Mm…ah..oh…Oh…AH…Mmm…Mfpht…
Okay, I’ll tell you. Just…please don’t stop!
(Oh my gods!)
Okay, yes…the first time was that afternoon after my visit to the Headmaster. It wasn’t planned. I don’t think even he intended for it to go that far. He was kind and sweet. He made me tea and we talked about Percy. We didn’t talk long…half an hour maybe. We were in the staff room, it was quiet. The other teachers had class, he was on a free period. I remember sitting in an armchair while he sat in his wheelchair. I understood why Percy liked him. He had a charm about him, very down to earth. He asked how things were at home, how Percy was coping. I was honest, more honest than I’ve been in a while.
I guess I was…too honest. I must’ve said something about my husband at the time because I remember crying, and I remember him pushing his chair closer to comfort me. He had his hand on my knee. I had mine on his hand.
Oh my…oh yes…
I swear, I didn’t plan it. One moment we were just talking, the next…ah…yes, we were kissing. We kissed, and then we…
***
“oh fuck, right there! Ah!” Sally moaned, her hips buckling into Aphrodite’s mouth as she climaxed.
The goddess held her waist and watched her lose it, removing her tongue from her clit licking her lips. Sometimes she was a little too good with her interrogations. She had hoped to drag out more before she came. “So…tell me more” she said playfully, running her fingers over her folds slowly, teasing her dripping entrance. Sally trembled against her touch, and she knew from the way her eyes met hers she would do anything to get her to touch her again. “Time me about Mr Brunner” she said, prepared to reward her for her truth.
***
Alright. Alright…
It was just a kiss…at first. I remember leaning in, his lips on mine. I remember it was gentle, no hint of expectation. He looked as surprised by it as I was, but he didn’t pull away. He brushed my hair out of my face. I undid the button on my blouse again.
Honestly though…I don’t remember much about that afternoon. Maybe it wasn’t as remarkable as I expected. Or maybe it’s just hard to think with your fingers sliding inside me like that. Oh fuck…
Okay, okay, I’ll keep going.
Um…I do remember sitting on his lap. Yes, I was sitting on his lap. I had my dress pulled up, my underwear was…fuck…on the floor? No, around my ankle! Yes, I remember thinking I must look like a slut. He didn’t seem to notice. His hands were busy unbuttoning my blouse, squeezing my breasts. Oh, they were so gentle. So soft. He didn’t take my bra off. I offered, but he turned it down. He said I looked elegant with it on. I blushed. Then his hand went between my legs and I moaned, I reclined by back against him. He felt so strong, so firm…
I should’ve known. I remember thinking at the time how frail he looked, yet how strong he was. He held me and I could feel the muscles beneath his jacket. He held me and I melted into his lap. Melted into his fingers as he rubbed my clit. Melted onto his cock as it slid into my pussy.
I fucked him in that chair, rocked my hips and bounced on his lap. I felt so comfortable, so at home. He made me cum twice before he finished, holding me tightly as he came with me. I remember feeling his lips against my neck as he promised to look after my son. He also promised to look after me, if I wanted him too. I didn’t know what to say, he just blew my mind with those hands, and that cock.
When I realized what time it was I had to climb off his lap and get dressed. He just smiled at me while I blushed. I felt so embarrassed. He told me not to worry, and said we’d see each other again. I hoped we would. He was so kind.
***
“and so good with his hands. I remember” Aphrodite smiled, inserting two fingers into Sally’s cunt making her squirm.
Sally lifted her head and looked down at her inquisitively. “You too?”
“A long time ago. You’re not the first parent of a camper the director has comforted during a stressful PTA” she smirked.
Sally narrowed her eyes, unsure how to take that statement from the goddess. Her concerns disappeared when her mouth found her clit again, her body shuddering as she was racked with unbelievable pleasure once more. She spread her arms over the bed lustfully, her hair falling around her as she tossed from side to side. The goddess was driving her wild, making it hard to concentrate.
Aphrodite managed to keep her focused, slowing her sensations manipulating her pussy to her whim. “If you think his hands were good, wait till he uses his mouth on you.”
“Oh…he did” Sally whispered, the memory flashing through her mind bring her a perverted grin.
***
This was a couple years later, after my first husband but before I married Paul. I got a visit from Mr Brunner…forgive me, Chiron…at a retreat. I was a weekend course for artists, something I’ve always wanted to do. The place was like a camp of its own, and my favorite spot to draw was the stables around back. He was there, in his wheelchair. He wanted to see me, catch up, see how I was coping after the last few years. It felt good to talk about it with someone who…someone who would believe me.
We must have talked for hours, because soon the sun started to set. He was so easy to talk to, a very good listener, very kind and compassionate. He also told me what he was, which I already knew because Percy told me after that first summer. I’ll admit, I was taken by surprise to hear it. I couldn’t stop staring at his wheelchair, wondering how it worked. Eventually he just asked me if I wanted to see what he really looked like. I did, so he showed me. He was…oh, he was magnificent. A handsome middle aged man with bushy eyebrows from the waist up and a beautiful white stallion from the waist down. Seeing him took my breath away.
I was so transfixed I asked if he wouldn’t mind posing for me. I still had my easel and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to capture his likeness on the canvas. He agreed, but only if he could remove his stuffy jacket that he was wearing. I didn’t want to sound too eager to see him strip off, but I must confess my heart did flutter a little when I saw his muscular chest in the sunlight. I busied myself with painting him, distracting my hands before they were compelled to get busy…somewhere else.
The painting only took an hour, I was getting very good and I was aware having a centaur lingering could spell trouble. However he told me once I was done that most of the mortals that were left would most likely have only seen a white horse, which comforted me a little. He looked at my painting and smiled. “It’s incredible. You have a real talent” he said. I smiled back, being modest about it. “It feels a shame that you cannot be in the painting with me” he then said, and I thought my heart would stop beating.
I can’t recall exactly how he convinced me into what came next. I think I was in a state of disbelief and shock for most of it. He wanted me to pose with him, which I was very agreeable to. “But who would paint our picture” I asked jokingly.
That’s when he showed me the digital camera he had sitting in his wheelchair. “You will, whenever you wish” he replied.
I had drawn portraits from photos before, that wasn’t an issue. But the idea of posing in front of a camera with him…in the manner he suggested…
I wasn’t nude. Not quite. I had a robe on, but that’s all. I set up the camera, found just the right spot with a gorgeous light of the setting sun. I set it to take photos periodically, ten second intervals, plenty of room for error. They I took my place on his back, sitting side saddle, my bare feet hanging over the side as I looked forward. The wind picked up at just the right time and billowed my hair behind me, his brown locks following the same, along with my robe. We held that pose for a minute, looking as regal as we could. It was exciting and thrilling. I felt like one of the muses from Ancient Greece.
And then he turned his head and looked at me. I remember smiling, thanking him for this moment. He smiled back, brushing my cheek with the back of his hand. Then I took his face in my hands and kissed him. I meant to kiss him this time. I meant to kiss the centaur, to put my arms around him as I straddled him. I meant to make out with him, to make love to him.
And it was amazing. He was amazing. And so strong. He twisted around and took me into his arms, bringing me around to the front. He offered to help me to the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist instead. I stoked his beard and kept kissing him, running my hands through his hair. I felt the wind at my back as he lifted me higher, stared into his brown eyes as he hoisted me up until his mouth, his glorious mouth, was at my pussy. Oh heavens, it felt so good. He was so good, so skilled with his tongue, was trembling. His powerful hands held my hips steady the whole time, while I clung to his head with my fingers, my legs wrapped around his neck. I wasn’t afraid he might drop me though. I trusted his strength, knew he could hold me. Even when I climaxed and arched my spine all the way until I was hanging horizontally, I knew he wouldn’t drop me. I came and I moaned and I had never felt so alive.
He put me down when I was finished, held me steady as my legs wobbled. He sat down in the stables and I flopped down beside him, resting my head against his body. His hands stroked my cheek as I panted. I needed a minute to recover after that experience. “You were amazing” I told him, reaching up and stroking his chin with great affection. He leaned down and kissed me again, and I knew I wouldn’t be satisfied until he was happy too.
***
Aphrodite grew wet listening to Sally’s story, rewarding her with three fingers expertly curling inside of her mature pussy until her back arched off the bed. Sally moaned and came in her hand, panting heavily flushed with arousal. “And how did you make him happy?” The goddess asked. Sally’s cheeks reddened in response. “You pleasured him?”
“I wanted to” she nodded. She then covered her face with her hands and giggled. “Fuck, I really did. I knew what he was and I wanted to fuck him. I’m such a…a freak” she muttered.
“No judgement here lovely” Aphrodite smiled, kissing her clit gently. “You’re not the first mortal to have intercourse with a wild animal. Some of my wildest nights were done in animal form” she smirked. “So what was it like? His big horsecock?” She asked.
“It was…fuck…impossible to describe” she panted, the sheer memory of it making her gush.
Aphrodite smirked, stroking the woman’s inner thighs gently. “Why don’t you show me what position you were in? Show me how you posed.” Sally bit her bottom lip as the goddess’s charm-speak washed over her. She shifted her body, turning around to show her how she got onto her hands and knees, leaning against the fence bracing herself for the Centaur and his throbbing dick. Aphrodite smiled, admiring this vulnerable position running her hands over her back. “It takes a brave woman to take a horse's dick into her body.”
“Brave? Or foolish?” Sally laughed. “I still can’t believe I did it, somewhere we could’ve been seen. Anybody could’ve saw us.”
“The mist would’ve hidden Chiron’s true form.”
“He told me they would’ve seen a stallion, so they would’ve seen me having sex with a horse.”
The goddess laughed, leaning close to her ear whispering “that makes it sound even more erotic.” She clapped the woman’s bum, watching her shiver as her fingers stroked her lips again. “It must’ve hurt. I’ve seen his dick, such a large thing…it must have been a lot for such a small thing like you.”
Sally swallowed as Aphrodite’s hand began pushing into her cunt, one finger at a time. She inhaled slowly, much like she did when Chiron mounted her from behind, his cock stretching her walls to their limit. “It did…at first” she said, gasping as four fingers was inserted into her, stretching her wider. “But then I adjusted, and the pain went away” she explained, her head rolling back as Aphrodite’s thumb slipped into her palm, her wrists twisting her hand like a corkscrew until her hand sank inside. She moaned erotically, her pussy sucking her in like it did with Chiron. “Shit, that feels so good” she moaned, shifting her hips drawing her arm further in, savoring how full it made her feel.
“A poor substitute, I’m sure” Aphrodite whispered, slowly shoving her arm deeper into the horny woman, smiling proudly as she continued to moan and accommodate her. She could just image Chiron expanding her walls, filling her belly as it pushed against her cervix just like her fingers were now. She was down to her elbow and Sally was loving it. “I don’t meet many women who enjoy a good fisting. Chiron must’ve really opening you up. How long did you last?”
“Not long” she whispered, her body rocking against her arm, the memory of his cock pounding her driving her crazy. “Five minutes. Maybe less.”
“Did he cum?”
“Yes” she grinned. “He tried to warn me, but I told him to let me have it. I was so engrossed in it I didn’t have time to be grossed out, or consider the consequences. He came inside of me, his cum filling me up so much. His cock stretched me to the brim so it had nowhere to go but my womb” she explained, lowering her head to look at her flat stomach. She saw it bulge out as Aphrodite’s hand twisted around inside of her, making her orgasm. She remembered how it looked when Chiron ejaculated inside of her, breaching her cervix to fill her uterus, drowning her ovaries as it made it belly expand. Her stomach grew so heavy she felt bloated and sick, her body blown up like a balloon until she looked nine months pregnant again. Before it seemed like she might burst, the Centaur pulled out and she collapsed into the pile of hay, heaving and whimpering as semen came gushing out of her while his cock continued to ejaculate. It covered her back, her hair, drenching her in his seed. She slumped in the hay, which stuck to her skin as she rolled over, feeling dirty and exhausted and bloated, but oh so satisfied. She had to spend the next day in bed after a long hot shower, her legs shaking so much she couldn’t walk. When she could she couldn’t sit down properly for almost a week. Her body felt bent out of shape, but it was worth it.
Aphrodite watched her ride the orgasm, brought on my her hand in her cunt and whatever memory was bringing a smile to her face, before slowly dragging her arm back out. She watched the pussy gape and then contract as Sally exhaled and fell back to the bed panting. “Did you and Chiron ever fuck again?” She asked. Sally shook her head no. “Shame. Still impressive a mortal like you could managed a cock like his. Any other woman it might’ve split them in half” she remarked.
Sally mumbled something into her pillow deliriously, the sex wearing her down.
Aphrodite furrowed her brow. “Sorry, what did you say?” She asked, gently rolling her over and leaning forward.
“I said I had practice fucking cocks that big” she told her sleepily.
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