Centaur Erotica: Becoming The Centaur's Wenches (Taboo Hucow FFM Step Threesome Pregnancy Historical Erotic Romance)

by Daisy N. Chains

  The pirate unrelentingly spanked my sister's bare ass. She groaned and wriggled before him, her ass coated in bright red finger-prints.

  I gazed on in awe, and saw the pirate squat down and lean his head forward. His tongue darted out and found her swollen clitoris from the rear. Dear readers, it was a sight I never thought I'd see—my sis getting tongue-probed by a randy pirate whilst on all fours in front of customers. But I can't deny that it was a good sight, and Sally could no further fight it, and nor did she want to. She widened her knees as she curved her back more, the pirate's tongue serpentine, flicking and tasting her nub.

  His acute tonguing and pushing of his firm lips against her snatch was having an amazing effect on her—her pussy was soaked. In fact, she was almost flooding. I watched her body shudder as she climaxed several times. The pirate lifted her up, and casually laid her on her back, on a table.

  “Sally... are you still conscious?” I asked.

  “Yes Becca,” she replied faintly, sexually fatigued. Her orgasms had been so monumental in their magnitude that she had nearly lost the strength to speak.

  As I looked at this monstrous historical man before me I felt a frantic longing. He was so different to the dorks I'd gone to college with.

  The pirate gripped his knob and worked it, swinging it round in circular motions, making it stand at full mast. He pulled down his dirty jeans and soiled underpants, leaving him nude from the waist down, except for his big leather boots. It was then that I saw his peg-leg.

  My sister traced her hands down to her pussy. It was wet and wanton, a diverse fusion of her juice and his spittle. It was the ideal combination of lube for the pirate's cock-head to wedge in. He forced the end against her pink orifice and she sighed, totally willing and compliant.

  The huge cock slid in, disappearing inch by inch as my sister's slit consumed it. The pirate began to pound. He pumped her with a brutal excitement, his hairy thighs opening her legs wider and his sturdy cock stuffing her.

  I was now extremely turned-on, and couldn't help but run my hand down into my panties to playfully dally with my aching snatch. With my free hand I held Sally's hand, embracing it delicately whilst the buccaneer banged her wildly.

  The wails of my sister were like crashing waves—wet, blue moans that sounded beautifully painful, and I wanted to help in some way, to try to make things easier for her. Although a part of me was definitely taking pleasure in this—really relishing watching my sister getting fucked by this brutal man. And it was evident that he was savouring the experience, withdrawing until just the head of his titanic pork was inside her before spearing back inside.

  I can't deny it—I can't hide from the truth—my pussy was now drenched, my digits stroking myself as I gazed on with enraptured attention.

  Sally was now totally caught up in the moment, shrieking in exhilaration as the pirate thrust into her, again and again. I was frantically pleasuring myself, slipping my fingers into my pussy and rotating them, my other hand breaking free from my sister’s grip and reaching out so I could caress the base of the pirate's penis.

  He widened his stance, and I bravely crawled round to the back of him, his one thick leg like an oak tree before me, his wooden one resembling a skinny birch.

  My fingers remained securely in my pussy as I craned my neck forward towards his swollen sack. From behind, I didn’t delay in taking one of the big balls into my mouth again, this time letting my teeth lightly scrape it. The sack was tough and tasted meaty, and I leaned further towards his crack so I could really harbor the nut with my dripping jowl.

  I completely lost myself in the unwashed taste of the pirate's balls. It was extremely lusty, having this big man penetrating my sister while he tea-bagged me. My sister writhed on the huge dick, hollering and screeching at the top of her lungs.

  He raised his arms up above his head and yelled, “Ooh aar me hearties! The tightest pussy on all of the seven seas!” It was an ear-splitting holler of success and gratification.

  With his nuts still in my mouth he continued to harpoon my sister on his cock, rocking back and forth. Sally was a wriggling, groaning fuckdoll. As my fingers worked my clit, I began to orgasm, roll after roll of them. The sex-smell was everywhere. The walls of my pussy clamped down on my fingers as I came, moaning into my mouthful of pirate ball.

  He gave another roar of pleasure and let loose a violent stream of jizz, a hot rope of goo that pushed Sally off his dick. She slid across the table on her back, and hit the floor on the other side.

  Still mad with lust, I crawled around the table, partly to check on her, but also because I wanted one final taste. I licked my sister's violated pussy and drank down the leaking cream-pie, as I heard the pirate give a hearty chuckle.

  Me and my sister lay there for a few moments, stunned but not bewildered. We had been successful in making this fearless sea master cum, in satisfying the rampant man and his natural cravings. I licked my lips. There was an appetizingly rich flavoring to his spunk, and as Sally opened her mouth I spat some to her, and like two good sisters we indulged in some forbidden pirate snowballing action. As she spat the load back to me we exchanged a smile, and I blew a giant cum bubble before taking one big gulp.

  The pirate looked down at us with a barbarian smile, showing his crooked large teeth and a grateful expression on his face. “Shiver me timbers,” he declared, before clearing the blocked doorway and wandering off through the corridor and into the depths of the ship.

  After a few minutes of quiet recognition, we carefully got up. Sally wrapped a tablecloth around her waist, and I brushed myself down, trying to look respectable.

  My sister took comfort in my heartfelt effort to soothe her, and she knew that if she were to get pregnant, I would help her get through this, with or without our parents’ approval. She was a tough girl, and we would find a way to cope with it. At least the pirate had gold. Although he was probably quite a difficult guy to track down and make pay child support.

  But this wasn’t going to be the final time that the three of us would have fun together. I knew Sally wouldn’t mind receiving more loads of his salty spill. I wanted to get some too. And if we were going to have fat bellies and chubby lactating breasts while we did so, then that was fine by us.

  We looked forward to sailing the seven seas on the brave pirate's ship.

  Screw our crappy waitressing job.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

  By

  Daisy N. Chains

  “Rach, If we keep silent they won’t discover we’re here.” Larissa giggled, placing her finger over her lips. I rolled my eyes at my stepsister and relaxed back against the bathroom stall.

  “You honestly reckon they’re not going to look in here?” I asked.

  Larissa gave me a spirited glance. “As long as you keep your voice down, then no.”

  “Dad used to work security at a museum,” I said. I didn’t especially like Larissa's plan, but figured there was a chance it could turn out alright, so I went along with it. Larissa was slim and pretty, and while I definitely wasn’t unattractive, having her as a stepsister was sometimes slightly unbearable.

  “You mean, your dad,” Larissa corrected me, resting back against the wall and raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. She knew I disliked being stuck in a public restroom—of all locations—but she’d made the decision that we pressingly needed to investigate the museum at nighttime instead of during the day. And I guess I was curious enough to go along with it.

  I closed my eyes, understanding as well as Larissa did that it would be a little while longer before they’d complete their last checks and lock up for the night. She appeared completely content to just hang out in the bathroom, whereas I was starting to have second thoughts.

  “C'mon Rachel. Cheer up,” Larissa said in her nicest voice, trying to get me more into this. “I know you're a little concerned, but there's nothing to worry about. It'll be fun.”

  “Fun until we get caught.”

  “See—stop being
such a negative Nancy. The security guards here as dumb as fuck. That's why they're security guards. Just relax and wait and see.”

  My darling sister glared down at me. Her nice act had now ceased. She started pacing. I twiddled my thumbs. Larissa carried on talking. “I know what happened with your auntie, Christine, but that's no reason to be a mess for the rest of your existence. And there's no evidence that it really happened either—you even stated personally that you couldn't believe it. Yes, she disappeared, but she might've skipped town.”

  My aunt had been a jungle explorer, and she had claimed to have seen—or rather, been attacked by—some prehistoric creatures on her last expedition. I sighed again. My sister continued. “Well, she either skipped town. Or the men in white coats came to take her away. Who knows.”

  I plucked out my cell, calculating that it would be a good idea to divert my attention until we were sure the coast was clear. It was either that or sock Larissa in the face.

  Another hour went by. Larissa kept trying to soothe me while I did my best to ignore her as I messed about with my phone. We got up and put our ears to the door. The museum was eerily quiet.

  “It's time. Let's go!” Larissa whispered, looking very excited. Simple pleasures. She grabbed me by the arm and opened the door. “C'mon—we’ve got the entire natural history museum to explore. Y'know, most young ladies would be thrilled to be locked up inside a museum.”

  I smiled. “I think you're excited enough for the both of us.”

  Thankfully I managed to free my hand from Larissa's grip and we began scurrying through to the biggest displays. “Let’s go see the Dino showcase first.”

  “Seriously? Wow,” was all I could manage, given the conversation we had had just a little while earlier. As we headed for Larissa's exhibit of choice, I asked, “But what about security system cameras?”

  “If we see any, we'll duck. It's not rocket surgery,” Larissa chortled, leading the way as if she owned and operated the property.

  “Rocket surgery... really?” I mumbled under my breath.

  I may not have been totally relaxed with Larissa the majority of the time, but I must admit I found her amusing on occasion. Particularly when she got so thrilled about the Earth’s historical past—it revealed she was more than just an annoying floozy. I could tell she enjoyed these scenarios, when it was just me and her—she could quit thinking about what people thought of her, and just enjoy herself.

  She slowed down her pace and touched my arm. “Everything's going to be fine, ok? I don't just mean tonight. I'm sure that stuff with your aunt will sort itself out. And as for right now, we're not going to get found, and if we do, my dad can get us out of it. He's got bank. And I know he won't let his little girl get into trouble.” She sounded genuinely nice right now, and I was starting to warm to her for the first time this evening.

  “Alright, I'll take your word for it,” I said, and I could feel a lot of my resentment and anxiousness lift from my body. We didn’t speak the rest of the way, I just let Larissa lead me. She knew where she was going, and it didn’t take us long to get there.

  “Dino City!” Larissa beamed, checking around for a few moments. I began to float over to some of the smaller glass cases, but Larissa prevented me.

  “Hey, never mind about all that jazz, I've got something I want to see,” she said, going straight for the Brontosaurus case. “I’ve wanted to see one of these up close and personal for a while.”

  “How close?” I asked, furrowing my brow.

  “As close as possible,” Larissa answered. I shook my head. “Don't start getting stressed again.” She grinned, and pulled a table over to the front of the huge glass case and perched on it, stretching up to evaluate whether this was actually possible. “I'll go first.”

  I was about to complain again, but knew it was pointless, so I just crossed my arms and watched.

  “Give me a leg up.” She instructed.

  I went along with it. I stood on the table and made a little stool for her with the palms of my hands. She stepped on my palms with one foot and not-so-gracefully held onto the top of the glass case. She pulled herself up and swung her legs over the top and dropped down into the exhibit, next to the skeleton of the Brontosaurus. “Ok. Your turn. Come on!”

  “There's no one here to give me a leg up, you moron.” I sighed.

  “Oh yeah. Well, you'll just have to observe from where you are then.”

  “And... how exactly are you going to get back out?” I couldn't help but smirk as I asked that.

  “Well, my buddy bronty here will give me a bunk up,” she answered, apparently proud of herself. She stepped towards the skeleton.

  Suddenly, I heard a weird flapping noise. “What was that?” I looked around, my eyes scanning the shadowy, high ceilings.

  Larissa looked pissed. “Hey. Don't scare me. That's mean.”

  “Seriously. It sounded like—”

  “Like a security guard?” Larissa offered.

  “I only wish it did. It was more like—” And then I saw them. "Jesus fucking Christ!"

  Two Pterodactyls flew from up above, squawking loudly and frantically flapping their wings.

  Larissa looked like she was about to pass out, and amazingly she didn't scream. They circled above us, their wings formed by a skin and muscle membrane stretching from their elongated fourth finger to their hind limbs.

  Larissa opened her mouth and silently mouthed the words: ‘Flying. Fucking. Dactyls.’

  My knees went weak, and we both touched the glass of the Brontosaurus' display cabinet, the thin glass now cruelly separating us. It felt like Larissa was more than trapped—it was like she was in some sort of dangerous prison.

  I tried to think rationally for a moment. “Umm. They could just be pigeons.”

  Larissa looked worried. “Umm. I doubt it.”

  Suddenly, the two Pterodactyls took a big swoop downwards, headed for Larissa's glass display cabinet, and that was all it took to strike her into motion. She scrambled and screamed, and started running circles around the Brontosaurus skeleton. But she had nowhere to hide. She was like a hamster in a cage.

  “Rachel! Help!” She shrieked. But really, how the fuck was I supposed to help?

  They flew into the cabinet, seemingly in a vicious rage. Larissa screamed, and I had no choice but to just look on in horror as the winged critters screeched at her. Their beady eyes stared at her ravenously for a few brief seconds before they went in for the kill, their large pointy beaks going straight for her breasts.

  Larissa cried out again, this time sounding very distraught, as she simultaneously tried to swipe them away and protect her tits. But it was no use, and before she knew it Pterodactyls had pecked her top to shreds, and there she stood, trembling in her bra and jeans, her big fleshy jugs almost spilling out from beneath their cotton harness.

  Her bra didn't last much longer, as one of the Pterodactyls flew round to the back of her and expertly unhooked it, setting her mammaries free. “No! Stop that! What the fuck!” She yelled. I watched on from the other side of the glass, and I'm slightly ashamed to admit that as I stared at my sister's jiggling titties, I felt my pussy pulse.

  Her nipples were rock hard, and as she tried to cover herself up with her hands, one of the Pterodactyls snapped nastily at her bare arms. As she tried to hit the little bugger away, the other one seized its opportunity, and clamped its beak around her left nipple. Larissa shivered in dread as the dastardly prehistoric bird sucked at her tit, running its talons over her melon, pinching it firmly.

  I was rooted in shock as I viewed my sister getting groped. The other Pterodactyl attached itself to her right nipple, and they both began to suck. Larissa squirmed and moaned. “Ferk no! They’re way too sensitive!”

  No doubt her nipples ached. But so did my pussy.

  She cried out again and toppled backwards, landing on her back on the fake moss that made up the display cabinet's floor. Her tits jiggled back and forth as the Pterodactyls stuck
to her like glue. After a few more moments of them sucking at her nipples, she wailed, “I'm not lactating, you fucking idiots!”

  Somehow, I got the impression she was starting to enjoy herself. Her breasts were swollen and growing red as she writhed beneath the dangerous ancient birds. I could see that she was losing herself in the thrill. She exhaled and placed her hands against the back of the Pterodactyls' heads, pressing them further into her quivering jugs.

  I heard quick footsteps behind me, and I spun around to see a female security guard with a caramel colored complexion sprint up to the cabinet. Her name badge read: ‘Shaznay’.

  “Oh sweet Mary...” Shaznay whispered, and then, before I got a chance to say anything, instructed to me, “give me a bunk up, little miss.”

  I made a palm-stool for her, similarly to how I had for my sister, and before I knew it Shaznay had scaled the glass case. She pulled out her Taser and stunned one of the Pterodactyls. It started to have strong involuntary muscle contractions, lay on its back and gave a pathetic high pitched squawk. The other one saw this and flew off, disappearing into the dark, high ceiling.

  “What in the blue hell are you two gals doin' up in here so late?” Shaznay asked. But I just shrugged and Larissa was too busy rubbing her sore nipples to respond. “Well, let's get you outta here.”

  She moved the Brontosaurus skeleton along by a couple of inches, and her and my sister used its long tail as a step-ladder, climbing back out of the case. Larissa looked relieved, now finally out of her glass prison. But, the ordeals of the evening were not quite over yet.

  All three us exchanged a look as we heard a loud, thudding, plodding noise coming from just around the corner. It was so heavy I swear I could feel the floor shake with every step.

  An enormous ominous shadow was cast along the floor, and then I saw him. The T-Rex. He stopped. We looked up at him, and he in turn gazed down at each of us.

  He was huge, very tall, but not as tall as some of the T-Rexs I had heard stories about, the ones that used to walk the Earth. I guess he was younger, probably about nineteen or twenty in T-Rex years, so definitely over the legal age. He was an uncomfortable combination of scales and muscle mass. There was plainly brainpower behind that prehistoric expression, thoughts and awareness. But I wasn't sure what he wanted.