The Centaur and I
#1 of Hooves
We greeted each other from opposite sides of the grassy field, just like every time we'd met there. I strode nakedly though the knee-high grass as he did the same, my clothes lying at the base of a tree. He was naked but for a small bark pouch, his lean form unhidden by silly threads. I shivered with a giddy thrill as I felt his hands caress my back and shoulders as we embraced the smooth clay-red skin of his bare chest warm under my fingertips. For a moment we kissed, a cool lick of a breeze cooling our bodies. I leaned against him and pushed my nose into his soft neck to sniff. He never smelled bad. With a breathy sigh I bit gently at his dark, pointed ear to elicit the quick inhalation I loved to hear.
"Come, I want to play with your hair again," he said with an adorable giggle and grabbed my hand, leading me to the gnarled tree in the middle of the field where he could sit down and groom me, my bare feet stepping over the drying grass while his four hooves stepped lightly over it.
Like always, I hardly resisted, and sat on the bare earth sat in front of him as he curled his four legs up next to me and ran his careful fingers through my thick black hair. I leaned back against him while he began to braid it. My skin was in such contrast to his; my chest, belly, groin, and thighs pale and creamy, arms and legs tanned from field work in home-sewn clothes. He played with my hair, and I pulled a stiff brush from his pouch, and began to brush his soft, short fur down as I talked.
I told him about the new foals at the farm, and how hungry they were. The chicken coop was broken into again, but only one hen was taken, and Pa thinks it was a wolf this time. He giggled and agreed that it was likely a wolf. His voice was light, like sunlight glittering on the surface of a pond. He expertly weaved a handful of small white wildflowers into my hair, fingertips tickling my neck.
He paused, and I looked upwards at him, smiling in happiness. His warm brown eyes, deep and watery, blinked down at me. His thick chestnut mane spilled over his shoulders and down his back. I couldn't resist- I reached behind him to touch it, running the locks between my fingers. Our faces drew closer, wordless, and met at our lips. His warm sigh spread inside my mouth and down my throat, our tongues flicking at each other. I lingered on his thick bottom lip, pulling at it with my own as I heard his throaty moan. His dark pointed ears flicked as I matched his utterance. I let my lips wander downwards, over his round chin and down his neck, the small bulge in his throat jumping as I kissed it gently.
The heat of his body against mine was making us both sweat, torsos glistening in the sunlight. I pulled him closer, pulling him back into a lippy wet kiss, making a much better use of my tongue this time. I gasped in surprise as his own slick warm appendage was pushed past my own lips- his tongue was much larger than mine, and I couldn't resist giving it the softest suckle. He pulled it away after a moment and smiled, pushing me down onto my back, the tall dry grass making my skin itch.
He lowered his human-like torso with a dirty smirk, pursing his lips and letting a clear droplet of spittle roll down. I gasped as it splashed against my stiffened member, pulsing at full attention. The next sensation made me shudder and groan compulsively. His slick, warm lips wrapped tight around my shaft, the hot pressure pulling more of me between his lips. I tried to moan his name, but my voice caught as he started to bob and slurp like a nursing calf, his hand cupping my orbs carefully and tickling the smooth skin around them.
I found my fingers clawing against the earth as he suckled at my milk-rod. My vision grew dizzy in pleasure as I gazed at the sky above. I looked downwards at him, breathy moans escaping my throat. He met my eyes, pointed ears flicking as he looked back with the wide-eyed innocence of a nursing fawn. I let loose a whimpering groan. He pulled his mouth away in response, leaving my stiff member throbbing, unsatisfied, shining with his sweet saliva.
He nickered quietly, and it was hard to ignore the thick ebony length lying against the ground, poking out from under his belly. I pushed at him to stand with a mischievous grin and opened his pouch, fishing out the green bottle of warm skin-oil. I heard him groan as I slipped under his soft, rounded horse belly, as if I were fixing a wagon axle. Reaching up to cup the black-skinned orbs of flesh underneath, I pressed my lips against the throbbing fleshy rod that hung with them. They pulsed in my hand, responsive and sensitive. Without another moment I uncorked the bottle and spread the oil out, gripping his thickening cock with both hands and stroking down to the widening head. I stroked, rubbed, and teased his stallion-hood, giggling when his hips thrust in response, emitting low moans of desire. It stood thick and hard as my hands left it, glistening bright, dripping with oil. He lifted his foreleg to look down at me.
"I could never ask for a better mare."
My face blossomed with crimson embarrassment, but his words made my heart skip. The way he thought of me touched me in the deepest parts of my heart. The horses I had seen mating hotly and passionately in the barnyard paled in comparison to when we made love. Spurred on by passion and lust I braced my arms on the ground, my head brushing between my stallion's forelegs. My toes spread on the warm ground, my knees bent to the ground. He lowered his hips to bring his maleness near, giving a testing thrust. His throbbing stalk slid wetly on my lower back, and I swiftly grasped it, carefully guiding it downward towards my most intimate of places.
"Take me, stallion; I'm ready." I felt his warm thick head contact my tiny blossom. A burst of white pain lanced through me as he parted my rear, stuffing the hot fleshy rod in. He groaned, and the pleasured sound cooled the pain in me. My flesh adjusted as he ventured deeper and deeper, the oil lubricating every inch of his thick, veined lance. He thrust hard enough to push me across the ground, and I let fly a harsh yelp of pain and lust. I held tight as I felt him slide out and renew his thrusting, impaling my rounded ass on his black pole, fist-sized orbs slapping against my rear. My own member hadn't stopped throbbing, whacking against my bare thigh and leaving a wet trail from the tip.
He thrust and hammered my insides, huge oaken staff slipped deep inside me. I sighed and groaned, feverish feminine sounds escaping me uncontrollably as my stallion took me, grunting and sighing as his lustful fire was stoked with every clench and roll of my cheeks. His thrusts were careful and measured, not the frantic flesh beating the wild horses called mating. I grabbed the ankles of his forelegs and held tight, his thick rod delving even deeper. I heard him neigh, his climax roiling inside him.
He hammered my insides again, and I felt a hot rush of fluid flood inside me, my bowels tingling as he filled me to capacity, my stomach distending visibly as if I'd drank too much water, my forward-tilting position helping keep most of it inside me. He thrust slower and slower, each withdrawal of his cock pulling rivulets of cum out of me. I felt it rolling down my thighs and balls. He pulled free of my fleshy love-tunnel, my body gaping and leaking cum like a mated breeding mare.
With a sigh of content I stood stiffly, my member throbbing outwards like a white tree branch, my cum-filled stomach hiding an inch or so of the base. I smiled warmly at my stallion's reddened panting face and moved to kiss him. He suddenly knelt and gripped my hips, pulling my stiff cock into his lips again and slurped hard, his thick wet lips rolling back and forth over the shaft, his smooth hand gripping what he didn't swallow. I moaned weakly, my balls ready to empty into his throat while his fresh cum spilled down the back of my legs to the ground.
I moaned to the sky as I went over the edge of climax, my cock swelling almost painfully inside his mouth. He locked his lips around my shaft until he'd swallowed every droplet, lapping the tip clean as he came away from me. He stood and embraced me as I shivered. We kissed again, breaths mingling between our sucking lips and twirling tongues. We parted a long moment later and I looked longingly into his eyes and found the warmest of gazes, my heart blossoming like a morning glory facing a new sun.
"Run away with me, my farm-filly. We'll live in the fields and forests; we'll never see unhappiness again."
I bit my lip and rubbed my face on his smooth flat chest.
"No. Not yet. One more season, until my youngest brother is strong enough to do my duties. Then we will meet here, and never be apart again."
He was silent, and then nodded, licking my face with his thick, reaching tongue. "Alright, then. You can decide what course to take your life."
As I left my centaur lover to bathe myself and dress again, I could only think of the day when I would begin riding underneath him forever.