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By Josh DuganEd and I have always been friends since we were centaurettes. I smile when I
think of that word because it always annoys him. Since we were young centaurs,
pre-teen, just kids. Anyway, Ed hates the word so I use it. I get kind of a
kick out of annoying Ed, because I like him.
We used to run for hours through the hills, and cool our bikini kids model hot bodies in the
sparkling waters of the lake. We would try to dunk each other, not an easy
thing to do, since a centaur is so bouyant.
The best nude 12yr model I could do as we splashed and laughed in the cool lake waters was to
somehow get two legs over his horseback and weigh him down, and then once I
had all four legs blaze the model over him, dunk him. Used to be pretty uncomplicated and fun.
Then one day I noticed it got complicated and even more fun.
I guess I noticed the change that had blossomed within us gradually, when one
summer it seemed different, crazy, and very nice! We had taken our usual run,
and since we were fully grown it had been a fast and powerful fun,
exhilarating and really exciting. We had both grown quite tall and
broad-shouldered, and our stallion bodies were full-size, with glistening
muscle spangling our human torsos and our handsome equine bodies.
I couldn't help but notice Ed's fine hindquarters as he galloped ahead of me,
his beautiful tail riding the wind as he ran, and his superb horse flanks
gleamed in the dappled sunlight as we pummelled the ground through the
tree-covered hills on the way to the lake. His waist sprouted appealingly from
his frontal horsebody -- I was caught by surprise and a little embarrassed to
when he caught me obviously enjoying the masculine contours of his torso and
How different than when we were just a couple colts!
"Lookin' good, there, man!" he smiled at me, sweat pouring from his beautiful
chest and shoulders, and as I galloped along, staring saucer-eyed at him, I
was so aroused by his compliment that I plain ran into a low-hanging branch
with a good whomp to my chest, my heavy stallion's body whipping by ahead of
me as I did an airborne 360-degree spin. My hooves clattered helplessly over
the rocks and roots and I landed with an ignominious thump in a clump of
blackberry bushes.
There was a flutter and screech of birds as the dust clouds swirled about me.
As I lay there winded I heard the distant echo of his youbg models
hooves as he slowed ls models land to
turn around, and through my back and shoulders and horse flanks I could feel
the ground pounding with his approaching hoofbeats.
"Whoa, boy!" he called out, "you all right?"
I tried moving each of my four legs, just to test. "I think so, but I'm not
sure," I said, surprised at the weakness in my voice. My chest was tingling
from the impact of the tree branch, and my sweat stung in all the little cuts
from the blackberry bush thorns.
"Here, grab a hand," he said, and I gave him both hands. His grip was warm and
strong, and his sweat-shined muscles danced beneath his beautiful tan as he
pulled me up, my four legs clumsily scrambling for a grip on the
still-spinning earth.
"Hey, you better let me help you along for a while," he said, and he pulled
our sweaty torsos together in a gentle hug. "Look at you!" He made a mock
frown and reached back, dusting off my horseback and flanks and picking out
the thorns.
"I'm sure I'll be okay," I said in my stupor, appreciating his gentleness and
about to fall over again from the aromatic male tang of his sweating body. He
was industriously dusting me off with his large, gentle hands, pulling off
twigs and thorns.
"And look at these blackberries! You're half an Apaloosa with these mashed all
over your butt. Mmmmm!" He had grabbed my horsebody and lay his sweating torso
on my horseback, nibbling the the sweet mashed berries off my hindquarters. I
felt my rear legs jump involuntarily, and my belly got a slap from the heavy,
huge horse-hardon that I had prayed would behave itself. But noooo.
"Ed! Stop it" I said, half in earnest. It tickled. "You wanna get vlad model free virtuagirl model kicked? I
mean it!"
"Mmmm-mmm" he teased. "Gotta clean you up!"
Suddenly I felt anger in spite of my arousal, and I would have kicked him save
for the ecstatic paralysis that weakened my back legs. And now my frontal
hardon was rudely pantie models gallerys starting to telescope, the last thing I wanted if I was
going to run away from Ed. And run away I did, or at least tried to.
My back legs and my front legs couldn't or wouldn't find their normal
partnership of rhythm, and as Ed's howls of laughter rang in my reddening
ears, I tried to make my aroused body run. More hard slaps on the belly from
my wildly swinging back hardon, and nude models 1970 my frontal hardon swung around and around
like a flapper spinning her necklace. which only made it harder and more rigid
as it grew huge.
My poor balls, front and rear, ached to come. I gamely drove my legs onward,
clumsily and stupidly, my shoulders and back sweating with nn teen model
the effort, my
anger cresting, when suddenly I happened look behind me. There was Ed, his
long arms holding his splendid sweating sides, still laughing and doubling
over, and trying to run after me as his huge hardons swung and slapped.
I had to laugh, in spite of myself. "You useless little centaurette!" I
taunted. "You handsome horse's behind!" he shouted back, and there went my
hardons to full-on. Oddly, I could now run, and again, run I did. Straight for
the lake. I would show Ed.
As I captured my full gallop, the breeze refreshed my sweat-sore body and I
felt really aroused, especially hearing Ed's galloping hoofbeats catching up
from behind. He pulled alongside me and smiled, and our heavy male horse
bodies seemed lighter than air, our hooves barely seemed to touch the ground,
and our enormous frontal and rear hardons seemed to slice the wind. Was he
We seemed to fly together in slow motion, cooled by the wind, our hair
streaming in the wind as our sweat dried, our muscular torsos glowing in the
sweet peach rays of the early evening sun. A large, friendly hand found mine,
and together we pummelled the earth without seeming to touch it.
It wasn't wind that brought me out of my reverie, but the exploding splash as
we hit lake's edge at full gallop, with loud and painful belly flops klopping
our hardons amid a huge explosion of the splash as our horse tonnage hit the
glassy calm of the lake.
We must have wrestled and played for an hour in the water. Then Eddie imitated
classic sword thrusts at me, using his massive frontal hardon, arrogantly
hands-free. I in turn parried and thrust in like fashion. After a few erotic
and then painful sword-crossings, we entrusted each other's hands to gently
keep the ever-present erections from harm's way.
As the pink sky deepened to a clear azure and a breeze came up, we let our
stallion bodies gently drift into deeper water, sometimes only touching rear
hooves to the lake bottom, nude models 1970 finally simply floating together, brushing the wet
hair out of each others' eyes.
I felt the cool water starting to steam from my torso, shoulders, neck and
lips as my arousal returned anew, but an evil thought from childhood crossed
my mind and I took my opportunity!
Two legs over my aroused Eddie, catching him rudely by surprise, and I was
suddenly upon him, all fours straddling his modelsmen magnificent stallion back, and my
hands found his sweet muscular shoulders, pushing them down for young leotard models a slam-dunk!
There was a wonderful echo of water froth and his strangled scream of outrage
and pleasure. His hooves found their grip on the lake bottom and as his arms
reached back for mine, he moved and snaked those beautiful equine hindquarters
of his, and before I could gasp I was in him!
"Ah, hah! Gotcha!" he laughed, pressing my frontal hardon against the deep
curve of his human spine as my frontal balls scraped against the grain of his
glossy horseback hair. "Eddie, stop!" I cried, not wanting him to stop. I was
in heaven, tasting the salt of his powerful neck and back, my arms wrapped
around his muscular torso almost in spite of themselves, and my huge stallion
body truly not touching the ground as it rode heavily on his beautiful
horseback. My huge hot iron of a hardon blinded me with pleasure as his
thrusts and four-legged dancing pounded me deep within his model young photography
welcoming maleness!
I nearly passed out with his sweetness and the total contact of his huge, sexy
Centaur body against mine!
All I remember is my throbbing lips finding his as he turned to kiss me, and
we became one big clumsy sexy horse as I exploded in him and as the lake
waters spat with the smack of his Centaur-come hitting the surface. My frontal
balls warmed to the crawley itch of hot come as my frontal hardon burned its
ejaculations into his beautiful muscular back. We fell model young photography over into the shallow,
warm water, still pulsing from our huge penises, come flecks everywhere in the
water and getting into our chest hair, eyebrows and hair as we rolled
drunkenly together.
We lay heavily together at water's edge, free virtuagirl model and as Eddie started to drift asleep
I roused him once more by sucking down his frontal hardon.
"I love you, Eddie," I said as our bodies found comfortable positions against
each other in the warm shallows, our torsos resting together in the dry, warm
sand. "I love you to," he smiled dreamily. "I only wish I had four hind legs
and a second back hardon for you to suck down after you finished with my front
legs' hardon. I would swoon with pleasure if I could do supermodels bikini
that for you." The
thought turned me on as I gazed into his handsome, dreamy face. I laughed,
enjoying my muscles against his as we hugged sleepily. "I'd like that," I
said, feeling newly aroused. "Stranger things have happened!"Every time I thought of what Eddie had said, I got the most major hardons! It
was so sweet of him to want to change himself for me, so that I would enjoy
him more and so that child russian models he could enjoy loving me more, as well. He knew how his
attractive equine hindquarters turned me on, and the thought of him wishing
that he could double that attraction arrested my thoughts.
As his beautiful Centaur body slumbered in my arms, I lay sleepless, astounded
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beauty and his closeness. I held his slumbering torso in my arms, my
horse body astride his as we lay together beneath the stars, our horse bodies
warm in the shallows of the moon-sparkled lake.
He was already the most beautiful and sexually attractive Centaur I had ever
seen, and an extra set of his handsome hindquarters would drive him off the
I pictured him with four hind legs, his stallion's body lengthened and
enhanced by the magnificent musculature of an extra set of horse-hips. They
would gleam and ripple as he walked, they would accentuate his erotic beauty
with the unmistakable presence of two giant horse hardons, swaying with his
six-legged gait. I got doubly hard thinking of all that magnificent male
Centaur machinery encumbering my beautiful Eddie, especially since he wanted
it all for me!
I felt his long, warm muscles move as I lay against him.
"You're hard, aren't you?" he said. "I can feel your hardons." I hugged him
anew. "Sorry, didnt mean to wake you up," I said.
"No problem," he said. "I was having a beautiful dream about us. I had changed
for you and we were making love."
"Six legs?" I asked.
"Yeah -- it was so hot! We had wished upon a star, and I gave you myself with
the extra back legs and the extra back hardon. It felt so sexy, and so real!"
"Wow, I've been thinking the same thing all night," I told him. "I can't get
the thought out of my head."
"Well, if I could, I would," he smiled, and turned to kiss me. A shooting star
streaked across the night sky. "Shall we wish?" he said. We kissed, a
wonderful, lengthy kiss worthy of such a wish.
The warms waters moved, caressing our stallion's bodies. "Ohhh, I'm so turned communication models
on!" Eddie said. "I have to make love to you!"
"You modelsmen total stud," I laughed. "Let me help you up."
And there, in the gleaming moonlight, glistening from the warm lake as he
stood up on them, were Eddie's four hind legs.
"Oh, man, it came true! No wonder I'm so horny," he said. "I feel like I
haven't come in years."
"Wow, look at you!" I said. "Thanks, Eddie! You're a dream come true! I think
I'd like to breed you."
"Go right ahead, love; I've got so much spunk backed up in me I can't see
straight," he said. "Please, let me make love to you!"
And sure enough, you'd have thought he'd never come before. Both his frontal
and his two rear hardons were massively engorged, swaying slowly in the
moonlight with his steps. Steam wafted in the cool air from our hot, drying
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kissed his beautiful lips tenderly, and he seemed to melt to my touch.
We made love for hours under the gentle moonlight. While I lay on all fours
and sucked his enormous frontal hardon, using both hands to stroke its
magnificent shaft, he tenderly mounted his four back legs over my equine
hindquarters and probed me with his back shafts, first the one, then the
I hungrily drank free virtuagirl model down his molten, endless spurts of hot come as his frontal
hardon erupted modelsmen while his sweet hands caressed my hair.
Then, still inside my hindquarters with one of his huge rear hardons, he
pulled our muscular torsos together and held me, licking the excess come from
my lips, face and neck. We kissed young model photography deeply, our tongues slick and briney with
his come.
That got us aroused all over again, and Eddie had me stand up on all fours. It
wasn't easy staying on all fours, however; as vlad model he mounted me, his thrusts made
me stumble. I braced myself, loving his powerful, confident penetration. We
were both soaked with sweat, sweat that foamed and matted our coats where our
horse-bodies mated. I felt my horse's ass burn with the injection of his hot
jolts of Centaur-come, and my own hardons raged anew at the sound of his
virile cries of joy and relief.
He stumbled as he dismounted from me, his magnificent body contours catching
and reflecting the moonlight on his sweat. He was beautiful as no Centaur ever
was, de modelado procesos heavy in the back with the wonderful extra hindquarters, almost looking
as if he was mounting himself.
We simply could not get enough of each other. In our animal passion, we sucked
each other's huge horse hardons simultaneously -- I had to reach beyond the
huge, pulsing penis which had just spent itself in me to his second, urgently
aching hardon. I thanked my lucky starts for my lithe, powerful muscles as my
arms gripped the beautiful hind legs and my lips and throat took his enormous
animal into me. I felt his arms likewise around my back legs as he took my
huge horse hardon in his wonderful mouth. We were like two foals nursing, only
fully grown and nursing each other.
Our arms gripped each other's handsome stallion hindquarters and our legs
spasmed and stumbled as our bodies mated, our cries strangled by the huge
pulsing orgasms in our throats. I felt welded to Eddie in that moment, my own
body in him and his in mine. The enormous pulses of come slackened at length,
and we clumsily untied ourselves from one another, breathing heavily and
reeking of come. Eddie's beautiful eyes caught mine, expressing love and
gratitude in the midst of wordless exhaustion. He thankfully sank down on all
sixes and sucked off my poor frontal hardon, unattended all this time. I
blindly exploded in him, awestruck by his sexual magnetism, and as I took in
the vision of his magnificent male Centaur form and his extra hind legs, my
back hardon became aroused to new fury, and I mounted him once again.
This time I came like I never came before, and when I had come, I was totally
spent and in a state of bliss.
"Thanks," Eddie said, holding my arms about his shoulders as I sleepily rested
my torso against his broad back, cradling my cheek on his broad shoulder
muscles. I don't remember if I said you're welcome, because I fell into a
peaceful sleep as my Centaur body rested comfortably on his.
I do remember that as I drifted off I could feel his body move indians models nude beneath me as blaze the model
its six legs rose up to their full height, and the gentle jog of his
six-legged gait sent me off to sleep as he gently carried me home in the
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