Author's Note: A second chapter requested by one of my lovely readers.
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Mia folded her hands under Annie's prodigious ass and hefted her up until they were face to face. She could smell the human's breath, practically taste it, and feel its warmth brush against her skin. Annie wasn't heavy, but Mia felt her weight so keenly that she could've been twice as big. Gravity caused Mia's fingers to sink into the pliant flesh of her friend's ass.
"I can't believe this," Mia gasped and mashed her lips against Annie's. Her inexperience shone through as she messily tried to insert her tongue, though she more than made up for it with her excitement. Annie was no better, but her lips were so soft and welcoming, and her tongue so eager to meet another that the centaur didn't care. They gradually learned and calmed down. Annie wrapped her arms and legs around Mia, mashing the centaur's immense tits against her
Unable to resist, Mia began to work her fingers. She loved the sensations around her digits, how the plushness depressed under her ministrations, only to bounce back immediately. Mia's cock throbbed powerfully with every meeting of their tongues, while her fingers worked to slip into Annie's crack and along her puckered rosebud. The girl's hips ground into Mia's lightly toned stomach, leaving no small hint as to how aroused she was.
"I want more, Mia," Annie panted heavily when they finally parted, saliva dripping from their lips. Lustful didn't begin to describe the look in the girl's eye.
"A little longer," Mia groaned and leaned away, "Take off your shirt."
"Why? I'm flat as a board," Annie groaned, desperately trying to stimulate herself.
"Don't care," Mia growled in response.
"F-fine," Annie whimpered and pulled off her shirt, revealing her small breasts in their little bra. The underwear was soon discarded, allowing her nipples to pop into view. She had exaggerated when she called herself flat. Mia leaned down and caught a nub in her teeth, while her lips massaged the tender flesh of her cute breast. They were the perfect handfuls for the small girl.
Annie moaned and arched her back, pressing her petite chest into Mia. Her hands quickly entwined themselves in the centaur's hair, holding her tight as she lathered the girl's chest in spit and affection. Slick, suckling sounds filled the room as Mia all but inhaled the nipple. Then, without warning, Mia pulled back with a lewd pop and a rope of saliva hanging between her lips and Annie's nipple.
"Mia... I'm so fucking wet right now," Annie revealed, though it was unnecessary. A trail of her juices ran down Mia's belly, staining her fur in the girl's desire.
"I know, and I'm so fucking hard," Mia groaned in understanding, gently lowering the human back to her feet, "Check it out." The moment Annie was released, she fell to her knees and crawled beneath Mia's belly, moving toward her monumental shaft. Mia felt her hands, but nothing more. For a moment, the centaur only waited. She, then, yelped when her tip was enveloped in slick warmth.
Annie could barely believe her eyes. The centaur porn she had read didn't prepare her for this. She was face to 'face' with a cock that looked like it could swallow her whole, its flared, bulbous tip as wide as her calves and the almost hidden hole a near match for her pinkie. Its sheer size forced it to droop, but she carefully, reverently, lifted it to peer at the intricate network of pulsating veins along its shaft. The weight alone was almost enough to give Annie's frail arms a workout.
She leaned in close and held her nose close to the spongy glans. The girl inhaled deeply, taking in the soft, earthy smell of an animal, mixed with the fragrance of perfume and shampoo, and, of course, the overwhelming virile scent of a male ready to breed. Annie didn't know how she recognised the odour as such, but it made her mouth water. Something warm and slimy touched her hand, bringing her focus to the tip. A stream of fluid leaked out from the opening.
Annie squeezed gently, and a splash of the liquid gushed forth to fall onto the floor. It splattered wetly against the hard ground, a stray droplet finding its way onto her leg. She moved to stare down the hole, watching as more of that slimy stuff leaked out, then leaned in and opened her mouth wide. Without giving herself a chance to hesitate, Annie took as much of the head past her lips as she could.
The sound of a yelp met her move, but she paid it no mind. Annie froze in place, tongue pressed flat against the tip, and her eyes crossed as she stared down the length before her. A cacophony of sensations danced through her mind, each vying for her attention at once. There was the spongy texture and the leathery skin held in her hands, but right behind it was the musk that seemed to drown her sinuses in its scent. Then there was the flavour.
Annie couldn't describe it competently. It was bitter and salty, but a sweetness rapidly overwhelmed the flavour, overpowering her sense of taste, though it quickly receded to a subtle aftertaste, yet one that coated every facet of her mouth. No matter how she tried to figure it, the flavour was a contradiction to itself. One that made her crave more.
She tightened her grip and pushed forward as she pulled. Annie groaned in discomfort as her jaw was stretched to its limit, then gasped when the supple flare gave way to her efforts. Her maw was stuffed full of Mia's cock, mashing her tongue flat as more pre-cum washed over it. Ignoring the discomfort, Annie began to stroke Mia's length to coax out more of that slimy pre.
Heavy clacks resounded behind her. Soft, barely restrained moans filled the air. Annie pushed further forward, eager to please Mia, but rapidly retreated when she almost gagged. She recovered, breathing heavily through her nose, and tried once more. She was slower this time, cautiously pressing deeper. The girl paused when she brushed her uvula, then pressed onward when she was certain.
Annie was always a persistent girl. When she wanted something, it took a lot to distract her and even more to make her give up. Now, her goal was to make Mia cum. And that meant going as far as she possibly could, or that's what she assumed from the porn she'd watched. Deeper was always better.
That thought engraved itself onto her psyche. She steeled herself and took a long breath, resisting the urge to sigh at the delightful musk that surrounded her, then jerked herself forward. In perfect tandem, as if pre-planned, Mia also pushed forward. Annie's eyes turned wide, and tears slipped down her cheeks. She wanted to gag and cough, chest convulsing to do so, but the obstruction in her throat was too great. At the same time, her pussy yearned desperately to be touched.
"Ah! Oh fuck!" Mia gasped. Her cock jerked and thickened, the head swelling greatly within Annie's oesophagus. The girl's hands found Mia's balls and grasped them, feeling them contract and surge at the same time. Her eyes threatened to bug out from their sockets when what looked like a ball raced up Mia's shaft, strait to Annie. She clutched her throat, where she found only the shape of the centaur's cock. The orb-like shape travelled down it, unaffected by her efforts.
