Osa and the Orangemen

Somnia

It's been two days since Osa departed her temporary lover and the ship he captained. Her cunny still feels like it is still a little stretched and leaking cum from the gang-bang she let the crew give her on her last day aboard the ship. Starting with the Captain, then his three officers, then the 30 crew men, all in a 4 hour time period. They had docked early in the morning and the small port town was closed, so instead of sleeping for 4 hours, she gave them all a parting gift for being kind and generous with her.

Once the plank was down and the horses were off loaded, she headed south at a walk for the entire day, stopping only to pee twice. Putting her a good 70 mym's south of town when she made camp. Today she has travelled another 84 mym's, and finds herself in a wide open field of flowers.

Osa tethers one horse to a spike she drives into the ground and the second horse to the first. Then she unpacks some rationed food. She also pulls out a brass plate and causes water to condense and fill the plate, for the horses to drink from. She removed the gear from the backs of each horse, brushes them down, and spread out the blankets across their backs before she lays down on her bedroll and gear pack to go to sleep.

Osa wakes up with a fright. The sun is glaring down on her and her horses are no where to be seen, her supplies are gone, and she is utterly naked. She realizes that she is now in a clearing in a thick patch of woodlands rather than a large open field.

"Amy, are you there?" Osa calls out, in hopes that her druid friend is somehow responsible for the change in scenery.

She heard clopping from a distance, and looked around.

A centaur came into view. He had red hair, cascading down his chest in curly red locks, mingling with his body. His four legs were well muscled, and his arms were just as powerful. He looked at Osa.

Then, grinning, he looked at her as his cock dropped down. It was HUGE. About as long as her arm, reddish-brown, as thick as her wrist at the narrowest part and as thick as a mans fist at the base, with balls as big as apples.

She runs over and jumps on his back.

He started bucking and cantering around, then falling to his knees and throws her off.

"OW!" Osa said, and glared at him, then looked down at his now erect 61 cm cock, and a scared look crossed her face.

The centaur bent down, and, closing his eyes for a second formed a table that rose up underneath Osa, pushing her up to the right height. He backed away a little, and her clothes disappeared in a flash of purple light. The centaur moved close and put his face down between her legs. She felt his tongue begin to gently lick her slit, then he moved up to her breasts, his forelegs straddling the bench. She began to shiver from anticipation of the event she longed for. The centaur stopped licking then, and she started spreading herself wide with anticipation and desire as he stepped up closer to their goal.

It touched.

She felt a shock when the hot, wet head of his shaft rubbed against her clit, and she reached down with one of her hands to grasp the dark member. She rubbed the tip up and down her slit, working the combination of pre-cum and woman-juice around the lips of her passion. She wanted him so badly - she rubbed faster and faster, until she stopped, placing the head in exactly the right position to enter. One thrust and it would be in, she fantasized to herself. He pushed, gently at first, and she could feel the moist tip of him pressing against her cunny lips. Osa used her fingers to spread herself as wide as she could, and she felt him spear her a little more. She began to feel a tingling in the pink flesh of her labia, and it felt as though his cock worked to spread her even wider. Gasping with this spectral sensation, she moved her hands away and started stroking the centaur's chest and forelegs just above her. She was being spread wider and wider, opened by the mass of flesh between her thighs, and there was no pain at all, only the stimulating tingling in her flesh. Still, she was pulled even wider, a feeling that was thrilling in itself.

Then her swollen cunny lips widened a fraction of an inch more, she felt a popping and slipping, and his enormous prick-head finally forced its way inside her as the centaur thrust his hips. She looked down at herself, at her situation, and she got even wetter with the thought of what she was doing.

"There's no way all that horse-meat will ever fit," she whispered to herself, almost disappointed with what she knew to be true.

She laid her head back and felt the tip of his hot dick deep inside her cunt, and gave it a squeeze with her muscular vagina as she began fingering her clit. She looked down again, and whether it was the thrill of her fantasy realized or something else that caused it, his huge, dark prick slid even deeper.

She moaned and started to grind a bit, but it wasn't too much for her to take, and as she started thrusting against the equine cock again, he went deeper still. A full 30 cm was inside her love hole, and she felt full and wet. She started pumping, seeking to slide his thick prick in and out of herself to stimulate them both even closer to orgasm, but he only went deeper inside. Squealing with delight and pleasure at what was happening, she writhed on his thick shaft, wondering just how much she could hold, when it went even deeper.

She was now holding a full forty-five cm of huge horse-hood in her cunt, and she felt it ramming up against the back of her tunnel. She groaned and her cunt muscles started twitching by themselves, and, feeling this, the centaur pumped his dick in and out, each time going deeper and deeper still until, amazingly, she held the entire length of his huge shaft in her wet, ever-stretching cunny. When she felt his hot, velvety sheath rubbing up against her clit, she looked down again in surprise to see what had happened, and screamed with pleasure as they both started cumming.

He responded with another bout of humping thrusts. She screamed again with pleasure, and, incredibly, came even more intensely than she had thought possible.

She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, all the better to devote all her sensations to her purpose. She could feel his slippery horse-like-dick sliding in and out, in and out. Her legs sagged downward, but her swollen tunnel was still suspended on his heavenly, engorged shaft, so she continued to hang there underneath him. This change in position also angled her clit downward so that it contacted even more of his hot flesh than before, rubbing and tingling deliciously with every tiny movement. It felt so good deep within her, his huge shaft-head up where nothing had ever been before, back, it seemed, behind her stomach or maybe tickling her lungs, but she felt no discomfort, only the most intense, astonishing pleasure of her life.

She began swinging her legs back and forth, as if on a chair that was too tall for her, and the twisting motion it caused made them both shiver. She could feel his huge knob ripple back and forth, fucking her whole body as she squeezed the last orgasm out of herself, and what must have been a quart more hot jism out of the centaurs massive horse-like cock.

She savoured her impalement for a few minutes more, then, slowly, she guided him back to the raised, moss-covered bench and eased off of him, sad to give up the experience yet more satisfied than she had ever dreamed possible. The cum of both the lovers poured out of her onto the ground, and she gazed at him again, still marvelling at what had just happened.

Outside of Osa's dream, the flower pollen has saturated Osa's lungs and small vines have crept up her body and are slowly enshrouding her. The horses are immune to the sleep effect of the flower pollen and have managed to step in place to prevent the vines from grabbing their legs. As the night passes and Osa is further consumed by the small vines as she dreams of amazing sex with random people and creatures.

As the sun rises, Osa has been completely enshrouded by tiny vines, some of which have also managed to make their way a short distance into her mouth, nose, cunny, and ass. A dark shadow passes over the place where she had made her camp, then passes over again before the figure that casts that shadow swoops down, sinks it claws into one horse and bites the other in half, killing both. The dragon feasts on the carcasses of the two horses and is about to take off when it notices the food bags and water skins laying on the ground and the scent of wet cunny in the air.