Belinda dreams

Both Belinda and Cassie were yawning as they entered their room and shut the door. Cassie gave a low groan as she sat on her bed and pulled her sandals off.

"I don't know why I'm so tired," she said.

"Stress maybe," Belinda replied. "It's been a weird day."

"Yeah and we've got a whole year more of them. Oh God I wish I was anywhere else." She pulled her shift over her head and rolled her panties off, sliding into bed and pulling the sheet over herself.

Belinda undressed more slowly, and by the time she crawled into bed Cassie was already breathing deeply, obviously asleep. Belinda blew her candle out and sank into sleep like she was sliding into warm, comforting water.

And she began to dream.

She was perched on a rock, watching something approach. A horse and rider she realised with a smile. She loved horses, and would go out of her way to see one. And a chance to stroke one, or better yet ride one was something she loved more than anything else.

She suddenly realised that she was not in her own body. She was dressed as some kind of scout or forester, a bow laying on the ground beside her. And she was fuller figured, more womanly, she realised. But she could feel and see everything in this body just as though it was her own.

As the figure approached she realised with a shock that she was mistaken. It was not a horse and rider, but rather a centaur, part man and part horse. And what a magnificent horse! A great black stallion, rippling with muscle and the promise of speed and power.

And the man! Rippling with muscle, roughly handsome, with flickering eyes and....

And a cock. Two cocks in fact. Once on the man at the point where the human body melded with the horse, and another where a horse kept one. And they were fat and long and she felt herself staring before she remembered her manners and put a smile on her face as she waved to the traveller.

He stopped beside her rock, returning her smile and her gaze, obviously liking what he saw.

Excited, she scrambled down off her rock, almost stumbling in her eagerness to stroke the magnificent horse.

And stroke the magnificent cock, she realised as she felt her hand grasp the meaty shaft which stiffened in her hand. The centaur stared into her eyes, sliding one strong hand around her waist as she slowly pumped his cock. His eyes were a command, and without hesitation she slid to her knees, her mouth opening as she took the head of his maleness in her soft mouth.

In real life Belinda had never sucked a cock, but in her dream she was as skilled as a courtesan, her lips and tongue teasing and pleasuring the delicious meat as her own body responded with growing lust. The centaur held her bobbing head, his strong hand pressing her down on his shaft until it touched her throat, then with a movement of her jaws was buried to the hilt in her tender mouth.

He grunted fiercely, and she felt the hot spray of his seed down her throat, her pussy flowing freely with hot nectar from her excitement. She wanted him, she needed him inside her. Pounding her eager body. Fucking her. Fucking her hard.

As she felt him empty she slid her mouth of his softening cock then stood, stripping off the short skirt she wore and leaning against her rock, looking back at him with lewd invitation as she raised her rump and spread her legs for him.

He didn't keep her waiting.

With a sudden savage thrust he entered her, pushing her forward against the rock. In her dream Belinda wasn't a virgin, and she responded with a guttural moan of joy as he filled her to the hilt, his fat cock touching every part of her. She ground back against him, bucking back against his powerful thrusts. He grabbed the long braid in her hair, pulling her head back as he pounded into her, making her squeal with greedy bliss.

In a moment she was coming, shuddering as he hammered his meat into her greedy little body. As her spasms subsided he pulled out of her, making her whine with need. With out speaking he gestured at her, and understanding, she stripped off her tunic, exposing her plump breasts. He grinned savagely, and pushed her back on the rock, driving his fat shaft into her again, making her howl and spurring her to an instant orgasm as he filled her.

He thrust savagely, as though he was trying to hammer her through the rock, his nostrils flaring as he fucked her senseless.

In her cot, Belinda moaned in her sleep and rolled onto her belly, her hips moving as she fingered her virgin pussy. Bucking much as the figure in her dreams bucked against the marvelous probing cock of the centaur.!

Once again her dream body shuddered and bucked from orgasm, and this time she felt the hot burst of the centaurs seed inside her as his strong hands squeezed her tits, her nipples hard as pebbles. When he pulled out of her his cream drooled out of her battered cunt, but she looked at him with hungry, needy eyes, then turned her gaze to the massive stub ended horse cock. Biting her lip she turned her back and bent over again, looking back as he put his front hooves on the rock and guided the mighty phallus to her greedy portal.

Her eyes rolled up in her head as she felt him enter her, even bigger than his human cock, feeling her tender folds stretch to take him in, gasping desperately as he started to fill her. Within a moment she was coming again, howling with insane bliss as he pressed his mighty shaft home in her trembling body.

The orgasms that ripped through her were like nothing she had ever felt, and she screamed as he took her, grinding back against his monstrous cock, half expecting to feel him in her throat.

With a sudden growl he pulled out of her, making her scream a the sudden feeling of emptiness. His massive hands rolled her onto her back, and then he was in her again, filling her hot wet cunt to the hilt and thrusting his human cock into her mouth. She sucked frantically, loving the sensation of having him in two holes at once, wanting to be filled to bursting with his seed.

Her hand stroked his shaft, urging him to explode so she could drink his cream, while her cunt contracted and squeezed the thrusting horse cock sending her half insane with an explosive chain or orgasms.

With a roar he fulfilled her wish, one cock exploding into her throat while the other fired what seemed like buckets of seed into her womb.

Her belly seemed to swell, so much did he dump into her, and she gasped and gagged as she tried to swallow the load he had pumped into her mouth. She was in a constant state of orgasm, exalted by the sensations of being fucked by two cocks, one human and one equine, and both on the same creature.

And in that moment Belinda woke, groaning as she ground herself into her fingers, her thumb rubbing at her clit, her tender young body shuddering with orgasm almost as intense as that of her dream alter ego. She whined, wanting to recapture the dream, but felt it slip away even as her spasms subsided.

And then she became aware that Cassie was moaning and writhing in her own cot, and that the room was filled with the fragrance of hot wet teen cunt.

The art in this chapter is the work of Mongo Bongo.