Bred by the Centaurs (M/F Monster Gangbang Erotica) by Jessi Bond

Bred by the Centaurs
    By Jessi Bond
     
    Copyright 2012 Jessi Bond
    Smashwords Edition
     
    If there was one thing Sarah couldn’t
possibly regret about her honeymoon, it was the destination.
    Greece was beautiful. They were staying in a
gorgeous five-star hotel with all the amenities, situated on the
Peloponnese near the Folóï mountain. The view was breathtaking. And
Sarah had spent a fair amount of the last two days just staring at
it.
    It wasn’t like there was anything else to do,
really.
    When Sarah was growing up, the subject of sex
was shrouded in mystery, only spoken about in hushed tones. She’d
often puzzled as to how people could possibly be so flip about it -
it was such an important thing, the union of bodies, of souls.
Extraordinary pleasure beyond her wildest imaginings.
    Now, she was beginning to understand the
irreverence.
    She’d been undeniably nervous on her wedding
night - but not as much as her husband, Jared, whose sweaty palms
and cracking voice were anything but a turn-on. But he wasn’t a bad
kisser, per se, and the feeling of him quickly growing hot and hard
against her thigh was actually pretty exciting. She didn’t even let
it dampen her spirits when he suddenly stopped squirming against
her and froze, groaning softly, though the puddle of sticky liquid
quickly soaking through his pants did dampen her cute new
dress a little.
    Jared, ever the gentleman, made a valiant
attempt to pleasure her by jabbing his fingers arhythmically
against her mound. When she convinced him that wasn’t getting
anywhere fast, he pushed up her dress and tentatively poked at her
with his tongue. She wanted to enjoy it; she really did, but she
only felt numb and bored.
    Later on, he did succeed in getting most of
the way inside of her before he came. It was kind of cute, the way
he kept apologizing. A little while afterwards he wanted to do it
again, and she idly stroked his hardness, her hand almost
enveloping the whole thing, she felt a pit growing in her
stomach.
    Did I just make a horrible mistake?
    This time, he managed an entire ten thrusts
before he collapsed on top of her, chest heaving, as if he’d just
run a marathon or something. Sarah squeezed her eyes tightly shut
and tried to tell herself it would get better.
    As Jared snored beside her on their second
night together, after another few dispiriting lovemaking sessions,
Sarah snuck into the bathroom to try something she’d always been
told not to do.
    It was naughty, after all, to touch yourself.
But she was a married woman now - what could possibly be wrong with
exploring her body a little? The whole point, after all, was to
better please her husband. He hadn’t said anything about it, but
she could tell that her lack of interest in sex was starting to
bother Jared.
    Maybe, if she could learn how to pleasure
herself, she could subtly pass the knowledge along to Jared
somehow.
    Hesitantly, Sarah stepped out of her panties
and sat down on the bathroom floor, sinking into the plush bathmat
and leaning up against the vanity. With two fingers, she spread her
nether lips apart and looked down at the soft pink flesh
underneath.
    So she wasn’t a virgin anymore. Big deal.
Everything looked the same. Not that she’d ever made a habit of
staring at herself like this. She let one of her fingers drift
further in, to one of the damp inner lips, rubbing up and down a
little. It felt..strange.
    She explored herself gently like this for a
while, spreading folds of skin and rubbing, pressing, feeling
herself swell slightly under her own ministrations. Her heartbeat
quickened a little. So she was doing something right, at least. Her
body was responding.
    Up at the apex there was a small nubbin - her
clitoris, she knew, despite her parents’ best efforts to hide this
sort of information from her. They’d been careful, but not so
careful that she couldn’t pull down volumes of the encyclopedia at
school and stare at the diagrams of the reproductive