The Centaurs coarsely and loudly discussed amongst themselves while gesticulating up at the temple, in what Joanna could discern was a odd patois of Greek, Latin and Scandinavian, she could make out some of their conversation but most she could not. If she had, she and the others would not have tried to approach them. Clearly the statues, murals and tiles were not warning enough, they all were caught up in the real-life fantasy of actually seeing Centaurs!
At first, they did not recognize the Centaurs’ eyes lustfully gleaming for the pleasures of flesh as they looked at the bounty of beautiful women at the top of the temple looking down at them. Some of their shirts were wet and clung to generous firm swells, outlines of hard nipples; others had been hastily buttoned revealing expanses of exposed cleavage and firm flat abdomens. Their nostrils flared as the smell of young moist cunts beckoned their attention.
They huddled in a group and Bar and Joanna decided to go down and see if they could talk to the Centaurs while Holly kept watch over the students.
Bar and Joanna walked down the steps. The Centaurs looked on at the two beautiful professors walking down to them, admiring their shapely features. Both Bar and Joanna had hastily put on and partially buttoned up their bush shirts, inadvertently leaving off their sports bras in haste as well as showing an expansive amount of firm well endowed cleavage. Lustily gazing at the firm breasts swaying under their shirts with each downward step the two women took, the Centaurs displayed a male physical reaction as several of the women let out gasps as cocks began to emerge from their sheaths.
Bar and Joanna both had noticed as well but it was too late to turn back.
As they got closer they could discern the tattoos that spiraled around their chests and arms – violent depictions of women being chased and fucked by Centaurs.
Seeing the tattoos, Joanna whispered to Bar that this was a bad idea. Bar responded they had no choice, the temple was no protection and at least you can understand them a little and hopefully you can reason with them.
As they got close to the Centaurs both Bar and Joanna detected the smell of apples and cinnamon strong in the air. Shortly both women felt a warmth suffusing thru them as well as an irritable mood that suddenly overcome them both, yet feeling a sudden growing heat in their loins, felt their pussies become swollen with arousal.
Joanna attempted to converse with the Centaurs, very uncomfortable with their reactions as she noted the Centaur’s unabashedly scanning up and down her and Bar’s bodies, lingering on the swells of breasts and exposed cleavage of both women. As she looked over at Bar, she noted her nipples were hard and clearly seen pressing against her shirt, with a start she realized she had left her bra off as well and could feel her own hard nipples pressing against the shirt, her breasts straining the fabric as well.
Both women were constantly shifting on their feet as Joanna attempted to converse, irrationally and irritably bothered at their bewildering emotions during what can closely be akin to a ‘First Contact’ meeting, of feeling a hotly intense arousal that was to a degree never before experienced, of an insatiable yearning to be filled and fucked hard, long and deep, the conflicting dark mood that had almost completely overtaken both women, wanting to violently and physically lash out at the creatures in front of them. Feeling as if physically attacking the Centaurs would assuage their intense sexual hunger.
Joanna’ attempts of conversing were going badly, her unintentionally sharply uttered intonations and her frustrations grew along with the noticeable growing amusement being displayed by the Centaurs, as if mocking her, and the by now almost volcanic heat of her pussy, aching to be filled.
Both women realized their hotly aroused pussies had soaked their pant crotches, they could feel the wetness spreading and it made them madder with the realization it would soon be visible to the Centaurs…
Both women recognized the names of Aphrodite and Venus among the patois the Centaurs spoke, however it seemed the Centaurs were speaking more amongst themselves than to Joanna as they began gesticulating amongst themselves more frequently, up at the women at the temple, and at the statues. Two Centaurs pointedly gestured at Bar and Joanna as they rapidly spoke as they gestured at two of the low platforms. Bar and Joanna could no longer deny that the facial expressions being displayed by all the Centaurs were ones of lust, not to even mention the partial erections most of the Centaurs by now displayed.
Silence reigned
Joanna and Bar stood there in front of the Centaurs, both shifting on their feet, their thighs pressed tightly together, futilely trying to smother the flames of their heated loins and obscure the wetness of their pants. Then one of the Centaurs slowly reached out and with one long finger extended, slowly traced the generous firm swells of Bar’s breasts thru the outline of her shirt. Both women let out small gasps and Bar started heavily breathing as the Centaur’s finger moved toward the bare expanse of cleavage displayed by her partially button shirt, then gently followed the bare contours downward until his finger was blocked by a button.
Suddenly, he grasped a fistful of her shirt and in one violent motion yanked upwards. Buttons popped free and flew as Bar’s shirt was dragged over the top of her head and off her arms.
Bar’s breasts were momentarily raised up by the shirt being ripped off then they bounced a couple of times as her now bare hard nipple breasts settled in position. The Centaur held Bar’s shirt in his hand, and he had a puzzled but amused look on his face as he examined her tan line contrasted bare breasts.
Bar and Joanna looked at each other with wide eyes and each realized the Centaur’s intentions at the same time. As one, they attempted to flee with the Centaurs slowly cavorting after them, repeatedly drawing near the two running women and plucking at their clothing, ripping off pockets from their pants and Joanna’s shirt, popping her shirt buttons loose then letting the two women get ahead of the pursing pack of Centaurs then catching up to them again. Soon Joanna’s shirt was in tatters, completely unbuttoned with the shirt tails streaming behind her, their pants likewise had great renders in them showing vast expanses of tanned and very toned skin. Each time a new seam opened, a great cheer and laughter went up from the Centaurs. Another Centaur reached out and ripped Joanna’s shirt off her as she ran, enjoying watching their considerable large and firm perky assets heave and bounce, their delightfully curved firm and toned athletic bodies and the way their long hair streamed out behind them as they ran. The Centaurs repeatedly blocked their way and both women realized there was no escaping and they turned to fight.
Like half naked Amazons, Bar and Joanna repeatedly flung themselves at the Centaurs attacking them, a few times even climbing up on their backs, as they hit, scratched and kicked with impunity. The two women were shrugged off or pulled away, then released. Both Bar and Joanna recognized amusement in the Centaurs expressions which infuriated them even more.