Magic Centaur Wine
by Josh Dugan

There were several centaurs on the big ranch next to hours, and my friends
and I talked about them all the time. Truth is, we had major crushes on
them, and secretly envied their magnificent bodies.They were all tall,
handsome young guys with really beautiful, muscular upper bodies, broad
shoulders, and long arms, and they looked like movie stars! Beautiful
faces, with penetrating eyes and wonderful lips, and long, beautiful hair
down to their broad shoulder muscles in many cases.

Where their flat, sexy stomachs merged into their horse bodies their glossy
coats began, and they were so tall upon their powerful stallion bodies!

My friends and I would climb up on the roof of the huge barn-like home
where they lived and would drink and jerk off as we spied on the beautiful
centaurs, each one so awesome and arousing to look at!

We would see them lying on thick rugs by the fire, grooming each other's
muscular horse-bodies, sometimes leaning lazily against each other watching
the fire and sometimes working each other's huge muscles with a powerful,
gentle massage.

We dreamed of being centaurs ourselves, trying to imagine what it would
feel like to have a powerful stallion's body and four legs beneath one's
waist, and we endlessly drew pictures of centaurs and talked about them.

I liked to see them coming in from long gallops in the countryside, either
in pairs or groups, their bodies gleaming with sweat and their eyes bright
with laughter as they cantered for home, sometimes with arms around each
other. They were so powerful and virile, and more often than not their huge
extended penises would bob wildly between their legs as they jogged
alongside each other, obviously in love with each other.

To see such great and beautiful creatures so gentle and aroused with each
other drove me and my friends wild, and we were dying to work up the
courage to make friends with the handsome young centaurs. If we'd had a
choice, we'd be centaurs, too!

One warm spring night we were up on the roof looking in the windows at the
huge room, and it seemed different in a wild and arousing way. The centaurs
were obviously having some sort of party, and had made some kind of wine in
huge quantities that they passed amoung each other as they laughed and
reeled, hanging onto each others' bodies for support.

They clumsily galloped after each other, knocking over furniture and
tackling each other, laughing as their heavy horse-bodies crashed to the
floor, shaking the foundations of the house and threatening to knock my
friends and I down from the roof. We were pretty drunk and turned on
ourselves. I realized as I steadied myself and tried to focus my eyes on
the aroused centaurs that they were slightly changed by the wine, as if it
had some kind of magical power. The beautiful centaurs had somehow made a
game of making each other grow extra limbs, howling with laughter when one
of them realized he'd had a spell done on him and now had an extra pair of
arms or legs. They kept trying to run away, only to be caught and tackled
by one of their huge, muscular friends, and the floor shook as they became
helpless with laughter. More wine all around, and the tackles became
heavier as centaurs sprouting four muscular arms brought down centaurs
trying to gallop away on six or eight legs, laughing and aroused. Even
their arousals became more massive, as extra centaur cocks appeared between
their legs, huge and heavy and swaying, with massive ballsacs.

Suddenly I realized some of my friends were in the room with the centaurs,
overcome with arousal and drunkenness themselves, and a moment of fear
passed before I realized that it was okay. In fact, it was great! The
centaurs welcomed the human boys with genuine liking, and before long my
friends were living their life's dream, riding bareback on the handsome
young centaurs, arms wrapped around the centaur's wonderful, sweat-slick
torsos.

The party became freshly aroused as the young men and the centaurs held
each other, their lips buried in each others' when they weren't pouring the
magic centaur wine down each others' throats.

I was flushed and dizzy with the beer I had been sharing with my friends,
and my hardon became huge as I enviously watched my friends make love to
the centaurs. They were out of their minds with arousal as they rode naked
on the centaur's backs or writhed in the gentle embrace of centaurs who now
had four or six wonderful long arms about them, and who stumbled on six or
eight clumsy horselegs, cluttered with giant clusters of huge, sleek
hardons.

The room danced with the firelight from the huge fireplace as the
flickering light reflected off the sweat-slick musculature of the centaurs
as they held and sucked my friends.

I must have rolled down from the roof, but all I remember is being caught
in several strong, gentle arms by a handsome, inebriated centaur, whose
eight legs helped his handsome body stay balanced even with all the magic
centaur wine he had drunk. As he held me, I realized the loud pouring sound
I heard was caused by several downpours as his huge cocks pissed on the
lawn.

"Thanks," I managed to say, as I held his beautiful face in my hands, and
his fine lips created a wonderful smile, and the kiss that followed I will
never forget. I must have melted there in his wonderful arms.

I could hear my friends yelling and laughing with the centaurs, and I was
probably too drunk to be suprised to see that the magic wine had partially
transformed them, too, as they too played the limb game. Many of them now
also had extra arms and legs, making them handsomely centaur-like as well.

I probably would have swooned, but my beautiful centaur nudged my lips with
a huge flagon of magic centaur wine. I gratefully drank from it with huge
gulps, and I began to feel heavier and heavier and more aroused as my body
changed. I was grateful for my centaur friend's many arms, for they found
and held the extra legs I sprouted, gathering my multiple limbs close and
warm against him. And my bliss knew no end as his beautiful lips grazed
gently among my huge multiple hardons, kissing them to full arousal and
sucking them down, one after the other, as I spasmed with uncontrollable
ejaculations.

I've never gotten fully used to being so constantly aroused and turned on,
nor have my friends, but we do make quite a sight as our multiple long legs
grace the elongated horsebodies of our centaur buddies as we ride them. And
it is kinda fun when we do stuff we used to do two-legged, like playing
basketball, which is a lot more erotic than you would realize at first,
when all the team members have six or eight legs and all their hardons get
so easily turned on! And trying to block each other, while you might think
it would be easier with four arms, actually becomes a major distraction,
especially if you like nice-looking arms. Most games end up with us not
caring who wins or loses and just making outrageously sexy love with each
other for hours at a time!

With as much sex as we constantly have among each other and our incredible
centaur pals, you'd think we'd have to get tired of it sometime, but it
hasn't happened yet!