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  "What do you think he wants now?" I whispered to Peter. It was then that I noticed that Peter was pitching his second tent of the evening, his large erection obvious through the thin fabric of his grey sweatpants. I was turning my stepdad on, and I didn't mind one bit.

  "I'm not sure Charlie," he said. "But it looks like he's enjoying it. So give him what he wants and then let's get out of here."

  The Minotaur reached down and effortlessly ripped off my jeans and shoes, leaving me just in my socks. He seized me by my arms, raising me up off the ground like I was weightless, until our faces were level. We both looked into each other's eyes, striving to comprehend each other across far-away civilizations and different embodiments. For a moment there, I truly thought I witnessed a glint of humankind, something potentially peaceful hiding behind his firm, cold stare.

  Before I got the chance to delve deeper, the beast turned me upside down so that his mouth was between my legs, flawlessly placed to discover the valley where my pleasure spot was located.

  Whilst being dangled by my ankles I felt a fantastic feeling of compliance as this breathtaking animal took total command. I was subtly swinging in mid-air like a graceful pendulum, his rock hard abs an upside down oil painting which I had time to admire, whilst I felt his hot breath against my panties.

  His long, strong tongue moved my panties to one side, revealing my moist, part shaven snatch. He licked my pussy with no finesse at all, an animalistic aggressiveness that pleasured me as it flicked over my clitoris and started to delve inside. The more I moaned, the more he probed, his licks picking up speed as he tongue-fucked me determinedly. It felt bigger than any human man's dick, and it touched places I never knew existed, giving me sensations I never thought possible.

  The relentless tongue was driving me crazy. I was soaked and could feel my climax building up. Just when I though I couldn't take any more and was about to cum, the Minotaur withdrew his tongue and stopped. It was then that I realized he had been preparing me, readying me for the main course.

  I was dropped unceremoniously to the ground, where I tried to catch my breath. The beast's pheromones that had turned me on earlier now flooded down my throat and up into my nostrils with each inhale of air. I was inundated with something that felt like a cross between adrenaline and alcohol, a vortex of lust and arousal that made my eyes roll to the back of my head.

  The Minotaur walked over to where Peter hung and snapped his chains, and I watched as my stepdad fell to his knees, panting and rubbing his wrists. Why the creature had freed him was, at this point, unclear to me. The man-beast dominantly encouraged me to get on all fours, so my round, fleshy ass was in clear view of both parties. I felt his leathery palms on my body again, this time on my ass, as the Minotaur gently parted my cheeks. Then I realized what he had in mind. He was offering me to my stepdad, promoting me like a prize that he was free to come and take.

  I felt a tantalizing thrill as the beast's tail stroked up and down the inside of my thighs, the tassel teasing my entrance. I heard Peter's footsteps nearing and I turned my head and saw him pulling his bottoms down along with his underwear, his cock stiff and impressive in size—larger than most men's, but no comparison to that of our captor. It was obvious that Peter desired me, and the ass he had previously made fun of was in fact very appealing to him.

  I'm not ashamed to admit that at this point I was literally begging to be fucked. I knew where Peter wanted to go, and he had been given a first-class ticket to his destination. "Fuck me Daddy, fuck me now." I couldn't help myself. I wiggled my fat ass from left to right, enticing him. This was the only prompt he needed, for my stepdad got to his knees behind me, the Minotaur still standing to the side, his hands still placed firmly on my rump, steadying me. It seemed as though the Minotaur really wanted to help, so he wrapped his tail around Peter's girth and guided it like a plane to land against the edge of my pink runway.

  The head of my daddy's cock pressed against my snatch, blending his pre-cum with the beast's spit and my juices. As it rubbed up and down my lips they parted slightly, then a little bit more, until they spread wide, well and truly ready. My daddy slowly slid his cock inside. It felt great, and I yelled, I gasped for breath, an outburst of extreme and astonishing passion. My daddy's cock filled me up, and inch by inch the Minotaur’s hands backed my ass up, as Peter persisted, until we were united as one. Not just me and Daddy united as one, but the beast also. We were like one big happy family. Daddy's dick had disappeared inside me—he had plunged his sword in deep, all the way to the hilt.

  We bounced and pounded and pushed and pulled each other into a euphoria, a fierce battle where both parties could potentially win the war. The sensations increased and we made love like wild ponies, reacting instinctively to each other’s moans.

  Caught up in the moment, I hadn't noticed that the beast was no longer gripping my ass, as his hands on my rump had been replaced with those of my daddy. I opened my eyes and looked straight ahead, and there I saw him—the beast had moved over to the front of me. It was abundantly clear that I was going to be on the receiving end of a forbidden Minotaur spitroasting, and I took one last deep breath of air and readied myself, unsure if I could take it but prepared to give it my best shot. The massive bell entered my open mouth again, more forcefully than before, as the Minotaur clasped the back of my head and face-fucked me with a relentless amount of vigor. Big balls banged on the back of my legs, while the unbearably large cock completely filled my mouth. Both cocks mirrored each other like swinging hammocks. It felt as though they were going to meet in the middle.

  I almost gagged and let pangs of pleasure bounce around inside my mind, pussy and soul. It was obvious I was sucking the Minotaur just right, as I felt his cock twitch and witnessed his balls tighten.

  That was when I came, an amazing unrelenting rush that journeyed from between my legs, through my body and around my head, making me wrawl and weep and groan. With the studs either side of me, an orgasmic energy was created, and I sensed they were both also about to cum. One of my hands reached out in front of me and cupped the Minotaur’s balls, while my other hand reached down between my legs and squeezed Daddy's balls, and this sudden added pressure seemed to do the trick. With an all-powerful howl both came together, man and monster mixed into one harmonic climax.

  I felt a magnificent sensation, a racing pulse of seed that sprayed inside me. Jet after jet of hot, sticky cream sprayed from Daddy's sack and filled my pussy. The sperm blindly made their way, paddling along. They only had one way to go, and that was towards my fertile egg, and they made their way there as I felt the Minotaur’s cock expand between my lips.

  I pulled it out of my mouth and looked deep into its eye as I felt it pulse and throb between my fingertips. The Minotaur ejaculated his spunk right into my open mouth, and I stuck out my tongue as he fired a line of sperm that sprayed out like a fireman's hose, exploding in my face. Dear readers, I attempted to swallow as fast as I humanly could, but the load was ridiculous and most of it poured down my face and splattered my milky tits.

  My fingers caressed the twelve inch rod as the minotaur dripped the last of his seed onto my tongue, just as Peter withdrew, leaving me full. I felt truly complete, truly appreciated, truly adored.

  I sat down on the cold floor, wiped my face with the tattered rag that used to be my top, opened my legs and looked down at my cream-pie. “Man. I think I may possibly be in a little bit of trouble." A gooey waterway of rich snowy jizz trickled down my thigh and onto the ground.

  Exhausted, the Minotaur tumbled back but kept his footing, while Peter crumpled to the ground, spent. Leisurely, I looked up at the man-beast. He stepped to the side and motioned to the open corridor-exit, and as he did so I swear I saw him smile for a moment. Me and Peter got to our feet, and made our way to the exit. I almost didn't want to leave him—I wanted to ask him if I could stay—just for a little while longer, but Peter gripped my hand tightly and led me off. I looked back at the Minotaur, the amazing creatur
e of myth and legend. I waved at him and I couldn't help a tear forming in my eye.

  "What an experience," I commented.

  We followed the long, twisting tunnels of the cave and sure enough, we found our way back outside, the sky a beautiful tranquil pink as the sun was starting to rise. As we walked back to the campsite to find my mom and my baby, it suddenly dawned on me that I might very well get pregnant. But I knew I would get through this, with or without my mother’s approval. I was a strong girl. I would find a way to deal with it. At least Peter had money. He’d be able to help out.

  I would never forget what happened on that dark mid-summer's night. And nor did I want to. The Minotaur would remain in my dreams. Always.

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  Bonus Stories …

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  Daisy N. Chains

  Me and my stepmom had flown in to Athens the night before. Neither of us had ever been to Greece, and we were both weary after the long flight, eager to take it easy, unwind and explore the breathtaking city. This was a vacation we both needed.

  It was a fine day, a unique feel of European summertime and a severely necessary break from the worries of work and day to day life. Especially for her. Being middle-aged and having a baby must take its toll, and she handled it very gracefully. But I could tell she needed this more than I did.

  During our stroll down the narrow, enchanting backstreets she turned to me, with a slight look of concern in her eye. "Do you think my baby will be okay without me? I mean... maybe I should have stayed. Maybe it's too soon to be apart from her..."

  I offered a comforting smile. "Of course she'll be fine, Mom. Dad is there, obviously, and you know he's great with kids. Look, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. So just relax and let's enjoy ourselves."

  My attempt to soothe her must have worked, for she beamed back at me, and chuckled. "You're right, Annie. Sorry. I won't mention it again."

  It undoubtedly was a remarkable city, and we were grateful to be there, soaking it all in. A place for art, studying and philosophy, Athens is known as the birthplace of Western culture and democracy, mostly because of the influence of its social and governmental accomplishments on the rest of Europe. Earlier in the afternoon we had indulged ourselves in the modern metropolis, but now we wanted to explore the real Athens, and get away from the busy hubbub of the central area. So, we roamed the backstreets.

  It felt eerily quiet. The breeze blew through the hot summer air. There was nothing else. No laughing children playing ball in the street. No constant sound of cars as they frantically zoomed down the highway to places unknown.

  For 41, my stepmom, or just Mom as I called her, looked great. She had done a phenomenal job at keeping herself in shape, especially after her recent childbirth. A lingerie model in her heyday, she sported abundant curves and perfect snow-white skin. Dark wavy hair fell to her shoulders and framed a pretty face, set with bright blue eyes and full pink lips. Her breasts resembled two planets, which hung firm and solid when supported by one of her tasteful tops. Her legs were long, with thick thighs, and I had always thought to myself that if I looked half as good as she did when I reached her age, I'd be very happy. My Dad was a lucky guy, and he knew it.

  We paused for a moment, and I gazed up to admire the magnificent architecture of the yellowish-bricked buildings.

  "I'm just going to have a wander down here, Annie," my mom said. "Catch up with you in a sec."

  "Sure, Mom," I replied, thinking nothing of it. The narrow streets were empty. It felt like a ghost town, so it would be very easy to find each other again. Or so I thought.

  But a couple of minutes later, when I strolled down the path that my mom had taken, she was nowhere to be seen. I didn't panic. I figured she must've just popped into a nearby cafe of postcard shop for a moment. But the downtown part of the city that we were in was very un-touristy. There were no shops or restaurants in sight, just narrow path after narrow path, surrounded by very tall, old buildings. Homes, I guess. Looking around, all the shutters were closed on the windows and the big, sturdy wooden doors were shut.

  Now starting to get slightly anxious, I quickened my pace. "Mom? Moooooom!" I called out. I could feel my heart beating loudly in my chest, as I started to feel like I was alone—truly alone—on the outskirts of this huge, suddenly ominous city.

  The further I walked, the more I wondered where my mom had got to. I prayed she was alright. I turned around, and discovered I had no idea where I was—I mean, I knew I was in Athens, but all the narrow lanes looked identical, all the buildings a similar color. I took a deep breath to try to calm my nerves. I knew my mom couldn’t be too far, because it had only been about ten minutes since we parted ways, but I couldn't for the life of me get a bearing on my surroundings. It was like I was in some sort of maze, some otherworldly different dimension.

  I looked up. The sky was still bright blue, without a cloud in sight, but I could sense evening was nearing. I listened. But all I could hear was the sound of my own breathing, the wind blowing and my pounding heart. I was desperate to hear something that would help get rid of the feeling of uncertainty. I held my breath a moment. But nothing.

  I began to get the strangest feeling—almost as though I was dreaming. But I knew I wasn't. Maybe that was just my subconscious' way of comforting me.

  I carried on walking. Although previously there had been forks in the road, I was somewhat relieved to see that now, there was just one lane. One narrow, winding, bendy path. This took all the guesswork out of it for me. Surely, all I had to do was follow this lane, and wherever it took me, would be where my mom was.

  But the further I walked the darker the daylight became, until I found myself feeling truly engulfed in the shadows of the buildings, as if the city had swallowed me up and I was a tiny morsel that this living, breathing city was toying with.

  Miraculously, as I turned the next corner, the path opened up before me. Everything seemed wider, more normal, as I laid my anxious eyes on the ruin that stood before me.

  It was some sort of castle—well, it used to be a castle, because the sands of time had had their way with the ancient building—and now, it was a shell of its former self. Half broken down, the large bricks that used to make up its walls were incomplete, with huge gaps everywhere. There was no roof or ceiling anymore, and as I stepped through where the door used to be and into the rubble-strewn ruin, it felt as though as I was still outside.

  From across the large empty room I saw her—my mom—and the sudden relief I felt that I would soon be reunited with her was almost instantly replaced with a dark feeling of concern. For yes, there she was, but she was in a most peculiar predicament. And she was not alone.

  She was on her hands and knees on the stony floor, her full lactating breasts unleashed from their harness, out and hanging free below her. On either side of her stood two dwarf girls dressed in maid's outfits, who must have been about eighteen years old, a couple of years younger than me. Underneath each of my mom's breasts was a metal bucket, and my mom was—I know this sounds shocking, but she was being milked like a dairy cow.

  Each dwarf girl had an erect nipple in hand, pulling and yanking on my mom's breasts expertly, as if this was completely normal for them. They really had a good, rhythmical pull going, squeezing her nipples tightly and milking them downwards like udders.

  I stood, still unseen by the three of them, frozen on the spot, scared stiff. I wondered why the hell my mom had allowed herself to be put in this predicament, I mean, these girls were tiny, surely she could've easily got away from them. But what I saw next answered my question, and I understood why she couldn't escape. At least not yet.

  In walked, or I should say trotted, the Centaur. Now, I know this sounds unrealistic, but he honestly did. You can ask my mom of you don't believe me.

  He looked powerful and amazing. His human head and face was handsome and dashing, his upper body ripped and lean. His waist blended seamlessly with his horse's body, the chestnut colored f
ur covering the muscular back and four hoofed legs. The mythological creature seemed to be caught between the two natures, embodied in contrasting myths, both as the embodiment of untamed nature, and the vision of legend that stood tall before me. He looked dominant and assertive, but at the same time had the dark, thoughtful eyes of a poet.

  The two dwarf girls continued milking for a little while longer. Jets of creamy, pure milk flowed from my mom's ample bosoms and into the awaiting buckets, little speckles of white splashing up and hitting her in the face. She seemed remarkably cooperative, as if under some sort of spell, as she fearlessly took the human milking without even muttering a complaint.

  He raised his hand, and the two dwarf girls stopped immediately, mid-squeeze, and looked up at their master. It was as if they had done this for him many times before, and it was merely common practice.

  They both stood at the same time, and one walked around my mom to get closer to the other. She tipped her bucketful into the other's bucket, mixing both breast's loads. One of them skipped up to the Centaur, and handed the bucket to him, before curtsying cutely. The Centaur nodded his head, as if dismissing them, and they skipped off, through a rubble-scattered doorway and into the depths of the ruin.

  His gaze lingered on my mom's fat lactating tits, before holding the metal bucket above his head at arm's length. He opened his mouth, and began to pour. The breast milk poured out at a perfect diagonal angle and right down the Centaur's gullet. Away he swallowed, his glugs audible across the large remains of the room in which we stood. He paused, his eyes closed, seeming somewhat satisfied, and appeared to be enjoying the creamy nourishment that had been hand-produced for him.

  Up until this point I had remained unseen, the room vast enough and the shadows dark enough so that I could watch in amazement. But with his eyes still closed, I knew that this was the opportunity I needed, so I took it.