Chapter 2 - Fuck The Second

"Then what happened?" It was breakfast the following day and Lavender Brown had just been given the story of the previous afternoon by her friend Parvati.

They had sat strategically at one end of the long house table, far away from any boys or girls they didn't trust. Then Parvati, who had not come back to the common room until well past dinner, had told all.
"Well, when we woke up it was already evening. Good thing it was History of Magic after Divination and not a something with a teacher who actually realises he has students. I'd missed dinner, but Firenze showed me how to get to the kitchen and the house elves made us some food. Did you know that centaurs eat twice as much as people? Because they have a human stomach and a horse stomach..."
Lavender was impatient, she had, just like Parvati been thinking of the handsome Firenze ever since he'd arrived at Hogwarts, and they had spent several pleasurable evenings dreaming up what they'd do with him if only they had the chance. Now she was quite disgruntled that Parvati, her closest friend had not also called her back into the classroom when she had stayed behind.
"I didn't mean to!" Parvati had protested, "I only wanted to stick up for Professor Trelawny, all the rest just sort of happened."

"So," Lavender interrupted Parvati's description of how Firenze had walked her up to Gryffindor tower, so he could explain to any teachers they met why she was out late, "Are you going to see him again?"
"Of course." She replied, dropping her voice still lower as a gang of first years passed them, heading for the food, "As soon as I can. I was thinking of sneaking down to see him after classes today, I mean now that I know about the kitchens, I don't mind missing dinner."
Lavender was even more downcast at this, "Lucky you." She said, staring down at her plate.
"Oh you should come too!" Parvati almost burst out, "I'm sure he won't mind. He was telling me how good it was to be able to mate with someone again. Apparently they do it a lot normally. He said they don't marry each other, just live and love freely together. There aren't many foals though, he seemed sad about that."

The litany had gone on most of the day. Lavender was amazed they'd managed to talk so much after the sex Parvati had described. She'd brushed it off, saying the spell she'd borrowed from Hermione meant by the time she'd woken up everything had gone back to where it should be. Lavender was also nervous about Parvati's invitation, the connection between them, at least from Parvati's side, seemed so strong she thought it would cause offence. Once more her friend was dismissive, lapsing into another in-depth discourse about centaur breeding habits. Despite her nerves, Lavender found herself counting down the hours until she would find out.

A part of her wanted him to say no. It scared her, the descriptions of his member made it sound painful. She hadn't heard about Hermione's spell and didn't get the chance to ask her about it. So she had allowed Parvati to lead her away from their last class and down towards the first floor classroom the Centaur had made his own. When Parvati knocked the deep, sonorous voice bade them enter.

Lavender stepped, quivering in behind the eager Parvati and looked once more on the grassy floored and tree-lined walls of Firenze's classroom. The other girl had already crossed to the clearing in the centre to hug and exchange kisses with the huge creature. Lavender stayed by the door, unsure of herself. Firenze looked up at her and raised an eyebrow.
"Lavender Brown." He said, then looking back down at Parvati, who was stroking his shimmering flanks, "We have only been together once and already you are bringing your friends to me? I am not sure I should be pleased or offended."
Parvati didn't seem to hear him, she just kept stroking his body and one hand lazily found its way onto her breast as she gazed with a cool smile at Firenze's hind-legs, which was hidden from Lavender's sight by the rest of the centaur's impressive bulk. She felt a blush rise to her cheeks at the luke-warm reception he had given her, she might have wished somewhere that he'd say no, but to sound like he didn't mind was just rude.
"Well, I can just leave you two alone." She simmered, folding her arms and half turning from the pair, Parvati was now undoing the buttons on her shirt as her stroking hand worked its way around to the centaur's rear.
"I meant no offence." He said, inclining his head respectfully, "I am simply surprised. I had not imagined there would be more than one human here who would enjoy being with a centaur."

Parvati's skirt and pants landed on the floor and Lavender stared wide eyed at the brazen-ness of her best friend throwing her clothes away to press her naked body against the warm flesh of Firenze's flanks.
"You will enjoy it!" she insisted, kissing his back and reaching down under him with one hand, "Just don't forget the spell!"

Lavender watched as Firenze and Parvati made love on the desk. She bent over the wood, like she had described at breakfast and he reared up behind her. From her place off to the side, she could see now the full size of the centaur; when he tried to find her it slid between her spread legs and it had come to rest between her body and the desk. The head was nestled between Parvati's pert breasts, and Lavender couldn't resist moving around them to see it's flat top peeking out from them as her friend licked, kissed and squeezed it.

After a while Parvati let Firenze try again, releasing his penis and letting him slip it back out between her brown thighs. This time he found her, his well lubricated member found her sodden vagina and at once he pushed in, cantering forwards on his hind legs to drive it home. Parvati shrieked and nipped the centaurs legs in pleasure as she took the whole length at once. Lavender found she had become wet watching the two go at it, and her nerves long since forgotten she slipped out of her skirt and pants, leaving them on the floor with Parvati's and cast aside her shirt.

She perched on another desk, once more away to the side, to watch Firenze's testicles bounce back and forth off Parvati's thighs, the entire shaft buried in her petite body. Lavender's fingers rubbed over her breasts, more developed than her friends, they were very sensitive, while she ground her hips against the raised corner of the desk, enflaming the already growing tickle between her legs. Parvati was screeching and writhing underneath the bucking centaur, her legs curled up and around to hook onto Firenze's hind legs and pull herself back onto him. He started growling and clutching the walls above Parvati's lolling head and, watching the bouncing scrotum Lavender guessed he was cumming.

Soon enough tell-tale fountains of milky-white sprayed out of Parvati as Firenze continued to thrust away. Once more a pool of it formed between her brown feet. When at last it was over and Firenze's penis withdrew, to a cascade of his semen, he helped Parvati to her feet and she walked unsteadily around the desk, leaving as sticky trail behind her, before curling up on the wooden floor, stark naked with her gaping vagina still leaking the white stuff. She wrapped one arm around her legs, drawn tight against her body and rested her head on the other. 

Lavender meanwhile had gotten to her feet, one hand cupping her breast the other still rubbing her engorged clitoris and slowly she approached the centaur, who was now staring down at her, his blue eyes shining. Without speaking she moved to occupy the space on the desk Parvati had just vacated. The two hooves landed on either side of her head, and she braced her forearms against them, splaying her legs like Parvati's had been and held her breath, one finger held between her teeth.

When Firenze's already erect penis found her swollen and parted lips she let go of the finger to grasp the edge of the desk with both hands, a shocked cry escaped her as the still very slick thing parted her and slid up. Her legs were moved further apart as the thick shaft was thrust inside her, it stretched her outwards and upwards, she could feel the bulge as she was rocked back and forth by its motion. The movement raised her onto her toes, and made her breasts wobble, her hard nipples rubbing on the wooden desk.

The sensation overwhelmed her at once, and her eyes rolled up into her head as her blonde hair waved around with the force of the centaur behind her. Her hands went limp as her elasticised vagina stretched up to her ribs, sending rivulets of molten pleasure through her slim form. In her blurred vision Lavender could see Parvati's curled form. She had rolled over to look back at the two of them, one hand lazily brushed her enchanted vagina that was already re-tightening. Her hazel eyes were locked on the centaur's face far above Lavender's red sweating one.
Her eyes closed tightly as the pounding shaft rubbed her insides, the flat head pushed her cervix up and up as the girth between her lips widened and widened. Lavender wailed and thrashed with blind pleasure, her movements pressing herself against the hard thing that had been driven clean across her slim abdomen. Firenze snorted and growled above her, her frantic movements clasping and massaging his member. He thrust in her over and over, his heavy hands white on the wall as his hind-quarters bucked and twitched.

When he came Lavender was already half conscious, the endless torrent of pleasure he was causing overwhelming her. The solid shaft bulged with his seed and Lavender bit down on the edge of the desk as the head, so deeply embedded in her heaved with his ejaculate. The pressure within her womb built steadily, distending it. She whooped and gurgled as more of it flowed in, her lips iron tight around the base of his shaft, his testicles resting on her rump. Her tongue lolled out as at last she felt the pressure of his member slacken, the feeling of her inner walls relaxing around it send her into fresh convulsions and wetly his penis flopped from her with the contraction of her orgasm.

Semen flowed from her in waves, the plug of his member removed it sprayed out as her womb shrank. The torrent ran like a river to mingle with the fluids left over from Parvati. Firenze slid off the desk, his great hooves coming to rest behind her still splayed legs. Lavender's arms flopped forward without the braise of his legs and she remained bent obscenely over the desk, limbs twitching softly and eyes still shut in the orgasmic afterglow. She could still feel the liquid escaping her womb, sluggishly now as the pressure relented, but she couldn't move.
"Are you alright?" the centaur asked, a heavy hand resting on her tousled hair. She mumbled a yes and tried to move a hand to his. It moved jerkily and almost at once the energy drained and it dropped once more to dangle over the desk.
"She's fine." Said Parvati, who was on her feet again, a slight flaring in her lips the only remaining sign of the huge penetration she had so recently withstood. "Let her sleep, she looks comfy enough."
Lavender Brown managed to nod slightly before she passed into a warm, glowing rest, the last sound she heard was the padding of Parvati's feet as she walked over to hug the sweating and panting centaur.