Classroom Changes - Umako Chapter 6 - 3

Before Hiroto could finish his sentence, she placed her hands behind his head and pressed his face into her breasts, muffling the rest of his remark.

Hiroto’s hands shot up reflexively, cupping Umako’s breasts from below. When he realized what he was holding, he dropped his hands but could not pull away; Umako held his face firmly against her body.

“Don’t be shy,” she cooed, “I want you to touch me. I want you to realize there’s nothing beastly about me,” She released his head, allowing him to take a step back. Hiroto looked up and saw she was smiling encouragingly.

Hiroto watched Umako’s face as he cautiously cupped her breasts again, moving his palms around the edges. He felt her nipples stiffen when he tickled them with his thumbs. He saw her smile broaden.

“That’s nice,” she said, “but I want you to get comfortable with all of me, not just the human parts.”

Hiroto moved his hands down her torso, marvelling at the firmness of her abs, tracing the contour of each muscle with his finger. Continuing lower, he felt the smooth skin below her navel develop a soft fuzz of thick, short hair, which got longer and coarser as his hands moved into the horse part of her body.

He was now in equine territory, a novel experience for Hiroto as he had never been around horses. The overwhelming impression was large and powerful. At the same time, though, he was surprised at how delicate her front legs seemed compared to the size of her body. He recalled hearing how horses were susceptible to broken legs and wondered if the same applied to centaurs.  An incongruous thought drifted through his mind: “Well, if she ever breaks a leg, I’m not going to let them shoot her,” a reference to the common trope in Western movies.

Umako lifted a front leg so Hiroto could examine her lower leg and hoof. The smooth, hard covering of the hoof surprised him. He realized that her front legs, with such solid hoofs, would be powerful weapons. Thinking back to when she had him pinned to the floor, he realized that foot could have crushed him. Umako was clearly not a being to be messed with.

Hiroto moved toward Umako’s rear, running his hand along her flank. Umako turned her shoulders and head to watch him. She seemed much more flexible than a human in that regard. Hiroto considered that centaurs probably needed that flexibility, given the amount of body they had back there. The feel of her body hair reminded Hiroto of petting a coarse-haired dog, a thought he decided he best keep to himself.

When he reached her hind legs, he marvelled at how massive the muscles were. A single one of those legs would weigh more than he did. Running his hand inside a leg, he was surprised to encounter two nipples. He was even more astonished to hear Umako moan with pleasure when he touched them. They were obviously an erogenous zone, information he filed for future reference. She also responded positively when he caressed the inside of her thighs.

Hiroto ended his “tour” standing behind Umako. He lifted a hank of her tail hair and ran it through his fingers. It was softer than he had expected but felt very strong. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to break a strand off. Umako reacted by flicking her tail, giving him a faceful of hair. The sensation was quite pleasant.

Hiroto assumed he was done and that the parts under the tail were off-limits. Umako surprised him by lifting her tail to the side, giving him an unobstructed view of what lay below. He stood, staring, unsure what she intended. Was this just a look, or was he allowed to touch her there?

Umako answered the unasked question, “Go ahead, you can touch it. I said I wanted you to know all of me.”

Hiroto ran his hand around the outer lips of her vulva. The texture was very leathery and free of hair. His whole hand slid in smoothly when he pressed his fingers between the labia. Umako gasped, causing Hiroto to withdraw his hand quickly.

“Sorry,” he stammered, fearful he had angered her, “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“It’s okay,” Umako assured him. It felt nice. It just caught me by surprise.”

“Would you mind continuing?” Umako asked bashfully. “It’s just that since the Event, I haven’t been able to… you know. I don’t even know what it will feel like as a centaur.”

“Ok… What do you want me to do?” Hiroto asked unsurely.

“Just do what you’ve seen them doing with women on those porn videos I know you’ve watched,” Umako said, “I’m basically the same, just larger.”

Hiroto parted her labia with his fingers, exposing her clitoris. It was huge, probably 7 or 8 times as large as the women he’d seen in the videos.  He gently massaged it with his fingers. He tentatively licked across it. To his surprise, Umako did not smell or taste fishy, as the “locker room talk” had led him to believe she would; she tasted slightly tangy with a bit of a metallic undertone. He ran his tongue around the edges. He closed his lips on it and sucked gently.

“Yes,” Umako moaned, “That’s working. Keep it up!” She ran her tail across the back of his head in a gentle caress.

Her reaction gave Hiroto more confidence. He continued the same actions, varying the frequency and pressure. Umako’s breathing was getting quicker and shallower. Her vagina was getting very moist. She made sounds like a low, breathy whinnying, which got louder and faster as he continued.

“Use your arm!” Umako shouted.

“What?” Hiroto asked, stopping, confused.

“Make a fist and shove your arm up there.”, she commanded, sounding exasperated.

Hiroto did as she ordered, inserting his arm up to the elbow and pumping in and out. He maintained pressure against her clitoris as he stroked. With his free hand, he reached under Umako and gently massaged her rear nipples. A ripple ran through her massive glutes.

He realized this activity was turning him on. He didn’t feel in any way like he was having sex with a horse; this was Umako, the girl he loved. Seeing her arousal excited him.

Hiroto felt a gush of fluid cover his arm as Umako’s body began to shudder. She moaned in a way that sounded remarkably like a horse neighing. Her rear legs started bucking as if she was losing her balance. Hiroto jumped out of the way, worried she might kick or fall on him.

When the spasms subsided, Umako turned to face Hiroto.

“Wow,” she exclaimed, “That was intense. Being a centaur is even better than I thought.”

“Glad to be of service, my lady,” Hiroto quipped.

“Oh, but look at you,” Umako cooed, noticing his erection, “We can’t leave you like that. Do you have a condom?”

“Um, I think my parents might have some,” Hiroto replied.

“Well, don’t just stand there, silly,” Umako said, feigning consternation, “Go get one!”

Hiroto left for his parent’s bedroom to search for a condom. By the time he returned, his erection had started to subside.

Umako noticed the receding bulge in his trousers. “It looks like you need a little top-up,” she grinned. Drop your drawers.”

Hiroto removed his pants and underwear and stood before her, nervous. He was excited but knew he was at her mercy and wasn’t sure what she had planned.

Umako placed her hands under his arms and lifted him so their faces were even. She gave him a long, sensual kiss and then, to his surprise, lifted him even higher until his penis was level with her face. She did not seem to be using any effort to hold him over her head.

“Now it’s my turn to see if the Internet is a good teacher,” she laughed. She started by licking along the length of his member before taking the tip into her mouth. She lightly tickled the glans with her tongue, then took the whole shaft into her mouth, moving rhythmically back and forth, applying constant gentle pressure with her lips. Hiroto moaned and whispered, “Oh wow,” as she worked on him. She could feel his cock growing longer and stiffer.

She pulled her mouth away, teasing, “I guess I better stop before I finish you off.” Putting Hiroto back on his feet, she took the condom from him, opened the package and rolled it onto his penis.

Umako turned around and squatted on her haunches, placing her vagina level with Hiroto’s waist.

Hiroto hesitated. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said gently, smiling reassuringly, “I told you I wanted to be your first.”

Hiroto pressed up close and entered into her. Her pussy was still wet from the earlier activity. He considered himself as well endowed as the average guy, but she had taken in his entire forearm easily; his penis slipped in with barely a ripple to her labia. Even so, there was a gentle, pleasant friction as he slowly thrust in and out. 

Being only experienced with masturbation previously, he was surprised by how warm she felt, aided no doubt by a centaur’s average body temperature being a couple of degrees higher than a human’s. With his teenage vigour, it took him only a few minutes to come.

As he leaned, shuddering, against Umako’s buttocks, his penis resting inside her, she couldn’t help teasing him, “Are you going to start soon, Hiroto? I haven’t felt anything yet.”

Hiroto caught the jest and laughed along with her, returning the jab, “Well, it’s not my fault you’ve got a pussy I could drive a truck through!”

Hiroto gathered his pants and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he returned Umako had retrieved her t-shirt and was sitting on the floor in front of the television.  She had found an episode of My Hero Academia.

“Come cuddle with me,” Umako invited. Hiroto settled in against her. It was no longer a foreign creature he leaned against; this was as much Umako as every other part of her. They watched the show silently, happy to be in each other's company.

Before Hiroto could finish his sentence, she placed her hands behind his head and pressed his face into her breasts, muffling the rest of his remark.

Hiroto’s hands shot up reflexively, cupping Umako’s breasts from below. When he realized what he was holding, he dropped his hands but could not pull away; Umako held his face firmly against her body.

“Don’t be shy,” she cooed, “I want you to touch me. I want you to realize there’s nothing beastly about me,” She released his head, allowing him to take a step back. Hiroto looked up and saw she was smiling encouragingly.

Hiroto watched Umako’s face as he cautiously cupped her breasts again, moving his palms around the edges. He felt her nipples stiffen when he tickled them with his thumbs. He saw her smile broaden.

“That’s nice,” she said, “but I want you to get comfortable with all of me, not just the human parts.”

Hiroto moved his hands down her torso, marvelling at the firmness of her abs, tracing the contour of each muscle with his finger. Continuing lower, he felt the smooth skin below her navel develop a soft fuzz of thick, short hair, which got longer and coarser as his hands moved into the horse part of her body.

He was now in equine territory, a novel experience for Hiroto as he had never been around horses. The overwhelming impression was large and powerful. At the same time, though, he was surprised at how delicate her front legs seemed compared to the size of her body. He recalled hearing how horses were susceptible to broken legs and wondered if the same applied to centaurs.  An incongruous thought drifted through his mind: “Well, if she ever breaks a leg, I’m not going to let them shoot her,” a reference to the common trope in Western movies.

Umako lifted a front leg so Hiroto could examine her lower leg and hoof. The smooth, hard covering of the hoof surprised him. He realized that her front legs, with such solid hoofs, would be powerful weapons. Thinking back to when she had him pinned to the floor, he realized that foot could have crushed him. Umako was clearly not a being to be messed with.

Hiroto moved toward Umako’s rear, running his hand along her flank. Umako turned her shoulders and head to watch him. She seemed much more flexible than a human in that regard. Hiroto considered that centaurs probably needed that flexibility, given the amount of body they had back there. The feel of her body hair reminded Hiroto of petting a coarse-haired dog, a thought he decided he best keep to himself.

When he reached her hind legs, he marvelled at how massive the muscles were. A single one of those legs would weigh more than he did. Running his hand inside a leg, he was surprised to encounter two nipples. He was even more astonished to hear Umako moan with pleasure when he touched them. They were obviously an erogenous zone, information he filed for future reference. She also responded positively when he caressed the inside of her thighs.

Hiroto ended his “tour” standing behind Umako. He lifted a hank of her tail hair and ran it through his fingers. It was softer than he had expected but felt very strong. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to break a strand off. Umako reacted by flicking her tail, giving him a faceful of hair. The sensation was quite pleasant.

Hiroto assumed he was done and that the parts under the tail were off-limits. Umako surprised him by lifting her tail to the side, giving him an unobstructed view of what lay below. He stood, staring, unsure what she intended. Was this just a look, or was he allowed to touch her there?

Umako answered the unasked question, “Go ahead, you can touch it. I said I wanted you to know all of me.”

Hiroto ran his hand around the outer lips of her vulva. The texture was very leathery and free of hair. His whole hand slid in smoothly when he pressed his fingers between the labia. Umako gasped, causing Hiroto to withdraw his hand quickly.

“Sorry,” he stammered, fearful he had angered her, “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“It’s okay,” Umako assured him. It felt nice. It just caught me by surprise.”

“Would you mind continuing?” Umako asked bashfully. “It’s just that since the Event, I haven’t been able to… you know. I don’t even know what it will feel like as a centaur.”

“Ok… What do you want me to do?” Hiroto asked unsurely.

“Just do what you’ve seen them doing with women on those porn videos I know you’ve watched,” Umako said, “I’m basically the same, just larger.”

Hiroto parted her labia with his fingers, exposing her clitoris. It was huge, probably 7 or 8 times as large as the women he’d seen in the videos.  He gently massaged it with his fingers. He tentatively licked across it. To his surprise, Umako did not smell or taste fishy, as the “locker room talk” had led him to believe she would; she tasted slightly tangy with a bit of a metallic undertone. He ran his tongue around the edges. He closed his lips on it and sucked gently.

“Yes,” Umako moaned, “That’s working. Keep it up!” She ran her tail across the back of his head in a gentle caress.

Her reaction gave Hiroto more confidence. He continued the same actions, varying the frequency and pressure. Umako’s breathing was getting quicker and shallower. Her vagina was getting very moist. She made sounds like a low, breathy whinnying, which got louder and faster as he continued.

“Use your arm!” Umako shouted.

“What?” Hiroto asked, stopping, confused.

“Make a fist and shove your arm up there.”, she commanded, sounding exasperated.

Hiroto did as she ordered, inserting his arm up to the elbow and pumping in and out. He maintained pressure against her clitoris as he stroked. With his free hand, he reached under Umako and gently massaged her rear nipples. A ripple ran through her massive glutes.

He realized this activity was turning him on. He didn’t feel in any way like he was having sex with a horse; this was Umako, the girl he loved. Seeing her arousal excited him.

Hiroto felt a gush of fluid cover his arm as Umako’s body began to shudder. She moaned in a way that sounded remarkably like a horse neighing. Her rear legs started bucking as if she was losing her balance. Hiroto jumped out of the way, worried she might kick or fall on him.

When the spasms subsided, Umako turned to face Hiroto.

“Wow,” she exclaimed, “That was intense. Being a centaur is even better than I thought.”

“Glad to be of service, my lady,” Hiroto quipped.

“Oh, but look at you,” Umako cooed, noticing his erection, “We can’t leave you like that. Do you have a condom?”

“Um, I think my parents might have some,” Hiroto replied.

“Well, don’t just stand there, silly,” Umako said, feigning consternation, “Go get one!”

Hiroto left for his parent’s bedroom to search for a condom. By the time he returned, his erection had started to subside.

Umako noticed the receding bulge in his trousers. “It looks like you need a little top-up,” she grinned. Drop your drawers.”

Hiroto removed his pants and underwear and stood before her, nervous. He was excited but knew he was at her mercy and wasn’t sure what she had planned.

Umako placed her hands under his arms and lifted him so their faces were even. She gave him a long, sensual kiss and then, to his surprise, lifted him even higher until his penis was level with her face. She did not seem to be using any effort to hold him over her head.

“Now it’s my turn to see if the Internet is a good teacher,” she laughed. She started by licking along the length of his member before taking the tip into her mouth. She lightly tickled the glans with her tongue, then took the whole shaft into her mouth, moving rhythmically back and forth, applying constant gentle pressure with her lips. Hiroto moaned and whispered, “Oh wow,” as she worked on him. She could feel his cock growing longer and stiffer.

She pulled her mouth away, teasing, “I guess I better stop before I finish you off.” Putting Hiroto back on his feet, she took the condom from him, opened the package and rolled it onto his penis.

Umako turned around and squatted on her haunches, placing her vagina level with Hiroto’s waist.

Hiroto hesitated. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said gently, smiling reassuringly, “I told you I wanted to be your first.”

Hiroto pressed up close and entered into her. Her pussy was still wet from the earlier activity. He considered himself as well endowed as the average guy, but she had taken in his entire forearm easily; his penis slipped in with barely a ripple to her labia. Even so, there was a gentle, pleasant friction as he slowly thrust in and out. 

Being only experienced with masturbation previously, he was surprised by how warm she felt, aided no doubt by a centaur’s average body temperature being a couple of degrees higher than a human’s. With his teenage vigour, it took him only a few minutes to come.

As he leaned, shuddering, against Umako’s buttocks, his penis resting inside her, she couldn’t help teasing him, “Are you going to start soon, Hiroto? I haven’t felt anything yet.”

Hiroto caught the jest and laughed along with her, returning the jab, “Well, it’s not my fault you’ve got a pussy I could drive a truck through!”

Hiroto gathered his pants and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he returned Umako had retrieved her t-shirt and was sitting on the floor in front of the television.  She had found an episode of My Hero Academia.

“Come cuddle with me,” Umako invited. Hiroto settled in against her. It was no longer a foreign creature he leaned against; this was as much Umako as every other part of her. They watched the show silently, happy to be in each other's company.