Mare's Tales - Chapter 23 – by: Beverly Taff

We arrived at the final dockside in a remote little northern port high
in the Scandinavian peninsular. A cruel winter gale had struck and the
cold driving rain glittered like diamonds as the harsh dockside lights
illuminated its descent. In the gathering puddles, the splash of each
raindrop resembled a dazzling ballerina pirouetting in her shimmering
quicksilver tutu for the fleeting instant of her brilliant glory. The
cruel beauty of the scene belied my cold wet discomfort as I picked my
way delicately between the gleaming gunmetal rail tracks towards the
little ship we had chartered
.
Our departure from England had been a narrow escape. I had been the
last to leave and I had imprisoned the inquisitive reporter to kick his
heels behind the time-locked door. My friends had left at different
times to avoid attracting undue attention and we had each travelled a
different route. Once clear of the house and the laboratories we had
arranged our rendezvous at a ferry port on the east coast of England.
This way nobody would have any advanced warning of our plans or final
destination. We met up again in the large freight yard where our little
convoy attracted no attention amongst the dozens of trucks and cars.

After crossing the North Sea we then crossed more land borders without
any interference. Many times during our journey we had reason to be
thankful for the recent new European border regulations that permitted
easier border crossings without any searches.

At last we had arrived at the remote little northern Scandinavian port
in the dead of night during a bitter gale. Our careful progress had
left no discernible trail across half a continent and we had reason to
feel proud of our achievement.

I had no reason to feel comfortable though. In the few seconds I spent
crossing the dockside, the cold driving rain had penetrated my flimsy
clothes and begun to chill my bones. I scuttled behind an abandoned
container and peered back the way I had come. The two camper vans and
the truck crouched under the huge dockside cranes as if huddling for
shelter.

The bitter driving rain searched and probed for any leaks or weakness
but Margaret and Dot sat cozily in their heated cabs whilst I had to
brave the elements. I prepared to make another dash and spied some
cargo grabs lurching drunkenly against each other. They were my next
shelter.

As I teetered awkwardly in my wholly unsuitable heels, I was caught
half way betwixt the grabs and the container when a vicious little
squall whipped up my summer frock. The flimsy material ballooned up to
expose my body to the cold and light. I was trapped beneath the glaring
lights as I tried desperately to recover my modesty whilst getting
rapidly soaked.

I pulled up the collar of my inadequate coat and huddled behind the
grabs. With my back protected from the wind I peered again towards the
vans and spotted several anxious faces watching my slow progress. I
waved reassuringly then I suddenly recognised the additional faces of
my centaur friends Veronica, Jennifer, Jacqueline and Cynthia as they
peeped out from the camper vans.

I motioned angrily to them to get hidden again; there was no knowing
who was looking at our little group. I couldn't blame them though. They
had remained hidden away in cramped compartments for over three
days as we had raced across country and they must have been itching to
stretch their legs. My gesticulations conveyed my alarm and their faces
disappeared again. Sighing with relief, I studied the last obstacle to
the ship, a narrow swaying gangway.

The squall had rushed on leaving me hopelessly saturated. My underwear
was soaking and my cold wet nipples rubbed sensitively against my bra
as I picked my way towards the gangway. The ship was tugging and
fretting as it fought with its moorings and the gangway was swaying
each time the moorings became tight. Even in the shelter of the harbour
the waves caused the ship to surge and sheer along the little quay. I
gripped the gangway and wobbled nervously up the steps silently cursing
the wholly unsuitable outfit of tight skirt and high-heeled shoes I had
chosen to meet the captain and agent.

Once on the deck I paused to study the little ship. She had been
chartered at very short notice and had apparently only docked that
afternoon. Despite the lack of time, I peeped down the trunking and was
pleased to see that the extra equipment I had ordered was already
stowed away in the lower hold. Next I studied the hatch covers and the
lashing wires already pre-set to accept our vehicles. Who ever the
agent was, they had done an excellent job.

Satisfied with the arrangements, I went to open the weather door and
collided with someone sheltering in the dark alcove. I squeaked with
surprise until I realised it was a girl and then I studied her with a
puzzled frown. It was strange to find a woman in this essentially
masculine environment and she could see that I was perplexed.

"I'm sorry to startle you, you must be Miss Beverly Hart," smiled the
girl as she held out her hand, "my name's Jane Cooper and I'm the agent
who chartered the ship for you."

"Oh!" I gasped. "I wasn't expecting a girl, you gave me quite a
surprise. Have you been there all the time?"

"Yes."

I glanced meaningfully at our little convoy on the quay then back at
the girl.

"You've obviously spotted the final consignment then."

"Indeed I have," smiled Jane. "Shall we go and meet the captain?"

We struggled with the heavy clips on the weather tight doors and then
stepped over the raised threshold into the accommodation. After a
couple of flights of steep narrow stairs, we found the captain busy
with some paperwork in his cabin. I knocked timidly and he spun around.
A broad smile spread across his face and he stood up with his hand
outstretched as I introduced myself.

"I'm Miss Beverly Hart, Captain. The party who's chartered your ship.

"Ah. Glad to haff you abooard." he smiled.

I placed my little hand in his huge paw and he shook it warmly. He was
a huge figure of a man and resembled in every way my image of a Viking.

'All he needs is a horned helmet and a sword' I thought.

His thick Scandinavian accent rumbled in his throat as he explained the options
available to me.

"I vill haff my crew lower der beeg loading ramp und your drifers can
bring der trucks abooord straight avayee."

As he spoke he picked up his telephone and passed instructions to the
mate. He then redialled and instructed the engineer to have the engines
ready for departure. With these instructions completed, he turned to me
again.

"Haff you all der papers ready?"

I opened my briefcase and presented him with the requisite documents
and carnets. He scanned each one with a quick professional eye and then
tapped them as he spoke.

"Gud, dey appeear to be in order. Ve can sail ass soon as der v'aggons
drive abooard. Do not vorry about der veather. The v'ind is strong but
the first part of der voyage is through de islands. Ve vill be well
sheltered and my ship is sound."

Even as he spoke, I felt some vibrations and a dull rumble as the
loading ramp slowly descended to the quay. The ships cargo deck lights
came on and in a few minutes the whole ship had become a hive of
activity. The captain advised me to get my 'vaggons' ready and I left
with Jane. I was impressed with the efficiency of the whole operation
and mentioned it to Jane.

"Yes," replied Jane, "I've used Captain Pedersen and his ship before.
He's an excellent seaman and this is an excellent little ship. It's
just right for the islands with a cargo hold and a vehicle ramp. You'll
have noticed that he's a very taciturn man."

I was forced to agree. The 'strong silent type' sprung easily to my
mind. Jane continued.

"Not much gets by him though; -nor out of him for that matter-, if he's
a mind to," she added as an
afterthought.

"He won't do anything illegal though. I think you'd better go and join
your team or you'll be holding us up."

Reluctantly, I pulled my flimsy coat around me and returned to the
elements. The raw wind still sent sharp needles of cold sleet cutting
into my face and exposed nylon clad legs as I splashed through the
puddles. By the time I had reached my friends my flimsy summer frock
was clinging like a second skin and exposing everything I had beneath.
I glanced back self-consciously at the ship to see several pairs of
greedy eyes studying me. A shiver sliced through me, whether from cold
or fear I knew not but it prompted me to hurry around the blind side of
my camper van and tap my little coded signal. The door unlocked and I
gratefully clambered in, happy to escape the bitter Arctic wind. The
engine was still 'ticking over' and I was desperately glad of the heat.
Jenny and Cye studied my sodden condition and then passed me a warm
towel to dry my hair.

"How's everything going?" they asked as I handed them my soaking coat
and clothes.

"Well the organisation is going fine but this bloody weather, we could
do without. Can you pass me some dry knickers and a bra?"

They had already anticipated this and passed me a neatly folded change
of warm dry clothes. I caught them studying my wet naked body and
smiled.

"No time for any of that now. We've go to get aboard. Oh! And by the
way, the ship doesn't know about centaurs O.K."

They shrugged philosophically as I teetered awkwardly in the cramped
space with my knickers around my ankles. Cye gently reached under my
arms and supported me as I rushed to dress.

"More haste, less speed," giggled Jenny.

With these words there was a loud growl as Dot revved up the truck.
There followed some shouting as the mate strived to make his
instructions heard above the rising wind. The truck's headlamps swept
across us as it swung wide to line up the ramp. For a brief instant the
interior of my camper van was illuminated and my naked breasts were
exposed for all to see. I cursed as Jenny and Cye ducked down just in
time to avoid being seen. Sadly, my assets were arrayed for all to view
as I frantically readjusted the curtains. Jane was leaning over the
bulwark looking directly at my camper van. Her eyes widened
appreciatively as she caught me with my arms spread wide and my breasts
wobbling in the window as I tried to close the curtain. I was not too
concerned about my tits. It was Jenny and Cye I was worried about.

After a few more hectic moments I was dressed and driving the camper
van up the ramp to follow Margaret and Dot onto the little ship.
Finally our vehicles were securely lashed down ready for the voyage.
The centaurs kept silent as they heard the crew scrabbling around under
the vehicles. It would be fatal if they were discovered at the last
hurdle.

With the vehicles safely secured, Margaret, Dot and I were escorted to
our cabins and the little ship sailed immediately. As the engines
started to throb we girls prepared for bed. Margaret and Dot shared one
cabin whilst I had been allotted to share with Jane. We tossed coins
for bunks. I lost and took the upper one.

As the little ship swung and entered the channel she started to roll
slightly and I glanced anxiously out of the window to study the
vehicles. I kneeled on the little settee with my head in the porthole
frame studying the spray lashing the foredeck. Silently I prayed that
the seas would not wash the vehicles off the deck. Jane tapped me
softly on the shoulder.

"Don't open the curtains Beverly, it throws light out onto the foredeck
and affects the watchman's night vision."

I closed the curtains and blocked out any chinks of light. The ship
gave a gentle lurch and I spun around unexpectedly. I caught Jane
studying my derriere where I had been kneeling and leaning forward.
In my tight stretch ski pants the outline of my bum was quite
provocative and I secretly realised she had been lusting after it
whilst I bent innocently looking out of the window. Her head had turned
away too quickly as I had lurched off the settee. Women are alert to
these things and I wondered what her sexual predilections were. I
pretended not to have noticed.

"I hope it gets no rougher than that," I squawked as I recovered my
balance.

"It's only an alteration of course. Once we settle down on the next leg
things will settle down."

"You know a lot about ships then?" I asked.

"Well I came here with the ship. It was quicker than going all the way
round by road like you have done."

"Yes," I agreed. "If we had known about the route across the fjord we
might have come on that little ferry we saw enter the harbour. Still;
you live and learn"

We settled on her bunk to chat. I sat 'cross-legged' in my ski pants
while she sat demurely in her business suite with her legs draped over
the edge of the bunk board.

"It's unusual to find a girl doing shipping agency work so far out here
in the sticks," I commented.

"Well actually, I don't live this far out. It's my father's business
and I'm still learning the ropes before he retires. He operates out of
London now whilst I have just started running the Rotterdam office.
As I said, I came with the ship. I know Captain Pedersen well and his
ship was handy in these waters at the time. It was just a happy
coincidence and we've been able to save money. Had he been further
away, say down in the Mediterranean; I would have had to charter
another ship.

We loaded all the other stuff in Hamburg and Copenhagen as soon as your
lawyer, Miss Veronica Tyler contacted us. We just arranged for your
lorries to meet the ship here as it was the nearest convenient place
where you could be handled at such short notice. Once all the pieces
were collected, it was simply a matter of jig-sawing them together."

"Well you've done very well at such short notice Jane. I'm impressed.
How did Veronica get hold of your name?"

"Well apparently we both went to the same school and she contacted me
down the old girl's grapevine. Our old headmistress told Veronica about
me. Apparently Veronica was higher up the school and didn't remember me
but the school uses its old girl's network a lot to keep contacts and
business going."

A fricassee of excitement shuddered through my frame and I secretly
hugged myself with anticipation as I spoke again.

"Oh yes. I remember now. Veronica once mentioned it, what was the name
again; a Miss Lanners or Miss Langer or something?"

"Miss Lanes Academy," corrected Jane.

"That's right. Down in the country wasn't it?"

"Yes. A beautiful setting."

"So. The old school tie and all that," I chided provocatively.

"Why not?" Jane responded defensively. "All the great public schools do
it so why shouldn't the lesser known ones do it as well?"

I was enjoying myself hugely and wondering if Jane was a girl or boy-
girl. I decided to enjoy my little game a little longer and see what
fun I could wring from the situation. I wondered if it would be
possible to 'accidentally' walk in on Jane in the bathroom and see what
turned up. I would have to lay my plans carefully.

"Yes I suppose so. All those types of schools do it don't they?"

"Why, do you disapprove?" she demanded, still on the defensive.

"Nooo," I shrugged dismissively. "It makes no difference to me. If
Veronica can arrange a good deal for me through her old school tie then
I'm quite happy. I'm only interested in saving and making money."

"Which school did you go to?" inquired Jane.

"Oh just some common or garden place. I don't know what you would think
of it."

I tried to create the impression that I was just an ordinary kid from
an ordinary school. Someone who had fought her own battles, carried the
scars and made money in the fights. The last part was at least true.

"Ah well, it's been a long day," I yawned. "Give me a hand up to bed
please."

I balanced on the edge of her bunk and tried to stretch my legs to
reach the upper bunk. In the tight ski pants my derriere and mons
bulged provocatively and Jane could not resist 'helping' me into my
bunk. Her hands were very discreet but I could tell she was 'testing'
the soft rounded texture of my bum. If I had been a 'woman' in the
presence of a 'man' it would have been deemed improper the way she
helped me up. I could tell that she was intrigued by my lack of
protest.

Her thoughtful silence as she undressed told me a lot. I undressed on
my bunk and slipped my clothes into my wardrobe by simply stretching
down off the end of my bunk and hooking them onto the hangers. It was
only a jersey, shirt and ski pants and they were oldish clothes. Jane
was much more careful folding and layering her business suite as she
neatly hung it up in her wardrobe. She casually turned away from me as
she undressed and my suspicions were strengthened.

"Ah well. It's been a long day," I yawned as I fluffed up my pillow.
"If your 'Miss Lanes Academy' produces all its old pupils like you and
Veronica then it must be an excellent place."

Jane smiled self-consciously at me in the mirror as she cleaned the
makeup off her face. I wasn't wearing makeup and I really was feeling
worn out so I settled down and pretended to go to sleep. As my eyes
closed Jane's hand solicitously patted my arm.

"Sleep tight," she whispered as she turned off the cabin lights.

The engines beat steadily and the cabin creaked gently as the little
ship pitched and rolled easily to the sea. I could hear the wind and
spray lashing the windows but there was no dull thud or roar of heavy
seas coming inboard. My friends in the campers were safe.

Amidst the noises of the wind and spray I nearly missed the gentle
creak of Jane getting up out of her bunk. The little bathroom door
opened quietly with the faintest sigh and I slyly watched Jane sneak
through. The door clicked softly and I saw the dim gleam of light
through the crack. After a few minutes the light went out and the
shower started whispering. It was almost inaudible with all the
attendant noises of the ship and the storm. I decided that this was my
chance.

If Jane was a girl then my entry into the bathroom was a simple
accident and nothing would come of it but if she were a boy-girl; then
there would be some fun. I had to ask myself why she was showering in
the dark with the shower almost inaudible.

I slipped down from my bunk and sneaked across the cabin. Taking a firm
grip of the bathroom door I casually opened the door and 'innocently'
switched on the light.

As the door flung open the sudden draught blew the shower curtain aside
and Jane was exposed for all to see. I immediately spotted Jane's penis
before she had time to cover it. I feigned an apology then shock as I
spotted what I already half expected.

"Oh! I'm sorry Jane. I didn't real- Oh my God! What's that?" I yelped.
"Bloody hell! You're a boy!"

I pretended to be startled and scuttled out of the bathroom. I climbed
up onto my bunk and hitched my bedclothes up around me as I crouched up
in the corner of the bunk creating the best image of a frightened and
panicked girl. I smiled as I heard the Jane's frantic attempt to dry
herself and prepare to enter the cabin. Next there was an urgent tap on
the bathroom door and Jane's anxious voice pleaded to come in.

"Beverly! Beverly, I can explain honestly. Can I come in?"

"You're a boy. You're a boy. Don't come near me," I squeaked as I
maintained my pretence.

"Well can I at least come into the cabin?" pleaded Jane. "I can't stay
here all night!"

"I- all right then but keep away from me."

The door opened and Jane stood silhouetted in the bathroom light. She
had wrapped a towel around her hips like a man would but her breasts
were totally exposed. I secretly admired the soft ripe mounds and had a
sudden urge to touch them but I maintained my pretence of the surprised
girl crouching in the corner.

As I studied her rounded form I gradually became the 'curious little
girl' and studied her breasts more boldly as she switched on the light.
The fact that she had wrapped the towel around herself like a man was
obviously some sort of message. If she had been a girl she would have
wrapped it around her breasts and hips.

"W- what are you?" I whimpered, "a boy or a girl."

"I- I've never been sure my self," Jane whispered nervously.

I continued staring at her breasts and then down at the towel. I had to
display a typical girl's reactions to Jane's strange feminised body;
threatened but curious. I continued being 'shy' as I let my gaze lock
on her breasts with occasional nervous glances into her eyes.

"Did I really see a- a- you know?"

Jane nodded dumbly and lowered her head.

"D- does it really- you know- work?"

She raised her eyes and then lowered them again as she nodded.

"You're perfectly safe Beverly. I would never use it on any girl who
didn't want to- to- you know. I would never force myself on anybody so
don't be frightened."

I smiled inwardly but my feelings got the better of me.

"Y- you won't attack me or anything?" I asked feigning nervousness.

"Of course not," she smiled softly trying to calm my fears.

"I- I've got to go to the loo. Will you let me get past?" I pleaded
still feigning shock and fear.

"Yes of course Bev. I promise you you've nothing to fear."

I clambered down from my bunk and cautiously sidled towards the
bathroom. She patiently waited for me to finish but I decided to take a
shower. After I emerged again she was still sitting on the settee with
her towel around her waist, her beautiful breasts still swelling free
with the firm ripeness of youth. I had wrapped the bath towel around my
breasts and returned as a lady. I sat on the chair opposite the mirror
and looked at her through it as I dried my hair. I then took the blower
and asked her to dry my hair.

"C- can I trust you to do my hair?"

She was anxious to prove her good intentions and jumped at the chance
to prove I could trust her. I relaxed and enjoyed the gentle attentions
of her fingers through my hair as the blower wafted its warm caress
through my tresses. As she gently combed out the knots, her soft ripe
breasts occasionally caressed my shoulders. I let her see my curiosity
and deliberately stared in the mirror at her breasts as they wobbled
enticingly around my head. Noticing my interest she moved around to dry
my fringe and she paused for a moment with her treasures poised in
front of me. Gently I touched one like a nervous young girl. She
twitched and gasped softly.

"Are they real or silicone?" I asked.

"They are all my own, look; no scars."

She lifted up the beautiful fruit to reveal a clear white milky
smoothness. She was quite right. No surgeon had ever been near them. I
glanced up again into her eyes.

"A- and that p- p- penis. Th- that's real as well."

"Yes," she sighed patiently. "But as I've said, I'll never hurt you
with it."

My hair was dry now and fell in long silky folds over my shoulders. I
stood up and realised that without her heels, Jane was a very petite
girl. Even smaller than my five feet three inches. She would pose no
physical threat whatsoever. She tensed anxiously as I loomed over her
then froze as I went to lift the towel.

"No you mustn't. Please don't," she begged. "I don't mean you any harm,
honestly. We can change cabins in the morning. I won't do anything to
you I promise. Please don't tell anybody. Nobody knows," she pleaded.

I started to giggle, as Jane stood paralysed with fear. My shoulders
started to heave and then I let go with a suppressed chortle of mirth.
Jane wasn't sure what to make of it. She smiled wanly and relaxed a
little as I recovered myself and collapsed into the armchair. I wiped
the tears from my eyes and recovered enough to speak then I looked at
Jane and held out my hands. She paused nervously so I beckoned her
towards me and she approached cautiously.

"Oh dear! Oh dear," I gasped as I fought to recover my composure. "Oh
dear me Jane, you looked a picture then. I've never seen anybody look
so crestfallen and frightened in all my life."

I then fell into more paroxysms of silent mirth as I desperately tried
to catch my breath again. I finally ended up giggling as I spoke.

"Oh dear Jane, I've never had such fun since I don't know how long.
Come here darling, you've got a lot to learn."

Jane edged forward until I could reach out and touch her. I stood up
and gently kissed her cheek then lifted her hand to my lips. After
kissing her hand I hugged her close then whispered in her ear.

"Darling, you'll never have to force yourself upon me because I'd like
to take you voluntarily. How would you like to go with me now?"

Jane nervously twisted around and searched my face for any trace of
deceit. She couldn't find it and I felt her relax a little as she
replied.

"You mean- tonight?"

"Of course I mean here- and now," I added.

I gently peeled Jane's towel off her hips to reveal the pretty little
penis that had caused us both so much concern. She stood; unsure of
herself and uncertain as to whether to cover it modestly or cross her
legs demurely. Before she had a chance to do either I spoke.

"It's not very big is it?"

"Well it's the way the hormones worked when I was growing up. It caused
my penis to be very small. I- I can't do anything about it now," she
sobbed.

"What on earth d' you mean hormones?" I demanded, as if I didn't know.

"Oh it's a long story," wept Jane, "and it never gets any easier with
the telling."

"Never mind, my darling," I crooned, "size doesn't really matter. Come
on." I added encouragingly as I crawled into Jane's bed and smiled
invitingly over my shoulder.

She took the hint and softly slid into the bed behind me. I struggled
with my nighty and she helped me ease it over my head then dropped it
onto the floor. Carefully I unsnapped the poppers of my body shaper and
worked it up over my bum. Gently Jane peeled it up my back and over my
shoulders with particular attention to my breasts as she eased them
free of the cups. I giggled and squirmed as she tweaked my nipples and
they erected almost immediately. Then completely naked, we snuggled up
like two spoons in a draw.

I snuggled my bum against Jane's tummy as I felt her stiffening nipples
gently prodding my back. With a couple more provocative twitches of my
bum I felt her stiffening little cock gently insinuating its head
questioningly towards my bum. I eased it past my bum hole and slowly
started to rub it back and forth against my supersensitive vulva lips.
My pussy inevitable responded to her evident skills and I smiled to
myself as I felt that old familiar dampness around my labia.

Jane's hand tenderly fingered around my hips searching for my clitty
but I gently pushed it away and whispered that 'I would play with my
own 'clitty' when I was good and ready.'

Her training at Miss Lanes Academy had prepared her perfectly and
she immediately obeyed my request. Instead, her tantalising fingers
wandered slowly upwards and knowingly repeated their test of my
nipples. Their stiff erect condition confirmed that I was ready for
the cock and she gently inveigled her organ into my hungry sex. Now
that the cock was firmly lodged inside me I began to think of her as a
young boy and me as a young girl even though I was older than him.

Slowly, her short tender strokes and soft caressing of my nipples
brought me to a superb orgasm then I felt her juices spurting, as her
urgent needs were satiated. There was no doubt that Miss Lanes Academy
had turned out an excellent lady-lover and I sighed with complete
satisfaction at her generous and careful attentions.

The effects of the long day finally overwhelmed us and we fell into a
deep sleep with her tumescent little cock drawn inside my greedy cleft.
The gentle rocking motion and the deep regular throb of the engines
acted like a lullaby, as we lay locked together until morning.

When we woke, Jane was still unaware that I had a cock and I decided
not to tell her until after I had showered. With a soft skilful twitch
I gently evicted her limp little cock from my cunny and slithered over
her sleepy prone body as I stealthily crept to the bathroom. She
mumbled sleepily but remained half asleep and I slipped into the
shower.

I had completed my toilet and shower but she still lay on her back with
her eyes closed as I re-entered the cabin. My nighty covered my secret
so I gently knelt down over her as her lips smiled sleepily. Her
tempting breasts rose and fell steadily under the thin linen sheets
and I could see her nipples were stiff and erect. This usually meant
that a boy-girl's cock was erect so I carefully lifted the sheet and
peeped down her body. She had a 'lazy-lob' so I decided to liven things
up a bit. I gently took one nipple in my lips and slowly rolled it
between my soft lips.

Jane still didn't open her eyes as a soft smile wreathed around her
lips. I gently reached down and softly fingered her cock so that the
combined stimulation at that time of the morning soon had her as I
needed her, hard and erect.

I slid under the sheet and proceeded to 'mount' her. She gave a little
squeak and opened her eyes to study my ripe breasts as they wobbled in
her face. Her smile said it all and she lay back to enjoy being
'shagged by a girl'.

At first I sat upright but as our actions became more urgent, I lay
along her and our tits, started to press and mash against each other.
Her nipples started to excite my nipples. Inevitably this started to
harden my cock and it started to press into her softly rounded tummy.
I saw the puzzled expression cross her brow as she tried to squint down
between our breasts and tummies. Suddenly her loins tensed and her body
froze as she saw my cock for the first time. She reached up for my
shoulders and bucked feebly as the shock of realisation crashed into
her brain.

"Wh- what th-, Oooh! That's not mi-. Mi- mine's inside, I can feel it
inside! Oh Christ Beverly. Th- that's yours. My god! You've got a cock
as well."

She tried bucking but that simply lodged her little cock deeper into my
pussy. She hooted as I gently squeezed her member in my hermaphrodite
sex. She stared pleadingly into my eyes as she experimented with the
sensations around her cock.

"It- it's not up you bum is it? It doesn't feel like a bum. Please God,
don't let it be up your bum!" Her eyes screwed tightly closed and her
lips whispered a little prayer as soft tears started to gather on her
long soft lashes.

I sat bolt upright so that she could see my erect cock. She stared
mesmerized, as I slowly lifted myself up on my knees until she could
see her own cock lodged up my pussy. A look of puzzlement crossed her
face as she noted the folds of my wet labia embracing her organ.
Nervously she reached down and fingered along my cunny lips to check
that her cock really was up a cunny. Eventually she reached my
virginal bum hole and prodded with her nail. I let out a loud squeak
and she jerked with fright.

"Ouch! That's my bum."

Her fingers retreated and resumed exploring my cunny lips. I squirmed
with pleasure and a deep frown of puzzlement came to her brow as her
fingers pressed and probed. She thrust experimentally with her cock
again and I gave off a little gasp as my juices started flowing
freely. Jane felt them dribbling onto her pubic hair and she hoisted me
a little bit higher until her cock was nearly all the way out. My cunny
was not to be denied and my pussy lips dragged demandingly on the last
inch of her organ as though determined to keep it where it belonged.
The gap was enough for Jane to twist her head around and ensure
definitely that her rigid cock was not lodged in my bum hole. As the
realisation dawned on her she let out a gasp of surprise and stared at
me in shock.

"My God," she squealed. "Y-you've got a cock and a cunt!"

I smiled coyly and nodded as I spoke.

"That's right clever girl. Don't you remember all those stories about a
hermaphrodite being at Miss Lanes the same time as Veronica."

A slow light began to dawn in Jane's eyes as she realised how she had
been tricked. It developed into a huge grin as she grasped how she had
been strung along and she gave off a shrill squeak of laughter before
starting to buck and squirm underneath me.

"Why you cunning little bugger!" she squealed, "If I had but realised.
I- well I'll be buggered. Well you're a rum one and no mistake Beverly
Hart."

She paused as she remembered my name.

"That's right! Beverly Hart. Now I remember. So they weren't rumours
then. It was all true."

"As true as I'm sitting here," I giggled, "And Boy am I sitting here."
I emphasised as I squirmed and gripped her rigid organ in my cunny.
Jane suddenly reached up and tweaked my nipples.

"Ow!" I squawked.

I reached for hers to return the insult but she hurriedly covered them
with her hands and smirked.

"That's for leading me such a dance you minx. I've been worrying half
the night about you discovering my prick and all the time you- why it
was an evil trick to play."

I smiled as I gently massaged my sore nipples

"It was good fun though," I giggled, "Dam! These nipples are sore now.
You hurt me then."

Jane's expression softened and she reached up towards me with her arms.

"Here, let me kiss them better."

I got myself fully comfortable on her splendidly hard cock and gently
leaned forward. My own hard cock pressed into our soft tummies and my
breasts swung invitingly over her face. She gently grasped one nipple
with her petal soft lips and then carefully pushed the other one into
her mouth. With both my tingling teats between her soft lips she gently
licked them with her soft wet tongue. Within minutes the pain was
subsiding.

Soon the combined sensations of her tongue and prick had my whole body
twanging like a harp. I started to squirm and pant in the throws of
ecstasy as Jane's hot urgent juices began to spray and splash inside
me. Her moans of delight were muffled by my nipples, which had swollen
like ripe strawberries in her warm soft mouth.

Our activities had attracted the attention of Dot and Margaret. There
was only a thin steel bulkhead separating our cabins and they had heard
our thumps and moans of our delight once they had woken up. They tapped
discreetly on the dividing bulkhead and Jane froze with fear before I
told her to relax.

"It's only Dot and Margaret. They're probably up to the same things
themselves. Do you remember the old tapping code from school?"

Jane smiled and giggled as she nodded.

"Yes, along the heating pipes."

"What was the 'all-clear' signal? I can't remember," I frowned, "Wasn't
it three taps?"

Jane nodded affirmatively and smiled again before speaking.

"Yes and four taps was -Do you want to come to our dorm? -" she
confirmed.

"Well go on then. Try it," I chuckled.

Jane tapped out three distinct knocks followed by four more. The old
affirmative signal came back; two quick taps. We felt like two naughty
schoolgirls as I tapped out 'shave and a hair cut'. Two hard taps came
back to complete the rhythm. I stretched from the bunk and unlocked the
latch of the cabin door to await Dot and Margaret. I felt Jane twitch
inside me as though preparing to come out.

"No. You can stay inside me. They'll understand."

"Won't they be offended?" Jane whispered.

"Not if I know those two. They'll want to join in."

There was a discreet double knock before they slipped quietly in and
locked the door behind them as they turned to study us.

"Well! Well!" giggled Dot, "What have we got here then?"

"Another ex pupil of Miss Lanes Academy. Look Margaret."

Jane had suddenly recognised Margaret and I felt her freeze with fear
underneath me. They had not met the previous evening because Margaret
had stayed with the centaurs on the pretext of checking some equipment.
Jane's little organ wilted inside me as the shock made her sag. She
tried to wriggle from under me but her feeble efforts were useless
under the firm grip of my thighs. Her efforts were pathetic and she
couldn't get free.

"D- Dr- Doctor James! Is it really you?" she bleated.

"Why yes of course it's me. And you're Miss Jane Cooper if I remember
rightly, aren't you?"

"Yes," gulped Jane.

"So how come your here on this ship?" asked Margaret.

"I- I'm the agent who booked it for Veronica."

"Aah! I see. So the Kraken's tentacles of Miss Lanes Academy reach out
even unto the northern seas do they?"

"W- well not quite Doctor James. Uhhm, Veronica contacted me via the
old school tie network."

"More like the old school knicker network," I chided, "still. It seems
to be working quite well."

Margaret smiled and chuckled.

"Well, there's still something to be said for it then. Now if I
remember rightly Jane, you left us as 'boy-girl' didn't you?"

"Yes Dr James," replied Jane nervously.

Margaret and Dot smiled at each other as Dot spoke.

"So who has been doing what and to whom?" she laughed as she quoted the
limerick about a lesbian taking a queer to her room in Khartoum.

"Oh yes Dot," I giggled, "How does it go again?"

Dot smirked and recited the limerick.

"There was a young queer from Khartoum,
Who took a lesbian to his room.
They argued all night over who had the right,
To do what, and with which and to whom."

"I'll bet something like that has been going on here," smirked
Margaret.

Jane and I chuckled as we smiled and wrapped the blankets around us.
Thus swathed with her little organ still lodged inside me we shuffled
into the bathroom and showered together. Margaret and Dot returned to
their own cabin and we met again later at breakfast. At the table I
noticed that the ship was beginning to move about more.

Captain Pedersen explained that the ship was now leaving the shelter of
the islands and that we would be exposed to the open waves of the sea
for about six hours. Even as he spoke Dots face became pale and she
excused herself from the table.

After a splendid breakfast we made our various excuses and left to
check our ' valuable equipment' in the camper vans. Here we found
Jacky, Cye, Jenny and Vee in excellent spirits considering their
cramped conditions. Poor Vee, like Dot, was a little seasick but it was
nothing too serious. They were warm because the vans were plugged into
the ships supply and they had been able to cross between vans in the
stormy secrecy of the dark during the night.

This was the reason for their high spirits. The girls had spent a
delightful evening sharing Jenny's generous favours and Jenny looked
little the worse for wear. The power and stamina of her centaur cock
enabled her to perform all night if necessary. Furthermore, there had
been so much noise from the other laboratory animals in the large
truck that any noise by the centaurs had been completely masked.

In the tight confines of the camper vans we helped all four centaurs
dress in clean unitards and underwear before we returned to the deck.
We studied the unfolding scene as the ship steadily ploughed on into
the open sea. The gale had been short lived and blown itself out but a
steady breeze and long easy swell caused the ship to pitch and roll
easily. As the bow pushed into each rolling swell a vicious little
cats-paw was snatched by the breeze and whipped spitefully across the
deck to catch the unwary. We all scampered for cover amidst squeals of
surprise and a loud laugh of amusement from the wheelhouse.

The cold spray had soaked our flimsy blouses and we each noticed our
nipples hardening through the cold wet material. We gathered behind the
mast house trying to get warm and hide our embarrassing condition from
the worldly gaze of the seamen.

It was no easy task to get past the knowing looks of the seamen on deck
as we self-consciously returned to our cabins and dry clothes.

Eventually, the ship reached the lee of the island that was our
destination. We rounded a headland and skirted along the coast until we
came upon a little harbour tucked secretively between the two highest
hills on the southern part of the island. The island had been deserted
for several years after the original wealthy owners had abandoned it.
None of us knew what to expect.

Captain Pedersen nosed his way carefully between the headlands and felt
his way towards a small stone quay as the mate carefully sounded around
the bow. Nobody knew what to expect but it was a sensible man who
checked that no obstructions had fallen into the water beside the quay.
Slowly the little ship inched inwards until one of the younger
crewmembers leaped nimbly ashore and secured the mooring ropes.

The old captain had wisely coincided his arrival with a suitable tide
so that the loading ramp was ideally pitched for trucks, camper-vans
and forklifts to drive straight off. The ship's derricks also lifted
two additional Landrovers out of the main hold along with all the
packing cases and animal cages. The whole operation was completed
within the hour and the documentation finished soon after. We paid our
respects to Captain Pedersen as I studied the mountain of material
filling the quay. I had never realised just how much cargo even a small
ship could carry. Captain Pedersen raised a glass.

"Vell ladies. De tide iss falling now and ve must get avay beffore I
lose my depth. I vish you der best off luck."

I placed my hand in his huge paw and bade him farewell before making my
way ashore down the cargo ramp. I was surprised to find Jane following
me down the ramp and I turned to her as I walked along the quay.

"I won't need any help with the mooring ropes. There's only four and I
can easily manage them. You get back aboard before she sails."

Jane looked pleadingly into my eyes as she spoke.

"Can I stay with you on the island for a while? I can help you set
things up."

I thought about my friends, Jenny, Cye, Vee and Jacky with their
centaur bodies then tried to determine what extra risks there where
from another person finding out. I was about to refuse but her
pleading eyes and wistful expression made me change my mind.

"O.K., then, but do you promise not to reveal or talk about anything
you see or hear on the island?" I demanded.

Jane looked puzzled for a moment and wrinkled her forehead.

"Yes. O.K. then. But what's going on?"

The stern ropes were slackening down and I lifted them free as I spoke
again. My voice was drowned by the whoosh of the ships engine and the
surge of angry water under the stern as it the ship moved off. I saved
my breath as we trotted to the bow to handle the bow ropes. After
letting these go I stood recovering my breath as we watched the little
ship manoeuvre skilfully away. Finally he captain gave one last toot on
his whistle and the ship slowly passed behind the headland. I had a
long time to gather my thoughts before turning again to Jane.

"We are conducting biological research into limb replacement and
surgery. For this we need complete secrecy from our competitors. This
mountain of stuff behind us on the quay is all scientific equipment and
it needs storing away in that shed as soon as possible before the
weather breaks. Can you drive a fork-lift truck?" I asked jokingly.

"Actually, I can. It's just the sort of thing a stevedoring agent would
learn in her job."

I stared at her in surprise then smiled happily.

"Oh excellent. You can start on this lot then." I motioned to the
mountain of equipment with my thumb just as the sound of a returning
engine interrupted us. Dot and Margaret had returned from the farm in
the middle of the island. They looked suspiciously at Jane as they
climbed down but their questioning glances were directed at me.

"I thought Jane was returning with the ship?" queried Margaret.

"She asked if she could stay to help set it all up and- well we could
do with an extra pair of hands," I finished lamely.

"Or another pair of balls," Murmured Dot.

Only I heard Dot's remark and I did not respond to her accusation.
Subconsciously I knew it held more than a grain of truth but I found it
hard to admit to myself. Jane fidgeted nervously. She realised that her
presence was causing some friction but she couldn't work out why. She
decided to break the ice by offering to drive the forklift truck and
Dot acceded to this. Dot had to drive the heavy truck full of
laboratory animals over a rough road from the quay to the warm
farmhouse.

Jane's offer would save a lot of time and work if she moved the
equipment into the shed on the quay. It would also make it safe from
the threatening rain. Dot was the only other one amongst us who could
drive the forklift so she realised that Jane's additional skills would
be more than welcome. It also gave Dot a chance to warn the centaurs
about the new addition to our group when she returned to the farm.

With these arrangements sorted, Dot climbed into the truck and drove to
the farm whilst Margaret, Jane and I set about moving the packing cases
into the shed and sorting out the equipment. Jane's skill with the
forklift meant we were ready to load the remaining essentials onto the
truck when Dot returned empty. This done we formed a small convoy as we
drove to the farm with truck, fork-lift, camper van and one of the two
Landrovers we had brought over with us on the boat. Margaret and Dot
went on ahead as I escorted Jane's forklift in the Landrover.

By the time we two arrived at the farmhouse there was a huge fire
roaring and the waterwheel was generating power. Jacky and Cye were
busy modifying the back door to a simple swinging split stable door to
facilitate easy access for Jenny and Vee who still lacked any arms. As
I topped the last brow approaching the farm I spotted my four centaur
friends discreetly slip inside the farmhouse to await Jane's arrival.
We stopped in the farmyard beside the truck and Jane climbed down to
meet Dot and Margaret's reception.

"Made it!" Jane grimaced as she rubbed her bum. "That road is terribly
bumpy without springs on the fork-lift."

Her gaze spanned the three of us and she realised that something
important was afoot.

"Uh oh!" she gulped. "Now what?"

There was a longish pregnant silence. Dot and Margaret had elected me
to be spokesman by simply saying nothing and waiting. I wasn't sure how
to start, so I simply demanded that Jane re-iterate her earlier vow of
secrecy.

"Before we go any further Jane. Will you absolutely swear to keep
anything you see or hear on the island absolutely secret?"

"Yes," she agreed impatiently. "I already said that back on the
dockside."

"I know that Jane but I wanted to make sure that Margaret and Dot heard
it as well as Veronica, Jennifer, Cynthia and Jacqueline."

Jane frowned again with puzzlement

"Who?" she queried.

I called my friends from the kitchen where they had been patiently
waiting. The split doors flew open and Veronica trotted into view.

Jane was thunderstruck. Her Jaw sagged and her eyes popped as a
strangled gurgle escaped her. Her jaw started to work for several
seconds before her voice returned.

"Oh my God!" she blurted, "a- a- centaur."

"Yes indeed," laughed Veronica as she pranced up to Jane, "but you may
call me Veronica, or Vee for short."

Jane stood transfixed with her back against the forklift as the
remainder of my friends burst through the door and stood around her.

"Oh poor dear," crooned Jenny, "she's nearly feinted."

Jacky and Cye gently lifted Jane onto Jenny's back and they carefully
carried her into the kitchen. Poor Jane's skirt had ridden up over her
thighs as she sat astride Jenny's back and Jacky and Cye carefully
massaged her thighs before placing her in a kitchen chair by the fire.
The rest of us followed at a discreet distance to find Cye and Jacky
gently loosening the bodice of Jane's blouse. The kettle was already
boiling so we made some tea and waited for Jane to recover from her
shock.

None of the centaurs knew about Jane's penis and I decided to let them
enjoy the surprise that night. It would also be a wonderful surprise
for Jane when she discovered that each of the centaurs had a girl's
pussy between their front legs in addition to their pony pussies.

Jane had yet to realise my real reasons for letting her join us. (Only
Dot had worked that one out.) It was to help me meet the demands of six
very active pussies.

The 'cup that cheers' soon helped Jane to recover and she sat up to
study the centaurs more closely. Each of them was wearing a Lycra
unitard with stretch lace bodies underneath so their general forms were
quite apparent to Jane. She noticed the additional bulge under Jenny's
flanks and raised a questioning eyebrow. Jenny smiled and nodded her
head. This fascinated Jane and she carefully reached under Jenny's
flanks to touch the Lycra encased penis. Jenny let out a little snort
followed by a sigh as she sidled nervously away. She turned to speak to
Jane.

"You be careful Jane. Don't start what you can't finish."

"Are you a stallion then and the other three mares?" asked Jane.

I caught Jenny's eye and raised a warning finger before pointing to my
pussy. Jenny caught my drift and gave a noncommittal reply.

"Well sort of Jane."

"Hmmm, this gets more interesting by the minute."

I decided to interrupt proceedings before too much was given away too
early.

"Is the big bed ready yet?" I demanded.

"Yes!" chorused the centaurs.

"What a stupid question Bev," chided Cye. "That was the first thing we
did."

The centaurs had been extremely busy whilst we had been down on the
quay. The largest bedroom had already been prepared and the centaurs
led the way. The farmhouse had been a huge rambling affair in its
heyday. It was all built on one level and added to by various owners
and generations. It suited our purposes exactly. Jane gasped when she
spied the big bed in all its glory and she grasped the significance of
it immediately.

"Do the centaurs sleep on it?"

"We all sleep on it my dear," grinned Dot, "except when any of us is
tired or wants a rest." She added significantly.

I distinctly saw Jane's thighs squeeze together with anticipation and
noticed that Margaret had spotted it too. She caught my eye and nodded
surreptitiously towards the door. We sauntered over and Margaret
whispered in my ear.

"Do the centaurs know she's a boy-girl?"

"No," I mouthed.

"Fun and games tonight then," she smiled.

I glanced around and already Jane was sitting on the bed. It was too
early to start anything yet so I clapped my hands like a teacher
bringing the class to order.

"I'm starving. How about something to eat before any fun starts."

Reluctantly everybody agreed to this and we returned to the kitchen to
prepare a meal. The atmosphere was electric in the kitchen as everybody
pitched in. We couldn't resist touching and fondling each other as we
busied ourselves with the various tasks. Everybody was anticipating the
various delights of the evening to come and we were all in excellent
high spirits.

Many hands make light work and with six pairs of hands between eight,
the meal was not long coming. Jane was fascinated with the way we all
pitched in and pulled together, especially the centaurs. She had now
realised that the centaurs were essentially 'human' and accepted them
for that. She even occasionally groped their rumps as they passed her
in the kitchen. She still hadn't realised that my friends had front
pussies as well and my friends were well aware of the surprise awaiting
her on the big bed.

The undercurrents of anticipation and excitement were supercharged with
tension during the meal and the food was consumed amidst a noisy
chatter and laughter as we related our researches and histories to
Jane. We even let her sit next to Jenny so that she could familiarise
herself with Jenny's needs. As she helped to spoon Jenny's food I
described our plans to eventually replace Jenny and Vee's useless limbs
by grafting some suitable appendages onto their stumps.

Jane studied Jenny's equine rump and smiled as she spoke.

"Well I can see that you must be well on the way to success. This alone
is an incredible development?" She patted Jenny's rump and gently
squeezed her flanks.

"Six months to a year should just about complete our work. We've
already tested some suitable limbs. It's a matter now of simply growing
suitable specimens."

"And boy won't we be glad when we have," added Jenny.

The meal was drawing to a close and the autumnal northern sun was
setting behind the hills. As the shadows lengthened the mood around the
table turned to thoughts of the bed and the atmosphere became charged
with sexual tension. I was just finishing my cup of coffee when
Margaret suddenly announced-

"Last one to bed is a sissy."

The chairs and benches scraped noisily across the floor as we erupted
from the table and rushed headlong down the hall to the bedroom.
Needless to add I arrived last. The tension around the table had
already caused my supersensitive pussy lips to become engorged and
damp. With each urgent step down the hall my penis had become stiffer
and stiffer so I was fully erected by the time I arrived at the big
bed.

My desperate condition was not helped by the tight constriction of my
erection in my body shaper and I frantically fiddled under my skirt to
relieve the discomfort. My late arrival almost caused me to miss the
early fun.

As I entered the door, Jane was already starting to remove Jenny's body
shaper. She discovered the poppers in Jenny's front crotch and let out
a squeal of joy as she discovered Jenny's beautiful pussy nestling
between her forelegs. She couldn't resist gently investigating Jenny's
sweet surprise before removing the rest of her unitard to reveal
Jenny's gorgeous stallions penis. Having made this discovery, Jane
turned her attentions to the other centaurs as they undressed. She
shrieked with ecstatic delight as they each exposed their front pussies
then she self-consciously investigated each pussy and gasped as she
ascertained that my friends each had front and rear pleasure spots.

"My God! But you're lucky. I wish I had two sets of organs. Still
this'll be a nice surprise."

She turned her back to me and I helped undo the back buttoning bodice
of her frock. Then, after briefly fiddling with the poppers of her
panty corselet, she shyly pulled her little penis into view. It was
beginning to get erect and presented an acceptable addition to the
variety of organs amongst the group.

The centaurs cheered and clapped as they realised that they would not
have to wait so long for my services in future. Veronica turned to me
and whispered as she pointed to Jane's pretty little organ.

"That may not suite me, but it will mean that I can have more call on
yours as the others share Jane."

I smiled and gently hugged Vee towards me as we clambered onto the bed
and slipped under the huge duvet. By now all of us were raring to go
and the three cocks were as stiff as iron. The pussy owners decided to
toss coins for turns and Veronica and Jacky won. We briefly explained
about Veronicas buried clitty and Jane agreed to take Jacky. Jane
carefully studied how I made love to Veronica's front pussy before
allowing Jacky to gently push her down and mount her with her front
pussy.

Jane let out a little squeak of delight as Jacky settled down gently
and gripped her delicious little organ inside her hungry sex. As Jane
started to gently rock back and forth she was startled to find Jenny
mounting Jacky from the rear. Jacky let out a soft whinny of pleasure
as she responded to Jenny's affections and the threesome were soon in
the throws of a gigantic mutual orgasm. Needless to add, Veronica and I
were not unaffected by this activity and our own mutual climax was not
long in arriving.

Cye gently nestled down with her front cunny by my lips so I gently
raised my head and softly kissed her swollen clitty. Vee took the hint
and gently reached down to kiss Cye's turgid nipples as we three were
swept into our own world of delight.

Jane was not slow to realise that Jenny's front clitty was within easy
reach and her knowing fingers were soon reaching around Jacky's 'waist-
neck' to tantalise the precious ripening fruit. Jenny let out a series
of confused squeaks and neighs as her male and female parts combined to
send her into paroxysms of ecstasy.

Margaret and Dot decided to share a fully lesbian relationship at the
head of the bed and their pussies became connected by a double-headed
dildo. I slyly reached out and started to wiggle the dildo to and fro
between them and a series of startled gasps erupted before they
realised what was going on. As they became aware of my activities their
bodies simultaneously started to react to my handiwork and they started
to grunt with pleasure. Within a few minutes their metabolisms had
erupted into climax and they collapsed in a befuddled heap.

This jigsaw of activity continued in various different permutations for
some time before the whole octet settled into an exhausted but satiated
sleep.

The following morning found the humans gently contained between the
soft velvety flanks of the centaurs with their heads and torsos each
curved inwards to share the intimacy like the spirals of a galaxy.
Despite the cold northern dawn we cuddled cosy and snug as we enjoyed
the extra body heat of their warm velvety skins. Each mouth had someone
else's nipple gently grasped within its lips as the weak sunlight
slowly cast its feeble rays onto the bed. We were all reluctant to
leave the luxury of our octet for the cold of the farmhouse kitchen.

Our reluctance was consequent upon our exhaustion from the last few
days of solid driving across half a continent and the final voyage on
the ship. Each of us drifted into and out of sleep as we lay abed
until the early afternoon before anybody had enough energy and
determination to stir. Eventually I was forced to leave the bed as a
call of nature demanded to be met.

I secretly cursed Margaret for her surgery to my bladder all those
years ago. I had hung on long enough and minced awkwardly as I crossed
my legs and waddled provocatively to the bathroom. I could feel several
sets of eyes resting on my swaying buttocks as I closed the door. A
desperate flood finally escaped me and I gasped with relief. As I made
to enter the shower there was another sharp tap on the door. It was
Jenny demanding to come in and relieve herself. The hard click of her
hoof on the door served only to accentuate the fact that she still had
no arms and was unable to open the door.

I could sympathise with her predicament and I opened the door. She
stepped in and I helped to guide her stallion's cock into the pan.
There she stood with a look of self-conscious relief as her water
thundered noisily into the pan.

"Can I join you in the shower Bev?"

"O.K. Jen, just don't step on my bare feet," I giggled.

Carefully we squeezed into the shower. It was not designed for centaurs
and Jenny's rump stuck out as we rubbed each other down. She then
turned around and I washed her rear quarters.

We also lacked the drying facilities we had always enjoyed and it was a
long time before her velvety coat was dry enough to put her unitard on.
The installation of the new showers and dryers was to be our first
priority especially now there were eight of us to cater for.

As I returned to the bedroom the others were still lying in. They were
in various states of arousal and some were still indulging themselves
whilst others still slept. Jenny and I smiled as we made our way to the
kitchen. The deep trust and understanding that had developed between us
meant that any one of us could enjoy any one else if both parties felt
like it. This rule applied to threesomes or more and there were no
jealousies about it. We had become a very close nit society. As we
busied ourselves in the kitchen we heard the others showering and
slowly they appeared in the kitchen as hunger manifested itself.

Dot of course, with her fixations about sex and domestic activities was
the first to join us. In anticipation of her favourite sexual activity,
namely housework, she had dressed in a very skimpy sexy French maid's
outfit that made her look very vulnerable. After eating she shooed us
out of her kitchen and we decided to go for a drive and get to know the
island. The centaurs had a little bit of trouble getting into the long
wheelbase Landrovers but with some judicious pushing, probing and
surreptitious groping we finally got them in amidst some giggling and
squeals of laughter.

Poor Jenny and Vee had the 'worst' of it. With having no arms to help
them in it was a bit of a fiddle to manoeuvre their rumps onto the
seats. Their squeals and shrieks of mock protestation were certainly
the loudest. Eventually we were all ensconced in the Landrovers and
setting off around the Island.

The rough weather of the last few days had finally given way to some
sunshine and the island looked it's best as we carefully picked our way
along the rough tracks. The autumn colours were certainly a maelstrom
of gold, reds, oranges and yellows to complement the purple and grey
hills. This high ridge of hills protected the island pastures from the
cold northern and easterly winds and this was why the farm had grown
there through history.

The lower slopes of these hills were covered in trees that encroached
slightly onto the grassy plain. It was obvious that the larger trees on
the plain had been allowed to grow to provide protection and shelter
for any crops or livestock. The farmhouse and little harbour were at
the southern end of the island where a lower line of hills sheltered
the harbour from the prevailing southwesterly seas. The only direction
where the farmhouse could be seen was from the west and we could easily
watch anybody approaching from that direction. The privacy offered by
the island was perfect.

I stopped and Jenny and Vee scrambled awkwardly out. Margaret and Jane
pulled up alongside and Cye and Jacky let themselves out. We prepared
an excellent picnic under the trees then the centaurs enjoyed
themselves galloping about on the grassy plain playing tag. Their
shouts and laughter could be heard for nearly a mile in the stillness
of the autumnal afternoon. We finally signalled to them that we were
returning but they simply replied that we could carry on while they
would return on their own. They arrived back at the farmhouse nearly
half an hour before us having dashed over the undulating pastures
whilst we had stuck to the winding road.

As Margaret and I drove over the last little hill we spotted my
father's helicopter flying low over the hills from the south. He
spotted our vehicles and buzzed low. I recognised Bernard, Jeanette, my
older children and Nicholas and Christine sitting on their knees.
Margaret's daughter Susan also held her younger sister Pauline on her
knee. I finally recognised my stepmother Mary as the last passenger.
The helicopter must have been flying close to the limit of its
capacity. We gunned the Landrovers to meet them in the farmyard.