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I sat just close enough to hear every fucking noise, and smell the scents too. I had worked out what I liked by now, and for this part, I loved being just a few feet away, enough to get the full view, not too far so I missed the details.

The colt was into his stride now. Naked, of course, he had my wife with her ankles over his shoulders and he was giving her the money strokes now. I had a seat across from the bed, a little in a corner so I could get a perfect view of his ass.

It's a special view I find, watching a stud fuck. The colt had the cutest hottest bubble butt, two mounds of perfect pony ass in dapple grey, with a long dark taint and fat nuts in a silken black scrotum. I could see his long cock slick with my wife's cunt juices as he fucked her, and hear the squelch of his thick meat ramming in and out, and watch her lips spread wide taking him. She was moaning too, while he was letting out little nickers, fucking the cow with all the fury of a teenage jock, his muzzle between her huge tits, and she had her hands gripping his ass so tight I thought she was going to tear his rump off with her fingerhooves.

He had his tail nice and high. The considerate bastard knew I loved this view, and as I watched them go for it he lifted his muzzle off her tits enough to give me a look and a little wink.

She was moaning louder now, and I knew she was close. So was he, judging by the way his pretty little asshole clenched and relaxed, and the way his balls slid higher and higher against his groin. Ready to pop he was.

I had made sure he could last, of course. By now I knew how to treat the studs, and each one had his limits. For Jason here, he needed special treatment; I gave him a long sloppy blowjob ending with a finger up his hole, draining him just nicely before we got into it again. He also had a nice cockring round the base of his shaft, and the combination made sure he could go long enough to bring my wife off good and proper before he dumped his load in her snatch.

Yeah, he was going for it now I could see, his cock moving in and out like a piston on a steamtrain. Marion had actually drawn blood I saw, raking his poor rump with her fingerhooves, demanding his young load. She screamed and arched her back, and I knew it was time. Still jacking my length slow, I wandered casually over to the stud as he humped into her and gave his nuts a nice stroke.

"AHHHHH!"

He humped into her a couple times, nice shallow thrusts as he shot his bolt in my wife's pussy, and I slid my fingers into his tight little hole just as it clenched down tighter than ever in the throes of orgasm. I could smell it too, the tang of cum dripping from her snatch now. Fuck he was productive, I had barely been able to take his load in my muzzle and here he was drenching her cunt in seed as well.

His hole relaxed and I stroked. My fingers were nice and slick from the lube I had been using to jack off, my cock also slick and ready. I plunged a third finger into the cocky cunt's ass, making him hiss and look back at me with a little fear in his eyes. Sometimes I liked to take 'em rough, and this was one of those times.

"Nice effort Jason, but I think you need to be put back in your place a bit."

"Y...yes coach..."

I loved it when they sounded like that, hungry and fearful and all over respectful. This one was a decent running back, and one hell of a fucking good lay. For both of us...

"Oh God you feel so good honey...kiss my tits colt...please..."

My wife gave me the look then, so heated and so pleased with herself as I fingered the poor stud who was still buried inside her and the obedient colt suckled her nipples and sobbed with need. I knew she loved this part the most, even with how much she loved taking a teenage stud cock into her. It just took something of a crisis for me to find that out. Serendipity is a wonderful thing.

It had been the best and worst day of my life.

Coming home after a cancelled meeting, seething with anger, not looking forward to another confrontation with my dearest. The cow had been a catch all right, but I knew deep down it was a bad idea. After a brief period where it all went well, my natural preferences took hold. Her big wet cunt didn't do it for me; I needed ass, hard tight guy ass. As I took less and less interest in her, she became more and more bitter, and she loved to taunt me. The taunting got to me.

She was a teacher in the same school as me, English, and I was just the dumb jock football coach and PE teacher. She would give me grief about my lack of brains, lack of income, lack of manhood. I would invite my team around for a BBQ, and she would flirt with the studs, dance with them, and wear low cut tops and make them stare at her tits. I hated it, but I couldn't really blame her. I knew I was no saint, and there were a select few guys with willing asses around the town who could vouch for the fact I was not faithful.

Still, it was a shock, a visceral and demeaning shock to come home and find she had done more than just flirting.

Perry. Such a stupid name; a wolf from my team, a wide receiver with powerful thighs and ass, built chest and a wicked sense of humour. He had her on the bed, our bed, and was drilling her snatch at a hundred miles an hour.

She had her fingers raking his back, enough to break the skin, and she was begging him to fuck her harder, always harder, and telling him how good he felt inside her and how much better he was than me. His coach; the cow should have never interfered in that, the bond between a coach and his players is sacred, and it was that stupid babbling of hers that put me over the edge. The sight of his perfect ass rising and falling as he fucked her, his thick red cock with the knot already swollen and exposed, the squelch of his thrusts, oh they brought me to the edge all right, but her angry denunciation put me over. They were going to pay.

I went to the garage and took out my Glock. I didn't know what I was going to do really; anything was possible in that moment. When I came back into the room, I was just in time to see the little bastard cum, his final thrust tieing my cow as he rammed his knot home inside her and she screamed out her own orgasm finally at the feel of her lips spread so wide.

I let out a pure, harsh, deep snarl of fucking anger and contempt and I landed on the bed with the muzzle of my Glock against the wolf's startled head.

Fuck his eyes went so wide, even wider than my wife's. Seventeen and horny as fuck, it probably never occurred to him he could get caught, let alone that he might get himself killed.

She tried to calm me down, while the little cunt just whined. He was still hard though, still buried in her snatch, and as I came down from my immediate peak of anger, a germ of an idea formed in my balls.

"Well, I think you are off the team Perry."

"Ahh coach! Please, I..."

"And you are too cow..."

"Please Steve, let's be reasonable."

Hah, reasonable. How can anyone be reasonable in this situation? Still, I could pretend, to get what I wanted.

I told them they both had to make it up to me. The jock by taking some punishment, the cow by helping me do it. They both agreed; strange what being discovered like this can do. I also knew Perry really loved playing on the team. I thought he respected me; maybe he just needed a lesson to get that respect back.

"Hold him tight to you just like that Marion. Wrap your arms round his back."

She complied, a little uncertain, and I went to my drawer. I pulled out a tube of lube, and a big wide belt made of nicely flexible leather. The wolf's eyes bugged very nicely now, but he didn't try to move.

"You have disrespected me, and disrespected the team Perry. You know what that means..."

"Yes coach..."

I kept a paddle back in the office for little reminders when my boys went astray. For this, we were a bit beyond the paddle.

I doubled over the belt, gave it a series of practice swings, then put the full force of my mature bull's body into a hard swat on his ass. He gasped and yelped as it hit home, then let out a moan as the burn built. He shuddered, and I watched his lass cheeks clench and try to fight off the pain. Another swat and he screamed.

"Might as well kiss him Marion...keep him from scaring the neighbours."

She did, with surprising hunger I noted, as the poor wolf boy shook in her arms and took a hard beating from a seriously enraged bull. His tail wagged, then it flopped, and I took full toll on his rump until his swollen cheeks were too sore to take any more and he was whimpering and crying even as he kissed my wife.

I could smell it then. Her scent of excitement, when she was near cumming. The fucking cow had loved it. I stared at her, and she opened her big brown eyes and they twinkled and she gave me a look, such a look as I hadn't had in a long time.

I guess it was then I truly decide to take his ass.

He sobbed and shook in her arms, resting after the beating. I joined them on the bed and rubbed my hand now over his ass. After a second of alarm he relaxed. Just another massage from his coach. I had worked out his quads and hamstrings often enough after a game. They felt so good now, but nothing like his ass. It trembled to my touch, and his moans were pure fucking treacle as I rubbed harder.

Reaching for the bottle of lube, I slicked up my fingers and teased his hole. He broke the kiss now, looking back at me with fear and resignation. He mouthed slowly, 'please no...please...' but I wasn't buying.

"Fucking cunt got to learn his place..."

Ramming my fingers deep in his ass felt so sweet. He squirmed, and he clamped down, and I rammed in harder and drew a cry of anguish.

"Any of your buddies had a go in here yet?"

"No coach...fuck no!"

"Well good. I like a cherry...so sweet..."

He was too. I knelt behind him, catching my wife's eye. She looked like she dod when she had cum, all half lidded and lost. Lining up my cock with his pucker I teased it a bit, letting my precum coat his ring then nudging the opening. He whimpered, even before I took him. I just laughed at him and shook my head.

"AHHHHH!"

Fuck I will never forget the feel of his virgin hole, or his cry. Surprise, pain, anguish, and fucking lust. Poor straight boy now knew what his ass was for; to serve his coach.

"That's it boy...take it good."

"Ohhh fuck..."

"Your poor balls must be full of hormones and cum for you to want to fuck your coach's wife. Think you need me to relieve you better boy, so you can avoid any more stupid fucking mistakes."

"Please...it's too big..."

"Oh no boy, first lesson. Coach's cock is always just...big...enough..."

I gave him a fresh thrust of my bull meat on each word, drawing fresh shudders and cries. Buried to the hilt, I bent over his shoulder and muzzlefucked my cow. For the first time in months we were connecting; just a pity it had to be through one poor well fucked wolf jock.

I didn't last long, his ass was too tight and too hot and he struggled so sexily. It was not an easy fuck, and he would remember losing his cherry all right, his ass would never be the same. He remained hard the whole time though, his knot still jammed in my wife, and as I fucked into him, it rubbed her snatch something wonderful it seemed, because she came and came and kept on cumming the whole time I fucked her teenage lover.

When he shot off into her I could feel it, the way his ass sort of melted and then pulsated along my cock. His screams turned to moans and he arched his back and cried out and I gripped his head to arch him tighter and fucked into him without mercy or regret until I lost it in his guts and then threw him down onto my wife's chest to cry out his heart.

"How many times have you two done this?"

"Three...coach..."

"Well, guess you own me a couple more then."

I made him give them to me too. The second time he was hard just standing there even though he looked lost the poor puppy. I let him fuck Marion while I watched, and that was how I worked out the best spot to sit, right there on my arm chair watching his ass as he fucked. He got into it too, in spite of the situation, though the anticipation of having his ass broken made him take a while. My cow loved that; she came twice waiting for him to cum.

When he finally shot, I pulled him off her even though it drew a screech from both of them and a rebuking look from my wife.

"Now, lick your filthy cum from her cunt boy..."

He looked so cute giving her head, and her moans and moos told me all was forgiven. I took the opportunity to give him a new shock, and I rimmed the poor straight boy so good, making him drip cum onto the bed, and learn that his sensitive hole and his taint could feel so good with a real male licking and rubbing him just the right way. When I took him with my fingers I did it rough, no lube, and my wife buried his muzzle in her snatch and came at the sight of him being fingered like that. He was begging the whole time, first for me to stop, but I knew he didn't want me to.

"Come on stud, horny fucker like you, you just want to lose your nut don't you..."

"No coach, please coach, AHHH!"

I found his nut then and rubbed, harder, stroking that little pulsing ridge. He shook all over and I took no mercy.

"There pup, feels good doesn't it? See, your body knows, all you really want is a big cock under your tail to make you feel right..."

"Please coach, no, stop!"

"Ahhh but you don't want me to stop do you..."

"Oh god....oh god..."

"What do you want pup?"

"Please..."

"Please what..." I had him now, one hand stroking his angry cock, just near the tip, feeling him twitch and the free dribble of his precum. He had it bad.

"Please..."

"Please what boy..."

"Please...fuck me..."

My wife was rubbing herself now, frigging her clit wildly as she watched me dominate her teenage boyfriend. His begging made her cream and she kept on rubbing, eyes glazed. I slid my fingers out and gave him what he wanted.

"See, don't say I don't look after my boys..."

I fucked him so hard I broke the bed. I lay over him, ramming into him with all my strength, arms wrapped round him, one round his neck, one round his chest. These little jock shits, they think they are so good and so shit hot. I may have a paunch and I mayh be slow round the field but I could still bench press twice what he could and if needed I could snap him like a twig.

Instead I punished his hole, and split him so wide his ass went into spasm. He spurted into the bed, as my wife stroked his headfur and his ears and he cried. When I seeded his ass he was quiet, and we lay there for ages until I heard my cow cum for the last time.

The third time I learned a new trick again. I reversed the roles, and had him go down on me after I fucked his ass, and taste the tang of his ass on my cock. I also made my wife eat out his broken ass, let her taste my cum on her toyboy's hole and see it split wide and leaking my jizz. She loved it too, and so did he, his cock spasming into shameful orgasm at the touch of her muzzle between his cheeks. With wide open eyes he stared up at me as I fucked his muzzle, and I knew he was broken when he reached for my heavy sac and rubbed my balls lovingly as hips lips caressed the flesh of my shaft. He drank every last drop too.

He was our first, but after that, I knew he was gone. The poor straight stud was really straight, and though I could give him pleasures that broke his mind, he would always rebel. What I wanted was something different, though I had enjoyed that immensely. If you think you have lived, try seeding a reluctant straight boy's ass. That gush deep in his guts, the clench of his hole, his look of shock, and you will know you have been alive.

What we wanted though was a more willing partner, and thanks to Marion, I found the first soon after we let Perry off the leash.

He was a Junior, and a defensive lineman, a big bulky bear. He was a quiet one too, though he opened up to Marion, as they all did, and when she popped the question, he had jumped at the idea.

That was the pattern, through five more studs. This season I had eyed up Jason early on. He was a cheeky colt, strong, adventurous, willing to work, and he loved my wife's English classes. He also loved to check out guys in the shower, and was hopeless at hiding it.

We had him over for a BBQ, just him, and after sneaking him some beer, I egged him on to dance with my wife. They slow danced while I watched with a growing boner in my shorts, and I knew he was hooked. He had been staring at her massive tits all night, and in her arms, he began to lick them, and fondle, as she rubbed his ass. He looked back at me nervous and fearful, and I gave him a big fatherly smile, and wandered up and slapped him on the back.

"Go for it if you like colt...but there is a small price. I get you next..."

They were still slow dancing even then, and then they kissed, and I held him from behind. Marion pulled down his shorts, releasing a rampant teenage cock, jacking him as they held and he leant back his cute colt head and moaned. I slipped my own raging hardon out and hotdogged him, seeing how he reacted to the feel of a man's cock on his cute horsey ass. He shuddered but didn't flinch, even when I slid my tip under his tail and along his taint and nudged his nuts.

We had him that night. I learned about his premature problem as soon as Marion tried him. I got her to straddle his groin and ride him, for something new, and he shot off almost immediately. I rubbed his nuts, and he hardened again quickly though, and I held his balls all the while she fucked him and squeezed when he felt like he was about to burst. God his little whinnies were so cute, almost as cute as his begging.

When she had enough she sat on his muzzle and watched while I lifted his hooves over my shoulders and fucked him, breaking in his little pucker. He told me he was a virgin and I believed him, it was so tight, and it felt so good stretching round my cock. I made it gentle that time, nice and slow, while his cum dripped over his muzzle as he ate out my wife and made her scream out an orgasm watching my cock disappear into the colt's ass over and over. We had found our idyll it seemed, and Jason proved another in the line of perfect obedient confused studs.

So to tonight, and back to the first time of all. I watched him fucking Marion just as I watched Perry, admiring the tight muscles and the flow of his body fucking into her and the slide of cock in pussy and the squelch of the penetration and the tang of cum, always the tang of cum and sex. When I told him I was going to take him rough, he looked so cute, and so hot. I had to make it good.

Raw slick fingers on his nut, still dripping lube from my cock. He kissed my wife's tits, suckling a nipple, and his body tensed for a good fucking. I rested my tip on him, still buried in my wife's snatch, and let him have the first few inches, driving in then out, a little deeper each time while my wife enjoyed the sensation of his cock jerking in her from being fucked by her husband.

When he was ready I gave him the last two inches and hilted in his ass, enjoying a deep throated sigh and groan. I wrapped his tail around one wrist, his mane in another, and fucked him without restraint, making the walls echo to the slap of hips on taut colt buttocks, the slick noises of a colt ass being plundered, and the moans of my wife.

He began to buck his hips back to meet me then, and I had the exquisite sensation of being fucked by his ass. I knelt back a bit and let it happen then, watching my cock appear as he slammed forward into Marion, then disappear as he drew back and impaled himself on my meat.

Reaching under him, I cupped his nuts and fondled, feeling them clench, the heat and the power, and then draw up and the scrotum crinkling as he got close.

"Don't let him..."

I pulled down, making him scream, but he kept on fucking, even harder, until my cow let out a moo and dug her fingers into his ass and I let him go and just cupped his balls, their tingly touch so perfect as they suddenly jerked and he shot into her with all the power of a teenager made to wait.

Then I gave him a last powerful fucking as he lay cradled in my wife's arms until I let out my own bellow and drenched his horsey depths in hot bull milk. This one would be dripping still at practice tomorrow.

Lying there, I kissed his head, then her muzzle, and he chuckled.

"Nice work coach..."

Fucking cocky shit.

"You taking the piss colt?"

His eyes twinkled, and he wiggled his ass.

"Sounds like a good idea coach."

I narrowed my eyes then and stared at him.

"Maybe you need a dose of the paddle boy to find your manners."

"Or maybe your belt coach...I hear it hurts like fuck."

I was suddenly very alert, my ears twitching, and staring into a huge colt smile.

"What do you mean..."

"Coach, my best friend is Perry's brother, you know that."

"Yeah so..."

"And Perry still has needs. Even though he hates it, he loves some dick up his ass when he gets drunk, and he told me one night where it all started...I was in his room one night staying with his brother, and I wanted to steal some of Perry's jocks to sniff...that buff college wolf is something else..."

"Ohh fuck..."

"And I hid in the cupboard when I heard him come in unexpectedly. He was supposed to be out fucking his girlfriend, but instead something went wrong and he came home. He lay on his bed and he pulled out a dildo, one shaped like a bullcock by the way, and twisted his nipples as he fucked himself on it real hard. He came all over his chest and muzzle and then he cried. I couldn't hold it then and I came rubbing my own cock, only took a couple of strokes, and he heard me. He was so angry...but I ended up holding him, then kissing, then giving him what he missed. He told me everything. Just pure luck I went in that night on my own horny errand hey coach?"

Both of us were on alert now, and I could see the panic I my wife's eyes. Still, we were on solid ground I thought...

"The second time we fucked, I installed a webcam in your bookcase over there, just under your football trophy from highschool. I've been storing all of it, including tonight, for personal pleasure, and just in case...do you think I was so easy to pull for a reason coach? I was waiting to see if you took the hint...and you did."

I pulled out of him, leaving the most beautiful gaping colt ass I knew, still dripping my cum, and stood and clenched my fists. The fucking, devious, scumsucking...

"Oh its ok coach, I don't want to tell. If I get what I want..."

"And what is that colt?"

He smirked then, the bastard, and he reached out to touch my cock...and to stroke my rump. I felt a shiver go up my tail.

"I told you I was cherry, and I was. I'd only fucked guys before you coach, never bottomed. You feel good inside me too, but I know what I want. I want some daddy ass...big, broad, thick, daddy ass..."

On the bed, too dazed to fight back, I had my muzzle buried in my cow's snatch. I had almost forgotten what it tasted like, and the tang of colt spunk...fuck it tasted fine.

He knelt behind me, and he lifted my tail. I tensed, and then moaned as he blew hot colt breath on my ass and my cleft and tickled my nuts. Then he squeezed, and I felt his fingers on my pucker.

"No...no...wait...you cant..."

"What's that coach?"

"Fucking do as I say boy or...AHHHHH!"

"Oh yeah coach...you can spank me all you like. I want it...bend me over the bed and rip my ass, but I want some of this coach. You know you want it too, don't you..."

"Wait...don't touch there..."

"Yeah, such a big fat daddy nut...feels good don't it?"

"Don't you dare..." I melted, and I throbbed, and my cock spurted precum all over the bed. This cant be happening...cant...

"AHHHH!"

He had his three fingers in me now, the pain intense from long lack of use, but he was using it to ram my nut so hard. He cupped my balls and stroked, so good just on the underside, and whispered in my ear.

"So good coach...so hot. Just been waiting to take one of your jocks under your tail haven't you coach?"

"Please..."

"Please what coach..."

"I will fucking break your rump colt!"

"Yeah, I hope you do. Bend me over your knee coach and make your wife watch you spank me if you like. But tonight...I own your nut and your ass...so what do you want?"

Oh fuck, his hand cupped my cocktip and rubbed in delicious circles. I ached. I couldn't take it...

"Please..."

"Please what coach?"

"Please...fuck me..."

He pulled out, and I felt his flare on my hole. Looking up, I saw the look of transported bliss on my wife's muzzle. I guess we had found something she liked even better than watching me fuck one of her boytoys.

"Such a good calf now coach..."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

He took it slow and steady, one long thrust to the hilt, and I felt his low hanging nuts nudge my taint. He leant over me then, and watched Marion frigging herself to orgasm as she watched me being violated by my own player. And he giggled.

"Serendipity is a wonderful thing, aint it coach?"

He pulled back and waited a moment, and then slammed home. I screamed, and bellowed, and my reply was a little lost.

If he had waited, he would have heard me agree.