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Byron shifted uneasily in his desk as he tugged and fretted at his jeans. The seat was already too small for him - horses got such a raw deal at his school! - but add that to the erection practically bursting through his jeans and the suffocating summer, it was nigh torturous. In order to sit comfortably in the desk, he had to lean just so, which mean his hard-on was plainly visible down his pant leg, straining against the fabric and leaking enough to leave a conspicuous wet spot damn near his knee.

All he could do was grip the edges of his sweaty plastic desk and eye the clock on the wall with growing desperation. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, he was in the front row, in such a spot that only two people could directly see his struggling erection: his neighbor and his teacher. Today his neighbor happened to be absent, leaving only one member of the audience.

No one was that oblivious. Byron was convinced she could see his erection every day, and the surer he was of this, the harder he got in her class. He was by no means sex-crazed and in fact came off as sort of prudish, but the way Ms. Little looked today, he couldn't help it. The teacher's name was a misnomer if he ever saw one; Ms. Little was a cow: a very large, very gorgeous fawn-colored cow with simpering copper eyes. She was as soft and indulgent as a luscious dessert - a huggable bit of chub, voluminous ash blonde curls, and succulent swaying, bouncing tits. They were massive and practically bursting out her thin white button down. Without a bra or even an undershirt, her breasts jiggled enticingly as she paced in front of the class. She might have been lecturing on about something or another, but Byron was none the wiser.

Behind her desk, Ms. Little took a deep breath and fanned herself with a folder. The movement in her arms sent her tits bouncing even more; Byron could see her pert nipples rubbing against the sweaty fabric. Her cheeks were flushed and her mouth was just barely open, her tongue just barely teasing her lips as a bold bead of sweat teased the tip of her nose. She ground her thighs in such a way that Byron imagined sweat dripping down her legs, trailing slowly down her back and disappearing between her no doubt exquisite buttocks.

Byron thought as hard as he could of the most unattractive things he could as his tortuous cock throbbed with each swish, swish of the folder. He gripped his desk with desperation; he was sure that if he so much as laid a hand on his cock, it would explode. His balls had gotten way too tight in his jeans as well, and with every breath he felt as if the fabric were gently squeezing his sensitive nuts, massaging them and prolonging his torture. 'Go away,' he pleaded. His ears pinned back and he bit back a whinny of desire.'Not now!'

The moment of truth came when Ms. Little finally, explicitly, looked in Byron's directly. At first he didn't realize the severity of this action, but when he did, it sent ice shooting throughout his veins. His junk was practically jumping out of his pants, and she was looking right at him! He yanked his shirt down over the bulge, shamefully glaring at his lap. Shit! Had she seen the wet stain? Why was she smiling like that?

The teacher hadn't missed a beat. Though Byron couldn't hear a word, she continued lecturing and pointing dutifully at the board. Discreetly though, right in the middle of a sentence, she looked directly at Byron and undid a button on her blouse. Her tits were practically spilling out of her top, and he could almost swear that, when the blouse fell just right, he could see her nipples.

He might've thought this an accident or a coincidence, but Ms. Little put an end to any doubt once and for all. While leaning over her desk, propping up her tits and holding her head in her hands, that daring drop of sweat dripped from her nose. Her eyes pierced Byron's intently as her long, slender tongue reached out and licked the sweat drop off so sensually that Byron had to grab his junk and squeeze it to stop from cumming. His pre ran down his leg instead, sending a delicious shiver up his spine. 'Please,' he pleaded silently at her. 'God, please...!'

"That's all for today," Ms. Little announced cheerily. She remained propped up on her desk, and Byron could just imagine pushing her an inch or two further on top of it and then mounting her from behind. His breath came fast as his fantasies played before him, and he only shook his head and got a hold of himself when he felt another stream of precum run down his calf.

Ms. Little checked her watch and then checked it against the wall clock. She thoughtfully removed her glasses and then gave the class a thumbs up, and then tilted the thumb toward the door. "Y'all can head out early if you want. There's only eight minutes left of class anyhow. Just don't get into trouble, you hear?"

The class complied without a second thought and swiftly dissipated into the halls. Only Byron remained, a sizable horse - seven foot even, and he'd only turned 18 a few days ago- stranded in his seat by his even more sizable erection. He knew he would cum if he stood, if he even lifted his leg. No amount of willpower was making a dent in his lust.

Ms. Little pretended not to notice that Byron remained. She finally pushed herself up from the desk with a little grunt, no doubt from the back strain of her otherwise blessed breasts. She sensually glided to the door with firm click, click, clicks from her heels and gently closed it, drawing the little blinds and locking it as well. Then she turned to him and smiled, and Byron felt every inch of skin catch fire from her gaze.

"Miss, I'm sorry," he blurted shamefully. "I couldn't help it. I-I know it was wrong, but--"

Ms. Little's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What'n earth are you apologizing for?"

'Christ; she's going to make me say it!' Byron bit his lip and gestured to the quivering bulge in his jeans. "I-I know it's, um..." His brain was foggy mush! How could he explain himself when all he could hear in his head were the lascivious moans of his teacher?! "Uh, it's inappropriate," he finished weakly.

Ms. Little flashed him a smirk and stuck her tongue out at him. "I'll say. That's a huge offense around here. A big, sloppy mess, big boy."

Byron swallowed hard. "What're you gonna do to me?"

"What'd'you think I'm gonna do to you, sugar?" she giggled. Coyly flicking her tail, she flicked off yet another button. Byron unconsciously grasped his cock through his jeans and a curt moan broke from his lips.

"Oh yeah, that's what you want, huh?" There was only one button left, and her hand right right to it, hovering suggestively while her tail flicked along next to her. "I've seen you strugglin' these past few weeks. I tell ya, it's been a damn struggle myself, having to up there without starin' at your crotch every other second." She deftly undid the final button and the blouse fell to her sides. A nonchalant shrug was all it took to free her from the loose blouse, and her breasts were free. She caressed her tits with the slightest hitch of breath. "You sure give an ol' girl a hard time," she breathed.

Byron, shocked, surprised, astounded, attempted to bolt up from his desk, but the plastic contraption was so small and so slick it stuck to him and clung to his legs and buttocks, and it took one good kick to send it flying to the back of the room in pieces. He did it without realizing it, and it was only after Ms. Little started laughing that his face felt hot and it occurred to him that he might be in even more trouble now.

"Not to worry, not to worry," she tittered as he stuttered apologies at her. "I always knew you were a big, strong horse. I like that." As if to emphasize this, her hand trailed down her chubby stomach, teasingly outlining the waistline of her skirt before diving in. With her other hand she lifted the curtain of her clothing and revealed herself to Byron: panties wet and bunched up to one side while her fingers teased her puffy pussy and her plainly swollen clit.

"Ms...Ms..."

"Call me Lori, stud."

Byron's caught a moan in his throat. "I'm, uh...I'm a virgin," he admitted, avoiding eye contact.

"Ooh, wonderful!" Byron could see her lips quivering with this reveal, and he could smell the alluring odor of lust practically leaking from her cunt.

Byron moved closer to the curvaceous cow and put a hand on her waist. He couldn't shake the feeling that it was wrong, that they shouldn't do this, and he hesitantly mumbled, "Is this okay?"

"I have a free period coming up, so no one should bother us." Lori put a finger on Byron's lips and shushed him. "And I won't tell if you won't," she added with a wink.

They kissed. It was like lightning. Byron could feel her heat transferring to him through the kiss, and he sucked it up with short gasps and curt groans. It was better than he'd ever imagined, a thousand times better than his dreams, a million times better than kissing his own hand. And how active she was! She nibbled his lips and flicked her tongue at him and suckled his tongue, greedily stealing not only his first kiss but every type of kiss after that.

She was such a good kisser it was making his head light, so he withdrew from the kiss and somehow found the courage to go lower: her breasts, sagging under their own weight and yet slightly pert. How did she even fit them in her blouse?! He couldn't bear it; he slowly kissed down her neck, licking and biting until he had Lori's swollen teats in his mouth and they quivered under his touch and his breath.

Byron hesitated, thinking that she might be too sensitive, but she was having none of that. Lori grabbed his hand and forcibly placed it on her breast. Impulsively he squeezed, and she flushed and mooed softly to encourage him. She began to rub against his leg where his hard-on still remained a prisoner in his jeans, and Byron whinnied noisily in her neck in response.

She admonished him. "Shh; you don't want anyone to hear, do you?"

"N-no, ma'am."

"None of that 'ma'am.' I told you: call me Lori. Understand?"

Byron swiftly nodded.

Lori's hand trailed to his fly and deftly began to undo it. "You want to fuck me, right?"

"Oh, fuck yes," he moaned.

"Good," she said as his jeans fell around his ankles. She leaned into his ear and blew coyly into it, and Byron shivered. "I want you to fuck me too." As Byron greedily squeezed and felt up her tits, Lori's hand continued to caress the massive horse dick straining against the briefs containing it, and in an instant it had sprung out and plopped quivering into her hand.

They might have stood there for ages massaging each other, but Lori wasted no time. She pushed Byron into her desk and fell to her knees, grasping his cock with both hands and jerking him with firm, experienced strokes. Her tongue teased the flaring head, dipping in and out of his piss slit until precum collected on her waiting tongue, and then she licked it sensually up his cock from the very base to the very tip.

"Ooh, Lori, I can't..."

"It's okay," she assured him. "Feel free to cum whenever you want. You can always go again, right?"

Byron nodded; he could go as many times as she wanted! But he worried she would be intimidated by his orgasm and not want to continue, so he bit his lip and held back as best he could.

Her hands were so soft! Not a callous on them, and her nails were neat and trim so she wouldn't scratch him. She wasn't even close to encasing his whole length with both hands, so he gripped his base and squeezed to relieve some of the pressure.

"Don't you dare!" Lori flicked the head of his cock as punishment, causing Byron to gasp and thrust at the air in surprise. "No touching yourself! If you need to keep your hands busy..." Lori trailed off and flipped her pretty blonde curls at him. When he still didn't get the picture, she moved one of his hands to her head, and began descending on his cock. She could barely get her mouth around the massive flare, and even when she did succeed she could hardly take an inch of the throbbing meat before her.

Byron, finally getting the picture, pushed gently on her head and just barely thrust into her mouth. She moaned and sent reverberations all throughout his rod, and despite his efforts he released a fat squirt of precum right into her throat. Before he could apologize, she flashed him a wicked grin along with a heavy swallow.

"Honey, I don't even think I got a gag reflex anymore," she giggled. "You pour as much of that liquid gold down my throat as you can." After that, she tried even harder to take the horse dick in her throat. She continued to moan all up and down his length, licking it, kissing it, stroking all the while and squeezing rhythmically with her skilled hands, twisting on their way down and then practically trying to milk his cum out.

Finally, she straightened up on her knees so that her tits were level with his penis. Slick with precum and saliva, she slowly brushed her fleshy mounds against Byron, teasing him, letting him feel the stiff nipples against his equally stiff cock. She took his head in her mouth against, licking and sucking and swallowing vigorously until she finally began to squeeze his cock between her tits, finally engulfing it between her hands, mouth, and breasts.

It was too much for her pupil. He made a series of increasingly lecherous grunts as he took her head in both hands and began to pump his hips, fucking her boobs and her mouth with inexperienced thrusts. Lori put her hands to her tits and squeezed them together, but otherwise didn't do anything to stop the wild stallion from pounding against her throat. She just observed from below, remembering the look of sheer desperation on his face, the twitch and tense of his muscles as he punished her, the powerful musk of a virile stallion struggling for release. She rubbed her thighs together and rocked against the floor, begging for some kind of stimulation, but she dare not release her breasts; he might actually try to go down her throat otherwise.

By this point, Byron had no hope of staying himself, and a few short seconds later his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. The slickness of her tits, the willing wet hole that was her mouth; it was all way too much, and before he even knew it he was suddenly oozing cum down Lori's throat. In seconds she'd had too much and was forced to retreat, sputtering and coughing up his milky release as the rest painted her face and her hair and especially her tits, streak after streak, his rock hard dick lurching up and down with each impassioned squirt.

"Wow," she breathed.

"I-I'm sorry," he groaned. He was still cumming and his mind was still fogged with lust.

"You poor boy. What makes you think you have to apologize for everything?" To make her point, Lori's lips clasped around his head again, sucking out the last few spurts like she'd never tasted anything so divine in her life. "I wouldn't be fucking you if I didn't want to. You don't have to keep apologizing."

"S-sorry," he mumbled.

Lori just sighed. "Good lord!"

Byron's shivering length had finally stopped leaking, but it hadn't remotely shrunk. It was still mind-numbingly sensitive, especially when Lori slowly tit fucked him to ensure he was completely ready for what came next. Then, the cow crawled sensually up on the table, shaking her chubby hips and her rotund ass at him the whole while as she positioned herself for the taking.

Byron's cock gave a hearty throb at the sight before it. Lori's plump rump atop the oak desk, her velvety tail swishing off to the side, her tight pink asshole nestled beneath it, and then the glorious slit of heaven: fat, sensitive lips, slick, satiny flesh, drenched in a hormonal cocktail that vanished the mere thought of reason from mind and body. Her thick fingers moved apart her cheeks, and her pink pussy spread just a little as well. Her soaked cunny dripped as her lips peeled apart, twitching faintly all the while. She wasn't kidding; she really was desperate. She flicked her clit a few times, rubbed it firmly, and then returned to flicking it, dripping juices down her wrist and making, needy soft noises that drove Byron crazy.

With a steady hand on her ass and a firm grip on the base of her tail, Byron slid himself forward and strained his groin muscles. Unassisted his massive cock swung into action, resting precariously against Lori's netherlips. She hummed and rubbed against his thick flared tip, and he let his dick smoothly drag up and down against the door to heaven until their genitals were both soaked with juices. Byron could feel heat radiating off of that promising hole, but every time he tried to slip it inside, his flattened head seemed to block the way.

"Quit toying with me, baby," Lori breathed. "Just put it in. I can take it. I've taken cock as big as yours before."

"Huh..." Byron had merely released a gluttonous gulp of air, but Lori took it as a challenge.

"I certainly have, mister. How big would you say your pecker is? Sixteen? Maybe eighteen?"

"T-twenty-three," Byron gasped. Upon hearing his actual length, Lori's pussy had literally quivered against him, and he resumed trying to encourage his girthy head inside.

"Well, that is a tad on the high side, it's true, but still, trust me: I'm a pro at this."

"I b-believe you."

She began moving her pussy up and down, grinding against his flared tip and sighing impatiently. Finally, the head found an entrance, and he grabbed his cock to help steady it the rest of the way in. It took some persuading, but slowly, the head managed to slip through the quivering muscles. Lori mewled as the thick cock gently pushed her innards aside and filled her. By the time the medial ring reached that magical hole, the rest was practically sucked in by Lori's throbbing, hungry pussy.

"Oh, fuck yes!" she moaned, bracing herself against the desk. In seconds she'd been hilted by her horny pupil, and Byron could hardly restrain himself from blowing his load then and there. She had taken it so easily; never in his dreams had he thought he would find a partner who could take his freakish cock so easily.

"Ms. ...Lori; oh God," Byron whimpered, and then he cried out as Lori jerked her whole body into him with one swift SNAP!

"Fuck me," she mumbled. She panted heavily on the desk and ground her ass against her student. "Fuck my slutty pussy raw and then fill me up with your slutty cum. Come on, big boy; don't you hold out on me now, I want you to pump every last drop into me." As she spoke she could feel the horse cock inside her shoot a thick glob of precum against her cervix, and that pathetic amount only made her more hungry for the real thing. "Thrust right into my womb and fuck me, Byron!"

Byron finally let loose of all the frustration he'd been holding back on. All at once his hips began to thrust chaotically, rhythmically, and desperately all at once. His bulbous testicles slammed against the cow's thick thighs as his towering penis slammed into her. Lori gripped the edge of the desk as Byron gripped both of her hips and thrust into her with enough force to move the desk several inches forward.

Lori was a drooling mess on top of the desk. Her tits were smushed against the cool wood, leaking milk on top of the books and papers lining her desk. She didn't care; she could only smile dumbly and moan as her student rammed into her hungry pussy again and again. She tightened her grip on his thick meat and squeezed as she fucked him back, and she grinned when she heard his deep groan of approval.

"Do you like that?" she asked, huskily.

"Oh, fuck yes...!"

"You feel how tight I am? How wet I am?"

"OH, oh FUCK..."

Lori gasped; he was pounding her now, each hit hard enough to knock the wind out of her. Her vision was starting to go blurry, but she maintained consciousness by listening to his high-pitched whimpers. She couldn't even fuck against him now; she was merely along for the ride.

Nonetheless, she was ever the masochist, and she continued to goad him. "You can get deeper than that; deeper, damn you! Fuck my cunt deeper, cum in my womb! Fill me up you lousy beast!"

"Fill you...! Cum in your...womb!" Byron's tongue fell from his lips and his eyes rolled into his skull. He could barely breathe, he was using so much energy to keep himself standing as he pistoned harder into his teacher to fulfill her wishes. She met him as he thrust, and as she screamed louder than she ever had, Byron felt something inside her give way, and his eyes widened as his cock pressed deeper inside Lori than he even thought possible. He realized just how much of him was crammed inside this beautiful cow and how just slightly her stomach distended with his engorged cock filling her. Time stopped. His heart stopped. His blood was on the verge of bursting into flames in the sweltering hot class room.

With a bellow he crashed on top of Lori and held himself fast on the desk as the first surge of semen erupted from him. Lori yelped beneath him as the defeated horsemeat glugged hot and oozing cum inside her belly, pouring it, gush after gush, testes shivering in pleasure, veins pulsing with lust.

With an awkward moan combined with Though she'd been laying flat on the desk, receiving Byron's payload meant her belly had to make room, and before long she was practically suspended off the desk by her engorged belly.

Byron pulled Lori closer into him as cum seeped out around his cock, but it was no use; eventually the cow's supple body refused to take any more, and with every thrust more and more liquid passion poured from Lori's nethers and onto the classroom floor. When he finally, slowly removed his softening length from her, his cum at first dribbled lazily from her pulsing hole, before quickly becoming a veritable waterfall of semen, with Lori's defeated pussy still quivering with every lost drop.

"Miss, I...I'm sorry, I wanted to last longer, but I couldn't. It just felt so good."

Lori's legs gave way under her and she slowly slipped from the desk down onto her knees into the pool of semen drenching the classroom floor. Without skipping a beat she flipped around and sat against the heavy desk, spreading her legs and lifting her slight chub to reveal her cunt: gaping, leaking, hot, throbbing. She was still grinning devilishly at her student. "Who said it's over?" she laughed. "Don't you want some extra credit?"