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"Ms. Rasputin?"

"Come in. Sit."

Trevor pushed the office door open and stepped into the small room. His economics teacher, one Naomi Rasputin, sat patiently behind her desk. Beside her was a book shelf with assorted books on it, mostly pertaining to the subject she taught, along with a few small, personal items, and on her desk were numerous papers and a laptop. Opposite Ms. Rasputin's desk were three short file cabinets, about waist height. How much of the space inside them was actually being used, nobody but her knew. And between the cabinets and the desk, in the space of about three metres, sat a cheap but sturdy looking swivel chair.

"Close the door behind you," Naomi instructed, her tone calm but serious.

Trevor was in trouble. He just knew it.

Nervously, the lithe stallion closed the office door and then sat down. The swivel chair was surprisingly comfortable, but that did little to alleviate the growing feeling of dread inside him.

"Your phone, Mr. Perrovin," Ms. Rasputin requested. She leaned forward, reaching out her hand expectantly.

"My... phone?" Trevor tried not to look guilty as he shamefully withdrew the flat, shiny object from his pocket.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" Naomi asked, her tone sounding almost genuinely questioning, yet somehow comforting.

Sighing, Trevor reluctantly handed over his smart-phone and awaited the impending scolding.

But no scolding came. Instead, the raccoon that was Naomi Rasputin calmly and silently perused her student's collection of photos. Most were of the usual things, friends, family, random objects; but the last several were of particular interest to the economics teacher because they were of her. Turning the phone this way and that, Naomi admired her student's talent with some interest. She wasn't too pleased that he'd taken the photos without her permission, or that he'd done so during class, but she couldn't deny the photos were quite good. Some of them were random little moments in time, captured and preserved with pristine clarity, conveying at a glance various aspects of her personality and demeanour. However, some of the photos were much more specific, focusing on the bold curves of her wide hips, the deep cleavage of her ample breasts exposed by her low neck blazer, her thick, round thighs, and even her hair, long and golden blonde.

"You seem to be quite skilled at photography, Mr. Perrovin," Naomi complimented her student. "It's rather a shame these have to be deleted. I _can't_let you keep them."

Trevor hung his head in shame. "I'm sorry, Ms. Rasputin."

After deleting the photos and making sure there were no others, Naomi lay the phone down on her desk and sat upright in her chair. She straightened her blazer, tugging it down, and breathed deeply, making her chest heave and strain a little against her attire.

Looking up again, Trevor was just in time to see this display and he couldn't help but stare, just a little. The raccoon's breasts had to be an F-cup, by the stallion's guess, maybe even the next size up? Either way, they were round and perky, pressed together in that tight blazer with nothing more than a black, lace push-up bra underneath. Although only a third of her breasts were on display, the neckline of Naomi's blazer went below them, so the bra she wore underneath could quite easily be seen. Or not seen at all on the days she decided not to wear one. It was a common theory among the students of the college that Naomi Rasputin regularly slept with the college's chancellor in order to get away with her revealing choice of dress code. Whether or not that was actually true, only she knew.

"You're a smart boy, Trevor," Ms. Rasputin began, her voice seeming less stern than before, "Your grades are good, you're rarely late or absent, and you are eager to participate during lectures. But this," Naomi picked up the phone and waved it limply at her student before setting it back down, "is a distraction. Not to mention an invasion of privacy."

Trevor was about to apologise a second time, but he stopped when Ms. Rasputin stood up and walked around the side of her desk. Calmly, the curvaceous, 5'8" economics teacher moved to stand in front of the 19 year old stallion before seating her rear on the desk and lifting one leg over the other. As she did, Trevor thought he glimpsed a hint of gold, that same gold that adorned the top of his teacher's head before washing down her back like a shower of hair.

The sight of Naomi's breasts heaving out of her blazer already had Trevor's hormones heating up, but the thought that she was sitting right in front of him, her pelvis almost at eye level, while wearing nothing under that tight, knee length skirt, made the Palomino's hormones start blazing. His arousal grew as his imagination began to run away from him. Did she often go commando? Did she have long or short pubic hair? Was it only above her sex, or all over? The more Trevor thought about it, the more his erection expanded into the leg of his trousers.

Naomi, of course, noticed his interest in her immediately. In fact, she'd been looking for an excuse to get him alone in her office for a couple of months, now. When she'd noticed him trying to hide taking photos of her in class, with his smart-phone, the 46 year old woman leapt at the opportunity. Unlike most other males, Trevor had a light frame and a feminine face. If his hair were longer and he wore a skirt or dress, he could probably have passed for a girl, albeit a very flat girl.

With a slight smile on her face, Naomi watched as the extension in Trevor's pants leg grew longer and thicker. Despite the rest of his body, he was a true horse where it counted.

"I'm willing to overlook this little infraction," Naomi said, trying to keep her serious teacher voice, "on one condition."

Upon hearing her words, Trevor realised he was staring at his teacher's lap and immediately looked up, although his eyes quickly darted back down to her chest, pulled like an elastic band when his brain registered an unexpected but very welcome sight his eyes had washed over on their way up. Naomi had pulled the front of her blazer open a little further, showing off more of those incredible breasts of hers and her small, pink nipples peeking just over the top of her bra. Trevor's eyes widened and his erection thickened further, making the legs of his pants grow tight.

The golden blonde haired raccoon sat on her desk, one leg crossed over the other, and with her breasts over half exposed, like it was all no big deal. She seemed not to even notice, as if she wasn't aware. But when Trevor felt Naomi's toes touch against the inside of his knee and slide up his inner thigh, he became acutely aware of his own arousal and realised his teacher's display was deliberate.

But why? Was this a trap? Was she teasing him out of some cruel, twisted pleasure? Or maybe it was punishment; she would dangle such a succulent treat in front of him only to snatch it away the moment he tried to grab it. Or was he dreaming? Hallucinating?

Trevor shifted in his seat. He wasn't sure what to say or do, and didn't know where to look. The chances that this was leading to some kind of trouble seemed high and he didn't want to fall for any tricks.

"W-what condition might that be?" Trevor asked nervously, trying not to look directly at Ms. Rasputin's mostly bare breasts.

While sliding her toes higher along her student's thigh, Naomi parted her own thighs and pulled the bottom of her skirt up as high as she could while still sitting on half of it. This gave Trevor a clear view of Naomi's thick, long haired bush residing untamed and unrestricted between her legs. The feminine looking stallion's heart began to race and his erection throbbed in his pants leg.

"If you promise not to let yourself become distracted in my class any more, I will forgive you this one time, _and_give you something much better than a photo."

Was that really it? Was she for real? Did she really mean what Trevor's horned up mind thought she meant? It was far too good to be true, but Trevor couldn't resist this offer. He _had_to know. Biology demanded it!

"I-I promise..." Trevor stammered, his gaze locked onto the sight of Naomi's lower region practically splayed before him.

"Good. Stand up," Naomi's voice was sharp and commanding as her foot retreated from Trevor's leg and her skirt was tugged back down to her knees.

_ Dammit. I knew it had to be a lie_, Trevor thought. His heart sank as he absently obeyed the instruction given.

But it wasn't a lie. As Naomi stood up from sitting on her desk, she tugged on the two buttons that kept her blazer together. Next, she undid the two small buttons on the side of her skirt and pushed the garment down off of her wide, curved hips before letting it fall the rest of the way to the floor.

When Trevor saw what was actually happening, he looked up at his economics teacher with renewed arousal and glee.

"Remove pants," Naomi said, almost with a giggle.

Trevor realised he must look a fool just standing there and immediately began unbuckling his belt and pushing down his pants. But before they were all the way to his ankles, the woman almost three decades his senior reached past him to move the swivel chair aside and placed one hand on her student's chest. Trevor clumsily stepped backwards as Naomi pushed him up against the filing cabinets. Once there, she got down on her knees and yanked the Palomino's boxer shorts down as well. Now free of any restraint, Trevor's erection sprang out to greet his teacher.

Like his body, which was white and tan patched, Trevor's shaft was also patched, with pink and white. Admiring its shape, size and colour, Naomi glided one hand along the underside, moving all the way to Trevor's rather sizable testicles, each of which was about the size of a peach. She wrapped the fingers of her other hand around Trevor's shaft (as best she could) between his medial ring and tip, giving it a firm, steady stroking. In response, Trevor couldn't help but push his hips forward. He bit his lip as he felt the pleasure build up inside of him from her cupping and squeezing his balls, fondling and juggling them in her fingers while her other hand stimulated his length.

Naomi spent a good couple of minutes working the stallion's erection. She licked and kissed his tip until it flared out and pre began to leak from his urethra. When it did, Naomi released him from her grip immediately. Trevor winced at the denial, pushing his hips forward instinctively, seeking for a way to finish what had been started.

"That's enough of that," Ms. Rasputin teased, "Can't have you making a mess, now, can we?"

Standing up, Naomi instructed Trevor to close his eyes and open his mouth. Obediently, he obliged. After removing her blazer and bra, Naomi began to squeeze and stroke one of her large, round breasts in an outward motion, and before long, thin squirts of milk erupted from her nipple. It took Trevor a moment to realise what was happening when he first felt the sweet tasting trickle of liquid splash onto his tongue. When he did, he hungrily lapped it up. Opening his eyes, the economics student saw the delicious nectar running down his teacher's now completely naked body and spraying in the direction of his mouth with each squeeze. Her accuracy was spot on, which lead Trevor to believe she did this often, which in turn only roused more questions and interests in his mind.

"Oh, you like that?" Naomi chuckled. "Come, drink."

Trevor didn't need to be told twice. Stepping forward, the youthful stallion fell upon Naomi's breast and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily. He squeezed her breast with his fingers, helping to knead her milk out so that he could eagerly drink it. The raccoon's breasts were soft as cushions but also heavy, no doubt because of a combination of their size and all the milk stored within.

As her student feasted on her breast milk, Naomi let out a light moan of pleasure, being careful not to moan too loudly lest it draw the attention of someone outside her office. And, after a couple of minutes, she decided it was time to begin the real fun.

After prying Trevor from her breast, Naomi turned around and moved her laptop, Trevor's phone, and a few other odds and ends from the middle of her desk, making room for them to climb on top.

"Get up," Ms. Rasputin instructed. Again, Trevor obliged like a well trained pet. He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement well up within him. It wasn't hard to guess where this was going, and it made Trevor feel giddy, like a child finally getting that new toy he'd always wanted. Naomi Rasputin was arguably the most attractive of the college's staff. To get to do these things with her was a dream most males, and even some females longed for.

Naomi gave a small wave of her hand in Trevor's direction, guiding him to shift back further. When he was seated well in the centre of her sturdy, mahogany desk, she stepped forward and lifted one knee onto the desk at the stallion's side. As she climbed up and straddled his lap, Naomi pushed on Trevor's chest so that he would lie down. His shoulders and head hung off the edge of the desk, making his position a touch uncomfortable, but looking up at her from that angle was a sight he wouldn't soon forget, so he didn't care.

With a knee on either side of her student's waist, Naomi held herself upright. She took his partially wilted erection in her hands once more and guided them between her thick, round thighs. Trevor could only stare, admiring her curved figure. Even the slight tummy she had just added to the attractiveness of her shape. Looking down, Trevor now noticed that Ms. Rasputin's bush was situated only above her sex, but its length made it hang down over much of her plump folds, concealing them from view.

Naomi closed her eyes and breathed deeply as she pressed the un-flared head of Trevor's manhood against her womanhood and began lowering her hips. He slid between her moist folds and into her entrance, filling her body and sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. As more of his length entered her, it thickened and hardened, and the tip flared once more. Trevor arched his back and bit his lip, praying internally that he didn't cum too soon and spoil this moment.

Breathing steadily, Naomi took charge and began lifting and lowering her body, bouncing slowly on her young student. Taking hold of his wrists, the raccoon placed Trevor's hands on her hips, which he happily started to knead and caress. The heat inside of her body enveloped Trevor's erection; he felt as though he was standing in front of a fire, and it felt so good. With every rise and fall of her body, Trevor felt her inner walls sliding against his thick, rigid length. He was too long for her to take completely, but she wasn't shying away from trying. Each time Naomi pushed down, she pressed firmly, her cervix pressing against the stallion's flared tip and leaving barely an inch or two of his length untouched. Almost three inches in thickness, Trevor filled Naomi with ease, fitting snugly into her sex like a piston. His shaft pressed against her inner walls as they stretched around him, hugging that log of muscle like a mother clinging to her child. Her juices coated it completely, making it slick and easy to ride as Naomi began to bounce faster. Pleasure spread through the curvaceous woman's body like a flood washing over her, threatening to sweep her away if she let it. Whimpers of euphoria escaped her as she bit her lip.

Now and again, Naomi let the full weight of her thick body settle down on the stallion's lower half and she would rock her hips slowly forward and back. Trevor grits his teeth as he felt his erection move inside of his teacher's body. Her muscles tightened and relaxed over and over, kneading and milking him as he had her milk filled breast. Holding his head up, the youthful stallion admired the sight of Ms. Rasputin on top of him, her thick curves pinning him down as she rode lustfully. Pressing his fingers into her thighs and hips firmly, Trevor stroked and kneaded, wanting to feel her naked, attractive body in his grip for as long as he could; this probably wasn't going to happen again any time soon.

A shower of milk soon rained down on Trevor's face and chest as Naomi's back arched and she squeezed her breasts. He tried to lap up what he could, but since she wasn't aiming like before, that sweet, thin liquid was going everywhere. Reaching up, Trevor wrapped his fingers around those incredible, large orbs. He squeezed and kneaded them, making her milk run over his hands and down his arms.

Gradually, Ms. Rasputin's breathing became shallower. Her bouncing and grinding had merged and now her hips were moving in circles. Forward, up, back, down, forward, up, back, down. It was like she was trying to dig with her pelvis; but the effect it was having was far more pleasurable than digging any hole would've been.

With some effort, the white and tan Palomino lifted himself up from dangling off the edge of the desk. Sitting up, Trevor wrapped his arms around his economics teacher's waist and held her close. He took one of her breasts (the opposite one from earlier) in his mount and sucked hungrily. Naomi wrapped her arms around his head and held him against her breast. Her motions became faster, bouncing, grinding, bucking. Between her legs, Trevor was bucking as well. Inside of her, his length was throbbing, pulsating with life as pre mixed with Naomi's juices. And finally, together, the two of them peaked. Ms. Rasputin could feel the urethra of her student pulsate inside of her, over and over again as each surge of equine seed spilled into her depths. Her own walls contracted, tightening in orgasmic bliss around Trevor's length and encouraging his load to fill her. Naomi continued to buck and grind, riding out her orgasm. Trevor just sucked on her breast, feasting on her milk and revelling in the unbelievable experience that was this moment.

As she slowly came down from her pleasure induced high, the mid-forties raccoon remained straddled on her student's lap, basking in the afterglow. Much like a mother nursing her child, Naomi gently stroked Trevor's head as he continued to suck on her breast. But eventually this moment would have to come to an end.

"Don't you have another class to get to?" Ms. Rasputin inquired, her tone sounding somewhat motherly.

Reluctantly, Trevor released her breast from his mouth and sighed.

With a pleasured inhale, Naomi lifted herself off of Trevor's semi-stiff shaft, allowing a good sized dollop of thick cream to escape and run down the underside of it. Splashes of milk covered the desk, the floor, and Naomi's chair, and a warm pool of thick, white fluid resided between her student's legs. It was a good thing Naomi kept clean wipes in the bottom draw of her desk.

The two separated and climbed off the desk. Trevor did so silently, and without looking at his teacher. He wasn't quite sure how to act. Should he pretend like this hadn't happened? Could he act intimately towards her, now? He wondered how she felt about this. Did it bother her at all in any way?

When he was dressed, Trevor turned to look at his economics teacher, who was now behind her desk using clean wipes to wipe up the splotches of white dotted around the office. He immediately noticed a subtle sway in her hips as she worked, and she hadn't bothered to dress. With a smirk, Trevor realised everything was fine. This had been a casual little encounter, nothing more.

After watching for a few moments (admiring her figure in all its naked beauty), Trevor cleared his throat to get Naomi's attention. "Um, Ms. Rasputin... my phone?"

Naomi looked up at Trevor when he cleared his throat and then remembered how this had all started. "Oh, yes." Picking up her student's phone, Ms. Rasputin looked at it for a moment. The screen was covered in a thin, patchy layer of her breast milk. She thought to wipe it off for him, but then decided not to and smiled as she handed it back to him.

"Here you are," she said.

"Thank you," Trevor replied. As he took his phone back, he noticed the splashes of liquid on it and couldn't help but smile as well. He gave it a lick and then placed it in his pocket before turning and heading for the door.

"Mr. Perrovin," Naomi called just as her student was about to leave her office. Trevor stopped and turned to face her. She was standing with her hip resting against the desk while holding up one breast with one hand and wiping it off with her other hand.

"The next time you want to take photos," she said, looking up at him with a playful smile, "just ask."

Pulling out his phone once more, the lithe stallion held it up and asked, "May I?"

Naomi posed, giving her breast a squeeze as she licked across its top.

With a click and a grin, Trevor took the photo and then headed out the door.

"And do make it soon," Naomi whispered to herself.