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Catherine bowed her head in front of the mirror in the faculty bathroom. The bay mare released heavy sigh and looked up, checking her mascara and eyeliner. Both had held up despite the few tears she recently cried. She ran her hands through her blonde mane, fixing the wavy curls so they more evenly parted across the right side of her face. This highlighted the white crescent that crossed her brown cheek, the end of one point terminating under a blue eye. She adjusted the fuchsia blouse she wore, unhooking a single button at the top to expose some of her cleavage as a spite towards her fiancé. _He_was the reason she had to leave her students to work in their studio art class while she quietly cried in the bathroom like some middle school filly.

She checked her phone. The last message from her fiancé, Baldwin, still read: I just wanted to come clean to you before we did this. No secrets between us. He'd cheated on her, only a week after she agreed to marry him. And the idiotic stallion thought he could tell her over text while she worked and that would be just fine. Her phone vibrated and a new message came onto the screen. I love you, Catherine. The mare nearly threw her phone across the bathroom. She did kick the wall hard enough to crack the tile with her hoof. How dare he say something like that when he'd not even apologized. Fucking worthless stallion.

Catherine took a deep breath. She texted back a curt: We will talk about this later, then turned her phone off. She needed to push this aside and get through the day. Their wedding was two months away. Catherine had never cared much for the roan stallion she chose to marry, but he_was_ loaded and came from a wealthy family. In the two years they had been dating, she remained faithful to the priss of a stallion so that, for the first time in her life, Catherine could live a lifestyle that didn't dangle from paycheck to paycheck. Being an art teacher to a high school with a graduating class of 150 had never paid her fairly or well.

She stormed out of the bathroom and through the halls back to her classroom. It had taken ten minutes, and knowing high school students, they would be gossiping about what had happened. Was Miss Colón on her period? Sick? Shitting her brains out? Did her mom die? They'd come up with anything, honestly.

It was sixth period, near the end of the day. She heard the students of her AP Art Studio chattering when she re-entered the room. The furs went quiet while she walked across the room, weaving around the tables to her desk before she turned on them and said, "Any questions about the assignment?"

They all stared at her for a moment, but then went back to work on the landscape drawings they all worked on at their desks. Large sheets of paper carried pencil scratchings of a base sketch with an accompanying photograph as a reference. She resisted the urge to announce to her students what a bastard her husband was (she would not be _that_teacher that overshared her personal life), and took a seat at her desk. It did not take long for the bell to ring. She went through a rote set of reminders for her students, and sat at the desk, letting the furs files out of the room before it was just her. Her art room could hold thirty students for the Art 101 class students took to blow off, but had the supplies for students actually trying to get somewhere with their skills. She even had a kiln so they could have a pottery class, something she had to fight the principal to get. All along the room hung student pieces she collected and admired over the years. The thirty-two-year-old mare had been teaching art since she graduated with her BA in college. She used to be quite the painter herself, but, ironically, being an art teacher did not lend itself to affording art supplies, so she had fallen out of practice.

She tidied up around the room, dragging her hooves so she didn't need to have her inevitable confrontation with Baldwin. Along a shelf in the back she found a English textbook that didn't belong to her class. She opened it and saw written in the front was the name on of her first hour students.

Catherine set the book on the desk, opting to return it to him tomorrow. The mare turned her phone back on and saw a string of messages from Baldwin. She skimmed them, and took a deep breath before she wrote back, I'm not going to break off the engagement because I at least heard this from you. But we are going to have a serious talk when I get home. Maybe couples counseling. I don't know how I'm supposed to trust you anymore.

She sent the message while standing in front of her desk, back to the door. It did not take long for her fiancé to respond: Alright. I'm sorry for--

Catherine heard the door open and quickly set her phone face down. Through the door stepped Rayne Harrier, sweaty from a recently finished football practice. The Clydesdale colt had an entirely jet black coat that was glossy in the too-bright overhead lights. His shaggy fetlocks were white, and currently he wore only gym shorts and shirt. His black mane stuck to his sweaty coat and his green eyes were stunning coming from all that black. And he was massive. Tall enough his ears brushed the tops of doorways when he walked through them with shoulders broader than most college linebackers. His tight, teenage muscles had not quite filled out with adulthood, but clearly the boy worked out to a point of obsession.

Catherine knew the colt by reputation, a troublemaker in his classes. But she'd never seen him like this--not mixed up in a throng of students. She felt fluttering in her chest as she admired the obvious bulge of the colt's balls and sheath. Even from across the room, his scent hit her and left her feeling a little warm between the thighs: the salty, earthy scent of colt. Sharp and strong.

He smirked when he saw her, and made Catherine realized her mouth hung open a little. His shorts did nothing to hide the obvious bulge he lugged, and it was hard not to look at when anyone seemed so lewd.

"Oh, Miss Colón, good thing you're here," he said. "My friend left his English book here, did you, uh, see it?"

Catherine nodded and said, "It's right here on my desk."

She turned to grab it, hearing the colt walk across the room. Suddenly that ripe scent made her a little dizzy. The teenage boy's musk caught her off guard. She liked the smell of males, but her fiancé always kept his coat immaculate and polished his scent with expensive colognes. She hadn't smelled musk this potent in years. It made her freeze up, and she felt Rayne against her back. His bulge rubbed against her pencil skirt, and he whispered, "Problem Miss Colón?"

Catherine flinched and spun around, leaning back against her desk a little with a sharp blush on her face. She had the book in her hand and shoved it into his chest. "Here."

Rayne chuckled. "You doing okay?" He did not back up, his legs touched hers and Catherine was close to toppling back onto the desk to put distance between them. He added, "One of my friends said they saw you running to the bathroom crying."

"I'm fine, Rayne."

"If you need someone to talk to Miss Colón..." his hand brushed her thigh, and the mare realized she was trembling.

"Leave now, Rayne," Catherine said, but it came out a weak gasp. And now the colt's hand had reached the hem of her skirt.

"Heh, you're blushing an awful lot. No need to be embarrassed, Miss Colón. I tend to have that effect on mares."

Catherine couldn't look at the colt's stupid, handsome smirk, so she watched while his hand coaxed her skirt up her trembling thigh. She didn't stop him. She didn't want him to stop. She told herself it was spite for her fiancé charging this need in her. Not the scent of the young teenage stud in front of her, or how he knew_just_ where to dig in his nails on her skin. Her thighs parted a little, and those fingers disappeared beneath her skirt and rubbed against her mound. Catherine leaned forward, grabbing the stallion's arm, but not to stop him, just for support. He moved closer, and soon her head rested at the crook of his armpit. His fingers rubbed against her panties, and Catherine realized then she had become embarrassingly wet.

She was shaking against him. Everything about this: fucking in her classroom, fucking a student, cheating on her pathetic husband--all of it had her wired up. And the scent of him... Catherine let her muzzle stayed buried in the boys pit, taking deep breaths of that strong, salt musk of stallion. A bit earthy, but so potent in a teenage boy that it nearly made her eyes water. Her hands touched his stomach and pressed against the firm abdomen beneath his shirt. She wanted him to the point of begging. Why was she falling so easily into this?

Rayne's fingers he broke off contact from her panties. Catherine, barely aware she did it, whimpered when he stepped back, her hands reaching for him while he held her phone in his hand. He grunted, "Your husband seems like a real piece of shit."

"Wha... what are you?" the haze in Catherine's head began to lift a little.

"Don't worry about it," Rayne told her before putting her phone back on the desk. "I sent your contact info to my phone. Be in touch Miss Colón." He winked and left her alone, her skirt still half drawn on up, and her cunt still so inflamed she needed to resist the urge to beg he come back.

The door shut behind Rayne. Catherine reached down and touched her still sensitive mound, coming back up her delicate white fingers held strings of her juices between them. What the fuck had just happened?

***

Catherine barely talked to her fiancé when she got home. With what he did, she had all the excuse needed to remain distant. She still felt mad. But now part of that anger was self-directed. She never once thought about putting a hand on one of a student or letting them touch her. Rayne did it like she asked him to, and now some fuckboy seventeen year old had her phone number. Catherine sat on the edge of the king-sized bed in the master bedroom of their--still _Baldwin's_home. It was a four thousand square foot house that Catherine considered a mansion compared to the trailers she grew up in and studio apartments she spent her adult life in. The soft, finely threaded latte colored sheets felt good to run her hand along.

She locked the door to their room to keep Baldwin out. She may not let him in tonight at all, which would be fine. He could sleep in one of the guest rooms while she figured out what she wanted to say, and what to do about Rayne. Soon as her thoughts turned back to the boy, and the phone beside her vibrated. She flinched and then checked the number. An unrecognized number from out of state, but it was Rayne:

Hey, Miss Colón, sucks about your husband.

I didn't ask you and I'm blocking this number.

Oh I wouldn't

Catherine hesitated, a little worried he might blackmail her.

Another message from Rayne. This one an image. It was the boy's front, his stomach a solid trunk of muscle with a trail of thick white hairs going down the center of it. A powerful set of hips, tremendous thighs with enough muscle the kid could probably lift a car off its tires. And a mottled cock dominated the frame, half hard and struggling under its own weight. The shaft was already easily bigger than her fiancé's. And the hint of heavy balls, partially obscured by dick, the left nut hanging lower than the right and each one the size of her fist. She gaped at it, and the memory of his scent from before, her muzzle buried in her pit, and now the sudden longing to know what it would smell like buried at the base of that thick line of white hairs right above his cock. What those balls must taste like after being hauled around in a sweaty jock all day...

Another message distracted her.

Now you send me one Miss Colón.

A quid pro quo. She felt sick, seriously considering it. She set her phone down and paced the room. Her heart hammered in her chest from a frustrating desire to give this boy what he wanted. The thought of him, a student, having this... control over her did something to her. Her panties were still damp, and an aching heat had coiled in her hips when she saw what the young stud carried. It was wrong certainly. She just found out her fiancé cheated on her, and she shouldn't to stoop to his level. But... when she glanced at that cock again something snapped inside her. She stripped off her skirt and panties, and fell back into the king sized bed. Catherine raised her legs spread eagle before reaching for her phone. With one hand she spread her labia open, which was sticky and wet, and in the other hand she took a picture. She glanced at it just to make sure the photo wasn't blurry. In it, you could see her round, full thighs framing her wet cunt, glistening juices trailing down her taint and into the slopes of her ass. Strings of her need split across the pink petals of her open sex, connecting to slim, white fingers that met snugly just above a hard clit rising out of its hood.

Catherine sent it with, This what you want, stud?

Her compliance seemed to encourage the boy, who responded, Fuck Miss Colón you're hot.

This time Catherine smirked. It did feel good to feel lusted over. And fuck her husband.

Tomorrow I want you to come over to my house during school.

Shit, for real?

_You were the one touching my pussy after class today, stud. You want it, don't you? Ditch class, I'll call in a sub, and I can spend the day giving you some one on one tutoring._Catherine sent this while rubbing a few fingers along her mound.

Send me your addy, and I'll send you a video to tide you over till then.

Catherine did, and then opened the picture Rayne sent earlier. Her fingers burrowed into her sopping cunt and she gasped, legs clasping around her hand as she tried to imagine those probing digits were Rayne back in her art room. That he just held her against his pit and made her inhale his scent while he fingered her to an orgasm.

By the time video got sent, she'd already cum once. She opened the video, and heard Baldwin knock on the door. A weak willed call from his high voice, which she ignored in favor of the video of a real stud jerking off his massive cock for her. For her. This boy would be for her and fuck everything else.

***

This boy didn't turn up until 10 in the morning. She had called into work and given her husband the cold shoulder. He wisely decided to give her time alone, and then she waited, first in lingerie and then with a robe over it when it became clear her "stud" planned on sleeping in. For a time, Catherine wondered if Rayne got cold hooves.

To the point when the doorbell rang she opened the door thinking it some delivery. But blocking out the doorway was Rayne, the colt panting from a jog over here. He wore the same workout clothes Catherine saw him in the day before. She forgot to be mad soon as she smelled him.

He held up an arm and leaned against the doorframe before he licked his lips, caught his breath, and said, "Hey babe."

Catherine nearly laughed. Turned out cocky stud and dork was an easy line to cross. She did let herself smile before pulling him inside. The door closed behind him and the colt gasped a little when she reached up and tugged him into a kiss. His lips were soft, and yielded to hers before he leaned into it. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she shuddered as his big hands worked under her robe to grab her bare waist. He groped the bay mare there, hands sliding down to squeeze along her butt. The stud was a good kisser, better than Baldwin, who Catherine had to teach just to make him passible. This boy, though, was eager, lips working tenderly against hers, tongue sometimes teasing hers into his mouth but mostly it was him filling her muzzle. And he liked it, too. For all his cockiness, he stamped his hoof and shuddered. Catherine needed to plant both hands on his chest to shove him back.

She saw then his cock had dropped. The shaft left a clear outline along his shorts where finally the flat equine head peeked out of the garment. She stared for a moment, and he chuckled and groped his length, let her watch a single drop of pre slip onto the floor before he asked, "See something you like?"

"J-just follow me upstairs," she said, and turned her back.

A big hand closed around her wrist and spun her around. She slammed into his chest and he held her there. "Nah babe," Rayne said, "I think I want you to suck me off right here. And if you do a good job then I'll follow you back to the bedroom."

Pressed against him like this felt good. His scent made her tear up. It was so strong Catherine felt her cunt heating up and a curtain going down over her good judgement. She knew if she gave this colt an inch he'd take a mile, but... did she really mind that? Catherine whimpered against him, and his deep, rumbling, "Mmmm..." she felt run along her breasts as they rubbed into him. "I think you get who's the boss here. I bet you like it that way, too, huh? You're just too embarrassed to admit it."

Catherine said through grit teeth, "Sh-shut up."

He laughed at her, and a hand on her shoulder pushed her down to her knees. She suddenly came face to colt cock. That massive organ visibly throbbed in his shorts and its powerful scent made her pussy clench around nothing. God, if she'd been anywhere near her heat she would be a disaster for this boy. He might trigger an early heat if she wasn't careful. Not that it mattered when she felt a hand run through her blonde curls and shove her against that crotch. He growled and said, "Take a deep breath babe, I'm gonna make sure you _reek_of it before I leave."

Fuck. Catherine felt a shot of shuddering pleasure run through her at the promise of that. He smelled so much better than her fiancé. Sweaty and virile. She took another breath, and each seeming breath made her accept this more and more. She really did want a student at her school to fuck her. Fuck this colt could breed her and she wouldn't care if the foal came out black-coated with none of Baldwin's roan markings. What a perfect fuck you to her fiancé that would be.

Her hands hooked against the waistband of his shorts and she tugged the offending fabric away. Rayne wore a jock on the way here, which cupped his balls but clearly did nothing for that stud cock, which bounced up and bumped Catherine's face. She tested the weight of his shaft. Like the slab of beef shoulder from a feral cow. A shaft of meat she couldn't close around both hands, and which clearly surpassed her forearm in length. Not to mention the head that, if it could penetrate her, would be like getting fisted. And it'd not even flared yet.

Catherine was no amateur, and knew better than to start with a stud's shaft. She nuzzled down the side of it to show her appreciation before rubbing her muzzle into the colt's sheath. A deep inhale. More of that sharp, colt scent that left her heady and now panting. Her thighs started rubbing together just to give her pussy some kind of stimulation. Her panties, she knew, were quickly soaking through. Her attention, though, remained on this teenage boy. Her nostrils now rubbing into the fabric of his jock. She licked the cotton fabric, releasing a shuddering moan at the salty taste of colt buried in the jock. It clearly had not been washed in a minute, but that was just another piece to appreciate in terms of this stud. How he let his masculinity pile on in layers so mares like her could peel them back with their worship.

Searching for more of that scent, her fingers began to slide that jock off. Rayne released a pleased sigh as his massive nuts finally hung free. Catherine cupped one of the sweaty sacks, appreciating the smooth dark flesh in her palm before she nuzzled into it. Her nostrils became completely smothered in Rayne's scrotum. Her cunt ached, but she obediently worshipped the colt. Licking the smooth flesh, sucking roughly against it, each ball just a little too big to actually fit in her mouth. The taste of him was just as potent as his scent, and this tantalizing worship felt close to edging her body. She was lost in a haze of lustful, musky colt.

Rayne nickered a little and stamped his hoof. "Fuck, you're even sluttier than I figured. Come on, I think it's time you and my cock get to know each other."

Catherine, eyes drooping, face a little flushed, leaned backwards.. The colt squeezed the base of his shaft in and pointed its tip at her. She obediently kissed the cock head--dragged her tongue over his urethra and tasted the young stud's pre cum. She lapped up the slimy, salty substance and toyed with it in her mouth, shuddering out how potent it already felt. His pre was even thicker than Baldwin's weakling loads. She kissed his cock again, and then, keeping her lips tightly to that throbbing breeding organ, began opening her muzzle. Fitting that blunt tip in her mouth took work, but she enjoyed watching the colt tremble, a little breathless himself as his cock head was enveloped in her warm mouth. Her tongue worked along the underside of his shaft, and she felt a vein there twitch when more pre shot into her muzzle. She moaned around Rayne's dick, hands groping the shaft's middle while she tried to work more of that meat inside her.

The taste of it obliterated her senses and left her poor cunny in state of burning tension. But it didn't matter as much as servicing this dick in front of her. Her stud's tail whipped back and forth while she worked more of that shaft down her muzzle, slowly, surely pushing it towards her throat. She could have Baldwin fuck her face while she graded homework, but this stud took all her attention. She suppressed the urge to gag as he started to slowly enter her throat. Cock flesh meeting a hot, wet interior that swallowed around the stud's breeding organ and made him whine a little like the boy he was.

A boy who needed to rut her throat badly.

His firm hand closed around the back of her head and he bucked his hips forward. Cock ploughed down Catherine's throat. It burned to take it like that, an obvious bulge along her neck from the effort. Rayne cursed and held her still while her throat muscles swallowed and clamped around him. Even with all that cock inside her, still a third of it remained outside her muzzle. Her jaw ached, and that medial ring pressed against her lips. She struggled to breathe around that mass of flesh while Rayne quaked and his cock throbbed and leaked pre down her throat. She felt with her tongue the thick liquid traveling down the length of the shaft. Her entire mouth tasted of him. Tears streamed down her cheeks from the rough deep throat, but she couldn't remember the last time she felt so fucking hot for anyone. She wanted this boy to use her like a slut.

Rayne began moving his hips, pumping back and forth. Cute, little breathy gasps tumbled from his mouth as he huffed and quickly worked his way to orgasm. Catherine felt it with how his cockhead flared and left an outline in her throat. Saw it coming in the way his balls started to clench up. Heard it in Rayne huffing, "F-fuck... no one's been able to deep throat me before..." Of course not, big studs like him needed slut mares like her to take care of them. She'd beg him to cum if she could, instead she swallowed and moaned around his dick. Her noises came cut off when he ploughed into her throat, a series of "Mmph--hrrk!" as that cock pumped in and out. It was like his climax pushed her to her own shuddering orgasm, and maybe it was. Her body felt hot all over, her robe and panties felt painfully sensitive against her skin. And each time his cock pistoned inward her cunny clenched down as if it was mimicking the work of her sucking mouth.

Rayne neighed loud enough to be heard from the front yard. They both went still, his dick locked inside her throat when she felt that first shot of seed surge down his shaft and flood her insides. Catherine choked and struggled, and Rayne let her pull back to just the flared head in her mouth. The next blast of spunk flooded her muzzle so quickly it blasted through her sinuses. Seed leaked from her nostrils and around her lips while she tried to swallow the thick, virile load. The potent cum left a new taste in Catherine's mouth that finally broke her self-control. She reached between her thighs and dug her desperate fingers into her cunt. She came with a scream strangled by another shot of seed before Rayne growled and pulled out finally, furiously jerking his cock while Catherine panted and unswallowed cum spilled onto her breast. Her robe had come open in the face-fuck, revealing the transparent, lilac lingerie she wore over her front. Her nipples poked out against the fabric as fat drops of cum fell on them. Then Rayne blasted her again, and this time seed fell in splattering line across her blond mane, her brow, an eye, her face, and across her heaving breasts. Catherine moaned at the heat of it and rubbed it through the lingerie into her breast with one hand while her other hand fingered her pussy, juices gushing into her thighs as her core spasmed. She was certain she'd never had an orgasm this hard in this house. She was so wracked by pleasure she barely noticed Rayne coating her in several more ropes of cum.

When she came out of her daze, she _did_reek of colt. Colt cock, colt musk, colt cum. Fuck it felt good.

Rayne leaned against the door, catching his breath. He watched her like he just made a great discovery. A discovery, Catherine suspected, they made together. He reached over to a standing coat rack and grabbed one of Baldwin's peacoats. She tossed it at her and said, "Here, use this to clean up."

Catherine caught it and held the dark, fine coat away from her. She glanced at him and back to the coat. "Do you know..." she paused when she realized how raw her voice sounded. Swallowing, she tried again, "Do you know how expensive this is?"

"Yeah, I do, actually. And I want your boyfriend to reek of me, too." Catherine looked at him, his cock now half-hard while he groped it. He smirked and said, "Hurry up, babe, we're far from done." Without a second thought, she smeared the colt's seed into the coat.

When she threw the peacoat on the floor, it was thickly stained in the stud's seed. The navy fabric completely ruined, stepped on by a large black hoof as Rayne crouched beside her and scooped Catherine off the ground. She felt like a filly in the teenager's arms, and laughed a little while she hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him again. It felt good to do, to really sink into this and relish the boy's strength and scent. Savor the feeling of his glossy jet coat rubbing against her bay one, her delicate white fingers grabbing fistfuls of his thick dark mane. Even his mane was thicker and stronger than Baldwin's. She shuddered in his arms while he held her bridal style and filled Catherine's mouth with his tongue.

Rayne broke the kiss and nickered a little impatiently before he said, "Which way to your bedroom?"

Catherine felt a little giddy now: like she was years younger and invincible. She giggled and said, "This way stud..." and directed him through the house.

Rayne kicked open the bedroom door so roughly his hoof left a dent on the solid wood. He sidled through the doorway and spilled Catherine backwards on the sheets of the king-sized bed. He wasted no time throwing off his shirt, revealing the solid plank of muscle. Both dark pecs rose in firm mounds off his coat with thick trails of white hair running from his throat in a trail all the way down his front. He stood at the edge of the bed and laid his hard cock across her front, the shaft resting along the length of her belly and ending just below her diaphragm. It leaked across the lingerie she still wore, and its throbbing weight left Catherine short of breath.

"Think you can take it, babe?"

Catherine bit her lip to keep from begging for it right away. She reached down and touched the shaft before she said, "You're not going to give me a choice are you?"

"Heh, you know your place. Good girl."

Rayne crouched down and tugged Catherine so that her butt hung off the edge. The colt pressed his muzzle against her mound and Catherine's back arched as the teenager hungrily inhaled her scent. Rayne's tail whipped against the floor and he said, "The smell of this has been driving me crazy."

The boy ripped her panties in half like they were made of wet paper, and had it been anyone else Catherine might have been mad. But this colt made it hot. Soon as the offending garment was torn away, his warm lips met hers. Catherine groaned when that boys probing tongue parted her folds and delved inside her hot vent. She wrapped her thighs around his head to keep him close while the colt worked like he was starved. Rayne lapped and cleaned up all the sticky femme cum from before, hungrily tasting the bitter sour of her folds. Her labia glistened with the eager stud's spit. His nostrils bumped against her clit and she ground into him while he worked on probing that delicious, broad tongue deep inside her. But just as she felt a climax about to arrive, Rayne withdrew.

Cock spilled across her folds. That tantalizing spire of flesh burned against the lips of her sex. The shaft slickened by her wet and his spit. Rayne grabbed her ankles and pulled Catherine up so her knees straddled his shoulders. The mare felt her face blushing, panting with cum still matting her blonde hair to her brow. Her robe spilled open and her breasts heaved with each breath. The bright pink nipples poked out against the lingerie's transparent fabric. She was a mess, with her hips drawn up against the Clydesdale's waist. Those massive balls rubbed against her ass while he smirked down at her.

He reached down and rubbed her folds with his thumb. "You want it bad, huh?"

Breathless, Catherine simply nodded.

"I bet you'd let me breed you right now, huh? Like some sow."

"F-fuck..." Catherine whined. He was right, she realized. She never once thought about asking him about condoms.

"You know I'm going to, don't you?"

She moaned and her hips rolled against his waist just to slide that hot shaft of equine meat against her mound.

He laughed at her. "Fucking slut..." said while his thumb sunk into her squirming cunny. That digit felt good, soothed some of her heated ache.

But she needed so much more. "P-please Rayne."

"Least you know to beg. By the end of this, you won't be able to take another male's dick."

She didn't doubt him. Her whole body burned with the tense need to be fucked by this stud. His cock leaked pre on her chest while they spoke, and the bedroom already smelled of the thick, heady musk of horny colt. He pulled his thumb out of her pussy and grabbed his shaft, just under the head. He gave it a squeeze and a thick bead of pre shot to Catherine's throat. Even the boy's pre cum seemed potent enough to knock her up.

He lined his shaft up with her cunt. He didn't thrust, but just slowly added pressure. Both horses watched his cock slowly cave in her mound. Her vent strained against the pressure of his shaft, before it finally gave and the head of his cock popped into her cunt. Catherine groaned from the burn of being spread further than she ever had before. She never took a dick quite like Rayne's, and immediately her walls clamped down on him while the stud's nostrils flared at the sensation of her wet, milking walls. His hips bucked forward and Catherine gasped, as several inches of stud cock sunk deeper inside her. Her pussy strained around it. She felt every vein and fine texture of that cock as it left her walls gaping open.

He stopped, panting himself. "God damn... does your boy even fuck you? You're fucking tight slut."

Listening to him degrade her relationship to Baldwin just made Catherine moan. She could barely speak. Especially when Rayne drew back and with a growl ploughed deeper into her vent. His cock hollowed her out, half the meaty shaft slamming into her cunt. Catherine could barely breath, the warmth and tension in her belly felt too great. She hadn't cum yet, but she knew she might soon. His dick opened her up so much it rubbed against her g-spot without any effort. Her hands clawed at the sheets. With a grunt Rayne whipped back and thrust forward again. This time his medial ring popped inside her pussy and the mare screamed. That tension in her snapped back like a drawn bow and she clamped tight on the fat cock inside her. Her hips rolled and bucked. Tears beaded her eyes again and her cunt spasmed while Rayne laughed at her. His laughter just made her hotter as the orgasm burned through her body. When it ended, her cunt loosened up and suddenly Rayne hilted her.

Catherine felt like she was punched deep in her core as that equine cock head slammed against her cervix. She moaned weakly. Rayne leaned over her with the mare's legs pushed back so she nearly folded together. Rayne grunted and stamped a hoof. "Knew a slut like you could take the full thing." He whickered and ground his hips back and forth a bit before he swore, "I'm gonna fuck you stupid, bitch." Catherine already felt she'd been fucked stupid. In the haze of pleasure, she felt weak as that shaft began to slide from her. She whimpered a little before Rayne cut her off by slamming back in. Catherine's whole body rocked against the bed--the bed rocked a little as well. Rayne grit his teeth and started to really rut her.

Rayne kept her at a constant plateau. That first orgasm turned into a constant, aching numbness that left her legs too wobbly to even try and fight back as the stud took her. Each time his cock pulled out femme cum came rushing out around it. It leaked across her ass, matted her blonde tail, and made his balls smack wetly against his ass. In a matter of minutes the room smelled so sordidly of sex it reminded Catherine of weekend long fuck sessions with her boyfriend in college. Catherine was left whimpering and mewling on the bed, her body occasionally squirming weakly as cock pounded out any other feeling in the world. Her cunt quickly ached, was overstimulated and still stimulated some more.

Then, from a pocket in the robe she still wore, her phone spilled on the bed. When Rayne noticed it he stopped, hilted inside Catherine. The mare was so taken aback she thought the colt had suddenly finished. But no, his cock simply jerked and throbbed inside her, but the head still had not flared. Panting, sweat sliding down his body, he reached for her phone.

Catherine struggled to find words. "Wh... what are..."

Rayne said while keying in buttons, "Calling your husband."

"Uh--mmph!" Catherine tried to sit up, but the dick inside her kept her firmly planted to the bed. She gasped and said, "Don't..."

Rayne laughed, "It's already dialing." He tossed the phone onto the bed. "Hang up, if you really don't want him to hear me breed you."

Rayne's hands closed around her waist, fingers and thumbs nearly touching with how big he was compared to her. Catherine reached for the phone but Rayne quickly began fucking her. Rougher, faster than before. His hips smacked smacked smacked against her waist and the thought of stopping this became obliterated by the sensation of his cockhead pounding her cervix into dust. She heard her husband pick up, but anything else was drowned out by her scream as she came again. Her cunt squirted against Rayne's stomach. Her juices spilled across his abs while he laughed and said, "That's it bitch, let him know!" Catherine moaned rakishly while cock hollowed her out. Colt cock making her head a blissful haze. Her whole body in a numb state of corrupt ecstasy that made her thrash beneath him. But all her struggling might as well have been nothing as the teenager fucked his teacher's pussy. Her insides were being stirred into a wet, unrecognizable mess. He was ruining her for Baldwin and she didn't care what happened so long as he kept on fucking her.

And Catherine felt his tip of his dick begin to inflate again. The promise of a flare began to force her cunt open even wider as that flesh practically scraped against her tender walls. That flare tugged at her entrance when he nearly pulled out before ploughing in, knocking against her g-spot. It was so much. Too much. Catherine begged. "Please! Ah! Cum!"

"What's that slut?"

"I-I-I--oooh f-f-fuck! Rayne breed me!"

Rayne laughed at her again, even as his thrusts became more ragged. The jagged ploughing of her cunt left Catherine bucking up against him, trying her best to join him, to get bred. She might as well have been in heat with how badly she wanted his foal.

Rayne's whinny practically came out a scream when he finally hilted her. Catherine felt cum travel along the length of that cock before it sprayed against her battered cervix. The barrier practically caved in as a rushing flood of cum crashed through it into the mare's fertile womb. Catherine moaned and felt herself cumming again. This time she didn't squirt, just dryly tried to milk the shaft knocking her up. The teenager. Her student. Her stud. She'd carry as many of his kids as she wanted. Fuck. She felt thick seed weigh down her core, push back out around her cunt. Thick streams of spunk slid down his churning balls and her ass. It curled down her back, pooled on the edge of the bed, and dripped onto the floor. And most importantly, it soaked her cunt in the potent colt cum. Her womb felt full. She her stomach distended a little from the sheer volume as each jerk and pump of that cock sowed more seed inside her. Pushed more out her pussy at each churn of his mighty balls.

Rayne panted against her. Her legs slipped from his shoulders and wrapped around his waist to keep him tightly sealed to Catherine's hips. She barely even noticed doing it. As if her body responded just to instinct for this stud. Eventually he looked down at her, both horses staring and panting. Then he kissed her again, his cock twitching a little as she weakly received him. Her entire lower half ached with a delightful pain.

When Rayne broke the kiss, he said, "It sounded like your cuck's coming home. I wanna give him a show when he gets here."

Catherine couldn't do more than shudder in response.

***

Baldwin pulled into the driveway of his home with his heart hammering and his face soaked red. The roan stallion was shaking when he got out of the car. Flustered and furious. He hung up the phone soon as he heard Catherine begging for some stranger to knock her up. The stallion went to the door of their home and found it unlocked. He nearly gagged at the potent stench of cum that struck him when he opened the door.

The floor was covered in thick strands of still drying cum. And crumpled with it was a seven hundred dollar peacoat stained all over with cum. Baldwin might have fainted then, had a scream from upstairs not made him call, "Catherine!" before he rushed upstairs.

He wasn't sure if it was the stench or the sight that made him halt in the doorway of his master bedroom. The smell of colt cum mixed thickly with the heated need of Catherine, her scent stronger than he'd ever smelt it. Like she had been put into an unsuppressed heat. Mixed with the smell of colt spunk and musk made for a heady cocktail that caused an unwilling stirring in his crotch.

Then there was Catherine grinding backwards against some hulking stranger, both naked horses sitting at the edge of the bed, legs spread so Baldwin might clearly see the stud's cock slide slowly into his fiancé's swollen cunt. The mare shuddered against the black colt, leaning back and head craned upwards so the two could share a kiss. And cum, thick messy strings of it spilled sloppily down Catherine's thighs, across the colt's massive balls, and dangled in the air. Catherine didn't seem to notice him, but the stud's ears flicked and his eyes turned on Baldwin when he entered the room.

The colt broke the kiss and said, "Took you long enough cuck. I was about to bust in your slut for a second time."

Catherine whined and weakly bounced on his cock. Without the colt's help, she didn't seem to have the strength to do much more than keep herself upright, back flush with the Clydesdale's hairy chest.

"Who-who the fuck--"

"Shut up," the colt snarled. "To you, cuck, you can call me sir. Got that?"

He said it with such authority Baldwin's rage deflated. His body locked up. The colt rubbed up Catherine's belly and squeezed her breast. He roughly teased a nipple until Catherine quaked and moaned against the colt. Still totally oblivious to Baldwin.

"This slut here's gonna call me master. She's mine now, alright?"

Baldwin just stared wide-eyed, heart hammering in his throat.

"You understand?" the colt asked, making Baldwin wince.

Dumbly, perhaps because of the shock, "Y-y-yes..." and when the colt glared at him, Baldwin added, "sir."

He smirked. "Good cuck, now get over here. This bitch's made a mess of my balls and I want you to clean it up."

Baldwin stayed rooted to the spot, trembling.

"Did I stutter cuck?"

It felt like he was floating as he crossed the room. Disbelief that he hadn't just called the cops on some teenager fucking his fiancé. But did he want anyone to see Catherine like this? And why had his cock dropped and began firming up?

When he got on his knees, the epicenter of the scent of sex made his head spin. He huffed a little and the cuck felt his shaft ache in his pants. Trying to keep himself totally numb of feeling, he reached for those balls--

"With your tongue, cuck. Clean me with your tongue. What are you fucking stupid as well as a pathetic excuse for a stallion?"

Baldwin flinched as the superior male humiliated him. Never once had he attempted something like touching another male before, and now... but it did smell so good... Catherine had clearly cum all over this stud's nuts. That's right, it was Catherine, bouncing and moaning above him that made him hard. It had to be that. That's why he didn't complain when he leaned in, mouth opening, and...

His tongue licked across that heavy ballsack. He felt the scrotum yield a little as his palette became coated in the sticky remains of Catherine and this stud's lovemaking. And it was mostly the colt's cum he tasted. Thick globules of it remained on his ballsack that Baldwin licked off him while above the stud said, "That's a good cuck." He grunted and said, "Get ready... I got... fuck slut your cunt is too fucking good!" He whickered and bit down on Catherine's shoulder. His fiancé's whine turned into a rakish moan, and Baldwin felt those balls clench against his face. He kept licking them clean, until he felt more seed running down them. This stud was cumming in his fiancé again and the overflow of fresh colt spunk spilled from out between her lips and across the colt's balls and now Baldwin's muzzle. The thick, fresh taste of seed actually turned Baldwin on more. All his anger and fear was replaced with a hazy, submissive need to service Sir while his fiancé was bred by the superior male.

His roan muzzle began getting smeared all over with the Clydesdale's cum. Without really realizing it, he moaned against that sack before he kept licking as seed spilled and spilled down. Over him, the stud laughed over his conquest.

"Fuck... I'm gonna enjoy completely breaking you two."

And in that moment, Baldwin was certain they would both enjoy it too.