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I must admit it happened by accident. My secret vice, or perhaps obsession would be a better description. Longstanding obsession now.

The old adage that you won't know if you like something until you try it holds true for me; I would never have guessed, and less still tried it for myself without the events of that March day many years ago.

It was a normal enough day at school, as much as any day in year 12 can be. I was focussed on my end of year exams, and a future in which I would be in control of my own destiny. My mother, a patient wolfess, had persuaded my father to let me go to the same school as my brother for the last two years of my schooling. He had been attending a private school, the one my dad had gone to, but they had gone co-educational now in an attempt to be seen to be moving with the times. My dad was a perfect product of the old days, down to his relative uninterest in the academic achievements of his daughter. What my mother and, indeed, my brother knew that he seemed unwilling to admit was that my brother was something of a disappointment there, and I was the academic champion of the house.

My brother David was in year 11, and as younger brothers are, a bit of a bad wolf at times and obnoxious and endearing by turns. He was supposed to be knuckling down to his studies to prepare him for a life of law or banking and screwing the country like a true member of the patriarchy. I, as a mere female, had rather more minimal expectations. Perhaps nursing, or teaching, or something suitably female appropriate?

That was not my plan in life though. My first exposure to science had opened my eyes to a world of possibilities, and I was determined to make that my calling. To my mother's pride and my father's shock (not to mention my brother's) I did very well indeed, and when my mother made her preferences known regarding my final years of schooling, had sat and won a scholarship from my father's old school. That made my brother smoulder with barely suppressed envy. His academic record was nothing to write home about. Unfortunately, of course the school had written home about it, and he had earned more than one session in my father's study whining in his best innocent cub voice as dad tore him a new one. I would listen in, as much as I could, to those sessions, secretly pleased.

I gather the hope when the school went co-ed was also that us girls might help to civilise the boys somewhat. I did laugh at that forlorn hope, knowing my brother and his friends as I did. I also gather we were intended to improve the average academic performance in final year which suffered from too many boys who, like Cottees jam, were mostly rich and thick. By a weird confluence of events then, while for the males it was considered something of a social faux pas to do well academically, for the girls it was positively expected. Such are the perverse outcomes of social engineering.

On this warm March day I was supposed to be having netball training with my best friend Margaret. She was a big girl, a cow, and a damn sight larger than me though most of it was muscle. She enjoyed arm wrestling with some of the boys and beating some too quite handily. One who she had challenged and managed to beat her was my brother's best friend though, Joseph Ormond. He was a colt, and a beautiful one, if I had to say. A shire colt, with chestnut coat, white blaze on his face and white feathering, he was a cocky shit a little like my brother, but underneath he had a soft nature and a good heart. When he wasn't trying to be some sort of equine Don Juan with a perpetually dropped horsecock. I called him Joe. His friends called him J.O., and my brother fell about in hysterics howling like a wolf at the moon when I called him that. I felt such a stupid wolfess when he told me what that could stand for. It may seem impossible now, but at that time I was rather naïve.

Margie had something of a crush on Joe and had spent some time trying to seduce him. The arm wrestle challenge had been a bit of a last throw of the dice for her, hoping the physical contact, all sweaty and masculine, as well as the bump to his ego, would win him over the line. He had remained the same though, sometimes teasing, sometimes courteous, and sometimes downright flirting like a horny colt, but never going beyond. She told me how many times she used her favourite dildo frigging off thinking about him and that magnificent horsemeat and it worked out to about 5 times a day if she were to be believed. I assumed a slight exaggeration.

Fate took a hand in unexpected ways that March day, as our coach had been taken ill and had to cancel. With a shrug we agreed to come back to my place to study, and no doubt talk about guys. I didn't have anyone I liked except one; and unfortunately, we had crushes on the same quarry. I didn't want her to know, as I didn't want her to see me as competition. Margaret played life tough, and didn't stand competition. I wanted to remain friends if I could.

We ditched our bikes in the back yard and were about to enter by the kitchen door when I heard noises. They were coming from my brother's bedroom, which had the window open and stood on the back corner of our house.

We exchanged looks, and through signals, agreed our plan. We would sneak up and take a peek.

I was almost going to yell when I felt a big cow hand across my mouth. Margaret had seen what I was seeing but she had woken up from the trance a second before me and realised if we wanted to continue to enjoy the show, silence was golden.

My brother was laid on his bed, naked, his arse propped up on a pillow. He was not that tall, like my father, about six foot, but reasonably stocky. He worked out a lot, did my brother, and though he was decent at football and rowing, I never really saw him as a sports nut but he seemed to enjoy the gym. He had a grey and black coat, like me, and it glistened with sweat now as he lay there. His muscles were all unusually defined, and I assumed he had come from a session in the little gym dad had set up for him in the garage. He loved posing in front of the mirror in his room when he came from a weights session, I had caught him doing that one night and he almost tried to strangle me when I called him "Arnie".

He was a growing cub, my mother had said, and I could see she was right. His shoulders had broadened, and his hips, though his waist was still thin. He wore jeans with a waist so narrow even I couldn't get into them now. His long delicate hindpaws were over the end of the bed, slightly curled, and his tail was raised and eager.

The reason for his curled hindpaws, and his perky tail, were apparent. Joe was kneeling on the bed and applying a deep massage to my brother's legs. He started with the calves but soon rose to the back of his thighs, and we watched in awe as my brother spread his thighs wider and wagged his tail faster as big strong colt hands slid up the inside and found the taut mounds of his ass and began to knead like them like cookie dough. Moans, cries, woofs, and groans came from David, his muzzle firmly planted in the pillow muffling but not silencing his sounds of pleasure, and his forepaws clawed the sheets as the sensations given him by his friend tore through his arse.

"You want more mate?" That was Joe, looking cocky as always. He was naked too, and it took a lot of control not to moan out loud seeing him there. He was a lot bigger than my brother. Six six at least, and a good hundred ten kilos of stud Shire colt, he had thighs like tree trunks already, a barrel chest with a nice dense thicket of tantalising white hairs circling his nipples and between his thickly muscled pecs, and running in a treasure trail down to his groin via a washboard stomach. A thick bush of pubes crowned his sheath, and as I watched I saw the first sight of his cock, the flare poking from the lips of his sheath as his heavy scrotum wobbled and danced in anticipation.

David had his eyes closed, a pose he adopted in class more often than was good for him or so I had heard, and he smiled.

"You know what I'm like after a gym session mate. Get on with it."

Joe chuckled and gave my brother's bum a swat, drawing a yelp.

"Yes Sir!"

As we watched, awestruck, Joe knelt off the end of the bed, and pulled my brother's ankles down a little, positioning him lower on the bed. He bent forward, and I did moan into Margaret's hand as I saw his long pink horsey tongue reach out and lick David's bum, teasingly sliding that fat equine tongue down his deep crack while my brother writhed and moaned on the bed and swore like a dockworker using language that would have earned him a please explain from dad if he used it at the dinner table.

I could wait no longer, reaching under my uniform skirt. I found my knickers were dripping, and I shifted the crotch to one side and slid a finger into the heated depths of my pussy, frigging slowly as I tried desperately to avoid catching my clit with my claw. I looked at Marg and realised she was doing the same, even more overtly. She had three fingers shoved in her pussy and had pulled down her skirt to afford easier access, and had her other hand teasing her left nipple through her shirt. We had experimented a bit, especially when one night over at her house she had taken out a magazine and showed me some decidedly interesting pictures. I knew how sensitive her pussy was, and if she kept up what she was doing, she was going to reach a climax well before the guys did. We shared a guilty look, but it didn't stop either of us. This was too good.

Then my world seemed to stand still as I saw Joe's aim change, and he spread my brother's ass cheeks wide. I caught a glimpse of my brother's cock then, red, erect, angry and leaking a line of clear fluid as it lay on the bed between his thighs pulled back seemingly a little awkwardly, and his scrotum fuzzy and wrinkled as it scrunched under the tender assault of his friend's tongue. Now it was to have a reprieve, but only in a direct sense, and Joe licked in a long slow line right down deep inside my brother's crack, drawing fresh whimpers and pleas from David. Pleas that became deep guttural moans and woofs as the licks went deeper, Joe spread those cheeks wider with his rough equine hands, and began to thoroughly and hungrily lick my brother's arsehole.

"Oh fuck...fuck...fuck...please...fuck...ahhhh...fuck...fuck me J...please...please....I need it...fuck me...fuck me please!"

Joe kept the teasing up for longer than I thought my brother could bare, and by the time he was apparently tongue fucking my brother's arsehole, David was whimpering and crying in frustrated need, smacking his muzzle into the pillow. Then Joe climbed onto the bed, kneeling between David's thighs, and reached for a jar on the bedside table, his hooves dangling over the end of the bed. I recognised lube; I had seen advertisements in the magazines Margaret had shown me.

I really had no firm idea how two guys made love. I just assumed they rubbed their cocks together or something, or between each others thighs. The thought of anal sex had never really occurred, being as I was a mildly sheltered wolfess and daughter of conservative parents, but as I watched Joe slide thick fingers coated in lubricant into my brother's anus and heard him begging for a hard, deep fucking, I knew now what was coming, and I was going to see it first paw.

The sight of Joe's fully erect cock took my breath away. It seemed enormous, especially its girth, at least twelve inches of thick horsecock, pink at the tip with a wide flare, mottled in the middle with a fat medial, and black at the base like his swinging scrotum carrying two testicles the size of oranges. I had no idea how I could take that in my pussy, let alone into something as sensitive and vulnerable as my anus, and from the glimpse I had, my brother's little crinkled pucker looked quite like mine. But Joe pressed the angry pink flare of his fat cock against that little tight pucker and pushed, and somehow, with much groaning, yelping, and hesitation, the flare popped inside and he stopped, arms rigid, biceps and triceps bulging and shoulder flexed and twitching, propped over my brother's prone form, and kissed his nape with soft gentle horsey lips with the end of his mammoth cock firmly lodged inside my brother's poor little arsehole.

"Ready Davey?"

"Just do me J...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

He was slow and gentle, more than I expected. I realised I was imagining him sliding that monster into me like that, and that this was how I wanted to lose my virginity, with a guy who cared that much. In a little, a waggle of his hips with his black tail held high and twitching a little side to side as he took my brother like a mare. In a little more, a waggle, a slide back, in again, taking an age to compete the act of penetration until finally Joe lay over my brother's sweat coated body with his groin firmly lodged against his tight bum and I got a beautiful picture of Joe's own muscled ass as his buttocks clenched on each new thrust into his friend's depths until he lay with his cheeks clenching a little as he just barely moved inside my brother.

After a whispered conversation, they moved a little, and David rose to a position on all fours, his head still laying on the pillow, eyes closed, bum held high with Joe's cock firmly lodged in his depths. Joe knelt behind, on his haunches, holding my brother's tail up and tight like a handhold and began to fuck slowly, sliding his slick cock all the way out to expose the shiny shaft glistening with lubricant and my brother's ass and veins bulging then all the way in as my brother moaned into the pillow. After a while his thrusts became harder, and faster, and we could hear the sound of a hard teenage pelvis slapping firm wolfboy cheeks as Joe threw his own head back with eyes closed and ears up and twitching and his long black mane, braided and laced with ribbons from every girl who wanted his horsecock, swinging with his thrusts. At least Margaret knew there might be some reasons for her lack of progress.

He gave himself over to the wildness of what they were doing as he fucked my brother as hard and rough as my brother was begging him to do with the same whiny cub voice he used when my dad gave him a dressing down. I heard Margaret's fingering reach a crescendo as the squelching became faster and louder and heard her breathing change and little huffing moos come out just as we saw David reach for his own cock which was stiff and dripping under his belly with the knot now swollen and bulging like a softball on each side of his wolfcock and begin to stroke quickly in time with the thrusts from his friend into his well spread anus.

My own climax came at a more inopportune time though. Right as their wild fuck seemed to reach its own climax, my brother turned his muzzle finally to the window and opened his eyes. His grey eyes went wide, fixing on mine. Joe had no idea, slamming away for all he was worth. I saw my brother struggling for control, and failing, his head moving in sine waves of pleasure with each hard thrust, body tense, eyes still wide open with fear though and looking into mine pleading silently. And as he opened his muzzle, perhaps to warn, suddenly a different sound came out and he howled out in pleasure as his cock jerked and unloaded a torrent of teenage spunk all over the forgotten pillow under his groin and I saw Joe's chest, belly, and shoulder muscles stand out as he added his own wild triumphant whinny to the mix and I saw his cock, hard as steel, pull out and unleash a final spurt of horse cum on my brother's wide open anus just at more horsecum poured from that broken pucker to dribble down his taint and coat his scrotum and the inside of his thighs.

I lost it then, my climax so powerful I let out a howl of my own and had to kneel on the ground lest I fall over. The gig was up anyway, so I didn't care, though Margaret looked at me like I had lost my mind. In some ways, I had.

They were nervous as hell as we joined them inside. Marg was eager to allay their fears.

"We wont tell anyone, will me Em?"

I shook my head. What would I tell? That I had rubbed myself to a monumental climax watching my brother getting fucked by his best friend? I was having trouble with that reality.

Marg began to giggle then though, and I saw Joe looking worried. He was right to.

"There might be a price though J.O. Just a small one."

I did lose my virginity after all that afternoon. And it turned out, so did my brother, at least with a girl. We took one each, and so I got to sample the joys of the colt before Margaret, much to her displeasure. But short of incest, that was the only combination that was going to work. As if to make up for it, Marg treated David a bit roughly, but she was a cow who liked being in charge. She made David lie down as she mounted his cock, freshly clad in a condom, and rode him to a wild climax like a bronco rider, her big tits bouncing and her forelock of brown hair falling over her eyes as she found the pleasures of a wolf boy cock instead were most agreeable after all. Joe pounded my pussy with a thoroughness I expected, but only after a slow gentle penetration just like I wanted after seeing what he did to my brother's ass. But at the end, he hooked my legs over his shoulders and mounted me like a trophy and pounded into my snatch so fast and so hard it almost sandpapered my poor folds. I was sore for a week after that.

We did propose an additional payment though, one that had come to both our minds watching their play. One they should enjoy, we hoped, almost as much as we enjoyed watching them enjoy.

Sitting on the bed, fingering each other's well slicked pussies, Marg and I enjoyed the spectacle. They had to follow our orders though, or we would tell everyone about their little escapade, and so reluctantly, but finally, we had two hot studs at our mercy and bound to follow our every command.

It turned out Joe had not previously permitted my brother entry to his arsehole, and so I got to see my brother lose his virginity a second way in one afternoon. Coached by the two of us, in between strokes of our now very moist pussies and some kissing and eating out which made both of the guys stare and moan too, we made amends for that gap in their repertoire. So my brother got a shot at licking Joe's much bigger ass, and his fat thickly ridged donut, and his heavy sack. Now with the tables turned, the big muscled masculine stud horse whimpered and yelped and sighed and moaned and complained way worse than my brother as he took his first cock, one much smaller than his own, and pleaded for David to finish quickly. My brother was in his stride though, as well as fairly well drained, so the fuck lasted until both were covered in sweat and we thought it might go on forever. But then David became almost predatory, and bent over Joe and began to nip at his neck, and as the shire colt whinnied in complaint, he grabbed Joe's hips and thrust harder than before and sank to the hilt.

The colt's eyes went wide in pain and shock, and his cock pulsed with ejaculation even as he screamed obscenities as he adjusted to the sudden intrusion of a knot into his raw virgin anus. David slumped over him, too exhausted to move, and the poor horse looked at us with pain in his eyes and his ears plastered on his head and asked us to help him out. It turned out extracting a wolf knot from a virgin horse anus was no easy thing, and Joe's poor donut needed lots of TLC afterwards. And I had a hunch that I could provide that TLC again tomorrow, if he was willing.

That was the start of it, of course, but unlike Margaret, for whom it was just another step along a path of sexual awakening, for me it was the key that unlocked a lifetime appreciation for the joys of watching young studs in heat doing what comes naturally to them.

I did pursue a career in science, after obtaining a scholarship to University, but after a while, found my vocation in teaching after all at the university and managed to find a role lecturing. Many was the time I looked out on my pupils, their blossoming bodies growing with muscle as they found the university gym, their genitals perpetually erect in their shorts as they tried to absorb physics lectures and I showed off my pert breasts with a nice fashionable shirt with a low neckline. I found some of my first ones that way, working on them until they agreed to join me in pairs for some exploration.

But I truly found my calling when I was able to avail myself of the services of a very discrete and very private service catering to ladies like myself who were willing to admit their sexual needs and pay for them to be provided for. A service run by my old friend Margaret, whose journey into all corners of the sexual landscape had begun that afternoon watching my brother and his best friend getting a fucking. For me, the service had provided beautiful, willing young males of my favourite species, equines, bovines, who were, for a fee, able to perform with each other for my pleasure. And for the pleasure of my partner; I had found a husband with similar tastes to myself, and on many occasions he participated, and though he was no longer a young stud, I still thought of him that way even at forty five. There is something quite exquisite about the sensation of your husband going down on you, his lips quivering, his sighs and whinnies going right through your pussy, as he takes a cock pounding into his depths from a younger version of himself, a young colt of eighteen or nineteen just growing into his body and finding what it was like to sample the tight depths of a hot stud ass as well as a willing pussy. My husband was adept at it, and many times he had taken a fucking from my chosen stud, as he made love to me with his lips and tongue and sighs and cries.

But most of all, I loved just watching. Sitting in my favourite chair rubbing my clit as two studs fucked, two guys going at it without a care in the world. I liked to watch; so sue me.

I heard the door bell ring, and turned to my husband with a big smile. He still had that same cocky smile I remembered. We are expecting a colt on this occasion, in fact the colt who does our gardening, who lives three streets over. He is nineteen, tall and cremello coloured, a quarterhorse, with a lean body and white feathering and a cute little chin tuft like he wanted to pretend he was older. He has a beautiful defined body, lithe and graceful but strong. He looks amazing, stripped to just his shorts, playing basketball. He is also a friend of our son, my wolf cub Patrick. I got a student of mine from university to fuck me so I could get pregnant, one of the young studs who we played with, and whose expression as he tied my husband's arsehole after he had fucked me and given me what I wanted was the most transported expression I had seen on a young stud except the one on Joe's muzzle as he fucked my brother. Patrick didn't know either detail, about his origin or what we were doing with young Jarryd. Some things were best kept secret, I thought.

"Better let him in Joe."

He looked at me fondly, his cock already tenting his shorts, and blew me a kiss.

"What do you want to start with Em?"

"Just let nature take it's course hon."

Mostly we played with a young stud, like today, and I enjoy that immensely. I was looking forward to this one, and had been for a long time. He was a cute one, was Jarryd, and had taken to doing his gardening with his top off, and knew he was being watched too. Expected it. He had a bit of the cocky confidence of Joe, and his tastes too; I had found that out one night recently, when the cocky colt had snuck down from our son Patrick's room on a sleepover after they had collapsed from playing too many videogames and spied on us fucking by the pool. I was laid on a banana lounge, my Stud stallion pounding my pussy with his full length. I saw the colt's cock tenting his boxers, and the way he fondled even though not really aware he was. Most of all, I saw what he was staring at; my husband's ass, and his cock disappearing into me and his big balls swinging as he thrust. I had confronted him, and he confessed all, willingly. And agreed to make amends.

And sometimes the young stud was my brother; the two were still best friends, and each had been best man at the other's wedding. And given Marg was now my sister in law, she was relaxed about lending me David, whenever we felt the need to renew that side of our relationship. The price was that I had to be content letting her have Joe on occasions. She was still dirty on me for getting his cock first, and liked a few small wins like this. I strangely felt no jealousy though.

The love and passion that passed between them when it was David and Joe together did however made me a little jealous, but it also added a certain something to my orgasm. David was coming around this weekend for beer, football on the TV, and whatever takes our fancy. Sometimes the best plan is no plan at all, and just let it happen, like that day. For a young, inexperienced nineteen-year-old colt though, we needed something.

"He said he finds you attractive...give him a show. He loves your cock. I can't blame him. After all, I loved it the first time I saw it, even if it was about to plunder my brother's ass. Tell him you are punishing him for spying, let him suck you off, then bend him over the end of the bed, and let him have it hard and thorough, while he goes down on me. Then see how he feels when you soothe his pucker with your tongue..."

Ahhh yes. I like to watch. So does young Jarryd too. Colts these days, I don't know.

I love them almost as much as Joe.