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"That's it Cameron! See, I told you. You will get the hang of it in time for your exams."

"Yes Mrs Barnes."

"Please, Cameron, call me Helen. I've told you enough times, there is no need for formality here. I'm your tutor not your teacher."

The young stallion gave an embarrassed whinny, blushing at the invitation. He was secretly pleased though, and a little intimidated. His math tutor was so hot; he had been trying not to let it get to him. Hormones are hormones though, and he was failing spectacularly. The sexy cow was getting inside his brain more and more with each session and he felt himself losing control.

Even now his sensitive equine nostrils were sampling the air, picking up her scent. He loved that scent, her perfume overlaying the deeper musk of a cow in her prime. Tonight though, he detected a new odour, one that had him struggling to concentrate even more than usual. A cow in heat, rich potent tang promising new delights just a couple of feet away in her groin.

Ohhhh fuck this is not fair!

"Ahh...thank you Helen. I'm such a dunce, I never thought I could get calculus. You are amazing."

"It's all about the student Cameron, and I am lucky to have such an attentive and handsome one as you."

Cameron shuddered internally, hearing her say his name again, and when she called him handsome, he almost cried out loud. She had noticed him...not just as a student. The horny colt fought for control desperately. He was still a virgin, in spite of his success with females. They were all good girls here, happy to date the big jock stud, even to paw him off and let him go down on them. None had yet allowed him to fill her with his big thick cock though, and he was getting desperate to know the feel of pussy, that sweet sensual mystery all his mates talked about in the locker rooms after practice. He boasted with the rest of them, but he knew the truth and it hurt.

Had he known what was going through the sexy cow's mind at that time, he probably would have fallen off his chair in shock. For, in spite of her greater years and experience, Helen was having her own crisis brought on by the jock stud in front of her.

When her husband had suggested that she could get some extra money tutoring one of his star football players, she had agreed almost in spite of herself. The students at her own highschool bored her senseless most days, and a fresh challenge was always welcome. The way her husband had described him, the colt seemed nice but clueless, and she prepared for a slow painful process of instruction to get him to a passing grade so he wouldn't be kicked off the football team. What she found instead had surprised her.

Far from a stereotypical dumb jock, Cameron had proved to be intelligent but incredibly shy. She quickly realised that he was having problems not with math per se, but with the instruction he had received for the last two years and he had been too shy or too proud to ask for help. Once she found the right way to get through to him, his progress had been rapid and pleasing. He was threatening to get at least a B+ if not an A if he kept this up.

The trouble for Helen was that her greater than expected success meant that she required less teaching in their sessions and more observing instead. This proved her undoing, because as she put more attention into watching the colt, she realised he was in fact one of the sexiest young studs she had ever laid eyes on. The big roan had the cutest smile and a seriously hot body, all young plump muscles under delicious strawberry roan coat, and a chestnut mane shot through with gold. His soft forearm feathers looked good enough to nibble, and she often absently wondered what he would taste like, laid back on her bed naked and exposed, sensitive deep brown eyes begging her to be gentle with him.

She would taste every inch of his body before sampling what she believed must be a big delicious stallion cock, lapping at his sheath until he obliged her by letting his length slip into view. She so wanted to teach him things other than math.

Her husband was a big beefy bull, everything she had ever dreamed about, and yet, he seemed uninterested in her these days. She did everything she could to get him aroused, but it seemed he always had a headache, that thick bullcock going to waste. He put all his energy into his work, teaching PE and coaching football at the highschool in the next town over from hers, and when he came home it seemed he had nothing left over for her. For a cow with needs, it was a sore trial, and one she was starting to fail. The stud colt in her loungeroom was the match applied to a keg of gunpowder.

She had felt it this night, the rising heat, her own nostrils picking up the scent. Lazily, she had dismissed it as a problem, reasoning that an equine would never know what it was anyway. Besides, if he did, she liked the idea of being able to get a male, any male , all hot and bothered over her.

Hot and bothered was exactly what Cameron was getting. The scent thickened, almost like a presence caressing his sheath. He blushed bright red, a perfect complement for his strawberry roan colouring, as he realised he was getting hard from smelling his tutor's excitement. Shifting uneasily in his seat, he hoped to God she hadn't noticed and might embarrass him further by pointing it out.

He gave a quick nicker, realising Helen had asked him a question and he had no idea what it was. Looking into her eyes, he saw her own eyes flash with recognition, a soft smile covering her muzzle.

Caught! Oh shit.....I wish I could just...

"Whinny!"

The feeling had been so unexpected he let out a loud equine exclamation before he could regain control. He had felt her leg, warm bovine length rubbing against his, her hoof sliding up his inner thigh until it touched his bulging crotch. He was sprung so bad, and yet all he could think of was the feeling in his groin, an involuntary shudder running down his spine at the thought of her touching him there, first her hooves, then....then what?

"Oh my God Mrs Barnes...I mean Helen...I...I..."

"You seem a little flustered Cameron. Is there something I can help you with?"

"Please, I'm sorry, I mean..."

"Shh Cameron. Do I look like I mind?"

Cameron shut up then, realising the truth of what his tutor was saying. She didn't look disgusted or bothered at all. In fact she looked horny. In a flash, the inexperienced stud realised what he was in for...every teen guy's fantasy may be about to come true.

Helen found herself giving up the fight. The cute colt looked so sweet and sexy, she wanted to cuddle him almost as much as she wanted to fuck him. His lean gawky body, thick new muscles and raw teenage scent had removed the last of her inhibitions. Her husband had neglected his duties for too long, she was just taking what was rightfully hers. And the helpless colt obviously needed more instruction...instruction she would be glad to provide. Jack wouldn't be home for hours yet, he had some interminable in service training day at the local college. Plenty of time for her to play with her new toy.

Leaning over the table, she took his muzzle in her hands and brought him to her lips, giving the shaking colt a long sensual French kiss that raised his temperature a couple of notches and made his cock ache inside his pants. He responded, uncertainly at first, then with increasing passion. He had been told he was a good kisser, and he was determined to show off what few skills he had before she could realise his total lack of experience.

She broke the kiss, eyeing the colt up like a hot meal, then stood, drawing him up to stand against her. Their kiss resumed, more restrained now as she kept him under control. Her hands reached for him, running down his back, feeling the beautiful sensation of hard young muscles under his top. She had to see him.

"Now just let me undress you Cameron. I want to see what you look like, is that ok honey?"

The dazed roan colt could only nod weakly as he felt her fingers on his clothes, unzipping his top and pulling it over his head to reveal a chiselled chest and abdomen. She stood back to admire for a moment, knowing she was completely lost at this first sight of his body. Whatever resistance she might have had before, she knew she had to have him now. There was no going back.

She nuzzled against his chest, rubbing her nose against the little patch of thicker rust coloured fur between his pecs. The treasure trail continued and she could but follow, her tongue now tracing the line of tantalising fur, down his chest, across his belly, before finishing at the line of his jeans. She licked across his lower belly now, nuzzling his thick bush of colt pubes poking their way above the waist band, drawing a deep impassioned moan from the young stud. The line of fur kept going though, and she knew it would be a shame not to complete her quest to the real treasure still trapped in his jeans.

Fumbling a little in her excitement, feeling like a virgin heifer again, she knelt before the colt and undid his belt, then snapped open the buttons of his fly. Relieved from confinement, his colthood tried to escape, pushing his boxers out along with the top of his jeans. Watching with increasing incredulity, Cameron saw his tutor reach out and run a fingertip along his bulge, his cock jerking to the touch, a big wet patch suddenly appearing in his boxers. Her hands now gripped the waist of his jeans and boxers, and with practised ease, she pulled his clothes down to his knees.

She let out a gasp, the sound making Cameron feel like the ultimate stud.

She likes my cock...oh yes she likes my cock!

Like it she did. In fact she loved it. Over 12 inches of thick pink and black mottled horseflesh, rich veins running along its full length, a thick medial ring and brutally wide flare. The colt had an incredible cock. It would be such a shame to waste it.

Tentatively, Helen closed her lips around the blunt head, looking up to see her student throw his head back and cry out in pleasure. She hadn't felt this good in so long, nor had this much of an ego boost from a guy. All she could think about was driving him wild, and the power her lips and tongue had over her young charge.

Cameron could not believe the sensations. Very few of his girlfriends ever went down on him, always begging off and saying it tasted yucky. He was expected to go down on them though, and he had become an avid pussy licker. No girl had ever made him feel like this though, a deep burning filling his groin and going straight to his balls. He never wanted this to end.

As she slid her muzzle further down the colt's long cock, she cupped his heavy balls, giving them a soft squeeze. She could taste his excitement, the sweet tang of colt precum a new and delicious taste. His moans became cries and whimpers, and it drove her on, high on the sensation of power and raw sex. She hadn't intended it, but now she had him so close, she wanted to taste him.

The colt realised too late that he was near. He tried to cry out a warning, and pull out of the incredibly warm and sensual muzzle driving him to distraction, but the cow held on tight, using her grip on his balls to hold him still. With one last suckling lick down his cock, she felt his balls draw up and his whole body tense like a bow. Finally, his hands reached for her, holding her muzzle still as he began to shake uncontrollably.

The first blast of teenage horse cum surprised her, so much and so strong, and it was followed by many more as Cameron's orgasm continued. She gulped it all down hungrily, enjoying the taste almost as much as the sense of triumph. The tang, scent, feel of a teenage stud brought to ecstasy by her own muzzle was a heady brew, making her pussy drip. She hoped he could recover quickly, because she had more use for this stud.

She licked his cock clean, noticing that it never really softened, a deep throaty chuckle at the stamina of youth forming on her lips. Kneeling, she looked up at her student, seeing his mix of terror and lust. Inside she kind of enjoyed her ability to generate both. It would help her to keep him compliant; and to keep him quiet afterwards.

"Well, I hope that isn't all you can do Cameron. A gentleman is supposed to wait until his lady has cum before he does. Seems like you are a poor student in things other than math."

"Please Helen, I didn't mean to, I mean. It felt so good. Please, I can be ready again right away."

"That may be so Cameron, but I'm not. You need to get me ready first. Think you can handle that stud?"

"Oh yes...I'm good with my muzzle all the girls...I mean yeah."

"Boasting now are we Cameron?"

The poor colt could only hang his head blushing. This was not going exactly how he had planned, and his tutor was almost mocking him now.

"Please!"

She couldn't tease him any longer. She wanted him too bad.

"Don't worry stud, I'm just teasing. I do need you to get me ready though, I need the preparation before I can take that big cock of yours. I trust you stud, please make love to me with your tongue?"

Her words filled him with pride, and need. He was determined to show her how good he could be, how much of a gentelcolt. And he did have a talented muzzle, that seemed to be the consensus from the fillies he had dated.

Lifting his tutor into his arms, he carefully undressed her, letting his muzzle kiss each new piece of exposed skin until he had her naked. Throwing off his remaining clothes, he drew her to the couch, laying her down as he knelt between her legs. Raising her thighs over his shoulders, he gave her a cheeky wink, before bending down to her pussy. One long shuddering sniff, as he tasted her scent with his muzzle, then he opened his lips and let his long pink tongue go to work. He would take his time, and show her what he was made of.

The first long lick drew a moo of pleasure, one redoubled as he reached her clit and gave a gentle flick. He felt her hands in his mane, guiding him and the feeling of being in her power added to his lust. He began lapping, working over her outer lips then sliding his tongue inside her as she bucked and writhed against his muzzle. Finally he slid the hood from her clit with blunt colt fingertips and let his tongue tip ravish her exposed pink nub. It was too much for some of the fillies he dated, but not for the experienced cow. Her cries grew louder, and deeper, until with a final hard lick she came, a soft spattering of fluid covering his muzzle while she shuddered in the throes of her climax.

Helen hadn't had an orgasm that good in months, the feel of her favourite vibrator had nothing on this colt. As she panted with the exertion of her recent orgasm, she pulled the stud colt against her, kissing him hard and tasting the tang of her own pussy on his lips. God she needed him so bad, inside her, balls deep. She reached for his cock, lining it up against her still twitching lips.

"Please Cameron...I need you inside me now!."

*****

Jack Barnes turned off the ignition of his ancient Ford, cursing the night and everyone and everything that had conspired to piss him off. The training session had been a washout, the facilitator begging off sick but no notification had come. He had stood in the room with 20 other teachers, all drinking terrible coffee waiting and waiting for ages before some functionary from the department finally came to tell them that the session had been cancelled and they could all go home.

A complete waste of a night, and now he would have to explain to his wife why he was home early. She would want to make use of the earlier finish, her suggestive voice telling him how much she wanted to make him feel better as she drew him to their bedroom. He would have no excuses, he was supposed to do his duty as a bull. Wasn't she still sexy? Didn't he still love her?

As he snorted in the cool night air, watching the steam shoot from his muzzle, he pondered the emotional blackmail to come. Yes she was still sexy, yes she was still beautiful. And yet...ahhh and yet. The truth is, he had married her for the wrong reasons, and now he could no longer keep up the pretense.

Jack had always been a bull amongst bulls, a stud jock from early highschool. Determined to make his parents proud, he had kept his deep secret from them, buried inside. As much as he liked football, he loved the locker rooms more, the sight of his fellow naked jocks his ultimate turn on. Though he never used the word gay, it smacked around inside him anyway, daring him to face it. Apart from some casual fucking round and the rare jack-off session with his buddies, he had stared it down, pretending he was just curious.

When he had met Helen, and found to his joy that she turned him on, he had married her in a flash, relieved that he had found that he wasn't gay after all. As time wore on however, he found less and less in her that got him going, and more and more in his fellow males. He had started fooling around, casual hook ups here and there, not willing to get into a relationship but knowing the truth. Cock did it for him, big stud cock. Increasingly, his football players were driving his erotic fantasies too, though it shamed him to admit it.

It was one thing to know this, however. It was another thing entirely to know what to do about it.

Steeling himself for another confrontation with Helen, he trotted on heavy hooves towards the front door of their home. He noticed the car parked out the front, the beaten up Toyota belonging to his star player Cameron.

What is that idiot still doing here? Surely he isn't that dumb, I thought he was making more progress.

With a shake of his head, Jack turned the key in the front door, hoping his quiet approach wouldn't disturb the two. If they were still deep in a tutoring session, so much the better. He could grab some chow, head to the bedroom , turn on the TV and avoid the conversation one more night. Cam's thickness was a blessing.

It was only as he took the first couple of strides into the hallway that he knew something was wrong. The sound from the loungeroom was a familiar one, at least in memory. His wife's cries and moans, deep with lust and pleasure. He remembered when he had made those sounds come from her. Now his face burned with shame and anger.

Who the fuck was it? Surely not...she must be using her vibrator...

Just as he reached the door to the lounge and prepared to burst in, he got the answer, and it shocked him to the core.

"Please Cameron...I need you inside me now!."

Cameron? Oh God it couldn't be...

Hearing a low mooing cry of pleasure, he gently opened the door, stunned at what he was seeing. There was Helen, lying back on their couch. And there was Cameron, his favourite, star football player and his protégé, kneeling between her legs. He could see Cameron's back tensing, broad equine muscles taking the strain as he entered Helen. His mane, coursing down his roan back, the chestnut curls shot through with gold that made Jack almost cry with lust every time he saw the stud on the field. Now that mane was shaking with lust as the jock mounted his wife, her sounds of pleasure making him want to scream with betrayal. He bit his lip instead and watched the spectacle, appalled and fascinated, horrified yet aroused.

Cameron had his thighs spread wide now, and he could see those low hanging balls, bulging in their black leathery sack. The base of his cock was visible, and he could see the rest disappearing into his wife's pussy, the lips spread obscenely wide. A part of Jack's mind watched with cool detachment, comparing the size of the colt's endowment to his own and realising he came up a little short.

Cam was thick after all.

Another part watched the winking tailhole as Cameron began to pick up the pace of his thrusts, tail swaying high and wide. That beautiful tight jock donut that he had fantasised about plundering while he jacked off at night when Helen was asleep. Now he could see it, as each increasingly powerful thrust of Cameron's ass caused his muscled butt to flex, leaving the cutest dimple on his butt cheeks and exposing the dark crevice to Jack's view. He could see that little rosebud clenching too, the balls swinging under it as the clolt slapped them into the bull's needy wife. As he watched, a plan formed, slowly but surely. This was not over by a long shot.

He took one last long look at the couple, the colt now fucking with hard uncaring vigor, his wife screaming her pleasure, dainty hooves draped over the broad shoulders of her student. As he closed the door, he heard her orgasm, the unmistakable sound she made at climax, long loud moo he knew well, and the windows shook as a screaming whinny joined with her cry. He could picture the jock unloading his stallion cock inside her, balls slapping her taint , tail flagging and tailhole clenching in release.

With a supressed snarl he felt his cock throb and unload inside his boxers, the mental picture too much for him, his pain and humiliation complete. He trotted off to his car and turned the ignition, knowing only that he must drive somewhere, anywhere away from this.

*****

Cameron knocked tentatively on the door. Coach Barnes had sent him a note telling him he needed to report to his office after school. The colt was nervous, knowing what he had been doing with the coach's wife the previous night, but he tried to keep the nervousness from his voice. The coach could not know anything, and he had promised Helen they would keep this their secret. It was just his guilty conscience working overtime.

"Ahh Cameron, come in."

"Hey coach. What can I do for you?"

"I think you have real promise Cam, maybe even enough to be picked up by a pro team, but you need to do some extra work first. I know that's not an issue for you, you never have shied away from extra training and I know from Helen's reports that you are a very dedicated student for her."

"T...thanks Coach. I really enjoy working with He...I mean Mrs Barnes."

The colt blushed scarlet at his coach's words, mentally trying to forget their last session but failing. The feel of his first pussy still filled his brain, that amazing warm feeling as he was enveloped in Helen's depths. The feel of her clenching around him as she came. He couldn't get it out of his brain no matter how much he tried.

_ He cannot know....he cannot know._

"I need to speak to you about some things Cameron, but first I need to show you a few special training techniques. Go get changed and meet me in the weights room ok?"

"Yes coach!"

The bull chuckled as the unsuspecting colt hustled out of his office towards the locker rooms. This was going to be easy. He strolled from his office, carrying some signs in one meaty hand. Casually hanging the signs from each main door, he carefully locked them before heading back in still chuckling under his breath.

Closed for maintenance. Maintenance my ass!

The stud colt stood in the weights room, uneasily shifting his weight from one hoof to the other as his coach entered. He was wearing his standard workout gear, white shorts over a jock, and a workout top.

"Lose the top Cameron, I need to be able to see your muscle groups working for these exercises."

"Coach?"

"You heard me Cam, lose the top!"

Reluctantly the colt obeyed, his unease growing but held in check for the moment. If coach wanted him to do it, there must be a good reason.

"Now Cam, I think you have a lot of potential, but if you want to reach that potential, you have to be able to push beyond what you think you can do. So tonight I'm gonna show you how to do that. Are you with me?"

"Yes coach!"

Jack could barely contain his amusement. The colt would be a pushover.

Just like my fucking wife he thought glumly.

"Good colt!. Now I am gonna use the bench press to demonstrate what I'm talking about. You are great with the bench press, leading the team I see. But can you do more? Get on the bench and I'll show you."

All hesitation forgotten, Cameron lay down on the long bench, his thighs splayed and shoulders pressing into the board. This was his natural environment, he knew he could do this easy. Gripping the bar, he prepared to start a hard set.

"Not so quick Cam. Lets see how you go with some extra weight."

The coach methodically added 15 pounds to each side, testing Cameron's limits based on what he had seen. Not exceeding them though...he would build up to that.

The colt settled in to his position, and pushed hard, while Jack spotted him like a good training partner. By the sixth rep, the colt was struggling, his face a mask of concentration and his legs starting to rise off the ground as he brought new muscle groups into the effort. Finally, with much coaxing, he started the tenth rise, barely reaching full extension before his strength gave out. He lowered the bar gingerly, his coach helping him on the recovery until the bar hit the metal supports.

As he panted, he went to let go of the bar, but Jack held his hands against the metal.

"Good Cam, very good, but that's just the start. We are going to raise the weight again."

"Coach, I don't think I can do that!"

"Nonsense Cam, see this is what I was talking about. I'm going to help you out though."

With a flourish, the coach brought out two straps that had been hanging from his back pocket. Wrapping them around Cameron's wrists, he pulled them tight then used the extra length to tie off each wrist to the bar. Cameron realised with a start that he was now fixed to the bar and unable to let go.

"This will help isolate the muscle groups and allow you to push harder. Now, I'm going to add some more weight."

Jack slowly added another 20 pounds to the bar, pushing beyond Cameron's limits.

"Ok, give me another 10!"

The colt fixed his muzzle in a determined expression, blowing his sweat laden forelock from his eyes, and pushed. It took every ounce of his effort, but he managed to lift the bar and let it down again. The game proceeded, coach Barnes screaming and cajoling, drawing every last bit from the teen, until with a groan Cameron let the bar down from his final rep and just lay there exhausted.

"See Cameron! You can take so much more than you realise when you put your mind to it. Now, we are going to try again, this time with more weight."

"Coach!"

"Now Cameron, are you a pussy or something? I thought you were a colt not a filly. What are you afraid of? I'm right here, nothing bad is going to happen."

"But...sorry coach."

Jack added more weight to the bar, well more than he knew the exhausted colt could ever hope to lift. It was almost time.

"Now Cam...lets go. Give me 10."

Cameron put every last bit of strength into the lift, but he couldn't get the bar to budge. Try as he might, he couldn't lift it and he finally let out a frustrated whinny and relaxed, his chest heaving with the exertion. He had used up all his energy, and whatever his mad bastard of a coach wanted, he would have to rest.

"Good colt, good colt. Don't worry, you did great."

Cameron took a moment to register the clicking sound, and was suddenly aware that coach Barnes had slid the safety catches into place, blocking off the brackets above the bar and locking it in place. Whether he had the strength or not, there was now no way he could budge it anyway.

Jack limbered around from his position at the colt's head, coming to a stop at his legs. He straddled the colt now, sitting down on his thighs and holding him on the bench with his bulk. Cameron could only watch with dimly mounting horror.

"Now Cameron, time for those questions,and I want you to be honest. Now...how long have you been fucking my wife?"

The colt realised his predicament too late. Between the wrist bindings and the bulk of the bull on his legs, he was completely trapped. And judging from the look in his coach's face, he was in some seriously deep shit.

"Coach! I'm sorry, I don't, I'm not..."

"Don't give me that shit Cam, I saw you two last night."

"I'm sorry! It was my first time, we just, it just happened honest!"

"I want to believe you Cam, I really do. But you need to convince me. Big fine stud like you, I think you've been fucking her since the beginning."

"No honest, please you gotta believe me! That was my first time...our first time...oh fuck!"

This last exclamation came as the grinning bull reached out one hand and clasped it around the startled colt's balls through his tight shorts.

"Your first time eh? You trying to tell me you were a virgin Cam?"

The terrified colt was crying now, almost begging for forgiveness.

"Yes, I was a virgin, I've never had a pussy before and she just touched me and it all happened. Please, you have to believe me!"

"See, that's not what I think happened. I think an oversexed teen lost control and raped my wife."

"What?!"

"Well, that's what I think Helen will say happened. After all, the alternative is getting divorced for infidelity, so I think her story will be that you forced yourself on her. What do you say Cam? You going to go to jail colt? I bet that tail hole of yours will be real popular inside."

Cameron had lost all control now, sobbing and begging pitifully for mercy. He couldn't think that, oh God could he? She wouldn't do that would she? Oh God mum please get me out of this!

"Tell you what I'm gonna do Cam. Maybe you were just a dumb fuck who got taken in by my cow of a wife. Maybe you did just get overwhelmed by your first chance of pussy. You still owe me though, and if you do what I say and let me have my compensation, we will be even. Eventually. What do you say?"

"Oh yes coach please!"

"Good, I thought you would be reasonable."

Jack let an evil grin cover his muzzle as he looked down at the terrified colt.

You are going to regret those words colt. Soooo much.

Teasingly, the bull let his hand now massage the teen's crotch, rubbing his sheath with practiced motions. Startled nickers told him he was having the desired effect, and he got rougher, his other hand now gripping the colt's balls and squeezing as he stroked.

"Coach! What are you doing?"

"Taking what's mine Cam. You fucked my wife...so now I'm gonna fuck you. Sounds fair doesn't it?"

"No!....no....no....no!"

The horrified colt could only shake his head from side to side, unable to comprehend what was happening to him. Worst of all though, he could feel the rough handling of his crotch having an effect. His cock was sliding from his sheath, thickening and lengthening with each beat of his heart, and it was clear the bull could tell and was enjoying his humiliation.

"Your muzz says no but your cock says yes Cam. I think I'm going to listen to your cock from now on."

As Cameron's eyes bulged out of his face, he could only stare dumbstruck as Coach Barnes began pulling the colt's shorts down, exposing his straining jock strap to the air. An evil laugh from the big bull made him shake, not totally from fear either. A laugh that got deeper as the bull reached inside the bulging jock pouch and pulled out a long thick colt cock for some attention.

"No wonder my wife wanted you to fuck her Cam. This is some serious meat you're packing kiddo. Lets see how it likes the touch of another guy shall we?"

The colt's pitiful cries for mercy went unheeded as the bull settled in to enjoy his revenge. The stud was turning him on something fierce too; this was more than just revenge, the bull's own libido was in overdrive and his balls ached with desire. Consequences no longer mattered, he needed to rut like never before, and he had fantasised about this colt for so long.

"Ooooohhhhhh......"

"That's it Cam...go with it."

The bull had Cameron's thick mottled cock out now, and he was using all his experience to pleasure the young stud, hooved fingertips playing over every inch of teen fuckmuscle. The colt lay back trying not to respond, but his body had other ideas. As he lay his head back and screwed up his eyes, trying not to see the devastatingly erotic sight before him, Cameron could still feel every touch, and it was having it's effect.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!"

His cock was leaking now, thick precum starting to drip from the flaring tip as his coach worked the sensitive organ like a pro. A hand now cupped his naked balls, kneading the heavy orbs, just the right side of painful for the colt. He loved working his nads when he jacked off, and it was as if the bull knew every trick to drive him wild. The drips of precum turned into spurts, coating the bull's big hand and making the stroking easier, each long jack now accompanied by a hot squelching sound as his coach started rotating his hand with each pull.

Cameron was losing the plot, unprepared for how good the touch of another guy could feel. He had jacked off with his buddies a couple of times, both nervously stealing glances at each others cocks while they beat off but never getting up the courage to touch. He was over the barrier now whether he wanted to or not, and finding the feeling even better than he could have imagined, as well as more terrifying.

Oh fuck this can't be happening...this can't feel so good...

"That's it colt, see you like the feel of another guy jacking your meat don't you? All you straight jocks are the same, just begging for it..."

"No!"

"What's that Cam? Want me to stop?"

The bull stopped his pleasuring, now just running a fingertip around the flare of his hyper-aroused victim, knowing the colt had passed the point of no return. He grinned down at the lost stud while the colt writhed and cried out, caught on the edge of his cum with his mind a haze of hormones.

"No! God...no! Please...just...let me cum...please! Oh fuck..."

The bull started long slow strokes on the twitching cock in his hand, not enough to push the colt over the edge but enough to keep him on the boil, eliciting a long whinnying cry from the distressed teen.

"But Cam, if I give you something, I'm gonna take something too, and I think you remember what I told you I'd be taking for what you did with my wife eh? Sure you want to cum kiddo?"

"Oh fuck, please coach, I didn't mean it, honest. Just let me cum, please? You win, just let me cum!!"

"You didn't mean it? You accidentally slammed your thick horsecock into my wife's pussy? Righto Cam, now you're making me angry. You asked for it!"

With sudden decision the bull stood up, releasing the poor stud's legs, but not for long. Taking one muscled calf in each hand, he pulled Cameron's legs high up and sat down on the end of the bench, with the colt's fetlocks now resting on his shoulders. Before Cameron could start to struggle, big bull hands had pulled his shorts and jockstrap up to his ankles, and the bull then poked his horned head between them, trapping the colt's hooves behind his neck. Cameron tried to get them free but the shorts and jock acted like loose bindings, and the more he thrashed the tighter they held. He was at the bull's mercy.

Jack was enjoying his revenge, and he was going to take his time. The cocky stud was almost ready for his final humiliation, and the coach's final pleasure, but he would make him feel it. Reaching for his new favourite toy, he cupped the leaking cock head in one palm, slowly rubbing over it and making the teen buck his hips trying to bring himself off. He was going to get off alright; but not that easy.

"Agggggghhhhhhh no take it out take it out!!"

Without warning, the bull had rammed two precum slicked fingers into the virgin colt's tailhole, parting the sensitive pucker wide and sliding deep into the hot musky confines of his ass. As the colt fought and pleaded, he just shook his head in mock dismay, sawing his fingers in and out until with a final determined thrust he struck paydirt.

"Ohhhhh!!" the colt was too surprised to struggle, and just lay there as a new sensation joined the burning pain in his anus. Gut wrenching pleasure, filling his tail hole and making his cock shudder and twitch. The pleasure built and built as the bull slapped his callused fingertips into the colt's virgin love nut, spreading his tunnel wider with each thrust. Soon Cameron was a shaking wreck, every muscle spasming on the edge of release, precum pooling on his belly.

"That's it Cam, let your coach show you how it's done." The poor roan colt could only nod weakly and whimper a soft prayer for release.

It would not be long. The bull gripped Cameron's aching cock, beginning a fast rhythmic stroking as he zeroed in on the teen's prostate with his fingers, probing without mercy. A high pitched whining from his trapped stud told him he was getting the desired effect, the colt bucking his hips against the invading digits as if trying to draw them deeper. The hot ass he was plundering suddenly clenched down hard, once, twice, a third time and with a shuddering whinny Cameron finally unleashed the mother of all orgasms, thick ropes of colt cum splashing his muzzle and neck, then his heaving chest and belly before finally ending.

Jack looked down at the spent colt with a wicked grin, enjoying the sight of so much thick colt seed spread across that beautiful strawberry roan coat.

Strawberries and cream, the perfect combination....

As the distracted stud panted and moaned, the coach pulled his fingers from the colt's well stretched ass, sniffing the scent of musky colt hole before using them to rub the thick viscous seed into Cameron's coat. The colt could only groan at the touch.

"See, told you I'd see you right Cam. Now you've gotten off, it's my turn. You know what that means."

Cameron took a moment to realise what it meant. He was too overcome with the sensations and the emotions of his first male sex to remember what the bull had promised him. A part of him didn't want to believe either, pretending his coach didn't really mean it. As the hefty older bull pulled down his training sweats and jockstrap, the colt was forced back to the reality of what he was facing. The bull clearly meant to go through with it. In growing horror, he saw the thick beefy bullcock belonging to his coach, pulsing and throbbing in the air, a pair of the biggest balls he had ever seen underneath to complete the picture.

"No...no...please...I can't take that!."

"Yes you can Cameron. Remember what I showed you before...if you put your mind to it, you can take way more than you realise. Now, time to take what's mine."

Lining his thick tip against the colt's quivering anus, the bull pressed forward, using every ounce of his strength to hold the teen in place. An image of the stud colt entering his wife flashed across his brain, the sight of that thick horsemeat spreading her pussy lips wide.

Now the punk was going to see what it felt like. Two cherries lost in two days...lucky stud.

"Open wide Cam!"

"Aaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

As he kept up the pressure, the bull felt the tight anal ring of his star player suddenly relent, the muscled donut yielding to his cock. Slowing his entry, he took the colt gradually, opening him up steadily but without risking injury. He wanted him to experience it all, but worse than that, he wanted him to enjoy it.

As Cameron hyperventilated, he felt his ass opening in spite of his best efforts, the tight ring stretching to accommodate the massive girth of the bull. As his coach's cock head drove into him, he felt his tight flesh spread as every nerve in his ass flashed at once, overwhelming him with sensations. To his shame, he felt it all, the unique touch of another male's hardness caressing the walls of his ass, forcing its way inside and making him his mare. Bitter tears flowed as he felt a final push and with a grunt, the bull hilted inside him, a heavy pair of bull nuts resting on his taint.

He had been broken, taken and tamed. And as he cried silently, he realised the worst of it. It felt so good.

Jack just held him for a moment, letting him get used to the feeling of a hard cock filling his tail hole. Leaning down, the bull ran his snout along the colt's neck, sniffing his musky scent. The scent of horny teen stud. So sweet. A long pink tongue hesitantly slid from bovine lips, tasting the air, before licking at the sweaty fur of Cameron's neck.

God he even tasted good.

The bull began determinedly lapping, savouring the taste, the tang of his tears. Lips met, and a bull tongue invaded a colt muzzle, gently this time, lovingly, unlike the way he took his ass with fingers and cock. He had won, he knew he had broken the cocky stud. Now to complete his revenge, by showing him the best time he had ever had.

As the two males kissed, low shuddering moans built in Cameron's chest as he felt his coach begin to rut him, slowly, taking his time. Each aching withdrawal left the colt feeling empty, his quivering donut gripping the thick cockhead like a drowning man grips a life preserver. The bull would chuckle at the feel of needy ass, teasing him by wigging his broad hips, before sliding back in, testing the depths of Cameron's tunnel before finishing with a last hard thrust, burying the final couple of inches deep and drawing a hiss of discomfort from the teen as he felt his insides rearranged while mammoth bull balls slapped his taint. And so it went, the pace quickening, before a change of angle brought a new sigh of content. He had found the little colt nut again, this time with his cock.

Jack really wanted it to last, but it felt too good to hold back, and soon he was rutting into the teen football stud with all his might, swinging his heavy hips and smacking them into the poor colt's thighs and ass, trying to punch his way deeper into those hot confines. He felt muscles slacken as the colt became used to being fucked, his cries turning to moans as each new entry drove fresh pleasure into the beaten stud. No longer the cocky one, Cameron whined like a bitch in heat, begging for it harder and deeper, and Jack was only too happy to accede to his request. The kid was after all being polite. He was saying 'please'...quite a lot.

Cameron no longer cared about anything but the feeling in his ass, and the burning desperate fullness of his balls. As the fuck continued, he could smell the deep smell of bull musk, sweet and pungent, even more enticing than the scent from his tutor's pussy the night before. Opening his eyes, he saw the wild sight of coach Barnes above him, head thrown back and muscles straining, his horns almost glistening in the light. Explosive snorts shot from his nostrils on each thrust, making the bull's golden nose ring flop about as he plundered the teen's formerly virgin ass. As he watched, Cameron saw the bull drop his head and open his eyes again, a sexy wicked smirk on his muzzle as deep blue eyes locked on Cameron's soulful brown ones.

"Time to show your coach what you've got Cam."

And with that, the bull rolled his hips into a series of powerful thrusts, all designed for one purpose; nailing a soft sensitive colt nut. Jack could feel it on each thrust, the way his cock head bent and spread as it hit the spongy joy button; he also felt the result, the way Cameron's whole body went into spasms, his ass gripping hard and fluttering like a bird, wild nickering cries wrenched from his muzzle.

"Uh..uh..uh...uh....UGHhhHHHHHH!"

Jack watched, fascinated, as the flared end of Cameron's cock seemed almost to spread like a flower, before a long rope of teenage cum shot from the tip to coat them both, the colt's cock thrashing about uncontrollably as it deposited it's second load of foal batter, finally relenting only after covering both their chests in dripping white seed. The bull felt himself close, and momentarily thought of filling the broken stud's ass, but at the last moment decided on a different end. Pulling out, he gripped his throbbing cock and stroked, only needing a couple of fast jerks before his bull balls unloaded their own mass of thick spooge on the panting teen, his throat unleashing a deep satisfying moo of pleasure. Shot after shot covered Cameron, their cum mixing on his chest and belly as the bull marked his territory.

Absently rubbing his fingers against Cameron's chest, he flicked the teen's perky nipples before taking a long sticky line of cum on his fingertips. He bought them to his muzzle, tasting the essence of colt and bull in one. Fuck it tasted good. He scooped up another mess of jizz, mesmerised by the sight of it flowing awkwardly across his fingers.

No sense in keeping it all to himself.

"Open wide Cam!"

The broken colt was too mindfucked to resist, opening his muzzle and suckling the bulls fingers, lapping at the gooey treat. It tasted good.

With a last friendly slap on Cameron's ass, Jack stood up, pulling the bunched shorts and jockstrap from the feathered ankles of the colt. He untangled the clothing, throwing the skimpy shorts back to land on the panting teen. Not the jockstrap though. That he was going to keep. Bringing the pungent pouch to his nostrils, he inhaled deeply, the scent of his new stud bitch implanted on his brain. With a backward glance, tail swaying leisurely, he gave the broken stud some parting words.

"Good workout colt. I told you that you could always take more than you thought if you put your mind to it, now you know exactly how much. Now, hit the showers!"

The door swung open and he trotted back to his office with a beefy chuckle.

*****

As he sat at his desk, Jack replayed the fuck session he had just finished, remembering every sensation for future reference. If he knew the colt, and he felt he did, he thought that little pony would be back for more. The bull was looking forward to sampling more of that ass; he was hooked.

What to do about Helen though?

That was the hard part, the cow had her reasons, he knew better than anyone. The problem still remained, and though he could use his knowledge against her, it wouldn't necessarily solve anything. He had to admire her taste after all; if she was going to cheat on him, Cameron was an inspired choice.

As he lazily played over the problem in his mind, scenarios kept coming back into view, ones where they both got what they wanted. A vision revealed itself, the sexy stud colt with his muzzle buried in his wife's pussy, while he pounded that tight tailhole. The thought had its inevitable effect; his cock sprang to life again, demanding attention. He rubbed it through his sweats, finding the tingling growing as a slow smile broke over his muzzle.

Why the hell not eh?

Hearing the sound of running water from the other side of the wall, he pictured Cameron in the showers, scrubbing the thick coating of jizz from his strawberry roan coat. He wondered if that strand of cum was still hanging from his curly forelock, so cute he wanted to eat it all up.

Maybe I should go help him wash...and I can tell him the good news. He might be getting more pussy after all.

Whistling a happy tune, the aroused bull sauntered through the door heading for the shower room.

"Fuck it's good to be the coach!"