Ed had managed to keep the edge off while in class with his handsome students, but just barely. While he had long yearned to make love to all of them, he had been able to have enough sex at home every day to keep him from losing control around his beautiful students.
The school's valedictorian of some years back, who was staying on doing postgraduate thesis work and living with Ed, had fallen in love with him. Captain of the swim team and a gifted and beautiful body builder with several years' worth of muscle packed onto his tanned and tall body, Rafe had long since transformed under Ed's endless torrents of centaur come. In fact, Rafe had transformed several times over, and had grown only more beautiful with time and come. Mad with love for Ed, Rafe edited and published Ed's research and much of his own when he was not working out or making love with Ed.
When Rafe was not making love to Ed, he made up the lonely hours making love to his clone, another of Ed's research projects that had turned out beautiful beyond anyone's wildest expectations.
Rafe himself was not so much a centaur as a team of centaurs, with a stunning, broad-shouldered, six-armed torso that towered at the head of a pair of hextaur stallion bodies, that is, each centaur body six-legged by virtue of double hindquarters. His boyish beauty and sweet lips drove Ed wild, and he had enjoyed so much exposure to Ed's stretch- inducing precum that he and his clone were both very flexible and stretchy, whether at will or involuntarily.
His clone, cloned as human, before Rafe chose to become a centaur, had proven that clones take on their own direction after cloning. Identical in every other way to the beautiful Rafe, Jose the clone had opted to remain human. Naturally, his beautiful muscle-sculpted swimmer's body had been distended endless times by Ed's incredible centaur organ, and Jose bore in his body the beautiful attributes of Ed's repeated lovemaking—he was as tall as Rafe and Ed, with a double layer of broad, beautiful shoulders, spangled with three long arms each. He was nearly a centaur in his multiple complement of handsome human legs, twelve long-muscled male beauties to complement his twelve beautiful arms.
Oddly enough, he was as wild about Rafe the twelve-legged double-hextaur as Rafe was about him as the most multiple of multi- limbers. And when their massive, beautiful bodies weren't stretched and twined in sweating, pulsing love, giant centaur and multilimber penises shooting come profusely in every possible direction, they would relax together, seemingly of one mind as their several beautiful hands thumbed through research books or, with consummate delicacy for such big, strong hands, gently typed away at the computer keyboard.
It was a matter of some serious discipline that Rafe and Jose tried not to look at one another's beautiful faces during their work; otherwise, a look invariably led to a gaze, a gaze to a smile, a smile to a kiss, and a kiss would lead to multiple burning giant penises in full arousal, followed by hours upon hours of come-soaked love.
For fun, they played complex games of every description, as masters of the highest levels of nearly every real time and computer game ever invented. For further fun, they played the stock market on-line, with skill and luck. But no wealth would ever match their endless, burning love for each other and for Ed. Nor Ed's love for them.
It still amused Ed that Rafe and Jose would simply lose some of their limbs from time to time, due to the sometimes involuntary stretchiness. Ed would patiently pick up extra foursomes of legs or fallen stallion hindquarters where they sprawled, and lovingly press them back onto the owners as they made love to each other.
Only the giant, aroused penises that had become separated truly distracted Ed for any amount of time—he loved to gather them all up and spend hours nuzzling and sucking them before returning them to the sleeping Rafe and Jose.