Part I

“An Epic of Lust”
By, Kevin Rooste

Angelina and her father lived and worked their century old family farm. The farm was one which grew grain and had few animals, this much to the chagrin of Angelina, she finding and feeling something of a delight about them.

One bright and sunny morning her father announced the delivery of a big buck goat. As he had to work for the machine shop that day to make some extra money, it was Angelina’s duty to handle the delivery and bedding down of the new animal.

When the wretched old truck pulled to a stop by the barns that mid morning, a crotchety old man lumbered out of the truck, clipboard in hand, and stood looking around, as if taking inventory of their family farm.

A bright and cheery Angelina called her hello, and upon greeting the old man received a far less courteous response. She blushed to his comment about one so pretty running a farm. His comments continued to suggest she was anything but a prim and proper young lady as he asked her bluntly if she would care to pleasure with the buck goat he had as a load.

Quickly the monster black goat was unloaded from the rear of that rusty truck, as Angelina signed the waybill; she got a love pat to her rear by the driver.

A rope and choke chain noosed about the big black goat’s neck kept him easily under her control. The animal seemed to be quite content, this Angelina noted seeing he was obviously having some satisfied ideas about living on the family farm, as she walked him to the barn, he swung a massive Billy buck goat erection.

Once inside the barn, Angelina closed the lower half of the Dutch type barn door, assuredly trapping the big goat from as possible tries of escape.

Although escape seemed to be the furthest thing from his mind, as when they both stood in his box stall he stepped close, and with his muzzle he weaseled his nostrils into Angelina’s crotch.

Angelina was as prim and proper but also felt some pleasure when a male animal played or thought to taunt her in s sensual sort of way. She brushed his head away, giggling, and telling the big buck that he could fun with the nanny goats come the next day.

Her words and pushing did not dismay him from trying it two more times, the last try he bit her slack with his front teeth and with a hard right jerk of his great head, her slacks tore and he yanked them down to her knees.

Surprised by the attack, Angelina screamed, as he suitor butted his horns and head into the back of her knees, dropping the young woman to fall on all fours.

The torn slacks did the trick of binding Angelina enough so she could not react and jump to her feet. Instead the big black goat took the initiative, leaping on her back and becoming instantly erect.

Angelina a grown young woman was still slight of build weighing about 138 pounds. Her suitor though was a well formed and husky buck of a goat weighing nearer to 300 pounds and with his bulk and beastly strength his forelegs and hind quarter captivated his quest.

Screaming for help that had gone to work at the machine shop in town, Angelina was near to fainting from her horror as she felt the tip of a hot goatish penis begin to invade her most private part.

As the hot shaft moved within her body it was as if some other mind had entered hers, suggesting harshly she remove her blouse.

Quickly her Christian upbringing faded and she felt only pangs of lust and a wild desire to let this happen. Even as the great goat sunk his shaft ever deeper Angelina turned to look back at the goat, her mind filled with strange lusty thoughts, and having almost evil hope that he would breed her and often.

The hot shaft slid in deeper and gaining girth and length until poor Angelina could do nothing but moan with her pangs of rank pleasure. As her lover did thrust harsh but rhythmic, and soothing manner, she again peered along the right side of her crouched form, seeing this time not a massive goat, but a strange creature having some human like features.
Where it counted he was as a goat from the abdomen down, his chest was quite human but near devoid of any hair. She looked at him with a seductive smile, he returning one with his then humanistic face, it covered mostly with then short and thinning hair.

The creature had yet his curving goat horns, goatish ears, and a nice looking goatee below a rather noble looking chin.

Angelina was then grunting with every deep and forceful thrust, but between her moans and grunting of delight, she tried to ask the creature of whom, or what he was, be he animal, or some monster?

Leaning forward the creature whispered softly to Angelina, telling her he was a satyr by the name of Duckin.

She listened to him but truly by then she did not care, her only desire was that he should continue to rut her, bring her to an orgasm, and when the spirited moved either of them they should begin again.

Once he had exploded inside her with enough of his semen and cum, she felt its bulk load oozing out her sensual lips. Angelina rolled on her back, face up she lay there eyeing this wild and sexual creature, thoroughly delighted her father purchased this one and not another dull nanny.

Duckin dropped to his knees, they straddling Angelina about her lower most ribs. He smiled and beckoned she take and suck his shaft, confiding her with what would come next was something truly wild and sensual beyond her wettest dreams.


Angelina looked up at the strange sight. She had seen satyrs in stories of Greek myths but never in her born days did she believe such a creature ever existed.

The satyr straddled her with his immensely strong goat like legs. He motioned a hairy human like hand, pointing toward his groin and announcing, “There is still enough for two more rounds, if you want?"

Emily hoisted herself to leaning on her elbows, his hot and blood red cock well poked into her mouth; as she blinked seductively, bracing her lips to smile without dropping his cock out her mouth

Then as she heard the Satyr's invitation, Angelina felt the tickling feeling between her legs. She reached a free hand to check and feel her sensual lips, then wide eyed with surprise she announced, "You raped me!"

"Well I look at it as I endowed you with my passion and blessed you with a pint of my best seed. Be you so satisfied to suck upon my passion, your bodily form and longing thoughts shall join with mine, we becoming as true lovers. We will walk together as mates in a richer world of sensualness and enjoying raw passion!" offered the Satyr with one hand stretched out suggesting his shaft was the way to a lusty life of wild pleasure.

Angelina twisted and turned, rolling over and jumping to her feet.

One quick grab at her clothes she took off on a run. Out the barn she ran and to the house and its hope of safety. Once inside the dwelling she darted into the half bath by the back door and proceeded to wash up.

A wash cloth was just full on that Satyr yellow semen as she wrung out the cloth under hot water again and again. Finally she dressed and a quick brush of her hair she walked upstairs to her own bathroom and shower.

The steaming shower seemed to wash all filth of those minutes she had been with that animal. As that sensual tickle began again she unscrewed the shower head from the flexible tube and proceeded to ram the water jetting hose up her vagina for a rinse.

The feeling of the hose reminded her of his penetration. As the water flowed in, around, and streamed out of her slit she moaned in absolute desire. A shiver of sensual thought ran over her body and the offer of that creature to join him in body and mind began to sound very good.

Just then a cold realization of her world hit as her father started a load of hot water laundry and Angelina lost all of her hot water. The icy coldness of the water brought her wandering mind back to a cold resolution. Pulling the shower's hose from her body the cold water poured from her slit and gave that same sensual feeling again.

A call from her father that he was going to the Tractor Supply Store for parts sent her scrambling to reach the doorway and beg to go with him. As she entered the hallway she heard his truck start up and drive out the driveway to be on his way.

Angelina was scared to be left alone on the farm if that creature was lurking about. She was afraid that it might lure her back into that passionate feeling and in that state of sexual lust her courage and humanity might be gone forever.

The sounds of bleating nanny goats being rutted to insane and rank passions, only suggested the satyr goat creature was happily playing in the barn.

Angelina tried covering her ears, while the sounds of the nanny goats having what could be her wild pleasuring was driving her mad with desire.

In a moment of panic Angelina call her best friend Tina, pleading she had a problem and needed help, and Tina was quick to respond and was soon on her way over to help her friend.

The thumping sound of large cloven hooves on the rear deck announced her lover was there waiting to be let into the house.

Angelina walked to the sliding glass door, seeing the sex monster in all his glory, her heart melted, she stood unbelieving her own actions as she unlatched the door, slid it open and immediately fell to her knees before him.

He smiled with his evil and seductive sort of grin, his goat like shaft emerging from a thick haired sheath, rose up and stood mightily and ready to bring Angelina into his fold.

She reached with a quick and firm grip, taking his shaft in her hand, and jamming it in her lovely mouth.

Sucking, she felt and as much knew then the taste of his globs of yellow semen, swallowing them down, fully aware that by so doing she would soon become as was he, a satyr female.

A pain from on her forehead foretold of sprout horns, this seemed to tickle her and Angelina laughed boldly. As things began to change she noted the sound of a car driving into the gravel driveway, Tina was there, and just in time too! She giggled softly realizing how her hearing had so much increased. A soft and slightly furred hand reached to her ears and felt the thing stretching longer, becoming pointed, and feeling as of an ear of one of her many goats.

As her human hair change color, turning to a faun brown, getting much thicker and many times longer, she finished her sucking of Dunkin, and stood up, licking the last globs of semen from her then puckered lips.

The thick pelt of faun brown hair sprang from her belly, filling about her groin, trailing quickly along legs than had begun their transitioning to be those of a goat.

As her human breasts suddenly swelled, increasing to a bountiful D size, remaining firm and having black nipples that stood up and out a good two inches.

Duckin reached his head forward and with great care too one of the new nipples in his mouth and began to suck like a hungry kid goat.

Slender and shapely was her human body and this continued to her satyr from as well. Feeling her newly acquired radiant body, Angelina took to dancing about the living room, jumping over chairs, and flaunting her breasts and pussy at every leap and chance.

The stiff rap at the front door stopped her dancing, reminded suddenly of Tina and with a suggestive eye to Duckin; she smiled and gave an assuring nod.

Angelina shushed her lover as she pulled him into the half bath near the back door of the house. Before she could make her leave and answer the front door, an excited Duckin began to feel her waist and tickle her passion. Closing her eyes, Angelina drank in that moment of sensual delight. Her heart and mind wanted to turn to him and enjoy his passion for her body.

The bang of the screen door alerted of a growing impatience of Tina, she was as wanting into the house, while Angelina stood with her goaty legs splayed apart and her lover poking his long tongue into her pussy. A moan came from Angelina as with this new undeniable arousal she became willingly his to do anything Duckin asked.

The banging sounds of Tina stopped as she opened the unlocked door and stepped into the foyer calling out Angelina in a loud but quivering voice.

Angelina opened the bathroom door, her plan was to surprise Tina and once she could view her new beauty she would let her lover infect a best friend too.

The fashionable hardwood flooring made it near impossible for two satyrs to walk softly on cloven hoofs, as they passed through the kitchen its slate floor only echoed the coming of something that walked like an animal.

Duckin and Angelina turned the corner from the hallway, standing in their naked satyr form glory at the opposite side of the living room from a wondering Tina. The surprised look on Tina’s face made Duckin laugh with his bold and loud deep toned voice.

Angelina saw the surprised look, but felt more love and consideration for her friend. She was herself so sensually turned on that the hope of giving some of her joy to another was for Angelina as common place!

"Tina please; I beg of you to stay and join me, his love and touch has changed me to this fantastic form! We make love constantly, I can think of nothing but giving in to his lust for my body. Oh you must join us!" Angelina stood flaunting her body and as much beckoned to her friend; while Duckin cast a seductive grin at his prey.

Tina stood there for a few moments, her mouth open, eyes wide, and her hands clutching at her breasts. Stammering upon her words she responded to her very different looking friend, "No, no way Angel, I have a desire to be like my mother and not as some animal fodder like him. You were a nice person and good friend but now your thoughts are twisted. The sexual desire of his bestial touch has removed your morality, as you have lost all your ties with being human, and stand there the epedemy of someone degraded down to being an animal kept for his sexual pleasures. I for one do not plan to let him or you touch me!"

Suddenly the male Satyr sprang forward to grab, and infect his prey tainting her by just his satyr touch.

In that same moment Tina produced a shotgun, it setting near the front door, placed there for dealing with unwanted intruders by Angelina’s father.

A double click from the triggers sent the twin blast of multiple lead balls down the opened mouth of Duckin. Instantly his entire head exploded into a million pieces, sending blood and brain cells all over Angelina, as she was just behind but to one side of her seductive lover.

The horrible scene of blood and gore was too much for Angelina, she crumpled down on her goatish legs, sprawling out on the living room floor.

Tina had gone hunting with her father for many years, shot a few stags, gutting them and thinking near nothing of the sight. She turned her view toward what she expected was to be a lifeless corpse lying on the floor.

A sucking sound turned her attention to the body as she watched with a cautious wonder, seeing something that was as impossible as maybe meeting a satyr. Before her started a disintegration of the satyr body as his head and the splattered parts turned white, blood evaporated, until all was but a dry white dust setting in small piles about the carpet.

Stunned by the strange actions, Tina stood for a moment and then stepped past the white dirt and kneeled by her friend.

A look to her friend saw Angelina regaining her humanity. The shaggy goat hairs dropped out of her skin. They like the body of the satyr collected as white dust on the floor, encircling about her body. Her two white horns dropped to the floor, fizzling, tossing sparks, then with a firry poof, they were gone!

Tina shook her head in dismay as the slender and sexy looking satyr goat legs on Angelina began to reshape, becoming the pudgy limbs of someone who ate too much and exercised too little. As with the other satyr goat parts of her body, that which fell to the floor turned to dust.

In a matter of minutes what Angelina was as a satyr female had vanished, leaving her nakedly lying in the living room, human again, if at least in body.

Tina bent down and patting the soft face brought Angelina to awaken.

"He's gone dear, he just dried up to a pile of white powder see," said Tina pointing to the mere outline of what was once a sex craving satyr.

Angelina sat up quickly, her eyes tearing up as she surveyed the scene, this of her lover’s fate. Covering her face with her hands, crying and balling she sobbed over her loss. She pushed Tina away as her friend sought to give a friendly and comforting hug.

Blubbering out her words between renewed sobs of her sorrow, Angelina exclaimed, "I loved the way he touched me, as I enjoyed being his satyr lover, it was my thrill of a lifetime, and I shall know it again, some how!"

Tina kicked the shotgun to a far corner of the room, getting to her feet she mumbled a few disgusting remarks and headed for the door.

Still in tears but having her father coming home soon, she went to the hall closet and took out the vacuum cleaner. She thought for a second, then reached to the shelf and grabbed a new sweeper bag; then putting it into the sweeper she was not willing to mix her lover’s dust with the lint from under the beds.

Angelina began to sweep away the remains of her first true love. Still naked she continued to sweep as from the front door her friend Tina watched. When the last bits of powder went up into the sweeper bag Tina went out the door and soon drove away.

An insulted and angry Angelina sat naked in a chair. Her one thought was top gain what Tina had ruined, wishing to be again as was her lost love and sensual form.

As if a bolt from the blue, Angelina sprang from the chair, stood for a moment listening, then still naked, she ran out the back door and headed for the nanny goats grazing in the pasture.

Once she reached the small herd, Angelina began to check each vagina of every nanny in turn.

Finally she saw the glorious yellow drips of satyr semen still clinging to the furry butt of one nanny goat. Kneeling down she held the nanny in place and began to lick the hindquarters clean of its rich and tasty bounty.

The salty semen had the taste of power in it. Angelina began to feel that same growing feeling of animal desire, she needed sex but from who?

Her father's farm only borrowed a buck goat when the nannies' time was in need. She quickly gazed to the other fields and quickly discounted the 2000 pound Shorthorn bull as not willing enough and too heavy.

The thought of Mike her father's Quarter horse and stallion, but his cock was so huge she'd never get it in, so who?

As the semen instilled a passion for sexual need Angelina walked hunched over toward the barn and with hope. A feeling of such horniness had her even thinking of letting the Rhode Island Red rooster jump her and do his little squirt.

Pushing the barn door open presented her self with the answer. There standing calm as could be was Sam, and Bob the two Welsh Cob pony stallions which her Father used to pull the hayrides and his prize beer wagon in the many parades.

Still naked and without any care except sensual gratification, Angelina knelt down between the studs and began to touch the sheaths. "First one to drop his hose wins me for a romp," thought Angelina.

As she sat there Bob was the first to drop and become erect. Standing then in front of the pony's nostrils, she let him snuff her sex. The stallion began to stomp about the stall with a wild desire to enjoy his member in a warm place.

Looking about, some hay bales offered an excellent place for her to lie down and give Bob his due reward.

Two bales atop one the other placed her body at a good height for the pony to mount. Quivering with wild sexual memories of Duckin, Angelina lay across the bales, her legs spread and giving the pony full view of his mark.

Bob like his partner were both old enough to be quite well accomplished at mounting, as he straddled his bulk weight upon the bales, his tapered shaft oozed out a slimy precum. A glistening black pony stallion cock made slick and slippery slid inside Angelina like a monster python.

The unexpected expansion of her vagina to the black shaft of pony Bob made her scream. As Bob worked his massive rod ever deeper he snorted and made delighted grunting sounds. No doubt the tightness of Angelina was to him and her one great thrill, as he thrust his excitement made the end of his shaft to wiggle, this sensation brought Angelina to feel her own orgasm.

Bob moved like the old stud he was, moving with the quick thrusts of a pelvic region well taught to make his cock work perfectly to give him pure pleasure. When he fired his pint size load, it spewed like a fire hose into Angelina and her sexy window. Feeling himself sated the stallion stepped back falling off the bales but bringing his muzzle to begin sniffing at Angelina, her vagina then leaking as it had from Duckin.

After sucking a nanny goat pussy clean of satyr cum and semen, Angelina was about numb mentally as morally but right then she could not care less. She put Bob back into his stall, reset the bales of hay in their place, and went into the house before her father came home; less he would see or catch her running about the farm, naked as a Jaybird.

Into the house and back upstairs for another relaxing shower. Again she unscrewed the Water Pick shower head and used the warm pipe to stimulate her overly stimulated privates.

The sound of her father’s truck pulling into the driveway gave her a sad feeling, since she had thoughts of returning to the barn and playing some more with either of the ponies.

A bright and smiling face met her father at the back door. His face however was one of an angry and scowling man, disgusted to see his daughter answering the door dressed only in slacks and having either a shirt or a blouse to cover her ample chest.
Embarrassed for her forgetfulness, Angelina raced back to her bedroom and remained there until her father called for her to come downstairs for diner.

He called and called again and again, but Angelina did not come down stairs.

Worried that he had insulted her into a fit of female anger, he went upstairs to ask her face to face, apologizing if need be, and humbling of him self as well.

Angelina had cried herself asleep, face down into her pillow she had her back toward the bedroom door. Her father came inside the room quickly taking notice of a rank smell, one he knew well as that belonging to equine semen.

Carefully he reached a comforting hand to take hold of Angelina by her shoulder. His touch awakened his daughter, but at the same time his touch alerted him to something that should be there. Instead of pulling his hand back in surprise, he slipped his had past the neck of her blouse and felt along her backbone.

Surprise had to show on his face as rather than feeling the silky smoothness of his daughters back, he felt thick shaggy coarse wool run between his fingers.

Angelina felt her father’s probing hand and also of what he felt was growing then from her back. Slowly she rolled toward him, her eyes and face telling that something really strange had happened at the farm during the afternoon hours.

As if a return gifting to Angelina from the satyr semen and cum she sucked from the one tainted nanny goat, along with her romp with Bob, the physical features of a satyr likeness returned, but this time with even more a wild side to its happy host.

The auburn hair that her father so often praised had turned this time to jet black. Again her forehead was adorned with horns but not white, instead they were black, those normally found only on male satyr heads.

Her eyes made a Father gasp with horror, seeing how his daughter’s pupils had changed from brown to a bright glistening yellow and were not round but had become rectangular like those of a goat.

She took a deep breath, reaching her fuzzy hand and palm to touch the surprised face of a father gaping at what he expected to be his lovely daughter, and wasn’t!

Angelina spoke to her father, ready to tell of the goat that was delivered, how he was in fact a satyr in hiding. She tried to explain the rest of her horrors as he was shot dead and then his dust she swept into the Hoover sweeper for safekeeping. All this and so much more she was prepared to say but upon hearing the tone of her voice it reminded her of Duckin, she spoke as with his voice then!

Now her father looked at her as if he had awakened some monster from off her bed. He stepped backwards, missing the doorway to the hall, bumping into a chest of drawers instead.

Angelina slipped off her bed and feeling she had again changed. Her fingers armed with small cube hooflets ripped away her tight binding blouse. This reviled a strong muscled black skin and haired chest, not of a human female, but drastically changed to be as one young, strong and vibrant male satyr.

She saw how her body had changed thought then to kick off her slacks, as too she ripped away the silky panties like they were made of paper.

Angelina breathed in feeling her then exceptionally muscled chest expand.

Her eyes told much of what she was feeling, as the sensation and excitement to which she felt was somehow instilled, brought about by the blending pony semen, and her devouring of satyr cum.

The rank thrill suggested she probe her goat pussy to be sure she was still female, but as her fingers touched a saggy groin her eyes and face filled with a sense of wonder. As if terrified herself but in the same way thrilled of what she felt, of well hung big goat like testicles slung between hind legs. As she felt more upward the tubular feeling of a goat’s sheath had protruded from her lower abdomen. She felt herself getting an erection, a sensation she had felt and enjoyed feeling of Duckin, but now it was coming from within her. Angelina gripped her fuzzy hands about the emerging shaft, thrilled of its exotic sensation, she having become both goat and a buck. The fond memory of Duckin and his blood red shaft was at first a disappointment, as then with its moving into the light she remembered well of Bob and his might cock. Suddenly delighted with her changed self, Angelina squealed of joy seeing not a slender goat cock but one exactly like what Bob the pony had used so nicely on her.

Seeing then of her terrified father, she considering him as fodder to prey upon, no longer was he someone she should love and adore. As she stepped toward him, Angelina delighted in the feeling of again standing on cloven hoofs. Her erect pony sized shaft was but an added thrill to someone tantalized near insane by all she felt. Giggling like a silly female she slid a few of her hooflets fingertips down the length of her shaft, encircling the flared and flattened head of a cock normally found upon a might pony stallion.

As she stood his face to her chest, the scared human cringed seeing what his dear daughter had become; she stopped, looked down the length of her taller body, admiring her goatish hind legs, cloven hooves, and low hung testicles. Her body had changed to one of jet black colored skin, black shaggy goatish hair, but having hung out her Billy goat sheath was the same length, girth, and shaped penis as what Bob had so nicely inserted up her womanly vagina.

Reaching her hands to touch and cup the chin of her human father, Angelina began to speak to him, telling how what she became was something he should consider as divinely inspired. As her fingertips touched his face he let out a blood curdling scream, sinking away from her touch and crumpling to the bedroom floor.

At first Angelina had a loving feeling of concern for her father, but this faded quickly as if from deep inside her mind some part of Duckin was suggesting to make the man suckle her massive pony shaped penis.

Taking the limp man by his underarms, an exceptionally strong satyr male named as Angelina hoisted her father to his knees and without even asking of him she pressed her cock head inside his limp mouth.
Angelina marveled at the instantaneous response as her father’s body jumped to an alert state, he began sucking on her black shaft as if a kid with a Popsicle.

Three orgasms later, Angelina removed her cock for what was a father’s black lipped mouth. She took a step back, peering down and seemingly admiring what her goatish semen could do to human flesh. There crumpled in a heap of flesh and assorted different bones was not her human father, but one yearling male goat.

She spoke to it as if wondering whether some of his human mentality remained intact and to his use. To Angelina’s surprise she heard the young goat reply with several bleating sounds, seemingly it was also surprised to hear himself as then unable to speak like a man; but trembling and fully aware he was then a goat.

Feeling less than interested in the young buck goat as to be some lover of her new body, Angelina led what was her father to the goat pasture. Once inside he took to goat play, trying to mount over one of the nanny goats. He stood anxiously trying his utmost to mount her, his hot red cock having the same tulip head as does a circumcised man, but was part of one fast growing and soon maturing Billy goat.

Leaving him to his new form and way of life, Angelina thought of repaying Tina for her killing of Duckin. Returning to the house she called Tina, apologizing for her actions and words, pleading for her to come over and talk.

PART II

While she waited and schemed before Tina to arrive, there was a knock to the rear sliding glass door.

Cautiously Angelina peered around the corner of a wall to see just who might be knocking. There standing with a newspaper rolled up under his armpit stood Lionel, the neighborhood newspaper delivery man wishing to collect his monthly charges.

Never before had Angelina thought anything of dear Lionel, as is until right then as both she and he were the same color, but he was as yet still human.

As Lionel Ford turned away disgusted, he tossed the evening paper onto a chair setting there on the deck. He stepped down from the deck and began walking the sidewalk back toward where he left his motor scooter running.

"Pisst, pisst, Lionel!" called a deep but soft sounding voice from behind the tall hedge nearest the front porch of Angelina’s home.

Lionel a brother of soul was always willing to help. He mostly enjoyed helping those with soft sounding voices and a need of some personal attention.

"Who dat, who callin this man, me the man with the town news," inquired Lionel.

"Me, Angelina!" he heard the reply but it did not sound like that sweet and lovely voice of such a warm hearted person he knew.

"Please Lionel I have something for you that will give one hell of a hard," beckoned Angelina.

"Is dat you, really, cuss it derant sound like you. Ya, you and Tina up to toy’in with me! Wa kinda fool you play me foo? I not born yesterday!” Lionel grumbled as he turned to walk away.

"Oh, Lionel please I want you to show me a good time. You are so cute and I've wanted to feel you inside me for so long, please," begged Angelina her animal passions taking over all desire and mind.

He stood outside the thick hedge and looked about. A gaze into his paper pouch showed only six papers more to be delivered. He could easily finish the route and come back in ten minutes. "I'll finish my route and return in fifteen minutes, ok honey doll?"

Lionel drove off seeing Tina driving up, to her he gave a friendly smile, expecting upon his return to have some fun with two white bitches.

Tina drove to the rear of the house, getting out of her car she saw this young male goat doing his utmost to rut a large nanny goat. She stood and watched, her own fantasies running wild, giving her such sensual sensations and making her get dripping wet just imagining what it might be like.

Tina went to the rear sliding glass door but did not knock, instead she boldly entered the house and stood in the living room and called out, announcing to Angelina of her presence.

Angelina stepped out from the hallway leading to the downstairs bedrooms; her sudden large and black male satyr figure stunned Tina. She stood there gawking at the face of Angelina but seeing how it was but a part of something looking more like Duckin, only more masculine.

A pair of bright yellow eyes stared into the stunned eyes of one young college graduate named Tina. As if like the ability of a snake to inspire its prey to stiffen in place and await their doom, Angelina did this to her best friend.

Tina was stunned and dumb struck, unable to make hardly a squeak of a sound. She watched with her eyes wide as could be, seeing this black male satyr creature come closer and closer.

Angelina began to display her massive pony size of cock, it was coated in precum, glistening, and becoming ready to plunge away Tina’s humanity.

Still agile and nimble fingers adorned with her hooflets worked feverishly at removing all of Tina’s clothing. Then with her prey standing naked before her soon to be master, Tina found herself mentally directed to suck first and then allow her body to be defamed by one male satyr.

The living room was to Angelina as good a place as her bed or a grassy field to bring Tina into her fold. At first Tina tried to fight for her freedom but the burning glare from Angelina’s eyes quelled all thoughts of escape. First Angelina lay over her prey missionary style, but her fond memories of how Duckin and Bob did her before suggested a better way to get her thrills with Tina.

After one hardy good amount of satyr semen had burst into Tina her body began to change. The sensual sensations were at first horrifying to Tina, but as the semen flooded her womb the feeling warranted a change in her mindset. Crying and whimpering turned to seductive moaning and the groans of one feeling enjoyment of having her sex rutted by some animal.
As beginning from the point of infection goat hair began to encircle Tina’s rump. She had a harsh twinge of pain when her tailbone jutted out and up, immediately sprouting hairs and becoming a wiggling tail.

Angelina worked her prey as might an artist doing a portrait. The wild sensuality did much to forge Tina into a satyr female form. Her changes about a hairy vulva spread to encompass her thighs, changing legs and feet, heels became hocks, and toes stiffened after near melting soft when they became her cloven hoofs.

Tina a ravishing young woman with black head of hair changed in color as did her body changed of species. Now she stood as a red roan color of satyr female. Her shaggy hair had a silky feel, not coarse as the hair on Angelina, or even as was on a father then humping his nanny goats in the pasture.

Once the third load of satyr semen hand infected its host, Tina pulled herself from being impaled on Angelina’s might shaft. She stood up and with her goatish legs splayed slightly apart, she began with nimble fingers to touch, smooth, and discover what it felt to be the first “Satyress” for her master Angelina.

Nimble fingers touched her horns, feeling how they sprouted her forehead, curving back toward the rear of her shaggy head. She felt the spiraling, and ribs that made them feel as nice and neat as she expected they looked. Her hands felt of hairy pointed ears, and with her touching these she began to giggle and laugh.

Delighted in how she felt being then a Satyress, Tina took to doing a dainty sort of dance about the living room floor. She would occasionally kick her legs one at a time into the air, eyeing her master’s stare, and doing her best to display her most sensual hole.

Even a Satyress can become tired from her frolicking, and so Tina slowed her dancing and collapsed down to a goatish kneeling position, as she looked up and smiled at Angelina.

“Thank you my master, I am so delighted you have blessed me with this my wonderful, sensual new form. I am in you debt for what you have granted unto me, is there any favor you ask that I might try to repay thee?” Tina asked, her thankfulness bubbling out as her sensual satyr form enticed her to forget all of what she had cherished when human.

Meanwhile, Lionel being in a rich part of town and not being of what they there thought as of proper hue to enter the front doors of such homes, he often then approached the homes from the driveway. In this part of town every home there had a formal entry, but for those deemed less of worth they also had the service entrance nearer the garage.

The invitation of Angelina to return and have him help her relieve her sensual frustrations, meant he needed to enter her house from the rear; watching as well for the local security police.

When he stood nearest the stockade fence that concealed the swimming pool, he had for a moment the thought of Angelina and her friend Tina, they liked to often times play him as a fool.

Lionel called out to Angelina, waiting for her verbal invitation before he entered what was considered as both quite a private place but one for those of a preferred color.

"Lionel, come to the pool house, she is ready for you, inside." said Angelina with a seductive sound to her voice.

Lionel crept inside the fence and worked his way toward the little changing house near the big pool. As he opened the door slowly it was quite dark inside. "Angelina, Tina, I'm here!"

The door slammed shut and he was jumped by someone from his back while another grabbed his shirt. Lionel fell onto a fuzzy form as they hit the carpeted floor. The light from outside had blinded him but now his eyes went wide as he began to see Tina.

There she lay on the carpet in a fantasy costume of shaggy hair. Her legs seemed shaggy too, more than anywhere he could see. She wore cute cloven hooves over her toes, but her feet looked exceptionally longer than what he could remember. Red roan curly hairs covered her backbone like the mane on the peak of a horse’s neck. A kinky looking tail sprung from out the line of curly hairs which made the romp even more of interest.

Looking behind him was Angelina, or so he then thought, she wearing a black costume of goat like features, including the most massive rack of curving ram horns that seemed to be glued to her forehead.

Neat pointed hair ears stuck out from the sides of their heads. Lionel was intrigued by what he saw, and quickly got caught up in the moment.

Nimble fingers and little cloven hooflets unbuttoned his shirt, pants, and removed his clothes. This went on as Lionel nibbled on the exceptionally elongated nipples stiffly jetting from Tina’s tapered and nice large breasts.

As sucked softly on Tina, Angelina began to assault his maleness with her eager mouth. A sound of hardy sucking rang in the small cottage as three overly sex drive creatures began to indulge in making love.

As play became a little rougher Lionel was surprised to sense milk coming from Tina’s nipples. At first he pulled back and stopped sucking but her cloven hand pressed his face against her tit once more.

In all his life he had not enjoyed such an orgy like this. Tina kissed and caressed his ears, forehead, and fondled her one hand with his buttocks.

Angelina was doing an excellent blow job, invigorating him to near orgasm, then sucking his maleness dry of its built up semen and cum.

It was when Tina swung her strange decorated leg over his chest and placed her snatch by his mouth, he began to understand. His own eager tongue poked into her pussy and as the juices touched Lionel's lips he felt the fire begin to incinerate his very soul.

Tina spread her legs more, offering Lionel to guide his erect penis into her wanting depths.

The orgy gained momentum, as Lionel had sex with one wildly sexual hairy woman, while Angelina took to massaging his face with some acrid smelling, but extremely sensual motivating sticky salve.

Pleased and being pleasured Lionel moaned with absolute delight.

Time passed but the orgy continued until the light of day turned the room to total blackness. This did not stop Lionel, for by that point in time he was bewitched with the male desire to seek and feel his ongoing pleasures.

Again and again he plunged into the depths of one woman, then feeling the other sucking him clean for another session. He felt a new strength in his body and a radical enhancement\ to his tool.

Lionel thought only of his wonderful orgy of sexual pleasures, this did slow a bit when in an anxious moment as he lay humping Tina, he snorted sounding like some beast in rut. He was always one to be quite courteous if he sneezed, he would cower and excuse himself to those around him. His grunting snort made him think these women might take offense to him acting like some brute animal in rut, so he looked about and said loudly, "Baaf, baaf, baaaaf!" Lionel tried to speak but his lips and tongue didn't seem to coordinate. Again he tried to speak and tell his lovers the love he now had for them.

Angelina looked at him with a fair layer of dried and caked semen coating her lips and hairy chin.

"Forget trying to talk dear, you won’t need to speak of what you desire as nature shall provide everything a goat as of a need!” Angelina spoke to Lionel, his eyes wide with wonder at the strange and totally weird way he felt.

Tina rolled over yanking Lionel’s stiff cock from her hot hole, it making the sound of a cork leaving the neck of a wine bottle.

“Your orgy is done, and with it you are a sex slave for us whenever we give a beckoning call.” Tina said, as Lionel feeling ever so strange turned his head to look what he thought was his lover in her hairy face.

Bleating like one trying his utmost to speak in the King’s perfect English, Lionel began to shake with apprehension and a growing realization he was not as his ole self.

“Look at you Lionel, indeed your own human form is all but gone now, it's being changed! Strong and handsome as a man but now you are blending into the herd of goats being you are a goat yourself!” Tina taunted her prey, taking her hand and tickling his sheath and protruding goat male organ.
Lionel shivered with a sudden wave of fear and a fuller understanding of what Tina said was indeed very true.

“You are as of what we shall have a need for you to be, a stout Buck of a goat, the sexual delighter of those who need to feel it like they were all an animal." Angelina said to Lionel, chiding her prey, taunting him to wish she would change him back, but to her surprise he stood there, penis still erect, and then bowed on one afore knee as if to give his thanks.

"Baah, baaf, baaaaaf!" again Lionel tried to speak.

Tina touched her hairy hands on Lionel's shaggy chest, smoothing down his chest to a belly looking the same she cupped her hands about his goatish sheath. Again she smoothed her hands to his groin and cupped two large hairy balls. Inching herself backwards she smoothed hands down broad hairy thighs and stout legs to finger his cloven hooves.

Leaning forward she again looked him in the face and said, "Lionel your a goat!"

Lionel looked from one Satyress to one endowed male satyr, he saw the squared yellow pupils of Tina as she smiled and they danced about in her eye sockets.

Suddenly drawing in deep a breath, Lionel seemed to realize that true fact of Tami's words, he was a goat.

He turned and realized how he stood then on four legs, and four sets of cloven hoofs, He turned to his head to the right and then to the left, making short bleating sounds as he did.

Bleating long and loudly, Lionel pranced in a circle seeming delighted with being a goat, and flaunting his naked bestial body as if he wished for the orgy to continue forever.

Tina was first to reach her hands under him and sooth his hairy belly. As fingers graced his buck goat sheath, she whispered in his ear something that made him jump and dance about as would a young goat feeling his first pangs for rut.
Looking to his loving Satyress and then to the tall male satyr, Lionel still had some reasoning powers, at least for the moment. Although he loved his two sex partners, he felt the desire to give some of his joy to a few good friends. A bleat and the bolting speed of a young goat with a plan, he turned and ran right through the sliding glass door, over and jumping off the rear deck, scrambling wildly, he dashed between the tall hedges and into the street and was gone.

The instincts had blended with his human memories helping Lionel to run towards home.

When he made it home his goatish realization cut in and he knew all there would not know who this goat was, or even could he or they communicate.

He stopped and stood for a few moments, then the worry passed from his mind and Lionel began to graze upon the green lawn. This act of grazing consumed his mind, making him as dimwitted and dull of thought, all the while he filled his belly with the sweet green grasses of his own backyard.

As if for some instinctive wish for feeling safe, Lionel trotted into the steel storage shed, where so much of his human trappings and junk was kept far from the cleanliness of his dear wife.

The cool darkness offered him a place to stand or sit as he examined his then white haired body. Shivers of fear still ran through his body as the memories of how he changed came to mind. Even as he stood there in the dark he felt the sensual reaction of his goat cock emerge the sheath and stiffen.

A fit of passion warranted Lionel mount a porch chair stored in the shed. As he began to instinctively hump his cock into the air. He felt a pounding action as his pelvic motion gained speed. The inner desire feel himself inside some nanny goat and pounding that cock deep and deeper, was edging its way into every fiber of his goatish body.

Head wrenched high in the air as the ecstasy of the moment drove all humanity out of his thoughts. As yellow goat semen sprayed the chair's back Lionel began to calm, as his fading human thoughts slowly returned.

Suddenly the sound of someone coming to the shed made him quiet down. The words of his human mother muttering about what she heard going on in the shed had her expecting to see Lionel and some girl in an erotic pose.

As the shed doors parted she gasp at the sight of a horny big white goat humping one of her lawn chairs. The fear on her face turned to anger as she scolded the beast out of the shed. A kick in his flanks from his wife's shoe sent Lionel out into the world as a goat.

Once outside the fenced backyard the world looms very large to a man then standing as a goat. He turned and watched rather cautiously, seeing his wife drag the semen and cum covered lawn chair out of the shed and to the rear of the house. As she grabbed hold the garden hose and turned the nozzle to a hard stream of jetting water, Lionel was surprised to see his wife jerk her head and turn around, as then crumpling at the knees she fell to the ground.

Scared of his wife even if she could have known it was her husband, then a white male goat and maturing hourly into a grown buck ready and wiling to give any a good f…!

Standing over his fainted wife, Lionel would have given her a seductive smile if he could, as from the blasting jet of water was a yellow glob of his semen poised on the lips of his wife.

Leaning forward the big buck goat gave a loving and friendly sort of lick to his ex-wife’s forehead. This sensation began her awakening, and with the feeling of something upon her lips, she had her tongue slurp it inside her human mouth.

At the very instant she saw that vile goat standing over her, she sat up and swatting at the beast tried to yell, but swallowing what was in her mouth, she choked, coughed, and then felt very odd.

Again fear filled Lionel’s heart and he turned about, fleeing his own property, leaving his wife to her coming situation, as instincts for self preservation told him to run.

A zig zap pattern about the neighborhood soon brought the white goat to stare at the kitchen entrance of his best friend's home.

John Andersen was Lionel's best friend. Lionel being black meant nothing to his white friend, as best buddies they went everywhere together. Even John's wife accepted Lionel as if he was a brother-in-law. Now the situation was far different as Lionel had become the male goat, dreaming constantly of having sex and wanting to be again with his friends.

He thought himself at least somewhat lucky, having the quick move to run from those two sex nuts. He knew well that if he'd stayed and played their games he'd lost all of his human mental abilities. A goat he was and feeling somewhat proud to be a big hardy male. The feeling of his hairy naked bestial self had eased, and he wanted to share this wonderful time with a good friend.

As the rear door of the dwelling opened and a smiling John stepped out, Lionel showed himself as he stepped out from the bushes, peering up at his friend.

John stopped cold in his tracks at the sight of this big buck goat. A smile again appeared on John's face as he made hand motions to the goat.

Lionel felt accepted as he stepped slowly toward his friend. A simple touch of Lionel sent the strange passion curse into John.

Kneeling down John began to pet this beautiful animal. He felt a sudden friendship to the beast like he'd known it for years. Lionel instinctively leaned his head forward as then touching forehead to forehead brought two minds in contact.

As if a video playing in John's thoughts, he saw in silence of the orgy as seen from Lionel’s eyes, and the aftermath when he stood eyeing his body as he had become a shaggy white haired male goat.

John pulled his head back from their mutual touch and said, "Lionel!" The big goat gave a friendly nod and was quickly hugged by John. As if both knew the only quick way to talk was with heads butted together the two again touched the other's forehead.

"John please come with me, and let's live the life of goats together!" begged a sensually enhanced and sexually corrupted Lionel.

"Oh it sound's so fine but what about my wife and our plans, I want that too!" thought John back.
Lionel wanted company in his journey through life as the buck goat he was now. His friend would be a companion even if he had to trick him into coming along. The thrill to be able to talk with thoughts was an extra ability that Lionel had not planned, but was eager to use.

A nudge from the white goat and John touched forehead with the beast. "John, can we go somewhere private to talk, I also want to show of my big ability," said Lionel with his thoughts, thinking and scheming making a plan.

Looking about John motioned the goat to walk into his hotrod work shop. The air was heated in winter and conditioned all summer so the comfort and privacy was just right. Once inside Lionel stood with his stance stretched long. As he lowered his head the pink end of a long red goat penis stretched into sight.

John knelt down to watch his friend's new extra long pecker. A simple touch of the shaft was all Lionel needed to bring the bestial lust and passion to his friend. As the monster cock bounced about and bumped the shaggy belly of the big white goat, drips of yellow cum fell on the floor.

John starred at the small puddle and it a quick move swiped it with his index finger. A sniff of the pungent odor and a rub between fingers to feel the texture brought a smile to his face. As this happened Lionel was mentally hard at work to bring forth more and more of his goatish semen.

John felt the hanging sack of huge testicles which Lionel now sported. A pulsing feeling in them soon brought forth squirt after surge of yellow semen. In seconds the floor was paddling with a lake of semen and globs stuck to the shaggy hairs on Lionel's forelegs.

Lionel Baaed at the wild feelings of how he could masturbate in goat form.

John kneeled down and laughed at the size of puddle made up from the semen. John pressed his hands into the thick congealing mess. A smile on his face, he then smeared the yuck’o on his face and in a stupid moment licked his gummed lips.

A passionate goat stood and gave a sly eye, watching the smile leave his friend's face. The fear from what he began to sense and fell turned to terror once the man named John had an inkling of the certain demise of his human existence was at hand.

Indeed John had only a short time to wait. The view of his friend seemed to blur as eyes and face began the drastic change.

An intense feeling of heat made John almost rip clothes from his body. At the sight of sprouting hair from his nearly bear chest brought on an angered thrashing about, almost a convulsion of sort. His mind filled with a wild sexual madness, making him become erect, while urging him to lick at the semen on the floor as if he were grazing.

Rank passions and near beastly demonic desires overwhelmed John’s rational mind. Acting more savage than would a real goat, John saw his goatish friend and reached a fuzzy hand over, taking and jamming his friend’s hot red, goat cock into his mouth. Even Lionel squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation, his friend sucked on the shaft as one might when drinking a malted milk; this urging soon had Lionel doing another round of goat style masturbation.

The two made oral sex into a total new language. Lionel's eyes about crossed with the wild pleasure that only a human mind trapped inside the body and head of a Billy goat could enjoy.

John too sucked at the red cock with hope of drinking his friend dry. The orgy continued for some time as John's form quickly accepted the radical changes.

Thick hairs of red and black color sprouted from John's chest and back. Lips which hours before could speak English would now only emit short bleats. Teeth relined for eating as proper for a goat, while his eyes turned yellow.

Flopping ears made the change even more sensual as John sucked away. It was a long time before Lionel tried to step away from his changing partner, his cock felt sore and near chapped.

As the red hair sprouted mainly along his back and rump, the black hairs covered head, chest, belly groin and his goaty hind legs.


Lionel watched his friend change as he sat on a flat butt licking his aching cock head. A short Bleat from Lionel alerted John, he stopping to think for a second, then a scramble of uncoordinated legs, he stood for the first time on all fours as would a goat.

The new buck goat looked down one side and then the other. As soft moaning sounds issued from John's mouth as he took inventory of his strong animal form. A wiggle of his tail made him notice it for the first real look. A funny goat smile spread across his lips as the two bucks turned to walk out of the garage and seek new fun in a body now made primarily for sex.

The evil lust for his friend to join him as a goat now also welled up inside John. As they trotted down the street and past many homes John had an idea for a cute sex toy for them both.

The goats saw several people on their way as most of them threw rocks and yelled to, "GET!"

John had the thought of Lucy Packard a classmate he had a dire crush on during his last year at college. He remembered how she flaunted her body, shook her tits, and tried to haunt young men into her apartment for an orgy that lasted sometime for days.

Lionel bleated in wonder as they trotted along, he tried to get John's attention, until he stopped and lowered his forehead for a meeting of two horny male goat minds.

It was then about ten at night when the two stood on Lucy's lawn. John saw her car was missing and figured she was out playing some guy for a sucker.

As time wore on the two goats deemed it right to try grazing.

This act of feeding one's face as a goat soon took solid hold of body and mind. As the East lawn began to disappear down to the nubs, becoming small brown balls that dotted a backyard, the two goats stopped their insatiable grazing upon hearing the approach of a noisy sports car.

Lucy turned into the drive at her usual time of well past midnight. Drunk and quite the woozy, blurry eyed, and near falling down, she sat in the car seat trying to catch her bearings. As the car door opened she was greeted by one big white goat, and a slightly smaller red haired goat.

In her drunken state she greeted them and asked if they would be so kind as to help her into the house. She swung of her legs to exit the car, splayed and spread to try and help her balance and walk the distance from driveway to the backdoor of her parental home.

Her legs gave an interesting view to John, he taking no time to waste, but shoved his head up her dress and began to lick at a pussy without panties.

The touch of this fluid tongue brought the drunken sexy girl to the new height of willingness. In just minutes she lay on the East lawn naked and being licked by two sex driven bucks.

The sight of Lionel's red rod brought a giggle to Lucy as then she rolled over onto all fours. As she spread her legs, raised her butt into the air, and tried to aid her goat lover into a comfortable position.

Lionel was first to do the dishonors, his massive and then fully mature male goat body weighed upon her slender back with enough force to trap her in place.

Several failed jabs from his excited red rod met with a guiding hand from an intoxicated Lucy. A little help from a willing friend and Lionel was on his way to the higher realms of bestial pleasure. He rammed in his bountiful sized goat cock, shoving it deep and hard, making Lucy moan and giggle all too once.

Lucy moaned as the shaft dwell deeper and deeper until it gave that inspiring touch to the furthest interior of her womb. The thrusting began in earnest as it soon turned harsh and Lucy's drunken state was wearing off. Moans now became screams of fear for what she then realized was beginning to happen.

A lusty female had the vile desire to mate with anything willing to give her pleasure. Lucy was feeling more than violated, she felt as if these two goats were doing something to make her feel physically degraded.

She strained to crawl to safety, wishing to climb back into the front seat of her car and slam the door shut in hope of keeping those two horny goats at bay.

A thump and she looked up to see the red goat shove the car door closed.

"You knew what I was going to do didn't you," said Lucy, astonished at the beast out thinking her.

The red goat walked slowly to Lucy and pressed his forehead to hers.

"Hi Lucy, this is me John, John Andersen, as over your beautiful behind is our school chum Lionel, and he is so very much enjoying your nice body. In some wild fate of luck we have become goats. This wonderful form is driving us to great heights of sexual lusting and an insane sort of bestial frustration. Therefore, to help us cope with being sex minded goats, we have chosen you to become our first of many female sex toys. Hey, remember how you propositioned me many a time. Well now your time has come, the goat semen from Lionel shall squeeze and fill your womb. The changes have begun, neither you, nor any doctor can stop them from happening, so lean back and enjoy, as very soon we welcome you to our growing herd!"

As the mental contact was broken Lionel's testes burst with his third flood of tainted and infecting semen. Lucy quivered at this rush of feeling, the hot flood of infecting goat semen poured seared into her womb.

When she felt this horrible feeling the realization of her becoming as a goat terrorized of the thought to lose her sexy human form and become some leather pussy nanny goat.

Lionel stopped his rutting Lucy, if just to allow his testes some time to rejuvenate the next load. The thrill of Billy goat victory was beginning the wane with the sight of Lucy getting her cloven hind feet. The soft supple opening was gradually turning to leather, a sign that her pussy would soon be out in weather.

John touched Lucy's forehead once more. "Feeling the thrill Lucy, please do not fret, the changes upon you quickly, leaving your pussy extremely wet. Pains are small and few between, the biggest comes when your kids need to wean, but take courage now for you shall see, that your own new perfume comes when you take a healthy pee. Lust and pleasure you are sure to know, will always be there when your’ up to your ass in snow. We are your thrill when it comes to play, be assured my dear you will get f….ed most every day. Come now accept our gift!" pleaded John to a terrorized friend.

Lionel was doing his best humped over Lucy's back, his constant weaseling of his red cock into her seemed to have reached a limit. Her changes seemed to have ceased far too soon from her becoming a nanny goat. Instead she retained her slender upright form, being just part woman and the sensual parts as were those of a goat.

Lucy stood up and seeing her Satyress self she smiled at her two goaty friends. Grinning from ear to ear she spoke to them, asking if this is what they had expected; or was she the number one player, as they were the two Billy goats for rut?

Lucy at that moment felt the wild essence of a Satyress goat desire begin to well up from her sex to her mind.

Reaching her left leg back she straightened it to stretch its hearty muscle.

Lionel was imbedded deep, as with her stretching his long cock went into a kink, and almost sent him into the next life. Lucy wiggled her out stretched leg ridding her vagina of Lionel’s half erect cock.

Her dirty blonde human hair crossed over the species line, giving her the same color of hair on her legs, feet, and up the mane that grew along the center of her back.

A patch of dirty blonde and coarser textured hairs sprouted, filling in and pushing out those that naturally had grown in and about her sweet “V” for vixen groin.

John stood near, his own goat shaft in full erection at the sight, sounds, and scents of the Satyress nanny standing before him.

Both of the Billy goats stood bleating their throats raw, seeing this epedemy of a sex monger standing before them. Lionel and John both stood with such painful erections they thought their shafts were going to bust.

Whether it was the noise of their bleating or the clear singing voice of a woman finding herself to have become an idol for sex, They all clammed up quickly as the rear door to Lucy’s house opened with a bang.

"HEY, get the Hell out of here!" yelled Lucy's father from the rear of the house.

All passion suddenly put aside Lucy turned around and with her goat tail high she took off on a run. Lionel and John were quick to follow and the three headed off to find Angelina and her best friend, Tina.

:dance: :wub: OUCH!!! that was just wonderful, Thanks, :please: write more??? :drinks: :clapping: :clapping:

Nicely told. Excellent story-telling. Great vocabulary and faithful to an archaic style. Elegant.

good story -- can't wait for your next one.

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