Car door open, Cynthia lay back in the driver's seat her satyress body in full bloom. Long legs and goaty feet sread wide about the steering wheel she fiddled with her slit and with a smoke ring to finish her thrill she tossed the cig out into the parking lot.
"Come on' we can get into the game by sneaking in through the team door." said Chuck to his best friend.
Rasscles, Chuck and his best buddy Frank were junior high students wanting the thrill of getting into the big game free of charge. They had snuck past the parking lot guards, over two chinlink fences, and have come to running across the private parking lot left for team buses and those of each school band.
Cynthia being quite intense on the idea of self pleasures saw yet another chance to feel her thrills. As the boys jogged across the open lot she called to them.
"Hey boys, you want to see something really wild, sexy and very special?" asked Cynthia.
This stopped the boys in their tracks, only Frank being the boldest of the two motioned for Chuck to wait and he walked over to see what the lady was talking about.
Car door open Cynthia eased the car seat to lean back almost flat. Her hoary goat legs spread wide apart offered the most clear view of her furry circled slit. Laying there ready to spring on her prey she watched as Frank came ever closer wondering what he was seeing inside this opened car door.
"What the fucking shit is this?" yelled Frank as he stopped just short of the car's open door.
Without a doubt the hairy goat legs spread open before his view was strange if not quite what he'd expected to see. Yet foolish and young as brash a youth could be he walked slowly up to the open car door.
Peering in he saw layed out willing and wanting a satyr woman in all her animal naked glory.
Placing his hands on the roof of the car he leaned his head inside and had to ask the simple question.
"What the fuck are you?" asked Frank of Cynthia.
She only smiled as whatever she might have said would only scare her prey away.
Frank's eyes took in the full sight of this female machine made for sexual pleasures. It was as she watched his head turn to look down into her groin the satyress made her vaginal lips move as if asking to be kissed.
This captivated Frank's young imagination to the fullest. He slipped to a kneeling position letting his hands slip from the car's roof to hang each by his sides. He eyed her winking slip as it moved beckoning him to touch it with hands or lips.
The strange beastly musk scent which wafted from her crotch was making Frank to long for what he knew was wronger' than wrong.
Little by little the youthful boy lost his self will and moved his face ever closer to those bestial gates of Hell. Sniffing her scent it was making him like a man drunk on fine wine. She held her pose well till Frank was just inches from being between her hair thighs.
Not noticing Cynthia's hands Frank felt her hairy palms touch the back of his shaved neck. In a harsh hard shove she thrust Frank's head down pushing the end of his roman nose in past her lips of satyr sex.
Frank would maybe to have struggled some but the musky odor and a taste of her satyr vaginal juices turned his fear into a rank male lust for pleasure.
Nose deep in her slit a friendly and wanting to taste it tongue began to lick the furry lips of her goaty slit.
Back some distance a wondering friend stood listening to what sounding like his friend face first in a pie eating contest. Slurping and muffled sounds as if he was really enjoying what the lady had to offer made him step closer and closer.
Frank was by this moment with hands inside the car feeling of Cynthia's sweet sexy body. His face burried into her groin he licked and sought after every drip and string of her sexy juices. His body shook as if racked with shivers of delight as Chuck got even closer.
"Frank, Frank, can I have some too?" asked Chuck standing not ten paces away and wishing to be as his friend, enjoying what was offered inside this car.
Cynthia's sexy giggles made Chuck wonder just what Frank was eating. He came to within a few feet of the steamed up windows and tried to peer inside.
Frank, his shoulders hunched up as if straining to help him eat what was offered blocked the door's opening almost completely. It was cynthia who seeing another one to prey upon did dip her left hand into a juicy pussy and let the slimed fuzzy hand slip past Frank and hang in the open air, and in clear view of Chuck.
Wondering and thinking that the woman was tempting him with whatever Frank was eating he crouched down and sniffed of what stuck to her fuzzy fingers.
As Frank found it so enthralling and a need to ingest all of what his mouth and tongue could find, Chuck felt the strange urge to lick those fuzzy fingers and find just what this wonder tated like.
As the tip of his tongue touched Cynthia's fingers the wild stae of male bestial passion came over Chuck as it had with Frank. Quickly Chuck tried to push Frank out of the way and with this prying he turned and looked Chuck into the face.
"Unholy fuck, what's happened to your face Frank!" said an already captivated Chuck.
Frank's face was by this time radically changing to look like that of a male goat. He had the usual goat's beard, his nose and mouth now a narrow muzzel had teeth and tongue of a true goat. His forehead had short horns sprouting out and curving back over the top of his furry head. His ears though human to some degree seemed to lengthen as he looked at Chuck.
A toothy goat's grin on Frank's face told of his personal thrill in eating the pussy of a ture to life satyress.
Captured under Cynthia's satyr spell Chuck slowly leaned forward and began to partake in the feast as had Frank. It went on for some time till the half time shot being fired disturbed the two youths from there sexual quest.
"You are both about ready to feel what sex is really like for a buck goat,come inside the car and have a sample!" beckoned Cynthia.
Frank being boldest yet pushed chuck inside as he stood guard outside the car. Chuck was changing maybe faster as he was younger than Frank by a year or two. He was in one of those teenage growth spurts and with the infecting ways of Cynthia, her satyr spell was making a kid into a kid goat.
Happy and thrilled into wild passion Chuck bleated madly as his thin red goat's cock came out a sheath coated in soft fur. As it slipped forward the pointy end went past Cynthia's lips of animal sex and worked ever deeper into her womb.
Unlike others to this point in Cynthia's sex life as a satyress she had not felt the tender side of having sex. Chuck being young even as a male kid goat was working his shaft inside her pussy with slow and loving moves.
Frank was getting impatient standing outside the car hearing his friends soft and loving bleats. He felt his own wild beastly passion building and began to look for any possible chance to realize sex as a billy goat buck.