Damon felt elated while found his way to the pasture gate, as wanting to enter, a friendly maiden from the castle saw him trying to jump the fence; obvious his want to gain some masculine exercise, he then chasing the many doe goats.
Eagerness of a buck goat as rewarded; when the Maiden swung, open the gate, she feeling her act as an honor of leading a doomed man to begin a stunning new lifestyle that he seemed to want more than of being a man.
“Hey there big buck, do try to remain calm, focus your mentality on the mission of a male goat wanting to mate. Hear me, as eager are you to meet as are the doe goats for their only buck, some might react feeling jealous!”
A doe goat that was capable to remember her human name of Miss Loraine saw then Damon prance eagerly into the wide pasture, and she knew him as quite new to being a goat.
Damon felt eager, and he was willingly, his nose followed the scent to where Loraine stood; as seeing then her, he grabbed at the chance, as Damon stood prancing in place, was eager to begin his sexual exercise with a doe animal goat to comparing of Circe’s cunt, to that of a female goat.
“Listen up young sire, take note of what I say,” the doe, her mind reaching to connect, as communicate with an eager male goat. “My name was and for me still is as Loraine, me a doe goat ravished bodily for the past weeks with full blown estrus.
I know you shall want to ravish me, my tight vagina; pound away inside me for a lusty two hour exercising of my period; but don’t waste too much of your semen blown greasing my vulva!” Loraine bleated loudly, she being horny for want of a stout cocked’ buck, and noticed then the scent of a rampant herd sire entering the pasture.
Damon was unsure as where or to whom he might begin his mating of, but Loraine knew his want and her lust, she pranced toward Damon, she bleating her coming closer, alerting her sire of an eager doe.
Loraine was feeling her passion as building, making her want to hold high her tail high and flicking of it to wafting airborne her weeping vulva scent.
“What the…,” Damon sniffed, as instincts kicked in and rolling his upper lip into the male flehmen reaction. This flehmen terminology describes the behavior in which a sire capable goat extends its neck, raises its head, and inhales as it rolls its upper lip back, displaying its front teeth. To Damon, his human mind took a rear-seat view of what his goat male body so desired, as both goat and human mentality knew what for him, became a primary passion.
“Naa…!” Cried then the aroused buck goat, as his small brain went into an overload mode, arousing his heart to speed up beating, his breathing became rapid, and his cock rose from its sheath to hanging stiff and swaying as he walked. When in the sunlight and away from the castle, though Damon knew all too well of whom he was, and of what Circe made of him to being; he was not in control of either bodily excretions. Prancing toward seeing of Loraine, he did raise his tail and let plop several turd-marbles. His stiffened, bloated penis let drain his bladder there making trail of yellow along the ground.
Dear aroused Loraine the horny doe knew how to arouse a willing suitor, she let go her bladder and shot a stream back, along the ground, wafting more of her scent; she adding to how much her supposed sire would become enticed for wanting to mate.
“Naa…,” did Damon bleat so loud, his bleated cry alerting the other doe goats mindlessly grazing as they raised each head to listen, sniffing, and turn to look, then began their trotting toward the eager cries of two goats knowing their passions.
Damon knew the quandary he might begin between Circe and him as her recent sexual suitor. Even if his instincts prevailed, and wanting with desperate lust to mate with a doe animal; he thought to do for the doe what he did for Circe.
As the buck and doe met, Damon began to sniff up close along her rump, and having a long goatish tongue, he gave a lick to the winking, weeping, pink vulva. She, Loraine ducked low her head and sniffed about his furry sheath. To show he approval of his want to mate her, she licked her tongue at and encircling the open end to his sheath, and the full aroused length of his erect cock.
“Naa…,” cried Damon as his cock got licked!
“Naa-baa,” cried Loraine from her want for the buck to ease her sense of lust.
Loraine stepped ahead of Damon, she did spread her hind legs, tail held stiff, was ready to bare his weight upon her rump and back. Damon instinctively knew her pose as of a willing doe readied to mate, and he with a fore-legged bounding leap, mounted Loraine.
Loraine stood poised and waiting, as Damon, his cock erect as stiff, approached the warm, wet, orifice of her quivering vulva. At just the touch of cock tip to her vulva, and Damon thrust harshly forward, hilting his goat cock deep inside the depth of an eager doe. Then with but two thrusts and Damon felt his and her mutual orgasm’, as he spewed his first of seven loads deeply inside the happy doe.
This was not her first such breeding session, and Loraine knew enough to expect more from her buck sire friend. His first load planted, and Damon withdrew his cock from the doe; doing what he did when with Circe that got her angry.
A quick pranced circling around Loraine and Damon leaped aboard for a second time of sexual frolicking fun!
Mounted for a second time, and Damon slowed his manner of thrusting, giving his doe her thrills as well, while her big cocked’ buck spewed inside her three more loads of sticky semen. Yet, Damon refused to dismount, he remained lodged sheath deep and continued his thrusting. As a group of does began to gather, all feeling their dire need for mating, Damon began to wonder if his bigger balls were capable to the task to satisfy all?