Rachel turns to gaze back at you with an expression of fear.
She thought to turn and run for the sake of her own morality, but those there know the minds of newcomers, they are ready, and seeing the fear in Rachel, a Satyr male steps before her. The Satyr buck puts his hairy hands to the shoulders of Rachel and adding pressure, pushes her to kneel before him.
You watch, as Rachel looks then at the huge goatish maleness that sets directing in line with her face.
The massive satyr moves his furred crotch directly in her view, edging closer until Rachel is just an inch or two from her nose touching his sheath.
Rachel, eyes wide, she drinking in the sudden waves of lust and passion to feel, fondle, and take this male Satyr for what all he can provide.
Eying his male organ, a greedy smile comes over her normally kind face as her fingers grope into his furry crotch.
Groping begets more as you can only stand nearby and watch as Rachel becomes aroused. Her sense of arousal is aided by female satyr types, Satyress' as so you too shall learn.
All this time the satyr smiles at you with a vile sort of grin. A grin as much saying that he had taken Rachel away from you, and she was his!
Stunned, you fall first to kneeling, then roll over to just sit on the green grass of the satyr's glade.
Shaking the head is utter disbelief of what Rachel is doing, willfully she is taking part in the continuous satyric orgy.
You look, eying the satyr as his blood red cock head protrudes from the furry sheath. You see Rachel, she is licking her lips, her female mind is so aroused she is likely to do anything the satyr wants, would ask, or might do!
Rachel hands cupped the then erect and steel rigid cock, as it is moving relentlessly out of that furry sheath. She moans of sensual delight and longing for to feel of the thing, as if her next obvious want is for having the satyr thrust it in her hot and likely too, wet and anxious pussy.
You can remember times like that, lying with young women and they so enthralled and hot for sex that the vaginal lips weep of female juices.
In urgent need, Rachel mouthed his stiff red shaft, and sucking it then like she would a straw in a cold milkshake.
The satyr is moaning, obviously he find this contact as quite enjoyable too!
Rachel strokes his sheath and large furry ball sac.
The minutes tick by as this oral sex continues in front of you.
To watch in horror as you see the points of growing goatish ears poke out from under the long strands of her head of human hair.
Goat ears seem even in your own mind to look rather fashionable, proper almost on a young woman so willing to give and suck the cock of an animal or such a satyr male.
Ears oval shaped, pointed and lightly furred, they wiggle as she sucks and her head wobbles with her deeper drawing and sucking.
Another satyr comes over, he helps Rachel to undress while not dropping the cock she seems intently loving. As each part of her clothing is removed more chocolate brown curly fur comes into the warm sunlight. Unbeknown to Rachel, she is growing forth a full body pelt of goat wool, some quite curly, but that along her breasts and belly hangs straight.
Insult rises in you, you stand up and scream aloud, "I've seen enough!"
Angered at Rachel for her lust loving, you turn your fit of anger toward the satyr leading Rachel into a world of sex and immoral living.
A lunge forward at the satyr allowing Rachel to suck on him.
Caught before you might hit the desired mark and rupture the bastard, you are slammed hit a female satyr. Wonk, and you are knocked to the ground with her straddling over your chest.
Your fear and disgust now replaced by a wild animal view of a tan furred pussy, it looming directly in front of your chin.
"My name is Jennette, let me pleasure you to the fullness of your most bestial sexy dreams!"
"One, I'm not the animal you would desire I'm......."
In a move do many times before, she moves her groin and weeping wet furred pussy to let the juices trickle and coat your lips, and work inside your open mouth.
Suddenly your face is doing what Rachel was enjoying, but you are eating out a Satyress and loving it!
Your eyes close tight in the fear of that wild moment. Yet the unmistakable feeling of hoofed hands removing my clothing leaves you wanting more of playing with and like you were a real animal.
You lay naked to the world, eating your fill, tongue lapping in the pussy of a Satyress!
The sounds of Rachel moaning and the sounds of all around you are quiet as you want nothing more than to enjoy a sopping wet pussy of this sexual desire filled Satyress.