Paul drifted into a sensual sleep and dreamed of the sexual lust of animal life.
The sound of a sucking contest and warm hands moulding his entire being awakened him in midmorning. As he tried to rise and sit up a Satyress jumped on his chest. Wiggling forward till her furry slit was tucked tight to Paul's chin.
Looking down in a seductive gaze she said, "enjoy me dear sir, lick, kiss, probe with your long tongue and give me pleasure!"
At first he tried to wiggle free as the very thought of mouthing her goat's cunt was not the least desireable. As she raised her furry groin and pressed her palms into her groin she squeezed a few stringy droplets of her female juices which fell on Paul's lips.
Knowing where the drips came from he tried not to lick the tinkling lips but after a minute the desire took his good sense. The taste was as perfume to a sailor long at sea. Paul's tongue now mostly goat in size extended and probed deep between her sexy lips.
In short while Pauls was sucking and chewing the satyress' cunt. She moaned in her pleasure as he mumbled in furry muffled joy.