Sam stands watching, he would smile if his thickening lips would let him. He is in a similar mood, filled with passion for the feeling of sensations normally considered as forbidden to the three friends. Although he is becoming more like a bull in form, his general manners and lack of them are as well a signal to Ms. Trenwall as she urges Patrick and Hank to give in to the new freedoms never before tried.
All hairy over his entire body, with ears both oval in shape and furry too, Sam feels a building eagerness to join into the sexual romp.
Patrick and Hank are beginning to get into the swinging lifestyle of satyr males, as each wants to enjoy his own sensual animalistic body; while aroused by seeing his partner gaining unnatural thrills from their each changing to look like male goats.
Happily beyond words, Patrick and Hank both with elongated erections, their rods stiff in the extreme, red of color, and glistening of natural skin oils. They sway their hips, swinging those mighty erections, the things slap one to the other. Fond sensations from the odd touching of goat penis to another goaty penis, the friends begin to use their cocks as if swords, swashbuckling them and laughing at their penal debauchery.
Even Ms. Trenwall finds this satyr play as something wholly new and never thought of by anyone so change. She laughs at the friends, taking note that with every swatting slap of penis to penis, their satyr forms add more wool, thicker fluff, testicles swell, as each with his penis erect gains a larger sheath. Horns sprouted, as eyebrows thicken and blend with the rolling curly locks of wool that sprouted out the top of each head.
Woolly covered spines, shaggy tails, puckered open to the air and view is then the goat likened anus, Patrick and Hank look then as fully like to large male goats from the navel down to those cloven hooves.
Penis sword play offers a jab at a belly button target, then a sticking it under an armpit, and as Hank does a shifty jog, he points his rigid prong at, and with a thrust, it enters the anus of his friend Patrick.
Two then bestial of form and beast like in manners, as one finds new joy in skewering his friend up his ass, thrusting at him harshly, the hard length of goat penis entering and following the dark tunnel until his sheath wool begins to tickle the brown colored skin of a tight goaty anus.
Hank is lost in the sensual pangs of want for being in rut with a mate. As Patrick feels something that only a female might, the full feeling of a sensual hole excited and wanting the feeling to continue forever.
Standing to one side, Sam has his first full length bovine bull of an erection, and watching his friends at play, he strokes his penis. Long stroking actions produce dribbles of clear greasy cum. As he ogles at his friends and swoons, his erection begins to spit out short squirts of still human semen. His semen is mostly white and silky, but the bovine part of him is forcing out that what was human, and shall replace the semen with yellow colored cum and partially congealed pearl globs of his breed of animal semen.
Rank pleasures urge Ms. Trenwall to step up to Patrick and as he would begin to suckle her brandished breast, she fondles his rod, wishing as much for him to put it into her and thrust her sexually mad.