Cynthia, Melody's bestfriend, well Melody was her best friend, felt a little hornier than normal as she drove down the highway. She noticed a hot stud off to the side of the road widely waving his arms.
"Thank God, you stopped!" the young hunk said in relief.
Immediately, Cynthia recognized him as William Chesterton, State's star quarterback. He explained that he had had a flat on the way to today's game, and the spare was missing. She volunteered to drive him to the stadium. The game wasn't for two hours and at 75mph, the stadium was only 45 minutes away.
Cynthia's pussy was getting wet and a funky odor filled her tiny VW. William was getting turned on by Cynthia's unique musk. He decided to reward her for driving him to the game. When they pulled into the lot, he had her drive around behind the empty visiting team's bus. He proceeded to fog up her car windows. Soon the two were naked, intertwined, sweaty masses of human flesh.
He couldn't believe how hot it all was. He must have come four or five times.
Suddenly, the alarm on his wristwatch sounded from under the car's seat where it had fallen during their passionate love making. He struggled to pull it from under the seat, but his fingers wouldn't grab. Hell, as he stared he had hooves not hands. That was the five minute warning. With his mouth William managed to open the car door. His hooves clattered on the concrete as he ran on all fours to the locker room. He bleated for help.
"Look someone let a goat in the locker room!" Tightend Bob Bruckmann shouted. William didn't like the look on his face, as Bob said, "Here, Billy, come to Bobby."
Back in the yellow vw a satyress leaned back and smoked a cigarette.