The Goat-God Boinks Amber Hard from Behind
Roscoe Forthright.GRIMOIRE (II)
Book 3. Part 3. (excerpt)
Behind Sierra, Roscoe reaches down holding her small breasts in his hands, teasing her erect nipples. Reaching behind her fanny, Sierra holds Roscoe's erect cock in one hand, squeezing it in a pulsing rhythm. Roscoe is breathing hard, panting, ready to come. Being completely familiar with Roscoe's cock, Sierra relaxes her grip, touching the shaft lightly. Sierra knows how to keep Roscoe on the cusp of orgasm, as she feels the cockhead swell fully, and retract slightly, then swell full again. She keeps this going for several minutes, until Roscoe says: “It is time. Take my cream in your mouth. Let me come inside you.”
In that moment, as Roscoe fills Sierra's mouth with semen, a rift opens above the altar. The blue-green oval widens, electric strands burst from the edges, lashing out in all directions. Within the oval, Roscoe sees a vision of Azoth. It is summertime there, flowers in full bloom. After swallowing Roscoe's cream and cleaning her face with a moist towel, Sierra turns to watch the rift. This portal between our world and Azoth, floats three feet above the altar, filling the Temple with silver-blue light. The oval, now four feet wide and six feet high, emanates sound, like human or angelic voices, a celestial choir. Roscoe and Sierra put their robes back on, fastening leather belts securely around their waist.
It is summertime there, flowers in full bloom. After swallowing Roscoe's cream and cleaning her face with a moist towel, Sierra turns to watch the rift. This portal between our world and Azoth, floats three feet above the altar, filling the Temple with silver-blue light. The oval, now four feet wide and six feet high, emanates sound, like human or angelic voices, a celestial choir. Roscoe and Sierra put their robes back on, fastening leather belts securely around their waist.
They step up on the altar barefooted, and pass through the portal.
The two step out onto a summer lawn, the park with deer where Roscoe had previously been, they notice a playful faun or satyr in the distance, close a the wooden gazebo, the goat-footed fellow is--- well, boinking Amber from behind! And Gina is helping!
This threesome went on for some time. Roscoe and Sierra moved to the gazebo for a better view. The place was active with humans, satyrs, centaurs, nymphs, angels, and a few minor deities. In addition to the Goat-God Pan sporting with Amber and Gina, six or seven other groups of humans and mythological creatures held picnics or small orgies on the lawn surrounding the gazebo. Giggles, moans, whispers and sighs were heard, emanating from all directions. Three slender, nude, small-breast pale nymphs brought Roscoe and Sierra trays of food and pitchers of water, juices and wine. A tray of grapes, mangoes, kiwi, strawberries, cherries, with slices of orange and pineapple arrived, followed by a tray of seven cheese and sliced meats, followed by a tray of artisan breads, sweet breads and cookies. Sierra relaxed with a tall glass of lemonade, and Roscoe drank from a large bronze goblet, filled with a mixture of mango and papaya juices. ~~ Looking down to the left, Roscoe watched the Horned-God Pan chase Amber and Gina around a large oak tree several times, at last catching Amber and lifting her up to sit on a low, wide branch. Soon Amber was dangling from the branch, her ankles around Pan's neck, pulling him toward her vagina. Amber had her arm wrapped tightly around the branch, allowing her body and legs to swing free below. Pan spread her thighs wide nuzzling his furry face close to her pussy, pursing his wide lips to blow cool air onto her vaginal folds. Amber let out squeals of joy as the long tongue of the Goat-God flicked in and out of her, circling and dart about her vagina.
At the same time, Gina rode the Goat-God's large cock. She had straddled the god, her smooth, pale, white thighs supported and roughly caressed by the coarse-haired muscular thighs of the Goat. Pan held Gina's hands firmly, allowing the girl to stretch out her arms and lean back, with her head almost touching the ground. In this position she received the full thrust of the god's cock, bouncing against his hairy hips. Amber continued to bounce her pussy against Pan's face. The threesome enjoyed this position eight to ten minutes until both girls were in full, loud orgasms. ~~ Satisfied with his work, the Horned-God helped Amber down from the tree, breathless, panting, and he caressed Gina's large breasts, breathless and panting. All three lay down to cuddle on the warm grass, both Amber and Gina smiling up at Roscoe and Sierra. The girls laughed, giggled and waved their hands, happy to know Roscoe and Sierra had seen them fucking the Horned-God. Pan's cock was still fully erect. The god had not achieved an orgasm. He generously satisfied the human females, unconcerned about his own godly getting-off. He was a calm god. He knew he could spurt cream later. As often as pleased him.
Sierra noticed the beautiful, thick, inviting erectile situation and said, “Roscoe, my love, I think I will go down and join Amber and Gina.”
With a nymph now sitting in his lap feeding him grapes, Roscoe replied, “Of course, sweetie. Go have some fun. That god still looks ready for a good time! Call me if you need me.”~~ Roscoe could say no more, as the nymph was now kissing his mouth, with both her slender hands under his robe, caressing his cock and squeezing his testicles.~~ Sierra introduced herself to Pan, and the god welcomed her, standing up on his powerful goat-legs. He was nearly seven feet tall. He shook both her hands with both his hands, then placed Sierra's right hand on his full erection. The Horned-God said, “Sierra, little one, it is also considered polite to shake the phallus of a satyr.” ~~ Laughing out loud and smiling, Sierra just did as she was invited to do, vigorously shaking the god's cock as if she was shaking a third hand!
Sierra lay down near Amber and Gina. All three girls simultaneously decided it was time to finish the job, time to see what the Goat-God could do; time to get him off. Amber, Gina and Sierra took turns holding the Horned-God's cockhead in their mouths. It was large, nearly the size of a small orange.
It was, therefore, not possible to take the god's erection fully into any human mouth. The girls satisfied their oral needs by sucking and licking along the shaft, sucking and licked the beautiful brown cockhead. For some time, all three girls had their mouths on the celestial phallus at the same time, often squeezing and caressing the god's danging balls as they sucked him. Pan smiled and laughed, and laughed some more as he ate grapes, as he caressed their breasts, teased their vaginae with his long fingers, and gently petted and smooth the hair on their heads. The girls spread their thighs wide as they kissed the god, allowing him to finger and caress their pubic folds, without obstructions.
Roscoe was intrigued by this scene and wished he had his high-resolution video gear with him. He kept thinking, “Damn! This would make a great movie! How often to we get to see the Horned-God sucked off by three beautiful girls?! Never. This would be film history and religious history at the same time!”
One lovely nymph now had Roscoe's cock fully inside her mouth, and a second nymph was kissing Roscoe's mouth. Roscoe peaked over her smooth, tan shoulder and saw the Horned-God gush a geyser of godly semen, three feet into the air! All three girls had hands around the long, thick shaft, stroking and squeezing. At the same instant, Roscoe spurted his modest human cream into one nymph's warm mouth, and the second nymph whispered, “Welcome to Azoth.”