Satires

I woke up in a marvelous garden, lying completely naked on the velvety grass under a tree. The morning sun, a thin ray piercing through the tree canopy, shyly played upon my body. After lying there a bit longer, I got up. Looking around, I began to stroll through the garden in search of wonders. Behind one of the trees, I heard laughter. Curious, I went behind the tree and, crouching behind a bush, began to watch.

Soon, a fairytale creature appeared. Its head resembled a goat's, with a little beard and small horns. The upper part of its body was human, but its legs were covered in thick, short white fur. Then two more of the same appearance appeared. I was enchanted by their mythical nature,

they resembled satyrs from ancient legends, which said that if they encountered a woman, they would satisfy her intensely and skillfully, so that after them, no lover, no matter how experienced, could satisfy that woman. Spellbound, I continued to watch them. A sweet, pulling sensation arose in my lower belly, and hot nectar was already trickling down my thighs. Approaching the bush too closely, I touched it, and a bumblebee flew out, startling me, causing me to exclaim.

Hearing me, the satyrs stopped and began to listen, observing their surroundings. Soon they noticed me and with slow steps, began to move in my direction. Frozen in a stupor and slight fear from being discovered, I couldn't move. With each of their steps, a mischievous smile became more and more distinct on their faces. I raised myself up a little to get a better look at them. Coming very close, they surrounded me and began to circle around. With every second of their circling dance, my mind grew more clouded, my legs began to treacherously give way, and I slowly sank first onto all fours, and then lay down. Through a haze of lust, I heard a gloating laugh. After circling for a while, they stopped.

One came from behind and took my buttocks in his paws, lifted them, and began to stroke, lightly touching my anus with his fingers. Then he knelt down, brought his muzzle to my lips, began to sniff me, nudging my lips with his nose, then he started licking the secretions streaming down my thighs in rivulets. His hot tongue, shaped like a snake's, rose higher and higher, licking drop by drop from my thighs. When he reached my trembling lips, he began to slowly massage them with his tongue, now parting them, now spreading them with his thin lips. The caresses of his tongue between my lips and petals caused an explosion of sensations. Then he began to suck on my clitoris, simultaneously playing with it with his tongue. Slowly moving his tongue toward the entrance to my vagina, he continued to play with my clitoris with his lip, teasing the rim of the vaginal entrance with his tongue. After playing a bit and warming me up, I wanted his tongue inside my vagina. He didn't make me wait long; as soon as I thought it, I immediately received his fiery tongue inside me. Entering, he waited a little, then began to make slow, thrusting movements, slightly turning his tongue inside my vagina, which brought an indescribable wave of blissful shock. Playing with his tongue, he sucked on my lips. My juices flowed down his beard, soaking it more and more.

Meanwhile, the second satyr, holding me by my sides, slipped under me and began to caress my breasts, playing with my nipples with his sharp little tongue. He would suck, then lightly bite the tips of my nipples. The third satyr stood to the side, stroking my back and belly, slipping down to the light silk of my pubic mound. They held me in their arms in a doggy-style position. Turning my head to the side, I noticed how the satyr standing beside me had the head of his member beginning to emerge from its sack covered in thick fur. It looked sharp, like a pike. The deep rim of the frenulum made it stand out strongly, and it seemed larger than the shaft. Contemplating this didn't take long; following the head, half of the shaft appeared. It was red and of very impressive thickness. Circling me, the satyr positioned himself at my mouth, which was open and emitting insane moans of bliss, and without difficulty inserted his member into my mouth. I was pleasantly surprised by such a gift and began to play with the frenulum with my tongue. To such caresses, the satyr responded with a pleasant throaty growl, and his member fully emerged from its sack. It was wet and demanded a woman's body, pulsating with desire. I took it entirely into my mouth without leaving any part, pressing the head to my throat and stroking the shaft with my tongue. The satyr gasped with pleasure, his eyes went wild. Realizing I was being held firmly in their hands, I raised my hands from the ground and took hold of his scrotum. Releasing the member from my mouth, I began to play with the frenulum, sucking the head, then swallowing the entire member, which made the satyr groan tensely. Pampered by two crazy tongues, I completely lost my mind, responding with mutual caresses purely on automatic. This continued for an unclear amount of time, until, lowering my head, I saw an exactly similar pike, only even larger and even more heated. I immediately wanted to take it inside me, all of it, so that it would forcefully part the exhausted, dripping walls of my vagina.

Their hot semen flooded all three of my holes; from the excess, it flowed down my thighs and cheeks, burning the delicate skin. They left me lying on the grass, oozing semen from every crevice.

I was pleasantly exhausted, I couldn't move, I just lay there and oozed.