"Last Time As A Man" written by K.Rooste
My Last Time as a Man
by: Kevin Rooste
Series 2006
Standing with my mouth agape I felt terrified at first of what was lying there spread out over my bed. My thoughts were mixed, a jumble of passionate desires for something that no man should either think about, or need to look upon!
My body felt numb, yet at the same time I was inspired to act as if I were a young man and would be quite able to perform.
She beckons me to come, motioning for me to lie on the bed. Her hands gesture toward her well endowed breasts, a slender figure that could drive a man to distraction; and worse she has her leg spread apart, offering my way to the gates of Hell itself.
Please do not give me that old argument, the one comparing a womanly vagina to the gates of hell. Nay friend, but she was different from all the rest! She bears a tall slender hour glass figure, one that can allure a man to think of sin and the evil ideals of beastly things. Her eyes flare at you, digging into a man’s soul and corrupting it to the deepest depths of his own sin. It is what she flaunts, her body reminds one of a sweet young, when a woman is with her youth and form, being in that very prime state. One is damned under her spell if just from the very slightest of touch. She controls you, bringing you closer, like a fisherman reeling in his catch of the day.
Beware, she is not of the earth, but comes from another focal plain, another dimension, somewhere no man should ever go. She comes by my foolish invitation, in my time of weakness when remembering what was and is no more.
She feeds on your emotion, taking sestinas as if eating away at your soul, enjoying the devouring of your morality; and laughing as one allows her to make you as that vile slime that clings to the very walls of Hell!
Seeing her beauty, that graceful form, one can not begin to imagine her evil and vile intentions. Her face is all aglow, eyes sparkle, while even her perfectly conformed teeth glisten with pure whiteness. As one looks upon such a face and hearing her speak, suggesting, she offers to be devout and willing to do anything she is asked.
One need only look at her to know she is not some slinky sleaze coming from a back alley and offering you a one night stand.
No, no way, instead she came with that slender form, was naked, yet cloaked in another and a very alluring way.
As from her neatly combed black head of flowing long hair, it draping down past her shoulders accentuating her bodily curves. The building lust I felt made me ignore her two horns, they sprouting from the peak of a human forehead, curving toward the rear of her gorgeous head.
Knowingly she knew she had captured my mind, as seeing her, my hand reached to caress and touch the black hairs that surrounded her face as if an oval shaped frame about an old picture.
Her two horns set in black as was her hair and skin, eyes of brilliant yellow they held me in her spell. I touched her furry cheek, ignoring how her ears protruded from under her long and flowing hair, the ends peering out, pointed they were and later telling me of how bestial a form could become.
As a foolish and vain man I stood drowning in her spellbinding eyes. My mind turned to clay as did my feet from hearing her sweet and loving voice. The very thought of her held me spellbound, a young man like lust building within my chest and spreading out to encompass my entire form.
Once within her halo of power what I beheld only invigorated me into pangs of lust and standing there I salivated as does a dog waiting to get a bone.
I turned my eyes from her face, looking upon her exceptionally well formed and generously endowed chest. Her tapering breasts and upturned tips were graced with a light and smooth covering of black hair. I remembering my eyeing her nipples, they like her entire skin were black. Yet it was how they seemed to be excited, puckered up and standing as if full, they stood out as if like unto the end teats of a nanny goat.
Indeed, from her slender waist downward she was exactly like that of a nanny goat, the only exception to be of note was a mound of shaggy hair that bordered what had to be the most sensual slit upon earth!
I smiled as eyes marveled looking upon a human waist that turned to the shapeliest thighs, graced by tight and nicely rounded buttocks, while adding to make a man drool, she had a very cute goaty tail. It was with eyeing her rear, I remember smoothing my hand about it, circling, and then let my fingers dance along the length of her tail.
She stood the silent and motionless, letting me take in her entire from; knowing that my seeing it would bind me ever tighter under her spell.
Once I had played about her pretty rear, my hands reached to touch and somehow grasp an understanding of her thighs changing, becoming more bestial. She stood slightly hunched, her thighs flared of stout and refined muscle, as below her beauty waned some, becoming more the hoary legs one might expect to see attached to an exceptionally tall goat.
As I knelt down to touch and take into my thinking of how she stood on such legs and those cute cloven hoofs, her one leg lifted, as if to show me a close look at her neatly formed hoof.
I think it was but a ploy to tempt me, and I was so tempted, as with the lifting of her leg I got an excellent view of her cloven hoof. Seeing it I gazed my eyes up along her foot, to a hock, and up her leg and thigh to see opening and winking my first vision of the gates of hell.
I knew of myself to be painfully erect where it counts. My hands smoothed up alone her foot, then over a leg and reaching to touch and roam the soft skin opening. Roaming hands and rushing fingers held me enveloping my passions, removing any suspicion, and turning a moral man into a sex craved beast.
Still in a kneeling position, I was at a perfect level of nose to her slit. She reached out with her human hands though black and slightly furred; taking a hold of the back of my head, and with some sense of strength, my face wallowed in her groin.
This was my own she devil for an evening of lust and passion. She then talked to me, telling how I could have of her and then when sated and dry, she would pleasure her ways upon my body, mind, and soul.
Her very nimble fingers worked away my courage, and in time even my manhood.
Telling me how she wanted to be pleasured; I reached a grown tongue deep and gathered in her most vile drippings. As if a man could become a male goat without physically changing, I did act with such vile and bestial manners as would be a disgrace. I found myself naked, but as a man delving into regions one should never go, searching and seeking the depths of a satyr female demon’s black hole.
Deep and dark my hands and finger probed, the occasional returning of my tongue to slick and wallow, as if I were but some brute acting upon the instincts coupled with procreation; but of what?
Her form laid over my bed offered to new defaming of my mind and soul. She lay there spread out and offering, as if without a word she beckoned for an old man to drill and dwell within her body. Her fingers touched upon my penis bringing what is normally limp and near lifeless, to be stout of form, readied and willing to the task.
It did not take long before I was thrusting madly, banging away like the piston aside a steam locomotive. My moaning sounds mixed with the excitement bring from me an amusing sound, something she and I found funny, laughing together, she with more of a realization of what was beginning.
My moaning was with certain sensations from a penis buried deep inside a demon female coming out my mouth as if the bleating of a male goat in rut.
Indeed brother, had I stopped and looked, taken the thought of what I was doing and had for a moment realized my feelings, I would have become horrified.
Jutting from a furry sheath, my rigid penis was at the perfect angle then to enter her caressing and sucking gates of doom. We lay in missionary style, she below, as I lying there kissed her lips finding mine to feel oddly elongated, somewhat uncoordinated, and tickling sensations from long whisker hairs that then grew from around my mouth, chin, and nostrils.
She spoke to me, telling of days, weeks, months and years, and times to come when from this night I would become a virile male. Those nimble fingers danced along the length of my form. At time she reached under and fondled my big balls. We laughed together, me forgetting from time to time, letting out a goatish sounding bleat. We would laugh at my bleat and so doing I began to bleat more often, wishing to humor my loving female.
Hours passed and with the clock ticking away so also did my humanity edge into oblivion. She had me in her power, under her total control, and playing with me as does a cat with a mouse.
My mind began to marvel at they way an old penis could become revitalized. The fullness and sensation of my penis inside the satyr demon was at first fair and fun; but with time ticking by I felt as if my maleness was fulfilling her dreams and desires. As if I had gained both length and girth from our encounter, my penis throbbed, as testicles pulsated out seemingly gallons of juice and globs of my thick semen.
Never once did my shaft leave her body, remaining inserted, and ever in motion, thrusting and spewing load after hearty load.
As if together and dancing, with me inserted deep in her loving young slit, so engrossed was I, never once considering or noticing the sensation as she was literally sucking away the heritage lodged within my testicles.
Wild and strange sensations on my part were totally different than when her loving hands graced and smoothed over my stiffening muscular form. As if a pulling, tugging, and drawing out of me all that I had of my human seed, when spent, I was prepared for her great proposition.
I lay there at her mercy and knowingly expecting none!
My very taunted and tantalized mind was ablaze with pangs for pleasure, having enjoyed my time with her, my maleness rejuvenated.
Hunching my rump up I was given the first real observation of how my penis and the surround flesh had accepted the changes she demanded. Seeing was as believing, as then came an understanding of her purpose. I eyed my changed shaft, as it stood stoutly protruding from a shaggy furred sheath. Twisted and different, my circumcision gone, it came to a narrowed point. The opened end as crude looking as was the elongated length of the shaft. Red in color, my penis was a deeper red at the base where it joined my sheath, turning slightly lighter until again becoming a dark and ominous red at the flared tip.
My groin too reminded me of hers, she could touch it as my arms would not bend as before, but had become as legs, ending in cute tan colored cloven hoofs.
I now sported hair everywhere about my body, like her being black, I was black, a man made goat, looking as demonic as my owner. As I stiffened my forelegs, rising higher on hind legs, and tucking my chin to a different sort of chest, I eyed what was then and now me.
Her constant smile intrigued me no end, seeing me being uncertain over the future made her laugh. It was maybe that cute laugh of hers to which she caused my heart to melt, and with it took away my heritage of being born a man.
The early morning light of day had her taking the upper hand. She got up and made me jump to the floor, standing on stout new legs, cloven hooves, and feeling strangely comfortable being as I am.
As she stood before me her hands took a firm hold upon my head, guiding me by the muzzle up to her slit.
Excited and overwhelmed from the new sensations, I looked up at her, forgetting where she pressed my muzzle, feeling my new massive erection blazing with lust, while I looked for some inkling of her want or need.
That same smile that took yet my mind and heart seemed to ask me to attend to where she had reached down and cupped my now bearded chin.
She sought for me to pay her homage, my first duty was to lick and clean her of my human semen and those greater globs of goat seed the stuck and clung to the walls of her vagina.
I eyed her slit, the lips leaking of my semen and tons of pure white cum.
Doing as I was asked, her sexy vaginal lips tickled my searching tongue. Nipping at me her lips pinched and taunted my tongue, gripping it as I licked away the long strings and globs of our wild night. Weaseling my face pushed an elongated nose ever deeper, up I pressed into her womb, it made me feel as if she was more than just a lover, indeed she seemed to be like now a mother to me.
It was as my alarm clock screamed seven in the morning that my mental thoughts so engrossed only upon her, turned again to human things. Turning from my duties that seemed to thrill us both, I reached out to stop the clock from making its noise.
I had then a look, thought, and had a realization as what were hands only last night, now looked like her cloven hooves.
Hooves, cloven in true goatish style I had in place of my fingers. Hands now as cannon bones, wrists as now my afore knees, arms as legs, and my chest, body, rump and hind legs all covered and coated in that coarse black pelt of hair.
Whirling a spin on agile cloven hoofs, I looked at her in with the surprise and total realization. I suspect my actual expression of horror was hidden by facial hair, my muzzle, and the fact I had become just an ordinary male goat.
The head of a goat being mine; devoid it was of any real human form. Words and speech were then impossible, as for what I had known, as then bleating took the place of my ability to speak. Anguished for what I could see and then felt; I called out in goat like bleating, high pitched, showing my fear and anxiety, coupled with a longing to communicate.
She smiled and taking me by the horns on my head, shook the thought and any sense from my rattled brain.
Feeling frustration and who wouldn’t!
I made a lunge, jumping at her, knocking her onto the bed and with new agility I mounted for yet my last round of pleasure.
I am as a male goat, that humps savagely, intent on feeling those bestial drives.
The fear I should have felt, now drowned by the lusting passion of a man having given in and become since as a Billy goat, I stand doomed to be her animal, forever!
I live on as her animal, a sex beast and slave to give pleasure, being under her total control.
As of that red penis, it is not mine, but instead I am his to wheel and thrust it, granting to it a beastly sort of pleasure.
Time and the accounting of it upon my life all stopped. I became her toy, a creature waiting on for her pleasure, whether or when she gives me to be as a playmate, and entice someone into her devilish grasp.
I could not tell weeks from months, months turned to seasons, and from there to years, and more years. The passing of time turned to counting my erections, and they are now totaling in the thousands.
Fond memories of past loves, and of, others who meant much, all is gone, as being and living the life within this hellish goat took it all away. Over my time with her and those soon damned to hell, I grow tired, weary, the lusty delight of being a goat used primarily for sex and sexual debauchery has taken it toll. My body worn of wild romping that lasted often for days on end. Shaggy and ragged, my hairy body goes unclean, I look far less that wild creature offering sexual thrills delights to those willing; as once I asked and longed to gain pleasure and then to pay the ultimate price.
She lives on still wild and pretty, she remains young. Her ability to draw now both men and women into her herd, they being straight or gay, only will she account them, they are but to her as just numbers.
We, you and me being as her alluring goats, male and female, as a herd we walk, graze, and await her demands. Soon brother it shall be your turn to take that place, as I grow old under her passion. I will you my understanding of what to expect, in due time!
Say there brother, are you listening? ...
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