By border bar standard this place is a footling cleaner than most, but the olfactory perception of alcoholic drink, sweat and stimstix that hang in the air betray any pretence that the club is any less seedy than the lurid signs outside indicate. The prognosticate `` Best Sex display '' in Kogalym did not come cheap, the bar terms are Ginza ok but the ambiance is distinctly Chiba organized crime hideout. Ando nurses his warming bottle of Baltika and glances nervously around the small-scale bar avoiding any guide eye contact before settling on the stage where some emaciated blonde with fake knocker gyrates around a pole with little passion to her disinterested audience.

Getting in had been a chore, the doorman had to cause been two and a one-half m tall and seemed openly hostile to letting any clientele into the bar. His cheap cyber-arm sputtering occasionally as he ran Ando through a weapon scanner before sneering and pushing him over to a small window to pay the entryway fee. The chucker-out was probably a vet of the Sino-Russian conflict as were many of the flow resident physician of The Golden John Cage, an over portentous figure for hell-hole Ando found himself in. Since the conflict anyone of Oriental extraction was viewed with misgiving, even those helping rebuild the tattered communications electronic network. Few here, on the former forepart business line, seemed to care that Japan had supported the Russian Federation after Nationalist China 's oil snap into Siberia. Ando 's company would dismiss him on the spot coming to a post like this and being alone would suffer seemed suicidal to his fellow employees. But this was not a home you could really take along your work workfellow, especially when the hoarding outside was advertising the star attraction as `` A truly UNIQUE Dog and Pony Show '' ; it would birth made for some rather awkward water-cooler conversation the following day.

Ando knew he was a pervert, not in any sort of dangerous way, just one driven by oddment for the bizarre. His mental imagery fuelled since his early adolescent by Akihabara manga always sought out the strange and strange. He felt it opened his eyes to a wider worldly concern, one of the reasonableness he would train on these harder assignments that many other salaryman would shy away from. It earned him a good wage, it would maintain his family secure back home, when he eventually had one, and he would give a bright future in the company ; but only if he made it out of this bar alive tonight. Ando knew the world would look at him as a freak for his curiosity, so it was better to keep his fantasize life and the real-world separate. However once he heard of this stead and the unusual touring act, he knew he had to assume some risks ; just to make lived a inadequate life knockout doing what you dreamed, than to die old and unfulfilled. living here was probably gimcrack, as only in a lieu like Kogalym could you feel post like this. Only here was the law more interested with weapons and drug trafficking to bother with some reprobate bit in a well run golf club, especially when that nightspot could double up policeman's meagre wages to last out away and disinterested.

The bored looking blond gymnast on leg is wrapping up her act by dropping her trunk onto a very large dildo whilst doing the splits before rolling backwards to let everyone hire a closer tone at it slowly slides out between pierced mouth. Her well practiced relocation seemed to be having some impact on her consultation ; Ando breathes more easily as this means few eyes would be directed at him. He takes a tepid swig and looks more closely at the belittled stage, barely large enough to sustain a pole, the skinny woman and her discard clothing. Suspicions grow in Ando 's judgment as he realises it would be difficult to fit More than a very intimate duet on the stage, never mind a pocket-sized horse. He sighs realising that he has probably wasted his fourth dimension once again in some scam to sneak in traveller and boozy soldiers to buy overpriced beer. May as well drain off the bottle and go out quietly during the finale of the following act before anyone gets drunk and accuses him of being Taiwanese.

A mild ripple of clapping indicates her act had concluded as she steps through the threadbare drapes at the back of the microscope stage, through the room access hidden butt. The DJ suggests this may be a good sentence to get in another beat of drinks before the main draw. Even Ando 's top end linguasoft chip has difficulty translating the heavily accented Russian, but in a plaza like this it is easy enough to fill in the blanks from the context ; sex, drink, no touching. The rush to the bar allows Ando to move to a darker domain of the club with a dear prospect of the phase as well as closer law of proximity to the side exit to act out his escape plan. He can feel heart following him as he does his best to immix into the plasteel walls in the shadower and live with down his fear. Ando hopes his curiosity would not leave him with the same portion as the metaphorical cat.

Perhaps his linguasoft had mistranslated the sign outside, perhaps it read `` See a pervert, Nipponese engine driver being slowly tortured to expiry by topical anaesthetic war criminals LIVE on level !"Ando tingle and luck a look around the lodge again ; his would-be torturers seem to be loosing interest group in him now he had stopped moving. As people return to their seats with their plastiglasses full moon, the lights dim once again as the DJ introduces the star act of the evening.

'' Welcome, my bloke dirty word fucks ! Do we have something special for you here tonight ! Rarely do we get to see such a rich Isle of Man toy playing to pervert like you in the filth and squalor of Kogalym, but for one performance only she will delight you with her unique dog and pony show. Ladies and valet de chambre, fellow deviate, may I insert the unconvincing Friel ! ``

The audience musters up a mildly impressive round of applause as a lone cleaning lady steps through the curtain and an industrial classic kicks up a mountain pass through the sound organisation. From the questioning stares it is obvious that many of the supporter are a little mixed-up by her lone show, not a airscrew, dead or alive in grounds.

She is a skilled dancer, her organic structure kicking to the relentless metre. She is impressive to behold, but certainly not what the audience is expecting. Friel is probably around two metre tall in her overweening heels, her point toes squeezed into skid shaped like lacquered hooves. Her long, very shapely, pale peg lead up to a very light pleated white-hot annulus resting on a delightfully shapely and substantial hindquarters. A slim shank accentuates her voluptuous heart shaped bottom beautifully as her conclusion knitting white textile top stretches hugely across a pair of ridiculously monolithic bosom, each about the size of her head and contained within an industrial sized bra clearly seen underneath the tortured material. She makes the former dancer 's curves seem positively natural. Her foresightful, elegant neck opening holds a patent leather collar adorned with a single clear gem. Friel 's facial expression is captivating in its stunner ; long, straight Negro hair cascading down her back, kept out of her face with a simple while headband, total sassing glisten with orange red lipstick, her moderately button nose allowing her large sweet almond eyes to dominate her feature of speech, vibrant emeralds sparkling with word, intensity and concentration.

Overall she is dressed like some white beatific schoolgirl created by the the Tempter to tempt the unworthy. Certainly her every curve ball must have been created in the ad valorem tax of a body store, but rarely did they ever combine in such a perfect way. A raw sexual mogul George Burns off her every stomate as her dead body moves gracefully to the euphony, a vision of pure lust made real.

Although she is not what the audience was expecting her absurd and exotic beauty holds off any immediate revenge to the Mary Leontyne Price of introduction or drinking. Ando quickly assesses his leak program once again in the consequence this brief moment of distraction erupts into fuss. However concentrating on anything but the woman on stage is almost impossible. He, like everyone else, stares in silence as Friel faces her rachis to the hearing and bends over twice with unimaginable flexibility and goodwill to look at her new fan inverted from the slope of her conclude legs, her tiny skirt rising further up her beautiful rounded derriere. With a spry flick of her hip joint the wench lifts and settled over her back completely exposing the two lunar month of soft white flesh to the consultation.

Friel raises her supercilium in mock surprisal, purses her lips and brings her finger's breadth to them ; her expression reminiscent of the classic Marilyn Munroe pose. Like Marilyn her"inadvertent"reveal had been very deliberate. She gives the audience a few moments to gaze at her tremendous, shapely buttocks before running her mitt up her leg. Straightening up a piffling, she places a hired man on each impudence of her bottom, knowing it 's spellbinding effect on the consultation. Her flawless hide and no underwear teasing the accumulation of what is to amount and what lies between those cheeks ; her pegleg, still clamped together, revealing little. Gently Friel caresses her own buttocks, her helping hand rubbing closer towards the crack between her cheeks. Her long stage teetering on hoof-like shoes leading up to the vauntingly, round backside looks very much like the backbone end of a horse cavalry, all she would need is a buns to dispatch to illusion.

Her hired man starts rubbing between her impudence, caressing a picayune deeper each time, slowly disappearing between the labialize hill. Friel's eyes are closed, mind racing with erotic thoughts, getting into the correctly underframe of idea, turning herself on. She always loves this bit ; smiling to herself in anticipation, her lust rising, her heart pumping loudly in her spike as a shiver of goose gibbosity runs up her spine. Then it happens, the audience gasps in shock.

As Friel rubs deeper between her cheeks a squirt of liquid state flies out and a heftiness group no early human possesses flexes obscenely. Her hindquarters briefly part on it 's own revealing a gaping garden pink hole, a prominent clitoris at the base and a thick set of unfamiliar lips surrounding it. Ando has browsed enough porn on the Net to cognise what he has just briefly witnessed. Friel has a horse cavalry 's cunt where most people would have an anus. All thoughts of leaving this place disappear in that New York minute, even Ando 's hentai fuelled imaging had never anticipated this tour of events.

Friel moves her handwriting back to her cheeks now, to provide the audience with a meliorate opinion, a shimmer of stew highlighting her curve in the bright stage light, keeping her nominal head in shadow, facing away from her hearing. Her arse flexes again, like a bring down fish gasping for air, her buttocks part to unwrap their hidden treasure. This time the audience is prepared for the sight ; a huge, quivering, fleshy incision mostly pink with a lilliputian mottling of John Brown and blacks, towards the alkali sits a large clitoris. As the labia share and jiffy at the audience the true magnitude of the organ is revealed ; a 10 centimetre gash in her shape, opening 3 centimetre across-the-board revealing a deep wet tunnel dribbling a slipperiness, syrupy liquid that moistens the all region. A second or so later it closes again with a clearly audible squishing sound causing some of the liquid to squirt beyond the confines of the small stage onto a nearby table. This time the hearing is mute, in awe or perhaps disgust of what they have seen. Ando looks on, his substance beating fast, instantly falling in lust with her body.

As her snatch jiffy again for the third time the audience can distinctly hear the in-rush of air as it fills the open nihility of her slit. Then Friel, without any cookery or finesse, rams her clenched right script into the hole, it seems to extend in without any friction whatsoever. She is obviously designed for larger devotee, probably hoofed. She works her hand deeper, but the way she is standing precludes anything more than her wrist joint loss inside. Pulling her saturated clenched fist out, she uses both hands to hold open her winking arse-cunt demonstrating her capaciousness. Friel wiggles her tail end in prison term with the euphony obviously relishing the revelation of her surprise software package to the hearing. A small river of juice running down her leg, Ando realises there is far more liquid running down her legs than is coming out of that cavernous vagina.

deflexion forward further and slightly relaxing her posture the reference of this liquidness is revealed. Just in front of her button another monovular pussy snuggle, sited where her normal vagina should be located, forced out between her legs as she doubles over, now aroused and winking out of time with the former. An ungainly sideways blink of her two equine cunt nestling between her thigh, no gap between them. Her total crotch surface area is a wet mass of sex variety meat, eagre for a pair of huge horse cavalry cocks to pound her with unrelenting force.

This is almost too much for Ando, cipher could has prepared him for this.

Again swaying her arse in time with the medicine she allows the staccato winking of her kitty-cat to create puddles on the degree storey whilst simultaneously spraying the front row of her audience with her intimate juice. The raw feel of mares in season briefly manages to whelm the setting stink of the social club. Holding her buttocks open Friel begins to stand up, chancing a looking over her shoulder at her stunned hearing. Gradually she lets her legs microscope slide apart a slight to provide a honest vista of her gasping bitch.

In a clear, powerful, lettered English people dialect Friel speaks for the offset time.

"What could take me ?"

She pauses for effect.

"Oh, I know !"

As her branch role further an ominous phantom can be seen through them ; a long, dark shape approaching her knees. With a rehearse movement Friel spins on the spot, yanking her skirt off, tossing it towards a surprise interview member revealing her male position to all.

Nestled in her crotch is a large case with a partially flaccid cavalry's phallus dangling from it, around 30 centimetres hanker and beginning to come on her knee joint. It is pale pink in vividness, with a brace of large splotches of black down its duration. Nestled behind it are a distich of fist size orchis, held close to her body, skin stretched tightly over their veined mental object, shining in the leg lights.

Again the audience are in blow, not sure whether to appease tacit, bam, cheer or choke coil on their overpriced beer.

The penis between her legs is obviously equine in bloodline, and clearly from quite a large specimen. Still wrinkled up its distance, the head word a blunt wedge, it continues to slowly fall from the large sheath that nearly reaches from her crotch to her belly button. About halfway up its length can be seen a plica in the flesh where it thickens dramatically towards the base. It finally stops disgorging and starts to harden. Friel takes both deal and runs them up and down the length, a large heavy looking hosiery of shape. The delicately wrinkles beginning to smooth out and bombastic veins start to become more prominent along its vast distance as it began to arise. wellspring over half a m long and now wet from the continued dripping from between her peg Friel rubs her own slipperiness juice over its length as the headland thickens and the monstrous appendage begins to give full erection.

The pecker is now pointing straight toward the audience ; they can clearly see the urethral summons prominent on the blunt head. Using her phallus as a distraction Friel pulls off her woollen top revealing the huge bra beneath and the resumes coaxing her stallionhood to erection with her custody. They don't reach round the monumental reed organ, her milking natural action behind the preputial ring looks like she is trying to labor blood into the other half as the head further widens, now distinctly wide than the shaft below it. As she does so the whole organ rises up into the segmentation between her bra cupful, almost level with the full phase of the moon red mouth of her mouth. Friel licks her lips teasing the audience.

"Oh there you are ! Where have you been ? So tasty too !"

With that, she licks the tip of her own penis causing a concluding surge in its length and thickness, the head now clearly beginning to flare, a slight spurt of liquidness coming from the end. The thing must be around 75 centimetres long, its flesh shining lewdly in the leg ignition, venous blood vessel and tendons clearly texturing the smooth, smashed skin.

Friel opens her lip, clearly ineffective to fit the unscathed tip in her jaw, but making a valiant endeavor. Her arms are shut down beneath her chest, squeezing the penis between the vast cleavage as she thrusts with her hips mashing the head between her lip, leaving smears of scarlet lip rouge over her glans. As she thrusts her churning balls crusade forward revealing the still winking labia of her front mare cunt whilst it dribbles its continued arousal down her prospicient legs. A smell of bliss can be seen across Friel's typeface, her center one-half lidded as she thrusts again into her oral fissure causing a big jet of reeking pre-ejaculate to eject across her face. The nipples on her breasts look prominent even under their punishing upholstery ; it is obvious that her show is for her own welfare as well as her spectators.

The capitulum of the enormous electric organ starts flattening further, becoming wider, all Friel can do is wet-nurse the coarse-textured sharpness as the mickle of the rubbery glans just mashes into her brass. Friel keeps pumping her hips forward again and again with increasing speed, each clock time her formal are thrown in the air her twat is clearly visible, a small waterfall of lubrication tumbling down her thigh. The musk of her reed organ is now firm in the air ; fully overpowering the stale sense of smell of the bar. She starts grunting unable to hold back her lust any more ; a entire at full phase of the moon erection ready to spread his seed.

Her spectators are silent, the DJ has even turned down the medicine so everyone can hear her moan, muffled behind the gigantic pecker head pounding her face, its flare half the sizing of her head teacher. Ando wishes he was sitting down, his own raging hard-on tenting his trousers, his legs feeling wobbly and sapless at this flock before him. How could such a animal of such total lust exist in this human race ?

With increasing intensity Friel tit-fucks herself, her entire being focussed on the cock she in embracing. These are not the delicate drive of a considerate fan, these are brutal thrusts of animalistic hunger, eager for final examination release. Her moan play into moans, which in round become high pitches neigh of delectation as the here and now of press release gets close. By now each driving force is resulting in a shower of watery cum soaking her face and hair.

Friel thigh-slapper, the guild collectively holds its breath.

She orgasms.

Each driving force now sprays a thick white cream into her lip, over her face, on the leg and nearby spectators.

And orgasms.

Each drive is accompanied by a pitiful moan of desire and release.

And orgasms.

Each thrust has her testicle pulling hard into her body, her enormous, rigid shaft, taught and pulsing up its duration as sperm is pumped up its to the full extent in ever decreasing quantities.

Finally it ends, leaving Friel covered in a slimy photographic film of horse cum ; trousering and exhausted from her trial by ordeal as the proprietor of such a ridiculously potent organ, her captain in matters of pleasure.

Her consultation are all breathing hard probably considering how something like that would sense. From the spirit on Friel's aspect it is a punishing ordeal of self-gratification beyond anything a human would normally accept to endure.

As the organ softens Friel loosens her hold under her breast and it tumbles forward spattering the level and board in front of her with the remains of her oily spunk. It falls heavily towards the ground, a thick rubbery tube coming to a rest period just below her human knee, hiding her testicles and vaginas from view.

From under her ruined war paint Friel smiles at her audience. Although still out of breath she manages to muster a clear voice.

"Not a bad start… now what next ?"

With her immense shaft still slowly retreating back towards her bulging case, Friel reaches behind her vertebral column and unhooks her bra. If anything her nipple are even more large now than before, squashed against the lacy fabric. Ando can't help but notice 2 large moistness patches on the undersides of her white meat, well away from the cascade of sweat and cum that have swept down her body.

As she loosens her bra slowly, Friel starts swaying her hips once again in time to the music. With each swing her equine cock wallows back and forth between her peg, it is still some way off fully retracting and dribbles its remaining payload between her thighs.

Shuffling her bra forward she raises her voice once again with a mocking swing to her refined English language accent.

"Someone did promise you a dog and crib show, didn't they ?"

With that Friel throws the huge garment to the face to disclose yet more surprises on her eccentric dead body. Her nipples are not in fact nipples but rather truncated sheaths, now revealing their salacious contents. Out of each slowly stretching porta is spilling the pointed tip of a bright scarlet dick pass. With both hands she grasps her massive justly orb and heave up it mellow, presenting the emerging dog cock to her stunned viewers. Letting go of her Brobdingnagian breast it crashes back against her rib and she smiles again as she begins to rub the tip of her right nipplecock coaxing it out further with each twirl of her fingerbreadth around its sensitive tip.

The peaked red phallus continues to disgorge from its hideaway, still floppy and malleable. The mammilla sheath bulges slightly and Friel's heart widen briefly as a larger lout of anatomy clinch its way out some 10 centimetres behind the manoeuvre tip. She grasps the outlander cock behind this modest lump and gently jerks it a few times gradually bringing it to a semi—rigid state before hefting her tit up using her spare manus to bring the organ to her mouthpiece. She runs her tongue around the glans, teasing her own stimulation and playing up to her jism drenched fans in the front row.

Friel hauls her clunky tit up a little encourage allowing her lips to come together around the turgid appendage, sucking half of its length into her oral fissure and bringing it to full rigidness. It's a monolithic pipe organ by homo standards, some 20 centimetres from where she is grasping it behind the rapidly swelling knot to the tip being lovingly caressed by her mouth and knife. Once startlingly red against her pale pulp its colour is changing as the erection begins to fully form, a white criss-cross of fine strand giving it a more pinkish hue which accentuates the bluish vena just below the Earth's surface of the slick, glazed airfoil. Friel opens her lips letting the canine cock slip out partially and then forcefully jerks it a few times with her handwriting causing a o.k. stream of pre-cum to can out the end into her greedy open sassing.

At least this electronic organ is more practical to take in than the monstrous buck penis which is still slowly retreating into the sheath in her groin. Still well over 30 centimeter is dangling free between her pegleg as her body efficiently retracts the organ, a complex series of concertinaed folds allowing it slip back inside its velvet pocket. The stopcock is a marvel of nature, the once monolithic, blunt read/write head now an oozing pointed tip slowly retreating neatly into itself to cover once again beneath her wellspring designed clothes. When Friel came on stage no-one had though to count very hard between her legs to see the telltale extrusion in her skirt that could have indicated she was packing such a massive mare-fucker.

Ando's curiosity over the way the equine organ neatly packed itself away wanes as the bulging case pulls the final few centimetre home and he looks back up to Friel's face ; straight into her startlingly green eyes. She is looking directly at him, a smile across her lips as an almost constant current of watery ejaculate from the erect dog cock plays over her font. Friel jiffy at him and Ando almost dysprosium of shock at the personal interest this creature of his dreams is paying him. Perhaps it is the way he is looking at her - he loves her. Friel is ne plus ultra personified in his mind, how could anyone else in the intact world compare to her. She had certainly noticed his interest and grinning again before continuing to pump her turncock into her mouth, closing her mouth around the length supporting her tit with only the inflated gnarl behind the main shaft.

Friel's other hand lower and gently toys with a puffy orifice on the underside of the same breast. The source of the wet patches on her bra is now plainly patent ; a fully formed bitch's vagina in a state of wax stimulation wetly glistening as she gently prods it with her digit, caressing the small clitoral nubbin and pushing gently into the plication of yet another sexual organ.

A few of her viewers are looking away shaking their heads, the spectacle even too much for their war hardened psyche to dig. But the vast legal age sentinel on dumbly, stuck between awe and morbid fascination at the continual revelations of her twisted body.

The cock in her other pap is identical, but still scarlet and partially flaccid as it hangs out limply. Ando's brain reels ; the fact that her soundbox could be aroused in so many ways, each independently is mind boggling to grasp. How long could she keep arousing and pleasuring herself in a cycle of sexual climax ? He loved her. He loved her with all his nitty-gritty. Sex would feel so slow after witnessing this masterly exploit of bioengineering. How is it possible to yield to a normal life after observing this ? But still he watched.

Finishing up diddling her dog cunt, her hands join, gripping tightly behind the engorged international nautical mile probably 7 to 8 centimeter wide-eyed by now. Squeezing tightly she uses it like a hold to pop ramming the dog cock in and out of her mouth, her breast wildly bouncing like some over-filled H2O balloon. The finely extend hide on the organ is so thinly it looked like it would deplumate but it is stronger than it appears as Friel begins rapidly shoving it faster and deeper into her sass sucking knockout. Each thrust is now causing the mi to extend to her sassing before it is pulled almost all the way out with manic slurps. The penis continues its thin stream of pre-ejaculate causing her to retain swallowing or risk spluttering. By now her hands were a angry fuzz and her grunting has started again, release getting near.

Suddenly she moans loudly, her mouth scuttle, the dog hammer briefly freed from its oral prison house, now quite clearly ejaculating a thicker, cloudy liquidness onto her downhearted face. Out of breath Friel again tries to push the erection back into her sass but is having difficulty keeping it there with her labour gasps and moaning. Trying to breath through her nose as the raging orgasm continues is obviously a hopeless project. Large air bubbles are forming out of her own jism under her nostril as she tries to exert the punishing pacing of thrusting, whilst sucking, whilst cuming.

Clearly trying to breath through her own succus is too a good deal and she starts coughing uncontrollably as the orgasm subsides slowly. Finally regaining some composure she releases her death-grip behind the knot and lets the chest fall back against her chest, the cock sliding relieve from her mouth. Again Friel looks directly at Ando and grinning, thick ropes of sperm covering her backtalk and dribbling off her chin. Slowly, lasciviously, she licks her lips and stage at Ando, upturning her mitt and beckoning him over with a curl of her manicured forefinger.

Ando is captivated, he does not call up moving but second base later he is standing beside her. He is assaulted by an overpowering mephitis of animal sex, her near defenseless dead body drenched in germinal fluids. She kisses him suddenly and deeply, her tongue entering his rima oris without warning, a mix of cavalry and dog sperm smearing his face and throat.

She breaks off, an arm resting on his berm"Konbanwa, lover-san. Won't you help me ? I am need of something prospicient and hard inside me ?"

Ando just stares. Still subject mouthed. He is ineffective to say or do anything.

Reaching behind the drapery with her superfluous helping hand she pulls forward 2 farseeing latex boxing glove, proffered by some obliterate degree hand.

"Put these on."

Ando just reacts. Is it an edict ? A petition ? It does not matter. Whatever she wants, she will get. He pulls them up his arms. They are quite baggy, not some strange voodoo wear but a couplet of formula veterinary gloves that pass all the way up to his berm. Meanwhile Friel is beginning to finger the slowly swelling canine tooth phallus on her other breast.

"Do you understand me ?"she asks

Ando just nods looking down at his latex clad arms than back up to her cum smeared seraphic face.

"I want you to service me you like a distich of horny stallions, understand ?"

Ando nods

"When I present myself to you squeeze those arms right up there. Don't be ennoble. Then work them surd and recondite. Don't trouble you can't hurt me. Just satisfy me, lover-boy !"

Ando nods again.

"You ready ?"she asks with a instant. Not waiting for an answer.

Ando's mind is awash with opinion and desire. More than anything in the world he wants to gratify her. He wants to make her remember him, to ramp up a bond beyond this surreal day. He wants to think of something to her. To Friel ; his sweetheart, his love.

Turning her attention back the golf-club she starts to rub her newly emerging dog cock a little more vigorously as it spills out of the naked case that forms her mamilla. It is still the bright scarlet of semi—arousal, not like the former ballooned up pink and blue veined freak that still sits in a country of full erection on her early titty weeping watery fluid with each heart musical rhythm.

Gripping behind the fully engorged knot of her first cock she lifts her white meat up high and pushes the early knocker under it. It is a complex appendage, made more hard by the mountain of her ball, but her intent is obvious. Carefully she guides the bright red rooster into the ingurgitate vagina under her early breast. Friel hisses through gritted teeth as the ripe tit gradually sinks down over the diaphysis, her eyes partially closing, clearly enjoying the experience of fucking and being fucked simultaneously.

Cradling her lower knocker with her arm, holding it in office she uses the firm handle provided by the still turgid cock on her speed breast to work her beef snatch up and down a few times. The phallus rapidly inflates, the knot beginning to fill out quickly. Abruptly and with some military force she squeezes her breasts together to allow the hammer to fully penetrate herself before the burl gets too big. Friel groans again and frisson with delight as she holds everything in place.

Friel's body starts to sway again with the music ; her eyes are closed as she mashes her chest together in time with the beat. The wanking action from the business firm grip behind the greyback on her upper berth tit allows her to splosh her vast breasts together with some military force. Her breathing is laboured, her right leg quivers slightly and it looks for a moment that she may liberate her balance as a sweet fountain of liquid spurt from her exposed pooch pecker. The calendar method of the music provides a instinctive timing to her white meat thrusting ; unfluctuating and consistent, no speedy orgasm this fourth dimension, just a tardily intimate screwing.

After a few minutes of manually manipulating her self—penetration Friel lets her munition drop to her incline, a sly smiling on her lips as her tits stay attached to each former, a twisted mash of chest tissue held together like knotted weenie. Crowning the heavy hummock is an erect dribbling canine penis. Friel bends forward, hands on her thighs letting her pinhead swing down, still mated. She turns her voluptuous backside to Ando, his queue to get to work.

With her wooden leg slightly apart and her leaning forward, all Ando can see are two massive winking orifices, the strong olfactory perception of horses assaulting his nose. Ando is out to impress. Without any hesitancy he punches cryptical and hard with his the right way fist into the upper twat. He expectw some sort of resistance, something to slow up his progress, but nothing does. It is a long, pat tunnel that just goes on forever. He is up to his cubitus in her tender folds and she obviously wants more. He slides his other hired man into her lower kitty, again with very small resistance.

Ando is a bit dumb struck, he is image fisting a pair of slack horse cunts in a bar in Soviet Russia, he had never planned it that way, but he could think of nowhere else he would rather be just now. With Ando briefly lost in thought, Friel takes topic into her own stride and suddenly measure backward causing Ando to almost decrease over backwards in shock. But he holds his background and his weapon disappear inside her greedy cunts with a loud squelch until he is buried halfway up his bicep.

"That's more like it ! Now harder and mysterious"she demands

Ando doesn't need a s recounting, he leans forward with all his weightiness, forcing the arms in farther until his human face is bare centimetres from her rump, her musk wonderfully overpowering. He hears Friel grunt, a sound sign as he feels a forceful clamping down on his sleeve. The unscathed length of her unnatural vaginas begin to shove his branch tightly. Keeping his fist clenched so it resembles the headway of her stallion cock he leans back with entire force in order to try and pull his subdivision give up. Her slick confines try to concord him in position but the lubrication is helping him as his elbows re-appear. He can sense his brass knucks rubbing against the mesomorphic ribbing within her tight cunts as he continues to pull out all the way. A under the weather sucking sound as his clenched fist break free from her forceful grip. Friel's puss muscle spasm wildly, winking in rapid succession, spurting out Brobdingnagian gout of lube, desperate to be filled again.

He teases her for a second before straightening his arms and pushing his wholly body against her with his full strength. She is slack again, but as he gets recondite her vaginal muscles begin to clamp down once more slowing his progress. However this sentence he has built up some momentum and does not stop until his face impacts against her immense wet fissure. Ando sees one of her button nearby, an gormandize brown and rap nub about the size of it of the first articulation on his thumb. Without a sec thought he fastens his mouth on it and is somewhat storm when it moves by itself to push up and rub against his lips. His nose is buried alongside his arm in her upper maria pussy, her wonderful perfume driving him forward. He sucks and gently bites the sensitive organ and hears Friel cry loudly in jump surprise. It feels like mortal had applied a vice to his blazon as the cuntal cramp are now greatly magnified in their strength.

He holds for a second then using all his force against her equine might he pulls out again, halfway this time before shoving his arms back in again, making sure his olfactory organ and sass hit her button. Ando's brass is getting wet from his own sudation and his lover's juices.

The audience is a little more recreate now, cheering on the offspring stallion as he tries to please his mare. The oriental person guy is certainly putting some effort into his work as he starts to originate a steadily rhythm, vigorously pumping in and out of her. Friel is staying in time, sometimes pushing back against his powerful poke, former clip just letting Ando do all the work. Her boob are bouncing quite erratically, still joined together in prolonged orgasm, the crowning dog cock occasionally giving a lowly spurt. Friel has one mitt on the pole supporting her, her other handwriting now rubbing the second exposed canine vagina on the bottom of her reveal tit. All the time she is groaning loudly, periodic unintelligible gibberish emanating from her cum soaked rim. This combined with Ando's grunts of cause and the squelching noises of her cunts is having a fair effort at drowning out the euphony, the DJ preferring to let the audience hear the display than another industrial groove.

terzetto of Friel's fingers are now being driven in and out of her slight dog pussy using Ando's thrusts to actuate her knocker onto her own paw. Her bend parody of a trunk is beginning to shudder, her moans growing to loud whine as she is being stimulated in four cunts at once. Ando can feel the clamping on both of his arm becoming more rapid, she is getting close. He tries to find which slit is convulsing more and concentrates a little more drive on the other in an attempt to restrain them match in rousing. On each forward knife thrust he tries to grasp the engorged mobile clitoris in his backtalk, a footling bite or a quick suck before his feat pull him away again. Ando is finding it more hard to see, travail is stinging his centre, occasionally washed out by a dessert wake of fluids from her capacious slit. He is drenched, but oh so happy.

Friel screams.

It is an ear piercing cry of pure lecherousness, the auditory sensation of her soul being ripped from her body, her mind clean hot with gratification, her heart trying to leap from her chest. She is punching the barker cunt in her breast with her fist as her footing gives way. Ando can do aught but follow her over, both of his arms clamped by massive rings of muscle as his lover is gripped with the seizure of orgasm. Two mesa go tumbling as the pair clash to the solid ground one-half on the modest stage, half in the front row. With plastiglass and beer flying everywhere their viewer beat a headlong retirement, hard-on tenting their fatigues.

With both of them in a crumpled mickle Ando tries to keep moving his munition. Every meter he flexes a muscle Friel screams again, a phone of pure animal lust, all humanity lost in the waves of bliss that are passing through her every fiber of being.

Friel is blind and deaf and dumb and paralysed. All around her is purity, a highschool pitched ringing in her capitulum, unable to move or vocalize anything beyond bestial grunts. Time has stopped. layer upon level of orgasms assaults her fragile head, multiple orgasms from multiple vaginas, over and over again. She is a being of pure orgasmic energy riding wave of lecherousness uncharted in history.

Every brute that has ever orgasmed in the universe is channelling their energy through Friel now. She feels the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin underneath her flippers as she spawns on the beach. The short-lived go of a Mayfly deflowered. The brood mare being mounted again. The porn star concluding her view. The Kitaschi maiden being penetrated by her twenty better half. Gaia conceiving the universe.

This is enlightenment.

All is still. On the floor lies Ando, eyes closed, with a blissful smile on his face nearly buried, like his sleeve, in his lovers rump. They look like some sort of bizarre conjoined twin. Friel has started breathing again, ragged gasps of air as her trunk claws for oxygen once more, her consistency shuddering with muscle contraction as she slowly regains consciousness with bust streaming down her worn-out face. As she begins to move more earth tremor wrack her body as Ando's implements of war begin to slip out of her, she can barely even vocalise a moan as she shakily crawls onto all quaternion. Her knotted boob slowly slip apart, a tumid bleached dog prick springing up as it slithers out of its squawk cunt with a wash of spermatozoan. With that Friel weeps and collapses back on top of her boob, too weak to move.

Ando leans over, and helps swipe Friel up, rolling her over and letting her list against the small step of the degree, subdivision and pegleg akimbo. Friel opens her eyes again, still glassy and muted as she becomes dimly aware of her surroundings, a look of confusion on her face.

Friel weakly takes a drink from a bottle of urine Ando holds to her backtalk as he cradles her promontory gently. Her emerald orbit slowly regain their intensity as she stares up at him, a feeble smile forming on her rim as she looks deeply into his heart. As her strength returns Friel reaches for Ando and they embrace, lips locked together in an ecstatic show of dear. The club watches on as the new match hold each former tightly and kiss passionately.

Finally they break aside and Ando helps her rachis to her foundation. Friel smiles warmly at Ando, then down to her horse cock ; slowly emerging from its cocktail dress again before giving him a dirty grin .