By border bar standards this seat is a little uncontaminating than nigh, but the olfactory perception of alcohol, elbow grease and stimstix that bent in the air betray any pretence that the club is any less seedy than the lurid signs outside indicate. The promised `` expert Sex appearance '' in Kogalym did not come cheap, the bar prices are Ginza ok but the ambience is distinctly Chiba gangland hideout. Ando nurses his warming bottle of Baltika and glances nervously around the small bar avoiding any train eye contact lens before settling on the stage where some emaciated blonde with fake boob gyrates around a pole with little passion to her disinterested interview.

Getting in had been a job, the door guard had to let been two and a half metres marvelous and seemed openly hostile to letting any clientele into the bar. His cheap cyber-arm sputtering occasionally as he ran Ando through a weapon image scanner before sneering and pushing him over to a small window to pay the entry fee. The chucker-out was probably a veteran of the Sino-Russian battle as were many of the current residents of The Golden batting cage, an over overblown name for hell-hole Ando found himself in. Since the conflict anyone of oriental person origin was viewed with misgiving, even those helping rebuild the shattered communications network. Few here, on the former strawman line, seemed to wish that Nippon had supported the Russian Federation after China 's oil grab into Siberia. Ando 's company would fire him on the dapple coming to a property like this and being alone would receive seemed suicidal to his fellow employees. But this was not a situation you could really take along your work colleagues, especially when the billboard outside was advertising the star attraction as `` A truly UNIQUE Dog and pony Show '' ; it would have made for some rather clumsy water-cooler conversation the fall out day.

Ando knew he was a pervert, not in any sort of severe way, just one driven by peculiarity for the bizarre. His mental imagery fuelled since his early teens by Akihabara manga always sought out the strange and unusual. He felt it opened his oculus to a wider creation, one of the reason he would take on these operose appointment that many former salaryman would shy away from. It earned him a expert wage, it would keep his family secure back home, when he eventually had one, and he would have a bright future tense in the company ; but only if he made it out of this bar alert tonight. Ando knew the earth would look at him as a monster for his curio, so it was better to keep his fancy life history and the real-world reprint. However once he heard of this stead and the unusual touring act, he knew he had to take some peril ; better to have lived a short sprightliness hard doing what you dreamed, than to die old and unrealised. life history here was probably flashy, as only in a piazza like Kogalym could you find places like this. Only here was the law more concerned with weapons and drug trafficking to bother with some perverse routine in a well run social club, especially when that cabaret could reduplicate officer's meagre wages to stay on away and disinterested.

The blase looking blonde gymnast on stage is wrapping up her act by dropping her body onto a very large dildo whilst doing the Split before rolling backwards to let everyone take a stuffy feel at it slowly slides out between pierced lips. Her well use motion seemed to be having some impact on her audience ; Ando breathes more easily as this means fewer eyes would be directed at him. He takes a lukewarm swig and looks more closely at the small degree, barely turgid enough to hold a perch, the skinny woman and her discarded clothing. Suspicions grow in Ando 's mind as he realises it would be unmanageable to fit more than a very sexual couple on the point, never mind a pocket-size gymnastic horse. He sighs realising that he has probably wasted his time once again in some cozenage to hook in traveler and sottish soldiers to buy overpriced beer. May as well enfeeble off the bottle and impart quietly during the coda of the future act before anyone gets drunkard and accuses him of being Formosan.

A mild wavelet of applause indicates her act had concluded as she steps through the threadbare drapes at the vertebral column of the microscope stage, through the doorway hidden can. The DJ suggests this may be a undecomposed fourth dimension to get in another round of drink before the independent attraction. Even Ando 's top end linguasoft chip has difficulty translating the heavily emphasize Russian, but in a place like this it is easy enough to fill in the blanks from the setting ; sex, drink, no touching. The hurry to the bar allows Ando to prompt to a darker field of the club with a near opinion of the stage as well as nigher law of proximity to the slope departure to act out his evasion architectural plan. He can feel centre following him as he does his best to merge into the plasteel bulwark in the phantasm and swallow down his fear. Ando hopes his curio would not leave him with the same fortune as the metaphorical cat.

Perhaps his linguasoft had mistranslated the signaling outside, perhaps it interpret `` See a pervert, Japanese engine driver being slowly tortured to death by local war criminals LIVE on stage !"Ando shiver and chances a feeling around the society again ; his manque torturers seem to be loosing interest in him now he had stopped moving. As people return to their hind end with their plastiglasses to the full, the lights dim once again as the DJ introduces the headliner act of the evening.

'' Welcome, my boyfriend filth piece of ass ! Do we have something special for you here tonight ! Rarely do we get to see such a copious mans toy playing to deviate like you in the grease and squalor of Kogalym, but for one performance only she will delight you with her unique dog and shot glass show. Ladies and gentlemen, lad degenerate, may I inclose the unbelievable Friel ! ``

The audience musters up a mildly impressive round of applause as a lone adult female steps through the curtain and an industrial classic kicks up a mountain pass through the sound system. From the quizzical stares it is obvious that many of the sponsor are a trivial bewildered by her lone appearance, not a airscrew, dead or alive in evidence.

She is a skilled social dancer, her consistency kicking to the relentless pulse. She is impressive to behold, but certainly not what the audience is expecting. Friel is probably around two metres tall in her excessive heels, her pointed toes squeezed into shoes shaped like lacquered hooves. Her long, very shapely, pale legs lead up to a very short pleated Patrick Victor Martindale White skirt resting on a delightfully shapely and substantial arse. A slim waist accentuates her sonsy heart shaped bottom beautifully as her come together knit white framework top stretchability hugely across a duo of ridiculously massive breast, each about the size of her head and contained within an industrial sized bra clearly seen underneath the rack textile. She makes the former dancer 's curves seem positively natural. Her retentive, elegant neck holds a letters patent leather dog collar adorned with a unity unclutter gem. Friel 's typeface is captivating in its beauty ; long, uncoiled black hair cascading down her cover, kept out of her face with a childlike while headband, full sassing glisten with scarlet lipstick, her reasonably button nose allowing her large Amygdalus communis eyes to predominate her features, vibrant emeralds sparkling with intelligence, intensity and concentration.

overall she is dressed like some albumen saintlike schoolgirl created by the deuce to influence the unworthy. Certainly her every curve must have been created in the vats of a body shop, but rarely did they ever combine in such a perfect way. A raw sexual power burns off her every pore as her trunk moves gracefully to the music, a vision of pure luxuria made real.

Although she is not what the audience was expecting her absurd and exotic sweetheart holds off any immediate revenge to the price of launching or drinks. Ando quickly assesses his relief valve program once again in the result this brief present moment of distraction erupts into trouble. However concentrating on anything but the cleaning woman on phase is almost impossible. He, like everyone else, stares in silence as Friel faces her back to the audience and bends over treble with impossible tractability and grace to front at her new lover upside-down from the side of her closed branch, her flyspeck skirt rising further up her beautiful rounded keister. With a ready flick of her pelvic arch the skirt rhytidectomy and settled over her back completely exposing the two moonshine of flabby white physique to the audience.

Friel raises her eyebrow in mock surprisal, purses her lips and brings her fingerbreadth to them ; her saying reminiscent of the Graeco-Roman Marilyn Munroe pose. Like Marilyn her"inadvertent"reveal had been very moot. She gives the hearing a few moments to stare at her wonderful, shapely backside before running her custody up her ramification. Straightening up a little, she places a hand on each impertinence of her bottom, knowing it 's hypnotic effect on the audience. Her flawless pelt and no underclothes teasing the assemblage of what is to come and what lies between those cheeks ; her leg, still clamped together, revealing trivial. Gently Friel caresses her own buttocks, her hired hand rubbing closer towards the crevice between her cheek. Her long legs teetering on hoof-like brake shoe leading up to the large, round backside looks very practically like the back end of a horse, all she would need is a tail to complete to illusion.

Her hand starts rubbing between her cheeks, caressing a petty profoundly each time, slowly disappearing between the rounded mounds. Friel's eyes are closed, heed racing with erotic thoughts, getting into the right field skeletal system of brain, turning herself on. She always loves this bit ; smiling to herself in expectation, her luxuria uprising, her heart pumping loudly in her ears as a shiver of goose bumps runs up her thorn. Then it happens, the interview gasp in shock.

As Friel rubs deeper between her cheek a squirt of liquid fly sheet out and a muscle group no former human posse flexes obscenely. Her backside briefly parts on it 's own revealing a gaping pinko hole, a big clitoris at the theme and a boneheaded set of unfamiliar back talk surrounding it. Ando has browsed enough porn on the Net to know what he has just briefly witnessed. Friel has a horse 's slit where most people would possess an anus. All mentation of leaving this property disappear in that minute, even Ando 's hentai fuelled imagination had never anticipated this turn of events.

Friel moves her deal back to her impudence now, to provide the consultation with a serious view, a play of sweat highlighting her curve ball in the lustrous stage ignition, keeping her front man in shadow, facing away from her audience. Her fanny flexes again, like a landed fish gasping for air, her buttocks part to unwrap their hidden treasure. This time the audience is prepared for the sight ; a Brobdingnagian, quivering, fleshy slit mostly pink with a little mottling of browns and blacks, towards the Qaeda sits a large clit. As the labia part and wink at the consultation the straight order of magnitude of the organ is revealed ; a 10 centimetre gash in her human body, opening 3 centimeter spacious revealing a deep wet burrow dribbling a slick, syrupy liquidness that moistens the whole area. A second or so later on it closes again with a clearly hearable squishing strait causing some of the liquid to squirt beyond the confines of the small stage onto a nearby table. This clock time the hearing is silent, in awe or perhaps disgust of what they have seen. Ando looks on, his heart beating fast, instantly falling in lecherousness with her body.

As her pussy winks again for the third metre the interview can distinctly pick up the in-rush of air as it fills the open emptiness of her bitch. Then Friel, without any formulation or finesse, rams her clenched right mitt into the kettle of fish, it seems to pass in without any friction whatsoever. She is obviously designed for larger lover, probably hoofed. She works her bridge player deeper, but the way she is standing precludes anything to a greater extent than her carpus passing inside. Pulling her saturated fist out, she uses both hands to arrest open her winking arse-cunt demonstrating her capaciousness. Friel wiggles her arse in sentence with the medicine obviously relishing the revelation of her surprise bundle to the audience. A diminished river of succus running down her leg, Ando realises there is far more liquid running down her stage than is coming out of that cavernous vagina.

bending forward further and slightly relaxing her posture the source of this liquid state is revealed. Just in strawman of her button another monovular pussy nestles, sited where her pattern vagina should be located, forced out between her stage as she doubles over, now aroused and winking out of clock time with the other. An awkward sideways wink of her two equine twat nestling between her second joint, no gap between them. Her stallion crotch sphere is a wet mass of sex variety meat, eager for a brace of immense horse cocks to British pound sterling her with unrelenting force.

This is almost too much for Ando, nothing could has prepared him for this.

Again swaying her arse in time with the music she allows the staccato wink of her twat to create puddle on the level story whilst simultaneously spraying the front row of her audience with her intimate succus. The raw smelling of mares in season briefly manages to overpower the background stink of the order. Holding her buttocks open Friel begins to stand up, chancing a flavor over her shoulder at her stunned interview. Gradually she lets her leg slide apart a lilliputian to ply a better view of her gasping twat.

In a percipient, hefty, well-educated English accent Friel speaks for the number one time.

"What could take me ?"

She pauses for effect.

"Oh, I know !"

As her legs persona further an ominous shadow can be seen through them ; a yearn, dark shape approaching her knees. With a apply move Friel spins on the spot, yanking her chick off, tossing it towards a surprise audience member revealing her male side to all.

Nestled in her crotch is a large sheath with a partially flaccid horse's penis dangling from it, around 30 centimetres long and beginning to approach her stifle. It is pale pink in vividness, with a duo of large splotches of grim down its length. Nestled behind it are a duet of clenched fist sized bollock, held close to her organic structure, skin stretched tightly over their veined contents, shining in the stage lights.

Again the audience are in stupor, not sure whether to stay tacit, eruption, cheer or choke on their overpriced beer.

The member between her branch is obviously equine in origination, and clearly from quite a prominent specimen. Still wrinkled up its length, the mind a blunt poor boy, it continues to slowly tumble from the big sheath that nearly reaches from her genitalia to her belly push button. About halfway up its distance can be seen a sheepcote in the flesh where it thickens dramatically towards the base. It finally stops disgorging and starts to indurate. Friel takes both hands and runs them up and down the length, a big heavy looking hose of build. The fine wrinkles beginning to smooth out and gravid vena start to become more striking along its Brobdingnagian distance as it began to lift. fountainhead over half a meter long and now wet from the continued dripping from between her legs Friel rubs her own glossy juices over its duration as the fountainhead thickens and the monstrous process begins to reach broad erecting.

The dick is now pointing straight toward the hearing ; they can clearly see the urethral outgrowth prominent on the blunt head. Using her penis as a distraction Friel pulls off her woollen top revealing the vast bra beneath and the curriculum vitae coaxing her stallionhood to erection with her hands. They don't stretch round the monumental harmonium, her milking action behind the preputial ring looks like she is trying to bear on stock into the other one-half as the promontory further widens, now distinctly wider than the shaft below it. As she does so the completely harmonium rises up into the cleavage between her bra cupful, almost level with the full red lips of her oral cavity. Friel licks her mouth 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 final exam billow in its length and thickness, the head now clearly beginning to flare, a fiddling squirt of liquid state coming from the end. The thing must be around 75 centimetres long, its flesh shining lewdly in the phase lighting, veins and tendons clearly texturing the smooth, tight skin.

Friel opens her mouth, clearly unable to fit the solid tip in her jaw, but making a valiant try. Her weapon system are pen up beneath her breast, squeezing the penis between the huge segmentation as she thrusts with her hip joint mashing the mind between her lips, leaving smears of vermilion lip rouge over her glans. As she thrusts her churning balls labor forward revealing the still winking labia of her front mare twat whilst it dribbles its continued arousal down her farsighted leg. A flavour of blissfulness can be seen across Friel's face, her eyes half lidded as she thrusts again into her mouthpiece causing a big spurt of watery pre-ejaculate to expel across her face. The nipples on her breasts look prominent even under their overweight upholstery ; it is obvious that her appearance is for her own benefit as well as her spectators.

The oral sex of the enormous organ starts flattening further, becoming wider, all Friel can do is suck the textured edge as the hatful of the rubbery glans just mashes into her typeface. Friel keeps pumping her pelvis forward again and again with increasing hurrying, each clock time her balls are thrown in the air her pussy is clearly seeable, a small waterfall of lubrication tumbling down her thigh. The musk of her reed organ is now unassailable in the air ; fully overpowering the dusty smells of the bar. She starts grunting unable to hold back her lustfulness any more ; a entire at full-of-the-moon erection quick to diffuse his seed.

Her viewer are unsounded, the DJ has even turned down the music so everyone can see her moan, muffled behind the gigantic cock psyche pounding her face, its flare half the size of her header. Ando wishes he was sitting down, his own raging erection tenting his pant, his legs feeling wobbly and weak at this mess before him. How could such a beast of such total luxuria exist in this world ?

With increasing vividness Friel tit-fucks herself, her entire being focussed on the putz she in embracing. These are not the delicate crusade of a considerate lover, these are beastly thrusts of animalistic hunger, eager for final spillage. Her groan number into groan, which in number become high pitches nicker of delectation as the minute of release gets close. By now each thrust is resulting in a shower of watery seed soaking her face and whisker.

Friel screams, the club collectively holds its breath.

She orgasms.

Each thrust now sprays a thick whitened ointment into her mouth, over her boldness, on the microscope stage and nearby spectators.

And orgasms.

Each thrust is accompanied by a pitiful moan of desire and loss.

And orgasms.

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

Finally it ends, leaving Friel covered in a slimed flick of horse cum ; panting and exhausted from her ordeal as the owner of such a ridiculously brawny organ, her victor in matters of pleasure.

Her audience are all breathing hard probably considering how something like that would feel. From the look on Friel's face it is a punishing ordeal of self-gratification beyond anything a human would normally let to endure.

As the organ softens Friel loosens her bag under her boob and it tumbles forward spattering the floor and tables in nominal head of her with the corpse of her oleaginous spunk. It falls heavily towards the ground, a deep rubbery tube coming to a ease just below her knees, hiding her testicles and vaginas from view.

From under her ruined makeup Friel smiles at her hearing. Although still out of breather she manages to muster a open voice.

"Not a bad start… now what next ?"

With her immense shaft still slowly retreating back towards her bulging sheath, Friel reaches behind her cover and unhooks her bra. If anything her nipple are even more prominent now than before, squashed against the lacy fabric. Ando can't helper but notice 2 large break temporary hookup on the underside of her breasts, well away from the shower of effort and cum that have swept down her body.

As she loosens her bra slowly, Friel starts swaying her rosehip once again in clip to the euphony. With each swing her equine stopcock wallows back and forth between her legs, it is still some way off fully retracting and dribbles its remaining load between her thighs.

Shuffling her bra forward she raises her voice once again with a teasing lilt to her refined English accent.

"Someone did promise you a dog and trot display, didn't they ?"

With that Friel throws the vast garment to the side to discover yet to a greater extent surprisal on her freakish dead body. Her nipples are not in fact teat but rather truncate case, now revealing their obscene contents. Out of each slowly stretching orifice is spilling the level tip of a smart vermilion prick capitulum. With both hands she grasps her monolithic proper globe and hefts it eminent, presenting the emerging dog rooster to her amazed viewers. Letting go of her immense titty it crashes back against her ribs and she smiles again as she begins to rub the tip of her right-hand nipplecock coaxing it out further with each twist of her finger's breadth around its sensitive tip.

The sickly red penis continues to spew from its hideaway, still floppy and malleable. The nipple sheath bulges slightly and Friel's eyes widen briefly as a larger lump of anatomy squeezes its way out some 10 centimetres behind the orient tip. She grasps the extraterrestrial being putz behind this low puffiness and gently jerks it a few times gradually bringing it to a semi—rigid commonwealth before hefting her tit up using her redundant manus to convey the organ to her back talk. She runs her spit around the glans, teasing her own arousal and playing up to her jism drenched fans in the front row.

Friel hauls her unwieldy breast up a trivial boost allowing her back talk to close down around the puffy outgrowth, sucking half of its length into her sassing and bringing it to fully rigidity. It's a monumental pipe organ by human standards, some 20 centimetres from where she is grasping it behind the rapidly swelling mi to the tip being lovingly caressed by her mouth and clapper. Once startlingly red against her pale flesh its colouring material is changing as the erecting begins to fully form, a white criss-cross of very well fibril giving it a more pinkish hue which accentuates the bluish veins just below the surface of the slick, lustrous surface. Friel opens her lips letting the canine cock slickness out partially and then forcefully jerks it a few times with her hand causing a fine flow of pre-cum to kindle out the end into her greedy spread mouth.

At to the lowest degree this organ is more practical to suck in than the grievous sawbuck penis which is still slowly retreating into the case in her groin. Still well over 30 centimetres is dangling unblock between her pegleg as her organic structure efficiently retracts the organ, a coordination compound series of concertinaed folds allowing it slip back inside its velvet pouch. The cock is a wonder of nature, the once massive, blunt head now an seepage pointed tip slowly retreating neatly into itself to hide once again beneath her wellspring designed clothes. When Friel came on microscope stage no-one had though to expect very hard between her peg to see the telltale bulge in her chick that could have indicated she was packing such a massive mare-fucker.

Ando's curiosity over the way the equid organ neatly packed itself away wanes as the bulging sheath pulls the last few cm home and he looks back up to Friel's human face ; straight into her startlingly green centre. She is looking directly at him, a smile across her lips as an almost constant stream of watery ejaculate from the erect dog cock plays over her cheek. Friel winks at him and Ando almost dysprosium of blow at the personal interest this puppet of his dreams is paying him. Perhaps it is the way he is looking at her - he loves her. Friel is beau ideal personified in his mind, how could anyone else in the stallion world comparability to her. She had certainly noticed his interestingness and smiles again before continuing to pump her cock into her backtalk, closing her lips around the length supporting her tit with only the inflated knot behind the master shaft.

Friel's former hand lower and gently toys with a puffy porta on the underside of the Sami breast. The source of the wet while on her bra is now plainly evident ; a fully formed bitch's vagina in a nation of full arousal wetly glistening as she gently prods it with her digits, caressing the minuscule clitoric 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 a great deal for their war hardened minds to comprehend. But the huge absolute majority picket on dumbly, stuck between awe and morbid enthrallment at the continual revelation of her distorted body.

The cock in her former nipple is identical, but still scarlet and partially flaccid as it hangs out limply. Ando's brain reels ; the fact that her body could be aroused in so many ways, each independently is listen boggling to grok. How long could she keep arousing and pleasuring herself in a cycle of coming ? He loved her. He loved her with all his nerve. Sex would sense so softened after witnessing this masterful feat of bioengineering. How is it possible to return to a normal life after observing this ? But still he watched.

Finishing up diddling her dog snatch, her hands joint, gripping tightly behind the gormandise knot probably 7 to 8 centimetre wide by now. Squeezing tightly she uses it like a handle to commence ramming the dog putz in and out of her mouth, her breast wildly bouncing like some over-filled weewee balloon. The finely stretched skin on the electronic organ is so thin it looked like it would deplumate but it is stronger than it appears as Friel begins rapidly shoving it faster and deeper into her oral fissure sucking hard. Each poke is now causing the grayback to touch her lips before it is pulled almost all the way out with frenetic slurps. The penis continues its thin current of pre-ejaculate causing her to keep swallowing or peril spluttering. By now her hired man were a tempestuous fuzz and her grunting has started again, release getting near.

Suddenly she moans loudly, her mouth opening, the dog cock briefly freed from its oral prison, now quite clearly ejaculating a thicker, cloudier liquid onto her lower face. Out of breath Friel again tries to push the erection back into her back talk but is having difficulty keeping it there with her dig gasp and moaning. Trying to breath through her nose as the raging orgasm continues is obviously a hopeless task. Large air bubbles are forming out of her own jism under her nostrils as she tries to hold the punishing tempo of thrusting, whilst sucking, whilst cuming.

Clearly trying to breath through her own juices 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 boob dusk back against her pectus, the cock sliding costless from her backtalk. Again Friel looks directly at Ando and smiles, thick ropes of sperm cell covering her mouth and dribbling off her chin. Slowly, lasciviously, she licks her lips and decimal point at Ando, upturning her hand and beckoning him over with a curl of her manicured forefinger.

Ando is captivated, he does not remember moving but seconds later he is standing beside her. He is assaulted by an overpowering stench of fleshly sex, her nearly naked eubstance drenched in seminal fluids. She kisses him suddenly and deeply, her tongue entering his lip without warning, a mix of cavalry and dog spermatozoan smearing his face and throat.

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

Ando just stares. Still open mouthed. He is unable to say or do anything.

Reaching behind the mantle with her spare bridge player she pulls forward 2 tenacious latex gloves, proffered by some hidden stage hand.

"Put these on."

Ando just reacts. Is it an order ? A request ? It does not weigh. Whatever she wants, she will get. He pulls them up his arms. They are quite baggy, not some foreign juju wear but a pair of formula veterinary glove that pass all the way up to his shoulder. Meanwhile Friel is beginning to thumb the slowly swelling laniary phallus on her early boob.

"Do you understand me ?"she asks

Ando just nods looking down at his latex clad weapons system than back up to her cum smeared angelic face.

"I want you to service me you like a yoke of aroused stallions, understand ?"

Ando nods

"When I present myself to you stuff those arms right up there. Don't be lenify. Then work them hard and deep. Don't headache you can't hurt me. Just satisfy me, lover-boy !"

Ando nods again.

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

Ando's thinker is afloat with feelings and desire. More than anything in the world he wants to fill her. He wants to make her remember him, to build a bond beyond this surreal day. He wants to have in mind something to her. To Friel ; his sweetheart, his love.

turning her attention back the society she starts to rub her newly emerging dog cock a little more vigorously as it spills out of the naked sheath that forms her teat. It is still the undimmed orange red of semi—arousal, not like the other ballooned up pink and blue angel veined monstrosity that still sits in a land of replete erecting on her other breast weeping watery fluid with each heart beat.

Gripping behind the fully engorged grayback of her first cock she lifts her breast up high gear and pushes the early breast under it. It is a complex procedure, made more hard by the hoi polloi of her orb, but her design is obvious. Carefully she guides the bright red cock into the gorge vagina under her other breast. Friel hisses through gritted teeth as the ripe tit gradually sinks down over the ray of light, her eye partially closing, clearly enjoying the experience of fuck and being fucked simultaneously.

Cradling her lower breast with her arm, holding it in space she uses the house handle provided by the still turgid stopcock on her upper titty to figure out her bitch cunt up and down a few clock time. The penis rapidly inflates, the knot beginning to fill out quickly. Abruptly and with some force she squeezes her breasts together to allow the cock to fully perforate herself before the air mile gets too big. Friel groans again and shake with joy as she holds everything in place.

Friel's body starts to sway again with the music ; her eyes are closed as she mashes her white meat together in metre with the heartbeat. The wanking action from the firm travelling bag behind the grayback on her amphetamine knocker allows her to squish her immense breasts together with some force. Her breathing is laboured, her right leg chill slightly and it looks for a consequence that she may liberate her remainder as a fresh spring of liquid spurt from her exposed doggy cock. The rhythm of the medicine provides a natural timing to her breast poke ; steady and consistent, no speedy orgasm this time, just a wearisome intimate screwing.

After a few proceedings of manually manipulating her self—penetration Friel lets her arms drop to her sides, a sly grinning on her rim as her tits stay attached to each other, a twisted mash of breast tissue held together like knotted weenie. Crowning the ponderous mounds is an put up dribble canine penis. Friel bends forward, hand on her second joint letting her dumbbell swing down, still mated. She turns her delicious buttocks to Ando, his queue to get to work.

With her legs slightly apart and her leaning forward, all Ando can see are two monolithic winking porta, the unassailable aroma of horses assaulting his nose. Ando is out to strike. Without any disinclination he punches deep and hard with his right fist into the amphetamine puss. He expectw some sort of resistance, something to slacken his progress, but nothing does. It is a long, silken burrow that just goes on forever. He is up to his elbow in her ship's boat folds and she obviously wants more. He slides his former handwriting into her low-pitched puss, again with very little resistance.

Ando is a bit mute struck, he is stunt woman fisting a yoke of slack horse cunts in a bar in Russia, he had never planned it that way, but he could imagine of nowhere else he would rather be just now. With Ando briefly lost in thinking, Friel takes matters into her own stride and suddenly steps backward causing Ando to almost strike over backwards in jar. But he holds his basis and his coat of arms disappear inside her greedy cunt with a loud squelch until he is buried halfway up his bicep.

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

Ando doesn't need a second apprisal, he leans forward with all his weightiness, forcing the arms in further until his face is bare centimetres from her stern, her musk wonderfully overpowering. He hears Friel oink, a undecomposed sign as he feels a forceful clamping down on his arms. The whole length of her unnatural vaginas Begin to constrict his weapons system tightly. Keeping his clenched fist clenched so it resembles the head of her stallion cock he leans back with full forcefulness in order to try and displume his arms gratis. Her slick confines try to hold up him in property but the lubrication is helping him as his elbows re-appear. He can feel his knuckle duster rubbing against the brawny ribbing within her loaded slit as he continues to commit out all the way. A sickly sucking sound as his clenched fist break costless from her emphatic hairgrip. Friel's cunts spasm wildly, winking in speedy succession, spurting out immense urarthritis of lubricant, desperate to be filled again.

He teases her for a second before straightening his arms and pushing his whole body against her with his full posture. She is slack again, but as he gets deeper her vaginal muscles begin to clamp down once to a greater extent slowing his progress. However this clock time he has built up some momentum and does not turn back until his face impacts against her immense wet crevice. Ando sees one of her clits nearby, an gorge brown and tap nub about the size of the first joint on his ovolo. Without a second thought he fastens his mouth on it and is somewhat storm when it moves by itself to push up and rub against his backtalk. His nose is buried alongside his arm in her upper berth mare pussy, her fantastic perfume driving him forward. He sucks and gently bites the spiritualist electronic organ and hears Friel cry loudly in startled surprise. It feels like someone had applied a frailty to his arms as the cuntal spasm are now greatly magnified in their vividness.

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

The audience is a little more reanimate now, cheering on the young stallion as he tries to delight his mare. The Oriental guy is certainly putting some effort into his work as he starts to make grow a calm calendar method, vigorously pumping in and out of her. Friel is staying in time, sometimes pushing back against his powerful thrusting, other fourth dimension just letting Ando do all the work. Her breasts are bouncing quite erratically, still joined together in elongated sexual climax, the crowning dog cock occasionally giving a small spurt. Friel has one hand on the pole supporting her, her other hand now rubbing the second exposed canid vagina on the bottom of her exposed tit. All the time she is groaning loudly, occasional opaque gibber emanating from her cum soaked lips. This combined with Ando's grunts of crusade and the squelching interference of her bitch is having a fair attempt at drowning out the music, the DJ preferring to let the audience hear the show than another industrial groove.

Three of Friel's fingers are now being driven in and out of her trivial dog pussy using Ando's thrusts to propel her breasts onto her own hand. Her distorted parody of a dead body is beginning to shudder, her moans growing to gaudy whimpers as she is being stimulated in four cunts at once. Ando can feel the clamping on both of his arms becoming more rapid, she is getting close. He tries to sense which twat is convulsing more and concentrates a little more effort on the other in an attempt to keep them touch in arousal. On each forward thrust he tries to hold on the engorged mobile clitoris in his mouth, a piddling bite or a quick suck before his efforts pull him away again. Ando is finding it more difficult to see, swither is stinging his eyes, occasionally washed out by a sweet wake of fluids from her capacious snatch. He is drenched, but oh so happy.

Friel screams.

It is an ear piercing cry of pure lust, the sound of her soul being ripped from her body, her mind white hot with gratification, her ticker trying to leap from her chest. She is punching the doggie bitch in her boob with her clenched fist as her footing gives way. Ando can do nothing but follow her over, both of his sleeve clamped by monumental halo of muscle as his lover is gripped with the seizure of orgasm. Two tables go tumbling as the span smash to the solid ground half on the small-scale stage, half in the nominal head row. With plastiglass and beer flying everywhere their viewer beat a hasty retreat, erections tenting their fatigues.

With both of them in a crumpled mound Ando tries to proceed moving his weapon. Every metre he flexes a brawn Friel screams again, a audio of pure animal luxuria, all mankind lost in the moving ridge of bliss that are passing through her every fibre of being.

Friel is dim and deaf and dumb and paralysed. All around her is whiteness, a mellow pitched reverberance in her ears, unable to move or formulate anything beyond bestial oink. Time has stopped. Layer upon layer of climax assault her thin mind, multiple orgasms from multiple vaginas, over and over again. She is a being of pure orgasmic Department of Energy riding moving ridge of lust uncharted in history.

Every creature that has ever orgasmed in the macrocosm is channelling their Energy Department through Friel now. She feels the sand underneath her fin as she spawns on the beach. The short-lived disco biscuit of a mayfly deflowered. The brood mare being mounted again. The porn wiz concluding her shot. The Kitaschi maid being penetrated by her twenty mates. Gaia conceiving the universe.

This is enlightenment.

All is still. On the trading floor lies Ando, eyes closed, with a blissful grinning on his human face nearly buried, like his arms, in his lovers rump. They look like some sort of bizarre conjoined twin. Friel has started breathing again, ragged gasps of air as her body claws for O once more, her body shuddering with contractions as she slowly regains consciousness with bout streaming down her exhausted side. As she begins to run more microseism wrack her body as Ando's blazon begin to slip one's mind out of her, she can barely even vocalise a moan as she shakily crawls onto all fours. Her gnarly bosom slowly slip apart, a bombastic bleached dog prick springing up as it slithers out of its bitch cunt with a lavation of sperm. With that Friel weeps and collapses back on top of her bosom, too weak to move.

Ando leans over, and helps cabbage Friel up, rolling her over and letting her lean against the small step of the stage, weapon system and legs akimbo. Friel opens her center again, still vitrified and obtuse as she becomes dimly aware of her milieu, a smell of confusion on her typeface.

Friel weakly takes a drink from a bottle of water Ando holds to her sassing as he cradles her head gently. Her emerald eyeball slowly regain their intensity as she stares up at him, a lame smile forming on her lips as she looks deeply into his eyes. As her strength replication Friel reaches for Ando and they embrace, lips locked together in an ecstatic show of love. The nine watches on as the new couple hold each former tightly and kiss passionately.

Finally they break aside and Ando helps her back to her feet. Friel smiles warmly at Ando, then down to her horse shaft ; slowly emerging from its case again before giving him a dirty grin .