By edge bar standard this topographic point is a little cleaner than virtually, but the smell of alcohol, 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 predict `` Best Sex display '' in Kogalym did not come cheap, the bar prices are Ginza hunky-dory but the ambiance is distinctly Chiba gangland hideout. Ando nurses his warming bottle of Baltika and glances nervously around the small bar avoiding any direct eye contact before settling on the stage where some emaciated blonde with bogus tits gyrates around a pole with little passion to her disinterested audience.

acquiring in had been a job, the ostiary had to have been two and a half metre tall and seemed openly hostile to letting any clientele into the bar. His cheap cyber-arm sputtering occasionally as he ran Ando through a weapons scanner before sneering and pushing him over to a small windowpane to pay the entrance fee. The chucker-out was probably a veteran of the Sino-Russian difference as were many of the current residents of The Golden Cage, an over pompous name for hell-hole Ando found himself in. Since the fight anyone of oriental person descent was viewed with suspicion, even those helping reconstruct the shattered communicating mesh. Few here, on the former figurehead air, seemed to care that Japan had supported the Russian Federation after China 's oil snap into Siberia. Ando 's caller would fire him on the spot coming to a property like this and being alone would birth seemed suicidal to his fellow employees. But this was not a place you could really take along your work colleagues, especially when the billboard outside was advertising the ace attraction as `` A truly UNIQUE Dog and shot glass Show '' ; it would have made for some rather awkward water-cooler conversation the abide by day.

Ando knew he was a pervert, not in any variety of dangerous way, just one driven by curiosity for the bizarre. His imagination fuelled since his betimes teenager by Akihabara manga always sought out the strange and unusual. He felt it opened his eye to a wider human beings, one of the rationality he would take on these harder assignments that many other salaryman would shy away from. It earned him a good salary, it would maintain his category secure back home base, when he eventually had one, and he would accept a bright future in the company ; but only if he made it out of this bar alive tonight. Ando knew the reality would look at him as a nut for his curiosity, so it was better to hold back his fancy life and the real-world separate. However once he heard of this place and the strange touring act, he knew he had to take some risk of infection ; honest to induce lived a short animation hard doing what you dreamed, than to die old and unfulfilled. biography here was probably punk, as only in a place like Kogalym could you find places like this. Only here was the law more touch with weapon and drug trafficking to bother with some perverse acts in a well run nightspot, especially when that gild could double up officer's meagre payoff to stay away and disinterested.

The bored looking blonde gymnast on stagecoach is wrapping up her act by dropping her consistency onto a very large dildo whilst doing the Split before rolling backwards to let everyone take a closer aspect at it slowly slides out between pierced mouth. Her well apply moves seemed to be having some impact on her audience ; Ando breathes more easily as this means fewer optic would be directed at him. He takes a tepid draught and looks more closely at the minor phase, barely with child enough to hold a pole, the weedy fair sex and her thrown-away clothing. hunch grow in Ando 's mind as he realises it would be unmanageable to fit more than a very versed couple on the leg, never mind a small horse. He sighs realising that he has probably wasted his time once again in some scam to hook in traveler and sottish soldiers to buy overprice beer. May as well enfeeble off the feeding bottle and provide quietly during the finale of the next act before anyone gets drunk and accuses him of being Chinese.

A balmy ripple of applause indicates her act had concluded as she steps through the threadbare drapes at the spinal column of the stage, through the doorway hidden behind. The DJ suggests this may be a good time to get in another stave of drinking before the main attractive feature. Even Ando 's top end linguasoft microprocessor chip has difficulty translating the heavily tonic Russian, but in a stead like this it is easy enough to make full 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 social club with a meliorate view of the point as well as skinny proximity to the side exit to enact his escape plan. He can finger oculus following him as he does his best to merge into the plasteel paries in the tail and swallow up down his fear. Ando hopes his curio would not leave behind him with the same fate as the metaphoric cat.

Perhaps his linguasoft had mistranslated the sign of the zodiac outside, perhaps it read `` See a pervert, Nipponese technologist being slowly tortured to death by local war criminals LIVE on stage !"Ando shudders and chances a looking at around the gild again ; his manque torturers seem to be loosing interest in him now he had stopped moving. As people return to their fundament with their plastiglasses full, the lights dim once again as the DJ introduces the asterisk act of the evening.

'' Welcome, my dude filth fucking ! Do we have something special for you here tonight ! Rarely do we get to see such a rich human race toy playing to deviant like you in the filth and squalidness of Kogalym, but for one functioning only she will please you with her unequaled dog and jigger display. gentlewoman and gentlemen, fellow perverts, may I introduce the unbelievable Friel ! ``

The audience musters up a mildly impressive round of drinks of applause as a lone woman steps through the curtain and an industrial classic kicks up a notch through the speech sound arrangement. From the teasing stares it is obvious that many of the patrons are a minuscule confused by her lone appearance, not a airscrew, dead or alive in evidence.

She is a skilled dancer, her body kicking to the relentless beat. She is telling to behold, but certainly not what the hearing is expecting. Friel is probably around two cadence tall in her extravagant heel, her luff toes squeezed into shoes shaped like lacquered hooves. Her foresightful, very shapely, pale legs lead up to a very short pleated Patrick Victor Martindale White skirt resting on a delightfully shapely and hearty arse. A slim down waist accentuates her full-bosomed affection shaped bottom beautifully as her closemouthed crumple white fabric top reach hugely across a duet of ridiculously massive white meat, each about the size of her promontory and contained within an industrial sized bra clearly seen underneath the tormented material. She makes the previous dancer 's curves seem positively innate. Her tenacious, graceful neck opening holds a patent leather leash adorned with a I exculpated gem. Friel 's face is captivating in its ravisher ; long, straight melanize pilus cascading down her back, kept out of her face with a simple while headband, full lip glisten with scarlet lipstick, her pretty clit nose allowing her tumid almond eyes to overshadow her features, vibrant emeralds sparkling with intelligence activity, intensity and concentration.

Overall she is dressed like some bloodless angelic schoolgirl created by the devil to entice the despicable. Certainly her every bender must have been created in the VAT of a torso shop, but rarely did they ever combine in such a sodding way. A raw sexual power burn off her every pore as her organic structure moves gracefully to the euphony, a vision of pure lust made real.

Although she is not what the interview was expecting her the absurd and exotic beauty holds off any immediate revenge to the Mary Leontyne Price of entry or crapulence. Ando quickly assesses his escape plan once again in the event this brief moment of distraction erupts into fuss. However concentrating on anything but the fair sex on stage is almost impossible. He, like everyone else, stares in silence as Friel faces her back to the interview and bends over two-baser with unacceptable flexibility and seemliness to await at her new lover upside-down from the side of her close ramification, her tiny wench rising further up her beautiful rounded tush. With a ready flick of her coxa the chick rhytidectomy and settled over her back completely exposing the two lunation of mild white flesh to the hearing.

Friel raises her brow in mock surprisal, purses her lips and brings her finger to them ; her construction reminiscent of the classic Marilyn Munroe pose. Like Marilyn her"accidental"reveal had been very deliberate. She gives the hearing a few instant to stare at her wonderful, shapely prat before running her handwriting up her peg. Straightening up a piddling, she places a hand on each cheek of her bottom, knowing it 's spellbinding effect on the interview. Her flawless peel and no underwear teasing the assemblage of what is to arrive and what lies between those cheeks ; her legs, still clamped together, revealing little. Gently Friel caresses her own arse, her hired man rubbing closer towards the crevice between her face. Her tenacious legs teetering on hoof-like brake shoe leading up to the boastfully, round backside looks very much like the back end of a horse cavalry, all she would need is a tail to make out to illusion.

Her hand starts rubbing between her cheeks, caressing a little cryptical each time, slowly disappearing between the rounded agglomerate. Friel's centre are closed, listen racing with titillating thoughts, getting into the mighty frame of mind, turning herself on. She always loves this bit ; smiling to herself in anticipation, her luxuria ascent, her spirit pumping loudly in her ears as a shiver of goose bumps runs up her spine. Then it happens, the audience gasp in shock.

As Friel rubs cryptical between her cheeks a squirt of liquid tent-fly out and a muscular tissue group no former human posse comitatus flexes obscenely. Her butt briefly parts on it 's own revealing a gaping pink jam, a prominent clitoris at the base and a wooden-headed set of unfamiliar lip surrounding it. Ando has browsed enough porn on the Net to know what he has just briefly witnessed. Friel has a buck 's cunt where to the highest degree people would have an anus. All thoughts of leaving this lieu disappear in that instant, even Ando 's hentai fuelled resourcefulness had never anticipated this turn of events.

Friel moves her script back to her face now, to provide the audience with a expert survey, a shimmer of sweat highlighting her curve in the bright degree light, keeping her front in shadow, facing away from her audience. Her prat flexes again, like a set ashore fish gasping for air, her rear part to reveal their hidden gem. This clip the audience is prepared for the sight ; a huge, quivering, fleshy puss mostly pink with a little mottling of Brown and lightlessness, towards the base sits a with child clitoris. As the labia part and wink at the interview the true magnitude of the electronic organ is revealed ; a 10 centimetre gash in her flesh, opening 3 cm wide-cut revealing a inscrutable wet tunnel dribbling a glossy, syrupy liquid that moistens the whole expanse. A second or so later it closes again with a clearly audible squishing speech sound causing some of the liquid to squirt beyond the confines of the diminished point onto a nearby table. This meter the hearing is still, in awe or perhaps disgust of what they have seen. Ando looks on, his heart beating fast, instantly falling in lust with her body.

As her pussy winks again for the thirdly time the audience can distinctly discover the in-rush of air as it fills the open void of her twat. Then Friel, without any cooking or diplomacy, rams her clenched mighty hand into the maw, it seems to pass in without any friction whatsoever. She is obviously designed for larger buff, probably hoofed. She works her bridge player deeper, but the way she is standing precludes anything to a greater extent than her wrist passing inside. Pulling her saturated fist out, she uses both hands to confine open her winking arse-cunt demonstrating her commodiousness. Friel wiggles her behind in time with the music obviously relishing the Revelation of Saint John the Divine of her surprise software to the audience. A small river of succus running down her peg, Ando realises there is far more liquid running down her stage than is coming out of that cavernous vagina.

deflexion forward further and slightly relaxing her stance the source of this liquid is revealed. Just in figurehead of her clitoris another monovular pussy nestle, sited where her normal vagina should be located, forced out between her branch as she doubles over, now aroused and winking out of time with the other. An awkward sideways blink of her two equine cunts nestling between her thigh, no gap between them. Her entire crotch country is a wet mass of sex organs, aegir for a pair of huge horse cocks to pound her with grim force.

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

Again swaying her derriere in time with the euphony she allows the staccato winking of her twat to create puddles on the stage base whilst simultaneously spraying the front row of her audience with her confidant juice. The raw smell of mares in season briefly manages to sweep over the setting fetor of the ball club. Holding her buttocks open Friel begins to brook up, chancing a aspect over her shoulder at her daze interview. Gradually she lets her ramification sloping trough apart a lilliputian to provide a well sentiment of her gasping cunts.

In a clear, potent, well-educated English stress Friel speaks for the first time.

"What could fill me ?"

She pauses for effect.

"Oh, I know !"

As her legs component part further an threatening dark can be seen through them ; a retentive, dark human body approaching her knee joint. With a rehearse motility Friel spins on the spot, yanking her bird off, tossing it towards a storm audience member revealing her male face to all.

Nestled in her fork is a large sheath with a partially flabby gymnastic horse's member dangling from it, around 30 centimeter long and beginning to approach her knees. It is pallid pink in semblance, with a twosome of large splotch of blacken down its length. Nestled behind it are a pair of clenched fist sized testis, held close to her body, skin stretched tightly over their veined subject, shining in the phase lights.

Again the audience are in shock, not surely whether to stay on soundless, clap, cheer or choking coil on their overpriced beer.

The penis between her legs is obviously equine in ancestry, and clearly from quite a expectant specimen. Still wrinkled up its length, the promontory a blunt submarine, it continues to slowly spillage from the large sheath that nearly reaches from her fork to her belly button. About halfway up its length can be seen a flock in the pulp where it thickens dramatically towards the base. It finally stops disgorging and starts to temper. Friel takes both hands and runs them up and down the length, a heavy heavy looking hosepipe of chassis. The hunky-dory line beginning to smooth out and large veins start to become more prominent along its huge duration as it began to rise. wellspring over half a metre long and now wet from the continued dripping from between her legs Friel rubs her own slick juice over its length as the heading thickens and the grievous process begins to reach full hard-on.

The cock is now pointing straight toward the audience ; they can clearly see the urethral mental process prominent on the blunt mind. Using her phallus as a distraction Friel pulls off her woolen top revealing the huge bra beneath and the resume coaxing her stallionhood to hard-on with her hands. They don't reaching round the monolithic organ, her milking action behind the preputial ring looks like she is trying to push blood into the early one-half as the head further widens, now distinctly wider than the shaft below it. As she does so the whole pipe organ rises up into the segmentation between her bra cupful, almost floor with the full red brim of her mouth. Friel licks her brim 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 terminal surge in its distance and thickness, the head now clearly beginning to flare, a little spurt of liquid coming from the end. The matter must be around 75 centimetres long, its flesh shining lewdly in the degree light, mineral vein and tendon clearly texturing the smooth, tight skin.

Friel opens her mouth, clearly unable to fit the whole tip in her jaw, but making a valiant attempt. Her arms are fold up beneath her titty, squeezing the penis between the vast cleavage as she thrusts with her hips mashing the brain between her sassing, leaving malignment of scarlet lip rouge over her glans. As she thrusts her churning balls drive forward revealing the still winking labia of her front man maria cunt whilst it dribbles its continued stimulation down her prospicient legs. A look of bliss can be seen across Friel's human face, her optic one-half lidded as she thrusts again into her back talk causing a big jet of watery pre-ejaculate to eject across her face. The nipples on her breasts look prominent even under their heavy upholstery ; it is obvious that her show is for her own benefit as well as her spectators.

The head of the enormous harmonium starts flattening further, becoming wider, all Friel can do is suck the textured edge as the deal of the rubbery glans just mashes into her face. Friel keeps pumping her hips forward again and again with increasing fastness, each time her balls are thrown in the air her cunt is clearly visible, a small waterfall of lubrication tumbling down her thighs. The musk of her organs is now impregnable in the air ; fully overpowering the dusty feeling of the bar. She starts grunting unable to hold back her lust any More ; a stallion at full-of-the-moon erection prepare to diffuse his seed.

Her spectators are mute, the DJ has even turned down the music so everyone can find out her moans, muffled behind the mammoth cock oral sex pounding her face, its flash half the size of her head. Ando wishes he was sitting down, his own raging erection tenting his trousers, his legs feeling wobbly and weak at this sight before him. How could such a creature of such total lust exist in this world ?

With increasing intensity Friel tit-fucks herself, her integral being focussed on the tool she in embracing. These are not the frail trend of a considerate lover, these are cruel thrusts of animalistic hunger, aegir for final discharge. Her moan go into moans, which in turn become senior high pitches neigh of joy as the moment of release gets close. By now each poking is resulting in a cascade of watery seed soaking her expression and hair.

Friel screams, the nine collectively holds its breath.

She orgasms.

Each thrust now sprays a thick Caucasian pick into her backtalk, over her face, on the degree and nearby witness.

And orgasms.

Each thrust is accompanied by a lamentable moan of desire and release.

And orgasms.

Each poking has her orchis pulling hard into her body, her enormous, rigid barb, taught and pulsing up its duration as spermatozoan is pumped up its full extent in ever decreasing quantities.

Finally it ends, leaving Friel covered in a wretched celluloid of horse cavalry cum ; panting and exhausted from her ordeal as the owner of such a ridiculously powerful electronic organ, her master in matters of pleasure.

Her audience are all breathing surd probably considering how something like that would feel. From the look on Friel's side it is a punishing ordeal of head trip beyond anything a homo would normally have to endure.

As the organ softens Friel loosens her grip under her white meat and it tumbles forward spattering the base and tables in social movement of her with the clay of her greasy heart. It falls heavily towards the primer coat, a chummy rubbery tube-shaped structure coming to a residue just below her knees, hiding her orchis and vaginas from view.

From under her ruined makeup Friel smiles at her interview. Although still out of breath she manages to muster a pull in voice.

"Not a bad start… now what next ?"

With her immense shaft still slowly retreating back towards her bulging sheath, Friel reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra. If anything her teat are even more outstanding now than before, squashed against the lacy material. Ando can't supporter but notice 2 tumid muffle plot of ground on the undersides of her breasts, well away from the cascade of perspiration and cum that have swept down her body.

As she loosens her bra slowly, Friel starts swaying her rosehip once again in time to the medicine. With each swing her equine putz wallows back and forth between her pegleg, it is still some way off fully retracting and dribbles its remaining load between her thigh.

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

"Someone did forebode you a dog and pony display, didn't they ?"

With that Friel throws the vast garment to the incline to discover yet more surprises on her freakish body. Her mammilla are not in fact mammilla but rather truncated sheaths, now revealing their repugnant cognitive content. Out of each slowly stretching porta is spilling the maneuver tip of a bright scarlet turncock point. With both work force she grasps her monumental right globe and heave it higher, presenting the emerging dog pecker to her stunned looker. Letting go of her immense titty it crashes back against her costa and she smiles again as she begins to rub the tip of her right nipplecock coaxing it out further with each twirl of her finger around its sensitive tip.

The under the weather red penis continues to disgorge from its hideaway, still floppy and malleable. The nipple sheath hump slightly and Friel's eyes widen briefly as a larger swelling of bod squeezes its way out some 10 centimetres behind the taper tip. She grasps the unknown cock behind this little lump and gently jerks it a few times gradually bringing it to a semi—rigid state before hefting her tit up using her plain hand to bring the organ to her sassing. She runs her tongue around the glans, teasing her own foreplay and playing up to her jism drenched fans in the front row.

Friel hauls her ungainly breast up a piddling further allowing her lips to close around the tumescent process, sucking half of its length into her mouthpiece and bringing it to wide rigidity. It's a massive organ by man standards, some 20 centimeter from where she is grasping it behind the rapidly swelling knot to the tip being lovingly caressed by her mouth and tongue. Once startlingly red against her pallid flesh 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 blue vena just below the Earth's surface of the slip, shiny surface. Friel opens her lips letting the canine rooster eluding out partially and then forcefully jerks it a few clip with her hired hand causing a delicately flow of pre-cum to fire out the end into her greedy undetermined backtalk.

At least this organ is more practical to suck than the monstrous horse penis which is still slowly retreating into the sheath in her groin. Still well over 30 centimeter is dangling free between her peg as her soundbox efficiently retracts the harmonium, a complex 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 oozing pointed tip slowly retreating neatly into itself to conceal once again beneath her well designed clothes. When Friel came on leg no-one had though to appear very hard between her legs to see the telltale bulge in her skirt that could have indicated she was packing such a massive mare-fucker.

Ando's peculiarity over the way the equine organ neatly packed itself away wanes as the bulging sheath pulls the last few centimeter home and he looks back up to Friel's face ; straight into her startlingly green oculus. She is looking directly at him, a grinning across her lips as an almost constant stream of watery ejaculate from the erect dog turncock plays over her face. Friel eye blink at him and Ando almost die 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 paragon personified in his mind, how could anyone else in the entire human beings compare to her. She had certainly noticed his interest and grinning again before continuing to pump her hammer into her mouth, closing her sassing around the length supporting her breast with only the high-flown knot behind the master shaft.

Friel's other hand lower and gently toys with a tumid orifice on the underside of the Saami white meat. The source of the wet speckle on her bra is now plainly observable ; a fully formed gripe's vagina in a state of full arousal wetly glistening as she gently prods it with her dactyl, caressing the minuscule clitoric nubbin and pushing gently into the folds of yet another intimate organ.

A few of her looker are looking away shaking their heads, the spectacle even too much for their war hardened judgement to comprehend. But the immense majority watch on dumbly, stuck between awe and morbid fascination at the continual Apocalypse of her misrepresented 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 eubstance could be aroused in so many ways, each independently is thinker boggling to comprehend. How long could she keep arousing and pleasuring herself in a cycle of climax ? He loved her. He loved her with all his ticker. Sex would feel so dull after witnessing this virtuoso feat of bioengineering. How is it potential to return to a rule life history after observing this ? But still he watched.

Finishing up diddling her dog twat, her mitt join, gripping tightly behind the gormandise naut mi probably 7 to 8 centimetres astray by now. Squeezing tightly she uses it like a hold to get going ramming the dog putz in and out of her mouth, her breast wildly bouncing like some over-filled urine balloon. The finely stretched skin on the organ is so slender it looked like it would pluck but it is unassailable than it appears as Friel begins rapidly shoving it faster and deeper into her oral fissure sucking unvoiced. Each thrust is now causing the knot to touch her lip before it is pulled almost all the way out with frenzied slurps. The member continues its reduce stream of pre-ejaculate causing her to keep swallowing or risk spluttering. By now her work force were a furious blur and her grunting has started again, button getting near.

Suddenly she moans loudly, her mouth opening, the dog cock briefly freed from its oral prison, now quite clearly ejaculating a thicker, nebulous liquid onto her lower face. Out of breathing spell Friel again tries to fight the erection back into her sassing but is having difficultness keeping it there with her labored gasp and moaning. Trying to breath through her nose as the raging climax continues is obviously a hopeless project. Large air house of cards are forming out of her own jism under her nostril as she tries to exert the punishing tempo of thrust, whilst sucking, whilst cuming.

Clearly trying to breath through her own juice is too often and she starts coughing uncontrollably as the climax subsides slowly. Finally regaining some calm she releases her death-grip behind the air mile and lets the breast fall back against her breast, the cock sliding devoid from her mouth. Again Friel looks directly at Ando and grin, thick rope of sperm covering her mouth and dribbling off her chin. Slowly, lasciviously, she licks her rim and distributor point at Ando, upturning her deal and beckoning him over with a lock of her manicured forefinger.

Ando is captivated, he does not retrieve moving but arcsecond later he is standing beside her. He is assaulted by an overpowering foetor of animal sex, her near bare eubstance drenched in seminal fluids. She kisses him suddenly and deeply, her tongue entering his mouth without warning, a mix of horse and dog sperm smearing his face and throat.

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

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

arrival behind the curtain with her spare hand she pulls forward 2 farsighted latex paint mitt, proffered by some hidden stage helping hand.

"Put these on."

Ando just reacts. Is it an order ? A request ? It does not matter. Whatever she wants, she will get. He pulls them up his arms. They are quite baggy, not some strange juju wear but a pair of convention veterinary gloves that pass all the way up to his shoulder. Meanwhile Friel is beginning to feel the slowly swelling canine tooth penis on her other breast.

"Do you sympathize me ?"she asks

Ando just nods looking down at his rubber-base paint clad branch than back up to her cum smeared sweet face.

"I want you to service me you like a pair of randy stallions, infer ?"

Ando nods

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

Ando nods again.

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

Ando's brain is awash with feelings and desire. More than anything in the Earth he wants to live up to her. He wants to work her remember him, to build a bond beyond this surreal day. He wants to intend something to her. To Friel ; his mantrap, his love.

Turning her attention back the club she starts to rub her newly emerging dog turncock a little more vigorously as it spills out of the nude cocktail dress that forms her nipple. It is still the bright orange red of semi—arousal, not like the former ballooned up garden pink and blue veined monstrosity that still sits in a state of full moon erection on her early breast weeping watery fluid with each heart beat.

Gripping behind the fully engorged knot of her first cock she lifts her knocker up high and pushes the other breast under it. It is a building complex process, made more difficult by the muckle of her globes, but her intent is obvious. Carefully she guides the shiny red cock into the engorged vagina under her other breast. Friel hisses through gritted teeth as the ripe tit gradually sinks down over the irradiation, her center partially closing, clearly enjoying the experience of fucking and being fucked simultaneously.

Cradling her lower breast with her arm, holding it in place she uses the firm handle provided by the still tumescent shaft on her upper breast to work her gripe cunt up and down a few clock time. The penis rapidly inflates, the knot beginning to replete out quickly. Abruptly and with some force out she squeezes her breast together to allow the pecker to fully penetrate herself before the grayback gets too big. Friel groans again and shivers with delight as she holds everything in seat.

Friel's body starts to carry again with the music ; her optic are closed as she mashes her breasts together in clock time with the beat. The wanking action from the firm suitcase behind the knot on her upper breast allows her to squish her huge breast together with some military group. Her external respiration is laboured, her right leg quivers slightly and it looks for a moment that she may loose her balance wheel as a refreshed fountain of liquid state spurt from her exposed barker cock. The rhythm of the medicine provides a innate timing to her boob poking ; unshakable and logical, no speedy orgasm this time, just a slow intimate screwing.

After a few mo of manually manipulating her self—penetration Friel lets her arms drop to her sides, a sly smile on her lips as her tits stay attached to each former, a wrick mash of breast tissue held together like knotted dogs. Crowning the lumbering mounds is an tumid dribbling cuspid penis. Friel bends forward, hands on her thighs letting her tit swing down, still mated. She turns her toothsome backside to Ando, his queue to get to work.

With her legs slightly apart and her leaning forward, all Ando can see are two massive winking orifices, the unassailable odour of horses assaulting his nose. Ando is out to impress. Without any faltering he punches deep and hard with his right fist into the pep pill cunt. He expectw some sorting of resistance, something to slow his advance, but nothing does. It is a long, slick burrow that just goes on forever. He is up to his human elbow in her legal tender folds and she obviously wants more. He slides his other handwriting into her crushed kitty, again with very little resistance.

Ando is a bit dumb struck, he is duplicate fisting a pair of slack sawbuck twat in a bar in Russian Federation, 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 matter into her own stride and suddenly tone backward causing Ando to almost flow over backwards in shock. But he holds his ground and his arms disappear inside her greedy cunts with a loud squelch circuit until he is buried halfway up his bicep.

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

Ando doesn't need a second telling, he leans forward with all his weight, forcing the arms in further until his cheek is mere centimetre from her rump, her musk wonderfully overpowering. He hears Friel oink, a good sign as he feels a emphatic clamping down on his branch. The altogether length of her unnatural vaginas Menachem Begin to squeeze his arms tightly. Keeping his fist clenched so it resembles the point of her stallion rooster he leans back with full force in order to try and pull his branch detached. Her sleek down confines try to hold him in billet but the lubrication is helping him as his elbows re-appear. He can finger his brass knucks rubbing against the muscular teasing within her crocked bitch as he continues to pull out all the way. A sickly sucking sound as his fists break free from her emphatic grip. Friel's puss spasm wildly, winking in speedy successiveness, spurting out huge gouts 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 force. She is slack again, but as he gets deeper her vaginal brawn begin to clamp down once more slowing his progression. However this fourth dimension he has built up some momentum and does not stop until his nerve impact against her vast wet crevice. Ando sees one of her clits nearby, an gormandize brownness and pink nub about the size of the first join on his thumb. Without a second thinking he fastens his rima oris on it and is somewhat surprised when it moves by itself to labor up and rub against his lips. His nozzle is buried alongside his arm in her speed mare pussy, her wonderful aromatize driving him forward. He sucks and gently bites the tender electronic organ and hears Friel cry loudly in startled surprisal. It feels like someone had applied a frailty to his arms as the cuntal muscle spasm are now greatly magnified in their intensity.

He holds for a second then using all his power against her equine might he pulls out again, halfway this time before shoving his arms back in again, making sure his nose and mouth hit her clit. Ando's face is getting wet from his own diaphoresis and his devotee's juices.

The audience is a little more animated now, cheering on the young stallion as he tries to please his mare. The oriental guy is certainly putting some feat into his workplace as he starts to build up a steady musical rhythm, vigorously pumping in and out of her. Friel is staying in clock time, sometimes pushing back against his hefty thrusting, other clock time just letting Ando do all the work. Her breasts are bouncing quite erratically, still joined together in lengthened orgasm, the crowning dog hammer occasionally giving a humble squirt. Friel has one hand on the pole supporting her, her other hand now rubbing the second expose canine vagina on the underside of her exposed tit. All the fourth dimension she is groaning loudly, occasional unintelligible gibber emanating from her cum soaked lips. This combined with Ando's grunts of effort and the squelching racket of her slit is having a fair effort at drowning out the music, the DJ preferring to let the consultation hear the display than another industrial groove.

three of Friel's fingers are now being driven in and out of her small dog kitty-cat using Ando's jabbing to propel her boob onto her own hired man. Her twist around parody of a body is beginning to shudder, her moans growing to loud 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 find which cunt is convulsing more and concentrates a little more sweat on the other in an endeavour to keep them equalize in stimulation. On each forward driving force he tries to grasp the engorged mobile clitoris in his oral fissure, a picayune bite or a flying suck before his efforts pull him away again. Ando is finding it more unmanageable to see, travail is stinging his heart, occasionally washed out by a Sweet backwash of fluids from her capacious cunts. He is drenched, but oh so happy.

Friel screams.

It is an ear piercing cry of pure lust, the auditory sensation of her soul being ripped from her eubstance, her judgment white hot with gratification, her affection trying to leap from her chest. She is punching the doggy cunt in her breast with her fist as her ground gives way. Ando can do nothing but follow her over, both of his weapons system clamped by monumental rings of brawn as his buff is gripped with the seizure of orgasm. Two tabular array go tumbling as the pair clangour to the basis half on the small stage, half in the front row. With plastiglass and beer flying everywhere their viewer beat a hasty retreat, erections tenting their fatigues.

With both of them in a collapse batch Ando tries to keep moving his blazon. Every time he flexes a muscle Friel screams again, a phone of pure animal lust, all humanity lost in the wave of blissfulness that are passing through her every fibre of being.

Friel is unreasoning and deaf and dumb and paralysed. All around her is pureness, a high pitched sonorousness in her ears, unable to make a motion or enounce anything beyond bestial oink. Time has stopped. layer upon layer of climax assaults her delicate mind, multiple climax from multiple vaginas, over and over again. She is a being of pure orgasmic energy riding waves of lustfulness uncharted in history.

Every brute that has ever orgasmed in the universe is channelling their vim through Friel now. She feels the George Sand underneath her flippers as she spawns on the beach. The ephemeral transport of a Mayfly deflowered. The brood mare being mounted again. The pornography champion concluding her panorama. The Kitaschi maiden being penetrated by her twenty mates. Ge conceiving the universe.

This is enlightenment.

All is still. On the floor lies Ando, eyes closed, with a blissful smile on his case nearly buried, like his blazonry, in his lovers rump. They look like some sort of bizarre conjoined twin. Friel has started breathing again, ragged pant of air as her body claws for atomic number 8 once more, her body shuddering with muscular contraction as she slowly regains consciousness with snag streaming down her exhausted face. As she begins to move more earth tremor wrack her soundbox as Ando's weapon begin to slue out of her, she can barely even vowelise a groan as she shakily crawls onto all fours. Her gnarly bosom slowly slip apart, a large bleached dog prick springing up as it slithers out of its bitch pussy with a airstream of sperm. With that Friel weeps and collapses back on top of her breasts, too weak to move.

Ando leans over, and helps lift Friel up, rolling her over and letting her tilt against the small step of the stage, arms and peg akimbo. Friel opens her eyes again, still glassy and dull as she becomes dimly aware of her environment, a look of confusion on her face.

Friel weakly takes a drink from a feeding bottle of water Ando holds to her lips as he cradles her head gently. Her emerald ball slowly regain their loudness as she stares up at him, a infirm smile forming on her lip as she looks deeply into his eyes. As her strength returns Friel reaches for Ando and they embrace, lips locked together in an rapt show of passion. The nine watches on as the new couplet hold each former tightly and kiss passionately.

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