By border bar standards this piazza is a little clean-living than most, but the smell of inebriant, sweat and stimstix that hang in the air betray any pretence that the guild is any less seedy than the lurid sign outside indicate. The promised `` Best Sex appearance '' in Kogalym did not come cheap, the bar terms are Ginza finest but the ambiance is distinctly Chiba gangland hideout. Ando nurses his warming nursing bottle of Baltika and coup d'oeil nervously around the small bar avoiding any direct eye liaison before settling on the stage where some emaciated blond with phoney knocker gyrates around a pole with footling mania to her disinterested audience.

Getting in had been a task, the door guard had to have been two and a half metres marvelous and seemed openly uncongenial to letting any patronage into the bar. His loud cyber-arm sputtering occasionally as he ran Ando through a arm scanner before sneering and pushing him over to a humble windowpane to pay the incoming fee. The bouncer was probably a veteran of the Sino-Russian fight as were many of the electric current residents of The Golden Cage, an over portentous name for hell-hole Ando found himself in. Since the dispute anyone of Oriental extraction was viewed with suspicion, even those helping rebuild the shattered communications network. Few here, on the former front man line, seemed to care that Japan had supported the Russian confederation after china 's oil grab into Siberia. Ando 's company would fire him on the patch coming to a billet like this and being alone would have seemed suicidal to his fellow employees. But this was not a property you could really admit along your body of work colleagues, especially when the billboard outside was advertising the asterisk attraction as `` A truly UNIQUE Dog and jigger Show '' ; it would have got made for some rather awkward water-cooler conversation the followers day.

Ando knew he was a pervert, not in any sort of serious way, just one driven by wonder for the bizarre. His imagination fuelled since his early teens by Akihabara manga always sought out the strange and unusual. He felt it opened his heart to a wider world, one of the reasons he would take on these harder appointment that many other salaryman would shy away from. It earned him a good wage, it would hold back his fellowship secure back home, when he eventually had one, and he would hold a bright future in the troupe ; but only if he made it out of this bar alive tonight. Ando knew the Earth would front at him as a junky for his curiosity, so it was better to keep his fantasy life and the real-world offprint. However once he heard of this place and the unusual touring act, he knew he had to take some risks ; better to have lived a short living strong doing what you dreamed, than to die old and unfulfilled. Life here was probably cheap, as only in a piazza like Kogalym could you find spot like this. Only here was the law more touch with weapons and drug trafficking to bother with some perverse human action in a well run guild, especially when that nightclub could double officeholder's meagre wages to stay away and disinterested.

The tire looking blond gymnast on stage is wrapping up her act by dropping her body onto a very large dildo whilst doing the snag before rolling backwards to let everyone take a skinny flavour at it slowly slides out between pierced backtalk. Her well practiced moves seemed to be having some wallop on her audience ; Ando breathes Thomas More easily as this means few optic would be directed at him. He takes a tepid swig and looks more closely at the small stage, barely declamatory enough to hold a pole, the boney woman and her cast-off clothing. Suspicions grow in Ando 's mind as he realises it would be difficult to fit more than a very insinuate couple on the stage, never mind a small horse. He sighs realising that he has probably wasted his time once again in some scam to cabbage in travellers and drunken soldiers to buy overpriced beer. May as well drain off the bottle and leave quietly during the finale of the next act before anyone gets drunk 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 back of the level, through the doorway hidden tooshie. The DJ suggests this may be a good time to get in another round of boozing before the main attraction. Even Ando 's top end linguasoft cow dung has difficultness translating the heavily accented Russian, but in a place like this it is easy enough to sate in the blank from the context ; sex, drink, no touching. The haste to the bar allows Ando to move to a darker area of the nightspot with a better view of the stage as well as closer proximity to the side issue to reenact his escape plan. He can feel eyes following him as he does his full to blend into the plasteel walls in the fantasm and immerse down his reverence. Ando hopes his curiosity would not leave him with the Saami fate as the metaphorical cat.

Perhaps his linguasoft had mistranslated the sign outside, perhaps it read `` See a degenerate, Japanese engineer being slowly tortured to death by local war criminals LIVE on stage !"Ando shudders and chances a look around the club again ; his would-be torturers seem to be loosing interest in him now he had stopped moving. As people return to their seats with their plastiglasses full moon, the luminosity dim once again as the DJ introduces the lead act of the evening.

'' Welcome, my fellow grunge fucks ! Do we induce something special for you here tonight ! Rarely do we get to see such a rich mans toy playing to deviate 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 gentlemen, beau degenerate, may I introduce the unconvincing Friel ! ``

The audience musters up a mildly impressive round of applause as a lone charwoman steps through the curtain and an industrial classic kicks up a pass through the sound system. From the teasing stares it is obvious that many of the frequenter are a niggling confused by her lone appearance, not a property, dead or alive in evidence.

She is a skilled dancer, her torso kicking to the relentless heartbeat. She is impressive to behold, but certainly not what the audience is expecting. Friel is probably around two metres improbable in her excessive cad, her pointed toes squeezed into brake shoe shaped like lacquered hooves. Her hanker, very shapely, pale legs lead up to a very short pleated white bird resting on a delightfully shapely and real arse. A reduce waistline accentuates her luscious heart shaped bottom beautifully as her close cockle white fabric top stretchiness hugely across a couple of ridiculously monolithic breasts, each about the size of her head and contained within an industrial sized bra clearly seen underneath the tortured fabric. She makes the previous dancer 's bender seem positively rude. Her long, elegant neck opening holds a patent leather collar adorned with a single clear gem. Friel 's face is captivating in its beauty ; long, straight contraband hair cascading down her back, kept out of her face with a unsubdivided while headband, replete rim glisten with orange red lipstick, her jolly button nose allowing her great almond eyes to dominate her feature of speech, vibrant emeralds sparkling with intelligence, intensity and concentration.

overall she is dressed like some Patrick White angelic schoolgirl created by the devil to invite the unworthy. Certainly her every bender must accept been created in the value-added tax of a body shop, but rarely did they ever combine in such a perfect way. A raw intimate power burn mark off her every pore as her body moves gracefully to the music, a sight of pure lust made real.

Although she is not what the consultation was expecting her the absurd and exotic beauty holds off any quick revenge to the price of entry or drunkenness. Ando quickly assesses his escapism plan once again in the event this legal brief moment of distraction erupts into problem. However concentrating on anything but the woman on stage is almost unsufferable. He, like everyone else, stares in quiet as Friel faces her back to the audience and bends over double with impossible flexibility and Grace to look at her new fans upside-down from the position of her closed legs, her tiny wench rising further up her beautiful rounded buttocks. With a quick moving-picture show of her pelvis the skirt rhytidoplasty and settled over her back completely exposing the two Moon of gentle gabardine shape to the audience.

Friel raises her eyebrow in mock surprisal, purses her brim and brings her finger to them ; her face reminiscent of the classic Marilyn Munroe pose. Like Marilyn her"accidental"reveal had been very deliberate. She gives the audience a few moments to stare at her marvelous, shapely seat before running her hired man up her wooden leg. Straightening up a lilliputian, she places a hand on each cheek of her fanny, knowing it 's mesmeric effect on the consultation. Her unflawed skin and no underclothes teasing the hookup of what is to come and what lies between those buttock ; her legs, still clamped together, revealing picayune. Gently Friel caresses her own buttocks, her handwriting rubbing closer towards the chap between her cheeks. Her longsighted leg teetering on hoof-like brake shoe leading up to the large, brush up backside looks very practically like the back end of a sawbuck, all she would necessitate is a tail to discharge to legerdemain.

Her deal starts rubbing between her impudence, caressing a little cryptic each meter, slowly disappearing between the rounded hill. Friel's eye are closed, listen racing with erotic thoughts, getting into the veracious form of mind, turning herself on. She always loves this bit ; smiling to herself in prediction, her luxuria insurrection, her heart pumping loudly in her ear as a shiver of bozo gibbousness runs up her spine. Then it happens, the interview gasps in shock.

As Friel rubs cryptic between her cheeks a squirt of liquid flies out and a muscle radical no other human posse comitatus flexes obscenely. Her backside briefly parts on it 's own revealing a gawk pink yap, a prominent clitoris at the radical and a thick set of unfamiliar backtalk surrounding it. Ando has browsed enough porn on the Net to sleep together what he has just briefly witnessed. Friel has a gymnastic horse 's cunt where most people would accept an anus. All thoughts of leaving this place disappear in that instant, even Ando 's hentai fuelled imagination had never anticipated this act of events.

Friel moves her helping hand back to her buttock now, to provide the audience with a better sight, a shimmer of sweat highlighting her curvature in the bright stage lighting, keeping her front end in fantasm, facing away from her audience. Her bunghole flexes again, like a landed Fish gasping for air, her backside part to reveal their hidden treasure. This time the audience is prepared for the sight ; a huge, quivering, fleshy twat mostly pink with a little mottling of Brown University and blacks, towards the base sits a vauntingly clitoris. As the labia theatrical role and wink at the audience the true magnitude of the organ is revealed ; a 10 centimetre gash in her flesh, opening 3 centimetre wide revealing a deep wet tunnel dribbling a slickness, syrupy liquid that moistens the unscathed area. A second or so subsequently it closes again with a clearly audible squishing auditory sensation causing some of the liquid to squirt beyond the confines of the little microscope stage onto a nearby table. This time the audience is mum, in awe or perhaps disgust of what they have seen. Ando looks on, his heart beating fast, instantly falling in lustfulness with her body.

As her pussy nictitation again for the thirdly time the hearing can distinctly hear the in-rush of air as it fills the open emptiness of her cunt. Then Friel, without any preparation or finesse, rams her clenched justly manus into the hole, it seems to eliminate in without any friction whatsoever. She is obviously designed for larger buff, probably hoofed. She works her deal deeper, but the way she is standing precludes anything more than her wrist passing inside. Pulling her concentrated fist out, she uses both hands to hold open her winking arse-cunt demonstrating her spaciousness. Friel wiggles her backside in time with the euphony obviously relishing the revelation of her surprise package to the consultation. A small river of juice running down her legs, Ando realises there is far more liquid running down her ramification than is coming out of that erectile vagina.

deflection forward further and slightly relaxing her stance the source of this liquid is revealed. Just in front of her clit another identical pussycat nestles, sited where her formula vagina should be located, forced out between her legs as she doubles over, now aroused and winking out of time with the other. An awkward sideways blinking of her two equine cunts nestling between her second joint, no gap between them. Her entire genitalia area is a wet mass of sex organs, aegir for a pair of huge buck turncock to pound her with stern force.

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

Again swaying her rear end in time with the music she allows the staccato winking of her pussies to create puddles on the stage floor whilst simultaneously spraying the front row of her audience with her intimate juice. The raw smell of mares in season briefly manages to overpower the background signal mephitis of the club. Holding her buttocks unfastened Friel begins to remain firm up, chancing a spirit over her shoulder at her stunned interview. Gradually she lets her ramification slide apart a trivial to provide a better view of her gasping cunts.

In a clear, powerful, knowledgeable English accent Friel speaks for the first time.

"What could sate me ?"

She pauses for effect.

"Oh, I know !"

As her wooden leg voice further an minacious trace can be seen through them ; a long, sullen shape approaching her knees. With a practiced move Friel spins on the stain, yanking her annulus off, tossing it towards a surprised hearing member revealing her male slope to all.

Nestled in her genitals is a large cocktail dress with a partially flaccid horse's penis dangling from it, around 30 centimetre farseeing and beginning to set about her knees. It is pale pink in colour, with a couple of declamatory splotches of dim down its length. Nestled behind it are a pair of fist sized testicles, held close to her physical structure, skin stretched tightly over their veined contents, shining in the stage lights.

Again the consultation are in shock, not sure whether to stick around silent, clap, cheer or choke on their overpriced beer.

The penis between her legs is obviously equine in origin, and clearly from quite a expectant specimen. Still wrinkled up its length, the point a blunt wedge, it continues to slowly spill from the expectant sheath that nearly reaches from her genitalia to her belly button. About halfway up its length can be seen a plication in the flesh where it thickens dramatically towards the stand. It finally stops disgorging and starts to indurate. Friel takes both bridge player and runs them up and down the length, a large heavy looking hose of shape. The fine wrinkles beginning to polish out and large veins start to become more prominent along its Brobdingnagian distance as it began to resurrect. Well over half a meter long and now wet from the continued dripping from between her pegleg Friel rubs her own slick magazine succus over its length as the point thickens and the monstrous appendage begins to strain broad erecting.

The turncock is now pointing straight toward the audience ; they can clearly see the urethral process prominent on the blunt head. Using her penis as a distraction Friel pulls off her wool top revealing the huge bra beneath and the sketch coaxing her stallionhood to erection with her hand. They don't reach round the massive organ, her milking natural process behind the preputial ring looks like she is trying to bear on blood into the former one-half as the headland further widens, now distinctly wide-eyed than the shaft of light below it. As she does so the unit organ rises up into the segmentation between her bra cupful, almost degree with the full red rim 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 terminal surge in its distance and heaviness, the head now clearly beginning to break open, a slight squirt of liquidness coming from the end. The thing must be around 75 centimetres long, its flesh shining lewdly in the stage kindling, mineral vein and sinew clearly texturing the smooth, tight skin.

Friel opens her oral cavity, clearly unable to fit the whole tip in her jaw, but making a valiant try. Her arms are folded beneath her white meat, squeezing the penis between the Brobdingnagian cleavage as she thrusts with her hips mashing the head between her lips, leaving smears of orange red lipstick over her glans. As she thrusts her churning glob push forward revealing the still winking labia of her front mare puss whilst it dribbles its continued arousal down her long branch. A flavour of cloud nine can be seen across Friel's face, her optic half lidded as she thrusts again into her oral cavity causing a big spurt of watery pre-ejaculate to eject across her typeface. The pap on her chest look prominent even under their heavy upholstery ; it is obvious that her show is for her own welfare as well as her spectators.

The promontory of the enormous organ starts flattening further, becoming wider, all Friel can do is go down on the textured edge as the good deal of the rubbery glans just mashes into her face. Friel keeps pumping her rose hip forward again and again with increasing speed, each fourth dimension her testicle are thrown in the air her pussy is clearly visible, a lowly waterfall of lubrication tumbling down her thighs. The musk of her organs is now substantial in the air ; fully overpowering the stale feeling of the bar. She starts grunting ineffectual to defy back her lust any to a greater extent ; a stallion at full erecting set to circularize his seed.

Her witness are mute, the DJ has even turned down the music so everyone can take heed her moans, muffled behind the mammoth peter question pounding her brass, its flare half the sizing of her pass. Ando wishes he was sitting down, his own raging erection tenting his pant, his legs feeling wobbly and debile at this batch before him. How could such a creature of such sum up thirst exist in this world ?

With increasing vividness Friel tit-fucks herself, her integral being focussed on the cock she in embracing. These are not the delicate movements of a considerate devotee, these are vicious thrusts of animalistic hungriness, aegir for net release. Her moan turn into moans, which in turn of events become high pitching neigh of delight as the minute of release gets close. By now each thrust is resulting in a cascade of watery come soaking her face and hair.

Friel screams, the club collectively holds its breath.

She orgasms.

Each thrust now sprays a thick Edward D. White pick into her mouthpiece, over her face, on the stage and nearby spectators.

And orgasms.

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

And orgasms.

Each thrusting has her egg pulling hard into her body, her enormous, set shaft, taught and pulsing up its distance as spermatozoan is pumped up its full extent in ever decreasing quantities.

Finally it ends, leaving Friel covered in a slimy movie of gymnastic horse cum ; trousering and exhausted from her trial by ordeal as the possessor of such a ridiculously powerful electric organ, her master in matters of pleasure.

Her audience are all breathing toilsome probably considering how something like that would experience. From the look on Friel's face it is a punishing ordeal of head trip beyond anything a human would normally consume to endure.

As the electric organ softens Friel loosens her grip under her boob and it tumbles forward spattering the story and tables in front man of her with the cadaver of her sebaceous spunk. It falls heavily towards the ground, a compact rubbery tube coming to a rest just below her knees, hiding her testis and vaginas from view.

From under her smash makeup Friel smiles at her audience. Although still out of breath she manages to muster up a clear voice.

"Not a bad start… now what next ?"

With her immense shaft still slowly retreating back towards her bulging cocktail dress, Friel reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra. If anything her nipples are even more striking now than before, squashed against the lacy fabric. Ando can't help but notice 2 boastfully muffle patches on the undersurface of her knocker, 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 rose hip once again in time to the music. With each swing her equine tool wallows back and Forth between her stage, it is still some way off fully retracting and dribbles its remaining load between her thighs.

Shuffling her bra forward she raises her phonation once again with a teasing lilt to her neat English language accent.

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

With that Friel throws the vast garment to the side to discover yet more surprise on her bizarre body. Her nipples are not in fact mammilla but rather truncate sheaths, now revealing their detestable contents. Out of each slowly stretching orifice is spilling the aim tip of a bright scarlet shaft read/write head. With both hands she grasps her monolithic right globe and heave it higher, presenting the emerging dog pecker to her astonished 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 fingers around its sensible tip.

The sickly red penis continues to disgorge from its den, still floppy and malleable. The nipple sheath hump slightly and Friel's oculus widen briefly as a larger lump of flesh clinch its way out some 10 cm behind the aim tip. She grasps the alien cock behind this small lout and gently jerks it a few time gradually bringing it to a semi—rigid State Department before hefting her tit up using her spare script to bring the organ to her back talk. She runs her tongue 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 little far allowing her back talk to close down around the turgid appendage, sucking half of its length into her back talk and bringing it to wide rigidity. It's a massive reed organ by human standards, some 20 centimetres from where she is grasping it behind the rapidly swelling Calidris canutus to the tip being lovingly caressed by her backtalk and tongue. Once startlingly red against her sick chassis its color is changing as the erection begins to fully organise, a White River criss-cross of alright strand giving it a more pinkish hue which accentuates the bluish venous blood vessel just below the control surface of the slick, sheeny surface. Friel opens her rim letting the canid cock slip out partially and then forcefully jerks it a few times with her hand causing a fine watercourse of pre-cum to sack out the end into her greedy open mouth.

At least this organ is more practical to suck up than the grievous Equus caballus penis which is still slowly retreating into the sheath in her groin. Still well over 30 cm is dangling free between her stage as her body efficiently retracts the organ, a complex serial publication of concertinaed folds allowing it slip back inside its velvet sack. The prick is a marvel of nature, the once monumental, blunt head now an oozing pointed tip slowly retreating neatly into itself to hide out once again beneath her well designed wearing apparel. When Friel came on stage no-one had though to take care very hard between her peg to see the telltale protuberance in her doll that could have indicated she was packing such a massive mare-fucker.

Ando's curio over the way the equine organ neatly packed itself away wanes as the bulging sheath pulls the last few centimetres home and he looks back up to Friel's aspect ; straight into her startlingly green centre. She is looking directly at him, a smiling across her brim as an almost constant stream of watery ejaculate from the erect dog cock plays over her face. Friel nictation at him and Ando almost dies of shock at the personal interest this creature of his dreaming 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 entire world compare to her. She had certainly noticed his interest and smiles again before continuing to pump her cock into her back talk, closing her lips around the length supporting her titty with only the high-sounding knot behind the main shaft.

Friel's early hand lowers and gently toys with a turgid opening on the underside of the same breast. The beginning of the wet patches on her bra is now plainly apparent ; a fully formed bitch's vagina in a State of full stimulation wetly glistening as she gently prods it with her finger, caressing the small clitoral nubbin and pushing gently into the plication of yet another sexual organ.

A few of her TV audience are looking away shaking their heads, the spectacle even too very much for their war hardened judgment to perceive. But the Brobdingnagian majority sentry on dumbly, stuck between awe and morbid enthrallment at the continual revelations of her pervert body.

The cock in her early nipple is monovular, but still scarlet and partially flaccid as it hangs out limply. Ando's head reels ; the fact that her body could be aroused in so many shipway, each independently is mind boggling to comprehend. How long could she keep arousing and pleasuring herself in a bicycle of orgasm ? He loved her. He loved her with all his heart. Sex would sense so dull after witnessing this virtuoso exploit of bioengineering. How is it potential to turn back to a normal spirit after observing this ? But still he watched.

Finishing up diddling her dog slit, her workforce sum, gripping tightly behind the pig out knot probably 7 to 8 cm wide by now. Squeezing tightly she uses it like a handle to start ramming the dog cock in and out of her rima oris, her breast wildly bouncing like some over-filled urine balloon. The finely elongate cutis on the electronic organ is so cut it looked like it would bust but it is stronger than it appears as Friel begins rapidly shoving it faster and deeper into her sassing sucking hard. Each thrust is now causing the knot to touch her brim before it is pulled almost all the way out with phrenetic slurps. The penis continues its thin watercourse of pre-ejaculate causing her to keep swallowing or risk spluttering. By now her paw were a angry fuzz and her grunting has started again, release getting near.

Suddenly she moans loudly, her mouth opening move, the dog shaft briefly freed from its viva prison, now quite clearly ejaculating a thicker, muddy liquid onto her lower boldness. Out of breath Friel again tries to push the erecting back into her mouth but is having difficultness keeping it there with her laboured gasps and moaning. Trying to breath through her nose as the raging orgasm continues is obviously a hopeless task. Large air house of cards are forming out of her own jism under her nostrils as she tries to uphold the punishing pacing of thrusting, whilst suction, whilst cuming.

Clearly trying to breath through her own juices is too very much 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 breast capitulation back against her pectus, the tool sliding free from her mouth. Again Friel looks directly at Ando and smiles, deep roach of sperm covering her mouth and dribbling off her chin. Slowly, lasciviously, she licks her lips and points at Ando, upturning her hired hand and beckoning him over with a scroll of her manicured forefinger.

Ando is captivated, he does not think moving but seconds later he is standing beside her. He is assaulted by an overpowering stench of carnal sex, her near naked body drenched in seminal fluids. She kisses him suddenly and deeply, her tongue entering his back talk without warning, a mix of horse and dog sperm smearing his nerve and throat.

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

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

Reaching behind the curtain with her surplus hand she pulls forward 2 recollective latex gloves, proffered by some hidden point hand.

"Put these on."

Ando just reacts. Is it an Holy Order ? A asking ? It does not matter. Whatever she wants, she will get. He pulls them up his subdivision. They are quite baggy, not some strange fetish wear but a pair of pattern veterinarian gloves that pass all the way up to his shoulder. Meanwhile Friel is beginning to thumb the slowly swelling canine penis on her other chest.

"Do you understand me ?"she asks

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

"I want you to service me you like a pair of turned on stallions, understand ?"

Ando nods

"When I present myself to you shove those blazon right up there. Don't be soft. Then work them unvoiced and deep. Don't trouble you can't hurt me. Just meet me, lover-boy !"

Ando nods again.

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

Ando's mind is awash with flavour and desire. More than anything in the humans he wants to satisfy her. He wants to make her remember him, to build a bond beyond this surreal day. He wants to mean something to her. To Friel ; his sweetheart, his love.

turn her attention back the night club she starts to rub her newly emerging dog cock a little more than vigorously as it spills out of the defenseless sheath that forms her nipple. It is still the bright scarlet of semi—arousal, not like the early ballooned up pink and Amytal veined monster that still sits in a state of full erection on her early breast weeping watery fluid with each heart pulsation.

Gripping behind the fully engorged knot of her first cock she lifts her breast up high gear and pushes the early breast under it. It is a complex mental process, made more unmanageable by the people of her globe, but her intent is obvious. Carefully she guides the promising red prick into the gormandise vagina under her other white meat. Friel hisses through gritted teeth as the ripe tit gradually sinks down over the gibe, her eyes partially closing, clearly enjoying the experience of fucking and being fucked simultaneously.

Cradling her lower tit with her arm, holding it in space she uses the firm handle provided by the still puffy cock on her upper berth bosom to exploit her bitch cunt up and down a few times. The phallus rapidly inflates, the knot beginning to fill out quickly. Abruptly and with some force she squeezes her breasts together to countenance the turncock to fully penetrate herself before the knot gets too big. Friel groans again and tremble with delight as she holds everything in seat.

Friel's soundbox starts to persuade again with the music ; her eyes are closed as she mashes her breasts together in meter with the measure. The wanking action mechanism from the firm grip behind the nautical mile on her upper knocker allows her to squish her Brobdingnagian breasts together with some force. Her ventilation is laboured, her right leg frisson slightly and it looks for a moment that she may loose her residue as a tonic fountain of liquidness spirt from her exposed barker cock. The rhythm of the music provides a lifelike timing to her breast jab ; stabilize and consistent, no speedy orgasm this fourth dimension, just a ho-hum intimate screwing.

After a few minutes of manually manipulating her self—penetration Friel lets her munition cliff to her side, a sly smile on her mouth as her tits stay attached to each other, a twisted mash of breast tissue held together like knotted wienerwurst. Crowning the heavy pitcher is an erect dribbling cuspid penis. Friel bends forward, workforce on her thighs letting her titty swing down, still mated. She turns her red-hot fundament to Ando, his queue to get to work.

With her legs slightly apart and her leaning forward, all Ando can see are two monolithic wink opening, the strong odour of sawhorse assaulting his nozzle. Ando is out to ingrain. Without any hesitation he punches deep and hard with his right clenched fist into the speed cunt. He expectw some variety of immunity, something to slow up his onward motion, but nothing does. It is a tenacious, slick tunnel that just goes on forever. He is up to his elbow in her tender folds and she obviously wants more. He slides his early hand into her lower pussy, again with very little resistance.

Ando is a bit obtuse struck, he is double fisting a pair of slack horse slit in a bar in Soviet Union, he had never planned it that way, but he could cerebrate of nowhere else he would rather be just now. With Ando briefly lost in thought, Friel takes matters into her own pace and suddenly stairs backward causing Ando to almost fall over backwards in jolt. But he holds his primer and his arms disappear inside her greedy cunts with a loud squelcher until he is buried halfway up his bicep.

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

Ando doesn't need a second base telling, he leans forward with all his weight, forcing the weapon system in further until his face is mere centimetres from her tail, her musk wonderfully overpowering. He hears Friel oink, a good sign as he feels a forceful clamping down on his implements of war. The whole distance of her unnatural vaginas begin to squeeze his arm tightly. Keeping his clenched fist clenched so it resembles the head of her entire hammer he leans back with full force in order to try and pull his arms relieve. Her slick confines try to hold him in place but the lubrication is helping him as his elbows re-appear. He can feel his brass knucks rubbing against the brawny ribbing within her tight snatch as he continues to pull out all the way. A unwell sucking phone as his fist break free from her forceful clench. Friel's cunts muscle spasm wildly, winking in speedy succession, spurting out huge gouts of lubricator, desperate to be filled again.

He teases her for a second before straightening his arms and pushing his whole physical structure against her with his entire posture. She is slack again, but as he gets cryptic her vaginal muscles begin to clamp down once More slowing his progress. However this time he has built up some momentum and does not stop until his cheek encroachment against her vast wet cranny. Ando sees one of her clit nearby, an engorged brown and rap nub about the size of the first joint on his ovolo. Without a second idea he fastens his oral fissure on it and is somewhat surprised when it moves by itself to crowd up and rub against his lip. His nose is buried alongside his arm in her speed female horse pussy, her howling perfume driving him forward. He sucks and gently bites the spiritualist electronic organ and hears Friel cry loudly in jump surprise. It feels like individual had applied a frailty to his arms as the cuntal spasms are now greatly magnified in their intensity.

He holds for a second then using all his force against her equine might he pulls out again, halfway this clip before shoving his arms back in again, making sure his nose and lip hit her clit. Ando's expression is getting wet from his own perspiration and his buff's juices.

The audience is a little more animated now, cheering on the young stallion as he tries to please his female horse. The oriental guy is certainly putting some drive into his study as he starts to develop a steady cycle, vigorously pumping in and out of her. Friel is staying in prison term, sometimes pushing back against his herculean jab, other times just letting Ando do all the work. Her breasts are bouncing quite erratically, still joined together in prolonged climax, the crowning dog turncock occasionally giving a small squirt. Friel has one handwriting on the pole supporting her, her other hand now rubbing the indorse exposed canine vagina on the underside of her open tit. All the time she is groaning loudly, episodic unintelligible gibberish emanating from her cum soaked rim. This combined with Ando's oink of sweat and the squelching noises of her snatch is having a bonny attempt at drowning out the medicine, the DJ preferring to let the audience hear the show than another industrial groove.

Three of Friel's digit are now being driven in and out of her little dog kitty-cat using Ando's thrusts to move her breasts onto her own hand. Her distorted charade of a organic structure is beginning to shudder, her moans growing to forte whimper as she is being stimulated in four puss at once. Ando can feel the clamping on both of his arms becoming more speedy, she is getting close. He tries to finger which bitch is convulsing more and concentrates a little more cause on the other in an attempt to sustain them equal in arousal. On each forward thrust he tries to comprehend the engorged nomadic clitoris in his mouth, a little bit or a quick suck before his efforts pull him away again. Ando is finding it more hard to see, fret is stinging his eye, occasionally washed out by a gratifying wash of fluids from her capacious cunts. He is drenched, but oh so happy.

Friel screams.

It is an ear piercing cry of pure luxuria, the audio of her soul being ripped from her eubstance, her psyche white hot with satisfaction, her heart trying to leap from her breast. She is punching the bow-wow cunt in her boob with her clenched fist as her footing gives way. Ando can do zero but follow her over, both of his arms clamped by massive rings of musculus as his lover is gripped with the seizure of orgasm. Two tables go tumbling as the couple collapse to the soil half on the small stage, half in the straw man row. With plastiglass and beer flying everywhere their viewers beat a hasty hideaway, erecting tenting their fatigues.

With both of them in a crumpled heap Ando tries to hold back moving his arms. Every time he flexes a muscularity Friel screeching again, a sound of pure creature luxuria, all humanity lost in the waves of seventh heaven that are passing through her every character of being.

Friel is blind and deaf and dumb and paralysed. All around her is whiteness, a high pitched tintinnabulation in her capitulum, unable to propel or vocalize anything beyond bestial grunt. Time has stopped. stratum upon layer of orgasms Assault her fragile mind, multiple orgasms from multiple vaginas, over and over again. She is a being of pure orgasmic energy riding waves of lust uncharted in history.

Every creature that has ever orgasmed in the existence is channelling their vitality through Friel now. She feels the sand underneath her fin as she spawns on the beach. The ephemeron XTC of a Mayfly deflowered. The brood mare being mounted again. The porn star concluding her scene. The Kitaschi maiden being penetrated by her twenty mates. Gaea conceiving the universe.

This is enlightenment.

All is still. On the level lies Ando, heart closed, with a blissful grin on his face nearly buried, like his arms, in his fan rump. They look like some sort of bizarre conjoined counterpart. Friel has started breathing again, ragged gasps of air as her organic structure hook for oxygen once more, her torso shuddering with contractions as she slowly regains consciousness with tears streaming down her exhausted cheek. As she begins to move more earth tremor wrack her body as Ando's arms begin to slip out of her, she can barely even voice a moan as she shakily crawls onto all tetrad. Her knotted breasts slowly slip apart, a turgid bleached dog asshole springing up as it slithers out of its beef pussy with a backwash of sperm. With that Friel weeps and collapses back on top of her tit, too feeble to move.

Ando leans over, and helps bring up Friel up, rolling her over and letting her lean against the small step of the point, arms and ramification akimbo. Friel opens her eyes again, still vitrified and dull as she becomes dimly aware of her environs, a look of mental confusion on her side.

Friel weakly takes a boozing from a bottle of water Ando holds to her lips as he cradles her head teacher gently. Her emerald orbs slowly regain their intensity as she stares up at him, a nerveless smiling forming on her lips as she looks deeply into his middle. As her strength returns Friel reaches for Ando and they embrace, brim locked together in an rapturous show of love. The club watches on as the new brace hold each other tightly and kiss passionately.

Finally they break apart and Ando helps her back to her human foot. Friel smiles warmly at Ando, then down to her buck pecker ; slowly emerging from its sheath again before giving him a dirty smile .