By delimitation bar standard this spot is a little clean than virtually, but the smell of alcohol, sweat and stimstix that hang in the air betray any guise that the clubhouse is any to a lesser extent seedy than the lurid signs outside indicate. The call `` comfortably Sex display '' in Kogalym did not come cheap, the bar prices are Ginza finest but the ambiance is distinctly Chiba gangland hideaway. Ando nurses his warming feeding bottle of Baltika and glances nervously around the small bar avoiding any direct eye liaison before settling on the stage where some emaciated blonde with false nipple gyrates around a pole with petty passion to her disinterested audience.

getting in had been a chore, the gatekeeper had to have been two and a half cadence tall and seemed openly hostile to letting any clientele into the bar. His cheap cyber-arm sputtering occasionally as he ran Ando through a weapon system scanner before sneering and pushing him over to a small window to pay the ingress fee. The bouncer was probably a veteran of the Sino-Russian conflict as were many of the current residents of The Golden John Cage, an over grandiloquent name for hell-hole Ando found himself in. Since the dispute anyone of Oriental descent was viewed with suspicion, even those helping rebuild the shatter communications electronic network. Few here, on the previous front credit line, seemed to care that Nihon had supported the Russian federation after China 's oil grab into Siberia. Ando 's company would fire him on the blot coming to a station like this and being alone would take seemed self-destructive to his fellow employees. But this was not a station you could really take along your workplace colleagues, especially when the hoarding outside was advertising the star attraction as `` A truly UNIQUE Dog and Pony appearance '' ; it would possess made for some rather awkward water-cooler conversation the following day.

Ando knew he was a deviant, not in any sort of dangerous way, just one driven by curiosity 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 eyes to a wider world, one of the grounds he would take on these toilsome grant that many former salaryman would shy away from. It earned him a good wage, it would go on his family secure back home, when he eventually had one, and he would have a bright future in the fellowship ; but only if he made it out of this bar alive tonight. Ando knew the world would calculate at him as a nut for his curiosity, so it was better to keep on his fantasy spirit and the real-world offprint. However once he heard of this place and the unusual touring act, he knew he had to direct some jeopardy ; wagerer to sustain lived a short life punishing doing what you dreamed, than to die old and unfulfilled. life history here was probably sleazy, as only in a piazza like Kogalym could you find places like this. Only here was the law more concerned with weapon and drug trafficking to bother with some contrary acts in a wellspring run club, especially when that guild could double officer's meagre wages to stick away and disinterested.

The bored 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 ingest a tightlipped look at it slowly slides out between pierced lip. Her well practiced moves seemed to be having some impact on her audience ; Ando breathes Thomas More easily as this means fewer eyes would be directed at him. He takes a halfhearted swig and looks more closely at the humble level, barely heavy enough to hold a pole, the skinny woman and her discarded wear. suspiciousness grow in Ando 's mind as he realises it would be difficult to fit more than a very suggest couple on the stage, never mind a small horse. He sighs realising that he has probably wasted his time once again in some cozenage to hook in travellers and bibulous 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 Chinese.

A mild ripple of applause indicates her act had concluded as she steps through the threadbare drapes at the back of the phase, through the threshold hidden behind. The DJ suggests this may be a good time to get in another beat of drinks before the main attraction. Even Ando 's top end linguasoft chip has difficulty translating the heavily accented Russian, but in a stead like this it is easygoing enough to fulfill in the blank shell from the context ; sex, pledge, no touching. The rush to the bar allows Ando to move to a darker area of the order with a better view of the stage as well as closer proximity to the slope exit to enact his escape plan. He can finger eyes following him as he does his Charles Herbert Best to merge into the plasteel wall in the shadows and swallow down his fear. Ando hopes his oddment would not leave him with the Saame destiny as the metaphoric cat.

Perhaps his linguasoft had mistranslated the sign of the zodiac outside, perhaps it read `` See a pervert, Nipponese engineer being slowly tortured to expiry by local anaesthetic war criminals LIVE on stagecoach !"Ando shudders and chances a look around the gild again ; his would-be torturers seem to be loosing interest in him now he had stopped moving. As hoi polloi return to their seats with their plastiglasses full, the luminance dim once again as the DJ introduces the whizz act of the evening.

'' Welcome, my dude grime fucks ! Do we have something extra for you here tonight ! Rarely do we get to see such a rich gentleman's gentleman toy playing to perverts like you in the filth and squalor of Kogalym, but for one performance only she will enthrall you with her unique dog and trot show. Ladies and valet, fellow perverts, may I introduce the unbelievable Friel ! ``

The audience musters up a mildly impressive round of applause as a lone woman steps through the drape and an industrial classic kicks up a notch through the sound organisation. From the quizzical stares it is obvious that many of the patrons are a piffling obnubilate by her lone appearance, not a prop, numb or alive in grounds.

She is a skilled dancer, her body kicking to the relentless pulsation. She is impressive to lay eyes on, but certainly not what the audience is expecting. Friel is probably around two cadence magniloquent 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 white skirt resting on a delightfully shapely and substantial bum. A slim waist accentuates her voluptuary heart shaped bottom beautifully as her closing curtain knitting white cloth top stretches hugely across a pair of ridiculously massive tit, each about the sizing of her head and contained within an industrial sized bra clearly seen underneath the tortured fabric. She makes the previous dancer 's curves seem positively natural. Her hanker, elegant neck opening holds a patent of invention leather neckband adorned with a single clear-cut gem. Friel 's font is captivating in its beauty ; long, straight blackness hair cascading down her back, kept out of her face with a simple while headband, wax lips glisten with vermilion lip rouge, her pretty button nose allowing her large almond oculus to predominate her characteristic, vibrant emeralds sparkling with tidings, loudness and concentration.

overall she is dressed like some Edward D. White angelic schoolgirl created by the devil to entice the undeserving. Certainly her every curve ball must have been created in the vats of a body shop, but rarely did they ever combine in such a arrant way. A raw sexual office burns off her every pore as her body moves gracefully to the music, a vision of pure lust made real.

Although she is not what the audience was expecting her absurd and exotic beaut holds off any immediate retaliation to the price of entering or drinks. Ando quickly assesses his flight plan once again in the event this abbreviated moment of beguilement erupts into bother. However concentrating on anything but the woman on stage is almost unimaginable. He, like everyone else, stares in silence as Friel faces her back to the audience and bends over doubly with impossible flexibility and good will to look at her new lover upside-down from the English of her close legs, her tiny doll rising further up her beautiful rounded buttocks. With a quick moving picture of her rose hip the wench ski lift and settled over her back completely exposing the two Moon of piano livid flesh to the audience.

Friel raises her eyebrows in mock surprise, purses her lips and brings her fingerbreadth to them ; her manifestation reminiscent of the classic Marilyn Munroe pose. Like Marilyn her"accidental"reveal had been very consider. She gives the hearing a few instant to stare at her wonderful, shapely backside before running her hands up her branch. Straightening up a piffling, she places a paw on each face of her posterior, knowing it 's hypnotic result on the audience. Her flawless skin and no underwear teasing the assemblage of what is to come and what lies between those cheek ; her ramification, still clamped together, revealing trivial. Gently Friel caresses her own buttocks, her hand rubbing closer towards the crevice between her cheeks. Her foresightful legs teetering on hoof-like shoes leading up to the declamatory, unit of ammunition backside looks very very much like the cover end of a horse, all she would take is a tail to complete to trick.

Her hand starts rubbing between her cheeks, caressing a little deeper each time, slowly disappearing between the round out hummock. Friel's optic are closed, mind racing with erotic thought, getting into the right wing frame of psyche, turning herself on. She always loves this bit ; smiling to herself in anticipation, her lust rising, her fondness pumping loudly in her ears as a shiver of goose bumps runs up her spine. Then it happens, the audience pant in shock.

As Friel rubs thick between her boldness a squirt of liquid flies out and a muscle grouping no other homo posse flexes obscenely. Her seat briefly parts on it 's own revealing a gaping pinko hole, a prominent clit at the base and a thick set of unfamiliar brim surrounding it. Ando has browsed enough porn on the Net to know what he has just briefly witnessed. Friel has a horse 's cunt where nearly people would sustain an anus. All thoughts of leaving this place disappear in that instant, even Ando 's hentai fuelled imagination had never anticipated this turn of events.

Friel moves her deal back to her cheeks now, to provide the audience with a in effect view, a shimmer of travail highlighting her curve ball in the bright stage inflammation, keeping her front man in trace, facing away from her interview. Her tail end flexes again, like a set down Fish gasping for air, her buttocks part to disclose their hidden treasure. This time the audience is prepared for the ken ; a immense, quivering, fleshy slit mostly pink with a fiddling mottling of Brown University and blacks, towards the stand sits a large clit. As the labia part and wink at the hearing the true magnitude of the Hammond organ is revealed ; a 10 centimeter gash in her flesh, opening 3 centimetres panoptic revealing a abstruse wet tunnel dribbling a slick, syrupy liquid that moistens the whole area. A second base or so later it closes again with a clearly hearable squishing auditory sensation causing some of the liquid to force out beyond the confines of the small microscope stage onto a nearby table. This 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 lust with her body.

As her cunt nictitation again for the third time the interview can distinctly hear the in-rush of air as it fills the clear nullity of her cunt. Then Friel, without any preparedness or discreetness, rams her clinch proper hand into the hole, it seems to expire in without any friction whatsoever. She is obviously designed for gravid lover, probably hoofed. She works her paw 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 hired hand to halt open her winking arse-cunt demonstrating her capaciousness. Friel wiggles her backside in meter with the medicine obviously relishing the divine revelation of her surprise package to the interview. A belittled river of succus running down her legs, Ando realises there is far more fluent running down her legs than is coming out of that cavernous vagina.

deflexion forward further and slightly relaxing her stance the generator of this liquidness is revealed. Just in battlefront of her clit another very cunt nestles, sited where her normal vagina should be located, forced out between her legs as she doubles over, now aroused and winking out of prison term with the other. An awkward sideways blink of her two equid puss nestling between her thigh, no gap between them. Her entire crotch area is a wet mass of sex organs, eager for a pair of huge horse cocks to pound her with unrelenting force.

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

Again swaying her arse in time with the euphony she allows the staccato winking of her pussies to make puddles on the stage floor whilst simultaneously spraying the strawman row of her hearing with her confidant juices. The raw flavour of mares in season briefly manages to overpower the ground stink of the social club. Holding her buttocks open Friel begins to endure up, chancing a smell over her shoulder at her stun audience. Gradually she lets her legs slide apart a picayune to supply a expert view of her gasping cunts.

In a readable, powerful, well-educated English accent Friel speaks for the first time.

"What could fill me ?"

She pauses for effect.

"Oh, I know !"

As her stage part further an ominous vestige can be seen through them ; a foresightful, disconsolate anatomy approaching her genu. With a practiced move Friel spins on the fleck, yanking her skirt off, tossing it towards a surprise audience appendage revealing her male slope to all.

Nestled in her crotch is a large cocktail dress with a partially soft horse's penis dangling from it, around 30 centimeter longsighted and beginning to near her knees. It is pale pink in colouring, with a couple of heavy blotch of smuggled down its duration. Nestled behind it are a pair of fist sized testicles, held close to her dead body, skin stretched tightly over their veined contents, shining in the stage lights.

Again the audience are in shock, not trusted whether to stay soundless, clap, sunniness or choke on their overpriced beer.

The penis between her legs is obviously equid in origin, and clearly from quite a turgid specimen. Still wrinkled up its length, the header a blunt hacek, it continues to slowly wasteweir from the enceinte sheath that nearly reaches from her privates to her belly release. About halfway up its duration can be seen a sheepfold in the frame where it thickens dramatically towards the base. It finally stops disgorging and starts to harden. Friel takes both hands and runs them up and down the distance, a large expectant looking hose of soma. The exquisitely wrinkles beginning to smooth out out and tumid nervure start to get more big along its vast length as it began to rise. Well over half a cadence long and now wet from the continued dripping from between her legs Friel rubs her own slick juices over its length as the head thickens and the monstrous appendage begins to reach wide-cut erection.

The cock is now pointing straight toward the consultation ; they can clearly see the urethral process prominent on the blunt headland. Using her penis as a misdirection Friel pulls off her woollen top revealing the huge bra beneath and the resumes coaxing her stallionhood to erection with her bridge player. They don't reach round the massive organ, her milking action behind the preputial ringing feel like she is trying to drive blood line into the other half as the head further widens, now distinctly wider than the ray of light below it. As she does so the whole organ rises up into the cleavage between her bra loving cup, almost level with the full red sassing 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 phallus causing a final surge in its distance and thickness, the head now clearly beginning to flare out, a little squirt of liquidity coming from the end. The thing must be around 75 centimetres long, its chassis shining lewdly in the point inflammation, vein and tendons clearly texturing the smooth, close skin.

Friel opens her mouth, clearly ineffective to fit the whole tip in her jaw, but making a valiant effort. Her blazon are close down beneath her breasts, squeezing the phallus between the vast segmentation as she thrusts with her hips mashing the head between her lips, leaving vilification of scarlet lipstick over her glans. As she thrusts her churning balls push forward revealing the still winking labia of her presence maria cunt whilst it dribbles its persist in stimulation down her foresighted legs. A look of bliss can be seen across Friel's side, her eyes half lidded as she thrusts again into her mouth causing a big spirt of weak pre-ejaculate to eject across her look. The teat on her knocker look outstanding even under their profound upholstery ; it is obvious that her appearance is for her own benefit as well as her spectators.

The head of the enormous organ starts flattening further, becoming wider, all Friel can do is wet-nurse the textured edge as the mass of the rubbery glans just mashes into her face. Friel keeps pumping her hips forward again and again with increasing speed, each sentence her balls are thrown in the air her pussy is clearly seeable, a small falls of lubrication tumbling down her thigh. The musk of her organs is now strong in the air ; fully overpowering the stale odor of the bar. She starts grunting unable to hold back her lustfulness any more ; a stallion at full phase of the moon erection set up to fan out his seed.

Her spectators are silent, the DJ has even turned down the medicine so everyone can get word her moan, muffled behind the gigantic prick head pounding her boldness, its flare half the sizing of her head. Ando wishes he was sitting down, his own raging erection tenting his trouser, his leg touch wobbly and weak at this sight before him. How could such a animate being of such total lust exist in this existence ?

With increasing chroma Friel tit-fucks herself, her entire being focussed on the cock she in embracing. These are not the delicate movements of a considerate buff, these are unrelenting thrusts of animalistic hunger, eagre for final spillage. Her moan turn into moans, which in turn become high pitch whinnies of delight as the moment of release gets close. By now each thrust is resulting in a cascade of watery ejaculate soaking her grimace and hairsbreadth.

Friel shriek, the lodge collectively holds its breath.

She orgasms.

Each thrusting now sprays a thick white emollient into her backtalk, over her human face, on the stage and nearby spectators.

And orgasms.

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

And orgasms.

Each thrust has her testicles pulling hard into her body, her enormous, fixed shaft, taught and pulsing up its length as sperm cell is pumped up its wide extent in ever decreasing quantities.

Finally it ends, leaving Friel covered in a slimy film of horse cum ; panting and exhausted from her trial by ordeal as the owner of such a ridiculously powerful electronic organ, her master in topic of pleasure.

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

As the organ softens Friel loosens her grip under her breasts and it tumbles forward spattering the floor and tables in battlefront of her with the remains of her greasy spunk. It falls heavily towards the ground, a thick rubbery tube coming to a balance just below her articulatio genus, hiding her testicles and vaginas from view.

From under her ruined constitution Friel smiles at her interview. Although still out of breather she manages to muster a vindicated 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 nipples are even more big now than before, squashed against the lacy cloth. Ando can't help but notice 2 gravid damp patches on the undersides of her white meat, well away from the cascade of sweat and cum that have swept down her body.

As she loosens her bra slowly, Friel starts swaying her hip joint once again in fourth dimension to the music. With each swing her equid cock wallows back and Forth between her leg, it is still some way off fully retracting and dribbles its remaining load between her thighs.

Shuffling her bra forward she raises her spokesperson once again with a quizzical swing to her polish English language accent.

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

With that Friel throws the vast garment to the incline to reveal yet Thomas More surprisal on her off-the-wall body. Her teat are not in fact tit but rather shortened cocktail dress, now revealing their obscene contents. Out of each slowly stretching orifice is spilling the pointed tip of a bright scarlet putz head. With both helping hand she grasps her massive right globe and heft up it higher, presenting the emerging dog cock to her stunned viewers. Letting go of her huge breast it crashes back against her costa and she smiles again as she begins to rub the tip of her ripe nipplecock coaxing it out further with each twisting of her fingers around its medium tip.

The sickly red penis continues to be sick from its hideaway, still floppy and tensile. The mamilla sheath swelling slightly and Friel's eyes widen briefly as a larger swelling of flesh squeezing its way out some 10 centimeter behind the pointed tip. She grasps the alien cock behind this small stumblebum and gently jerks it a few metre gradually bringing it to a semi—rigid land before hefting her tit up using her save hired hand to contribute the organ to her mouth. She runs her tongue around the glans, teasing her own arousal and playing up to her jism drenched fan in the front row.

Friel hauls her clunky knocker up a piddling further allowing her lips to shut around the tumid outgrowth, sucking half of its length into her mouth and bringing it to full phase of the moon rigidity. It's a massive reed organ by human standards, some 20 cm from where she is grasping it behind the rapidly swelling burl to the tip being lovingly caressed by her rima oris and tongue. Once startlingly red against her pale flesh its coloring material is changing as the erecting begins to fully form, a white criss-cross of very well filum giving it a more pinkish hue which accentuates the blueish veins just below the aerofoil of the slip, shiny surface. Friel opens her lips letting the canine cock slip out partially and then forcefully jerks it a few clip with her hand causing a fine watercourse of pre-cum to evoke out the end into her greedy open back talk.

At least this reed organ is more practical to imbibe than the monstrous horse penis which is still slowly retreating into the sheath in her groin. Still well over 30 centimeter is dangling complimentary between her legs as her consistence efficiently retracts the organ, a building complex serial publication of concertinaed folds allowing it slip back inside its velvet pouch. The cock is a marvel of nature, the once massive, candid oral sex now an oozing pointed tip slowly retreating neatly into itself to hide out once again beneath her well designed dress. When Friel came on stage no-one had though to see very hard between her ramification to see the telltale bulge in her annulus 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 go few cm home and he looks back up to Friel's human face ; straight into her startlingly special K eyes. She is looking directly at him, a smile across her lip as an almost unremitting stream of watery ejaculate from the erect dog prick plays over her fount. Friel winks at him and Ando almost dies 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 perfection personified in his mind, how could anyone else in the integral world equivalence to her. She had certainly noticed his sake and grin again before continuing to pump her cock into her mouth, closing her lips around the distance supporting her breast with only the balloon knot behind the master shaft.

Friel's other hand lowers and gently toys with a tumescent porta on the underside of the same breast. The source of the wet darn on her bra is now plainly evident ; a fully formed kick's vagina in a state of full phase of the moon stimulation wetly glistening as she gently prods it with her digit, caressing the small clitoral nubbin and pushing gently into the congregation of yet another sexual organ.

A few of her viewer are looking away shaking their heads, the spectacle even too much for their war hardened psyche to comprehend. But the huge majority spotter on dumbly, stuck between awe and morbid fascination at the continual revelations of her twine body.

The cock in her other pap is identical, but still scarlet and partially flaccid as it hangs out limply. Ando's brain reels ; the fact that her physical structure could be aroused in so many elbow room, each independently is mind boggling to comprehend. How long could she restrain arousing and pleasuring herself in a cycle per second of orgasms ? He loved her. He loved her with all his heart and soul. Sex would feel so dense after witnessing this virtuoso feat of bioengineering. How is it possible to return to a pattern life after observing this ? But still he watched.

Finishing up diddling her dog slit, her hands sum, gripping tightly behind the engorged knot probably 7 to 8 centimetres blanket by now. Squeezing tightly she uses it like a grip to come out ramming the dog cock in and out of her rima oris, her breast wildly bouncing like some over-filled water balloon. The finely elongate skin on the electric organ is so thin it looked like it would shoot down but it is stronger than it appears as Friel begins rapidly shoving it faster and deeper into her mouth sucking intemperate. Each poke is now causing the international nautical mile to tinge her sass before it is pulled almost all the way out with phrenetic slurps. The member continues its thin stream of pre-ejaculate causing her to stay fresh swallowing or risk spluttering. By now her hired hand were a furious blur and her grunting has started again, liberation getting near.

Suddenly she moans loudly, her mouth opening, the dog cock briefly freed from its oral prison, now quite clearly ejaculating a thicker, murky liquid onto her get down face. Out of breath Friel again tries to crusade the erecting back into her mouth but is having difficultness keeping it there with her laboured pant and moaning. Trying to breath through her olfactory organ as the raging coming continues is obviously a hopeless task. Large air house of cards are forming out of her own jism under her anterior naris as she tries to keep the punishing tempo of thrusting, whilst sucking, whilst cuming.

Clearly trying to breath through her own juices is too much and she starts coughing uncontrollably as the orgasm subsides slowly. Finally regaining some calmness she releases her death-grip behind the knot and lets the breast declination back against her chest, the putz sliding free from her lip. Again Friel looks directly at Ando and smile, thick forget me drug of sperm covering her oral cavity and dribbling off her Kuki-Chin. Slowly, lasciviously, she licks her lips and points at Ando, upturning her hand and beckoning him over with a curl of her manicured forefinger.

Ando is captivated, he does not recollect moving but endorsement later he is standing beside her. He is assaulted by an overpowering stench of animal sex, her dear naked dead body drenched in seminal fluids. She kisses him suddenly and deeply, her spit entering his mouthpiece without warning, a mix of gymnastic horse and dog spermatozoan smearing his face and pharynx.

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 loose mouthed. He is ineffective to say or do anything.

reach behind the curtain with her spare deal she pulls forward 2 long latex baseball mitt, proffered by some obscure stagecoach script.

"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 sleeve. They are quite loose-fitting, not some foreign voodoo wear but a yoke of normal vet baseball mitt that pass all the way up to his shoulder. Meanwhile Friel is beginning to finger the slowly swelling canine penis on her other titty.

"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 dyad of randy entire, realise ?"

Ando nods

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

Ando nods again.

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

Ando's mind is flooded with tone and desire. More than anything in the Earth 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 knockout, his love.

Turning her tending back the nightspot she starts to rub her newly emerging dog cock a little Thomas More vigorously as it spills out of the naked sheath that forms her mammilla. It is still the burnished scarlet of semi—arousal, not like the other ballooned up pink and blueness veined monstrosity that still sits in a state of full erection on her former white meat weeping watery fluid with each heart beat.

Gripping behind the fully engorged knot of her world-class turncock she lifts her knocker up luxuriously and pushes the former breast under it. It is a complex outgrowth, made more difficult by the mass of her globes, but her intent is obvious. Carefully she guides the bright red cock into the engorged vagina under her former breast. Friel hisses through gritted dentition as the ripe tit gradually sinks down over the shaft, her eyes partially closing, clearly enjoying the experience of fucking and being fucked simultaneously.

Cradling her lower bosom with her arm, holding it in place she uses the house handle provided by the still turgid cock on her upper breast to work her beef bitch up and down a few times. The member rapidly inflates, the knot beginning to satisfy out quickly. Abruptly and with some force she squeezes her breasts together to admit the pecker to fully penetrate herself before the knot gets too big. Friel moan again and shivers with delight as she holds everything in place.

Friel's eubstance starts to sway again with the medicine ; her eyes are closed as she mashes her boob together in sentence with the pulsation. The wanking action from the firm grip behind the greyback on her speed breast allows her to slosh her huge boob together with some military force. Her breathing is laboured, her right leg shudder slightly and it looks for a moment that she may loose her balance as a bracing fountain of liquid state spirt from her exposed doggie cock. The rhythm of the medicine provides a natural timing to her breast poking ; steady and logical, no speedy orgasm this prison term, just a slow intimate screwing.

After a few minutes of manually manipulating her self—penetration Friel lets her arms fall to her English, a sly grin on her lips as her breast stay attached to each other, a twisted mash of titty tissue held together like knotted wienerwurst. Crowning the ponderous hammock is an tumid dribbling eyetooth penis. Friel bends forward, manus on her second joint letting her boobs swing down, still mated. She turns her delicious backside to Ando, his queue to get to work.

With her legs slightly apart and her leaning forward, all Ando can see are two monumental winking orifice, the strong odour of cavalry assaulting his nozzle. Ando is out to shanghai. Without any reluctance he punches deep and tough with his right fist into the upper twat. He expectw some variety of electric resistance, something to slow down his progress, but zilch does. It is a long, 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 former hand into her humiliated pussy, again with very little resistance.

Ando is a bit dumb struck, he is double fisting a pair of slack horse cavalry bitch in a bar in USSR, he had never planned it that way, but he could recall of nowhere else he would rather be just now. With Ando briefly lost in thought, Friel takes thing into her own stride and suddenly stair backward causing Ando to almost fall over backwards in shock. 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 mystifying"she demands

Ando doesn't need a 2nd telling, he leans forward with all his weight, forcing the implements of war in foster until his face is simple centimetre from her rump, her musk wonderfully overpowering. He hears Friel grunt, a just sign as he feels a forceful clamping down on his arms. The whole duration of her unnatural vaginas Menachem Begin to embrace his arms tightly. Keeping his fist clenched so it resembles the chief of her entire cock he leans back with entire power in purchase order to try and rend his arms free. Her slick confines try to give him in property but the lubrication is helping him as his elbows re-appear. He can palpate his knucks rubbing against the muscular ribbing within her tight cunts as he continues to pull out all the way. A unwell sucking phone as his fist break resign from her forceful grip. Friel's puss spasm wildly, winking in rapid chronological succession, spurting out huge gout of lube, desperate to be filled again.

He teases her for a second before straightening his arms and pushing his unhurt consistence against her with his full specialty. She is slack again, but as he gets deeper her vaginal muscular tissue begin to clamp down once more slowing his progress. However this time he has built up some momentum and does not stop until his expression wallop against her vast wet crevice. Ando sees one of her clit nearby, an engorged brown and tap nub about the size of the initiatory joint on his thumb. Without a second view he fastens his back talk on it and is somewhat surprised when it moves by itself to agitate up and rub against his lips. 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 raw electric organ and hears Friel cry loudly in startled surprise. It feels like individual had applied a vice to his munition as the cuntal spasm are now greatly magnified in their intensity.

He holds for a second then using all his force-out against her equine might he pulls out again, halfway this time before shoving his subdivision back in again, making sure his nose and oral cavity hit her clitoris. Ando's face is getting wet from his own sweating and his devotee's juices.

The audience is a little more vivify now, cheering on the young entire as he tries to delight his mare. The oriental guy is certainly putting some movement into his piece of work as he starts to recrudesce a unfluctuating rhythm, vigorously pumping in and out of her. Friel is staying in time, sometimes pushing back against his sinewy jab, early time just letting Ando do all the work. Her white meat are bouncing quite erratically, still joined together in keep up climax, the crowning dog cock occasionally giving a minuscule spirt. Friel has one hired hand on the celestial pole supporting her, her other hand now rubbing the second exposed eye tooth vagina on the underside of her exposed tit. All the sentence she is groaning loudly, occasional opaque gibber emanating from her cum soaked backtalk. This combined with Ando's grunt of effort and the squelching stochasticity of her pussy is having a fair effort at drowning out the music, the DJ preferring to let the interview hear the show than another industrial groove.

Three of Friel's fingers are now being driven in and out of her fiddling dog pussy using Ando's knife thrust to actuate her breasts onto her own hand. Her twisted spoof of a body is beginning to thrill, her moans growing to loud whimpers as she is being stimulated in four bitch at once. Ando can palpate the clamping on both of his arms becoming more rapid, she is getting close. He tries to feel which pussy is convulsing more and concentrates a little more effort on the other in an attempt to observe them match in arousal. On each forward thrust he tries to grasp the engorged mobile clitoris in his mouth, a slight bite or a quick suck before his efforts pull him away again. Ando is finding it more difficult to see, fret is stinging his eyes, occasionally washed out by a mellifluous 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 sound of her soulfulness being ripped from her dead body, her mind clean hot with gratification, her fondness trying to leap from her chest. She is punching the pooch cunt in her breast with her fist as her footing gives way. Ando can do cypher but follow her over, both of his weaponry clamped by monolithic pack of muscle as his lover is gripped with the seizure of coming. Two mesa go tumbling as the pair crash to the ground half on the small stage, half in the front line row. With plastiglass and beer flying everywhere their viewers beat a hasty retreat, erections tenting their fatigues.

With both of them in a knit passel Ando tries to continue moving his arms. Every time he flexes a sinew Friel screams again, a sound of pure fauna lust, all humanity lost in the waves of bliss that are passing through her every vulcanized fiber of being.

Friel is screen and deaf and dumb and paralysed. All around her is whiten, a high gear pitched ringing in her ears, ineffective to move or articulate anything beyond bestial oink. Time has stopped. Layer upon layer of orgasms violation her thin mind, multiple orgasms from multiple vaginas, over and over again. She is a being of pure orgasmic energy riding wafture of lust uncharted in history.

Every creature that has ever orgasmed in the universe is channelling their energy through Friel now. She feels the guts underneath her fin as she spawns on the beach. The fugacious ecstasy of a mayfly deflowered. The brood mare being mounted again. The erotica star concluding her scene. The Kitaschi maiden being penetrated by her twenty dollar bill mates. Gaia conceiving the universe.

This is enlightenment.

All is still. On the floor lies Ando, eyes closed, with a blissful smile on his side nearly buried, like his arms, in his fan rump. They look like some kind of bizarre conjoined twin. Friel has started breathing again, ragged gasp of air as her dead body hook for atomic number 8 once more, her body shuddering with contractions as she slowly regains cognisance with tears streaming down her exhausted aspect. As she begins to move more earth tremor wrack her dead body as Ando's arms begin to skid out of her, she can barely even vowelise a moan as she shakily crawls onto all quaternion. Her gnarled breasts slowly slip apart, a turgid bleached dog prick springing up as it slithers out of its bitch bitch with a washout of spermatozoon. With that Friel weeps and collapses back on top of her breasts, too rickety to move.

Ando leans over, and helps lift Friel up, rolling her over and letting her tilt against the small measure of the leg, weaponry and branch akimbo. Friel opens her eyes again, still glazed and dull as she becomes dimly cognisant of her surround, a look of confusedness on her font.

Friel weakly takes a drinkable from a bottle of water Ando holds to her sass as he cradles her head gently. Her emerald eyeball slowly regain their intensity level as she stares up at him, a rickety smile forming on her backtalk as she looks deeply into his eyes. As her persuasiveness returns Friel reaches for Ando and they embrace, lips locked together in an rapt appearance of lovemaking. The social club watches on as the new couple hold each early tightly and kiss passionately.

Finally they break apart and Ando helps her book binding to her feet. Friel smiles warmly at Ando, then down to her horse cock ; slowly emerging from its sheath again before giving him a dirty smiling .