By molding bar standard this place is a slight cleaner than most, but the smell of alcohol, travail and stimstix that bent in the air betray any dissembling that the club is any LE seedy than the lurid signs outside indicate. The promised `` Best Sex display '' in Kogalym did not come cheap, the bar prices are Ginza finest but the ambiance is distinctly Chiba gangland hideout. Ando nurses his warming bottle of Baltika and glimpse nervously around the belittled bar avoiding any direct eye contact lens before settling on the level where some emaciated blonde with fake tits gyrates around a perch with little passion to her disinterested interview.

getting in had been a chore, the doorman had to hold been two and a half metres tall and seemed openly hostile to letting any business into the bar. His cheap cyber-arm sputtering occasionally as he ran Ando through a weapons image scanner before sneering and pushing him over to a belittled windowpane to pay the entry fee. The bouncer was probably a veteran soldier of the Sino-Russian conflict as were many of the current residents of The Golden Cage, an over pompous public figure for hell-hole Ando found himself in. Since the conflict anyone of Oriental extraction was viewed with suspicion, even those helping reconstruct the shattered communications network. Few here, on the onetime front line, seemed to care that Japan had supported the Russian Federation after China 's oil grab into Siberia. Ando 's company would fire him on the smudge coming to a place like this and being alone would induce seemed suicidal to his fellow employees. But this was not a place you could really take along your oeuvre colleague, especially when the hoarding outside was advertising the whizz attraction as `` A truly UNIQUE Dog and Pony appearance '' ; it would stimulate made for some rather bunglesome water-cooler conversation the stick to day.

Ando knew he was a pervert, not in any variety of dangerous 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 strange. He felt it opened his eyes to a wider mankind, one of the understanding he would carry on these unvoiced assignments that many other salaryman would shy away from. It earned him a right pay, it would keep his family secure back home, when he eventually had one, and he would have a bright hereafter in the party ; but only if he made it out of this bar alert tonight. Ando knew the world would depend at him as a freak for his curiosity, so it was better to keep on his fantasy biography and the real-world separate. However once he heard of this seat and the strange touring act, he knew he had to withdraw some risks ; beneficial to get lived a short living tough doing what you dreamed, than to die old and unfulfilled. Life here was probably loud, as only in a place like Kogalym could you find places like this. Only here was the law more worry with arm and drug trafficking to irritate with some contrary acts in a well run social club, especially when that club could double officer's meagre salary to stay away and disinterested.

The bore looking blonde gymnast on stage is wrapping up her act by dropping her dead body onto a very large dildo whilst doing the stock split before rolling backwards to let everyone learn a closer smell at it slowly slides out between pierced lips. Her well practiced motion seemed to be having some impact on her interview ; Ando breathes More easily as this means fewer oculus would be directed at him. He takes a tepid draft and looks more closely at the small microscope stage, barely large enough to hold a perch, the skinny woman and her discarded clothing. Suspicions grow in Ando 's thinker as he realises it would be unmanageable to fit more than a very knowledgeable couple on the stage, never mind a small gymnastic horse. He sighs realising that he has probably wasted his metre once again in some scam to hook in traveller and drunken soldiers to buy overpriced beer. May as well drain off the bottleful and impart quietly during the finale of the next act before anyone gets sot and accuses him of being Chinese.

A mild ripple of hand clapping indicates her act had concluded as she steps through the threadbare drapes at the back of the stage, through the threshold hidden behind. The DJ suggests this may be a good sentence to get in another round of potable before the main magnet. Even Ando 's top end linguasoft chip has trouble translating the heavily accent Russian, but in a place like this it is well-off enough to fill in the blanks from the context ; sex, drink, no touching. The rush to the bar allows Ando to move to a darker area of the club with a best aspect of the stage as well as skinny law of proximity to the side exit to ordain his escapism architectural plan. He can feel eyes following him as he does his in effect to intermix into the plasteel walls in the shadows and swallow down his fear. Ando hopes his oddment would not get out him with the same fate as the metaphoric cat.

Perhaps his linguasoft had mistranslated the planetary house outside, perhaps it record `` See a pervert, Nipponese engineer being slowly tortured to death by topical anesthetic war criminals LIVE on microscope stage !"Ando shudder and chances a face 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 to the full, the lights dim once again as the DJ introduces the genius act of the evening.

'' Welcome, my fellow crud fucks ! Do we possess something special for you here tonight ! Rarely do we get to see such a rich mankind toy playing to deviate like you in the nastiness and squalor of Kogalym, but for one carrying out only she will delight you with her alone dog and pony show. noblewoman and gentlemen, buster deviant, may I put in the unbelievable Friel ! ``

The audience musters up a mildly impressive round of hand clapping as a lone adult female steps through the drape and an industrial classic kicks up a notch through the phone organisation. From the quizzical stares it is obvious that many of the patrons are a little disoriented by her lone show, not a airplane propeller, dead or active in evidence.

She is a skilled dancer, her body kicking to the relentless pulsation. She is impressive to behold, but certainly not what the audience is expecting. Friel is probably around two time marvelous in her excessive heel, her place toes squeezed into brake shoe shaped like lacquered hooves. Her long, very shapely, blench legs lead up to a very abruptly pleated white chick resting on a delightfully shapely and substantial arse. A slim down waistline accentuates her voluptuous heart shaped bottom beautifully as her close knit Andrew Dickson White fabric top stretches hugely across a pair of ridiculously massive chest, each about the size of her headspring and contained within an industrial sized bra clearly seen underneath the tortured material. She makes the previous dancer 's bender seem positively natural. Her long, elegant neck opening holds a patent leather taking into custody adorned with a single acquit gem. Friel 's face is captivating in its beauty ; long, heterosexual person black hair cascading down her back, kept out of her face with a simple while headband, full lips glisten with scarlet lipstick, her pretty push nose allowing her large almond eyes to dominate her feature, vibrant emeralds sparkling with intelligence service, intensity level and concentration.

overall she is dressed like some Theodore Harold White seraphic schoolgirl created by the daimon to invite the unworthy. Certainly her every curve must have been created in the ad valorem tax of a body shop, but rarely did they ever combine in such a perfect way. A raw intimate force burns off her every stoma as her trunk moves gracefully to the music, a vision of pure lust made real.

Although she is not what the audience was expecting her the absurd and exotic beauty holds off any quick retaliation to the price of accounting entry or drinkable. Ando quickly assesses his evasion design once again in the consequence this brief minute of distraction erupts into worry. However concentrating on anything but the cleaning woman on level is almost unsufferable. He, like everyone else, stares in muteness as Friel faces her back to the interview and bends over double with unsufferable flexibility and grace to await at her new fan upside-down from the side of her unsympathetic legs, her tiny skirt rising further up her beautiful rounded buttocks. With a fast flick of her pelvic girdle the skirt lifts and settled over her back completely exposing the two Sun Myung Moon of piano white flesh to the audience.

Friel raises her eyebrow in mock surprise, purses her lips and brings her finger to them ; her manifestation reminiscent of the classic Marilyn Munroe pose. Like Marilyn her"accidental"reveal had been very deliberate. She gives the consultation a few bit to stare at her wonderful, shapely rump before running her hands up her branch. Straightening up a piddling, she places a deal on each cheek of her bottom, knowing it 's hypnotic essence on the audience. Her flawless skin and no underwear teasing the assemblage of what is to hail and what lies between those nerve ; her wooden leg, still clamped together, revealing little. Gently Friel caresses her own keister, her bridge player rubbing closer towards the crevice between her cheeks. Her long pegleg teetering on hoof-like place leading up to the large, assail backside looks very a lot like the back end of a horse, all she would want is a tail to complete to illusion.

Her hand starts rubbing between her boldness, caressing a little mysterious each clock time, slowly disappearing between the rounded heap. Friel's eyes are closed, listen racing with erotic thoughts, getting into the right frame of mind, turning herself on. She always loves this bit ; smiling to herself in prevision, her lust insurrection, her nerve pumping loudly in her auricle as a shiver of zany bumps runs up her spinal column. Then it happens, the audience gasps in shock.

As Friel rubs deeper between her cheeks a squirt of liquid fly front out and a muscle group no other human posse comitatus flexes obscenely. Her backside briefly parts on it 's own revealing a gaping garden pink golf hole, a salient clitoris at the bag and a thick set of unfamiliar lips surrounding it. Ando has browsed enough porn on the Net to roll in the hay what he has just briefly witnessed. Friel has a horse cavalry 's cunt where nearly people would sustain an anus. All thought of leaving this place disappear in that moment, even Ando 's hentai fuelled imagination had never anticipated this turn of events.

Friel moves her custody back to her cheek now, to allow for the audience with a better view, a shimmer of sweat highlighting her curves in the bright stage lighting, keeping her front in tincture, facing away from her audience. Her arse flexes again, like a put down fish gasping for air, her buttocks part to reveal their hidden hoarded wealth. This fourth dimension the hearing is prepared for the stack ; a Brobdingnagian, quivering, sarcoid slit mostly pink with a piffling mottling of browns and blacks, towards the base sits a large button. As the labia part and wink at the consultation the true magnitude of the harmonium is revealed ; a 10 centimetre slice in her flesh, opening 3 centimetres wide revealing a deep wet tunnel dribbling a slick, syrupy liquid that moistens the whole arena. A second or so posterior it closes again with a clearly hearable squishing sound causing some of the liquid to eject beyond the confines of the small stage onto a nearby table. This time the consultation 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 puss winks again for the third fourth dimension the consultation can distinctly see the in-rush of air as it fills the subject void of her cunt. Then Friel, without any preparedness or delicacy, rams her clinch right deal into the hole, it seems to guide in without any clash whatsoever. She is obviously designed for larger fan, probably hoofed. She works her hand deeper, but the way she is standing precludes anything more than than her wrist going inside. Pulling her saturated fist out, she uses both manus to concord open her winking arse-cunt demonstrating her capaciousness. Friel wiggles her rear in time with the music obviously relishing the revelation of her surprise packet to the audience. A small river of juice running down her legs, Ando realises there is far more swimming running down her stage than is coming out of that cavernous vagina.

bend forward further and slightly relaxing her stance the source of this liquidity is revealed. Just in movement of her button another identical pussy nestle, 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 early. An awkward sideways blinking of her two equine slit nestling between her second joint, no gap between them. Her intact genitalia area is a wet mess of sex organs, eager for a couple of huge horse cocks to pound her with unrelenting force.

This is almost too a lot for Ando, cypher could has prepared him for this.

Again swaying her arse in clip with the music she allows the staccato blink of her twat to make puddle on the microscope stage level whilst simultaneously spraying the breast row of her audience with her intimate juice. The raw scent of mares in season briefly manages to overpower the background stink of the nine. Holding her buttocks open Friel begins to stand up, chancing a look over her shoulder at her stunned audience. Gradually she lets her legs lantern slide apart a slight to provide a better view of her gasping cunt.

In a elucidate, potent, well-educated English accent Friel speaks for the world-class time.

"What could fill me ?"

She pauses for effect.

"Oh, I know !"

As her stage piece further an minatory shadow can be seen through them ; a foresightful, darkness shape approaching her knee joint. With a practiced move Friel spins on the spot, yanking her dame off, tossing it towards a storm hearing extremity revealing her male side to all.

Nestled in her crotch is a large sheath with a partially flaccid gymnastic horse's member dangling from it, around 30 centimetres foresighted and beginning to approach her knee joint. It is picket pinko in colour, with a duo of large splotch of black 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 matter, shining in the degree lights.

Again the hearing are in jar, not sure whether to last out silent, clap, cheerfulness or choke on their overprice beer.

The penis between her legs is obviously equine in descent, and clearly from quite a prominent specimen. Still wrinkled up its length, the head a blunt wedge, it continues to slowly fall from the gravid sheath that nearly reaches from her genitalia to her belly button. About halfway up its duration can be seen a fold in the physical body where it thickens dramatically towards the base. It finally stops disgorging and starts to harden. Friel takes both men and runs them up and down the length, a gravid leaden looking hose of flesh. The fine wrinkles beginning to smooth out and great veins start to get more prominent along its vast distance as it began to rise. fountainhead over half a time long and now wet from the continued dripping from between her branch Friel rubs her own slick juices over its length as the head thickens and the grotesque appendage begins to attain wax erection.

The shaft is now pointing straight toward the hearing ; they can clearly see the urethral process prominent on the blunt head. Using her member as a beguilement Friel pulls off her woollen top revealing the huge bra beneath and the sketch coaxing her stallionhood to hard-on with her hands. They don't reach round the massive organ, her milking natural action behind the preputial ring face like she is trying to push profligate into the other half as the head further widens, now distinctly broad than the slam below it. As she does so the all organ rises up into the cleavage between her bra cup, almost level with the wide red brim of her mouth. Friel licks her rim 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 net surge in its length and heaviness, the mind now clearly beginning to flare, a little spurt of liquid state coming from the end. The thing must be around 75 centimetres long, its pulp shining lewdly in the degree light, veins and tendon clearly texturing the smooth, besotted skin.

Friel opens her mouth, clearly ineffectual to fit the whole tip in her jaw, but making a valiant attack. Her arms are fold beneath her breasts, squeezing the penis between the vast cleavage as she thrusts with her hip joint mashing the headspring between her back talk, leaving smears of scarlet lip rouge over her glans. As she thrusts her churning balls thrust forward revealing the still winking labia of her front mare bitch whilst it dribbles its go on arousal down her long legs. A look of bliss can be seen across Friel's face, her eyes half lidded as she thrusts again into her rima oris causing a big spurt of watery pre-ejaculate to eject across her face. The nipple on her breasts look prominent even under their heavy 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 suck the coarse-textured boundary as the mass of the rubbery glans just mashes into her face. Friel keeps pumping her coxa forward again and again with increasing speed, each sentence her balls are thrown in the air her kitty-cat is clearly visible, a minuscule waterfall of lubrication tumbling down her thigh. The musk of her pipe organ is now strong in the air ; fully overpowering the stale flavor of the bar. She starts grunting unable to hold back her luxuria any Sir Thomas More ; a stallion at full erecting prepare to circularize his seed.

Her spectators are dumb, the DJ has even turned down the music so everyone can take heed her groan, muffled behind the mammoth hammer head pounding her aspect, its flare pass half the size of her head. Ando wishes he was sitting down, his own raging erection tenting his trouser, his legs feeling wobbly and weak at this sight before him. How could such a puppet of such add luxuria exist in this public ?

With increasing intensity Friel tit-fucks herself, her entire being focussed on the peter she in embracing. These are not the delicate movements of a considerate buff, these are brutal push of animalistic hunger, eager for final release. Her groan turning into moans, which in turning become in high spirits sales pitch whinny of joy as the present moment of tone ending gets close. By now each thrust is resulting in a cascade of watery ejaculate soaking her face and hair.

Friel sidesplitter, the nightclub collectively holds its breath.

She orgasms.

Each poke now sprays a deep white cream into her mouth, over her face, on the phase and nearby spectator.

And orgasms.

Each thrust is accompanied by a pitiable moan of desire and handout.

And orgasms.

Each thrust has her nut pulling hard into her body, her enormous, rigid lance, taught and pulsing up its duration as spermatozoon is pumped up its entire extent in ever decreasing quantities.

Finally it ends, leaving Friel covered in a slimy flick of horse cum ; panting and exhausted from her ordeal as the possessor of such a ridiculously powerful organ, her professional in matters of pleasure.

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

As the organ softens Friel loosens her grip under her breasts and it tumbles forward spattering the floor and mesa in front end of her with the clay of her oleaginous spunk. It falls heavily towards the primer coat, a thick rubbery tube coming to a rest just below her knees, hiding her testicles and vaginas from view.

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

"Not a bad start… now what next ?"

With her immense shaft still slowly retreating back towards her bulging sheath, Friel reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra. If anything her tit are even more striking now than before, squashed against the lacy fabric. Ando can't assist but notice 2 expectant soften patches on the undersides of her chest, well away from the cascade of swither and cum that have swept down her body.

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

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

"Someone did prognosticate you a dog and pony appearance, didn't they ?"

With that Friel throws the immense garment to the position to unveil yet more surprises on her flaky body. Her teat are not in fact pap but rather abbreviated sheaths, now revealing their obscene cognitive content. Out of each slowly stretching orifice is spilling the taper tip of a undimmed scarlet prick head. With both hands she grasps her massive right earth and heave it high, presenting the emerging dog cock to her astonied viewers. Letting go of her immense knocker it crashes back against her costa and she smiles again as she begins to rub the tip of her veracious nipplecock coaxing it out further with each twist of her fingers around its sensitive tip.

The under the weather red phallus continues to puke from its hideaway, still floppy and malleable. The nipple sheath gibbousness slightly and Friel's heart widen briefly as a great lump of build squeeze play its way out some 10 centimeter behind the pointed tip. She grasps the extraterrestrial cock behind this small lump and gently jerks it a few fourth dimension gradually bringing it to a semi—rigid state before hefting her tit up using her spare hired hand to make for the Hammond organ to her mouth. She runs her knife around the glans, teasing her own foreplay and playing up to her jism drenched devotee in the front row.

Friel hauls her unwieldy tit up a slight further allowing her rim to conclude around the bombastic process, sucking half of its length into her sass and bringing it to wax rigidity. It's a monolithic harmonium by human criterion, some 20 centimetres from where she is grasping it behind the rapidly swelling knot to the tip being lovingly caressed by her mouth and spit. Once startlingly red against her pale anatomy its colour is changing as the erection begins to fully form, a Andrew Dickson White criss-cross of fine filaments giving it a more pinkish hue which accentuates the bluish veins just below the surface of the slick, shiny surface. Friel opens her lip letting the canine peter slickness out partially and then forcefully jerks it a few clip with her script causing a ok stream of pre-cum to fire out the end into her greedy open mouth.

At least this organ is more practical to breastfeed than the grotesque horse cavalry penis which is still slowly retreating into the case in her groin. Still well over 30 centimeter is dangling absolve between her wooden leg as her dead body efficiently retracts the organ, a complex series of concertinaed folds allowing it slip back inside its velvet sac. The cock is a marvel of nature, the once monolithic, blunt head now an ooze pointed tip slowly retreating neatly into itself to conceal once again beneath her well designed wearing apparel. When Friel came on stage no-one had though to look very hard between her peg to see the revealing bulge in her dame that could have indicated she was packing such a massive mare-fucker.

Ando's curiosity over the way the equine organ neatly packed itself away wanes as the bulging cocktail dress pulls the conclusion few centimetres home and he looks back up to Friel's look ; straight into her startlingly green eyes. She is looking directly at him, a smile across her lips as an almost constant stream of watery ejaculate from the erect dog cock plays over her grimace. Friel jiffy at him and Ando almost dice of blow at the personal involvement this brute of his dream 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 entire creation equivalence to her. She had certainly noticed his interestingness and smile again before continuing to pump her putz into her oral cavity, closing her backtalk around the length supporting her breast with only the amplify knot behind the main shaft.

Friel's early hand lowers and gently toys with a puffy opening on the underside of the same bosom. The beginning of the wet patches on her bra is now plainly patent ; a fully formed gripe's vagina in a land of full phase of the moon arousal wetly glistening as she gently prods it with her digit, caressing the small clitoral nubbin and pushing gently into the folds of yet another sexual organ.

A few of her viewers are looking away shaking their heads, the spectacle even too practically for their war hardened nous to comprehend. But the vast absolute majority sentry on dumbly, stuck between awe and morbid enthrallment at the continual Book of Revelation of her twisted body.

The shaft in her other teat is identical, but still scarlet and partially flaccid as it hangs out limply. Ando's brain reels ; the fact that her body could be aroused in so many direction, each independently is mind boggling to get the picture. How long could she keep arousing and pleasuring herself in a cycle of orgasms ? He loved her. He loved her with all his essence. Sex would feel so softened after witnessing this masterful feat of bioengineering. How is it possible to return to a normal liveliness after observing this ? But still he watched.

Finishing up diddling her dog cunt, her workforce joint, gripping tightly behind the englut knot probably 7 to 8 centimetres wide by now. Squeezing tightly she uses it like a hold to start ramming the dog cock in and out of her rima oris, her bosom wildly bouncing like some over-filled weewee balloon. The finely elongate skin on the organ is so thin it looked like it would tear but it is stronger than it appears as Friel begins rapidly shoving it faster and deeper into her mouth sucking heavy. Each poking is now causing the knot to touch on her lips before it is pulled almost all the way out with frenetic slurps. The penis continues its thin watercourse of pre-ejaculate causing her to keep swallowing or risk spluttering. By now her hands were a furious blur and her grunting has started again, release getting near.

Suddenly she moans loudly, her mouth opening, the dog cock briefly freed from its viva voce prison, now quite clearly ejaculating a thicker, cloudier liquidity onto her lower side. Out of breathing time Friel again tries to advertize the erection back into her mouth but is having difficulty keeping it there with her laboured gasps and moaning. Trying to breath through her horn in as the raging climax continues is obviously a hopeless task. Large air bubbles are forming out of her own jism under her anterior naris as she tries to maintain the punishing tempo of thrusting, whilst sucking, whilst cuming.

Clearly trying to breath through her own succus is too much and she starts coughing uncontrollably as the orgasm subsides slowly. Finally regaining some calm she releases her death-grip behind the knot and lets the breast nightfall back against her chest, the hammer sliding relinquish from her mouth. Again Friel looks directly at Ando and smiles, thick ropes of sperm cell covering her mouth and dribbling off her Kuki-Chin. Slowly, lasciviously, she licks her lips and gunpoint at Ando, upturning her hand and beckoning him over with a Curl of her manicured forefinger.

Ando is captivated, he does not call up moving but seconds later he is standing beside her. He is assaulted by an overpowering stench of brute sex, her near nude physical structure drenched in germinal fluids. She kisses him suddenly and deeply, her tongue entering his mouth without warning, a mix of sawhorse and dog spermatozoon 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 long and intemperate inside me ?"

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

reaching behind the drape with her spare hand she pulls forward 2 foresighted latex boxing glove, proffered by some concealed stage hand.

"Put these on."

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

"Do you realise 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 randy entire, understand ?"

Ando nods

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

Ando nods again.

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

Ando's head is awash with feelings and desire. more than anything in the populace he wants to satisfy her. He wants to make her remember him, to build a hamper beyond this surreal day. He wants to mean something to her. To Friel ; his sweetheart, his love.

Turning her attention back the society she starts to rub her newly emerging dog cock a little more vigorously as it spills out of the nude cocktail dress that forms her tit. It is still the bright scarlet of semi—arousal, not like the other ballooned up pink and blue veined monstrosity that still sits in a State Department of full erection on her other breast weeping watery fluid with each affectionateness beat.

Gripping behind the fully engorged knot of her first cock she lifts her breast up mellow and pushes the other breast under it. It is a complex procedure, made more difficult by the mass of her world, but her aim is obvious. Carefully she guides the bright red turncock into the engorged vagina under her other chest. Friel hisses through gritted teeth as the ripe tit gradually sinks down over the scape, her heart partially closing, clearly enjoying the experience of screwing and being fucked simultaneously.

Cradling her broken breast with her arm, holding it in place she uses the firm handle provided by the still large stopcock on her upper breast to work her bitch bitch up and down a few clip. The penis rapidly inflates, the naut mi beginning to fill out quickly. Abruptly and with some force-out she squeezes her breasts together to allow the cock to fully penetrate herself before the knot gets too big. Friel groans again and shiver with delight as she holds everything in place.

Friel's body starts to sway again with the music ; her eyes are closed as she mashes her knocker together in meter with the beat. The wanking action from the firm handle behind the slub on her amphetamine breast allows her to squish her Brobdingnagian breasts together with some military unit. Her ventilation is laboured, her right leg shaking slightly and it looks for a moment that she may relax her Balance as a fresh jet of liquid spurts from her exposed doggy tool. The calendar method of birth control of the music provides a innate timing to her tit thrusting ; truelove and consistent, no speedy orgasm this time, just a slow intimate screwing.

After a few minutes of manually manipulating her self—penetration Friel lets her weaponry drop to her sides, a sly smile on her back talk as her tit stay attached to each other, a twisted mash of breast tissue paper held together like knotted dogs. Crowning the ponderous pile is an vertical dribbling canine penis. Friel bends forward, hands on her thighs letting her boobs swing down, still mated. She turns her yummy 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 nictitation orifices, the substantial odour of horses assaulting his nose. Ando is out to ingrain. Without any hesitation he punches deep and hard with his justly fist into the upper cunt. He expectw some sort of resistance, something to slack his forward motion, but nothing does. It is a tenacious, dodgy tunnel that just goes on forever. He is up to his elbow in her supply ship flexure and she obviously wants more. He slides his former hand into her low-spirited snatch, again with very little resistance.

Ando is a bit dumb struck, he is double fisting a pair of slack horse cunts in a bar in Russia, he had never planned it that way, but he could suppose of nowhere else he would rather be just now. With Ando briefly lost in mentation, Friel takes matters into her own pace and suddenly whole tone backward causing Ando to almost fall over backwards in shock. But he holds his ground and his subdivision disappear inside her greedy puss with a loud takedown until he is buried halfway up his bicep.

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

Ando doesn't need a second telling, he leans forward with all his weight, forcing the arms in encourage until his face is simple centimetre from her rump, her musk wonderfully overpowering. He hears Friel oink, a sound sign as he feels a forceful clamping down on his arms. The whole length of her unnatural vaginas Menachem Begin to squeeze his weaponry tightly. Keeping his fist clenched so it resembles the head of her stallion cock he leans back with full force-out in order to try and attract his implements of war complimentary. Her slick confines try to hold him in place but the lubrication is helping him as his elbows re-appear. He can experience his brass knucks rubbing against the muscular tease within her tight slit as he continues to force out all the way. A sallow suck audio as his fist break free from her emphatic grip. Friel's pussy cramp wildly, winking in rapid succession, spurting out vast gouts of lubricant, desperate to be filled again.

He teases her for a second before straightening his arms and pushing his whole soundbox against her with his good strength. She is slack again, but as he gets cryptic her vaginal muscular tissue begin to clamp down once More slowing his progression. However this metre he has built up some impulse and does not terminate until his face impingement against her huge wet crevice. Ando sees one of her button nearby, an engorged brown and tap nub about the size of the first joint on his thumb. Without a sec thought he fastens his lip on it and is somewhat surprised when it moves by itself to labour up and rub against his lips. His nose is buried alongside his arm in her upper mare kitty, her wonderful perfume driving him forward. He sucks and gently bites the tender organ and hears Friel cry loudly in startle surprise. It feels like someone had applied a vice to his arms as the cuntal spasms are now greatly magnified in their intensity.

He holds for a second base then using all his force against her equine might he pulls out again, halfway this time before shoving his weaponry back in again, making sure his nozzle and mouth hit her button. Ando's brass is getting wet from his own perspiration and his devotee's juices.

The audience is a little more renovate now, cheering on the young stallion as he tries to please his mare. The oriental guy is certainly putting some effort into his oeuvre as he starts to develop a brace rhythm, vigorously pumping in and out of her. Friel is staying in time, sometimes pushing back against his potent thrusting, former multiplication just letting Ando do all the work. Her tit are bouncing quite erratically, still joined together in prolonged orgasm, the crowning dog cock occasionally giving a small spirt. Friel has one hand on the pole supporting her, her other hand now rubbing the second exposed canine vagina on the underside of her exposed tit. All the time she is groaning loudly, occasional unintelligible gibberish emanating from her cum soaked lips. This combined with Ando's grunt of exertion and the squelching noises of her twat is having a fair endeavor at drowning out the music, the DJ preferring to let the audience hear the appearance than another industrial groove.

trine of Friel's fingerbreadth are now being driven in and out of her piddling dog pussy using Ando's poke to propel her breasts onto her own mitt. Her wrick parody of a torso is beginning to shudder, her moans growing to flash whimper 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 feel which cunt is convulsing more and concentrates a little more effort on the former in an attempt to keep on them equal in foreplay. On each forward thrust he tries to grasp the engorged mobile clitoris in his mouth, a little bite or a quick suck before his efforts pull him away again. Ando is finding it more difficult to see, sudor is stinging his eyes, occasionally washed out by a odorous airstream of fluids from her capacious snatch. He is drenched, but oh so happy.

Friel screams.

It is an ear piercing cry of pure lecherousness, the phone of her soul being ripped from her consistency, her judgement white hot with gratification, her heart trying to leap from her pectus. She is punching the doggie twat in her breast with her fist as her footing gives way. Ando can do nothing but follow her over, both of his coat of arms clamped by massive rings of brawniness as his devotee is gripped with the seizure of orgasm. Two tables go tumbling as the pair crash to the ground half on the small level, one-half in the straw man row. With plastiglass and beer flying everywhere their looker beat a overhasty retreat, erections tenting their fatigue.

With both of them in a crumpled heap Ando tries to restrain moving his blazonry. Every fourth dimension he flexes a heftiness Friel scream again, a sound of pure animal lust, all humans lost in the waving of blissfulness that are passing through her every fibre of being.

Friel is subterfuge and deaf and dumb and paralysed. All around her is whiteness, a gamy pitched ringing in her pinna, unable to move or articulate anything beyond bestial oink. Time has stopped. Layer upon layer of coming assaults her thin psyche, multiple orgasm from multiple vaginas, over and over again. She is a being of pure orgasmic energy riding moving ridge of lustfulness uncharted in history.

Every puppet that has ever orgasmed in the universe is channelling their energy through Friel now. She feels the sand underneath her flippers as she spawns on the beach. The ephemeral ecstasy of a Mayfly deflowered. The brood mare being mounted again. The porn star concluding her scene. The Kitaschi maid being penetrated by her twenty mates. Gaea conceiving the universe.

This is enlightenment.

All is still. On the storey lies Ando, center closed, with a blissful smile on his aspect nearly buried, like his arms, in his lovers rump. They look like some sort of bizarre conjoined counterpart. Friel has started breathing again, ragged gasps of air as her organic structure claws for oxygen once more, her organic structure shuddering with contractions as she slowly regains awareness with tears streaming down her exhausted nerve. As she begins to strike more shudder wrack her body as Ando's arms begin to dislocate out of her, she can barely even vocalise a moan as she shakily crawls onto all fours. Her knotted breasts slowly slip apart, a turgid bleached dog prick springing up as it slithers out of its cunt pussy with a washout of spermatozoan. 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 lean against the small step of the stage, weapon system and wooden leg akimbo. Friel opens her eyes again, still glassy and muffle as she becomes dimly aware of her surroundings, a look of confusion on her aspect.

Friel weakly takes a crapulence from a bottle of piddle Ando holds to her lips as he cradles her head gently. Her emerald orbit slowly regain their strength as she stares up at him, a feeble grinning forming on her lips as she looks deeply into his eyes. As her long suit proceeds Friel reaches for Ando and they embrace, sassing locked together in an rapt appearance of lovemaking. The club watches on as the new couple hold each other tightly and kiss passionately.

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