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I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it ! :) Constructive reactions/criticism welcomed. Day +1; The Genital Circus, Kagoshima City, Kagoshima Prefecture, Kyushu, Japan, 13h30. With a heavy heart Ellie-May stepped onto the stage, when what was left of all her senses told her to run away screaming. This feeling was not what her body displayed though. She positively pranced up the stairs and hopped brightly onto the stage, her eyes alit with anticipation. The equipment that she had required was there. Sho Hashimoto had faithfully carried out her "instructions" to the letter, even though some of the purchases were strange, and the plumbing had had to be added to. >From the back of the stage, Ellie-May could smell the accumulated aroma of cigarette smoke, sweat, skin, beer, and pussy juice. From the audience, whose dim shapes she could only make out as an "hilly" outline in the stygian darkness, came the rank scent of male lust. The full glare of the stage lights hit her as she skipped out onto centre stage. Her body swiftly choreographed a series of strikingly erotic poses to show her form and profile to best advantage under the bright stage lighting. By now, everyone was awake, staring at this goddess as she pranced sensuously around the stage. She could hear the entire audience gasp. The compere was besides himself with excitement, and he rose to the occasion demanded by her unearthly beauty. [Is she not exquisitely beautiful ? Indeed, her beauty rivals that of the Heavenly Alarming Beauty at the dawn of our race !] he gushed in a throaty voice. [She is a goddess whose beauty could coax open the gates of the underworld and draw the mother of Japan into the light of day !] Ellie-May found herself dancing like a sugarplum fairy, oblivious to anything else, her lithe form splendidly outlined and backlit in the glare of the stage lamps and spotlights. Eventually this voluptuous ballet ended with her seated on the round stage, her one leg crossed over her knee which lay flat on the ground. Both finely crafted feminine hands were placed on her knee. Her breasts sat triumphantly on the superb plain of her chest, the nipples prominent and glistening in the spotlight where she had moistened them with her body's’ natural secretions before climbing onstage. The lewd bodysuit accentuated her lithe eroticism. Below, between her legs, her thick rubbery pussy lips, pouted, softly, open. She grinned cheekily at her audience, all of whom were, by now, on their feet to watch this prancing angel of carnality. There was dead silence, broken only by their wheezing gasps of unrequited lust. The only moving part of the audience were the three Japanese gentlemen engaging in a game of Janken-pon, the Japanese version of rock-scissors-fist to see who would have the exquisite pleasure of copulating with this divine specimen of womanhood. The game over, the ecstatic winner clambered onto stage, hardly believing his luck. Ellie-May rose and grasped his hand softly in one of hers. On cue, the stagehands pushed a large transparent tub with a handheld showerhead onto the stage. This tub rested on a large plinth which had a height of one meter at its lowest level. This was at its lowest level because the plinth was a sloping platform on which the tub sat at a 40° angle from the horizontal. The showerhead was located at the "bottom" end of the sloping tub. This tub had a drain at the end larger than most ordinary bathtubs, and footrests had been fitted, facing towards its higher "end", onto each side of the inside of the tub, towards the bottom of its slope. A single strap was fitted to the bottom of the tub towards the top of the slope. The stagehands had placed the tub so that it faced the audience, who gasped in amazement at this strange contraption. Drawing him to her she began to gently kiss her "suitor". This surprised him as the "rules" of "Honban Manaita" expressly prevented physical contact on the part of the audience-participant beyond penis in vagina sex. This looked like it was going to be different. {hi honey, want to do me a favour. I am going to bend forward facing the audience, and you are going to roll my bodysuit down my body from behind.} [Unnhh..from behind ?] {yes, sugar} she said with warm smile on her face, {You are going to have to stand behind me. But that will ensure that you get a good look at my lovely back and ass.} He moved to stand behind her, as she leaned forward to face the audience, and winked at them, a smirky smouldering look on her face. Her palms rested on her knees. He began to unroll the bodysuit down her incredible form. Soon her breasts were uncovered. She leered at the audience, slowly licking her full red lips, and drew her upper arms closer together, bulging her tits in front. His trembling hands managed to unroll the suit down past her ass, and she quickly wiggled her hands out of the sleeves which had slid down to bunch in rolls against her delicate wrists. She cupped the undersides of her breasts and proffered them to her audience with a soft breathy moan, her eyes narrowing in rapture. The rounded undersides of the gourds of her sizeable mammaries filled her palms as she cradled them in her hands, lifting them from where rested against her body. Through the gap between her thighs the pouch of her pussy could be seen with the pursed folds of her thick pussy lips clearly outlined in the glare of the well-lit stage. The small "V’ shaped patch of soft burnt-caramel blonde pubic air glowed in the stage light in sharp relief to the complete hairless smoothness of the rest of her body. This lone outpost of pubic hair seemed to enhance her nudity, and pointed a straight arrow to her heated liquid centre. By now she could feel his hard-on. He had basically lost control, clasping her body by her delicately rounded shoulders, and beginning to grind his pelvis against her sinuous form, his body shaking in anticipation of what was to come. But she had other plans for him. Stepping quickly away from him, while gently removing his grip from her shoulders, she shook the crumpled bodysuit off her calves and stepped out of it. Not losing contact with his hands, she led him to the transparent bathtub with an elegant twirl of her body. She neatly undressed him, careful not to touch his cock or pelvic region. Once she had folded his clothes neatly to one side, she placed him on his back in the bathtub, ensuring that his feet had solid purchase on the footrests inside the tub. At the base of the slope of the platform a step had been added. Using this she stepped up, and leaning over him in a manner which ensured that he saw her softball round firm tits with her conical areolae and nipples; she drew the strap across his chest, and under his armpits and tightened it. Her nipples had erected in the excitement she felt in what she was doing to this man. Her excitement was communicated to him as he saw the cherry-brown hillocks of her tits inflate to rigid peaks. His cock lolled stiffly against his belly which tightened in anticipation of what this heavenly alarming creature had in store for him. He squeaked in nervousness, his eyes wide. {Don’t worry honey} she whispered {I am just making sure you don’t fall out. I won’t do anything to you don’t like.} {At least not till you’ve tried it.} She grinned mischievously, a beautiful smile spreading across her face. The man sighed at the sight of that glorious smile. [She is a heavenly creature.] He thought, and lay back waiting for what was to come. >From behind, all her audience could see were her perfectly tapering legs, with her taut, voluptuous thighs tapering, from perfectly spherical buns to the delicate hollows of the spaces behind her kneecaps, before flaring out slightly into taut shiny calves, and ending in delicate ankles and soft pink feet. Her pussy pouch was pouting in a seam of pursed rubbery lips. Above it the soft diamond of her flawlessly smooth perineum led to the perfectly rounded, raised crater of her anal airlock, with its neatly and smoothly serrated rim. Here, she was hairless, as she was on the rest of her body, except for her brief pubic patch and head of thick lustrous strawberry blonde hair, which by now, hung in a reddish-golden curtain on either side of her head, hiding her face, bent over her "customer" as she was humming and seeing to his safety and comfort. This hairlessness meant that the "industrial", (slightly larger than one would expect, even of a woman of her height and taut willowy voluptuosness), rubbery size of her pubic and pelvic architecture was sharply delineated in bas-relief in the sharp light, to her audiences delight. This thicker, firmer (relative to a human female) architecture was designed to ensure that she could fuck for days on end without stop. Ellie-May did not realise this yet, but her "unique" design meant that this ruggedness in her sexual areas, and the non-redundant pattern of her sexual arousal patterns would be necessary for her survival in the new form she now took. This sexual architecture of her form was not "larger" than her proportions warranted, but were slightly bigger and thicker in a way that emphasised their resiliance without detracting in anyway from her immaculate beauty. The audience, craning forward in their chairs, exhaled in delight. In his booth the compere had his cock out to release the tension in his pants, something he had never done before. He could see her calf and thigh muscles flexing slightly under the perfectly flawless skin with its creamy-peach complexion, as she went to work on her "male". Between her legs, at the angle at which he was propped, the audience had a perfect view of the trussed male’s nether regions. They could see her delicate fingertips gently caressing his sides, chest, and belly, to sooth what nervousness he felt about the position she had put him in. They could not see his face as the curtain of her hair shielded it from their view. This was unlike any Honban Manaita any of them had seen, and they waited with bated breathe to see what would happen. Stepping down to the stage, but not altering her position, she turned on the tap, and carefully tested the water to see that it was warm. As she still had her back to them, they could not see her face; so the audience had no idea of what she was about to do. Ensuring that it was a comfortable temperature for him, she began to bathe his groin and anal area. Clicking her fingers, a stagehand brought her a bag. The audience saw her remove an automatic hair clipper from the bag and begin to shave his pubic hair. When this was completed, she removed a sachet from the bag, and tore it open with her fingers. She then smeared the cream to a foaming lather on his genitals and anal area. Producing a safety-razor from her bag of tricks, she began to shave him carefully and deftly. Washing the razor often, she continued shaving until his entire region from pubic bone to anal button was smoothly hairless. He looked down at all of this with bemusement, the nerve-agent exuded by her fingers, having rendered him docile, but hyper alert and sensitive. The audience rested back in their chairs with a sigh. [So, this is what this is about] they thought, [its a fancier form of the usual hygienic ablutions before intercourse, that are usually performed during Honban Manaita.] Their suspicions were confirmed when Ellie-May produced disinfectant (but non-irritating) soap-gel and carefully washed his entire pubic and genital area, which; by now, gleamed softly in the bright light of the stage lights. She was so thorough, as the Japanese expect, that she inserted a soapy finger in his anus to clean it out. She jiggled it about inside him and a small frown appeared on her face. His cock had jerked into a fuller erection at the unexpected stimulation, and he stared at her through bleary eyes. [Uh oh, whats wrong ?] She cocked her head to the side, thinking for a moment, and then a perky smile appeared on her exquisite visage as her eyes lit up in a "eureka !" expression. Her captive male gazed down at her in baffled wonderment, as he saw her unscrewing the showerhead. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out what looked like a large water bottle of the kind cyclists use, with a long thin plastic nozzle. Inserting this nozzle into the shower "handle"’s spout (minus the showerhead) she quickly squeezed the entire contents of the waterbottle into the curved spout of the shower handle. She could hear the audience shift in their chairs as they leaned forward to watch this new turn of events. They could not see her face. They could only see the deft and certain movement of her hands, through the space between her legs, as she went about her business. If they were puzzled, her reclining gentleman was even more baffled by what she was doing. He saw her remove the slender nozzle from the spout and toss the waterbottle to one side. He then heard the "click clack" of the plastic bottle of soap-gel, and saw her squirting the gel through the dispensing head of the plastic bottle onto the rim and neck of the spout. Her face came up to look at his, a wicked grin spreading slowly across it, her eyes shining merrily. He panicked. [Oh shit ! She’s going to…] The audience saw her smearing the hygienic unguent all over the spout and neck, after she had removed the nozzle and tossed the slender waterbottle to one side. Through disbelieving eyes they saw her hand smearing this gel all over his anal bud. She then reversed the orientation of the shower handle in her elegant hand until the spout was facing upwards, and deftly inserted it between his buttcheeks and into his anus, sliding past his sphincter muscle on the gliding strength of all the lubricant she had been careful to smear on his butthole and the spout. To prevent the discomfort of the threaded rim of the spout abrading his delicate sphincter, she gently pushed the spout in and up, which its curved shape enabled her to do. This ensured that his anal sphincter grasped the smooth surface of the steel neck of the spout and not the threaded rim. She wanted to make certain that; throughout this swift insertion, while he might feel a mild discomfort at this unusual sensation, he felt no pain at all. Winking at him, she swiftly leant down; not taking her hand off the handle, where she held the shower-spout inside him, and turned the warm water on a carefully calibrated quarter turn of each of the hot and cold taps. He felt a slow warm bubbling in his rectum. She left it as a slow bubbling infiltration of warm water so as not to rupture his rectal walls. The water filtering slowly into his rectal passage carried with it, a soft cleansing melted ivory soap, and the remnants of a light laxative pessary. Ellie-May intended to clean him out thoroughly in preparation for what was to come later. The warm water, softened by the ivory soap, soon filled his lower rectum, pressing against his inner gland, which cause the most delightful sensations. His cock was bonehard by now, and leaking precum onto his belly, where it’s smear lay gleaming in the bright light focused on the stage. Ellie-May kept the handle at an angle which ensured that the buried fountain bubbled directly against his gland. With a ring made by the thumb and forefinger of her other hand, she encircled his scrotal sac above the testicles. From time to time, she gently tugged on his balls in small downward tugs to prevent him from ejaculating. His pleasure made her wet. She could see that his lower belly was distending, and judged that the water had reached his colon. Standing on the floor, the top of her finely sculpted head came to the level of her captive male’s sternum. So it was no problem for her to lean down and take just the tip of his cock into her luscious mouth. As her pneumatically luscious lips closed over the sensitive bulb of his penis, the audience gasped. Oral ministrations were not part of Honban Manaita. No other Honban performer would deign to suck cock. This was indeed unusual ! The audience heard the "schlikk" as her pussy lips parted under the weight of a huge "pearl" of pooled pussy juice, which dropped out from her liquifying heated centre. They followed its gleaming descent as it spattered like a large raindrop on the step of the plinth. The juices coating her pussy lips that had gathered there in her building excitement, turned her pussy lips into gleaming "brackets" which glowed like neon parentheses under the bright glare of the stage lights. Even her anal aperture was exhaling in her mounting excitement. Runnels of her essence were flowing down her inner thighs. They soon spread to the back of her thighs where they streaked down her elegant legs in slender lines which left gleaming trails in the bright light. Her nipples began to leak her lactal fluid which had the look and texture of condensed milk, and soon her areolae were awash in this fluid. They gleamed like two cherry hillocks on a perfectly textured horizon, frosted with icy snowcaps. Ellie-May could feel her innards build towards her first orgasm, as the waves of pleasure he was feeling due to her laving mouth echoed throughout her being. The more she sucked the wetter she became. Her own rectal muscles clenched and released in response to what she was fully sensing of the deep pleasure he was feeling due to the erotic stimulation of the soapy smooth warm water in his ass. {It’s like I can feel exactly what he is feeling !} As his cock slid up and down the churning, laving, barrel sleeve of her tongue and into the softly grinding erotically abrasive cul-de-sac of her throat, she gently extracted the spout from his rectum. With her mouth filled with his cock, her mind spoke coaxingly to his. {Shit, baby, let go…. thats a good boy !] He grunted, and moaned and felt his sphincter straining open, as the brown liquidised contents of his colon gushed down into the bath where they were quickly, swallowed up by the large drain, built for that very purpose. She could sense his body straining as the gusher suddenly stopped. Reading his mind she knew exactly what his problem was. Placing the shower handle in the tub, where it would wash away the remnants; she deftly and gently inserted one long, smooth, elegantly shaped forefinger into his anus and, , gently dislodged the blockage, pulling it out of him while continuing to suck his cock in a steady rythmic cadence . He sighed, and the last remnants of his nightsoil flowed out into the tub. Continuing to suck his cock, she experienced her first shuddering orgasm as she was deftly inserting the handle once more into his breach. She quickly twisted it up into him, concerned that her convulsions would cause her to hurt him if she convulsed while the threaded rim was hugged by his sphincter. A small amount of milky fluid squirted from her clit-cock. This surprised her as she had never experienced it before in sexual encounters using her new body. However she was not surprised when her nipples spurted gouts of warm, thick lactate onto her male’s thighs. The smears of thick fluid lay stickily on his thighs shining in the light. The aroma from her sweat pervaded the stage, and she could feel that the combination of her exquisitely felt sucking and the nerve-agent from her sweat were going to bring him off, no matter what she did with his balls. She pulled her mouth off his soaking tube of flesh, and smiled at him. On the point of the best orgasm in his life, he stared at her in despair. A strange erotic "heat" signature was coming off the audience in waves that her sensors easily picked up. Something unusual was happening, that never happened at these shows before. The entire audience had their cocks out and were masturbating furiously. This was an unheard of breach of decorum in a Japanese "live sex" audience. Usually their feelings were kept very much under wraps. But here they were staring fixated at the obscene scene before their glazed eyes, wanking furiously with uncontained excitement. A babble of grunts, whimpers and moans reached her "ears". Ellie-May filled his colon for a third time. At this point his anus gushed clear water. His rectal and colonic tract were now as clean as a whistle. Having completed his ablutions, she unstrapped him. He was too shaky to walk, and so she lifted him, cradling him like a baby in her lightly muscled and slender arms, until she could set him down on his feet on the circular stage protruding out front. His cock remained rock hard, its wetness from her oral fluids making it gleam softly, the veins standing out like thick llianas’ on a tree trunk. He had never felt so hard or aroused before in his life. Holding him up, she quickly maneuvered him so that he was standing behind her. Allowing him to lean on her she held him upright by pulling one of his arms over her finely rounded shoulder, and held him so he could not fall backwards. Then, bending over, she reached between his legs, and with her other nimble hand, tenderly pulled his organ so it was pressed against her pussy lips. Her pussy lips clasped his acorn shaped glans and drew his cock into her vaginal portal. With a sudden squelching jerk her vaginal muscles yanked him instantaneously into her to the hilt. It felt like his cock had just been swallowed down a black hole. He sank into her heated socket like a piledriver slamming a piling foundation into the earth. Her pussy lips caressed the area around where his penis disappeared into his body. She let go off his arm, knowing that her pussy muscles were more than strong enough to keep him upright, and in place. He lolled on her perfectly smooth back, drooling in the soft place between the two delicate points of her shoulder blades. The power of her vaginal barrel had lifted his feet five inches off the ground when it hefted him into her liquid core. He lay there waiting for what would come next. Her pussy was molded around him like a vacuumed sheath in which all the air had been removed. The cul-de-sac portion of her vaginal barrel gently teased his cock head, and now and again, a thickish teat with a round head would emerge from her vaginal wall and enter into the urethra, but only as far as the glans, where it would spin and whirl, while her vaginal barrel pressed the cockflesh of his head even more firmly around this teat and its larger rounded head. The exquisite sensation of this made his head whirl, and he could feel the liquid heat building up in her silken chamber as her excitement mounted with his, and echoed off his pleasure sensations. His balls were soaked as her quim decanted its nectar onto them. [Sho ! she’ s really wet and leaking.] he thought idly resting on her perfectly sculpted back. He closed his eyes and entwined his legs around her thighs and cupped the billiard ball round smooth gourds of her breasts with their obscenely thick and pointed nipples resting on the conical hillocks of her areolae, and squeezed the lusciously pneumatic breast flesh. Her tits felt surprisingly firm, even though his hands could detect that they were perfectly "natural". He squeezed and held on for dear life, massaging the breast flesh and abrading the stout nipples and areolae with his rough palms. This elicited a throaty groan of pleasure and arousal from her and she began to whimper softly, her eyes closed and she moaned with joy, her face a perfect picture of serenity. He still felt a bit raw in his anal area. She was holding him onto her back by his cock. It took his weight with ridiculous ease. The round stage began to rotate. He was squeezing her tits as if he was milking a cow. The milk of her breasts enscribed large arcs out into the dark hinterland of the theatre where the audience was seated. Besides themselves with unrestrained lust, men in the audience began to try and catch these spurts in their mouths on their faces, like it was the first rains after a long drought. Ellie-May opened her eyes. They were glazed with the fever of lust that had taken hold of her, and this excited them even further. Squeals told her that sections of the audience had begun to cum in their hands. The waves of their lust intercepted by her highly sensitive sensor array, ricocheted throughout her pleasure nexus, and she convulsed into her second and more jagged climax, her vaginal barrel convulsing around his cock. Just in time, she reached between her legs and gently tugged his balls, otherwise he would have emptied his entire load into her before she wanted him to cum. He leaned up on her back and howled like a demon. She shuddered again, this time at a higher orgasmic plateau. By now the audience was a heaving mass of sobbing lust. She realised in the clear patches between the orgasmic eruptions in her pleasure nexus that cascaded throughout her body, that she had better move fast before she lost control of events. Winking at the audience, she bent herself down, and "dived" her body between their entwined legs, curling her lissome form to come up on the other side of both their bodies, with her face directly in front of the gleaming fissure of his buttocks and her armpits resting on the back of his thighs ! < This was a feat that would have been impossible for a human to do unless they had a rubber spine. The spine of a hybrid is flexible enough to do this and more due to its uniquely strong and flexible structure. > Her mouth was directly in front of his anus. Stretching her arms to either side of his buttocks, she bent her elbows and brought her hands to lightly rest on each trembling bun, with her dainty well-formed and strong fingers infiltrating the crack. She gently parted his buttcheeks to expose his coiled anal entrance to the audience, and more fully to her eyes. Her long hair cascaded behind her, and her incredibly powerful legs supported them both as her feet stood rooted to the ground, her legs bearing their combined weight with ease. She savoured the sight of his ravaged butthole, her nose in line with it, her eyes looking at it with a affectionate gaze. She licked her lips. Curling herself even further up so that her mouth was in line with it, she buried her face between his buttcheeks as her thick serpentine tongue slowly insinuated itself all the way up his channel, coming to rest against his trembling prostate gland. Then she adroitly moved her one hand down to prevent his balls ascending into his pelvis, and him cumming on account of the erotic shock of this unbelievably stimulating maneuver. He felt, and then saw, her upper back and head suddenly disappear, as the upper part of her torso suddenly vanished between both their legs. He fell forward, his hands waving wildly for a grip, and then suddenly he shot bolt up with the sudden electric shock of her python-like, soakingly wet, agile tongue penetrating through his postern portal and deep into his rectum, to lie there like a liquidly heated cobra in a winter hibernation burrow. The shock to his nervends and prostate almost caused him to blow the entire contents of his aching balls into her liquified plushy socket, but her expert and gentle maneuvering of his sac, in her slender hand, saved the day. The balm of her mouth oil, pumping along the barrel-tongue, and exuding from her lips, inner cheeks, and gums; swiftly bathed and soothed whatever rawness he felt in his anal region, as the emollient syrup, lubricated his passage, and coaxed his overused rectal whorl to open. At this point the audience went wild, screaming in an absolute frenzy of lust, many of them had to be physically prevented from climbing on stage by Sho Hashimoto and his staff. Ellie-Mays little stunt launched a hundred orgasms, as the audience came in its hands. {Mmmm, so thats what applause done to the sound of one hand clapping, sounds like } All she could hear was wheezing. The clapping had stopped as they concentrated on relieving the enormous pressures building up between their legs. But she was not finished. {Honey} her mind whispered to him, as the open end of her barrel sleeve tongue encapsulated itself around his swollen gland, enabling it to mould its inner flesh, with the abrading and stimulating bands and nodules, onto the exposed contours of the gland, {Stick your finger in my ass.} Saying this, she obligingly reached up one arm, which curled around his stomach, and softly drew him back, so he could see her soft purply-brown crater, and access it with his finger. Her anus was prepared. The resinous oily sap exuded from this receptacle had moistened it to the point that it was bubbling out of her aperture like a slowly gurgling geyser. He slid his finger into this hungry mouth which seemed to be fluttering for his finger like the mouth of a hungry fish, as it opened and closed spasmodically. She closed her eyes in a paroxym of ecstasy, and whimpered at the sublime sensation his finger in her welcoming ass afforded her. Since Ellie-May’s entire body was a sensor platform, she could see the look of curious exaltation on his face in her "minds eye" through the sensor array that coated every inch of her skin, including her anus. She turned her ass "on". All of a sudden he felt his finger sucked into her to the palm of his hand. He tried to pull and wriggle it out, but he was not strong enough, and the anus looked like it was about to wrench the finger off his hand in its forceful digestion of his hand. In a panic, he brought his index finger down to push against the anus. Her anal portal widened slightly like a camera shutter and gulped his index finger into it, like a ferocious carnivore. Now it looked like his entire hand was caught inside her. In quick succession, all four fingers were swallowed into her butthole, and his entire palm was sucked in. It was as though his hand was imprisoned in a rectal oubliette. Her powerful rectal cavity pulsated and squelched around his hand seizing it in a firm grip. It tugged even more powerfully on his hand. The expanded crater of her rectal gateway, dilated even further and slid up and around his thumb. It "swallowed" and in an instance his entire hand was ingested by her anal aperture up to his thick wrist. He gazed in amazement at the wide diameter of the crenellated crater that clutched his wrist in an unbreakable vise. The glossy firm and plush billiard balls obscenely framed the large sucking mouth that engulfed his hand, the cratered anal rim hugging his wrist in a tight embrace. He squealed as he felt her barrel tongue attach itself like a sucker-cup to his prostate and begin to fuck his ass in slow up and down pumping movements, stretching down from where it was attached to his gland, and then pumping up again. Her tongue had an agile and supple elasticity, and so she could fuck his ass in steady in and out pumping strokes while not losing contact with the round chestnut of his gland. Her lithe tongue chafed, stimulated, and lasciviously scrubbed his gland with the clockwise and counter-clockwise bands The whirling nodules with their intermittent patches of finely grained tongue surface played their part in pushing his senses towards sensual overload. The barrel was simultaneously inflicting the same delectably unbearable stimulation to the surfaces of his rectum as it had all these features on the exterior surface of the barrel, as well as the interior surface. In tandem, and to increase his pleasure exponentially, her muscular barrel tongue was gently kneading his gland where it had molded around its shape. Her lips had fastened sucker-like around his anal rim like an orally erotic limpet, and they were massaging and laving his anus with a suppleness impossible in human lips. In the antechamber to his ass, she had been canny enough to swell the parts of her tongue that passed through his sphincter into a large bulb, as her tongue pumped in and out of his ass, as that was where her nexus told her humans felt the most sensation from anal penetration. His anus had dilated into a swollen ring around her tongue. Her tongue simultaneously opened him up and filled him up, an lurid plug in his rear valve. All these sensations were perfectly calibrated to his unique nerve-structure, to provide the optimal pleasure sensations. He thought he would pass out as his nerve system overloaded from the undreamt of joy of what his body was experiencing. But he could still be astonished, when he felt the anterior wall of her rectum "develop" a "seam" which soon parted. He found himself gripping a sodden barrel of flesh which appeared out of one "wall" of flesh towards the vaginal opening and disappeared into another "wall" further into her body. The barrel was enormously thick and he could just get his hand around it. Bucking as he was on top of her "bronco" due to the explosive sensations in his ass which were overloading his nervous system, he gripped this barrel firmly, to gain some secure purchase. Immediately he felt a firmer tightness on his cock already tightly gripped in her vaginal barrel. It felt like his cock was being compressed even further in the iron-hard liquid-heated fastness of her satin pussy squeeze tube. Now, at last, after its period of dormancy while she was lingually spelunking in his ass: her vaginal barrel began, of its own volition, to slide and churn up and down his cock. [JeeeezUUUZ ! I’m squeezing my cock in her vaginal barrel through her ass !!! HHuuUUUNNGGH !] Her rectum enfolded around his fist in her ass like vacuum-packed shrinkwrap, and squeezed even tighter. Her ass began to shunt his fist up and down his cock in the opposite direction to the push-pull of her vagina. When his fist went "up", her vaginal barrel pulled "down" and vice-versa. The vaginal barrel had stronger and wider bands moving clockwise and counterclockwise against each other. Each "band" had large rotating nodules which whirled in multiple directions. They were not as smooth as the nodules on her tongue, but had an abrading consistence calibrated to the individual cock’s nerve-endings as integrated into the general nervous system and pleasure-centres. All the other features were similarly calibrated to provide optimal erotic sensation. Ellie-May had had seven orgasms by now, the shuddering reverberations providing even greater stimulation to the male ensconced within her, and riding her luscious body. For her, each one cascaded her pleasure levels higher and higher, to the point where she felt as though her body would melt. These explosions rippled throughout her body, convulsing her like a delirious fever patient, and stretching her body to breaking point, before the orgasmic waves broke and flooded throughout her system. As for the male, captive in her erotic embrace, he felt as though his nerve-ends were on fire and his spine was about to melt, as wave upon wave of incandescent erotic sensation washed through his body. At this point, they were too far gone, to notice, a catheter-like feeder tube emerge from the rounded head of the teat that her body had insinuated into his cockhead, from the cul-de-sac of her pussy. The thin tube slowly snaked its way up his urethra, exuding nerve-agent which heightened his pleasure; also heightened by the sensation of the tube stimulating the inside of his urethra, pressed by the vaginal barrel grasping and pumping his cock up and down. This was stimulated even further by the maneuvers of her earthy-warm, dank, rectal glove guiding, squeezing, and moving his hand which grasped her vaginal barrel which; in turn, was massaging and pumping vigorously, then slowly, then vigorously in carefully calibrated motions on his tumescent cock buried to the hilt inside her. Her pussy exuded copious amounts of her vaginal oils which coated his lower belly, and soaked his thighs and balls. These gleaming shaven surfaces demonstrated the evidence of her arousal and multiple orgasms to all. Deep inside him, the feeder tube deposited its cache of alien cells. And then withdrew. Ellie-May let go of his scrotum which had swollen to twice its usual size, and reached up to gently clasp his free hand. She gripped it like a lover would and energetically worked her pussy, her ass (around his pumping hand inside her rectum), and her tongue; until her mind told her she had reached the outer limit of what pleasure he could feel as an individual human being. Then, with a powerful surge, she tightened her ass, pushed on his prostate with her tongue, and inflated the barrel tongue in his ass, which she had churning and pumping like a buzzsaw in his rear duct. Simultaneously, she squeezed and churned and pumped on his cock inside her. These combined sensations sent him up to his highest peak of sensual feeling, and spiraling over the edge into a rocketing cum that shook him to the foundation of his very being and caused him to arch his back like bow "drawn at a venture", to the point where Ellie-May was concerned (for a moment) that his spine might snap like a twig; and to blow his load into the depths of her pussy in soul-rippling pelvic and penile convulsions. The extreme pleasure she delivered to his body reverberated into her sensors as well. They both felt as though their very beings were melting in an incandescent flare of maximum rapture as both their bodies vaulted into orgasmic meltdown. She could feel her clit-cock squirting her cum which, due to the u-shaped position she was in, fell and spattered onto her breasts, the smooth creamy-peach plain of her upper chest, and as far as the delicate hollow of her throat with its finely filagreed tracery of her collar bone structure which surrounded it. Her nipples exploded powerfully in sympathetic geysers of thick gluteneous milk which drenched her tits, chest, stomach, the back of her sturdy tapering thighs, and wet his balls, bubbling up over her mouth to drench her chin, lower face and get up her nose. She felt his prostate deflate as it shrank from her compressing tongue, and saw his testicles deflate to the point where they disappeared into his pelvis. She felt his cum ejaculated powerfully within her pussy, pushing the cul-de-sac of her cunt back with the force of his spermatic blast. This joyful sensation ratcheted her orgasmic bliss even higher. He came and came, and she loved it, basking in the sensation of his release. He sobbed in sublime joy as he ejaculated powerfully within the tight confines of her body. He had never cum so hard or so powerfully in his life and he felt as if his entire being would leave its moorings and jet into her. As he gripped his bucking, jetting, cock inside her with his hand buried in her ass, he thought that he had never felt so close to another human being before, during the sexual act, as he felt towards this woman now. Her hand firmly clasping his, communicating her pleasure through touch, and her being *with* him through such an experience of earthly nirvana, bespoke a heart so sweetly tender that it made him weep tears of joy. He felt her ass gently release his hand, and close into a perfectly immaculate whorl once again. She uncurled herself and stood up, releasing him with a sucking gurgling sound from her pussy. She turned around and hugged him to her body, the fluids on her body smearing onto his. The audience was on its feet and cheering, their cocks hanging out of their trousers, drained of all cum. Ellie-May was at peace. Her long struggle with her new destiny was over. She had never felt such rapture before, such spiritual comfort and bliss. She would accept what she had become. She would not fight it anymore. The old Ellie-May had been abandoned in that foreign country, called the "past". The "Lord" would have to cope with it. There was no room for regret anymore. There was only her odyssey as an obviously re-crafted being. Though what her purpose was, or even what she was, was beyond her present knowledge. In the meantime she would see where it would take her, and bow to her fate, whatever that was to be. Bowing low to the audience who was on its feet giving her a standing ovation, with her vaginal and anal fluids mixed in with his cum and her sensual sweat, cum, and thick milk slipping, sliding down her body, and legs, and coating her chest, breasts and face, Ellie-May had never felt happier. She bowed again, and then, turning on her elegant heels, with a stylish whirl, she disappeared towards the showers. 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