Then the other chicks all disappeared, we pulled our chairs back, and at couple of black Samsons came in and carried the bed away. At that point I was wondering how in the hell they were going to set the thing up. Getting a donkey's cock into a girl has to be some kind of a contortion, I figured, for the donkey and the girl both. There had to be some kind of apparatus.
Sure enough, they wheeled in a wooden platform and I began to see how they would manage it. The girl apparently would lie on top of the thing on her belly with her legs hanging down in back, spread wide, with her feet in stirrups and her pussy through wide-open from the ass-end. And there were raised-up shelves on both sides of the contraption where the donkey could rest his front legs when he reared up into position.
But the girl — I think they said her name was Felicia — didn't climb onto her perch right away. She was circulating around among the crowd making friends, thanking all the boys individually for picking her to fuck the donkey, and showing her gratitude with big slurpy tongue-licking kisses and by letting everybody play bouncy squeezy with her fantastic boobs.
When she came by me I passed up the titty feels and ran a handful of fingers up between her legs into her big slimy snatch, which is where I live, baby. I could tell she had a donkey-size cunt all right. Wow! She opened her legs for me and let me get my whole hand up inside her and then she clamped her thighs shut and did a fast wiggle, twisting her snatch around my fist, and it the same time she leaned forward and pressed her big flabby boobs into my face. Whoosh!
She had a real gamy, unwashed stink about her, but it was the raw, basic smell of a woman and that turns me on more than any phony perfume or dainty deodorant. That's one thing I always liked about those old-fashioned Latin whores — they stank like a woman is supposed to stink. That's something we've lost in this super-antiseptic age — the sensual value of human body-smells.
Anyway, speaking of smells, they brought in the donkey just then and he sure stank like he was supposed to all right. He was a little squatty, stump-legged bugger. Must've been half burro. His cock was still limp, but Felicia soon took care of that. She started off stroking his neck and patting his nose and then she pressed one of her big boobies to his mouth and rubbed it around and damned if that donkey didn't start in licking around the nipple with his big old tongue. She must've had honey smeared on it or something. Anyway that gave us all a good laugh.
After little of that she ducked down underneath his belly and started teasing his prick with her fingers. The donkey shuffled his hooves around and blew out a noseful. She was beginning to get to him. Then Felicia lifted her head up with her tongue snaking out, and damn if she didn't start in licking the shit out of that old donkey dick. It was the God damnedest thing to watch you ever saw. I heard a big gasp from the tourist broad. She probably didn't believe women did this nasty thing to men's pricks, let alone to donkeys. It sure was a sight all right, seeing that black dong swelling and stretching out like somebody blowing up a balloon. It must've wound up at least a foot long at its full extension and she was slobbering over it like crazy, licking it all up and down its length and letting the ugly old thing slide way down her throat and then easing it out again.
Finally she had that bugger so hot and horny he was tossing his head and tail around and stamping his front feet and quivering his withers — he looked like he was going to explode any second. She jumped up then and the two attendants ran out and grabbed the donkey or else he would've climbed right up on her then and there before she could get in position. He was kicking around and snorting to beat hell. Felicia climbed onto the platform and got set and then she yelled she was ready, and the guys led the donkey in behind her and let him rear up. Then they ducked out of the way in a hurry. From there on that fucking donkey didn't need any help from anyone — he knew what to do. He lunged right in against the girl's ass, his big belly up over her back and his long prong bobbing behind her. It looked like he was going to crush the shit out of her, but with his front legs set in the tracks on each side of her I guess his weight didn't come down on top of her the way it looked. But his prick was wanging the hell out of her rear end, bumping and butting at it before it found the hole. He finally got down under the crack of her ass and settled into the slot, right on target. But there still was a lot more stomping around with his hind legs and tail twitching before he actually worked it into her pearly gates and started driving it home. Felicia was yipping and yelling the whole time, telling him, "Fuck me, Pepe," in Spanish and English all mixed together.
Just to see it happening you'd have sworn that fucking donkey was ripping the living shit out of the poor helpless girl, but no such thing. She was even laughing, along with all the yelling and whooping. I don't know how many times she'd done this act before, but she must've been damn well broken in. The donkey kept on humping and humping at her for quite a while. I was surprised — I didn't think they went on that long. I'd heard that horses just made a couple of quick plunges and shot their wads and I assumed donkeys would be the same. But they must've had this bugger trained to hold his fire and make a better show of it for the crowd.
It was wild and exciting to watch — I'll say that — but a little sickening too in a way. Seeing that fucking ramrod disappearing at least a foot up inside a girl's guts had to make you wince a little.
When the donkey came finally, he must've shot a half-a-gallon of juice up her alley — it came oozing back out all around her ass and dripped down the backs of her legs. She let out a big yahoo and right away the big boys came out and pulled the donkey back off her and led him away with his prick still a half-a-yard long and a big streamer of goo dangling off the end of it.
Felicia hopped down off her perch, as spry as ever as far as I could see. She didn't took any the worse for her ordeal, although her body was dripping wet with sweat and her pussy and ass were all lathered white with the donkey's cream.
"You like?" she said with a big happy smile and we all gave her a round of applause. I was thinking, "I wonder what the hell she could do for an encore." But that was the end of the formal entertainment, Felicia went around the circle collecting tips from the tourists and it looked to me as if she made quite a haul for herself. But she'd earned every nickel of it as far as I was concerned. I only hoped the Goddamn madame would let her keep a few bucks of it for herself, but probably not. Those Cuban whores lived a real slave existence in those days, from all I heard.
Then all the other girls came back in the room bare-ass naked and tried to interest the guys in a little private hanky-panky to round off the evening. I latched onto the little giggly chick that had caught my eye in the first place, and twenty more bucks to the madame fixed it up so I could take her back to the hotel with me for an all-night ball.
Unfortunately she didn't speak a hell of a lot of English. Most of the Cuban whores were recruited off the farms — a lot of them shipped in from Mexico — so they hadn't had much chance to learn English. I wanted to ask the kid about what it was like screwing the donkey — how the girls got broken in for it and all that. With a lot of sign language and pantomime I found out that she didn't enjoy donkey-fucking a hell of a lot, this girl. She had only done it a couple of times so far. Felicia seemed to get the call more than any of the other girls, and Felicia loved doing it with the donkey. But this chick of mine — I forget what she said her name was — said that the girls practiced for it with a huge, donkey-sized wooden dildo. The brothel operators would diddle a new girl with that monster until she could take it up her cunt a foot-and-a-half without shitting a brick, and then they'd figure she was ready to tackle the donkey.