Unknown - Pony girl

Women were dressed up in plumes and sequins and tight gowns and they sat all over the men and danced with them as if they were making love. The men drank and roared and were loud with their lewd jokes. There was an act coming on and everyone was waiting for it with great anticipation.

"From Mexico, Tequila," Lena heard one man say to another. "Girl does it with a donkey!!!"

"Really, man? Shit. Women are disgusting. Shit. That's one thing I can't wait to see!!" replied his friend, a hairy man with a big stain down the front of his white shirt.

"I wonder what she gets paid for doing it," said Bill at her ear.

Lena wondered too and already a plan was forming in her head. She didn't say anything about it to Bill. But she waited with interest for the act to begin too.

The act, when it finally happened, was very disappointing. At least Lena thought so. The crowd didn't seem to be well versed in the art of fucking an animal, so they didn't seem to notice how Consuela, the Mexican senorita, faked it.

Maybe they noticed and didn't care, pondered Lena, sipping her drink and watching Bill's face as it grew red with lasciviousness and he gripped her thigh. Maybe the crowd felt they got what they paid for when they got excited by the mere idea of a woman fucking a donkey.

For all Consuela did was come out in a kinky costume of leather, and high-heeled leather boots. She wore a mantilla in her hair, and a veil, and she did a striptease. Paring down slowly, in time to rhythmic music, to a black bra that revealed more of her long sleek boobies than it covered, and a g-string that split open her cunt and disappeared between her buttocks behind, she was quite sexy-looking, Lena had to admit.

But Lena was more interested, professionally, in the donkey. It was brought on and tethered to a post at the beginning of the act when Consuela started to strip. She directed her striptease at the donkey, but he didn't seem to notice or care when she spread her legs in front of his nose and played with her cunt for him.

Lena couldn't even see that the donkey, a dirty, but not old thing, got hard.

Then after much splitting of her cunt and her ass, and playing with her tits for the audience's sake, Consuela sat down on the donkey's back, her open cunt flat against his hide, and rode him around back and forth on the stage while she squirmed and let on that even this felt good.

Finally, as the hoots and hisses of the crowd urged her on, she crawled beneath the grey creature and locked her legs up around his back. Her back lay on the floor and she pretended to touch the donkey's genitals with her hands. She smiled a big wet grin at the audience and said, "Oh, he is so big. I want his donkey-dick in me." And as the audience whistled and yelled, she moved her hips up as if she were inserting a dick in her, and then she moved back and forth. But all the action was really hidden from view. It was just a simulation, Lena decided, though Consuela brought the house down with applause. She went through the tables after that, in her g-string and bra, collecting tips in a hat.

"How did you like that?" Bill asked afterwards, as they made their way home supporting each other through the hot dry streets.

"It was okay," said Lena nonchalantly.

"Think you'd ever like to do it with a donkey?" he asked.

"Nope," she said.

He left the next morning for Tulsa saying she was welcome to stay until he got back and he was sure she'd find some way to make money. She kissed him goodbye and then went back to bed. That afternoon she managed to let a shop clerk allow her to buy some clothes: a pair of sexy panties, black with a slit at the crotch, and a bra with open holes for the nipples to slip through, on credit.

She took these with her back to the Black Pussycat, the bar where the donkey act was playing. She knocked on the basement door and was told the Black Pussycat didn't open until ten.

"I'm here to see Consuela," she said, and finally she was admitted after she told the voice she had some money for Consuela.

The Mexican girl, (Lena doubted whether she was really even Mexican), was sitting in her dressing room eating dinner. She listened curiously to the strange girl's proposal to take over her act for a few nights.

"How much do you make a night?" Lena asked.

"I make about fifty bucks a night," Consuela blew blue smoke out of her reddened lips. She was dressed in a torn and dirty silk kimono and she sat amid a dressing room full of clothes: feather boas, more dirty silk kimonos, g-strings in all colors and the like.

"The bar gives me twenty-five and I make the rest in tips," Consuela said.

"I'll give you the twenty-five bucks every night for a week, if you'll let me do the act and collect all the tips," the confident Lena said.

"How do I know you can handle this act?" asked Consuela coolly. This girl looked mighty young to her.

"Where's your donkey? I'll show you," said Lena.

Consuela took Lena around to the back where there was a shed in the yard. The donkey, whose name was Pepe, was in there munching on his dinner.

With one adept movement, Lena dropped her panties and lifted her skirt. Then she was down on the ground under Pepe. Her hands quickly, gently stroked his furry sheath, so much smaller than the cock-holders of her beloved stallions back home.

Before the donkey could realize that someone new was playing with him, his sheath had released his tiny little cock, all slick and red like a stallion's, but so much smaller!

Lena laughed at the thought of how cushy this job would be, as she relaxedly pulled her cunt up over the donkey's cock and began going up and down.

Consuela stared wide-eyed and finally said, "Okay! Okay! My God, you can stop now! I believe you can do the act!"

Lena dropped back down to the ground and rolled out from under the donkey. Pepe seemed to look at her with some malevolence in his red donkey eyes, because she had excited him so far, more than he had been excited in a long time, as Consuela did not allow him to mate with females of his kind while they were on the road, and yet she had not brought him to ejaculation.

Lena laughed and patted him on the head. "I'll see you tonight Pepe. You'll get another chance." She shook hands with Consuela on the deal, and then Consuela took her to meet the proprietor of the house and explain the change in the act for the next week to come.

That night, or rather the next morning, for the donkey act didn't go on until one in the morning, Lena was all set. She was a little nervous, she had to admit, because she had never performed in front of people before, not even in a school play.

But she reminded herself what the money was for: an abortion, and freedom, a beginning of a new life of independence and freedom, far away from the man who first poured a male's smelly corruption into her body and left her with no peace in life.

Lena began her act differently than Consuela. Lena came on in a filmy black nightie that just barely came down to the top of the black briefs. She wore high black heels and she pretended to be waiting for her husband to come home. She pretended to be dusting her home with Consuela's big black feather duster, and she raised her black negligee and dusted her big swaying boobs while the audience whistled and licked its lips. Then she bent over and showed the crowd the split in her black panties and she pretended to dust what lay between the split. She indicated to the audience that she sure wished her husband would come home because she wanted to… and she made gestures with the handle end of the duster which left no doubt about what she wanted to do.

The crowd roared with laughter when the donkey walked on stage and Lena pretended to express love and delight that her darling husband was home. She caressed the donkey's face and ears, murmuring "Pepe" in his scruffy ears.