Ron Bywood - Beast humping

The Madame and my guide shooed the girls off me finally and we went inside through about six layers of draperies and came to a big square room with a round bed in the middle and the usual mirrors all over the walls and ceiling. There were about ten or twelve guys sitting around the bed, stateside tourist types. One of them even had brought his wife along with him. She was too prim and plain-looking to be anything but a wife.

The show had already started, but I hadn't missed anything. This was only a preliminary act – warm-up for the main event. Two naked girls were going at it on the red satin bedspread, one of them was fucking the other man-style with a huge artificial prick fastened onto her lower belly by straps. I'd seen this kind of shit before and it didn't do a hell of a lot for me. The room temperature was about a hundred-and-nine degrees – they didn't have air conditioning in the brothels in those days and the tourists were all panting and sweating beads with the heat and the excitement. I pulled up a chair in the second row, away from all those steaming bodies. I figured I'd save my sweat for the donkey act.

Meanwhile the artificial cock was pounding in and out and the fat little broad that was getting it was thrashing all over the bedspread, pretending to have fantastic orgasms. I got more fun though out of watching the tourist's wife, who was sweating worse than any of the men and looked very uncomfortable. She kept one hand up to her face at all times as if she was afraid somebody from back home was going to walk in all of a sudden and recognize her.

The girls quit their dildo fuck abruptly and broke off connections to move into a new position, but just then the Madame popped in clapping her hands and sang out, "End of act one," or Spanish words to that effect. Four or five more girls had come in with her, some naked and some in G-strings, and they all climbed up onto the bed and struck leering poses, jiggling their boobs and grinding their hips for our benefit, and the two broads that had been performing got up and joined them.

Now it was up to us to decide which one of the girls we wanted to see getting her well-plugged by the donkey. I voted for a slim little giggly chick with pointy, springy tits and a cute ass, figuring she'd give us a good lively show, but most of the tourists voted for a phony blonde with a big-eyed baby-face and a pair of boobs like Sophia Loren. It figured.

Then the other chicks all disappeared, we pulled our chairs back, and a 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 trough 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 at 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 of 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 a 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 nose full of snot. 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 Goddamnest thing 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 whanging 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.