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.
This girl had a hell of an elastic twat, I must say, because I didn't have anything like what that donkey had, cock-wise, but she still gave me a good tight screw all the same. But then, she was still just a young kid at that time. Give her another year or two in Havana brothels, fucking donkeys and every other damn thing that came along, and that poor little cunt of hers would look like the Grand Canyon — like Felicia's.
I never got a chance to check up on the matter though. Castro moved in and took over the whole works before I ever got back to Havana again and I hear he put all the brothels out of business right off first thing. It must've been quite a blow to those poor girls, having to go out and go to work. But the one I really feel sorry for is that donkey. No more screwing pretty pink pussies for him. He must've wondered what he did wrong. The lousy communists probably got him pulling a junk wagon or some such thing. Poor little donkey. That revolution really fucked up his sex-life.
Chapter Two
Through the years, if historians ancient and modern are to be believed, there is hardly a creature — bird, beast or fish — that has not been used for man's sexual gratification.
We have already referred to the Roman arena spectacles, wherein giraffes, leopards, mandrills, bulls and boars were involved in the action. It is also recorded that Roman ladies of that time enjoyed running snakes up their vaginas in the warm weather for a cool, refreshing fuck.
In ancient Egypt both men and women regularly consorted with goats. In the temples, goats were advertised as incarnations of Gods, and were specially trained to provide sex-services to worshippers of either sex. Monkeys were also put to sexual use, dog-faced baboons being especially popular. And most intriguing of all, there are reports that some resourceful and highly adventurous Egyptians of the time even managed intercourse with crocodiles.
Chickens and other barnyard fowl have always been popular and are still often used today. Men also have been known to enjoy intercourse with dolphins and sea-cows, and women have found sensual delight in inserting squirming fish up into their jaded quims.
