The difference between a fairy tail, and a sea story is that one starts out with “Once upon a time…” and the other starts out with, “Now this ain’t no bullshit… The story I’m about to tell you is true, and as close in detail as I can remember it. It has been a very long time since I too went in search of the imfamous Donkey Show in Tiajuana, Mexico, or crossed the border, to watch a Jackass, mule, burro, donkey, pony put it to some fucked up/sleazy, down on her luck/dirty/poor/low life/worn out/wretch of a puta/whore/slut/stretched out cum guzzling woman, as the rumor at that time went. Of course like every sailor who crosses the border from San Diego, California down into Tiajuana, Mexico, I was at first just interested in dipping my own wick in some of that young slick ready, south of the border pussy to care too much about some old over the hill scum hag putting out for animals in front of a crowd now that her cunt was so worn out from human cock that it took me several weekends before I even tried looking. But once started I was diligent to the utmost.

Don’t let the fact that just because it was Mexico, and a border town at that, that the city of Tiajuana, Mexico is small, by any means. It’s huge in land area, if not piled high with tall skyscrapers, and is one hell of a stretch of the legs to walk around in, and not in the most scenic, or fragrant of atmosphere’s either, as other than those places that bow to the tourist, and sailor trade, the areas around town for the most part are three times worse than any slum here in America because of the transits waiting to sneak across our border anyway they can to find jobs and a good home over here.

That being said, you can see how it took me most of one summer to finally find this fabled hot spot, supposedly known by every cab driver in Tiajuana, Mexico, though they could never seem to find it either, and ended up dropping me off at the bar paying them the most at the time after running you around town to build up their fare, of course.

STORY:

Still, I guess I was more persistent than most, but it wasn’t until I finally just said; “To hell with it!” that I lucked out. I had bought a car, an old ‘59’ Ford Fairlane that I lovingly called ‘Medic,’ because I literally kept it running with chicken wire and chewing gum, that barely creeps up to the speed limit if you kissed its ass. (However it did make the search, as well as other things possible, and it was cheaper than taxis by a long shot, and a hell of a lot less likely to be stolen either.) In any event, it was about three weeks before we were to ship out for overseas duty, when I was once again in old ‘Medic’ cruising out the main gate of the San Diego, California Navy Base, when I pulled up to the first stop light, and a Fire Engine red GTO pulled up next to me, with a loud throaty roar thundering from its side exhaust pipes, jacked up, sleek, and loaded for bear. The driver, who I later learned was an Ensign from a rich family, just dying to get it on and show the cute blond in the car with him, just what he was made of. Now old ‘Medic’ couldn’t beat a turtle off the line if a bomb went off behind it, but with her muffler all shot to hell, she sounded nearly as loud, and gutsy as the Goat, so for fun I put it in neutral and gunned the engine as if in challenge.

It was just what the Admiral ordered for that pompous young Ensign, and he floored it as the light turned green. Thunder enveloped that street corner, flames spilled out of those side exhausts, the back wheels spinning suddenly at top RPMs building a dense cloud of rubberized fog as that GTO shot forward in a neck snapping rocket like horizontal blast off. I, of course, put old ‘Medic’ back in gear, and puttered down the road once again on my way, but only after the smoke cleared enough for me to see 30 feet in front of me, the Goat trail marked by the tire tracks all that was left by then. I barely went a mile down the road when I caught site of that Fire Engine red once again, and damned if it wasn’t still smoking. Only thing was, it wasn’t moving anymore, as the poor dumb bastard had blown his engine, rear axle, and tranny all to hell in that one spurt off the line next to me. Remembering the girl, I pulled over to see if I could offer my aid.

“Well,” she said, “I see chivalry isn’t dead after all. I’m Stacy, and if that,” she pointed at ‘Medic,’ “can move without snapping my neck off at every stop sign or traffic light, then you’ve got a rider. That is, if you’re on your way to the border.”

“I am indeed,” I replied, “but what about your boyfriend?”

“You’re kidding right? He’s more interested in his car right now than he is in me.”

I had to agree, seeing as how the guy was in a nearby phone booth trying to call a tow while this delectable piece of California blond bunny fluff beach goddess in cut offs, a tied under her braless mammoth tits shirt, and three inch high platformed heeled sandals stood in front of me with a face full of chagrin, and a mouth full of sarcastic wit ready, or at least it seemed so, to break the color barrier if I would only show my interest.

I simply turned, opened the passenger door, and said, “Your chariot awaits me lady,” and was rewarded with a brilliant smile, not to mention seeing all that wonderful flesh roll, sway, and jiggle tucking itself into my car before I closed the door. My cock already stretching out my Bermuda shorts as I walked around and got in before driving off, and leaving the open mouthed Ensign starring at us from the phone booth.

It’s a good hour’s drive or so to the border from there in old Medic, and we talked most of the way there. That’s how I found out that the guy was an ensign, and his family was well to do, but I also found out that Stacy was going to meet some of her friends at the Greyhound Dog Racing Track for drinks and any other mischief they could get into, and I immediately accepted her invitation to join them. Not once, during the whole drive down to the border did we touch, even accidentally, and I was beginning to think that this was just one of those times when all the signs were there, but no way would this white girl step over the line and have sex with a black man like me. Boy was I wrong.

We’d no sooner passed under the archway bridge at the border than Stacey’s left hand went to the bulge in my pants as she scooted over to my side of the car, and rubbed those luscious soft curves up next to me. I understood in a flash what was taking place. We were in a different country now, different rules, and standards prevailed here. She no longer had to be daddy’s perfect little white princess now, and anyone looking on wouldn’t give us those dirty looks that they would on the American side of the border. In ten seconds flat she had my zipper down, and was hauling out my uncut prick.

“Holy shit!” Stacy gasped, “It’s true! You black fuckers ARE built like a mule!”

“It’s only ten inches,” I replied, as modestly as I could.

“No shit! And so black too! Damn!” She fairly swooned just holding me in both of her dainty white hands, and started stroking me, sliding the foreskin back and forth over the crown as if fascinated by just having a black prick in her white hands. I could see already that she wanted more.

“Go ahead, taste it,” I suggested, and with my right hand behind her head I added incentive by pulling her head down into my lap, adding, “I know the way to the track.”

Stacy never hesitated, almost swooping down on my cock as she parted her pouting lips and sucked in as much black cock as she could spaghetti fashion. In no time at all her blond head was bobbing up and down in my crotch giving me the blow job of all blow jobs, and I barely managed to park ‘Medic’ at the track parking lot before blowing my load all over her tonsils. She never lost a drop, just sucked it all down her gullet, and finished cleaning me off before raising up her head with this silly satisfied smile of mischief on her face.

“Now I know,” Stacy said, “why that girl sucks and fucks the donkey.”

“You’ve seen the Donkey Show?” I asked.

“Well sure,” she replied, “my friends and I go down there every other weekend just to watch and see who from the audience will give it a try next.”

“Down where?” I inquired.

“You’ll see,” she snickered, “just stick with me. If I know my friends, and I do, the other girls will try to steal you away from me, but if you say your with me, I’ll see to it that this Viper of yours,” and she gently petted my prick, “gets plenty of action during this weekend, and the future.”

************

Now being an enlisted man meant that I had to be frugal with my money, and wasting cash betting on hounds chasing a steel rabbit around the track isn’t anyway to hang onto hard earned money. However Stacey didn’t seem to mind, and in fact placed several bets for me with her money just so that I would remain comfortable around her friends. And what a group of friends she had. Indeed, other than Jerry, a tall lanky 21 year old surfer type with sandy hair, I was the only other male there. I don’t think any one in our group was over 22 years old, and that was me. Stacey was the youngest at 18, all of five foot nothing, measuring out nearly Dolly Partonish in every way, save for her curvy hips and bubble like butt, with a face that would have made Madonna green with envy, and a waist that would have made a Barbie doll blush. The girl was all soft like a down pillow, with no excess fat anywhere. Her girl friends, Janice a brunet, Ginger a red head, and Trish a platinum blond were all in the same sorority that Stacey was pledging for, and there wasn’t a dog anywhere in the bunch other than those, of course, racing around the track that day.

I was huddled amongst the white affluent upper middle class, as they wallowed in their despotic freedom from mom and pop’s coat tails, and grooving every moment. By 1300 I had shanked Stacey in the women’s restroom on a dare from Ginger, by 1400 my black cock had been sucked in the top back of the stands by all three of Stacey’s friends, with her permission, of course, and I’d even won $500.00 on a Greyhound named Chevy’s Chase, which I split with Stacey, since it had been her money in the first place.

From the track we went to dinner, again Stacey paid my way, with a credit card this time, actually paying for everybody’s dinner to cover any embarrassment I might have, and I greatly appreciated her understanding in the matter. By her small efforts she’d made me an equal, something unthought of back in America back then, and I returned her affection more than willingly that weekend, and many other weekends to come.

“Stacey tells me that you’ve never seen the Donkey Show,” Ginger said as Stacey signed for the meal.

“Not for lack of trying,” I replied, “in fact I’ve looked all over this town hunting for the show, and finally gave up last week after following a stupid rumor to an empty old shack.”

“Well no wonder,” Janice piped in, “the Donkey Show isn’t in town. In fact it isn’t really in any town, that I know of, is it Trish?”

“Nope,” Trish replied, jiggling and giggling, “it’s about ten miles south of here, at an old hacienda where they used to train bulls for the ring. An American bought the place, covered the bull arena with a big tent and added a lot more seats, as well as sectioning the arena off into four separate areas for his kinky hijinks. I hear he pays a lot to the local police to be left alone, but that may be just a rumor.”

“Why four areas?” I inquired, getting up with the rest as we headed for the door.

“Well,” Stacey replied, “it’s like a four ring circus. In one area, you can watch a girl getting fucked by various breeds of dogs, in the next area the girls take on Billy goats, and other animals, then there’s the equine area, where the donkey, pony, or small horses perform.”

“What’s the fourth area for,” I wondered out loud.

“That’s set aside for visitors,” Ginger laughed throatily, “for those rare women who think, or are persuaded by a dare, by their boyfriends usually, into trying a little bestial sex themselves after seeing the other shows. Usually after they get the girl drunk, or high enough that she’s so zonked she’d fuck an elephant and never remember how she got so sore between the legs the next day.”

“It’s all quite clean, and sort of overly sanitary, for the most part, with the professional whores that work there,” Stacey informed me as we headed for my car apart from the others for the first time since meeting them, “but once they announce that a visitor is gonna give it a try, the other areas shut down because everybody wants to go and see that.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet,” I replied, and in short order we were following Jerry’s Mustang, the car, not a horse, and tooling south while Stacey’s honey blond tresses bounced up and down once again sucking on my big black prick.

The place looked more like a dude ranch in Texas as we approached it on the dirt road, on first sight, save for the tented arena in back with row upon row of parked cars lined up as if at a football stadium during the Rose Bowl. There was a large adobe house there for greeting, paying, and signing in, and a great big old fashioned barn turned motel inside to accommodate those who wanted a little privacy after seeing what took place under the tent, along with a large newly constructed warehouse type of building further back, that I later learned was the stables where they kept all of the trained studs. There were several corrals, and a lot of fenced in well watered pasture surrounding the common area including a few actual trees for shade before the desert cacti took over again just past the property limits.

“Quite a place,” I said, getting out of the car, and tucking my dick back into my shorts.

“Yeah,” Ginger said, giggling again as Stacey wiped my cum from her lips, “and this isn’t even the interesting part yet.”

************

Our luck was still holding as we entered the area marked simply, “Equestrienne,” and found seats right up front. The burro, a slop-eyed, sad faced little creature was already standing with its trainer to the side, a big burly Latino fellow in khakis, as two other men placed a padded bench not more than six feet in front of us while two girls lead in one of the most beautiful Mexican senorita’s I have ever seen, dressed in wedding white, wearing a garterbelt, stockings, high heels, and quarter cup bra that hid nothing and emphasized every bit of her curving charms. This was no over the hill, eighty year old hooker past her prime, this was a young vibrant women at the height of her beauty, and fully in bloom, a nymphet no less. She had full slopping round breasts, with half dollar sized aureole, that bulged out at us around a 38C almost D and water balloon firm, a tight washboard abdomen tucked in to show her flaring hips to great advantage, and I swear she had legs that any dancer would have envied going right up to her tight ass. The woman couldn’t have been more than Stacey’s age if that, and as alluring, and innocent looking a piece of ass as any man would be proud to take home to his mother to show off with, or dare raping on the sly if he thought he could get away with it. I guess the white bridal veil she wore with the long flowing train held by the other two girls, made what she was about to do with the donkey all that much more incredibly shocking, just in its symbology, but I know my dick, even after all it had been through already that day, was getting hard once again in anticipation.

“Oh goody,” Stacey squealed, “she’s playing the bride today. You’ll love this,” and then the house lights began to dim as the spotlight followed the three women all the way to the padded bench.

************

It’s probably not the best idea in the world to ogle one beautiful woman while you’re in another beautiful woman’s company, let alone a pack of them, but they too were fascinated by what was about to take place right there in front of us. The bridal party consisting of three girls began to walk slowly forward as the wedding march blared out of the speakers and a man dressed in a ceremonial robe took a position just in front of the padded bench, while the man in khakis led the burro over to in front of him and waited for the girls. I felt several hands groping for my zipper, pulling it down and then reaching in to haul out my semi erect prick. A quick look down made it evident that both Stacey and Ginger had the same idea as first one then the other took my cock into their mouths passing it back and forth sucking it. I saw Jerry was getting the same treatment by the other two so turned my attention back to the arena then.

The guy in the flowing purple and red robes said something to the bride, and after she nodded eagerly, he turned to the burro, and the donkey raised and lowered his head in agreement also.

“I pronounce you two husband and wife,” cried out the robed figure, “you may kiss and consumate your unnatural love for each other.”

That gorgeous chick actually lifted her veil and gave that donkey a big smooch leaving lipstick on the ugly bastard’s lips as if he truly were her new husband. The animal in turn bent his head, and put his mouth to the girl’s crotch and began to lick that pussy as if it were an apple covered in caramel, and damned if that slut didn’t hump her hips up at his tongue in response with her legs slightly spread as she grabbed his ears and held on. I nearly came right then, and only barely managed to hang on because that’s when the mouth swap took place again at my dick. The girl being licked by the donkey however did soon cum, or made sounds as if she were, and as she squealed in a frenzy, her back arched backward allowing the other two girls to push the padded bench up behind her so that she could end up on her back face up, legs spread, and arms held out in open invitation for her husband, the donkey, to take her before the panting audience of voyeurs.

It was then that I looked to see how the donkey was taking all this, and gasped when I saw that the beast had a hard on that rivaled a woman’s whole arm from fist to shoulder. Now I seldom brag about my ten inches of thick black dick, but in truth I know how hard it is for most women to take all of me, and here before me was this wisp of a woman, petite at maybe all of 5’2” and built like a brick shit house that any human male would give their left nut to fuck, and she was gonna take on all of that? No way! And then I realized, she didn’t have to take the whole damn thing in, she just had to let it take all of her.

The trainer stayed with the donkey the whole time walking him forward, and over the chick on the padded bench without stepping on, or squashing her in the process, and they must have done this many times, as it came off without a hitch with that big burro arm ending up right there smack up against the girls slippery wet, saliva slick slit. She immediately lifted her legs and arms up around the beasts sides in the classic whore’s victory hug as one of the other girls took hold of the donkey’s cock about a foot back from the head, to hold it in place. I watched spell bound then, like the crowd all around us as the girl holding that massive prick stated stroking it causing the donkey’s back to bend upward as his hind legs suddenly jerked forward causing his cock to spear into the woman’s pussy by at least six inches right off the bat head. Her scream splitting the tent’s air when he entered her.

“AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

My dick started jumping as my balls erupted, and I came in the mouth of that moment right along with the woman out there at center stage as the donkey heaved into her yet again, and again, and again fucking his human bride right up to where the other girl’s hand still held onto his cock, to keep him from rupturing the girl he was fucking, I supposed. There was no terror, fear, or pain masking the young woman’s face as she gave herself willingly to that horrific prick, only tension, and contentment as she did her best to meet each stroke of that formidable weapon stretching her to limits that were inconceivable to most, but all in a days work for her out here. I couldn’t imagine her twat being pried open much worse unless she were to give birth, that’s how fascinating the whole thing was, and when the bastard did at last cum in that poor mangled pussy it was like watching some wild assed fire hose under full pressure where the nozzle is held down in a snake hole. There was this weird sort of pussy farting noise, and suddenly out around their connection squirted great globs of donkey semen backfiring at the two other girls faces near by spritzing them like a shaken up bottle of Pepsi as it sprayed out onto both of their faces directly from that whore’s over stuffed cunt. I heard Jerry and a few others moan as people all around me came at the same time as that donkey did in that poor Mexican girl’s warped snatch.

The two bride’s maids licked up each other, then dove tongue first into the source, and licked both around the animal’s cock, and the girls leaking pussy until the donkey was backed off of the exhausted young woman, extricating his fuck arm, leaving her with what I can only describe as a vast cave, or well filled with his spunk. It caused me to shiver, hopefully not in envy of the donkey’s prowess, but for that poor stretched out fuckhole now useless to any man living as the whore lay there with this crazy contented smile on her face, and a cunt you could now park a Semi-truck in.

“Damn!” Came out from between my lips more like a breath being released after having been held for a long time, as the girl was hauled away on that bench like a stretcher.

“You like that sailor boy?” Ginger giggled speaking pigeon English as bad as any Philippine Bar trollop right then. “Wait until you see Stacey fuck one of their dogs.”

“Huh?” Was about all I could manage over this new revelation.

“As part of her initiation as a pledge to our sorority, she has to fuck one of the dogs down here this weekend, and we have to take a few pictures of her doing it back with us to prove that she did.”

I looked over at Stacey then, but the blush enveloping the rest of her body after reddening her face said it all. Stacey was going to become a bitch, a real bitch, and today.

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3 Comments to “The Donkey Show”

1. RinSnSn — May 16, 2008 @
   

   Does it not bother anybody that, though this story is obviously about a \’Donkey Show,\’ the accompanying illustration shows a girl blowing a DOG??

2. joebee — June 30, 2009 @
   

   yes i want more love to see donkey fucking the girl

3. espana — November 22, 2009 @
   

   good story. I Have seen the show so its a good description when are you gona let the dog out

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