You Fuck’en Guys Ruined My Pussy 02

Literotic asexstories – You Fuck’en Guys Ruined My Pussy 02 by erectus123,erectus123
YOU FUCK’EN GUYS RUINED MY PUSSY #2 (REVENGE)

If you’ve read story #1, you know about Professor Robert McGill’s missus, Marylyn. Before their May-December wedding, McGill had twenty-five years on the babe. She was a good-looking American dream boat, with blond hair, bangs down to the edge of her big eyes, two large breasts that reached out to every man’s imagination, a few well-placed freckles, a cute little nose, and luckily for Professor Robert, she had been his former grad student.

Having spent long hours helping the babe with her with her master’s thesis he’d had every opportunity to groom the young lady and make himself appear desirable. Robert had money, although he was as tight as a Scotsman hoarding his haggis. He had status and full tenure when they married. What was most appealing to the young miss was the diminutive size of his tadger (Scottish for wee-wee). When after a few Martinis, Bob finally got his tadger into her fud (Scottish for cunt), she hardly knew he was there except for the pineapple tears his dicky–boy left behind after his tadger exited her fud.

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The professor was well aware of his fiancee’s consensual sexual encounter with four well-endowed college frat boys. Her unfortunate experience was a legend known by just about every student who attended Gravity University, in San Diego. The legend, in brief, was of four well-hung jocks who set out one night, to open up a coed’s vaginal channel wide enough, as one said,

“When I’m done with your cunt, you can go down to Tijuana, get fucked by a donkey, and get all your drinks for free,”

So said a guy with a beer-can dick attempting to ream her vaginal channel as wide as the Panama Canal.

Marylyn, the name she preferred to be called, as her childhood name reminded her of the boys who taunted her while she permitted them to gang-rape her at the behest of her boyfriend. Otto believed it was his sacred obligation to share her pussy with his frat brothers. Otto gaslighted Marylyn into thinking this was a normal request. He insisted she prove her love by performance. Foolishly, she trusted her boyfriend and agreed to his sordid request, not knowing it would create a life-changing alteration of her genitalia and damage her psychologically for years to come.

The professor knew her sexual history, which she confessed in tears. The story elicited a strong boner. Bob believed he could manipulate her into being his sex object. He assumed she’d be grateful to marry a man who’d accept all her baggage. The professor, a voyeur, found the story of her sexual ordeal very exciting. By the time she finished her confession, he’d cum all over himself.

Here is a recap of Marylyn’s unfortunate sexual history.

Otto-“Tonight is your chance to prove how much you love me.”

“You know I love you,” said Marylyn.”

“I’m trying to tell you, tonight you have to have sex with four of my frat brothers.”

“How can you ask me that?”

“If you love, you will obey me. Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“Will you let my fraternity brothers fuck you? It will come down so quickly you will hardly know you’ve been barebacked?”

“Barebacked, can’t they wear a condom?

“They don’t like condoms, it kills the sensation, and you’re on the pill so what difference does it make?”

If I let them fuck me bareback, will that make you love me more?”

“Of course it will.”

“Do you think they would be satisfied with a super blowjob?”

“I doubt it, but you can ask.”

Otto walked her up to his frat house bedroom and surprised her by saying,

“I’ll fuck you first, but from the rear, doggy style.”

Marylyn rolled over onto her belly and lifted her thighs, awaiting Otto’s vaginal penetration, passing his cock between her legs past her ass crack. Otto spat on his cock and started working it into her tight asshole.

“What are you doing? I thought we were doing doggy.”

“Oh sweetheart, I gotta keep your cunt clean for the brothers,” and with a few deep shoves, he painfully seated most of his shaft inside her butt and just about split her ass in half. Otto was as normal as a 9-inch cock can be when it gets jammed tight in your asshole.

Marylyn let out a yell. She had never felt such pain. After a few deep thrusts, Otto ejaculated and quickly pulled out, which exacerbated the injury. He grabbed her white panties to wipe off his poopy dick and threw the ripe garment in the trash can, announcing in a loud voice,

“The frat guys are here.”

“I don’t want any introduction,” said Marylyn. “Just let them fuck me and get gone. Can you give me a damp washcloth, Otto, you made a mess of my ass. You didn’t even give me a chance to douche.”

Once she wiped her butt clean, Marylyn rolled onto her back. When she looked up, she was embarrassed realizing the four guys lined up at the side of the bed had witnessed Otto butt fuck her.

Jo-Jo said to Otto, “I ain’t fucking into your cum leavings.”

“She’s clean. Jo-Jo, I butt fucked her knowing you are a fussy fucker.”

“I’m not fussy, I just don’t dip my wick in another guy’s cum juice,” said the big lineman, “but as long as her pussy is clean I’ll fuck her.”

“Oh thanks for that,” said Marylyn.

“That snarky comment is gonna be paid for,” said Jo-Jo as he

climbed on top, his hairy muscular chest pressed against her large mammaries as he tried to shove his big dick into Marylyn’s tight pussy.

Marylyn shouted to Otto, “Give me some lube; this guy’s dick is huge.”

Otto found a jar of Vaseline, and Jo-Jo lubed up with the yellow grease, smearing his wide big cock and balls.

“Please go slow,” whimpered Marylyn.

“I’ll go as I see fit, I don’t take orders from the bitch I’m fucking.”

Jo-Jo had no intention of rushing. He intended to take his time, twisting and turning slowly giving her the ‘old in and out’ with his big dick. He had no consideration for the injury he was causing.

Marylyn gasped, her eyes teared up with the big man’s powerful penis thrusts. The pain was extreme. Thankfully, three minutes later, Jo-Jo’s balls triggered his cum button, and he shot a massive load. Marylyn thought her grief was over, but the mastodon cock continued to thrust into her wet cum filled pussy intent on opening her as wide as possible. This ordeal went on for the next five minutes until his dick softened.

By the time Jo-Jo finished his demonic attack, the college student’s once-tight pussy was as loose as a goose. When Jo-Jo extracted his shovel-headed cock, his sperm splashed over Marylyn’s thighs and belly leaving her wet and humiliated.

Jo-Jo added insult to injury announcing to his fellow marauders,

“I own this cunt, and you guys get sloppy seconds. You ought to thank me for opening up the bitch’s tight pussy.”

Harry, next in line, refused to lube, saying

“She’s already cum-lubed, there is no need to grease up my dick.”

Harry pulled Marylyn’s legs further apart and pointed his long thin ten-inch dick high into her hairless mound but instead of his cock, he shoved both his balls inside, deep between her butterfly labia.”

Marylyn was relieved for the moment, even with his two balls stretching her tight entry it wasn’t that painful.

“Are you finished,” she asked.

“Oh no, I’m just getting started by balling you, now I’m gonna fuck you.”

After his balls had a pussy cum bath, Harry pulled them out and inserted his big hard-on into her cavern. Marylyn cried out in pain as he hammered her entrance.

“Go slow, you fucker; I ain’t no piece of meat.”

“For me, you are. You, my bitch,” said Harry with the exactitude of a sculpture carving a cunt out of marble.

Marylyn’s sounds of agony furthered Harry’s excitement. With his cock deep inside her loose pussy, he chewed her nipples till she cried out, and then he ejaculated. Marlyn’s cunt was overflowing in the sea from both men’s semen. To her relief, Harry finally pulled out.

George, next in line, piped up, “Dear lady, my dick is so tiny you won’t even feel it,” but George was a famous liar.

As Harry lifted his weight off of her large tits, George lept on top as if a trapeze artist. With the force of gravity and his weight, he flew through the air and jammed his seven-inch beer can cock inside her, ripping sections of her once beautiful butterfly labia.

Mary screamed,

“You’re too big,” she muttered and cried out as George tore her cunt apart, sucking up the terrible pain out of her love of Otto.

Content with his forced entry, George set to work to widen the trench, reaching down with his hand, he gripped his cock where the staff met his belly and gyrated his dick in a circular motion to produce lasting damage. Saying,

“Honeybunch, when I’m done laying pipe, your sluice will be so wide you can go down to Tijuana and let a donkey fuck you and get all your drinks for free,”

Mary grimaced at George’s inappropriate remark, but she never forgot it and it plagued her for many years. Was that who she was, ‘Miss Donkey cunt?’ Should she have consented to this restructuring, just because her boyfriend gaslighted her? Is this what she should be doing? By now the damage was done. Sweet tears would not shrink her pussy back to its previous state of perfection.

George continued his assault for twenty minutes before sighing,

“I can’t go on any longer, it’s time to cum in yo puss, babe,” and his beer-can dick spurted a healthy dollop of fresh sperm into her already overflowing cum swollen vulva.

The next batter up was Willie. Catching her breath, Marylyn asked,

“How about a blow job,” hoping to bring this painful ordeal to an end. ”

“We can start there,” said Willie, “I’d love to see your big blue eyes with my blimpy in between your sexy lips, but if I can’t cum in your mouth, I gotta finish in your pussy.”

Mary took a good look at his black dick; it was circumcised and was an average six or seven inches long. Willie’s tool was a rigid, speckled, cock textured like the bark on an oak tree.

Marylyn took his dick in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his rough-sided shaft, licking his frenulum while massaging his balls. Minutes passed, and Mary grew comfortable sucking Will’s dick, pleased with the pleasant taste of pre-cum leaking into her mouth.

She paused for a moment, ”

Ah, OK, Willie, can I ask you something?”

“Sure sugar.”

“The sides of your dick shaft seem to be covered with calluses.”

“Yeah, that’s cause I jerk off a few times a day, but I can see I ain’t gonna cum in your mouth so it would be best if you turn over, Babe, cause I’m coming in the back way.”

“Please, not in my ass?”

“No, in your pussy, just relax. I like slipping and sliding under your ass crack. Since my dick ain’t too long, you gotta lift your butt so your vag lips can meet my dick halfway.”

Now Marylyn was no longer protesting; her pussy was numb. She rolled over, reached back, took his callused dick in her hand, and guided it into her oversized orifice, hardly feeling it inside her.

” I’m fucking in a swimming pool of cum,” said Willie.

“Let me help,” said the victim, and clenched his root tightly, fearing that if her penetrator lost his erection, they’d have to start over. With the aid of her tight index finger curled around the base of his cock shaft, Willie firmed up and began to make progress. Marylyn could feel contractions in his codpiece and his callused shaft, like a carpenter’s file, was roughing her numb opening wider, smoothing out what was left of her once lacy labia.

Anxious to get him on his way, Marylyn jammed her third finger in his sticky tight asshole. Willie let out a moan and a high-pitched yodel, “Success.” He shot his load into her swollen cavity. When the hot cum hit her tender flesh Marylyn finally climaxed. The soothing pleasure of Willie’s emission eased the burning and destruction the other super dicks had wrought. At least some pleasure had finally arrived for the victim.

As her suitor stepped away, Marylyn, looked down at her private parts. She saw her beautiful cunt was ruined. Her private parts were swollen, and bruised, with a gooey red exudate where her lacy labia once had been. Her tiny slit was now a horrid gaping hole as if awaiting a flagpole to be inserted. It was as if her once tight cunt cried out to the four destroyers,

“You fuck’en guys ruined my pussy.”

“Yeah, ” remarked one of them, “We are the four horsemen of the apocalypse cunt,” and they laughed in a hideous chortle.

THE AFTERMATH

Such were the events that altered Marylyn’s physical and mental state, her self-esteem, and the unwanted enlargement of her sexual receptor. As awful as this event was, her curiosity about mating with a donkey lay vegetating somewhere at the back of her cerebral cortex, producing only a silent hum when her pussy was called into action for a weekly stroll by her husband’s tiny cock.

Marylyn understood that the reason she married the Professor was because of his diminutive genitalia. She could hardly feel his exuberant weekly ramblings in her nest and on more than one occasion she remarked,

“Oh, are you still in there,” which didn’t help her husband complete his mission or bolster his confidence?”

The winter that year Connecticut was as cold as the proverbial ‘witch’s tit.’ Marylyn dreamed of a warm summer vacation, and when, without her knowledge, her hubby accepted an opportunity to travel, all fees paid, to Mexico City to speak and discuss his favorite subject with graduate students. McGill’s speciality was the famous writer, David Foster Wallace.

Who the fuck was David Foster Wallace? The ‘genius’ was born on February 21, 1962, in Ithaca, NY. He was a swinger who ended his short life at the end of a rope, hanging himself on the rear porch of his home. His wife discovered him hanging there and cut him down, fearing she’d broken both his knees in the fall.

It didn’t matter, Davy boy was stone cold and only forty-six years old. His walking days were over. His labors were finished. He left boxes of his writings that were eventually cobbled into a manuscript. His previously published opus, ‘Infinite Jest,’ a title he swiped from the Elizabethan bard, ranked him among the top American writers. Many people bought his best-selling novel, ‘Infinite Jest,” but only a few have the perseverance to finish 1000 plus pages. The book lauded by some and discarded by many was a semi-autobiographical meandering of his life as a juvenile tennis player/wunderkind’s voyage through drugs, sex, and the author’s neurotic posturing.

Why did he off himself? Well sweet readers, if you ever experienced extreme depression, you’d understand that death was an easy way out. His drugs had stopped working and he just could not rise above the wave of depression and Wallace was caught in the undertow. Enough of Wallace, let’s return to our story (UFGRMP #2).

Those who observed Marylyn and Bob assumed they were a happy couple. Marylyn was younger by at least 25 years and Robert the elder hid his driver’s license so his spouse could never be sure of his real age. They were married for about fifteen years and Bob was finally showing his age and grouchy Scottish temperament.

Bob had retired too early, and missed the pleasure he’d derived from seeing the fleshy protuberances that lay under his students’ blouses, as they leaned too far forward or jumped up to answer a question, which had the effect of lifting their skirt high enough to allow the professor a glance at their pussy’s in tight panties and sometimes he noted they went commando under their short skirts. The visual thrill the professor experienced when a female student rocked backward when seated in his freshman Composition class, all of this voyeuristic excitement was gone.

Bob’s sexual fantasies with grad students were occasionally realized in his younger days when a college student so admired his intellect that she’d close the door of his classroom before kneeling at his feet, her sweet mouth agape offering the professor a hallowed blow job. Sometimes a student paramour not wearing panties would seat her naked ass on his desk and encourage her professor to penetrate her sacred self. Bob kept a package of Japanese condoms in the lower drawer of his desk for that eventuality.

Nowadays he tried to find pleasure at home, but Marylyn had abstained from giving him blow jobs and a hand job was too tiresome for him to attempt on himself.

Although he had tried to figure out his future financial situation when he left the University, inflation and the rapidly rising cost of everything under the sun had restricted his budget. Bob was now the chief cook and his solution was biblical. ‘Let them eat fish.’ They ate a lot of cheap fish purchased on sale at the KostRite. They consumed so much marine protein that Bob feared he was coming down with mercury poisoning and began to check if the tip of his flaccid penis glowed in the dark.

Bob had aged and walked with a robotic gait, his torso bent slightly forward. Marylyn was still attractive, approaching forty. When they went shopping together the stock clerks in the market assumed Bob was Marylyn’s father and made passes that only a deaf person might have missed. Marylyn, embarrassed, kept her eyes low and scrutinized the size of their bulges, wondering if they possessed a flag pole that might fit happily in her pussy.

The professor suffered a minor prostate problem, common in old age and he peed every two hours. If he wasn’t careful and didn’t get to the urinal in time, not always possible, his diminished stream would dribble down and wet his pants. He began to unbutton his trousers before urinating to avoid yellow stains, but his underwear often absorbed the warm urine drips that he could not mop up quickly enough with his toilet paper wad.

But Robert McGill could, with two 100 mg of Viagra, the cheaper generic variety, that his health plan provided, get his cock up. Bobby loved fucking his blue-eyed wife, sucking her big natural boobs and fitting his tiny dong in her very large orifice. His dick entry into her vagina might be likened to a small clapper inside a large bell, a clapper that hardly sounded the gong. As weak and limpid as his ejaculate was, it was still thrilling for Robert to cum inside her ‘copper dome.’

Marylyn, who as a student, habit of blowing Bob behind his college desk, now was forced to remark, “Bobby, your cum doesn’t taste real good anymore,” and avoided oral sex unless Bob pulled out before ejaculating and caught his weak cum deposit in a towel. Marylyn found Bob’s penis penetrations unfulfilling. She preferred to grab his dick when it was between her legs and jerk him off with her palm. Often Bob was unaware he hadn’t entered third base, but like anyone who had endured a long boring baseball game, a ninth-inning home run was a pleasurable climax.

The professor who hated politics, had abandoned watching the CNN or FOX broadcasts or any other news station on TV years before. The continual berating of both political parties and their candidates upset his equilibrium. He had put the old tube TVs into the waste can and when Marylyn asked where they had gone he invented some excuse, “They just wore themselves out,” never admitting his disgust.

An article in the New Yorker apprised him that a 24-hour billiard channel was now available on TV. The professor, once a student of billiards in his youth, now had something to watch beside his library of well-read tomes. Thinking of his past skill playing with the balls made his chest swell, although his little penis could not have cared a scintilla.

He rescued the last TV he had hidden in the garage. He struggled to open the old wooden garage door, whose hinges we covered with rust and old lead paint. He carried the small antique heavy TV set into his study and attempted to tune in for the first time in years. When he realized he lacked both an antenna and a cable connection, he realized he was in trouble. After googling the billiard channel, in desperation he learned that the signal could be captured on the computer monitor, once he found the correct link. He watched with fascination for the rest of the week.

On Monday, there was something new. The professor was delighted and in his enthusiasm; he called out to his sumptuous wife, who had greeted the first warm day by walking around the house in the nude,

“Hey Marylyn, ‘lookie here,’ there is a pool tourney being broadcast from Vegas here on my computer.”

“Is it your usual boring pool games?”

“Oh no, two guys are playing and they are both in wheelchairs. I’m thinking they might be spastic as they are shaking like a tree in the wind. One guy is being chastised by the fat referee, who looks ready to give birth. The ref saying,

‘This is the second time you’ve asked for a time-out.'”

“Maybe the crippled guy has got to pee? Give the guy a break,” the Professor shouts at the flickering screen.”

“Isn’t it time we got a big flat screen,” says Marylyn, “The pool balls look even smaller than your testicles.”

“Thanks, ” said the Prof, “If you didn’t have a donkey cunt you wouldn’t be tearing down my self-esteem.”

“I’m sorry hon, you are so un-understanding of my mishap, please forgive me. The next time we have sex could you pick a nice firm cucumber out of the fridge and use it on me instead of your miserable infant’s cock?”

“Maybe we should have an open marriage agreement so you can troll for giant dick? Are you sure the cucumber is large enough?” said the Professor.

Marylyn didn’t respond, but the Prof’s remark stayed in her mind, as well as his insulting ‘donkey cunt’ comment that she did not appreciate.

As if the TV pool tourney officials could hear the professor’s protest, they called a time-out. The professor was heavily invested in the outcome of the match. He waited during the break, while the umpire let the wheelchair guy go off to pee and a very relieved player returned and the match continued.

A few days later, after lunch, Professor Bob says to his wife,

“Honeybunch, you don’t want to accompany me to a college speaking engagement this July, in Mexico City, do you? It will be boring, hot as hell, and who knows what the quality of the Mexican Hotel will be like?”

“Are you crazy,” replied his wife, “of course, I want to go, I’ll pack my bag right now.”

“Whatever you want to do is acceptable, but you might want to pack a week before the flight. It’s kind of early, and being Saturday night you have a wifely obligation to fulfill. I already swallowed two viagras.”

No need to recount the Professor’s happy romp in Marylyn’s huge cunt. She put up with his request and let him penetrate her but she hardly felt anything, she was too large to get a dick grip on the Prof’s tiny wiener, and his dick was too small to bounce his cock’s head off the walls of her uterus.

Still, the professor thought, “fucking her is better than going into the bathroom, holding my dick tight in my fist, and jerking off, although as a second consideration, self-reliance is almost as good and my fist is much tighter than her donkey cunt.”

Time flies, like a flock of ducks overhead flying south, reminding Marylyn of her hoped-for adventure in the sunny land of Mexico where she was hopeful the men were well endowed.The day of departure finally arrived. Marylyn packed everything except a pair of maraches which were easily purchased on arrival.

AND AWAY THEY WENT

The couple flew to Mexico City, a rather long trip by air. The male steward on the plane made a few passes at Marilyn when she went to pee but she refused his suggestion that they rendezvous in the lady’s room. His male attention made her feel she was still attractive and anyone would have agreed. How sad that the most beautiful women have the least confidence in their beauty.

Likewise, what the hard-on fly-guy was packing was very visible and intrigued ‘our lady of the giant pussy,’ so much so that she reached out and gave his cock a few firm squeezes and a wet circle appeared on his trousers. That was too much for the Steward and before she removed her hand from his bulge, he fully ejaculated.

That was all fun and games, thought Marylyn, but being fucked in the airplane toilet was not her idea of etiquette. Had there not been other pissers behind her in line at the toilet door she might have invited him in, but things being as they were, she figured it wasn’t a good plan. She quickly peed and as she exited, there he was, the wet circle on his pants seemed to have enlarged.

Maybe on their return trip, she’d fit him in, if he was on duty. When she asked him if he would be, he nodded in the affirmative, saying,

“I’d like to fuck you, sweet lady.”

“On the return trip, ” said Marylyn, “I’ll look forward to it. Maybe you can take me up to the flyboys in the cockpit and make it a round-robin threesome.”

With that saucy comment! She hurried back to her seat without washing off the cum residue on her hand. Marylyn didn’t expect the plump woman behind her stepped forward and took the hand of the attendant saying,

“Come inside, I know how to clean you up.” And she made explanations unnecessary by putting her third finger in her mouth.

Marylyn hurried back to her seat. The plane was beginning to experience turbulence, and she found her husband flirting with the pretty airline stewardess. When the younger lady saw Marylyn, she terminated her conversation and headed forward.

As the young stewardess struggled to pass Marylyn on the narrow aisle, Marylyn dampened any enthusiasm the girl might have felt for the professor, saying into the stew’s ear,

“He has a very small cock,” she wiped her hand clean on the back of the stewardess’s jacket before sucking her fingers.

Later M realized the fly-girl was keeping her hubby busy at the instruction of the fly-guy she’d jerked off.

Once they arrived at Benito Juárez International Airport, the plane dropped out of the sky like a football’s opening kick landing downfield. The nearest airport to Mexico City is Mexico City (MEX) Airport, 4.7 km away.

Once the plane came to a full stop, the passengers slowly exited. As a result of the sparkling wine she drank with the evening meal, Marylyn imagined the dead souls of Aztec warriors were escorting them off the plane. She could feel a dampness between her legs that she hadn’t noticed before.

The professor dragged out the small carry-on suitcases, and they headed to the baggage center to pick up a larger suitcase with their evening clothes. The couple took a taxi from the airport and settled in at the Fairfield Inn & Suites by Marriott in Mexico City Vallejo.

The hotel room had a nice view and Marylyn could see a taxi stand with cabs coming and going.

Why the room had double beds remained a mystery. But the extra bed offered an easy place, like a large table, where she unpacked her suitcase before hanging her clothes into the closet to straighten out the wrinkles. She appreciated that there was a small iron on the floor inside the closet for touch-ups if necessary.

A special female tour guide was sent by the University to aid the visitors. Cortez was a plump thirty-year-old who wore her blouse unbuttoned enough to attract attention. Cortez offered to accompany Marylyn anywhere she might wish to go, for shopping, museums, and even restaurants.

“If Marylyn’s husband’s speech was not of interest,” the guide suggested, “they might take off that evening and have a nice meal in the downtown area.”

Marylyn felt at ease with the tour guide and decided it was an opportunity to see Mexico City at night with a native, and maybe find a little romance with a Mexican ‘large cock’ that Mexico is famous for providing. Marylyn was still fantasizing about the big dicked Steward on the flight and regretting she had not let him do his thing. Thinking about her encounter she realized her pussy was beginning to moisten with excitement.

“You’ve got to make the most of every occasion,” she thought, regretting she hadn’t let him penetrate her in the plane’s bathroom. She thought about how one might have sex in the small room and decided he should sit on the closed toilet as she lowered herself from above.

From the size of his cock bulge promised that he was big enough to fill her up, even with a rear entry. As fit as she was from her weekly workouts, she imagined she’d bring him to climax moving rapidly up and down, maybe even prepping his dick first with a few minutes of oral to light his fuse.

The next day Cortez took her to see the tourist sights and shop at the finest stores. She took Cortez’s suggestion and decided while her hubby was making his speech, she and Cortez would go out to dinner together. Of course, the treat was provided by Marylyn.

While hubby lectured in English and French, (he didn’t speak Spanish), she and Ms. Cortez decided after dinner they would frequent a local nightclub.

“Let’s take in some place that’s maybe a little naughty,” said Marylyn. “I wonder, do they have the famous Donkey Act?

“Oh no,” said Cortez, “That’s a Tijuana thing. That kind of act is frowned upon here, but there is one club, very raucous where a man comes onto the stage dressed as a donkey and has sex with any of the willing tourists in attendance. This guy playing the donkey has a cock that would make a donkey jealous.”

“I gotta see that,” said Marylyn.

Who knows what secret thoughts were erupting deep in Marylyn’s brain? She viewed the unknown future as if it was a high ocean wave coming toward her, ready to break on the shore.

She became a bit curious about the Professor’s speech. Who was this Wallace that her husband was so enthusiastic about? She had tried to google the dude. Was he William Wallace (1768 — 28 April 1843) a Scottish mathematician and astronomer who invented the eidograph.

Or was it another was William Wallace, who defeated the English army at Stirling Bridge, and years later was condemned as a traitor. A romantic hero who refused to beg for mercy to end his torture and shouted “Freedom!” before he was hanged, disemboweled, beheaded and his body cut into four parts.

Marylyn mused, did the prisoner get an erection when he was hung. In her imagination, she visualized the swinging corpse’ had a bountiful erection before his head was cut off and stuck on a pike on London Bridge. And what did they do with his cock? If Wallace was quartered where did the cock end up, on the right or left? Surely some village women might have put it to good use. Marylyn imagined herself receiving the hero’s amputated penis and knew what she would have done with it.

There are many other Wallaces, she discovered, even more individuals whose first name was Wallace. Enough of this useless history. Until she finally discovered David Foster Wallace. A writer of the same school of literary giants as Pynchon, and John Barth. Wallace’s 1996 novel ‘Infinite Jest’ was cited by Time magazine as one of the 100 best English-language novels. His posthumous novel, The Pale King, was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize.

David Ulin called Wallace “one of the most influential and innovative writers of the last twenty years,” the author of a very difficult and confusing long text that many give up on. Still, for those who persevere past the 250-page marker, the book opens up like a gilded staircase to heaven, such as Jacob’s ladder.

Wallace suffered from extreme depression. Phenelzine, once effective, seemed to fail him and he had no patience to wait several weeks to habituate. On September 12, 2008, at age 46, Wallace wrote a private two-page suicide note to his wife, arranged part of the manuscript for ‘The Pale King,’ and hanged himself on the back porch of his house in Claremont, California.

Wallace has been condemned by wok critics for his treatment of the fair sex, one sarcastic critic said of Wallace, “Who hasn’t pushed their loved one out of a moving vehicle, serial cheated on them, stalked them and their kid, and smashed their shit? Well, nobody is perfect! Wallace’s wife hung on till she saw him swinging. Mental illness is a bear, also a bear to live with. Let’s hope none of our readers ever feel the pain of unconquerable severe depression. Let’s leave Wallace and get back to our story.

Of course, Marylyn listened to her husband, the Professor’s ravings on and on about ‘the great Wallace’ with closed ears. She never read ‘Infinite Jest.’ She stammered when Robert questioned her,

“I tried, but the print is too small and when I read halfway through the introduction, I realized I was bored out of my mind.” This is a fairly normal reaction for those who attempt the labyrinth of Wallace’s work.

The same evening Professor Robert McGill was to explain Wallace’s masterpiece to a circle of Spanish graduate students and was greeted with an enthusiastic reception.

Marylyn and Ms. Cortez slipped off for a night on the town. They had a nice meal at Quintonil, known for classic dishes made with fruit and honey. Marylyn had a secret plan that she probably wasn’t even aware of. She ate lightly as if she expected to be exerting herself later that evening. From the restaurant, at 9:30, they took a cab to El Raunch, the gay-bisexual club on Calle de Niza, Cuauhtémoc, 06600 Juárez, not far from the famous audacious fabulous ‘Blow Bar,’ where people sit on the roof and howl at the moon.

The two women entered the nightclub at 9:30. Since the club was full, Marylyn gave Cortez a handful of pesos and told her to ask for a table near the stage. There was only one table left. The dance area was crowded with couples sweating and moving to the heavy bass beat of the house band who were dressed as skeletons.

Our two women wore short skirts and sweaters. They were seated at a round shiny white table under the mustard-colored ceiling. The temperature of the club was rising with the active crowd. The waiter, a very gay chubbet, brought them shots of tequila. He was dressed as a fem, with a dark black wig and false eyelashes.

Marylyn told Cortez to tell the waiter to keep the drinks coming as soon as they had emptied their glasses. This was a prescription for trouble. Marylyn was not capable of heavy drinking and to do so might free that wild spirit inside her that she had kept hidden for most of her married life.

The audience consisted mostly of gay men, but there were also women and transsexual men who passed for women. It was hard to tell who the real women were as the trans-sexed were so passable. Dancers filled the dance floor attempting to dance, some were more successful than others. The crowd formed a circle around the young couple, almost nude, who eagerly took the spotlight and put on a professional dance exhibition, throwing each other around. At the close, the dancers disappeared into the crowded melee.

Up on the stage, a large transsexual queen appeared with enormous breasts, a huge ass, and a fabulous voice. She danced with two attractive professional male dancers. The three joined hands kicking their legs high, revealing their genitalia through strategic slits in their costumes. The crowd loved their singing and dancing and shouted so loud throughout their performance, it was difficult to hear the angelic voice of the ‘woman.’ The singer finally slowly moved offstage, only to race back for an enthusiastic encore.

Throughout the hour Marylyn and Cortez kept emptying their glasses until they were red-faced and beyond logic. It seemed to them that two hours had passed in minutes. At 11:30 pm, an emcee dressed in a gorilla costume came on stage to address the crowd.

“Amigos, amigas, ladies and gentle twits, are you ready for Donato the Donkey?”

The crowd goes wild, and music reminiscent of the bullfight area starts to play, which makes little sense but a huge man on fall fours with stilts to raise him six inches higher, moving rhythmically to the music, arrives on center stage. Between his legs was an erect giant red phallus, a cock worthy of hanging between a donkey’s rear legs.

“Donato,” shouted the emcee, “Desires to find a mate and is ready to press his plum-shaped cock’s head into any woman who can seat his huge phallus.

A group of men rushed forward pulling off their pants or shorts and remained bare- assed.

The emcee orders them, “Gentlemen, please stay off the stage. Our first participants will be the women. If there are any courageous women, step forward. You guys can cum later,” the emcee accents the word ‘cum.’

“Ladies and signorinas first!” The emcee repeats through a handheld microphone.

Who stood up? Our dearest Marylyn was ready to accept her role in the pantheon of sexual liberation. She was drunk as a Lord’s lady. She was lifted onto the stage with the help of a few spectators and lost no time dancing in a seductive circle around Donato the Donkey, lifting her short skirt to reveal she was without undergarments.

One of the men in the crowd ran forward and helped the drunken woman, pulling off her sweater, bra, and skirt until Marylyn stood naked with her large mammaries swinging from her chest as she gyrated. One man, seeing her naked genitalia shouted,

“Yes, she’s the one, she’s got a donkey cunt, fill it up Senor Donkey.”

In her drunken state, Marylyn danced around the Donato until she slipped and fell backward catching herself at the last moment. She raised her hands together as if praising the donkey-man, who lifted his large paper mache donkey head in acknowledgment. As Marylyn came closer to the donkey man, she saw he wore a light brown furry outfit. Below his cartoony head were long donkey ears with red flowers pinned on them. A fake tail on a spring was attached to a plug stuck in his ass hole and the tail rose and fell with every movement.

Seeing the luscious signorina the donkey shouted in Spanish, but Marylin’s failure to understand made no difference. Years ago four students consensually raped her. They had ruined her pussy and told her,

“Now you are fit to have sex with a donkey.”

In her heart of hearts, she realized this was her opportunity.

Marylyn went down on all fours. The donkey sensing this was his moment approached her and sniffed her donkey cunt, then he began to lick it, his long tongue exploring the inside of her vagina as the crowd roared.

Then, the donkey made a sudden movement and raised himself over her buttocks. He threw his hairy tattooed arms around Marylyn’s chest, grabbing both her bouncing breasts, and squeezing her nipples at the same time that he thrust his enormous donkey cock between her legs. Marylyn, not the bashful virgin, reached back, grabbed the wet oiled donkey cock, and guided it into the promised land.

As the donkey thrust and split her wide labia Marylyn let out a hoarse cry, not of desperation but of fulfillment.

“Si, si, si,” she shouted, “I can feel you,” and the donkey continued rapidly thrusting until all 12 inches were seated tightly in her donkey cunt.

Then from the band came a drum roll and the donkey coordinated his thrusts with the base beat and the crowd joined in counting backward from one hundred as Mr. Donkey rapidly thrust into a tailor-made cunt for his donkey cock, a cunt that could easily holster his extreme diameter.

Marylyn’s inner flesh heated from the friction of Donkey’s rapid thrusting.

“Oh my God,” she thought in her drunken state. Then a moment of panic, “If he’s not wearing a condom, I could get pregnant.”

She was only 41, and in her drunken stupor, she realized she might give birth to a baby donkey.

The donkey’s ball sack, swollen from a week of abstention, was filled with cum. As Mr. Donkey humped and thrust himself into her, the crowd could see his swollen nut sack. It was too late for any qualms about STDs. As the crowd counting neared the end, ‘five, four, three, two, one,’ right on time the donkey shot a horrendous load of hot sperm inside Marylyn’s vagina, easing any friction burns with the feeling of a warm Sitz sperm bath, and giving her the feeling of successful accomplishment, a feat that she had unknowingly sought since her early twenties.

Her vaginal deformity was the result of a gang rape that turned her vaginal canal into a deep pit of ugly flesh, torn labia, and a uterus big enough to give birth without dilation. Her self-esteem, destroyed by four monstrous college jock’s cocks, was returning with that warm gush of donkey sperm.

Having completed his action, the Donkey pushed her gently away. As he pulled his giant dick out of her pussy, a large amount of sperm spilled out onto the floor. An employee expecting this occurrence ran forward and threw a large absorbent rag over the wet floor to cover the donkey’s drippings in case someone might slip in it.

The donkey, proud to have completed his mission strutted around her as if he’d completed a virgin sacrifice. Several audience members came forward to try to help naked Marylyn to her feet and carry her off stage. At the same time, a small group of gay men climbed upon the stage hoping to be butt-fucked by the donkey cock.

The donkey maintained his erection and rapidly fucked several of the gay men who screamed as his giant donkey cock busted their rectums but had little cum to deposit. Having shot his full load of sperm into Marylyn, his nut sack was emptied.

Once the donkey finished demonstrating his sexual prowess, he raised his back legs to show off his huge appendix to the cheering throngs of spectators. With that glorious gesture, the feature show was over for the night.

Dancers entered the center dance arena as the band struck up a cha-cha. A few spectators climbed on the stage to admire the river of sperm left on the floor. Some lifted the rag to stick a finger or a handkerchief into the gooey liquid as a souvenir.

Three men carried and dragged the nude wet Marylyn back to her table. Cortez had gathered Marylyn’s red sweater and wrinkled skirt and did her best to dress the drunken American. Marylyn could hardly speak but mumbled,

“Am I bleeding?”

“No,” answered Cortez, “but you are dripping the donkey’s love juice onto the chair.”

Marylin made a tight smile, and said, “Call me, donkey girl.”

Marylyn fainted for a moment and several of the gay men, envious of her trial, helped walk the two women from their table, offering to return them to their hotel. The group exited the club, helping the women into their Mercedes.

While two men helped Marylyn into the back seat, one of them, the most curious of the group, a gentleman known as Juan Della Rosa, stood behind Marylyn. He reached between her legs and felt for her sex, found it instantly, and was able to press his closed fist deep inside.

Still half-drunk Maryly mumbled, “Is that the donkey? Didn’t we do this before?”

Cortez, shocked at the man’s unacceptable behavior, slapped Juan who pulled his fist a little too rapidly out of Marylyn’s quim, splashing sperm onto the leather car seat.

Rubbing the sperm from his forehead, Juan commented,

“That lady, she has the biggest cunt I ever did see, ah, feel,” he said with admiration.

He took out a handkerchief and dried his sperm-filled fist as he stood by the car waiting for his friends to drive the ladies back to the hotel. Once their guests were inside the sedan, the doors were closed and the passengers were driven to their hotel.

It was a star-lit night, and at that late hour, there was little traffic. Once the group arrived, the two men and Cortez ushered Marylin into the hotel elevator, and up to her room. They placed her in the extra bed, without disturbing her husband, who was asleep in the other bed, naked in the arms of a student snoring behind him.

The student, from the literary group was embracing him, and it was obvious that the student’s sizable cock had spent the night in the professor’s tight ass.

“It looks like both of them had a fucking good time tonight,” said Cortez as she and the two gay men exited.

In the quiet hall, one of the men asked Ms. Cortez, indiscreetly, if she might favor them with a blow job. Miss Cortez, so sexed up by what she had witnessed that evening, dropped to her knees, even before the two men had gotten their cocks out, and like spigots on the wall of a well, Miss Cortez quickly sucked both of them off, somehow fitting the two cocks into her mouth at the same time.

The men left their sperm in Cortez’s mouth and while she was deciding to swallow or spit; they skipped past the elevator and ran giggling down the stairs, leaving the woman with her mouth filled to decide what to do. Not wanting to dirty the colorful hotel rug, she swallowed their donation, which is what all good girls will do under the same circumstances.

In the morning the two spouses spoke not a word to each other, as if they’d both forgotten the events of the past night. The couple showered and suffering a bit of a hangover went down to the cafe to have coffee and some dry toast. The TV was blaring. The professor walked over and turned it off.

“TV is such a waste of time,” he said.

The other guests didn’t seem to notice its absence.

Finally, Marylin looked at her husband,

“You know I felt insulted when you crassly intimated my cunt was large enough for a donkey, but it turned out you were right. My big cunt is a blessing, and your pitiful cock is too small to service me. Even with your enthusiastic attempts, I can hardly feel your dick inside me. I’ve accepted my state and hereafter you can refer to me as ‘Donkey girl’ or as having a ‘donkey cunt’ and I will not object. I’m putting you on notice that if and when I find a guy with a donkey cock, I intend to let him fill me up as you cannot.

“But,” said the Prof…

“Don’t interrupt, I have not finished, there are still a few things I want to say.”

The professor nodded, “Go ahead.”

“This morning, witnessing you being fucked by your student admirer, and after seeing the size of the nude student’s huge cock, before he dressed and slipped out the door, I intend to refer to you as ‘Senor Donkey Ass.'”

“I want us to come back to Mexico City for our future vacations. I feel right at home here, and I intend to study Spanish. Maybe even buy a time-share here in Mexico City to facilitate our pleasure trips.”

The Professor remained quiet, with a slight smile on his face,

thinking happily of the large dicked Mexican college student who had made sweet love to him the previous night. He thought,

“How is it so many Mexcano have such big penises,” before answering his wife,

“Sure Honey, ‘no problemo,’ you can fuck whoever you want to fuck. As for me, I’m thinking of turning over a new leaf–a gay fig leaf.”

He would never admit to his wife when the student was jamming his big penis in the professor’s ass, that he imagined he was Marylyn, and the big Mexican dick in his ass was one of the original footballers who turned his wife’s tight pussy into a donkey pleasure pit.

The Professor mused, “Maybe I’m aging, and my days of fucking women are almost over. The sensation of a big cock in my ass was gratifying and is easily accomplished, should I be desirous, with a visit to any gay Latino club, at worse with a hundred-dollar bill in my closed fist in case I can’t get fucked for free.”

THE END OF THIS ADVENTURE

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