Summer Holiday/Spain Day 1 Sex club

There were plenty of girls around, but they were all in groups of three, four or even more and there were plenty of young men trying their luck. Eventually I got up and wandered off down the street; I didn’t have anything particular in mind, but I did wonder if there was a strip club or something. The further I walked, the seedier it got; clubs with pictures of semi-naked girls and touts outside who homed in on me, as a man on his own, like wasps on a glass of beer.

I fended them off, mostly by ignoring them and eventually came to what looked like the end of the red light district. There was a row of taxis, with the drivers lounging against them and smoking, so I walked towards the first one with the intention of going back to the hotel. The driver was a wrinkled old man, wearing the usual shabby suit and a flat cap.

“You looking for something special,” he said as I approached. I shook my head and gave him the name of my hotel. He didn’t give up that easily; “I know nice club; young girls, young boys; very nice.”

I was tempted; I just walked down a street that was teeming with girls, many of them young enough to be jailbait. I guessed that either it was a rip-off or something pretty special; something not available for the price of a few drinks. He took my silence to mean I wasn’t interested and put the car into gear. “Young; really young?” I wanted to be clear.

He pulled over, stopped and turned round in his seat and looked at me. His face was brown and wrinkled and his teeth black and crumbling, but his eyes were bright and piercing. “I know a place,” he said. “illegal… For pedo - entender? Understand?”

“How much,” I asked. He named a figure; it was quite a lot, but not extortionate and I had enough on me to cover that, the taxi fare, and maybe some overpriced drinks. My credit cards and passport were in the safe in my room and I had some cash tucked in my socks as well as in a “secure” pocket in my trousers. I knew it was risky; I doubted my life was in danger, and figured that the worst that could happen was that I’d end up naked in a ditch. I dug into my pocket and passed a note to the driver for the fare, letting him see that I had enough to cover the entry fee, but hopefully not enough to make me worth robbing.

He drove out of town and then turned up a side road; there was a sign advertising something but I didn’t see what it was. There was a neon sign advertising a local beer and several cars parked in front, my driver went round to the back of the building. It was pretty dark, but there was a door with a dim lamp above it and he went over and knocked. It opened a fraction and there was a rapid conversation in Spanish; then my driver beckoned me over. The light inside was quite bright and the man opened the door further to get a good look at me; he was a very large man, clearly there to reject any unsuitable callers. It seemed I passed the test, and having paid the entry fee, I followed the man down a narrow passageway; I could hear music and then some applause as he held a door open and indicated that I should go through.

The only light came from the far end of the room, where a spotlight lit up a boy and a girl on a bed. I found a seat on the end of a row and although I didn’t have a very good view I thought I better stay put so as not to annoy anyone else. The girl was young and skinny; maybe twelve or thirteen and, frankly, not very attractive. The boy was slightly older and since he was up on his knees, I could clearly see that he had a pretty impressive cock. To my surprise, there was no music, and I could hear people coughing and shifting around on the rather rickety chairs. I hoped that what I was watching was not the main event, because watching their unenthusiastic fuck was almost the opposite of erotic. It was pretty obvious that the rest of the audience wasn’t that impressed either, because when they finished they only got a ripple of applause.

The lights went up and I saw that there was a bar at the back of the room, so I went to buy a beer, which was only about four times the price of the same bottle in a bar in town. The audience was fairly small, no more than twenty and I found a seat near the front with a better view in time for the next act. A compere came on and started rabbiting on in Spanish. He must have told a couple of jokes because the audience laughed appreciatively, and then he announced the next act which got an enthusiastic reaction from the rest of the audience.

The bed had been taken away and replaced by couch, a low table and a TV set in an approximation of somebody’s sitting room. A girl came in looking around uncertainly and sat on the couch. She couldn’t be more than five or six years old, with black hair, tied back in a pigtail and a pale face. She was wearing a grubby -looking dress which hung down below her knees and her feet were bare. She picked up a remote control and turned the TV on; I couldn’t see the screen that there was some non-descript music.

A boy came in wearing shorts and a T-shirt; he was black, not dark brown but really black, with short crinkly hair and looked to be in his teens. I’m no expert but I guess he came from somewhere in North Africa, Morocco maybe, because he didn’t have the flat nose and thick lips that some Africans have. He sat down next to the girl and put his hand on her leg. She put her hand on top of his, as if to push it off, but it wasn’t a serious attempt. They were both sitting there, apparently watching TV and he used his hand to push her skirt up over her knees and to expose her white thighs.

After a while he stood up and pulled his shorts down to reveal a semi-hard cock. He sat down again and the girl stood up in front of him, caught hold of his cock and then bent forward to take it into her mouth. She got an encouraging round of applause for that and she looked a little startled as if she’d forgotten we were there. The boy let her suck his cock until it was fully hard and then he caught hold of the hem of her dress and lifted it right over her head, leaving her totally naked.

He caught hold of her waist and lifted her up to stand astride his thighs and then leaned back and lifted her again so that he could suck on her pussy; I was watching her face and as far as I could tell she was actually enjoying the experience. After a while he lifted her down and sat her on his lap with his cock poking up between her thighs. She caught hold of it with both hands and started wanking him; I wondered if maybe he’d gone a bit soft. It was hard enough when he lifted her up again and sat her on top of it; she put her hands on his shoulders to balance herself as he got things lined up, and then lowered herself down until half the boy’s cock was out of sight in her cunt.

I wasn’t timing it, but I guess the whole show didn’t take half an hour and it ended up with the boy wanking himself to a climax over his little girlfriend’s naked body. Several people got up and left and I wondered if that was the end of the show, feeling that maybe I hadn’t really got my money’s worth, but quite a few stayed on so I went and bought another beer and waited to see what was going to happen.

I suppose I should have guessed when they dragged a bale of hay onto the stage and covered it with a blanket. The woman came onto the stage to a round of applause; she was no young girl, but quite attractive and she appeared to be wearing nothing but a rather flimsy robe. She opened the front and gave us a look at her fairly impressive tits and a glimpse of her shaved pussy, then she sat down on the hay, sideways on to us.

There was some shouting in the background; what sounded like a string of obscenities in Spanish which made the audience laugh and then a man came onto the stage dragging a donkey. I’d seen films of bestiality, but they were mostly pretty poor quality so I was more than a little curious to see a live show. The donkey’s cock was already extended the woman used her hands to extend it even further; I guess it must have been at least a foot long, maybe more. When she was satisfied, she spread her legs and leaned back, while the man encouraged the donkey forward. I guess the animal was a seasoned performer, because it wasted no time rearing up and planting its front feet either side of a woman’s head.

The man tied the donkeys halter to a convenient ring on the wall and went round to stand beside it. It obviously knew what was coming, because as soon as the man caught hold of the shaft of its cock the donkey started humping movements. I noticed that there was ring of some kind around the donkey’s cock and the man adjusted it until he was satisfied that it wasn’t going to do the woman any damage. It was hard to tell from where I was sitting how thick the donkey’s cock was, but I guess cunts are stretchy sideways while her vagina can only be pushed back so far.

As soon as the donkey’s cock was in, it started hee-hawing and slamming into the woman as hard as it could, of course the ring prevented any more than about ten inches from going in but the woman was hanging on to stop herself from being pushed back across the bale and although the man was standing back I could see that he was ready to intervene if anything went wrong. Donkeys cum a lot; it seems to run out almost continuously while they fucking and then a whole geyser that filled the woman’s vagina and then gushed out as the donkey’s cock softened.

The donkey stayed where it was, still tethered, and the woman slipped out from underneath it before standing to take a bow and then leaving the stage, followed by the man with the donkey. The compere came back on and encouraged us to clap and that seemed to be the end of the show; only then did it occur to me to wonder how on earth I was going to get back to my hotel. The other men streamed off in different directions and then I saw my erstwhile taxi driver, who had obviously come back for me.