(Personal SEXperiences with something bizarre!)
Non-fiction by Ron Chee
This essay is due in large part to my not so blushing bride's request. I shall attempt here to comply with my wife SINdora's very horny wishes. The subject matter may overstep the bounds of propriety and may cause EXILE to oblivion before this writing can be disseminated.
The true story material that follows is considered taboo in many venues. If the editors here MUST reject this submission I can at least print it out for my SINdora to read. She has heard the verbal version and now would like a more in depth written dissertation for her own masturbatory and mattress bouncing use!
IF it passes the requisite scrutiny... then be my guest and get a few of your own bedspring squeaks from it as well! Print it out, staple the pages in chronological order, then stretch out with a naked friend at hand or IN hand, and read as we often do!
What transpired to bring about these words did happen and does happen. (With greater frequency than I had originally imagined.) I know because I have witnessed the event(s) up close and personal as did 'Pamela', the woman that I was newly married to at the time. One of those proceedings we viewed, live from only a yard or so away! WHAT we were invited to look at occurs voluntarily as often as not! Some women are kinkier exhibitionists and experimenters than others!
To demonstrate the point, recently a local woman was observed by neighbors and subsequently the local Gendarmes "DOING" a very naughty naked deed with a 'friend' on her own pool patio deck. Probably no one would have cared much if some inquisitive younger members (too young) of the neighborhood hadn't have breached the woman's privacy hedges and received too much sex education while trespassing. They had no business being there and that's another matter.
When the police arrived on site the naked woman had become so enamoured of her orgasm partner by then that she REFUSED to stop fucking until SHE WAS DONE! There was no one else at hand 'forcing' her to perform. Who or WHAT she was screwing was voluntary to say the least.
The cops had to wait until she had achieved her climax. They were NOT about to tackle the big bruiser with its erection INSIDE the horny, allegedly very attractive, middle age lady either! As I see it, her only FAULT was at being so rapturously loud that her sexual antics attracted the wrong attention.
She was charged with 'lewd and lascivious behavior' and one other that I won't mention just yet. The prosecutor dropped the entire issue... he didn't want the humiliation of trying the case for himself or the woman. She has since had a concrete privacy wall installed around her property. Obviously she has no intention of giving up what makes her feel good! All I can add is, 'You go girl!' its your life, your pussy and your 'friend'. Enjoy them all while you can!
I have visited the so-called "Whore's Circuses" in several Mexican border towns. Tijuana, Nuevo Laredo being but two of many. The naked Latinas performing knew full well how to fish a few jingles from the pockets of visiting horny gringo men. Most of the "Americanos" in attendance were from Military bases in California and Texas on weekend pass.
What those women couldn't think of to entertain the horny men hadn't yet been invented!
Town fathers and keepers of the American morals on this side of the border pitch hissy fits if a titty dancer so much as whips off her "G"-string and performs a bare bottom lap dance! If some poor lonely schnook with twenty bucks or more to piss away gives it to the girl... so what.
I wonder what those elected guardians of our libidos would do if the same girl led a pony or other beast on stage and screwed the happy critter out of its mind? Three guesses and the first two don't count! (THAT was the 'other' charge that had been levied against the woman happily screwing by her pool! Committing "Bestiality", to wit... fucking another specie!)
THAT and much more went on in the Mexican border towns. El Pappagallo (The Green Parrot) pronounced "El... PAPPA - GUY - OH" was notorious for its brothel and the live sex shows on stage.
While the girl on stage went about the 'business' of jerking, blowing and ultimately 'mating' with an equine or canine 'friend'... other girls circulated amongst the tables. They had something of their own to sell!
If interest was shown, the 'sales lady' would pull her dress top down and display her upper 'wares'. (No, I didn't say TUPPER WARES!) The 'gentlemen' could take a look and a hand full if they wished. Just don't bruise the melons!
Should the 'lady' detect that she was about to lose the 'sale' like as not she would hoist her skirt to show off her other 'coming attractions'. That would be followed quickly by grabbing handfuls of stiff dicks around the table. To help 'solidify' the deal the sales pitch was almost always the same, "Oooh Senor... you have such a NICE one! 'COME' upstairs with me and I give you a happee one! Twenty five dollars American... SEE? NICE PUSSY FOR YOU!"
All the while, she is hanging on to the fellow's hard sex organ as though she might rip it off and take it home! "Rosalita" was HORNY for THAT erection and THAT one only! (Plus twenty-five dollars American of course, no Pesos.)
Bargaining was expected! (I had it happen and gave the girl a dollar bill just to make her let go!) I tried to roll it and shove the G. Washington into her twat... what the Hell, he was the "FATHER" of our country... she snatched the bill from me before it went into HER SNATCH.
If you struck a 'deal' with her, she would lead you upstairs. At the top landing there was an older woman (often topless to add to the questionable ambiance) sitting at a small table. She was the club's SEX COP. She sold mandatory condoms for ten bucks EACH... no rubber... no fucking or anything else! The woman was also in charge of 'short arm' inspections! You paid the money, all of it, to her.
She pulled your dingus out limp or hard and milked it. If nothing unusual 'came' out you were free to follow Rosalita down the hall to her filthy room. If you still had the guts, balls or were drunk enough to fuck the girl... what you got was insipid at best!
Then what would you expect for a double sawbuck or two? Anna Nicole Smith in her heyday? Even in Mexico ten or twenty bucks isn't worth much effort!
At least you had a live corpse allowing her warm pussy to be used and over used as a handy place to masturbate into. When the woman's pussy rental shift was done, she'd meet her husband outside and he'd take her earnings. From there, they went home or he went to get stinking drunk. I think that I would opt for the latter and I don't drink! Most of the women were far from attractive... VERY FAR! So, what was the BIG attraction to those places? (Okay, guys n' girls with the blue pencils... get ready, here it 'COMES'!!)
Bluntly, CROSS SPECIE SEX!
The girls on stage would hump anything with four legs on stage. Some of the critters they fucked had no legs as in Boa Constrictors and Eels! The human 'animal' is the most curious, voyeuristic and kinky of them all!
Eventually clandestine shows such as those 'down Mexico way' arrived in Manhattan. At first, they were well hidden and arranged for private select audiences. It took more than "Joe sent me" to get in.
The live sex business was lucrative and that helped them to proliferate. They became more accessible in order to compete. To keep what went on vaguely "LEGAL" the producers placed a scrim between the performers and the audience.
A scrim is nothing more than a sheer gauze curtain tightly stretched. With bright lighting falling on the stage activities and the seating area as dark as the black hole of Calcutta the effect for the viewers was a slightly soft focus scene.
For those in the dark seating area the 'soft' image took nothing away from the hard-core action! Soon enough the live sex shows included people fucking people. The situation was becoming zany and out of control if nothing else.
I was quite immersed in my own porn photo and beaver loop film business at the time. (Also newly married to boot.)
A publisher asked if I would view and review a few of the 'shows' for an article for one of his masturbation rags. Perhaps even interview a girl or two from within the ranks of the 'performers'. He wanted nude photos of any that would cooperate. (Definitely NO pics of a girl engaged with her "PET". That kinda shit couldn't be published! Besides, the 'critters' couldn't legally sign a model release.)
At least the 'cross specie' girls in town were moderately attractive. Their 'mates' were well fed, clean and groomed. The furry 'friends' were also well acclimated to their 'jobs'! They had 'done' this plenty of times with their mistresses.
From the interviews we (my wife went with me whenever possible to add legitimacy or BAIT for our mission) found that most of the performers "DID IT" at home with their charges. In fact, they had been 'doing it' for erotic kinky fun long before they took the act on stage for pay! (And I thought men were the more perverse gender!)
Oh well, practice makes perfick? Prefect? PERFECT!!
If nothing else, what those women 'practiced' was the ULTIMATE in Planned Parenthood. None has ever 'foaled' or given birth to a 'litter' of Shepherds or Great Danes that I know of! Yet, from what they did on stage and in private one might wonder how in Hell they didn't!! When a pony 'comes' we aren't talking teaspoons here!
.... There is more of this story ...