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. 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.
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. 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.
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. Remembering the girl, I pulled over to see if I could offer my aid. 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.
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. I understood in a flash what was taking place. We were in a different country now, different rules, and standards prevailed here. In ten seconds flat she had my zipper down, and was hauling out my uncut prick.
You black fuckers ARE built like a mule! And so black too! I could see already that she wanted more. 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.
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. 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. 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. 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.
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.
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. 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. 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.
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.
Stacey was going to become a bitch, a real bitch, and today. Want to hear the rest of this tail?