Southern Spain
Spain! To the romantics among us, the very word may bring to mind bullfights, fast-stepping flamenco dancers, rhythmic guitars, and beautiful senoritas. But to the relatively few people whose tastes are guided by sexual appetites, and whose quest for excitement has led them to transact slave dealings with certain unscrupulous Spanish gypsies, the thought of Spain brings to mind a far different picture-that of lustful orgies with olive-skinned, naked young teenagers.
"When those gypsies know what kind of action you're looking for, you don't have to do another thing. For a few bucks they handle all the details. They leave the regular pimping to the Spaniards. What they specialize in is what you can't get anywhere else in Spain. For a guy who digs fresh meat, and I mean really fresh, the gypsies will sell you a girl as young as you want. And if you happen to be a little kinky in a way that most people don't understand that doesn't bother them a bit. As soon as the money changes hands you've got yourself a slave, man, and for as long as you want her."
The above statement was spoken to me by a merchant marine named Chester who speaks the language and knows the country well. After being introduced to him by another sailor, I found him extremely knowledgeable and willing to talk about the gypsy slave dealers along the southern coast of Spain.
What Chester related to me concerned much more than the simple business of slavery itself, though surely that is enough to repulse the average citizen. Chester is a self-confessed exhibitionist, and he went into great detail about his participation in the this aberration with the young Spanish slaves. Although he admitted to me that he can not achieve sexual satisfaction without exhibiting his sex organ, his sex drive is by no means limited to that act. He displayed an avid interest in a wide diversity of sex acts. A primary urge in Chester's sex life is his desire to show his sex organ (exhibitionism)-especially to young females. This desire for pre-adult sex partners (pedophilia) is often present in the exhibitionist.
John Roeburt, in his book Sex-Life and the Criminal Law, presents a good example of the coupling of the two perversions: "There are cases, too, of pedophilia combined with exhibitionism-the male parent given to fondling the sexual organs of his child is also compelled to parade nudely and expose himself to the child."
As to the aberration of exhibitionism itself, a very objective and candid comment is made by Dr. Lars Ullerstam in his book, The Erotic Minorites: "Generally speaking, self-exposure takes place whenever a person shows his genitals to another, thereby intending to achieve sexual pleasure. The behavior can be observed in apes, and it is common among children. In many primitive cultures it has even been a social institution, and the ancient Greeks featured it extensively in their festivals. Thus there is reason to regard it as a normal biological variant-if it is absolutely necessary to make such a valuation. But the psychiatrists have mainly tended to confirm the jurists' and social moralists' devaluation: they have spoken of degeneracy (Seiffer), psychopathy (Krafft-Eb-ing), neuropathy (Havelock ElHs), psychosexual infantilism (Freud, Stekel), neurotic compulsion (Rickles), personality flaws (Plaut), pathological personality, perverted personality, neurasthenia, epilepsy, etc. All those rickety diagnoses, propped up with industrious philosophizing, serve to camouflage the fact that we do not know anything and haven't found out anything about it."
Whatever the reason for Chester's exhibition-istic-pedophiliac desires, however, it is only because of the gypsy-organized teen sex slavery that he was able to act out those desires. But let us learn of that in his own words:
"All a guy has to do to get some really choice young snatch is just travel through the area between Malaga and Cartagena along the southern coast of Spain. That's where most of the gypsies hang out. As soon as they are convinced you're not a member of the Spanish policia they'll do business with you. They already have a good idea you want something more than a plain old fuck from a common whore or you wouldn't be snooping around their part of the country. They've been plying their particular trade so long that they know people are aware that they specialize in teenagers and kids sold as sex slaves.
"When my ship put into Cadiz for two month's repairs, I immediately felt the old urge, so I went overland east to Malaga and from there on into gypsy country. I stopped at a provencial inn-a posada, they call it-to have a few drinks and a good night's sleep before moving on. After several glasses of wine I got the old feeling again and knew I couldn't wait 'til I found the gypsies to show my cock to some senorita. It was still pretty early so I walked up the stairs to my room and discovered two maids at work tidying up in the hall. One was down on her hands and knees putting the finishing touch on a wax job. I couldn't help noticing that the nearest one's head was just about on a level with my belt buckle. That did it. I spoke to her in Spanish and asked her where the bathroom was. When she looked up to point the way I unzipped my pants and said, 'Look at this, honey. Did you ever see one of these before?' My cock was hard as a rock.
"The girl looked real flustered and just stared at it for an instant. Then she got a real scared look in her eyes like she thought I was going to rape her. When I saw that expression of fear, I felt the hot blood rush through my prick and started spurting come all over her clean hall. She jumped up screaming and pushed her way past me. I ran into my room and flopped down on the bed; I really wasn't too worried about the management doing anything to me. In that part of the country they're used to stuff like that. At the very most, they might ask for a small mordida from me. The mordida, or bribe, seems to be one of Spain's greatest sources of income. Everyone, from posada managers to la policia, indulges in the practice.
"I lay back and took pleasure in recalling the expression on the maid's face when she found herself suddenly staring at my naked prick. That's how I usually like for them to act. When I see a girl get that scared look on her face, or maybe even a look of disgust, I shoot my wad without even having to do so much as touch my cock, must less jack it off. It's her reaction that turns me on. If I ever had some girl just ignore what I was showing them, or they seemed indifferent and just told me to go fuck off, then my cock would droop down and I'd get no satisfaction whatever. If they're interested and want to see more, of course, that's the greatest. I've talked to other guys who like to show their pricks and they say it's the same way with them: surprise a girl by sticking it out in front of her and she'll almost always either get scared or else become very disgusted and jerk her eyes away from it. And that's just what I need to see to make me get my rocks off in a hurry.
"While I was still lying on the bed thinking about how scared the girl had looked the other girl who'd been working farther down the hall stuck her head in and said, 'Please, senor, I must speak with you.'
"I didn't know what was going on but I figured she just wanted a little mordida money from me and she'd probably threaten to tell on me if I didn't give it to her. But the lusty, dark expression in her eyes told me she had something else on her mind.
"She closed the door behind her, grinned at me and said, 'Senor, you like to have a girl, no? What you do in hall, you need to have fucky-fucky, no? I know girls who-"
"I stopped her because I was sure she was only trying to peddle her own ass, and this broad wasn't young or pretty enough to interest me. Besides, I wanted more than just a straight fuck. I needed some girl who'd let me do my thing with her. I said, 'Hold your breath, baby. No offense, but I'm not interested.'
"But she surprised me by answering, 'Wait senor. You do not understand me. I know what you like. You like nasty things with girls, you like show them what you showed my friend in hall, no? You want have girls see you naked between legs.'
"I admitted she had my number and she told me that if I'd pay her, she'd let me go to her house and expose myself to her younger sister. Then she whipped out a picture of her sis and my sleeping cock woke up. The girl was no more than fifteen and had the sweetest face you ever saw. That's the kind I especially like; you know, the kind that are very proper-looking, very shy and uppity. If a girl's a little foul-mouthed slut to begin with, I don't get as much pleasure from showing my cock off to them. I want to force them to my level.
"I paid the maid without another word and slept like a baby that night knowing I'd be able to do my thing the next morning before I left town. I kept thinking about how much fun it was going to be to surprise her early in the morning. That's when the maid claimed her sister would still be in bed with nobody else in the house. I'd bared my prick to girls in parks and on the street before, but I'd never had the pleasure of doing it to them in their own home.
"On the way out of town I stopped at the house and knocked softly on the door. In the back of my mind I knew the maid might have just been making herself a little easy money by lying to me about the whole thing, but I was hoping for the best. I was supposed to tell the sister that the maid had sent me to deliver an important message to her. Shit, man, when that door opened I nearly crapped in my pants! There stood the young girl I'd seen in the picture. She was a real little knockout, too. A face like an angel and slim, pretty legs sticking out from under her beat-up old white nightgown. She rubbed her eyes and looked at me real funny because she couldn't imagine what an Anglo was doing at her door. It was obvious she'd just got out of bed. She had that sexy, half-asleep look on her face that I love to see on a cunt. I said, 'Pardon me, senorita, I have a message from your sister at the hotel. May I come in?"
"Normally she wouldn't have let me in the house, I imagine, but would have simply asked what the message was. But she was still waking up and wasn't too sharp. She opened the door and I walked into the living room. The place was so tiny she had to sleep in that room. Seeing the warm bed she'd just gotten out of made me hot from thinking of the warm young body that had been lying in it. I was quaking with excitement at what I was about to do.
"She took a few steps backward, still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. 'I'll bet what I've got to show her will wake her up!' I thought to myself.
"She looked up at me through her long eye lashes and asked, 'Yes, senor? You have a message from my sister?"
"My hands were trembling with lust as I jerked my fly open and flopped a big stiff out in her face. 'I've got a message for you okay, baby,' I whispered, 'but it ain't from your sister. Here's my message for you right here. Look!"
"Her eyes got as big as saucers and she leaped back and started sputtering in surprise. She put her hands over her eyes and started crying. The sight of that pretty young thing crying was the sexiest thing I'd seen in weeks. I shot off at once and some even got on the hem of her gown as my hot load arched toward the floor. I laughed and said, 'What do you think of that, you little bitch? I'll bet you'd like to have this rub your pussy a little, wouldn't you! Come on, look at it!"
"I guess a big part of my thing is wanting to humiliate and embarrass a girl when I expose myself. I couldn't have asked for anything better than having her cry. But I knew where to draw the line so I ran out the door and hightailed it away from the house before she called some neighbor or the policia. As I ran to my car I heard her bawling about 'that terrible man,' and heard her sob, 'Why must my sister do these things to me? Last month she take money for to let a man look through window, see me naked. Now this!"
"I'd wondered why the maid was willing to do something like that to her own sister. Since I got what I wanted out of the deal I didn't really give a damn about the reason, but it appeared to be simply money. She was past the age where she could make much by selling her own cunt so she took every opportunity to make a little easy money. And she didn't think much of her little sister's privacy.
"By noon I was miles away to the east. I came upon a gypsy man driving a brightly colored covered wagon pulled by two burros. He flagged me down and tried to sell me some kind of worthless toys he was peddling.
" ‘For your children, for your children, senor!' he yelled. 'A gift for them when you return to your country!"
"When I told him I didn't have any children a gleam came to his eyes and he asked me if I was married. When I told him I wasn't, he invited me to pull over under the shade of a tree and look at 'other items' he had for sale. I understood his veiled meaning so I did as he suggested. As soon as he was satisfied that I wasn't an undercover policia he opened up.
" ‘You not have a wife; you wanna have a little fun on your trip, no senor?"
"I smiled just enough to let him know I was interested if the price was right and said, 'Maybe. The only thing I've seen so far on this trip are old hags. Can you do any better?"
"He was almost beside himself when he realized I was a potential customer. 'Ah, senor, no hags here! Young girls, senor, I can give you. Come! Come here!"
"He motioned me back to the rear of his wagon and said, 'Now you look, senor. You look for nothing. You like my girls, we talk.'
"He pointed through a flap in his tent and damned if the old buzzard didn't have three girls lying back there! Two of them looked to be about sixteen and had their backs to me while a young one, maybe twelve, was sitting facing me. The two older ones were only wearing sleazy-looking blouses made from some kind of netting. I knew if they turned around I could see everything they had on top. The young one didn't have a goddamned thing on but a pair of worn out panties and a pair of red socks. I could see her little plumb-sized titties as she leaned over to whisper something to the other two, then brazen as hell, she crawled along the floor of the wagon with those baby tits dangling and said, 'Lookame, senor, lookame! Please, a few coins and you play with me here, huh?"
"She sat up in front of me on her knees and placed her fingers under the small boobies, pushing the nipples high. Her crotch was only a couple of feet from my face and I could see a few strands of black pussy hair sticking out through one of the many threadbare holes.
"When I didn't give her an immediate response she became more agitated. 'You can put your fingers in my panties and play with that, too, for only a few more coins. What you want, senor? Come, I jack you off. You do nothing, I jack you off."
"One of the other girls turned half way around so I was able to see one of the grapefruits under her blouse. She had black, snapping eyes and a soft, generous mouth.
" ‘Maybe the senor want a real woman, Mag-dalena. Maybe he no like the tetas of a child, want something more,' she said to the younger girl, pointing to her small titties and jutting out her own even further for me to compare. 'Hey, senor, am I right?' she said.
"She was plenty good looking but I wanted to see everything the old gypsy had to offer so I hollered at the third girl, 'You there, blondie, let me see what you look like. Turn around.'
"I'd been surprised at the sight of a blond as soon as I laid eyes on her.. Before she could move the old gypsy grabbed my sleeve and whispered, 'A word, senor.'
"He told me that the blond came from Asturia, in the north of Spain, and that because she was blond she would cost a bit more. He unashamedly mentioned that although the two other girls were his daughters, the blond, called Caterina, had been 'found' by him after becoming 'lost' near her hometown of Oviedo. I had heard before that native Spaniards were always having their daughters kidnapped and spirited away by gypsies to be turned into money-making prostitutes. I was sure she must be one of them.
"He said, 'You want the good fucky-fucky my big girl, she fuck you good. You want the sucky-sucky, you find no better than my little girl. She not big enough yet to take you inside her but she know how to play naughty.'
"He could see I was interested but undecided so he added, 'Between me and you, senor, the blond Caterina much better than my daughters. She worth the price. Only sixteen.'
"It was hard to tell whether he was trying to make the additional money Caterina brought, or whether he was feeling a little sheepish at pimping for his own flesh and blood and wanting to save them from me. When he named the price for Caterina he automatically quoted two prices-one for a single session, and one for selling her outright. It suddenly dawned on me that I could own a slave girl of my very own. I gave him some money and told him I wanted to see all three girls make it together before I went any further. I also told him about my thing and that I'd like to see what his daughters and Caterina thought of my big stiff prick. He smiled, put the money in his pocket, and told me to climb into the wagon and see for myself.
"I leaped in and said, 'Here it is, you little sluts. Who wants a nice mouthful of this thing?' I pointed to the hard cock I'd just exposed in front of all three of the young girls. I think his older daughter must have been a little miffed that I hadn't chosen to fuck her because she climbed into the front of the wagon without any reaction at all. Magdalena, the young one, boldly came over and said, 'Oh, let me. Let me do it. Please. I'll swallow your come and everything. You won't be sorry,' She wriggled her ass so I'd be sure not to miss the holes in the front of her panties, and added, 'You can fuck me too. My father says I am too small to take a man but he is wrong. I will show you!"
"I guess some guys would have wanted to fuck the pants off the kid, but she was too eager for me in spite of her cuteness. All the time she was yammering, blondie was looking the other way, pretending she didn't see my prick. When I brushed Magdalena aside and stepped in front of the blond one, Magdalena hollered, 'Caterina thinks she is too good to let a man under her dress. She no good fucky-fucky!' Little did Magdalena realize, of course, that a cunt like Caterina was just what I wanted.
"I reached over and turned her face towards me so she'd have to look at my prick. She was red as a beet from her neck up. The surprise element was gone so I didn't shoot off right away. I decided I wanted to fuck her. I said, 'You better open up your legs, baby. I'll bet my ass you're not a virgin or that old fucker would ask more money for you. This cock of mine didn't scare you a bit, huh? Well, blondie, before I get through sliding this in and out of your tight little cunt you're going to know what it's like to have something filling up that empty hole."
"I wasn't really sure I could keep a hard, but it pissed me off that she was so damned uppity. I reached down and pried her legs apart so I could get a look at her pussy. As I yanked her panties down her long smooth legs I heard a rustling noise to my left. Glancing over without taking my direct gaze off Caterina's naked crotch, I saw that both Magdalena and her sister had sneaked under the wagon flap where they thought I couldn't see them. They were both grinning from ear to ear and I could tell they wanted my cock up their cracks so bad they could almost feel it, money or no money. Having them watch me like that, and knowing they thought they were spying on me without my knowledge, made me hot as a sonofabitch.
"I stuck my prick right under Caterina's uppity nose and shot a splatter of white cream all over her face. She got so mad and frightened I thought she was going to burst. She opened her mouth to scream something and her arousal made me do something I hadn't done in years. I shot off a second time within a time span of only a few seconds-and I did it by ramming my prick right into her open mouth. I grabbed hold of her fat tits with both hands and socked it to her until I thought she was going to gag. Then I let her go and cleaned myself off. When I left the wagon the old gypsy saw the satisfied look on my face and knew I'd had a pretty good tifne.
"He lined me up with a niece of his for the next day and told me how to surprise her so I could get my rocks off the way he knew I liked it. Next day I waited by the spring, and when his niece showed up I stepped from behind a tree with a big stiff showing, and said, 'Did you ever see a better one than this, baby? I'll bet you'd like to play with it wouldn't you?"
"She yelled and dropped her water bucket. Her skirt flew up in the air and I got a fine shot of her panties as I spurted my wad out on the ground. After she recovered from the shock it was my turn to be surprised. She ripped off her blouse and showed me two big ones as she knelt in front of me and screamed,*Oh my god. Let me suck it. Oh I can't stand it. I must have that in my mouth!' And with that she grabbed me with both hands and started milking my cock like a leech. She was a mad woman when it came to sucking cocks and her uncle knew she'd be unable to resist going down on me when I showed it to her. That's why he'd set me up with her. She gave me head for a good twenty minutes until I got up another hard and came off in her mouth.
"For the next three weeks the old gypsy supplied me with all kinds of exciting situations for me to show my cock in. When it was time for me to go back to my ship the old fucker offered me any girl I'd seen during my stay for just ten times the amount I paid him for a single fuck. And he included his daughters in the deal! But I couldn't figure any way to get one on board ship so I had to let the deal pass.
"I'll tell you one thing though. The next time my ship docks anywhere within a thousand miles of southern Spain there's going to be a few gypsy gals who look up to see my cock staring them in the face."
In later contacts with other persons familiar with sex slavery in Spain, I was repeatedly told the same thing: the gypsies were the people to find; they could always be counted on to come up with a young girl for rent or sale.