Note: This is a totally true story, it happened to me, many years ago. I may have lost some detail over the years, but basically, it's almost exactly as it happened.
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I was on a touring/budget kind of holiday, along the south coast of Spain.
Everything had gone okay, my motorbike had ran well with no trouble at all.
I hadn't been bothered by the Guardia, not once, even though the bike had completely illegal, racing megaphones fitted, rather than silencers.
Most evenings I camped, it hadn't been too difficult to find suitable spots.
Today however, I just could not find anywhere, and it was now getting somewhat late in the day.
Back in those days, 1964 to be precise, the stretch of coast along from Gibraltar to Torremolinos, was still completely undeveloped. Estepona was still a tiny fishing village, and even Marbella wasn't much more. The beaches simply went on, for mile after mile, with nothing and no one.
So, back to the trip.
I hadn't seen a building for some distance, then I spotted a long row of pine trees. A little path meandered through the trees, and down to the beach.
I rode the bike along the path, and parked up among the pines.
It was a warm still night, as it had been the past couple of weeks, so I thought that I might just as well get my sleeping bag, and kip right here.
...
There was a sharp nudge in my back. I came awake, expecting trouble, but I couldn't see a thing, what a with high power torch beam, shinning directly in my face.
A voice jabbered away in Spanish, far too fast for me to follow, I did speak some Spanish, but it needed to be spoken slowly, for me to understand.
The beam dropped from my face. It was then I saw the rifle butt, that had nudged me awake, and the Policia Local guy standing holding it. He wasn't rude, he wasn't angry, in fact he was quite pleasant.
After a bit conversation, back and forth, I gathered that it was against the law to sleep on the beach at night.
Extremely helpfully, he offered to take me to the nearest Pension Hotel.
So, following on my bike, and we hadn't actually gone far, when we arrived it this somewhat decrepit looking place. He waved a cheery "Adios, buenas Noches," and was gone.
In the scruffy reception, an old guy explained that he had no rooms left. Only one bed, in a shared dormitory. It worked out at the equivalent of two shillings and sixpence (twelve and a half pence) a night. There was no alternative but to take it, anyway, it was dirt cheap. He explained, the other occupants were still out, but I would find one untouched bed.
An hour later, snuggled under my sheet, and I was fast asleep. I had left one light, on at the far end of the room.
...
The door crashed open with a bang, followed by a gaggle of shouting and laughing. That's a good description really, a bunch of cackling geese, just about covered it!
Needless to say, I was rudely awakened.
I knew immediately, that they were as pissed as assholes.
Best keep your head down, I thought, best pretend you're asleep.
I soon sussed, that they were Australian, in fact, a whole gang of them, all girls!
Now, I won't try putting on an Aussie accent, I can't.
The language being used was totally foul, and I'm no prude. It was like a dozen machine guns firing off - shit, fuck, bollocks, up yer ass, and so on.
I then made the mistake of taking a quick peak, to be confronted with all these gorgeous girls, ranging in age from maybe eighteen, to somewhere around twenty five. And bloody hell! They were all in various states of undress, some in a bra and panties, one or two even with nothing at all.
Disaster struck! I hadn't been sneaky enough.
"Hey guys, we've got another roomy over here!"
I heard footsteps approach, the edge of the sheet moved, and then a little face was peering in at me. A shriek, "It's a fella, an' I saw him taking a gander."
The next second, I'm laid there, in my underpants, the sheet snatched away.
The bed was surrounded by all these semi clad females, several swaying quite badly. And it was one of the latter, who literally fell on top of me.
Her hands grabbed my head. Her lips were planted on mine, none too gently, I might add. Her panty clad hips rubbed against me like crazy. She was like a sex starved, demented demon.
I reached my hands to push her away. Now I don't mind a good fuck, at the best of times, but this was something else.
This totally pissed girl, slobbering all over my face, not to mention, all the encouragement that was being shouted out in the meantime, and in very expressive terms.
"Come on Jillie girl, fuck the bastard." and various other words of similar meaning.
As I was saying, I did try to push her away, but before you could say, 'hey presto', my arms and legs were grabbed, by god knows how many hands. I was trapped, with nowhere to go, and clearly no help expected.
Someone reached under Jillie, and before I knew it, my pants were gone, at the same time they pushed Jillie's legs apart. I felt another hand pull my cock from under her, and with a firm grip, started on wanking me.
I was starting to enjoy this, well, the whole situation really.
The next thing I knew, was that my hands and feet, were being tied to the iron bedposts, not very tightly, it didn't hurt.
Two of the girls, literally ripped Jillie's panties off her, then several hands were lifting her hips up, until they could push, my now throbbing cock, to her pussy. It was somewhat roughly guided in, as several shouted things like. "Come on Jillie, now fuck!" Unfortunately, Jillie was too far gone, she seemed have lost her motive ability, her hips didn't move, not a bit.
Yelling derision, they lifted her off, to dump her unceremoniously, to the floor.
Another, appearing to me at least, to be a bit more sober, dropped her panties down, and climbed aboard. She straddled me with her knees, and raising her hips, whilst holding her own pussy lips apart, she lowered herself down onto my member, and then, surprisingly gently and slowly, ease me all the way into her until, she sat on my balls.
She called to another girl, "Come 'ere Midge, climb up front, and get yer twat on his face."
Midge duly did as she was bid, and she manoeuvred herself above my head, facing towards the other girl.
With no hesitation, her pussy lips, ground down on my mouth, my nose, by simple geography, was stuck between her ass cheeks. Now these girls had all been out on the piss, all night. I don't mind a bit off ass, but I really do prefer it when it's nice and clean.
Unfortunately, here, I had no choice in the matter. As she rubbed her clit over my lips, my nose was jammed hard against her rear hole.
I saw both girls reach for each others tits, and excuse me, as one fucked my cock, and the other my mouth, they groped and tweaked each other's breasts and nipples.
Meanwhile, the rest were loudly, cheering them encouragement.
The girl above my face shouted at me, "Get your tongue out, and stop fucking about!"
Well, she was hurting my lips, and anyway I could barely breath, what with my nose well and truly buried. So, between her thrusting, I opened my mouth, caught a quick breath of life saving air as she rose a bit. Then thrust my tongue out, to search for her clit.