Assaulted in the Pension Hotel.

Note : This is a totally true floor, it happened to me, many class ago. I may have lost some of the detail over the years, but basically, it's almost exactly as it happened.

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I was on a touring/budget character of holiday, along the in the south sea-coast of Kingdom of Spain. Everything had gone okay, my motorbike had run 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 obtain suited spotlight. Today, however, I just could not find anywhere, and it was now getting somewhat late in the day.

Back in those day, 1964 to be accurate, the stretchability of coast along from Rock of Gibraltar to Torremolinos, was still completely undeveloped. Estepona was still a bantam fishing Greenwich Village, and even Marbella wasn't much more. The beaches simply went on, for mile after mile, with nada and no one.

So, back to the stumble. I hadn't seen a building for some distance, then I spotted a farseeing row of pine trees. A little path meandered, through the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and down to the beach. I rode the motorcycle along the itinerary 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 correct here.

There was a sharp jog in my back. I came awake, expecting trouble, but I couldn't see a thing, with the heights big businessman Aaron's rod radio beam, shining directly in my face.

A voice jabbered away in Spanish, far too fast for me to comply. I did speak some Spanish people, but it needed to be spoken slowly, for me to sympathize when spoken to.

The radio beam dropped from my face. It was then I saw the rifle rump, that had nudged me awake, and the Policia local guy standing holding it.

He wasn't rude, he wasn't wild, 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 dark. Extremely helpfully, he offered to remove me to the cheeseparing Pension Hotel.

So following on my bike, 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 seedy reception, an old guy explained that he had no elbow room left. Only one bed, in a shared dormitory.

It worked out at the equivalent weight of two shillings and sixpence ( twelve and a half pence ) a night. There was no choice but to take it. He explained, the other occupier were still out, but I would find one untouched bed.

An minute later, snuggled under my canvass, and I was fast deceased. I had left one Light, on at the far end of the room.

The door crashed give with a bang, followed by a gaggle of shouting and laughing. That's a good deion really, a caboodle of cackling geese just about covered it !

acerate leaf to say, I was rudely awakened. I knew immediately, that they were as pissed as assholes.

C. H. Best keep your fountainhead down, I thought, pretend you're asleep. I soon sussed, that they were Australian, in fact, eight or nine of them, all girls !

Now, I won't try putting on an Australian stress, I can't. The language being used was totally loathsome, and I'm no prude. It was like a dozen machine accelerator firing off - squat, fuck, testicle, up yer ass, and so on.

I then made the mistake of taking a speedy peep, to be confronted with all these gorgeous girls, ranging in age from maybe eighteen, to somewhere around twenty-five.

And bloody infernal region ! They were all in various states of undress, some in bra and step-in, one or two even with nada at all.

Disaster struck ! I hadn't been underhanded enough."Hey guys, we've got another roomy over here !"

I heard footfall approach path, the edge of the sheet moved, and then a short face was peering in at me. A screeching,"It's a fella, an'I saw him taking a spry 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 promontory. Her mouth 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 shag, at the substantially of times, but this was something else.

This totally pissed fille, slobbering all over my face, not to name, all the encouragement being shouted out in the lag, all in very expressive terms.

"seed on Jillie girl, fuck the bastard."and assorted other password of standardised 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 service expected.

person reached under Jillie, and before I knew it, my pants were gone, at the same clip they pushed Jillie's legs apart. I felt another hand pull my hammer from under her, and with a firm suitcase, started on wanking me.

The following thing I knew, was that my handwriting and metrical unit were being tied to the iron bedposts.

Two of the lady friend, literally ripped Jillie's panties off her, then several hands were lifting her pelvic arch up, until they could agitate, my now throbbing cock, to her pussy.

It was somewhat roughly guided in, as various shouted things like."Come on Jillie, now fuck !"Unfortunately, Jillie was too far gone, she seemed have lost her motivative ability, her hips didn't motility, not a bit.

yelling ridicule, they lifted her off, to dump her unceremoniously, to the story. Another, appearing to me at to the lowest degree, to be a bit more sober, dropped her pantie 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 fellow member, to surprisingly gently, and slowly ease me all the way into her, until she was sat on my balls.

She called to another girl,"cum ‘ ere Midge, climb up face, and get ya'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 purulent lips, ground down on my lip, my nozzle, 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 nice and uninfected. Unfortunately, here, I had no choice in the matter. As she rubbed her clit over my back talk, my olfactory organ was jammed hard against her rump hole.

I saw both daughter reach for the others tits, and excuse me, as one fucked my turncock, and the other my mouth, as they groped and pick off breasts and nipples.

Meanwhile, the rest were loudly, cheering them encouragement.

The girlfriend above my look shouted at me,"Get your clapper out, and stop fucking about !"Well, she was hurting my lip, and anyway I could barely catch one's breath, what with my nose well and truly buried.

Between her thrust, I opened my mouth, caught a prompt breath of life-saving air as she rose a bit. Then push my natural language out, to search for her clit.

It didn't take too much searching, because it was quite big, the only problem was, the taste wasn't the best I had experienced before. Stale pee was what came mostly to mind.

The one riding my pecker, I never did overhear her public figure, screamed aloud that she was gon na cum, then"This bastard's built like a hump entire,"she shouted. I remember that she went completely still, no bucking or writhing.

Naturally, I couldn't see any of this, but I felt it, I did feel her privileged muscles clench on my cock, just once, I think.

Next, I could fell her lifting up, and my cock hit open air. That didn't mean for one second that I was off the hook because no Sooner had she gone, I knew another was taking her place.

Once more than, they shouted for her to"drive him, infant,"as she, in go, lowered herself to encase my cock.

"Fuckin'hell !"I heard her call out, before she went for it, pounding up and down like she was riding in the Derby.

I have to confess, through no break of my own, my cock was by now enjoying the fun.

The girl above my licking glossa began to grind hard against me, once more, I struggled to breathe. But I was saved from suffocation when at that import, she began to orgasm, she did buck up and down, and I managed to grab a quick gasp of air.

She was wet, I've no estimate whether she was a water pistol, or whether she just peed herself, but I do remember thought that I was as likely going to drown.

She again commanded me,"donjon drubbing lover."

But I heard another say,"Fuck off Midge, you've had your go, get out'a there."And I do retrieve, she was actually pushed off me, quite hard.

With no further ado, another was over my face, facing the same way again. Whether it was simply me, getting into the lilt of things, I don't know, but I remember thinking that this one's ass smelled much perfumed, as it happens, so did her pussy, so I felt much well-chosen, attacking her clit.

She'd let it have a good doing, then inched forwards to my chest."spliff your tongue up my ass hole, bucko,"she ordered. Of form, it wouldn't go in, no subject how hard I tried, but I suppose she did get a good rimming during my efforts.

Somehow, I managed to get one hand free from its restraint. I reached under her ass, then leaned forward to pass me better accession, my digit found the object, and I pressed hard, Her fix was already nice and slippery, from my tonguing, so the finger eased in, without too much trouble.

She scooted backwards until her twat was back over my back talk, and because she was now bent over my chest, I had a much well-heeled job of licking along her slit, as well as tweaking her clit.

The girl on my rooster had done her job, I knew I was going to shoot my cargo, as it started to rise in me, I could get wind her screaming,"Yes, fuck, I'm gon na cum."She bounced on me like mad, and then I let sluttish."Oh shit, I can feel him cumming as well, fucking bloody marvellous !"

I felt her cosmetic surgery herself, and her hand took clasp of my dick as it came out, dripping cum all over. She bent down and shoved it in her mouth, rubbing and sucking for all she was worth.

The remaining girl still astride me, started to wrestle about fast, so I fucked my finger in her ass harder, at the Lapp prison term, sucked on her clit with gusto. Her bridge player gripped my sides like a vice, as she in her crook, reached her meridian. This one wasn't as long before she was spent, no sooner had she orgasmed, and she just fell forward.

The one at my dick had now let it go, well, it had gone limp.

The two young lady got off the bed, and for the first prison term, I could take a breath properly. I thought I was now home and dry, but I was wrong.

Three of the girls still standing around had grabbed my loose hand and promptly tied it, back to the top of the bed."Got ta keep you there until he's recovered."One said, pointing at my dick, the others chorused their agreement.

I heard one say,"I'm going for a urine, anyone else coming ?"

Another answered,"Where you going, we've got a peeing pot right here."I struggled in vain against my hamper, but there was no getting away. The number one girl who had spoken, climbed up on me, legs either side of my chest.

She took clutch of her pussy lips, and took aim, at first goose egg happened, but I could see her clenching her muscleman, as she pushed. Then it came, a stream of pee splashing all over my face,"Come on, open up your sass, you dingbat."I suppose I couldn't do much else, so I duly opened and took what she had left.

They weren't finished with me though, the early two daughter went to each side of the bed. They both spread their pegleg, aimed their pussies, and then let fly. I mean, I could've drowned there and then, as I desperately swallowed. I did lead off choking badly because the violence of their pee was also going up my nose.

When they were done, devote them their due, they take the wet pillow away, and fetched a towel and dried me.

What following, I wondered, but there was no next. I was left in peace until I eventually fell asleep.

I woke with a start, a women's interpreter jabbering away in Spanish, and I saw this middle-aged plus woman, cleaner or something I imagine. She was still jabbering on, as she untied my aching arms.

She tutted away to herself, as I massaged my sore wrists. I looked about the way, all the young lady's gear wheel had gone.

The woman by the bed flicked a dust coat at my cock. horseshit ! it twitched. She loosen my animal foot ties and helped me sit up.

The bed smelled and was still quite wet. In my bad Spanish people, I said,"las chicas, yo no."( the girls, not me ).

"Ah, sí, entiendo,"( yes, I understand ), she replied, looking at the ropes.

She helped me stand, my articulatio talocruralis really hurt, then she grabbed a towel and helped me hobble to the bathroom.

She pushed me to sit, while she ran a bath, then she helped me rise in and sit, I lay back it was seventh heaven. I had closed my centre, as I relaxed.

I expected her to be gone when I opened them, but no, she was still there, kneeling next to the bathtub, with her arms resting on the side. She wasn't looking at me, not my aspect that is but was staring at my cock lazily floating about the water.

She suddenly took my shoulder joint and sat me up, then a soapy sponge was scrubbing my head, followed by my shoulders and back. She then washed my aspect and pectus, just like mum when you were a little kid. But unlike mum, she also washed my cock.

What did you carry, right away it started to go hard. She looked at me and wagged a finger in my typeface, I didn't understand what she said. But in the meantime, her other hired man was still cleaning my cock.

well maybe it wasn't cleaning anymore, but kind of detrition. She rubbed a bit harder, it got stiffer, and more she rubbed, now with two hands, a repelling smile on her face.

She watched me begin to tense, and she positively beamed. My encumbrance shot up into the air, and she chuckled with glee. Then she rinsed her handwriting in the bathing tub water, she gave my stopcock a acuate nose drops, all the metre muttering away still. With that, she stood and was gone.

When I went back to the room, the bed had been stripped, my gear all on the side by side bed. On top, a saw a piece of newspaper publisher. It was a bill, in English language,"Thanks for a good nookie fella."

It was just signed,"From your Aussie girls, with love."

When I went downstairs, the old boy was behind the desk, the lady from the bathroom stood beside him.

"Mi esposa y yo deseamos un viaje seguro."( My married woman and I wish you a safe journey ).

The end .