I want to dance all night long

I want to dance, all night long.

After twenty years living in Madrid, I was fed up with the hustle and bustle of the big city, the always packed metro, the tourists, the cars and rushing everywhere. I lived in an interior flat, with one room and a kitchenette in a tenement near the Rastro, and every day I grew more bitter about the daily routine: going to work, eating at the office, going to the gym on my way back, preparing the next day's food and sitting around in front of the TV until I went to bed, bored to death. I had been dating a girl for a couple of years, but nothing serious, just to share some solitude on the weekends, the only days we had free.

But you know, man is a creature of habit, and he wasn't so bad. The fact is that when I turned forty-four, Marga, that was my partner's name, told me that she had met someone else and that she was going to live with him. So goodbye, thank you for your services and have a nice day. A few days into work my boss told me that a vacancy had come up in a provincial town, with about thirty thousand inhabitants, that had a cinema, shopping centres and a great social life, nana na nana. He suggested, so to speak, that it would be best to accept the position. I pretended to think about it a bit, he raised my salary by a hundred and fifty bucks and they billed me without acknowledgement of receipt to Castilla la Mancha, to breathe fresh air among vineyards and sheep.

For less than the price of the flea market, I rented a chalet on the outskirts. I've never been a very sociable guy, so what can I do? Outside of work, I only interacted with Gertru, the elderly lady, who came to clean the house once a week and even brought me croquettes and biscuits from time to time, and I was delighted. But good things soon end: one day she told me that her husband had retired and that they wanted to live life, that they had suffered enough, and enjoy their grandchildren. And that I should give her the bill and be happy; but that I shouldn't worry, that she had a niece who had just become a widow with a shitty pension -sorry-. That she was well-disposed and very clean, that her sister had already taken it upon herself to teach her how to run a house. Well, look how good, everything was great. The only problem was that she could only come on Saturday mornings, so I would have to get up early, what can I do?

On Friday I had a couple of beers at home watching a movie and went to bed early. On Saturday morning, fresh as a daisy, I was in the kitchen drinking a coffee when the doorbell rang.

She was a girl wearing pink sunglasses, chewing clichés with her mouth open. She was quite tall, over five feet seven, with a long face and a hooked nose. She had platinum blonde hair pulled back in a high ponytail that showed off her dark brown roots, tight jeans ripped at the knees, a white satin jacket pulled above her waist and platform sneakers, but the wrinkles at the corners of her mouth betrayed that she had long since left her thirties behind.

–Gabriel?

I nodded.

"I'm Petra, Gertru's niece," she said in a voice that spoke of two packs of cigarettes a day, dragging out her s's a lot.

Damn, from what Gertru had told me, I was expecting a housewife, not some chav who looked like she had just come out of an after-hours club in an industrial estate.

“Yeah, she told me you were coming. Come on in,” I said as I stepped aside. Although she was a bit thin for my taste, she had a nice ass, a bit flat, but round and tight. Under her jacket she was wearing a tight T-shirt with a padded bra showing through it. She was painted like a door, but if she took off half a kilo of cosmetics she would surely look much better.

I showed her where the cleaning products were and went to the room where I had the computer to let her work in peace. After a while I heard her moving around the house, humming something by Camela under her breath, I thought I recognized her. When I went to the bathroom, I found her cleaning the lower doors of the living room cabinet, with her ass in the air and the strap of a black thong sticking out of the waistband of her pants. I, who hadn't had sex since I left Madrid, got horny just from that, so I washed my face with cold water and looked at bullshit on the Internet, waiting for her to leave so I could jerk off to her. At about half past twelve, she knocked on the door. Damn, that's how long the waitress's gum lasted.

–If you let me, I'll clean up a bit here and then I'll be done.

"Perfect," I replied. "Do I need to go out?"

–No, you do your thing, you don’t bother me. – She started sweeping with vigorous sweeps that made her butts wobble. Then she mopped the furniture. Her thong was visible every time she bent down and I was getting more and more nervous. She had narrow hips, but a great ass, which felt hard and firm. She made me change places a couple of times to sweep and then she mopped.

–Well, that's it.

I went out to check. Everything was spotless and a soft lavender scent wafted through the house. Gertru was going to be right after all, and the girl knew how to do her job.

–Okay, Petra. Everything is great. How do you want me to pay you, every day or at the end of the month?

–Well, I'd rather you pay me every day, I'm a bit short on time and I could use the cash. It's three hours, or thirty-six euros, like my aunt charged you. Oh, I've left your clothes hanging out to dry. If you want, I'll iron them for you the next day.

–Don’t worry, I’ll do it myself. There you go.

“Well, fine,” he said, putting the money in his pants pocket, which were so tight that the coins were sticking out. “Listen, I was thinking that, if you want, next Saturday I can do a general cleaning. The windows, on top of the furniture, under the beds and all that. My aunt was too old for that kind of thing, and this house needs a good going over.”

And me too, I thought, remembering her pert ass with the straps of her thong peeking out from her waist. Although I was about to tell her, I stopped myself at the last moment.

–Well, it wouldn't be a bad idea, actually. But it might be a lot for one day, since the house isn't small.

–So don’t worry, I’m coming with my friend Paqui and between the two of us we’ll get everything sorted in one morning.

We agreed that she would come at nine o'clock the following Saturday with her friend. We said goodbye at the door and she went shaking her ass down the street. Thinking about getting her to fuck, it didn't take me long to cum.

The week went by without much fanfare. On Friday, when I got off work, some colleagues told me to go and have a few beers with them. We moved on to drinks and I got home at one in the morning, feeling a bit tired. I went straight to bed and didn't remember to set the alarm.

The next morning the first thing I heard was the doorbell ringing in my head. The mother of all people, who had arranged to meet Petra. I was naked, so I put on my pajama pants and a T-shirt and hurried down the stairs.

–There you go, there you go.

I opened the door and was blinded by the sunlight. Holy shit.

"Wow, looks like someone's been glued to the sheets," Petra said.

–Yes. Sorry. It's just that yesterday they convinced me to have a beer after work and it wasn't just one, you know – I answered as best I could, covering my eyes.

–Nothing, man, don't worry, it's early. If you want, go back to bed, you look bad – ¬¬he said with a laugh. –Look, this is my friend, the one I told you about the other day, Paqui, who's coming to give me a hand, I already told you that, do you remember?

Paqui was a girl about his age. She was a little shorter, dark-skinned, with wavy hair and lots of curves, lots of them. She was wearing a denim jacket and a tight T-shirt that showed off a nice pair of tits, at least a size 100. She had a very defined waist and nice hips, squeezed into black leggings. She lowered her sunglasses to look at my package. Embarrassed, I realized that I had a big cock and tried to hide behind the door, but Paqui came over and gave me two kisses with a smile.

“Heyyyyyy,” she said, stretching out the last one and putting her lips together as if she were eating a calipo. My penis began to think on its own and became a little more agitated.

–Come in, come in. You know where everything is, Petra. I'm going upstairs to take a shower – I said, turning my back so they wouldn't see the tent.

–Calm down. You go ahead and do your thing, we'll take care of the floor below. Let's go change, sweetie, we have homework today – Petra said to her friend.

They both went into the office to change. Before going up I went to get some paracetamol, to see if it would help my hangover a bit. When I came back I heard laughter behind the door.

–Did you notice? I was hard!

–Yesssss – Petra answered laughing. – We must have caught him in the middle of a horny dream.

–Hey, the guy isn't bad for his age. I'd fuck him, though – Paqui replied.

–What do you say, Aunt? He's at least ten years older than you. Besides, you've always liked yogurt.

–Well, what do you want me to say? The truth is that yes, they get really hard as soon as you get close to them, but then, when it comes to fucking, they have no idea, they cum right away and then you have to finger yourself so you don't finish halfway.

–Don't tell me you're fucking someone, Paqui: if your husband finds out, you'll see.

–He doesn't understand anything. He's already had enough with football. And he has to pay attention to me, you know that. If they don't give it to me at home, I'll have to look for it wherever there is, damn it.

–That's enough, aunt.

I crept upstairs, even more horny. Holy crap, especially Paqui. I took a cold shower that cleared my head and thought about making the most of the morning by putting some lights on the back porch, which had little light. I went to the garage to get the tools.

As I walked through the living room door, Petra was dusting the cushions and Paqui was sweeping. They had both put on a robe, but while Petra's was blue and quite loose, Paqui's was a faded pink and so thin that it was almost transparent. Her buttocks moved freely in time with the brush and the straps of her thong on her hips were visible. That was enough to make me feel fat again. I heard Petra say to her:

–Aunt, you're going to have to retire that robe now, it's so worn out.

–Yeah. I had brought it to wear over my leggings, but it’s so hot today…

–Well, everything is transparent to you, you bitch. And you're also completely wasted. It seems like you're looking for trouble.

They both laughed and I made a little noise, to make it seem like I had just arrived.

–I'm going to the garden to put up some wall lights. If you need anything, let me know.

“Don’t worry, everything is under control,” said Petra. Paqui was still sweeping, but she looked at me out of the corner of her eye with a half smile. The buttons on her robe looked like they were about to pop off in front, and her breasts were visible, which was a sight to behold. Petra wasn’t as tight as her friend, but she had the bottom button undone and more than half her thigh was visible. Her legs were a little thin, but long and shapely. When she bent down, the robe clung to her ass, which was small but very well placed. With age, I liked wider hips more and more every day, and Paqui had an impressive ass, enough to bite. I started to get nervous, so I took the ladder to mark the holes for the fixtures, one on each side of the porch door. I had just climbed up when they opened the windows of my room, on the top floor, without realizing that I was right below.

–What a great bed. The three of us could sleep here, or not sleep at all, if you know what I mean – said Paqui.

I carefully peeked out of the window. Petra was in the bathroom and Paqui was adjusting the bottom sheet. Her ass was sticking out and the triangle of her thong between her buttocks was visible. Her robe was about to burst with those rounded muscles. Petra was standing on a stool and had one leg over the sink. Through the mirror I could see that she was wearing a red cotton thong with a little drawing on it. Paqui lay down on the bed.

–Fuck, the mattress is so comfortable. You have to fuck like hell here.

What are you doing, crazy girl? Come on, get up, because if the owner sees you, we're going to kill you.

–Do you think so? I don't know. Maybe he'd get motivated. I wouldn't care, I can tell you that.

–Holy shit, Paqui. You're such a bitch, bitch. I'm sure that when Fernando arrives you'll leave him dry.

–I wish, girl, but you'll see how he does what he always does: his friends come to the bar, he drinks a lot of drinks with them and sleeps all fucking afternoon. And I'm behind the bar putting up with slobs.

–Look, daughter, there's no other way. Look, Jose did the same thing, but he got me some dust. Not like now, when I'm on my last legs.

–Well, because you want to, and I think it's time for you to find someone to help you out. Girl, it's been at least six months since he died, God rest his soul, and one has one's needs.

–Yeah, man, but it's just that I'm bored, and you know how they are in this town. As soon as I get on with someone, they'll put me on top.

–As if it were the first time, you don't mind. Let them say what they want. Your dick is yours and you do with it whatever you want. I used to fuck the first guy who came along. Come on, this one, so you can charge him for the hours.

"Yes, man, as if she were a whore," Petra replied, scandalized.

–No fucking shit, life is very hard. And nobody is bitter about a sweet thing. Come on, with what you've been.

–Yeah, but that was when we were young. Now I feel embarrassed.

–Well, no way. Besides, you can see he's horny. Have you seen how he got up? Come on, as soon as you make eyes at him twice, he'll jump on you.

–You're crazy. Look at the attention he gave us when we arrived.

–Because you're not doing what you should be doing, you're a fool. I'm telling you that this guy will fall as soon as you put your mind to it. And he doesn't seem to have a bad tail.

–Fuck, Paqui, you're such a slut. You're always thinking about fucking and people aren't like you.

–No? I'll turn this guy on as soon as he comes close to me, you'll see. And don't tell me I'm a slut, because I'm sure your pussy is itching.

–You don't stop talking dirty, you pig, and I'm really in trouble.

–Well, let me do it, and we’ll have a laugh today.

I went down the stairs trying to make as little noise as possible. The fact is that they were both very useful, nobody turns down a sweet treat, as Paqui had said, who seemed to be much more relaxed than her friend.

After a while they came down and started cleaning the windows in the living room. I was sitting at the table on the porch, assembling the lamps to put them up later. Paqui brought a bucket and started to scrub the windows with soap and water, while Petra did the same with the mirror on the opposite wall. Paqui was a spectacle. With each wipe of the cloth her tits moved as if they had a life of their own and, when she cleaned the top part, they stuck to the glass. My cock began to react to the spectacle. She had decided to turn me on and she was succeeding. It wasn't just that she moved her tits, it was that every time she bent down to get water from the bucket, she put her ass in the air, and even her slit was visible through her robe. There came a moment when she turned around and caught me red-handed, but she continued scrubbing without saying anything.

When Petra finished with the mirror, she went out into the garden and took the ladder.

–If you don't mind, I'll take it for a moment to clean the top of the furniture.

Her robe fell open as she climbed each step, but when she got to the top she bent down to clean on top of the cabinet, so it rode up to her ass, letting me see her pussy barely covered by the strap of her thong. Paqui noticed what Petra was doing, and upped the ante, squatting down to clean the underside of the glass, letting me see a small white triangle between her legs.

Meanwhile, I was sitting down, setting up the lamp on the table, with an increasingly obvious erection. Shortly afterwards, Petra returned with the ladder.

–Well, the furniture is now clean. I'll leave it there for you.

Taking advantage of a moment when the two of them had their backs turned, I climbed on top of them with the drill, trying to concentrate on the job so that my excitement would subside a bit. I heard the two of them talking in low voices and laughing. Paqui raised her voice and said.

–Come on, let’s clean the windows from the outside.

I was shocked. As soon as they came out they were going to notice that I was really drunk. So I turned around a bit. But Paqui went around the ladder to clean the window on the other side. When she raised the bucket, she hit the sill and a jet of water splashed her.

“Wow, what a mess I’ve got,” she said. The left side of her robe had gotten wet, and her bra and part of her thong were showing. My cock jumped out of my pants and she noticed, but she kept cleaning as if nothing had happened. I was trying my best to contain myself, but every time she bent over you could see her tits or stick her ass out. She was a little plump: curvy, as they say now, but you could tell she was hard as a rock. She was a hottie and she knew it.

Petra, meanwhile, continued cleaning the windows of the living room, getting closer and closer to where I was. There came a time when her face was less than a metre from my cock and I was up on the ladder with no way of escape. From above, every time she moved her arms I could see her bra, which was a little big on her and almost let her nipples slip out.

“Hey, do you have any more holes left to drill?” Paqui said to me in an innocent voice, looking at the package. “I mean, I’m just sweeping the porch,” she continued in the same tone. Petra giggled.

–Yes, a couple more of them, on the other side of the door.

–You're quite a handyman. You could come to my house one day, I have two holes to fill and my husband isn't very good at it.

Petra opened her eyes in shock at the obvious invitation, but Paqui continued cleaning as if nothing had happened. I moved the ladder and installed the other light fixture. When I finished, they were cleaning the last corners and it was almost one o'clock.

¬"I'm going to get the bread. I'll be back in a minute," I told them.

When I arrived they were sitting on the porch, smoking a cigarette. Petra had her legs crossed, but Paqui had stretched them out and the opening of her robe almost reached her panties. She looked at me, blowing smoke out without changing her position.

–Are you done yet? Come on, let's go have a drink, it's time for an aperitif.

“Oh, yeah,” Petra said. “I’ve been drinking coffee all day and I feel like I have a hole in my stomach.”

"Look at her, she eats like a horse and I don't know where she puts it, she never gets a single gram, the bitch. As soon as I eat a piece of bread, it goes right into the pan," ¬Paqui answered.

–And the tits, you're not kidding me –continued Petra–, what a pair of melons you have. Right, Gabriel?

"Well, they're not bad at all," I answered, trying to look away from those swollen hills that were about to burst my robe.

"They're not bad at all? Hey, these have been the best tits in this town, and that's been said by more than one person," said Paqui, literally sticking out her chest.

–And more than twenty, you're kidding me –said Petra.

"Heyyyyyy," Paqui replied, slapping him on the arm.

My cock, which had calmed down on the trip to get the bread, stirred restlessly and I noticed my boxers starting to tense.

-What do you want to drink? Wine, beer? - I said.

–We are more of a calimocho, always.

–Well, if you want, I can prepare a sangria, which I think is better at this time of day.

–Great –answered Paqui. –Should we give you a hand?

–No need, you've already worked hard enough. But we'd better sit in the living room, where we'll be more comfortable and it's a bit cool here, don't you think?

–Can we smoke? For me, an aperitif without a cigarette doesn't taste like anything.

–Smoke, but leave the doors open, let the smoke go away.

I prepared the sangria, cut some ham and opened some tins of preserves and chips. When I came back, they were both on the sofa. I sat in the chair closest to Petra. At first we ate hungry, as the morning had been intense, and we drank a jug of sangria. Now that I was calmer, I was able to look at them both. Petra was light-skinned, with a long face and slightly bulging eyes, but without being made up like a door, she was certainly a great looker. Paqui was an Andalusian beauty, with big, black eyes, very pretty in the face. But she was like her friend, who put on makeup as if she were a high school girl on her first night out at the disco. Although it was obvious that they had spent many nights partying, they were still very useful. Sitting on the sofa, I could see almost their entire legs. I went to make another jug of sangria, but this time I added a good amount of honey rum that a friend from the Canary Islands had recently given me.

"This one's really good," said Petra after taking a good swig. "Strong, just the way I like it. What do you want, to get the hell out of here?"

"Well, I don't give a damn," said Paqui. "Look, I'm going to call Fernando and tell him I'm going straight home and he can take care of the bar this afternoon, because I'm exhausted."

–Do you have a bar? –I asked him.

–Yes, El Alegría , behind the market pharmacy. Come by, I’ve never seen you there.

As she said this she stretched her arms above her head to stretch, causing her breasts to almost spill out of her neckline. The robe was so tight and overly lined that the top button popped off, leaving her bra exposed.

“Oops!” he said as he tried to join the two parts of the robe together. “Sorry.”

My eyes immediately rolled back and Petra turned to see what was happening.

–Wow! I knew this was going to happen. You should have retired that robe a long time ago, I already told you.

–Yes, Aunt. But, anyway, I only wear it at home. I'm going to change, it's not a question of eating with my tops out.

–Come on, you're going to change! – But it's so clean that it looks like you've been in a bra and thong all morning, right? – Petra said, looking at me. –Let's see if you're going to be embarrassed now, dammit.

–Yes, Aunt. But that's not the point. I don't know. Maybe it bothers Gabriel – said Paqui, looking at me with feigned embarrassment.

–It doesn't bother me at all. On the contrary, it's always good to have a nice view.

"Well, if you don't mind, I don't either," Paqui replied. "I'd better leave it on, so I don't stain my clean clothes with the mussel oil. Just a minute, I'll call my husband."

He stood up and stepped back a little. Damn, seeing her in that robe, still a little wet, was almost worse than if she had nothing on. She looked amazing.

–Hey, don’t wait for me this afternoon… No, Petra and I have had a hell of a beating, so I’m going to grab a bite to eat with her, take a shower and go to sleep… What? …Well, if there are people around, you can wake Javier up, that’s what we pay him for. I’ll come over later, around eight, when the football starts. Yes, yes. Don’t be a pest, man. Come on, see you later.

–Damn, what a boring guy. I'm not telling him to go fuck himself because I'm too lazy. He was already talking shit, you bet. And I'm working like a beast.

He sat back down and we ate for a while without talking.

"And you've been friends for a long time? ¬" I asked, mostly to break the awkward silence.

–Wow, since we were kids. Just imagine, we went to kindergarten together. Zipi and Zape called us, because we were always getting into trouble ¬– Petra answered.

–Yes, but that was until we got to high school, when we were older. Then they started calling us Sonia and Selena – continued Paqui.

–You know, because we were a blonde and a brunette, and we really liked to dance.

–And because we were so hot, you're not fucking kidding.

–That's true too. But it was mostly because of this one –said Petra – that when she turned fourteen she had these huge tits and she wore low-cut tops that made guys drool. –said Petra.

–Of course, and since you've always been jealous and didn't have tits like you do now, you spent all day showing your ass.

–I was showing my ass? And you, what? You even fucked Blázquez in the school bathroom!

–He screwed us. And what a tough guy that guy was! It still hurts to remember it.

They burst into fits of laughter, both of them covering their mouths and slapping each other's thighs. When they calmed down a bit, Paqui looked at me and said:

–Well. You should have seen us one day when we went down to Crepúsculo, the discotheque in the next town.

"Let's see what you're going to tell, Aunt!" said Petra, hitting her on the shoulder.

–What do you care, Aunt? That was twenty years ago!

–Yes, aunt, but…

–It's nothing, woman. –Paqui looked at me with a mischievous face and, leaning towards me, with her tits overflowing over her bra, she said:

–That day was amazing.

–Oh, really? And what was so special about it? – I asked.

It was Petra who answered.

–Well, you see, we were about sixteen at the time, but since I'm so tall and she had those tits, they let us in everywhere. One day they brought a disc jockey to the disco in the next town, which was a big deal back then, and the two of us went there.

“It was the first time we were going out to party in another town,” Paqui interrupted, “so we bought some dresses in a Chinese store, since we didn’t have a penny. I think they cost us about five euros, just imagine. Hers was red and mine was yellow, both the same: short and very tight, with an open back and tied at the neck. We even had to buy some thongs, because our panties were very noticeable. Well, it turns out that we left the house very formally dressed, and our parents wouldn’t have let us go out in those dresses, not even in their hearts. We had to change in their garage. The thing is that when we put them on we realized that they were shorter than we thought, that they barely covered our asses. On top of that, we couldn’t wear them with a bra, because the strap was visible at the back.” And look, I already had a nice pair of tits, but this one is worse, because, although she barely had any breasts back then, even less than now, she's always busty, and you can't imagine the nipples that bitch has.

"Don't tell things, you pig!" said Petra, hitting her.

–What do you mean? I wonder if he'll be able to see my tits and you'll be there, like a dead fly. Look, look, how he has them.

Paqui started to pull at Petra's robe and Petra slapped her. The two of them started to fight, half seriously, half jokingly. Petra threw herself on top of Paqui and the other lifted her leg to put it between the two of them, so I could see her white lace thong under which her completely shaved pussy was visible. Petra's robe had ridden up and I could see her thong, made of dental floss, between her buttonhole and her vaginal lips. I was enjoying the show with my cock so thick it could crack nuts, when Paqui screamed.

“You asshole, you broke my nail! ¬” she said, sucking on her finger. Another button of her robe had come undone, and her bra was completely visible. My cock jumped in front of those glorious tits.

–Well, you're screwed, for being so big-tongued! –But they both calmed down a bit and, very politely, put their clothes back on. Paqui sucked her thumb again.

–Come on, go on. –said Petra looking at his hand. –That's nothing. Wait, I'll give you a file, I have it in my bag.

Paqui began filing her nail and Petra took another sip of sangria. After a while she continued talking.

–As I was telling you, when we put on our clothes we were about to change again, but in the end we said that what the worms are going to eat, the humans should enjoy, so we put on some high heels, put on a jacket and went to look for Ismael and his friends, who were already of legal age and had a car to take us.

–And you wouldn’t believe it –Paqui interrupted him. –It’s just that as soon as they saw us appear they started to say stupid things. And that was even though we hadn’t taken off our jackets and only the bottom part was visible. What bastards. They all tried to get us to go with them, but in the end we went with Javi and Mireia, who were dating and that way we got rid of the annoyances, although Javi kept looking at our legs in the rearview mirror as soon as the other girl wasn’t looking.

–Well, the thing is that we went into the club and at first we were really embarrassed that they would see us without a bra, so we kept our jackets on, but as soon as we took them off, you'd be amazed ¬–continued Petra– All the idiots started to approach us and we were just doing our own thing, until a guy who was really hot, made up and had a tribal tattoo on his neck came up and told us he was buying us some drinks.

"And I think the son of a bitch did something to us," said Paqui.

"And that?" I asked, more and more interested. Paqui looked at Petra as if asking for permission.

–Well, after a while we started to get a kind of heat and an urge to dance that wasn't normal. And also to rub against anyone, which gave me a thrill like no other. This one's nipples got so big you could hang a wet towel on them, I was freaking out.

He paused to take another drink and it was Petra who continued.

–It was probably ecstasy, although we have had it several times since then, and none like that. The fact is that what this girl says, that my nipples looked like they were going to rip the dress, she did too, don't believe it. And with those huge tits she has. –Paqui took a deep breath to demonstrate. –We both started dancing and the guys went crazy. They did nothing but invite us to drinks and shots and come rub each other. And then that song I want to dance all night came on, which drove us crazy.

–But we were also really bitches with what that guy had done to us, you know? –said Paqui–, so we got up on one of the go-go dancers' platforms and that's when things really got out of hand, because this bitch, who's now acting frigid, started putting her leg between my thighs.

–What are you saying? You were as horny as a bitch, you bitch, you were even dripping!

–Damn, you already know that I get horny with anything and that day even more. Well, to the point: we got super hot and started to grope each other and show off, but really hard. The guys got under us to see our thongs, but we didn't care. In the end, the security guards had to get us out of there, because if we got down, they would rape us. They say that some of them even jerked off in the bathroom. From that day on, they started calling us Sonia and Selena.

While they were telling me this, they laughed as if it were the funniest thing in the world, but with the story and the spectacle they had given me, I was so excited that it even hurt. When I thought the story was over, Paqui kept talking.

–But it doesn't end there.

–No! Don’t fucking tell him that.

–And why not, let's see? Are you going to be embarrassed now? It seems that not everyone in town knows.

Petra pouted, but fell silent, so Paqui continued talking.

–Well, when the security guards took us out, they took us to the owner’s office. He was a guy who was about forty years old, an old man to us, fat and bald and with a lot of red in his face. The guy put three hundred euros on the table and told us that he would pay us that much every night that we went dancing like we had done. It was a lot of money, since we were always broke, but we said no.

She stopped for a moment to place a mussel on a French fry. The two looked at each other nervously.

"Well, I don't think it's something so scandalous that it can't be told. We've all done crazy things when we were young," I said.

–No, it doesn't end there –said Paqui. –As we said no, the guy told us he'd give us five hundred bucks if we did a private showing, but ending up naked.

"I didn't want to, I swear," ¬said Petra. "But this one convinced me. Damn, I've never seen so much money together in my life."

Paqui took the floor again.

–So there we were, both horny as sluts. At first we started out caressing each other a little shy. But it must have been because of what the tattooed guy had put in our cups, which made us all horny, that before long we were kissing and touching each other like crazy. The guy took out his cock and started jerking off, but we didn’t care and continued with the show. He said he’d give us a thousand bucks if we let him fuck us, but he wanted to do it bareback and we were really scared of getting pregnant. So I told him that for another three hundred we’d give him a handjob together. And we got to it. Fuck, I think he came in two minutes. He gave us the eight hundred bucks and said he’d pay us four hundred a night, extras. But we’d already seen what extras were, so we said no. When we left, almost everyone in the village had left and those who were left were too drunk to drive, so we went to the square to catch a taxi. During the trip we looked at each other and started giggling, you can see how crazy we were. But we were still so excited. When we got to the garage to change, we were both really drunk, right? –she said, looking at Petra.

"Did you two hook up?" I asked hopefully.

"Well, we kissed a few times and touched each other's boobs a little, but each one had his own pussy," Petra answered.

–Fucking hell! –Paqui said–. Everything happened that night, and you know it.

–Well, something happened –Petra admitted. –It's just that we were there for a while, and there was no way to get over the heat. But anyway, a few gropes and licks and that's it.

–And that's it?

–Let's see: we don't like pussies, what can we do about it. Although we've done the thing of masturbating together many times –said Paqui –especially with the porn movies that she stole from her brother, which featured so many bugs that some were even scary.

"I'm telling you," Petra replied. "My God, Nacho Vidal was so cool."

"Well, I think Blázquez's was bigger," said Paqui, hitting him on the shoulder.

–Holy shit. No wonder you're still sore.

The two of them laughed out loud. The sangria was taking its toll on all three of us and we were growing more and more confident. When we calmed down a bit I asked them:

–Have you two fucked any guys?

They looked at each other and smiled.

"We did that once, but the guy came right away. There are too many women for one guy," Paqui replied, playing with the straw in the sangria and with the glass between her tits, "don't you think?"

"I don't doubt it," I replied. "The truth is that you are both very attractive."

–Wow, that's nice. You can tell he comes from the capital. We're in great shape, don't you dare say – said Paqui. –You'll see. Come on Petra, get up so he can see us well.

Although Petra resisted at first, Paqui lifted her up and made her spin around, slapping her on the ass.

"Look at that bitch's ass, it's like marble," he said as he pulled up her robe. Petra stepped away laughing and continued with the game.

–And what is she like? –he said, lifting Paqui’s robe. ¬–Not a drop of cellulite. And what do you think of these tits? A size 110 and look how they hold up. And take off the robe, damn it, she’s a mess!

He pulled at Paqui's robe, which ripped completely.

"You're a bitch! You're going to find out!" said Paqui, grabbing her by the robe and pulling her. Petra resisted a little, but eventually gave in.

–Wait, wait, I'll take it off myself! Damn, it's brand new.

She began to unbutton the buttons and then let the robe fall to the floor. It was amazing to see both of them in their underwear: one brunette, all curves in white lace clothes and the other blonde, slim, in a cotton outfit and with very long legs. They even turned around a couple of times so that I could see them better.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” I said. I looked up “I Want to Dance All Night Long” on Spotify and they started dancing like crazy, singing along at the top of their lungs. Damn, they even knew the choreography. They got me up off the couch so I could dance with them. I’m not one to dance, but between the sangria and the two of them in their underwear, especially because of the last part, I couldn’t refuse.

"What do you think?" Paqui said loudly. "Well, imagine yourself twenty years younger."

"Fuck, right now," I answered, unable to stop looking at her tits.

Petra drank half a glass of sangria in one gulp and refilled it.

"My God, I'm already half drunk!" she said as she dropped onto the sofa with her legs spread. Her thong clearly showed her vaginal lips. Paqui burst out laughing, just as drunk as she was.

–Cover yourself, you filthy whore, your pussy is almost visible!

“Oh!” said Petra. “It’s true. But I feel so comfortable like this.” She took another sip of sangria and said to Paqui, who had sat on the arm of the sofa.

–Come on, show him your tits.

Paqui didn't think twice and took off her bra. She had amazing tits, a little saggy, but with very dark areolas and nipples still pointing high. She pinched them a little until they became completely erect. She stood up and stood in front of me.

–Do you like them?

“Wonderful,” I replied. “Can I touch them?”

She nodded. I moved behind her. I ran my hands under her arms and started to caress them. Her nipples were rock hard. She moaned. I lowered my head and kissed her neck. First with my lips, then with my tongue. She moaned and pushed her hips back until my cock was between her two shafts.

–Uffff. Not on the neck, it makes me feel really bad.

But she pressed her ass harder and harder against my cock, moving it up and down. I continued kissing her and licking her earlobe. Her moans increased in intensity and I put a hand in her thong. Her slit was completely soaked and I moved her lips apart to touch her clitoris. As soon as she felt my fingers she turned around and kissed me, grabbing my package, which she began to rub over my pants. I bent down to suck her nipples, even giving them a few bites, which was reciprocated by her hand pulling down my zipper.

–See? I told you he had a nice cock ¬–she said while rubbing it over my boxers. –And he's touching my pussy so well! Don't stop, don't stop!

My hand moved up and down inside her thong, my fingers entering her pussy and then rubbing her clit with the wetness of her juices. We had barely been fingering her for two minutes when she came, still moaning, leaving my hand soaked. I sucked on the fingers I had been fingering her with and she stuck her tongue all the way to my uvula, not caring about the taste of her juices. Then she turned to Petra, who was fingering her pussy over her thong.

–Come here, go on, today you're going to get sick.

Petra stood up and approached us. Paqui unhooked her bra, revealing champagne-glass-shaped breasts with nipples as big as chickpeas crowning small, pink areolas.

"Look at those big nipples Petra has," he said while caressing them. "And you wouldn't believe how she gets when you suck on them a little."

That's what I did. I started sucking on one of her nipples while caressing the other. Petra closed her eyes and leaned her head back, letting me do it.

"You're getting real slutty, aren't you? Go on, show him because they said you were the best sucker in town," he said, pushing her by the shoulders to get her on her knees. In that position, he grabbed her nipples and pulled them until Petra screamed.

—Stop, you bitch! –But she touched them again while looking me in the eyes with a dirty look on her face. She unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my underwear. My cock jumped like a spring a few centimeters from her face. Without stopping looking at me she started licking it.

–And without a hair. How delicious!

She started to jerk me off while she was sucking my balls. Then she went back up the shaft with her tongue and stuck my cock all the way in. Without taking her eyes off me, she pulled it out covered in drool and started licking my head.

“Fuck, what a big cock you have. It almost doesn’t fit in me,” she said while she jerked me off with both hands and gently touched me with her tongue. Meanwhile, Paqui had taken off her thong and, lying on the sofa, she was putting her fingers in her pussy and caressing her tits with the other hand. Petra was sucking me faster and deeper, until I had to move her away so as not to cum. She stood up and took off her thong, revealing her pussy with a thin strip of brown hair. I laid her down on the sofa and then I was the one who got on my knees. I began to lick the inside of her thigh until I reached her vagina. Her labia were sticking out between her labia and her clitoris was sticking out between them. I touched it with the tip of my tongue a couple of times, almost touching it, and then I licked it very slowly. She moaned, arching her back. I stuck two fingers into her pussy, sucking and licking like a madman, until I noticed her legs were beginning to shake and her vagina was contracting. She moaned deep in her throat.

–Look, look how the slut cums! –said Paqui.

I raised my head in time to see Petra shaking from head to toe, her eyes rolling back in her head. Little by little, she became limp on the couch, her eyes closed and in a fetal position.

–Leave her alone, she needs some time to recover. What a fucking meal you've given her. I want another one just like that.

–Well then you'll have to do the same thing she did.

–I don't suck that well, but I know how to do other things.

–Like which ones?

–Come here, go on.

She was still lying on the couch, her legs spread wide and her pussy glistening with juice. She grabbed my cock and started jerking me off. But instead of taking it to her pussy, she made me straddle her, making my cock disappear between her tits. They were so big that she could lift them up to her mouth, and that's what she did, licking my head while looking at me with those big black eyes.

–What, do you like it?

–Fuck, don’t stop, I replied, while I thrust to put it inside her mouth. When she was about to explode, I pulled my cock out and laid her down to penetrate her. Her pussy was soaked and the juices reached the couch, so the cock entered without any resistance.

–Bastard! Stick it in me all the way! Faster, I'm about to cum.

I started pounding like there was no tomorrow. Paqui came screaming so loud that I was sure she could hear it outside the house. I noticed how my balls were tensing, ready to release their load, but suddenly Petra pulled me back, making me come out.

–What do you want, for him to cum with you and leave me high and dry, bitch? Today it's my turn, I haven't had sex in a long time. –He pushed me away from Paqui, who started yelling at him.

–What are you doing, bitch? Fuck, I was about to cum!

"Well, you're ¬fingering me," he said, patting her pussy with each syllable, "because before, all you did was tell me to fuck him."

Paqui reacted to the blows with little screams, but she didn't try to avoid it at any time. Petra got on all fours on the sofa, running her hand over her pussy. I passed the bud between her lips and pressed lightly.

–Slowly, slowly, I haven't fucked in a long time.

My pussy was very tight and it took me a while to get the glans in. I stopped for a moment to let him get used to it.

–Damn, she’s fat ¬– Petra whispered.

I pulled it out and put it back in. This time the bud went all the way in and I stopped again. Petra moaned. I pulled it out again and slowly put it back in. But Paqui had other plans.

–What are you saying, slut? You've had cocks much bigger than this one put in you and you've really enjoyed them. Squeeze it, man.

He gave me a push on the hips that made me go all the way in. Petra let out a cry of pain, but Paqui didn't give her any quarter.

–Did you like it? How long has it been since you had a good cock inside you? And you, go on, she's dying for it.

I pulled it out almost all the way and thrust it in with one thrust, causing another scream, a mixture of pain and pleasure. I continued to do it faster and faster until her moans turned into screams. But Paqui couldn't stay still.

–Look at that little dead fly. I'm sure you'll stick it up his ass now and he won't even complain.

He spit on her asshole and started to slide his finger through it while I continued to penetrate her. Then he stuck it in.

Petra moaned louder and louder, her face buried in the cushions. Paqui inserted another finger into her.

–Look at that greedy little ass. And now she's tight, with all the cocks that must have entered there. Do you want to fuck her in the ass? –he said to me while I put another finger in her.

But Petra was shaking again so I increased the pace until I felt her vagina convulse as she let out inarticulate moans. Paqui was sticking her fingers in her ass and slapping her. Petra tensed like a spring and came in spasms, falling on the couch and leaving me on the verge of cumming, so without thinking twice I put Paqui's cock in her mouth and began to fuck her mercilessly, holding her by the hair. She didn't seem to mind, because on the second thrust she was the one sucking my cock with one hand between her legs.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," I warned him.

She took my cock out of her mouth and put it back between her tits, starting another titjob until I came in torrents. My cum streams reached her chin and landed on her breasts. She kept jerking me off until I finished and then started spreading my cum on her tits and sucking on them. I dropped onto the couch, completely exhausted, and brushed Petra's hair out of her face.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She opened her eyes as if she had just woken up, and even stretched.

-Yes. It's just that when I cum that hard there are times when I even lose consciousness, but I'm fine now, don't worry.

–No way, you've had a hell of a fuck, darling. And I'm here with nothing –said Paqui.

–Yeah, it's like we don't know each other. I'm sure you've cum more times than me, and you get so slutty whenever someone touches you.

–Well, lucky for him, he doesn't fuck with you. And look at the way you've left my robe, which is no longer even good for rags.

–Well, you buy another one. Now, those who will feel it the most are your customers.

Damn, the robe was so worn I didn't believe she'd worn it to the bar, but who knows. The three of us stayed on the couch for a while, regaining our strength. Until Petra said.

–Well, if you don't mind, we'll have a drink and leave, it's almost four o'clock.

–Of course. Would you like to go up to the bathrooms upstairs, which are more comfortable?

–No need, we can manage with the one here. It's only going to take five minutes.

–As you wish. The towels are in…

–I know, I'll put them there. Go on, go take a shower too.

I went upstairs and took a shower as quickly as I could. When I came downstairs, they were both waiting for me in the hall.

–Okay, well, we're off now. See you next Saturday – ¬said Petra.

–Perfect. What do I owe you?

–Well, one hundred and fifty euros.

–…Each one –said Paqui, nudging her friend, who was amazed.

I went back to the living room, where I kept some money for emergencies, and paid them. I stood at the door watching those asses shake on the way out.