OpenFly Air, Part IV - Two hot hostesses in Galicia

All English translations are done as honestly as possible by a non-native speaker. However, if there are any mistakes, please feel free to comment.

🇪🇦 spanish version

Commander Arias announces over the loudspeaker that the plane will enter turbulence and asks all passengers to fasten their seat belts. Manu hurriedly finishes her coffee and tells her colleague Vanessa that they must hurry. With the best of smiles, Manuela tells a young couple to stop reaching under the blanket and to fasten their seat belts, both the seat belts and he the seat belt.

Vanessa, for her part, is almost done with her row, and she plays the clueless and falls over with her whole body, in front of the businessman she had her eye on a while before.

-Oops, sorry, sir... these turbulences always catch me on the wrong foot -Vane excuses herself, resting her hands on her muscular chest, and making sure to rub her delicious tits over his face.

-It's OK -the athletic man comforts her as he helps her by grabbing her hips.

Of course, Vane plays clumsy again, and again "falls" this time on her ass on her crotch, only to certify the hard, fat cock she's given the man under her khaki trousers. Again, she apologizes for her extreme clumsiness, as she smoothes his cock. The man grins from ear to ear. Vane whispers in his ear, that if he has any objection to her sucking his cock and that she is expecting him in 5 minutes in the toilet between rows 40 and 42 for his trouble. The man says that he has never been spiteful and gladly accepts her apology and the blowjob.

The stinging sound of the rain on the windows transports Manuela to an adventure some years ago with her friend and professional colleague Lucía Cardoso. Two tits like two wagons -she chuckles at the memory. What a weekend.

A few years ago

-I'm so tired -said Lucía to Manu. This Camino de Santiago is very nice, but we're not going to get a papal bull for doing the planned 119 kilometers of the English Way to redeem our sins. We are what we are, and we would need to do a few more routes to reset the counter to zero. Even so, the one that most appeals to me is the French one, although if there was a Cuban one, I'd be more attracted to it -says Lucia lasciviously, squeezing her tits. Let's go find us a hotel or a cabin where to end your mystical journey -aid an upset Lucia to Manu. Yes! my cell phone tells me there's a resort of cozy cabins nearby with jacuzzi and everything. I'm going to call right now.

-Ok, Ok -Manu affirmed, more than happy not to be the one to throw the first stone of abandonment, dressed as she was and with her feet "killed".

-They tell me that there's still room, that we should hurry up because we could get a huge bucket of water -continued Lucía, throwing down the staff with the Vieria shell. Fuck the pilgrim stick and the hellish clam.

Our hostesses were lucky and the cabin with jacuzzi near Betanzos was a delight. With wonderful natural surroundings. With the bonus of the festivities in a nearby village which made it possible to enjoy Galician customs in all their splendor. After such an arduous trip, they just wanted to rest, Manu finished reading the bestseller "Menos lobos, Caperucita" (Less wolves, Little Red Riding Hood) by a promising new author and spend hours in the jacuzzi in a hot tub.

-No cocks, just the two of us -Lucía told her that time.

Well, it got out of hand by a long way -Manu recalls mischievously.

They arrived a little after midday and picked up the magnetic card that gave them access to the cabin. The card was in a letterbox with a numerical code at the entrance to the resort office. And as they were on time, they dropped off their suitcases and handed over the relevant documentation to the friendly and beautiful Ukrainian-born real estate agent at the office. Then they unpacked their suitcases on top of the imposing double bed and immediately got into the jacuzzi naked, where they spent almost two hours laughing and drinking alcohol from the minibar. Shortly after they were in, they saw a party of seven boys arrive to occupy the largest of the cabins a little further away. The agent had told them, when collecting their papers, that she was expecting a stag party and that if there was ever a problem with them to call her immediately on her mobile. She also recommended a nice tavern to go for a drink later.

Noisy as the boys were, and with Manu and Lucía being observant, they were able to get a full profile of the boys in no time.

The one who had the upper hand was the muscular Damián of undefined profession together with the flirtatious Lázaro. The most prissy and total asshole-faced was to be the future boyfriend, Abel. He was constantly complaining about his bad head. He was having a shotgun wedding. Unloading the car was Máximo, a wedding photographer by profession. He kept telling anyone who would listen about the countless brides, mothers of brides and bridesmaids he had fucked during his photo sessions.

-More than one of them got for sure an unexpected baby -said Máximo with conviction, who certainly enjoyed a matching cock next to his ponytail, as could be seen by the bulging shape of his trousers.

Rounding out the party were Leopoldo, a mannered hairdresser, Samir, with Arab features and a nondescript demeanor, and Mariano, a funny Cuban, whom everyone picked on because of the color of his skin and who was constantly reminded that he was only there to carry the suitcases for the brave and valiant Spanish conquistadors.

Hours later

After getting cleaned up, our hostesses set off for the village, ending up in the late afternoon with a few ribeiros at the tavern recommended by the landlady. After a short while, they see Samir, one of the members of the farewell party, leave the village and vomiting in the trees. He would not appear again for the rest of the evening.

Some people just don't know how to drink -says Manu, dressed spectacularly in skinny jeans, a T-shirt with an anti-establishment slogan that her younger sister, Mar, had given her, a matching red leather jacket, tall black leather boots and her silky hair pulled back in a graceful ponytail. Lucia, on the other hand, wears black leather trousers, burgundy heels, loose black hair, and a T-shirt about to burst out of her huge H-cup tits with the amusing phrase "My eyes are a little higher, asshole" hidden behind a denim jacket.

They take a seat at one of the more secluded tables. They order some tapas, octopus with paprika and Zamburiñas, and a bottle of ribeiro. Mägo de Oz is playing in the background, but at a decent volume. They scan the place with their eyes. Apart from the usual locals, the guys from the stag party and the real estate agent have finished here too. All except the Cuban, the photographer and the hairdresser who must have stayed in the cottage. The real estate agent is flirting with the waiter with the neatly groomed hair, laughing and touching her earrings all the time. From the look on the boy's face, he'd would love that she touched his balls instead.

Seeing our hostesses, the agent releases her prey and approaches them animatedly from the bar where she was flirting.

-All right, gorgeous? What a pleasure to see you here. You've finally listened to me... this place is first class, the best. Tell the waiter that you've come on my behalf, and he'll give you a discount. The first bottle of Ribeiro is on me, Ok? By the way, my name is Olena. Enjoy your evening, girls.

She winks at them and walks off voluptuously in the direction of a few darts. The waiter has missed his chance.

Manu and Lucía watch curiously from a table at the back of the bar as the other members of the farewell party, emboldened by the alcohol intake, act like seducers, and approach the exuberant Olena, who has started to take a bad aim at the furniture near the dartboard. She is unaware that these are the tenants of the largest hut on her property.

The most daring of them, the muscular Damián, has taken advantage of Olena's picking up darts from the floor to take a chisel to her arse. She ignores him and elbows him away. Damián laughs and asks her if he can buy her a drink. She nods obligingly. Abel, the prospective boyfriend, on the other hand, doesn't just want a chat and is obsessed with seeing Miss Popescu's pussy au naturel.

-I'll give you €20 if you show me your pussy, -says Abel, drink in hand, without even introducing himself.

-Go on, man, you, and your fucking €20 -Olena replies as she finishes off her long drink.

-Come on, sister. We're having a great time, come on, give me a handjob or blow me in the toilet -says Lázaro jokingly to the Ukrainian in a fit of courage, "I'll cum in no time, really, and I'll even let you know when I do. And I'll buy you another drink," -while he keeps groping her between her legs.

She closes her legs, leaving Lázaro's hand trapped like a trap between her tight legs for a moment. Her sex is scorching hot. Abel goes up to her and offers her €50 if she'll show him her pussy. Here and now. No questions asked. He thinks it's an offer he can't refuse.

-You've never earned €50 so quickly in your life -says the king of seduction and gentleman of the banknotes with conviction.

Olena replies that he doesn't know what she earns per month, per week or per hour. Abel persists and takes out his wallet, drops the discount card from the petrol station and a cheap sport newspaper club, and waves a €50 note in front of her. Right here, right now -says the millionaire.

-For €50, I'll just show you my panties -laughs Olena, wobbling a little. The three martinis she's had are starting to take their toll.

-Fuck the fucking panties. I don't want to see them, I already have, and so has half the pub, before when you bent over. What I really want to see is your cunt. 100€, I don't believe you're blonde. You're dyed and you've got a black pussy... There's a God. You know, the color of your eyebrow, the color of your pussy.

-Come on, you guys, you're all fucked up. Just because I'm a little drunk doesn't mean I want to suck your dicks. I... am... a... lady and I have a Romanian boyfriend -stammers Olena. I'm so female that even if I'm like this, I could fuck all four of you without any problem, well three of you, because I've already seen the little brown one vomiting outside. I eat you alive and make you cum in 5 minutes. I've got a 4-year-old whiskey-colored pussy, and it smells like a good joint. Look, I'll show you, get ready -says the Ukrainian, her nipples hard as rocks, as she lifts one leg, takes off her panties and pulls her hair back with them. She thinks better of it and stuffs them into Lázaro's mouth. Give me the 100€ and give me another drink. And I'll show you how Eastern European girls have their pussies.

Abel takes out his mobile phone to immortalze the scene. He has a massive hard-on. Olena spreads her legs on the sofa and shows off her perfect, shapely sex between two thighs adorned with beautiful lace stockings. Abel excitedly takes a succession of photos, most of them out of focus of the spiky blonde hair she adorns like the cream on the most delicious cake.

-Are you happy now? Well, now give me another drink, fuck off and I'm out of here -insists the Ukrainian woman, pushing up her glasses. You, stupid. Give me back my panties, you dirty bastard -she laughs scandalously as she unintentionally throws a full glass at Damián's crotch.

-Don't go, Olena... come on, a straw, a quickie -begs Damián. I'll give you €100.

-Fuck off, you pigs. Let your friend with the bulging eyes do it for you -says Olena, looking at Lázaro as he leaves the tavern with a dizzy duck's gait and our Casanovas hotter than the burners of a BBQ restaurant, convinced they're born seducers, when they are nothing else as cheap slugs.

Manu laughs along with Lucía. We've seen this kind of situation countless times. Cocks with legs. A man can't think and breathe at the same time. It's scientifically proven. The guys finish their drinks and leave thinking they're the kings of the mambo.

The next morning

Olena Popescu is just finishing photocopying the national identity cards of the members of the stag party who have occupied the largest of the only two cabins she has managed to rent this weekend. She frowns, recognizing the boys at once. They're the ones from yesterday. She frowns again as she sees for the umpteenth time that the presumably bad weather forecast for the weekend will not change. The other five cabins will not be occupied under a last-minute miracle. The friendly hostesses of the OpenFly Air airline have already paid the full amount and have occupied the cabin with the jacuzzi, while the collection of the bachelor party turnip field have not paid a single cent for the largest cabin, despite having collected the magnetic access card yesterday. She has already called the smartest of them on his mobile phone to speed up the payment and sees him coming down the path with the muscleman. She opens the door and greets them with his arm and an "Ola" in perfect Galician (these localisms are apparently very popular) even though she is an imposing Ukrainian with long blonde hair from Kiev.

-Fuck, the agency's landlady is the same chick with the blonde pussy from last night! The one we took the photos of with everything in the air -says a surprised Damián when he recognizes her.

-Well, she's going to shit, she's left us hungrier than Wile E. Coyote, we're not going to pay her a fucking penny! Let her give us the weekend for free, or we'll put the photos on Facebook, or we'll flood her with negative reviews -says a resolute Lázaro, a "professional" extortionist and full-time bastard.

Olena opens the door for them, dressed in a suit jacket, tight skirt, and black stockings. The "friends" are quick to let her in on their vicious intentions -You're not going to see a fucking penny -they repeatedly state emphatically.

-Guys, really, I beg you, you can't do that to me. I beg you not to say anything about yesterday and I also need you to sign the contract. Pay me the rent money now please. My husband Constantin is going to kill me if I don't bring the money home. He's Romanian, and he has a very bad temper -pleads Olena as she adjusts her glasses and presses the folders against her chest adorned with a small gold crucifix.

-Well, my dear, I can think of a couple of good ideas to reach an agreement, all we must is talk it over, can't we, Lázaro? -says Damián, unbuttoning his fly and revealing his sinewy cock.

-That's right, dear Olena, you be nice to us, we'll pay what we agreed, and we won't publish the photos. Promise, little word of the baby Jesus -adds Lázaro.

-You're fucking blackmailing pigs, I'm not going to fall into your trap. I'm not a whore, I'm a decent girl from Kiev -replies Olena, biting the crucifix. But if there is no other choice, I set the conditions. Olena puts aside the folders, opens her jacket, revealing rich, voluminous, white tits with hard nipples behind her light-colored blouse. I accept your conditions but I'm not taking off my glasses or my bra -she says as she grabs Lázaro's cock with the hand of her wedding ring. You won't see my tits. I'm very devout, from a good family. I only do this if I must. If Constantin finds out...

For being so well-born and obliged, Olena has already taken Lázaro's fat cock in her mouth up to the balls in no time at all. The glasses are struggling to keep from falling off. For his part, Damián has already pulled down his trousers and is eating Olena's arse. And for a friend who's against her will, her pussy is too dripping wet and her nipples too hard.

-And you -she points a finger at Damián - you're only going to stick it up my asshole, not in my cunt, I don't want to get knocked up by an asshole. Will you take it or leave it? Only my Romanian husband puts it in my pussy. And be careful with sticking that dick of yours all the way in, you're too fat and I have a husband. And Romanian, I remind you.

Damián has his own roadmap, and he's already shoved his cock in until his balls stop with a resounding plof in Olena's perfect, cold ass. He eagerly slaps her ass at the same time as he carefully pushes her jacket aside. He feels the touch of her delicate black stockings on his thighs and thinks to himself, "Those Eastern European girls are really hot, pussy, they take care of themselves, not like my asshole girlfriend...". He gives Miss Popescu another free cock lunge.

-Fuck, you're making me so horny. Yesterday I wanted to give you what you really deserve, but now you're not getting away -says the sportsman, as he gives Olena's already reddened, hot ass another savage cock while she lets out a heartfelt gasp of pleasure. Fuck the catholic and obliging Ukrainian. She's enjoying herself even if she doesn't want to admit it.

The willing real estate agent is very amused licking Lázaros glans aggressively. As promised, she hasn't even taken off her glasses or her jacket. Lázaro has uncovered her tits with a trembling hand and is groping them like someone weighing the ideal weight of a packet of flour. The conditions are there to be broken. The bra hangs halfway down Olena's arms. Lázaro grabs his own cock and slaps it against her glasses. Miss Popescu doesn't say anything, I'd say she's pleased with this initiative, and increases the speed of the blowjob. She has grabbed his hard balls with her right hand, while with the other she strokes her solitary, flaming vulva. She feels Damián's balls slap against her wedding ring and bites her lips, as she cums almost unintentionally, squealing like a bitch.

Suddenly the door opens and Constantin, the long-distance lorry driver husband, enters the office armed with a bat and a very bad temper.

-Love, this is not what it looks like... -says a frightened Olena, with Lázaro still holding both her tits, while she keeps masturbating and licking the boy's hard cock again.

The extortionist, scared out of his wits, ejaculates with a huge cumshot on his glasses, which lifts one of his sideburns and knocks out a glass on the way. Meanwhile, Damián is unleashing the first lashings of semen on Olena's ass, tearing her stockings with both hands. Anyone who saw him would say he was caught by them like a school of fish in a fisherman's net.

-I'll be damned -he grunts and decides to shove his cock into the real estate agent's burning pussy and finish cumming inside, no matter how her husband gets. From one thing to the next. Warm semen floods Olena's pussy, spilling out like uncontrolled lava as Damián goes rigid with pleasure.

Damián takes the first stick in the ribs. A muffled wheeze is his only response. Lázaro stands up and cries out, arms raised in supplication, cowering, saying it's all a misunderstanding. He's still wearing his socks and his dripping cock stains his colored socks. The second stick is for him, all over his balls. Damián gets another stick in the kidneys and Lázaro, a final punch in the mouth.

Olena begs him to let it go while trying to pull up her bra and putting on her glasses. Constantin replies that he's really pissed off, that he's going to beat them to death, that he can't go a day without catching her with a cock in her mouth.

-Get the fuck out of here, back to your fucking cottage. You're going to pay double the rent if you don't want me to kill you, you sons of bitches -Constantin shouts in a heavy accent.

-Constantin, my love. We need the money. You haven't finished paying for the truck and you're on probation for beating that kid to death. We don't want any trouble with the local police. Leave it alone -Olena begs, as she tucks one tit after the other into her too-small bra.

-We'll pay you double, no problem, man. Better triple, okay? And we'll call it even, Ok? -Damián negotiates. Good vibes, barát, ok?

-That's Hungarian, you piece of asshole. Ok, dog, I don't want to see either of you all fucking weekend - nods Constantin a little calmer at the mention of money.

They both walk away half-naked without looking back, while Constantin gives his wife a knowing wink. Once they have been asked for their views, he closes the door and they both burst out laughing. He clears the table of papers and sits Olena on it while he eats her hard tits.

Constantin gets a huge kick out of having his wife fucked in front of him, he loves seeing and smelling other people's cum on his wife's body. And with this trick he always earns some extra money. Now with the video and the pictures he has taken, he will wank himself while his Olena masturbates in front of him a bit later. Maybe they can also upload the video to a porn platform and make another penny for themselves. To Onlyfans. Nothing turns him on more than watching her fucking others while he already feels the bulky wad of cash in his pocket. Then he'll decide what to do with the horny little Spaniards.

Constantin, absorbed as he is in worshipping the monument of his wife, spread-eagled and cumming in front of him, completely forgets the pending task of charging the auxiliary batteries of the cabins, in case of a power failure... If it's true that Eastern European women are eye candy and he's on the other side of the coin right now.

In the meantime

Manuela couldn't remember the last time she was so relaxed. Back in the outdoor jacuzzi, naked, she finishes reading the funny bestseller she has in her hands and finishes her glass of wine. She has left a large T-shirt at the foot of the jacuzzi so as not to go in naked, then into the cabin, when she comes out of the water. Sleeping next to her, in only thin lace panties, is Lucia. Her ample but perky breasts rise harmoniously with every breath.

She looks relaxed at the sky to discover to her chagrin that the sky is becoming overcast. They should get into the hut before it starts to rain. A loud rumble on the horizon startles Manu and the subsequent lightning flash knocks out the light in the hut.

-What a scare -she says to an awakened Lucia. She gets out of the jacuzzi, gets dressed in her T-shirt and when she tries to enter, the door to the terrace doesn't answer and is still closed.

-Oh, lord. It´s magnetic...  We can't go in -exclaims Manu, frightened.

-What do we do now, sis? We're almost naked... -certifies Lucia.

-We go to the biggest cottage upstairs and take shelter there until the storm subsides or the power comes back on. They seem to have power...

-To the guys' tent, naked? -Lucía says as she raises an eyebrow and buttons up her dressing gown -Ok, we've fought in worse places.

Manu puts on the T-shirt with the face of a drunken smiley, and they both hurry to the cabin, soaked to the bone by the rain.

As they knock on the door, Máximo opens the door for them, bottle in hand and joint at the corner of his mouth.

-Fucking hell -he manages to formulate when he sees Manuela, her wet T-shirt clinging to her chest, marking her large aureoles the size of a María biscuit, and Lucía, unable to close the open dressing gown in front of him.

-We've run out of light in the hut, can you let us in? -Manu says resolutely, as she passes without waiting for an answer or permission into the warm room.

Like a spring, Abel, who was dozing on the sofa, rises from his lethargy and offers them €50 each if they show him their pussies. Máximo slaps him and tells him to cut the bullshit, that they didn't have enough money for strippers (they didn't even think about it) and that these girls are the ones in the cabin downstairs.

-All right, man, don't be like that.... You two, €100 and you show me your pussies? Look, I've got the money right here -insists Abel.

Manu and Lucia roll their eyes and tell him to fuck off, while they sit together on the sofa, covered with the blanket they've taken from Lázaro, who holds an ice pack against his mouth with one hand.

-Well, do you have something to drink here and are you as pussy as you pretend to be? -asks a bold Lucía.

-We've got plenty of everything -Máximo says, touching his package. Now we're sending the blackie cuban boy out for some pizzas, eh, Mariano?

-Order received, boss. This little nigger is here to serve his white-ass master -Mariano replies amused, hiding under his funny cloak that he's had it up to here with them all.

-Please dry yourselves, mamasitas. I'm going to the village with the ranchera to get some pizzas and something at the pharmacy for Samir... I don't know, the B12, he's been in bed since yesterday -says Mariano while he offers some towels to Lucia and Manu -If you want you can wear my clothes afterwards, they're clean.

-Thank you, sweetheart -say our hostesses in unison.

-I'm leaving now -smiles the Cuban, as he kisses both of their hands.

-For the road -smiles Lucía and shows him a gift tit still pearly with raindrops as she squeezes it lasciviously with her hand. Manu is not far behind, and shows her a shapely leg -Hurry up, we want to stay cold and hungry, amorsito....

Mariano grabs the keys of the estate car, whistling, happy as a clapper, and dances away.

After a short while

Damián, who constantly kisses his huge biceps, doesn't seem as much of an asshole as he looks, and soon after talking to him, our friends realize that he's all facade and innocence. He's always trying to be cool in front of the others. Máximo is a very attractive man, extremely conceited and it takes him exactly five minutes to tell them that he has a photography studio, a big hit with the ladies and that more than one girlfriend has thought long and hard about getting married after being in his studio. He says they call him "The naked Photograph" because he likes to do his sessions bare-chested and barefoot to give it more authenticity.

-And of course, this tripod helps a lot too -he clutches his huge cock under his jeans, -to a job well done -as he stares mesmerized at the swaying of Lucia's atomic bombs.

Lucia can't help but be spellbound by the huge package and feels her nipples harden immediately. Mother, she must be giving you a hell of a cock -she thinks.

Lázaro, his face still a little swollen from the slap the lorry driver gave him, seems to be up to something.

Leopoldo, on the other hand, doesn't seem to have any interest in engaging in conversation with Manu or Lucia, and remains silent in a corner, smoking. And of Samir, the worshipper of the god of ceramics, it's better not to talk.

-Hey, guys. It's all very cool and we're all very cool, but we didn't come here to see each other's faces. You guys are here all hot and bothered, you're all fucking hot and shit. But we had other plans tonight and we want to have a great time. Our friend Abel, he's getting married in a week, and fuck, since you're here you could give him a farewell fuck or something, -says Lázaro.

-I'll give you €100 each -adds Abel, pulling out his wallet.

-Hey, asshole, we're not whores. And we only fuck the guys who turn us on. And you guys are just kids who play with your marbles and pencils after school and have more than one sock stuck under your bed -says Manuela, while touching Lucia's tits - This is big, really big.

-Fuck! we´ll show you -He orders the other members to stand in single file in front of them, while they remain seated on the sofa, pull down their trousers and take out their hard cocks.

Neither one of them complains, and after a few minutes, Manu and Lucia enjoy watching 5 guys with stiff cocks in front of them as if it were an exhibition of stallions. Glorious cocks, it must be said. Some of them are sinewy, others fat, others with a glans that resembles a mushroom, others huge, like Máximo's. All of them erect, ready and willing to be used. All of them erect, ready to go to war, except for Abel's, who is still wiggling it to get a semi erection. Leopoldo asks him if he can help him. Abel's answer is that he should cut the crap.

-Well, well... this is something else -says Manu as he grabs one cock after the other. -Which one would you choose, Lucia?

-Máximo's, it's the fattest and greediest -says Lucia, as she starts jerking off the lucky guy.

-Let's be clear, friends, this is not going to be a Roman bacchanal, where you're going to fuck us both mercilessly. This is how it's going to work. My friend picks one cock and I pick another. And the rest of you can watch and you can wank it in the meantime, I don't care, but no fucking. We don't know you at all. Come to Mama -Manu concludes as he grabs Damián's cock.

Lucia for her part has already dropped her dressing gown and has pushed Máximo to the floor and is giving him a very slow handjob with her tits. Manu looks on curiously, and starts licking Damián's hard cock, which she's pushed onto the sofa. She's still wearing her T-shirt and her arse is sticking out.

The others look on and start wiggling it.

Leopoldo seems to be staring a bit too hard at Lázaro's cock, but maybe it's just a coincidence because of the way guys compare their cocks all the time. Abel for his part is still struggling to get an erection.

-Fuck, I get so nervous -he excuses himself, but no one believes him.

Manu stops licking Damián's cock for a second, and as he rubs the reddened glans on his ample, rosy nipples, he tells Abel that maybe he should wrap a €50 note around it, since that seems to be the solution to everything for him. Lucia laughs and takes Máximo's cock up to the balls in her mouth again while she keeps wiggling her huge tits and fondles her nipple with her other hand. Máximo grunts with pleasure.

Abel finally gets a halfway normal erection, but he ends up cumming in his own hand after a few seconds.

-Fuck my fucking life -laments a disheartened Abel, as he starts cranking again, still unaware that his cock won't get hard again all night.

Damián is getting the blowjob of his life. Manu lingers on his swollen balls, bites them, blows them with a puff of warm breath while he keeps jerking his phallus with both hands. Bite, lick, breath, wank, long suck and start all over again.

I'm going to cum and that´s it -thinks Damien, as he again feels Manu's tongue entertain itself in the fattest vein under his balls.

He watches the up and down rhythm of Manuela's perfect ass, and as he places both hands on his hips, his cock (which was already about to raise the white flag) decides it's time to cum without warning and let loose a huge load of cum. Manu who has already sensed, by the throbbing of his veins and the hardening of his balls, that he is about to drop his load, has not yet forgotten what kind of person the guy is, and stops licking his cock a few minutes earlier. "Fuck you," Manu thinks to himself, "for being a bastard".

Damián, desperate, keeps wagging it even though Manuela has already got up from the sofa and has left him halfway through. And at the cry of "Where are you going, dammit!" he gets up, stumbles and cums all by himself. Immense streams of warm cum shoot out onto his own face as he stretches and bends his legs and screams, "I'm fucking coming!"

Lucia is giving no respite to Máximo's cock, and under the shelter of her huge, warm tits and without stopping inserting the rest of the tripod of the photo shoot at any moment, she senses that her friend doesn't have much left to release a succession of instants either. She orders him to stand up, and to pour the slurry over her tits.

-You two, you can cum on my tits too, I feel sorry for you -orders Lucia, as she crosses her arms under her breasts and shakes her tits from right to left.

The first voluminous cumshot is Máximo's and he lives up to his name... it's barbaric. Eight thick lashes of cum hit Lucia's tits and end up getting lost in her downhill valley. Lucia is still there, rubbing the head of his cock on her erect nipples, when Lázaros brutally cums six times on them as well. Lucia licks the droplets from the head of Máximo's cock and vigorously squeezes Lázaro's cock, getting him to shoot two more blasts. Leopoldo, for his part, has cum ostentatiously on Lázaro's arse.

-Sorry bro, I didn't have time -he excuses himself, but with no apparent regret.

With Lucia's last blowjob on Lázaro's glans, Manu tells her that the power is back on in their cabin. Without further ado, they leave the cock-dropping seducers smoking and recovering on the sofa and Damián wiping his face with a napkin.

On the way to their brightly lit cabin, Manu says to Lucia.

-I know you better as me, you slut. You're hungry for cock. You haven't cum once and you've been thinking the same thing I've been thinking for an hour.

-Hahaha, the Cuban's not going to make it to the cabin with the pizzas anyway. We're going to fuck him all night long between the two of us. And fuck the bachelor assholes.

-I can already see the headlights coming up the hill. Soon we'll have some Caribbean sauce between our legs and tits -says a powerful Lucia, while she tells Mariano with her dressing gown open (and her tits still dripping with semen) to stop the car.

-Hello, ladies, I see the lights are back on... says a sad Mariano.

Amorsito, park and get into the cabin with us and the pizzas. Fuck your "little friends". We're going to fuck you until the third generation for being such a good person. And don't worry about wearing a condom, we'll let you cum as many times as you want inside... come on, you're already late... don't forget the pizzas, we're in great need of salami.

And so, Mariano entered the cabin with them, he let them undress him, they ate the pizzas on Lucia's chest, they kissed eternally in the jacuzzi, where they dropped bottle after bottle of wine, while those who were saying goodbye wondered where the fuck the black guy with the eggs and the pizzas had got to.

It didn't matter that the current went out again, as the three of them were inside the cabin. Mariano, who was very funny, came once in Manu's mouth in the jacuzzi (this time they left the bedroom door open), who came like a good girl to the last drop of milk, then poured a cumshot capable of covering the whole Malecón on Lucia's tits after a splendid two-way blowjob, and a last one like an animal inside Manu when she rode him for almost an hour on the double bed while the Cuban was devoutly eating Lucia's peach. No sooner had he cum than she pulled his black, pearly cock out of her friend's dripping sex and left his cock, with her tongue, clean as a whistle. Our hostesses didn't fall short either and both enjoyed our Cuban's saucy cock and his long, deft piano-playing fingers to cum more than twice each.

Meanwhile, the brave seducers were visited late in the evening by Constantin and four other faithful friends (one of them was Hungarian) armed with bats, steel bars and a few too many drinks. They gave Lázaro and Damián a crash course in Romanian-Hispanic international relations. The beating they took left them with little desire to blackmail anyone else in their lives. Only Mariano was spared from watching the show, for obvious reasons, and Samir, who was already in bed the day before. The others were stripped naked, tied to their balls, and sat down to watch live how brave were now their two friends who boasted of not paying a fucking penny. Constantin and company, in the end, took not just three times but all the money and left them with the certainty that they were going to fuck them wherever they were for the rest of their lives.

The next morning, Mariano, oblivious to everything, woke up between Lucía and Manu, kissed them lovingly on the forehead as they left and let them sleep. He went into the bachelor's party cottage to go out after a while, take the estate car and calmly drive Damián and Lázaro to the hospital, smiling between his teeth the whole way.

Epilogue

Of the seven friends at the bachelor party, none of them did well, except for Mariano, who set up a small, carefree salsa club that was a hit almost immediately. "Amor loco" is called.

The years of excessive anabolic drugs took their toll on Damián, and from the age of 30 onwards, he suffered from continuous erection problems.

Lázaro's computer services company went bankrupt, and he now works as a gas station attendant, overweight and with thinning hair.

Abel got married weeks later, and his wife cheated on him shortly after their wedding anniversary. He was very unhappy, but as his family was very conservative, they never divorced, and he had to put up with all the ups and downs. It is said that his wife even took her boyfriend´s home with her. He would go for a walk on those days so as not to be present. His wife would give him 50€ so that he could spend it on whatever he wanted in the meantime.

Máximo bit off more than he could eat and one of the future husbands of the brides portrayed beat him up and burnt down his studio. Ruined in name, he was now "The naked Photograph", and in money, he now prostituted himself among elderly bourgeois women.

Leopoldo never confessed, for fear of what people would say, that he was gay and remained in the wardrobe all his life.

Samir went round and round like a top and never decided to settle down, even though he was an exemplary father to Abel's daughter... Yes, he was the girl's father.

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