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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults.
If you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY
don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who
don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die.
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my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try
to do what they do - someone could get hurt.

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Nicole's Carnal Carnaval (MFff oral, anal, herm, caution)
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What happens when the family from 'Girl From Ipanema' (Mark, Silvia,
and daughter Astrid) meet Nicole, from 'Another Girl From Ipanema' at
Carnaval...?

(This is my entry in the Mardi Gras Festival 2004 at ASSTR/ASSM)
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Standing atop Corcovado with the giant statue of Christ at my back, I
felt that I had died and gone to heaven! Despite living in Ipanema all
my life, this was the first time in my fifteen years that I'd ever
taken the little train from Cosme Velho through the Tijuca forest to
the top of Corcovado! It had always been there, and I always thought I
would go someday, but never had until today.

Centro and Baía De Guanabara spread out before me like a banquet with
Pão de Açúcar (Sugarloaf) looming protectively over Urca. My old
stomping grounds at Ipanema and my new home at Gávea shone brightly in
the morning sun to my right. To my left I could see the football
stadium at Maracanã, and, closer to downtown, the Sambódromo...

The Sambódromo! That was a big part of my happiness on this fine
summer morning.  Carnaval was coming! Carnaval had always been my
favorite time of year, but this year promised to be very special!

Helô and Joao had promised to take me to the baile do Escala, one of
the premier Carnaval balls in Rio! Furthermore we were to watch the
Samba parade from one of the camarotes at the Sambodromo. No more
hovering around the entrance to catch the escolas de samba (samba
schools) as they went in - I would be rubbing elbows with the city's
elite! For me, though, the crowning touch to the entire festival would
be the last day in Buzios, surrounded by movie stars and all sorts of
beautiful people!

How lucky can one girl get? Tomorrow was Saturday, the day the Banda
de Ipanema would kick off Carnaval with the first of their marches
through Ipanema.  The Mayor was to crown King Momo today, Friday, and
the children's Samba Parade would make its way through the Sambódromo
in the evening.

For weeks I had felt the electricity building all over Rio as the
blocos and bandas prepared for the street festivities, and the escolas
de samba readied their costumes and floats for the big parade.

Now, on the eve of what promised to be the best Carnaval of my life, I
was so excited I thought I would burst! My new family, Helô and Joao,
had never been to the street carnaval, preferring to spend Carnaval in
the região dos lagos (lakes region) to the east. In exchange for them
taking me to all those wonderful places they'd promised, I insisted on
showing them around at least the Banda de Ipanema festivities, and
perhaps one or two other street parades.

I was feeling on top of the world, and what better way to celebrate
that feeling than from the top of Corcovado? So, here I was, the world
at my feet, happier than I'd ever been in my life!

I stopped in the chapel at the base of the statue before catching the
train back down, and offered a prayer of thanks, unable to conceive of
life getting any better.

My euphoria lasted all the way back to Gávea, only to be dashed into
shards as I walked into the entranceway of my new home and nearly
tripped over the suitcases stacked there.

Joao appeared as I was making my way around the bags.

"Ah, there you are Nicole!" he sounded upset, "We've been looking all
over for you!"

"Joao? What's all this?" I asked, fearing the answer.

"An emergency has arisen in the States," he said brusquely, "and
Heloisa and I must go deal with it."

"B-but - Carnaval!" I sputtered, near tears "You promised!"

"And we shall keep that promise as best we can." He said, checking
something in the pocket of one of the cases, "A good friend of ours
and her husband will escort you to the Sambódromo and the ball, then
drive you to Buzios.  I'm sure you will like them. They have a
daughter about your age!"

Somewhat mollified, though I wasn't at all sure I'd like these
strangers, I said, "It just won't be the same without you and Helô!"

He smiled an indulgent smile and said, "Well, dear Nicole, it WILL be
different, but you may find that you like Silvia and Mark's way of
entertaining you, too!"

Heloisa bustled in, dressed for travel, and hugged me.

"I was afraid we'd miss you, and I didn't want to leave without at
least saying goodbye!" she said, "I'm so sorry we won't get to
experience Carnaval together, but there's always next year!"

I mumbled a half-hearted goodbye, stunned by the fact that I was to be
left with strangers for Carnaval, instead of having the dream that had
had me so elated earlier.

Paolo entered to take their bags to the car, just as another pulled up
behind it.

A trim, middle-aged couple emerged, followed by a tan, dark-haired
girl about my age.

The woman was stunning! Her almost black hair wafted silkily about her
face in the gentle breeze off the ocean, and her slender figure swayed
sexily beneath the light fabric of her summer dress.

The man was quite good looking too, and it was clear that he doted on
the two women.

I didn't get a good look at the girl's face until she was almost to
the door. When I did, I was floored! I thought her mother stunning,
but this girl was a raving beauty! She was everything her mother must
have been twenty years ago, and more!

Helô had introduced me to the joys of girl-girl sex, and my oversexed
little xaninha dripped at the thought of making love to her!

"Just in time," Joao said as they reached the door, "Silvia, I'd like
you to meet Nicole."

The lovely brown lady extended an elegant hand and took my paler one
in a firm grip.

"I've heard so much about you, Nicole!" she said warmly, "I can't wait
to get better acquainted!"

"...and this is her husband Mark." Joao continued the introductions,
"Mark, Nicole."

"I've been just as eager to meet you as my wife." he said, burying my
little hand in his big one, "Hope we hit it off as well I think we
will!"

Was I imagining things, or were these two just a little TOO happy to
meet me? I had no time to speculate on it, because Joao was
introducing their vision of a daughter.

"...and last, but definitely not least," Joao seemed taken with her as
much as I, "their daughter Astrid. Astrid, Nicole!"

With a twinkle in her brown eyes, Astrid took my hand in both of hers
and said, "I just know we're going to have a great time together!"

I could think of nothing better to say than, "Oh, I hope so!"

Then, in a flurry of goodbyes, Joao and Heloisa were gone.

I stood at a loss in the entranceway, never having had to play hostess
before.

"Um, Are you staying here, or..." I trailed off, not knowing what the
alternative might be.

Silvia came to my rescue with a smile, "Yes. Joao and Helô have had
rooms made up for us. We'll be right down the hall from you. We live
in Ipanema, but thought it would be nice for a change, during
Carnaval, to not be surrounded by drunken, sex crazed turistas!"

She paused, choosing her words carefully.

"Nicole, I don't want you to feel shy around us," she said earnestly,
"so I want you to know that we know how you came to be in this family,
and the real nature of your relationship with Heloisa and Joao."

She held up a hand to stave off my embarrassed protest, "We know, but
do not worry. We're very... How shall I put it? ...understanding
people. If you feel comfortable enough with us after a while, perhaps
we can spend a little time together in Helô's playroom?"

My knees got weak, and my sinful buceta leaked even more as I
envisioned myself bound and at the mercy of these beautiful people.
When I saw Mark AND Astrid nodding, I almost fainted! What had I
gotten myself into? Or rather, what had my suddenly departed new
family gotten me into?!

The sleeping arrangements were ok with me, but it seemed to me that I
should be a little more hospitable.

"Uh, Astrid and I are about the same age, are we not?" I began,
"Perhaps she would like to share my room? I'm sure it's much better
furnished than the guest rooms..."

Ok, so I had an ulterior motive: I was dying to see this lithe beauty
without her clothes!

Astrid and her mother looked at each other, exchanging a meaningful
glance before smiling and turning back to me.

"I'd love to stay in your room, Nicole," Astrid replied sweetly, "and
perhaps after we've gotten to know each other better I can. However,
Mamãe and I have a surprise for you... or perhaps TWO surprises, and
it's best I stay with my parents until we've sprung them on you!"

She and Silvia giggled at some private joke, which apparently included
Mark, because he gave them a knowing smile.

I wasn't sure I liked all this surprise nonsense. Most of the
surprises in my life had not been very pleasant. Nonetheless,
disappointed as I was, I clung to the hope that I would survive
whatever surprises they had in store for me, and Astrid and I would
become close enough to share my room, and maybe even my bed.

Dinner was a polite, if somewhat strained, gathering.  We exchanged
personal histories, and I tried to be honest about mine. I did tell
them about my father, and my attempts to earn my escape by going with
paying customers from Help. I also told about Paul picking me up and
bringing me here, to what became my new home, but left out the details
of that visit.

In an attempt to keep the conversation going when it lagged, I said,
"Astrid is not a common name here, though it is quite beautiful..."

The three of them exchanged smiles and Astrid, gently mocking her
father, said, "Papai fell in love with Astrüd Gilberto, who sang an
English version of 'Garota de Ipanema' (Girl from Ipanema), so he
named me after her - only he didn't know the Portuguese spelling!"

Mark had apparently come to Rio for the first time some years ago on
vacation, where he met, fell in love with, and married, Silvia.
Astrid, of course, was the awesome result.

Not only was she beautiful, but she was charming and cheerful, like
her mother. They shared a sense of humour that leaned more toward the
subtle than the obvious, something I grew to appreciate as I spent
more time with them.

They apparently loved summer, because they migrated with the sun,
spending about half their year in the States and half here in Rio,
usually during the summer months.

I showed them their rooms, though they seemed familiar enough with the
sprawling house to have found them on their own. We said goodnight
early to make sure we were rested for the next day.

I had trouble going to sleep. In part, I was curious about these
'babysitters' that Helô and Joao had arranged for me, and in part
because I wasn't sure, now, how all my grandiose plans would work out.

I had warmed easily to Mark and Silvia, but Astrid and I seemed to
have a magnetic connection, we were so drawn to each other.  There had
been no opportunity for anything more than a few exchanges of glances,
but I would have bet my tetas that she felt as I did from the fire in
her gaze when she looked at me.

Saturday morning we left early for Ipanema with Paolo driving, and
wandered around the beaches for a while. Since it was summer and
Carnaval, Astrid, Silvia and I all wore colorful, skimpy outfits that
bared more skin than they covered, while Mark sported a loose, flowery
shirt and shorts.

After wandering around the beach area most of the morning, Mark and
Silvia bought me lunch at a favorite restaurant of theirs and the food
was delicious.

All morning, the three of them seemed intent on teasing me to death.
Silvia would brush my hair back from my face and her slender fingers
would trail down the upper slope of my breast, as if by accident.

Mark put his arm around me as he was showing me the spot where he and
Silvia met, and quite casually, his hand brushed my buttocks, leaving
behind a trail of fire.

Astrid never missed an opportunity to brush against me. She would
stand in front of me as we looked at this or that, and press her
buttocks against my front, or lean over to whisper in my ear, her
silky brown hair falling down over the bare flesh of my shoulders and
the tops of my tetas. Her smaller breast pressed warmly against my
bare arm on numerous occasions as she leaned across me to speak to her
parents or grabbed my arm to show me something interesting.

The distraction of these beautiful people aside, it was quite
refreshing seeing Ipanema, where I had grown up, from someone else's
eyes. Their favorite places were different than mine, though we found
one or two in common, and we delighted in sharing stories about our
lives, so close together, yet so far apart.

Around half past three, we made our way to Praça General Osório to
watch the banda de Ipanema 'concentrate'.

As usual, the drag queens were out in force. Their outrageous costumes
elicited comments not only from the gathering tourists, but from other
marchers as well.

This aspect of the banda de Ipanema's parade has become so popular
that even straight guys dress like women to march with them!

The trio elétrico started up and the sounds of samba filled the park. 

There is something about the samba that is impossible to resist, and
when it's played, everyone sways to the music. This is the soul of Rio
and Carnaval, and it fills you and carries you away!

As I was drifting on the music, I felt a pair of soft hands encircle
my waist, as Astrid swayed with me, holding me from behind.  I turned
to smile at her and she kissed me passionately as our bodies moved to
the beat. My head swam from the heat of the music and the love of this
fantastic creature.

It hadn't been my imagination! She felt the same about me as I felt
about her! My heart pounded with joy and my loins melted as her warm
palms cupped and fondled my scantily covered peitos!

Surely the onlookers could see the growing wetness at my crotch, but I
was loathe to break contact with the lovely girl who had captured my
heart.

I moaned in frustration as she broke the kiss and stepped a little
away, keeping her hands on my bare waist.

"There will be time for more, later, pretty Nicole." she whispered as
she moved away.

Content with that promise I continued watching as the parade finally
got itself organized and started to move. As much as I wanted to
follow along, I wanted even more to get home and see what 'more'
Astrid had in store for me!

The other three seemed to feel the same way, since all of us had
experienced Ipanema's street parade before, but had yet to experience
each other!

As we made our way to the prearranged meeting point with Paolo and the
car on Av. Viera Souto, it suddenly occurred to me how close we were
to Arpoador where I had made the fateful decision, not so long ago,
that led me to this new life.

Strangely, remembering, I was both happy and sad.  I suppose one
always misses the familiar, no matter how nice its replacement might
be.

Dinner was brief and subdued, but there was an electric charge in the
air.  Someone on the household staff, in the spirit of Carnaval, had
put a soft Samba on the house's sound system, and it could be heard in
all the living areas.

Astrid sat across from me, and I don't think either of us noticed much
what we were eating, devouring instead, each other, with our eyes.

As we finished dinner, Astrid spoke to Silvia, "Mother, I think I
would like to sleep in Nicole's room tonight."

Silvia raised a questioning eyebrow, but all she said was, "Do you
think she's ready for your surprise?"

At that, some of her daughter's composure deserted her, but she said,
"I think so." then, with a quick glance at me, "I hope so."

"Oh please, Silvia!" I chimed in, "I'd really love to have her stay
with me tonight! Please?"

Silvia looked back and forth between us, exchanged a meaningful glance
with Mark, then said, "Very well! You two have a good time, but get
some sleep! We have a full day tomorrow!"

Strangely, Astrid seemed withdrawn as we made our way to her room to
pick up the things she would need for the night.

"Is anything wrong?" I asked. "Have I done something to displease
you?"

She gave me a quick flash of brilliant white teeth and said, "No,
Nicole, I'm just... preoccupied. Maybe a little worried."

"About what?" I asked, genuinely concerned.

She just shrugged and shook her head, as if to say 'I don't want to
talk about it.'

We walked in silence to my room and put her things away. As I sprawled
on the bed studying her beautiful face for clues, its worry lines
tugging at my heartstrings, Astrid closed the door.

With a nervous smile, she asked, "Do you like me, Nicole?"

"Very much!" I gushed, "I always thought I'd fall in love with some
big strong guy, but I've never felt this way about anyone before. I
hope you don't mind if I tell you I think I'm falling in love with
you!"

Astrid smiled warmly at that, "I had so hoped to hear you say that,
because I feel the same about you. There's just... Well, there's
something you need to know about me, Nicole."

"There can't be anything about you that's worse than what you know
about me!" I cried.

She was struggling with something, and I wanted so much to make it
easy for her. I didn't know what could cause such a wonderful person
to worry so.

"I'm going to show you something, Nicole," she said, gripping her
bikini bottom at the waistline, "and I need you to try not to be
shocked, ok?"

I nodded, anxious to set her mind at ease, and more than a little
eager to see her naked form.

She turned away from me to remove the scrap of fabric, and when she
turned back, I stared in disbelief! This beautiful girl had a long,
flaccid cock hanging from her pubic hair!

My hand flew to my mouth, but then I remembered I wasn't supposed to
get shocked.

I asked the first thing that came to mind: "Does it work?"

Astrid nodded, still unsure of how I was taking this. "Both of them
do."

I stared, wide eyed, at her beautiful face, "Both?"

She nodded again, "I was born with both male and female sex organs. I
can't make a girl pregnant, but I can give her a great deal of
pleasure."

Suddenly, I thought of something.

"Oh My God!" I gasped, "Do you get teased a lot? Kids can be so mean
sometimes!"

She smiled and said, "No, my parents arranged it so I don't have to do
anything in school that requires me to take my clothes off when others
are around, and so far I've resisted advances from the boys. In fact,
you're the first one outside my family, except for my doctors, that
knows about me."

That out of the way, other thoughts came to the surface and my wicked
little xaninha started leaking again.

"Would you...?" I started, "Would you like to fuck me?"

She nodded and said, still subdued, "I've wanted to since I first saw
you, Nicole, but first I need to know how you feel about me now."

I thought for only a moment, then jumped off the bed and wrapped her
in a passionate embrace, driving my tongue deep in her mouth as I
kissed her savagely, the day's pent-up lust finding expression in my
hands kneading her breasts and my loins grinding against her
quickening phallus.

Coming up for air some time later, I gasped, "Does that answer your
question, lovely Astrid?"

She smiled that wonderful smile, and attacked me with at least as much
passion as I had her, finally throwing me on the bed and ripping off
what little clothing I wore.

Ever since I first went to Help to work at earning the money to get
away from my father, I had been fucked many times, by men and by women
with dildoes. This, though, this slender, beautiful girl/woman with
the long skinny cock, loved me like no one ever had before!

Her passion was fiery, but her touch was gentle, her skin soft and
smooth. She had little of the pure brute strength of my male lovers,
but wielded her weapon like a rapier, stabbing, thrusting, twisting,
prodding here and there, ravishing my whole insides instead of
pounding at one spot until it was numb.

I threw my legs around her and surrendered to her lust, squeezing,
writhing, and groaning in my unbearable pleasure!

Since she was so much taller than me, with her on top it was easy to
suckle at her tender breasts as she stroked, oh so sweetly, inside me.
I loved the way she gasped and arched her back to give me even better
access to her lovely tetas!

My dark lover came in just a few minutes, but never let up, her
hardness never waned. Unlike the males I had been with, she took her
time after that, giving me a long, slow, passion-filled fucking. She
moved me like a puppet from position to position, entering me from
behind, spooned to my back, kneeling above me doggy style, and
slipping deep into me as I lay on my side and she knelt astride one
leg.

"You are so HOT, Nicole!" she rasped, sliding rhythmically in and out
of my weeping buceta, "I never dreamed my first time would be so,
so... there are no words! What word means 'marvelous', 'sexy',
'passionate', 'beautiful', and 'wonderful'? You are all these things!"

I was in heaven! That long, thin rod did wondrous things inside me,
without the stretching and pounding I had grown so accustomed to!

At one point, we found ourselves inverted, with me above her, her
wonderful girl-cock embedded deep in my throat as we fingered each
other's openings. Sliding my mouth so easily up and down the full
length of her, feeling her body react, hearing her moans, these all
magnified my passion! To my delight, I discovered that she, too, had
the rough little patch, just inside her dripping tunnel, that
responded so vehemently to the stroking of my fingers!

She had never made love to a woman, but was an eager pupil, and soon
picked up the trick of letting my body's reactions guide her. Her
delicate little tongue stroked and probed at my slick folds, driving
me higher, and higher, while her fingers copied what mine wer doing to
her.

Finally, I was ready, and I knew how I wanted to finish...

Lying on my back, I pulled my knees up and put my arms in front of my
calves, pushing them back until they were locked behind my shoulders. 
As Astrid knelt over me and aimed her slimy arrow at my weeping pussy,
I grasped it gently and moved it about inch backward.  She gave me a
wondrous smile as, slowly, ever so slowly, she sank that perfectly
shaped rod all the way inside my butt.

Without the stretching pain that accompanied most entries into this
opening, my bowels just opened up and welcomed her inside! It was such
an incredibly wonderful feeling to be so deeply penetrated without all
the stretching and waiting for my insides to adjust!

Astrid moaned in ecstasy as she began sawing in and out of my most
private opening, and I joined in with my own cries of lust. Her long,
silky hair veiled both our faces as she leaned over and kissed me
sweetly, her hips rotating to the beat of the Samba that still played
over the sound system.

My insides turned to jello as, in a moment of great lucidity, I
considered my situation.  I was in love with a beautiful girl, who
was, at the moment, rearranging my intestines with her lovely,
unexpected, perfect cock! The entire scene was so surreal, and yet, I
couldn't deny the love that still burned in me, nor the passion that
her unique attributes aroused in me!

Slowly, inexorably, we ground together toward that common goal. My
body milked at her long, oh so stiff clitoris and her soft, silky
belly slithered and slipped across my own little bud. As the moment
approached, we stared into each other's eyes, her small, perfect
breasts just touching my ringed nipples.

Our eyes grew wider and we willed each other onward, finally peaking
at just the same moment! Our cries of lust must have echoed through
the corridors and it seemed an eternity that our loins quivered
against each other as we drowned in our mutual fulfillment! Our eyes
never left each other and for a long moment I felt as though we had
changed places, so connected were we through that gaze!

My lovely Astrid finally collapsed on top of me, still moving
langorously in post orgasmic bliss, her head resting on the pillow
beside mine.

I was loathe to disturb the moment, but I struggled a little, getting
my legs straightened out, then settled down with my arms around my
panting lover.

"You know," she whispered, "Mamãe and Papai want to use you for sex,
beautiful Nicole."

"I know." I whispered back, a bit of worry creeping into my voice,
"How do you feel about that?"

She kissed me softly on the cheek and said, "What we have discovered
is very special, Nicole, and I hope to always share it with you. Mamãe
and Papai are special to me too, and if it's ok with you, I would love
to share you with them!"

I turned to look into her pleading eyes, "I like them a lot, dear
Astrid, and you know the life I live here, so I will do whatever
pleases you, now, and forever."

She smiled and with a grimace, slowly drew her oversensitive cock from
within me, leaving me feeling empty and alone.

"I'll be right back, dear," she said, bouncing off the bed, "I must
wash up and tell my parents the good news! They will be so happy for
me!"

I slid more slowly from the bed, asking, "Shall I go too?"

My reward was another gigawatt smile as she said, "Oh! Please do!"

Mark and Silvia were still awake, reading, and I saw worried
expressions disappear from their faces as I followed Astrid into their
room, holding her hand.

"Is everything all right, dear?" Silvia asked.

"It's perfect, Mamãe!" she beamed at me as I hugged her to me,
emphasizing her point, "Nicole and I must have been made for each
other!"

"And you, Nicole," she asked, "how do you feel about my daughter's
special gift?"

I wanted to blurt out 'I love it!' but felt the question deserved a
little thought, at least.

"I love your daughter, Silvia," I said solemnly, squeezing the taller
girl's waist, "with all my heart! Her 'special gift' is only a bonus. 
It means we can love each other like no other couple in the world, and
I love her even more for that!"

Silvia's smile was almost as brilliant as her daughter's. "I'm very
happy for both of you!"

"Me too!" Mark said, sincerely, if a little superfluously.

"Mark and I still want some time with you in the playroom." Silvia
continued, "Is that going to be a problem?"

Astrid and I shared a look, then answered simultaneously: "No,
mother!" "No, Silvia!"

We broke down giggling at our unintentional chorus.

Astrid and I flew back down the corridor to my room, landing side by
side on my bed.  We talked and laughed and giggled late into the
night, and the sun was well up by the time we emerged, bleary-eyed in
the morning.

Silvia and Mark sat with us as we ate the light breakfast the cook so
graciously prepared for us.

"Oh, Mamãe, Papai!" Astrid wailed between mouthfuls of food, "You
won't BELIEVE what poor Nicole has had to put up with! It's bad enough
what her father tried to do, and that she had to become a prostitute
to get away from him, but you won't believe what her own Priest has
been making her do!"

"Priest?" Both of them asked in alarm.

Astrid nodded self-righteously. "Ever since she told him in confession
about what she had to do to get out of her father's house, he's been
making her do what he called a 'special penance' with ALL the priests
in the rectory, once a week since she came here!"

Silvia took my hand and asked, "Does this 'special penance' involve
what I think it does, Nicole?"

I nodded, hanging my head in shame. How could I have been so naive?

"You poor thing!" She cried and threw her arms around me. "I will have
a long talk with the Pastor at that church! This is outrageous!"

I shrugged and smiled a little. "I don't mind so much.  As you may
have heard, I really like sex, and even horny priests turn me on! It's
been kind of fun teaching them.  Some of them were like little boys
when they first started, cumming before they even got into me! Others,
I'm sure, practice with each other!"

I sat back and looked her in the eye, saying, "Silvia, please don't
make a fuss! Honestly, what man, no matter what his religion, can go
his whole life without fucking? I think it's terrible that the church
makes them do that!  I'm a little mad at them for lying to me, but I
can understand their reasons.  I think I will make THEM do a little
penance next time I see them, but I do not want to see them REALLY
hurt!"

I struck a naughty pose and said, "After all, what man, vow or no vow,
can resist this!"

They laughed, and the tension was broken.

That day we wandered the various parts of Rio, mostly watching the
silly antics of the Turistas who never seemed to know when they'd had
enough to drink. Astrid and I were like Siamese twins most of the
time. We never seemed to tire of each other.

This was another day of endless teasing, though Astrid's part, at
least, was more blatant. She took every opportunity to feel my peitos
or slip a hand between my legs, and I was only too eager to return the
favor. I was having so much fun at it, that I took to brushing
innocently at Silvia's tetas, or casually allowing my behind to bump
into Mark's raging pica.

By the time we were settled into our seats in the front row of the
camarote reserved by Joao and Heloisa at the Sambódromo, I was a
seething cauldron of lust.  When the music began and first escola de
Samba started its march, Astrid and I were standing by the window,
trying to catch the first glimpse of the dancers and the fantastic
floats.  The gorgeous creatures, male and female, who graced the
floats wore costumes that must have weighed a ton, but covered only a
few square inches of their bodies. An amazing feat of engineering, if
ever there was one!

As Astrid and I swayed to the music, I felt a body behind me, and a
pair of masculine hands came around to engulf my tetas.

"Do you mind?" Mark whispered in my ear.

Astrid and I both looked back at him and smiled. I ground my butt into
his erection in answer.

I was caught up in the music, and by the time the second Samba school
was in front of us, had almost forgotten about Astrid's father, except
that his hands on my peitos were causing my xana to weep from
pleasure!

My breath caught in my throat when the flimsy scrap of fabric slipped
from my swaying hips and fell around my ankles! With one hand on my
belly, and another on my shoulder, Mark guided me into a bent-over
position, with my buttocks thrust backward. Bending his knees a bit,
he soon had his hard cock socketed deeply inside me, locking us
together as our hips swayed to the sounds of the Samba.

My mind was in a whirl! Suddenly, the cloth covering my peitos fell
away to hang around my waist! I felt so... Exposed! There were other
people in the camarote, and since we were right in front, there was no
way they could not know what was going on!

Next thing I knew, Astrid, on my right, and Silvia on my left, were
sucking at my nipples! They would tug at the rings with their teeth,
then nibble and bite the little nubbins before once more sucking them
deep in their mouths!

Overwhelmed and overloaded, I felt Mark's cock swell inside me, then
burst, coating my tunnel with his red-hot discharge! I lost it! Astrid
told me later that I let loose an ear piercing shriek as I came,
attracting the attention of the last couple of people around us still
watching the parade!

When my senses returned to me, Silvia and Astrid were trying
desperately to get my clothing, what little there was, back on me, as
Mark tried to explain to the men lining up to take their turn that I
wasn't available to the general public.

My knees were still weak and they had to help me down the stairs as we
made our escape from the mostly good-natured offers of money and other
favors for me to let others do what Mark had done.  Silvia and Astrid
scolded Mark for his lack of control and for getting me into such a
situation, until he reminded them of their own part in the debauchery.

Sitting on the cool leather of the car's interior on the way back to
alto Gávea I was so flooded with apologies and solicitous attentions,
that I finally had to put a stop to it.

"Please! It was a lot of fun!" I pleaded with them, "It is Carnaval!
People do crazy things at Carnaval! I think, if I had said 'no' to any
of you, it would not have happened! I didn't say 'no'! Didn't even
THINK of saying 'no' because I was enjoying it so! No one was hurt,
and now we have something to laugh about in the re-telling of our
Carnaval story!"

Right about then, Silvia, Astrid and I all noticed that Mark, in his
haste to get us out of the Sambódromo, had forgotten to tuck himself
in! We looked at each other, then burst into gales of laughter!

When we got back to the house, Silvia stopped me and said, with mock
severity, "As soon as you have cleaned up, young lady, report to me in
the playroom!"

I bowed my head, playing along, and said meekly, "Yes ma'am!"

About half an hour later, with some trepidation, I poked my head into
the room where I had spent so much of my free time since coming to
this grand house. All three of the others were waiting for me, wearing
nothing but loose robes.

"Come on in, Nicole!" Silvia said warmly as she stood to greet me.

"Do you trust me, Nicole?" she asked

I nodded as I replied, "Of course, Silvia!"

"Good!" She led me to a low, padded table like the higher one in the
doctor's office, complete with stirrups and everything. I had been on
this device many times, and knew that my feet could be bound in those
stirrups and my legs spread very wide.

I started to lie down, but Silvia stopped me.

"I want you to wear this, ok?" she showed me a blindfold, and when I
nodded, fastened it around my eyes.

I wasn't sure why I needed it, but the addition of the blindfold added
to my excitement as she led me to the table and positioned me where
she wanted me. When she was done, I was available at both ends, with
my head dropped down, and my legs obscenely spread.

My little buceta leaked in anticipation of what was to come!

"I'm not going to bind you, Nicole" Silvia's voice murmured in my ear,
"Just relax and enjoy this, ok!"

I felt a warm, flaccid penis laid across my palm, and just naturally
started massaging it. The presence of a hairy set of balls told me
this must be Mark. In short order, he was once again rising to the
occasion.

I felt someone at my head, and a soft, delicate touch on my cheek that
could only be Astrid. When I started to say something to her, my mouth
was filled, instead, with her warm, growing phallus!

Since that had been what I was going to ask for, I set to work
bringing it to full hardness so I could once again feel its slender
length in my throat.

As I laved her daughter's cock with my lips and tongue, I felt
Silvia's touch on the inside of my thighs, still feminine, but somehow
more sure, more confident than Astrid's.

My ever-ready little Xaninha poured liquid at the thought of her
beautiful face between my thighs!

Then, to my surprise, I felt myself entered by a large, warm phallus!
This one was bigger than either the one in my mouth or the one in my
hand! How could that be?!

Suddenly, Astrid withdrew from my mouth and lifted my head, removing
the blindfold in the process.

I stared in wonder as her gorgeous mother finished sliding her
enormous cock deep into my quivering belly!

"I get my special attributes from my mother's side of the family!"
Astrid whispered in my ear, "Isn't she just the sexiest woman alive!"

I kissed her lightly and said "Almost - you're the sexiest!"

I groaned loudly as Silvia finished her plunge, her soft belly resting
on mine, a look of pure lust contorting her beautiful features.

She bent and kissed me passionately as her daughter supported my head,
rotating her hips to circle the end of her pole deep inside me,
stretching, making room for itself. We moaned into each other's
mouths.

Silvia began a long, slow, sensuous fuck as Astrid re-entered the hot
confines of my mouth. Mark was all but forgotten as these two lovely
ladies ravished me from both ends at once!

Once again I was transported outside my body to watch, in my mind, two
beautiful women sliding their improbable cocks in and out of my pliant
flesh! As I thought: 'How lucky can one girl get?' I remembered
another time, only a couple of days ago, when I had that same thought
atop Corcovado. Strange how those dashed hopes had led me to this even
more wondrous adventure!

Silvia's lovemaking was more forceful than Astrid's, yet still with
that quality of gentleness I had never felt with a man. Although her
phallus would put most men's to shame, she used it with an
understanding of how a woman feels the stretching and prodding. She
avoided the really painful and unpleasant, and concentrated on giving
me the greatest pleasure her glorious rod could dispense!

Silvia's rhythm changed, and I opened my eyes to see Mark entering her
from behind.

"Oooohhhh!" she cooed, "How marvelous to be loved by a man while
loving a sexy girl!"

My body, always receptive to sex, responded to these three like it
never had with anyone else, slipping into a langorous, easy rhythm
that welcomed and enjoyed their use of me, while I did all in my power
to make it good for them as well.

My hips rose to meet Silvia's every thrust, and rotated opposite hers,
swirling that long, thick clitoris through my buttery insides. My lips
and tongue slithered and grasped at Astrid's slenderer, but no less
lengthy shaft.  I bit gently, occasionally, but never allowed my teeth
to scrape, and each time I did, it brought a shudder and gasp from my
young lover!

It seemed like hours that I was lost in the fog of my lust for these
lovely people who used my body so deliciously, but finally, urgency
overtook us and our pace increased. They forgot about my pleasure now,
and drove relentlessy toward their own culmination, piercing
simultaneously into me from both ends as Mark plowed his wife from
behind! Their passion was what drove me now, as much as the physical
sensation! It was almost a palpable thing between the four of us -
like a field of electricity generated by each of us, to conjoin and
become one giant force of nature that drove us on and connected us
with each other until the final cataclysm overloaded it and, in a
shower of physcic sparks, drove us over the edge!

I felt Silvia's discharge deep inside me, as Astrid's slender rod
pulsed in my throat, and my own body went rigid as the most massive
climax I can remember overtook me! I shattered into thousands of
pieces and fell into blackness!

I don't know how much later it was that I revived, pushing at Astrid's
limp form to get room to breathe! Silvia rested on my chest, spent, as
Astrid sluggishly aroused herself and fell to the side, panting
heavily. I filled my lungs gratefully, but missed the presence of my
lover's beautiful cock in my mouth and throat!

I caught Mark's eye as he slumped over his exhausted wife's spent
body.  He saw me looking and said, "THAT has GOT to be the HOTTEST sex
I have ever had!"

I gave him a wan smile, and, feeling a stirring on my abdomen, saw
Silvia staring at me with wonder in her eyes.

"What just happened!? I felt like we were all bound up in some sort of
energy field! I have NEVER, EVER cum like that!" she shook her head as
if to clear it, "Thank you so much, Nicole!"

I smiled and said, "You felt it too? It was like we were all connected
together, and not just physically! It was AWESOME!"

"I'll say!" Astrid joined in, struggling to a sitting position, "If
I'd known sex was THAT good, I wouldn't have waited this long to try
it!"

Silvia and I looked at each other and smiled indulgently at Astrid.

Silvia said, "If sex were always that good, dear, nobody would ever do
anything else! We made something special here, with your young lover's
help, and while I expect many more wonderful experiences, it would be
VERY unusual to repeat this performance!"

Astrid just smiled and said, "Let's try anyway!"

As Silvia helped me up, I noticed Mark looking for something with
which to clean himself, so I helpfully suctioned the slime off his
rapidly reviving cock, enjoying the taste of his and Silvia's mixed
juices.

By the time I was satisfied that he was clean, he was again ready for
action. He positioned me on hands and knees and slid easily into my
sloppy xana, but only took a few strokes before withdrawing.

With some care, and my help, he slid easily into my behind, sending
sinful waves of pleasure through my body. Mark was larger than
average, but not nearly as large as his wife, and I was well
accustomed to anal sex by then, so I had little trouble accepting him
fully.

As her dad stroked my fundament, Astrid once again presented herself
to my mouth. With mounting passion, I worked her to full erection,
then backed off and croaked, "Get under me, on your back!"

She smiled a knowing smile and slithered underneath, until we were
face to face. With a little cooperation from Mark, I soon had her
wonderful clit snuggled deep inside me as her father stroked us both
through my rectum.

"Oh, Nicole, you make us do such wicked, wonderful things!" my young
lover cooed as she felt her father's cock moving against hers inside
me.

I smiled slyly and retorted, "I don't MAKE you do anything! I only
give you the opportunity!"

I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, and turned just in time
to watch the mirrored reflection of Silvia's long, thick girl-cock as
it slid all the way up her husband's willing ass! His face was a mask
of lust at the intrusion, and the twitching of his cock inside me was
testament to his enjoyment of the assault! Mark's eyes, in the mirror,
rolled back in his head and his eyelids fluttered as that enormous
pleasure spear impaled him.

"Oh my GOD! Astrid, look!" I whispered.

"I know." she whispered back, "They do that all the time! Isn't it
awesome? I bet this is the first time he's been sandwiched, though!"

A mischievous thought occured to me, and I said, "It looks like we've
got a double decker going here! Two pieces of white meat on Rye!"

Astrid giggled politely, and Mark and Silvia's reflections rolled
their eyes.

The mechanics of this four way coupling were awkward, but we soon got
a rhythmn going, with Mark and I fucking while Silvia and Astrid
pretty much held still.

Being penetrated fore and aft was not a new experience for me, but the
fact that the cock in my pussy belonged to the beautiful young girl I
had so recently fallen for changed the flavor, not only of the act,
but of my perception of it. Factor in the knowledge that the man
plowing my backside was my lover's father, and my body, driven by
these images, just went into a series of small, non-stop, explosions!

I was just along for the ride - my constantly recurring orgasms
occupying most of my attention - as Silvia and Mark and Astrid did
whatever they pleased, with one another and with me!

Our earlier experience had hyped Silvia and Astrid and I, and I could
see they were experiencing something similar to what I was feeling,
but poor Mark, being only a man, and having cum twice already, had to
work for his third climax of the day!

'What a wonderful advantage to be a woman!' I thought, setting off
another series of explosions!

Finally, partly driven by our passion, Mark reached his destination
and dribbled a few spurts into me.

Sated and nearly exhausted, we stumbled to our rooms, where Astrid and
I showered together before falling into bed naked.  With my last
reserves, I sucked her to erection, then slid her inside me before
falling asleep coupled to my beautiful lover.

I awoke to sunlight streaming into the room and the feeling of
Astrid's long slender cock moving ever so slowly within me.

We never did get to the baile de Escala or to Buzios. The rest of
Carnaval was spent exploring the joys of this marvelous foursome we
had developed.

With a dildo strapped around me, I gently took Astrid's virginity,
kissing away her tears after her membrane tore, and slowly, tenderly
giving her her first vaginal orgasm. We had other sessions with her
parents, of course, but mostly they enjoyed fucking each other while
watching us together.

By the time Heloisa and Joao returned, the day after Ash Wednesday,
Astrid and I had pledged ourselves to each other. Each of us, in
different ways, were orphans from our society, bound together by our
differences and our similarities.

We both felt incredibly lucky to have found the other's love when
neither expected ever to have a true soulmate.

My new parents had known about Silvia, and accepted her and Mark as
friends, though they had never 'played' together. They were only a
little surprised to know that Astrid was like her mother. Both were
overjoyed for me, and promised to give us as much time together as
possible.

So, that's my confession, Padre, I hope you at least brought tissues
this time!

The rectory? Oh I don't think I'm going to be able to make it.

No, Padre, not unless YOU and all the other priests do a special
penance for ME!

Didn't you hear? I'm on to your little scam Padre, and if I come to
the rectory this week, I will bring my biggest dildo, line all of you
up on your hands and knees, and fuck you one by one!

No, you're not getting any more of this little buceta! You lied to me,
and betrayed my trust, so just go back to your Brothers and tell them
you have to go back to sucking each other off!

You still want me to come to the rectory? Then you'd better have
plenty of K-Y on hand!

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