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Brazen

By: historymajor



Okay, so her husband was naked and standing before her. That wasn't too surprising. Not that he tended to be exhibitionist—come to think of it, he is just the opposite, isn't he? He doesn't parade himself around the house as other men might be known to do. But he did say that he was taking a bath. One does tend to be stripped for such a procedure. She heard the water running. So, obviously, he had something important—possibly urgent, considering his unusual state of undress—to say to her. So she waited in expectation.

He spoke, rather in a monotone, almost, "I think you need to be clean as well." 

She considered her state of cleanliness. She had a shower the night before, and while she might enjoy a nice bath, it didn't really seem time for it. "Perhaps tomorrow morning," she replied, curtly.

"No, I think sooner than that." He was curt as well. Perhaps not curt, but a bit... forceful. This was odd. He was not one to remark on her hygiene. She cared for herself in a proper, expected way, and no one complained about her state of filth or of any unacceptable odors. Nor did he. But here he is, naked as a jay, not yet having his bath, telling her of her need to be cleansed. Most irregular. 

And she said so. "Look here, I don't think you have any place to be telling me of ..." 

Well, she tried to say so, but then he rudely interrupted. "Actually, I think you need to have a bath." Then he paused a moment. "Now." And before she knew what was happening, he had reached beneath her thighs and back, chuckling, and was carrying her away to the bathroom. 

She didn't want to struggle, lest he dropped her and then she would be injured, possibly seriously. So instead, she began in a torrent of words meant to break that smile from his face and to cease from such unacceptable activity. "Put me down! I think that enforced bathing is illegal in this state and you don't even have a license! I am really not prepared to get wet, in any case, because my hair... well, my hair is up, but that shouldn't make any difference, it might get wet which would be disastrous—just horrible. And you don't think... no, you wouldn't really put me in the bath with all my clothes—that would just be monstrous—OH!" Still chuckling, he placed her gently into the steaming tub.

Well, she thought, at least the temperature is to my liking. Sizzling hot. "For a bath, this is not very relaxing. To be shanghaied from my place on the couch and then placed in water fully clothed... it will take all day to dry these clothes!"

He knelt beside her and replied, "They would be easier to dry if they were off." Then he began unbuttoning her blouse.

Ah, so that's his game. All right, then. I suppose we ought to just enjoy it. That's what I'm supposed to do, isn't it? She leaned back in the bath and closed her eyes. After erasing all thoughts of knives and straight pins digging into his flesh, she realized the possibilities here. Here she was, in an unexpected bath, with a personal servant to undress her, caress her, coddle her and fondle her. This could be pleasant indeed.

He noticed her visible relaxation, and kissed her closed eyes. "That's right. Take some time for yourself. I'll give you whatever you need." 

Her blouse was fully unbuttoned and now he was clumsily working on her bra. She sat up and released it, then took it off. Her breasts floated, being fully supported by the water. The unbuttoned white shirt lay about her. She threw the shirt about herself, in mock modesty. "I can't have you looking at my..." He smiled wider. She looked at her chest and found that her breasts were fully visible through the thin, white, wet garment. "Well, I suppose it doesn't really matter," she said as she stripped off the shirt.

Her denim skirt and underwear came off quickly and easily. He gathered up the clothing and rung the soaking garments out in the bathroom sink and hung them up. 

Temporarily alone, she allowed her heartbeat to cease racing, sitting back in the tub, and forcing herself to rest. His attack had unsettled her considerably, and though his intentions were honorable, the method was, shall we say, somewhat unorthodox. She had never been exposed to such a blatant display of testosterone, not by him, even as quiet as it was. In approaching things of amour, he had always been a gentleman—admittedly, somewhat childish and selfish—but gentle and considerate of her feelings and of her need to adjust to a new mood. However, this time he had given no signal of lovemaking, no warning of his desire. Instead, he blindsided her, putting her in a mood of... danger, almost. 

It is a bit exciting, she admitted, and allowed her heartbeat to increase a bit. It isn't everyday a woman is gently ravaged by someone who loves her. Someone who desires her in such a way that he had to respond instantly, on impulse. Picking her up without warning. Putting her in a tub of water in order to be passionate with her. Stripping her gently under his adoring eyes. That's not so bad, really, is it? 

Of course not. Nevertheless, it would be nice to take some revenge—in a loving manner, of course. She could plot and plan as well as the next woman. And take great pleasure in the results of her plotted torture. Oh, yes, she can plan. And he will regret. (All for his benefit, of course, she assured herself.)

"All right," he spoke, commandingly, but gently, "it is time to clean you up."

"All right," she mocked in a friendly manner. Then her voice went meek and pleading, "But... what will you use to clean me up, sir?"

He reached across her and grabbed the Dove and a washcloth. Firmly, he replied, "Just this: soap, water and a cloth. Please kneel and the cleaning shall begin."

She reinterpreted to herself: the pampering shall begin. She planned to enjoy this thoroughly. She got up onto her knees, then sat on her feet and rested her chest on her legs, arms at her side, curled up in a ball. "Please," she continued in a squeaky, pleading voice, "don't hurt me."

His firm tone softened a bit, but he was still in character, "Don't worry, little miss. I'll take good care of you." She trembled slightly, part in her playact to show trepidation, part in real anticipation of his touch. 

She was a woman who felt love at the touch of a soft caress. Without the touch, without physical closeness that had no hint of a selfish, sexual drive behind it, then in her heart of hearts she could not be assured that she was loved. Intellectually she could acknowledge it. Her mind could assure her that she was really loved, but assurance in her deepest self would always be evaded unless she was gently caressed with direct intent. 

Her husband, of course, was a man for whom touch was practically foreign. He grew up in a household where touch was not quite forbidden, but certainly never encouraged. Early on, when they were dating and engaged, he fawned on her, touching her constantly. She was not sure until later that his seductive fingers were, in reality, paws, longing for the sexual release and freedom that could not happen until they were married. But that never bothered her. 

But he turned into a man who never showed her love... no, wait, that just wasn't true. He rarely showed her love in the manner in which she can truly, deeply feel it. She was confident of his love. Although his attentions waned in later years, focusing on work, children and the others who constantly came to the house, he would always take occasion to show that he cared for her. He would take her out to dinner. He would call her when it was unnecessary. He would give her little gifts. Basic romance stuff. But his touch... let's just say it was rare. Instead of sitting next to her on the couch, he chose a chair—as independent and full as opportunity for thought as he is. And if she sat next to him on the couch, he would be briefly stiff and then relax, but he would not reach his hand to her. 

Admittedly, he was tired. And the children were not always easy to deal with. And he would converse with difficult people all day. And "touch" wasn't in his vocabulary of love unless you added some form of the word "sex" with it. She often sighed, disappointed at his distance. 

And then sometimes, out of the blue, a light would come on within him, and he would scratch the back of her neck, softly. Or he might softly squeeze her shoulders for ten minutes. Or—blessing of all blessings—he might take the time to give her a full backrub—no strings attached. That last was rare, very rare. On the occasional birthday, when she didn't need sleep more than anything else in the world. Or the romantic anniversary. And thus did his displays of love descend. 

Like God, she knew that he loved her, but only occasionally did he display it in action rather than in dusty, oft-repeated words of the past. 

And so she trembled in anticipation. Even though the touch came through a cloth, rubbed with soap. Even though he was anticipating his own pleasure in a few minutes, or perhaps an hour. Even though he still wasn't recognizing her deepest need. She wanted this. Wanted a touch of love more than life.

Her back was fully exposed and he very gently rubbed the whole length and width of it, until small bubbles foamed all over her back. Being fully convinced of its cleanliness, he set aside the cloth and placed his fingertips on her skin. His caresses were firm—but not hurting—and the film of the soap causing each touch to be silky and smooth. She sat warm in the tub, her legs and front fully surrounded by the hot water and her back and shoulders lovingly warmed by his flat palms. After an infinitely brief time—perhaps ten minutes—he said in a soft version of his commanding characature, "Up on your knees, now. We have to clean the rest of you." And the pleasure was over.

Well, over for her. He took great delight in soaping up her chest, her buttocks, her public area, her thighs. Again, he dropped the washcloth. He climbed in the tub with her, kneeling behind her and reached around to cup her breasts. He fondled her all over, moaning his pleasure. Fingering her nipples, cupping her groin, squeezing her buttocks and rubbing them over and over. 

His pleasure made her dizzy. In some way, she enjoyed his sudden yet slow approach down the road that has but one climax for two. His pawing was pleasant, like she was overlooking a child taking great pleasure in brushing her hair, although he was mussing it all up. She was too cold, out of the water. Her nipples were hard, but not from pleasure and his touching was slightly unpleasant. She was gaining little out of the rubbing of her buttocks, but the somewhat pleasant touch. The touching of her public area was personal and intimate, but not sexy. 

Did he think he was doing this for her? That he was causing waves of pleasure in her? No. His erection sticking up between her two buttocks, (for he had pushed it in with his pelvis) showed her that. He was not aware of her responses, but his eyes were closed to allow all of his sensory function to focus on his hands, the touch he was receiving. Obviously, he felt that he had given her what she wanted, for now. And though he planned to "focus on her" in a little bit, he was taking what he wanted, for the moment. That was fine, she thought. But let's give him a little more. Or more than a little.

She took the discarded soap and rubbed it on her hands. Then she reached behind her and caressed the tip of his penis. He moaned at that, all right, and squeezed her breasts a little more, causing just a little pain. All right, she thought, let's do this. She turned around to him and saw his closed eyes and his dry skin except for his legs. "Tsk, tsk," she scolded like a kindergarten schoolmarm, "you are still all dirty. This will not do." 

She wet him down, got more soap and began soaping him down thoroughly. She rubbed his chest and back, seductively lathering them, having to press her chest into him to reach around to his back. She lathered his neck and legs, using her fingernails to scratch his skin with pleasure. She bent down to reach his buttocks, and took the opportunity to give a little lick to his penis. Then she set into foaming up his groin, lingering at his tip. He backed off a bit then, saying, "We don't want to go too far." She smiled. Then she rinsed her and him off, front and back. 

He slunk down for a moment, a bit weary from pleasure. She could tell that he was "steeling himself up" to work on her sexual desire. But before he could rise, she pressed into him, wrapping her arms about his neck, and allowing his face to touch her bare breasts. It was time. She queried seductively, "Do you know what I want?" She backed a bit, and began rubbing his nipples. He sat down in the lukewarm water, eyes widening, placing his legs on either side of her. Perfect. She bent down on top of him, her breasts resting on his hard penis, forcing it down on his stomach. She whispered again, "Do you know what I want?" Again, he made noises that "we" don't want him to climax too soon. 

She ignored his plea, kissing his chest and licking his nipples, hard and quick. She lifted up her face to his, breathing the words onto him, "I know what you want." She sat up, her opening, wet with excitement (although emotionally she was not ready for sex), rested on his penis and she rubbed a bit. He moaned, "Not yet. Let's focus on you." She chuckled. "But that's not what you want." She rubbed a finger through his hair, around his neck, and let it descend to his nipple. She licked it and let the saliva lubricate between his nipple and her finger, while her vagina softly thrust on his erection. "You want to be wet. You want me to rub you." Beneath her hand on his chest, she could feel his heartbeat racing. "You want my body on you. You want to be surrounded by me. You want to be smothered by my softness" 

She raised herself up, pressing her breasts into his face and picked up his penis and inserted the tip into her. "You want to moan with pleasure. You want to touch me all over." Slowly, she descended upon him and he grabbed her buttocks. "Oh," he moaned. And she moaned with him, for him, "Oh, I feel you inside. How lovely you feel." He started to make cautionary noises again, until she pulsed on him. "Come on," she spoke slowly, "put your hands on my breasts," She pulled at his arms until he grabbed her chest, longingly. "Squeeze my nipples, just a little." It was slightly uncomfortable for her, but he enjoyed it. She continued with her patter, " Come on, baby. Squeeze me. Kiss me. There, please. Oh, yes. Do you feel me?" He nodded. She thrust harder, "Press yourself inside of me—yes... Oh how I want you, I want you, I want you..." Suddenly, he exploded inside of her and she felt him tense up and then release. She continued moving on him until he motioned for her to cease. 

After his breathing became normal, she got up off of him, turned to let the water out and grabbed a towel, drying herself off. "But," he said, "you didn't get a chance to..." Guilt and exertion made his face red. Her sweet revenge was all set up.

She smiled wickedly. "You never answered my question." He faltered a moment. "You know...? My question?" She repeated for him slowly, "Do you know what I want?"

He was clearly confused. His previous agenda for the evening was foiled by her sudden turnabout and he wasn't sure where he stood. He got up and she came up close to him and handed him a towel. She asked again, seductively "Do you know what I want?" She kissed his neck and stroked his shoulder.

Quickly, his thinking mechanism returned to its usual working state. "Ummm... a backrub?"

She smiled and backed away. "Right. Now get wiped off and come into the bedroom, please. But not too quickly..." she added. "I've got a couple things to set up and I want you dried with no goop on you." She glanced down at the white/clear fluid on his groin. He got the message. "Oh, and don't bother putting on any clothes," she concluded cheerily, "we're not done yet." 

Entering nude into the bedroom, she realized that he wasn't done with his surprises yet. The bed was straightened up and the covers pulled back. The pillows were neatly set, with a piece of chocolate on each one. Towels were set on the mattress, neat and flat. The sill on top of the headboard were decorated with a row of candles, dimly lit. And on the tiny CD player, Beethoven was playing softly, romantically. 

Oooh, she thought. He hadn't just planned to throw her in the bath and have his way with her. He had a small romantic evening planned. How sweet, she inwardly gushed, and gave him credit for his overall plan. She started to regret her thwarting of his plans, but then she erased her repentance. "Actually," she mused, "isn't this what the best of marriage is about? Taking two plans and putting them together to make one fantastic one? Too bad it doesn't work that way usually." 

She lowered the covers further and set another towel on her side of the bed, still muttering, "Usually marriage is either one person getting what they want and the other person not, or some compromise is reached where both parties have less than they want. We've done pretty well," she said as she smoothed the bedclothes, "although I've made a lot of sacrifices. Well, he has too. It just... doesn't seem like he has made as many. Maybe that's just the way it is between men and women. A woman wants the pleasure of her man more than he wants her pleasure." She heard him coming, so she quieted down.

He came in, cleaned up and dried with a towel around his waist and another draped on his arm. "How can I serve you, ma'am?" 

She smiled and kissed his cheek. "I love the way you set up the room. It was really thoughtful of you."

Remaining straight-faced, he said, "All part of the service, ma'am. Now, how can I help you?"

"Oh yes... one last thing." She ran out of the room and returned from the kitchen, just as quickly. In her hand was an egg timer. She turned the knob all the way around until it was past fifty-five. She set it on the nightstand on the other side of the room. 

She stood before her stony-faced husband and said, "Cheeves, I want you to rub my back until that egg timer dings. You may use some lotion, but I would prefer no oil." She sat on the towels on the bed. "I shall be lying here."

"Cheeves" answered, "Ma'am, I have two questions."

She laid down, with her arms to her side. "Yes, Cheeves, what is it?"

"First, what if you fall asleep? Should I wake you?"

Humph, she thought. I should be asking you that question. "If I fall asleep, let me sleep and I will dream of you rubbing my back. Nothing could be better."

"Very well, ma'am. One other question. Since you have not a stitch of clothing on—a fact I greatly admire and appreciate—do you wish me to rub only that which one might call 'the back' or to perhaps cover all of your 'back', from neck to foot?"

"As you see fit, Cheeves. Although I do wish that I had shaved my legs in the tub."

"You could do so now, ma'am."

"Enough. The timer is running."

"Yes ma'am." And, kneeling beside the bed, he began.

* * *

He set to the task, for task it was. It was difficult enough to stay awake to give a long backrub, let alone to figure out what he should do during the backrub. Over the years he had given her many backrubs, usually the longest was a half-hour. Of course, he thought, she wouldn't consider them many. Perhaps two a year. I suppose two a year is a paltry sum when one's goal is to have a backrub every night. But he did give her other, "unofficial" backrubs—a rub on the neck, exercising her shoulders, the gentle caress here and there. But it couldn't be done all the time. Life is simply too busy.

To start with tonight, he did not use lotion but simply his fingers, barely touching her, raising goosebumps on her flesh. He drew circles on her, caressed her, using his fingernails, his open palm and the heel of his hand. He gently relaxed the back of her neck, her shoulders and shoulder blades. He wanted to linger at her buttocks, to perhaps caress the side of her breasts, or spread her legs open and move his fingers about in her vagina. But he knew better. He knew that the pleasure she wanted was touch, pure and simple, free without demand. 


Brazen



Sex, of course, isn't really a demand, he thought. It's a pleasure for both of us. It is something we both work on for the pleasure and satisfaction of both of us. That's what makes her action in the tub so confusing. She was doing that all for me—and I didn't have an opportunity to bring her along. Of course, I did kind of startle her. Maybe she just wasn't ready. Or maybe a backrub is really what she wanted tonight. Well, I could have given her one after she climaxed. Of course, it really did feel good. Just... too fast. I'd really like to try it again. But she really doesn't seem interested. He mentally shrugs, A backrub it is, then.

He reached over to pick up the lotion. He pumped a number of times, until a mound of the goopy stuff raised up on his hand. He rubbed it between his hands for a bit until it was almost body temperature. Then he slathered on her back, working it in from her shoulder to her waist. Her skin drank it in—dry, as usual. He got more lotion and slathered it on again, focusing on her legs this time.

It's odd, he thought. Why wouldn't she be interested in sex more? Well, it isn't that she isn't interested—she enjoys it, that's for sure. But for me, I feel that when she really focuses on giving me pleasure in sex, I feel so close to her... no. Wait. That isn't it. I don't feel close to her when I go. In fact, sometimes when we're just "taking care of me" then I feel sexually satisfied but still lonely. Separated. It's only when we both gain pleasure—when it's really "good". But what makes it "good"? Is it the pleasure we feel? No, because we can both enjoy it, but it still seems shallow. As if we are just going through the motions. 

Admittedly, that's what we usually do. Go through the motions. A little non-direct touching, then some caressing of her breasts. I caress her nipples, then lick them, then I get some lubrication and caress her just above her clitoris. Then she's ready to go. Usually she'll lick my nipples a bit, I touch her some more in her vagina and we're ready to go. I get on top of her and rhythmically push just a little inside her and she climaxes. Then we might do her again, or we might go with me—long strokes and I've released and I'm outta there. That's our normal, usual sex—when I can keep it up or don't release myself too soon. It's okay. We like it. But that's not how I feel close to her.

There are some times... some times that we just feel so intimate. It's amazing, almost mystical. Early in our marriage, I did think of it as mystical. As if we were two beings, merging into one. "One flesh" really described it. Perhaps it was just an emotional experience, but it was real to me. Very real. Central, almost. I wanted to have that experience all of the time. Perhaps that what junkies feel, that high. I can understand not wanting to ever turn away from it.

But, in reality, in marriage, eventually that feeling does fade. Sex is good, a part of life, but it isn't blissful. It isn't a great high. Except sometimes. Sometimes we still reach it. The intimacy climaxes in sex, but it usually doesn't begin there. We talk... about stuff. Whatever we talk about. Books. Movies. The kids. The problem of the week. I caress her. Not in a sexual way. I have to focus on that, if I can do it. My mind—either it's sex all the time, or none of the time. No middle ground. 

Then... what? What is it that makes it good for both of us? When I look at her and get that feeling of how lovely she really is? Maybe it's when we both really give each other pleasure. Or when I know that she is really excited. Or maybe it happens when we do something new, spontaneous, unthought of—breaking out of our usual pattern. Hmm. If that were so, then what she did for me in the tub would have been great. But it was just me, not her.

Or is it ever just good for me? Maybe I'm just fooling myself. Maybe I'm the one who really feels connected, feels at peace at those times. Maybe she doesn't feel it at all. Maybe for her she just gets pleasure from it, and enjoys my pleasure, my surrender. But that's all. Does she feel the love? The intensity I feel? The feeling that it isn't just me going into her, organs rubbing against each other. But that it is in some way her going into me—us connecting, merging. Does she ever feel that?

His hands massage her back still. The lotion is worked in and her skin is smooth and soft. Not greasy, but without creases. Almost without blemishes. Nothing for the hand to get caught on. He massages deeply, but not so hard that there is discomfort. The hand and fingers slide over the skin, as a skateboard slides down a ramp in a park. A ski on the snow. Perhaps a ski takes pleasure in just the simple movement over packed snow. A satisfaction that it was made to glide, to pass effortlessly, without friction over fields of white. Maybe that is the same kind of pleasure she is feeling now. That in receiving a backrub, she is experiencing what her skin was made for.

He remembered when he first started giving her backrubs, near the beginning of their marriage. Of course, she wanted backrubs before they were married and he gave them to her—other rubs, as well, he recalled. But they weren't "official" backrubs. They were dry, and while she enjoyed them, she didn't relax like she did after they were married. That seemed to be real enjoyment for her—total relaxation and separation from all that she had been doing that day. They would try different oils, different candles, some music—whatever they could to bring peace and romance and togetherness to their crazy lives.

Things were crazy. I was crazy. Why did I get so upset all the time? Things were fine when people were over or when they were working... but every once in a while when it was just the two of them... Well, maybe it was more than every once in a while. Maybe it was more often than I would want to think. I was a jerk. No, I never hit her. But I yelled. Controlling bastard, that's what I was. Why couldn't I just let her be who she was? Why couldn't we make our decisions together civilly? Of course, sometimes it wasn't a matter of decisions. It was a matter of who cared more. We knew who cared more by who through a fit first. So stupid. 

But the nights that first year, they were lovely. Not every night, but every other night we would get naked with one another and play. Just relax and have a good time. Have sex, read, sleep, talk. We had all this energy for each other. We would stay up until one or two or three, just to be together.

We are so worn now. It's a good night if I can stay up past eleven. We talk, but mostly about "issues" or the latest read. What we did or learned about others during the day. Every one is falling apart, it seems, and we are there to fix them. Although we never do. Mostly we just watch people slowly fall apart. Or slowly get better. Depending. Sometimes we don't even have time to talk. We read, but we don't read "together" anymore. Actually, maybe we never did. I didn't know just how caught up she gets in a book. That's how come she couldn't hear me set up the bedroom or wonder why it was taking me so long to take a bath. Lost in a book.

He smiled. She is so cute, he thought. He looked down at her, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. Long hair braided and put on top of her head. Straight back, round butt, strong, thick thighs and skinny legs. Toes that are so crooked that they seem broken. Cute.

The egg timer went off. He got up, walked across the room and turned it off. She sat up. He asked, "Did you fall asleep?"

"Nope. I was just relaxing."

He sat down beside her. "Pretty deep relaxing."

"I guess so. But I felt every stroke." She placed her hand on his shoulder and bent her head to kiss him. As their lips parted, she whispered, "Thank you."

He looked at her eyes—peace, with only a touch of her usual weariness. "No problem."

She grinned at him. "That's good." She laid back down, on her back this time. "This time I want you to do the front."

He was shocked for a moment, wondering how he could stay awake for another hour, just touching her. "Really?"

"Yes, really." She took his hand and placed it on her breast. "Feel the heartbeat?"

He was pleasantly shocked. "Y-yes."

She glanced down at his groin. "Just as I thought. If you felt the beating of my heart, you would have the energy to get up again."

He hesitated. "Do you really want that?"

She sat up and kneeled before him, kissing his lips. At the same time, she reached down with her hand and stroked his penis. "I really want you," she whispered. Then she laid down again. "Now, do my front." 

He willingly obliged. "But if I'm going to do your front, I'm going to do all of it."

"Hmm. What do you mean by that?"

"Open your legs, and you'll see." And she did. 

* * *

As they lay on the bed, still, after exertions, She breathed quietly, "That was fun. Very enjoyable."

He grinned at her praise. "Yes, it was. It was a good idea, you think?"

She turned her head to look at him. "Fine idea. Especially the way you set up the room. Very nice. But it was really more of an impulse than anything else, don't you think?"

He replied, "Not the room. It took me a half-hour to set that up without you hearing me. But," he admitted sheepishly, " Picking you up and set you in the tub, fully clothed—that wasn't completely thought out. I wouldn't normally act so... brazen."

She lay her head down on his shoulder. "Of course." She paused for a moment, and placed her hand on his chest. "It was all very nice, though. Even putting me in the tub." He looked surprised. "It was exciting, in a way. It set my mind thinking about new possibilities that I wouldn't have thought about before."

"Nice possibilities."

"Mmmm."

He gazed in her eyes and then lightly pressed his lips on hers, as she closed her eyes. As the close proximity comforted them, their lips barely a millimeter apart, she spoke, with her eyebrows descending, "But don't you EVER do that again!"



Brazil Beach Girls



I'll admit it. I've always had a severe bikini fetish. When I was young and began to notice that girls were cute, I couldn't wait for pool weather so that I could watch them in their swimwear. Growing up through the high school and college years, most of my summers were spent at the local pool or beaches. About the time of the late 80s and early 90s, girls even started wearing thong bikinis, and I was entranced. I purchased an early camcorder and collected quite a library of voyeur shots of girls at the beach. I would keep a running count of the number of girls observed wearing either skimpy Brazilian or thong bikinis and was happy to see the numbers increase each year.

With the emergence of the Internet, collecting voyeur pictures and VHS videos of bikinis at the beach just exploded. Websites devoted to beach culture allowed me to virtually travel to great destinations all around the world and watch the bikinis bounce. I had always heard that the thong bikini was invented in Brazil and it didn't take me long to discover that the beaches of Rio were a bikini lover's paradise. I started collecting every picture and video I could find of Rio's famous beaches. Let me know if you'd like some links.

Then one day it occurred to me - I have the money and ability - why don't I go down there for vacation and see it all for myself! I didn't know anyone that had ever ventured there for a vacation, so I began to research my ultimate bikini trip. Several travel agents were found and before I knew it, I was on a plane to Rio for two weeks of vacation.

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Holy crap! Just stepping off of the plane into the Rio airport, I could tell I wasn't in Kansas anymore. It was February, the middle of summer, and women could be seen wearing jog bras and little mini skirts walking through the concourse. Outside on the streets, there were women everywhere walking, jogging, sitting and talking outside wearing just a bikini top and shorts. Not just your usual bikini top, but the miraculous Brazilian bikini top which is probably half the usual size. I don't know what marvel of design came up with those, but they sure enhance the breasts like nothing else.

After checking into my hotel on the Copacabana beachfront, I immediately changed into my swimwear, grabbed a towel and headed down to the beach. It was late in the day but there still were hundreds of people of all ages, shapes, sizes, and colors on the wide sand beach. Games of soccer, volleyball and paddleball were taking place and quite a few brave souls were in the rough surf on body boards. Above all, just about every direction I looked, there were girls in tiny bikinis. I started walking up the wide cobbled mosaic sidewalk until I found a nice crowded area to sit and watch. I spread my towel on the sand and just sat there for awhile to take in the breathtaking sights of the city and mountains behind me and the beach all around. The sun was getting low in the sky and slowly the beach emptied of sun-worshipers and the sidewalks became a roving market of food and souvenir vendors among the ever present chaotic traffic. I returned back to my room to change and find somewhere to eat.

Along the beachfront hotels on Avenue Atlantica there are small restaurants and cafes with tables and umbrellas on the sidewalk. I picked out a popular looking cafe and sat at a table to enjoy the first of many Skol beers in the steamy evening. The waitress once asked me where I was visiting from and I replied that I had come from Texas for a little vacation. She smiled and returned with another beer a few minutes later. Placing it on the table, she said "Excuse me, but the table behind you would like to know if you'd join them for a drink."

I turned around expecting to find a few other tourists drinking a beer but to my surprise there were three women sitting at the table and smiling at me. I grabbed my half empty beer and walked over to their table and introduced myself.

"We're glad you came over to join us. You looked lonely sitting there all by yourself." she said. "My name is Amanda and this is my daughter Isabel and her friend Camille." 

Amanda was a very attractive woman, probably in her late 40s. She was dressed impeccably in a white summer dress which highlighted her deep tanned skin. She spoke English with a thick accent but fluently. It was impossible not to notice the large diamond ring and earrings which adorned her - she had money.

"Well thanks for inviting me over. I wanted to meet a few local people when I was here on vacation, and it looks like I've started." I said. Amanda pulled a chair between herself and Camille and motioned for me to have a seat. I sat down and offered if I could buy them another round of drinks.

Amanda laughed and said "Aren't you sweet! Don't worry about us, you're our guest tonight, let me buy you a drink."

"So how do you like our city?" asked Isabel. I turned to speak and was greeted with the warmest set of eyes I'd ever seen. She was a small girl with long straight black hair and similar dark skin like her mother. She was also wearing a light summer dress in yellow and evidently without a bra. I'd say Isabel and her friend Camille were about twenty years old. 

"This is just my first evening here," I said. "Just flew in from Houston Texas this morning, and I'm really exited to be here. I've always wanted to experience the famous beaches of Rio."

After talking for a few more minutes over our drinks, Amanda asked "Would you like to come over to our apartment to cool off a little? It's quite warm outside tonight."

"Sure, that would be OK," I said. I was beginning to wonder if I was getting myself into a bad situation, but the three women were sweet and genuinely interested in meeting me. Amanda paid our bill at the cafe and we left. 

After walking only two blocks we entered a high-rise apartment complex. Man, I thought, she must really have some money to afford a house only a block away from Copacabana beach. We took a small elevator up to the eighth floor. Amanda opened the door to a small but well furnished apartment. Isabel was next to me and said "Make yourself comfortable" and patted my butt as I walked through the door. Camille giggled.

I sat on the couch and immediately the two girls plopped down very close on either side of me. Amanda disappeared into the kitchen and soon came out with another cold beer for me and some sort of drinks for the girls. She then turned the TV on low and sat down in a large easy chair with a glass of wine. Everyone kicked off their shoes and relaxed.

Amanda was asking me about my job, my house, and my friends in Texas. I could tell that something was up between the girls because they were making subtle signals to each other. The alcohol was going down fine and everyone was laughing and talking and having a great time. 

"So Mike, what are you going to do tomorrow?" asked Camille, putting her hand on my left leg.

"Obviously I came here to spend the week on the beach. Maybe if the weather turns cloudy I might check out Corcovado or Pau d'Acuzar. But mainly just lazy days on the beach." I said.

With a sly smile Camille asked "Would you like to meet both of us on the beach tomorrow?" Isabel also placed her hand on my right leg, much closer to my crotch and said "Come out with us, we'll have fun."

"How could I say no?" I replied. "Just let me know where and when."

"We'll pick you up in your hotel lobby at ten." Isabel said

"Sounds great. I think I'd better be going," I said. "It's after midnight and I'm still a little jet lagged from the flight."

"It was very nice meeting you, Mike." said Amanda. She got up and gave me a nice hug and then collected the empty drinks to return them to the kitchen. "I'll see you later this week, I'm sure." she said with a smile as she disappeared.

The moment she was out of sight, Isabel jumped onto my lap and immediately planted a big kiss on my lips. "I've wanted to kiss you all night," she whispered, "You're so cute."

I put my hands on her slim hips and returned her sweet kiss. As we continued a long slow kiss, Camille slid her hand up my leg. "We'll make sure you have a fun time on your vacation," she said.

"We should not keep you any longer," said Isabel. "We'll have a fun day tomorrow and I don't want you to get tired. We'll walk you to your hotel."

We left the apartment and both girls took turns kissing me in the elevator. I held hands with Isabel down the street until we came to my hotel a short distance away. "Good night, I'll see you cuties tomorrow." I said with a final good-night kiss.

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I woke up refreshed after a great night's sleep. I took another early morning walk about a mile up Avenue Atlantica to enjoy the warm morning breeze. I stopped at a drink cart and got a bottle of cold water which really hit the spot. I returned back to the hotel and packed a small backpack with my beach gear and went downstairs to wait for my new friends. It was a few minutes before ten and I sat by the window watching Copacabana beach come to life. A small white car screeched to a halt in front of the doors (Rio resident's are notoriously bad drivers) and Camille jumped out of the passenger door and ran inside. I stood up as soon as she entered and waved to her. She approached me and asked "Are you ready?" I nodded and followed her outside to the idling car. I headed towards the back seat when she said "No, you can sit up front with us."

I tossed my bag in the backseat and slid next to Isabel. Camille squeezed into the front seat beside me and closed the door. "Good morning," I said. "Where are we going?"

As Isabel darted into the flow of traffic, she said "We usually like to go to Ipanema, there are fewer tourists." I was taking my life in her hands as she darted between lanes on the short drive. Neither of the girls seemed concerned.

When we reached Ipanema, she turned away from the beach and pulled up to a small apartment parking garage. "This is my house," Camille said as we parked the car. Wow I thought another rich family with an apartment on Ipanema beach. We collected our bags and headed out to the sunny sand. We walked over to a set of beach chairs and umbrellas normally frequented by the girls. As locals, they weren't asked to pay an outrageous fee to rent a spot for the day like tourists would be charged.

I just stood there and watched as the girls went through what probably was a normal daily routine at the beach for them. They first went over to the family which operated the beach chairs and gave enthusiastic hugs all around. After a quick flurry of dialogue, they motioned me over and introduced me as their new friend from Texas. The owner informed me that I was very much welcome and that all my drinks would be free. I looked in a giant cooler with drinks of all different kinds on ice. The beer looked good but it was a little early in the day, so I chose a Guarana. The girls hugged the owner again and led me to an umbrella at the side of the group. We dropped our bags and began to get settled.

Both girls pulled traditional Batik fabric towels from their bags and spread them under the umbrella with a space between them. Isabel said "You can sit here." and motioned me to sit in the space between their towels.

I was excited to meet these two cute girls last night, but I was blown away as they began to undress. With little fanfare, Camille first undressed to reveal her gorgeous body in a tiny bikini. She had a small pink bikini top that was connected by very thin strings. The small triangles of fabric were scrunched narrowly across the front of her tanned breasts, covering only the width of her nipples. The top stretched tightly over her perky C-cup breasts causing them to stand at attention. As she stepped out of her shorts I watched her beautiful small round ass. She wore a tiny black and pink thong that would raise an eyebrow back home, but was just plain ordinary here. She gracefully untied each side at her hips, adjusted it, and retied it again, just like she'd probably done a thousand times before.

Isabel undressed next as Camille sat on her towel. She was wearing a tiny white thong similar in size. Her deeply tanned body made the white bikini fluoresce in comparison. I was already in heaven as these two girls sat close beside me in these minuscule bikinis. "It's our turn to watch you undress," said Isabel with a smile.

I knew that it was customary for men to wear Speedo type swimwear at the beach, not the long baggy swim trunks worn back home. I had purchased a few and made sure that I had a good base tan before I went to Rio so I wouldn't fry in the hot equatorial sun on my first day out. I took off my shirt first and revealed my moderately sculpted torso. I'm not a weightlifter but I enjoying working out and staying in shape. Both girls smiled and reached out to touch my abs. I then took off my beach sandals and slid down my shorts to expose a low cut blue Speedo. I've been told that I'm fairly well hung, with a soft six inch dick that grows to about ten inches when hard. As a result I have a nice looking package when stuffed into a small swimsuit. Both girls audibly gasped and Camille said quietly "Oh my god, look at that, Issy!"

I smiled at her and asked "Do you like what you see? I definitely like the bikinis that the two of you are wearing."

"You look incredible, Mike. I though you were cute when I saw you last night, but you are so hot." Camille answered.

"I'm not going to play games, so I'm just going to ask now," said Isabel with large eyes, pointing at my dick. "Can we see it?"

"I guess so," I shrugged. "As long as you let me take a peek too."

Isabel looked around and saw that nobody was paying any attention in our direction so she leaned over with Camille and lifted the top of my swimsuit to peek at my dick flopped over to the left. Each of them gently touched the length of my shaft with their finger to assure themselves that it was real. "That is beautiful," she said. The two friends looked at each other with huge smiles.

"My turn"

"OK" Isabel replied.

I slid my hand across her firm belly and down below her belly button. Way down to where her pubic hair should have started, it was still silky smooth. I lifted the top of her tiny white string thong to revel a small, nearly hairless pussy underneath. I couldn't resist and I had to reach down and slide a finger across her smooth lips. It was the softest pussy I had ever felt.

"How about you?" I asked Camille. "Sure" she replied.

I lifted her bikini bottoms and saw another beautiful hairless pussy. I slid my finger across her's too.

"You two are beautiful," I said. "I actually can't believe that cute girls like yourself aren't surrounded by guys all of the time. I know I can't keep my eyes off of you, let alone my hands." "You are really exotic looking Brazilian beauties."

"We were thinking the same about you too," Isabel said. "We couldn't imagine a hot guy like you traveling all alone without a girlfriend along."

Just then from behind us, I heard a voice saying "Ola!" and I turned around. Coming towards our umbrella were two more girls. Camille and Isabel jumped up and greeted their friends with another big round of hugs. "I'd like you to meet our friend Mike, from Texas," Isabel said with a smile. I stood up and received a hug from each of the new girls. She introduced me, but I easily forgot their names. They were friends from school and had probably received a phone call late last night to come hang out on the beach today, for a good reason.

They began to spread out their Batik towels in front of me so that I was surrounded by all four beautiful girls. One of them was wearing a small orange thong with a white top and the other had a tiny bright blue thong. By this time, I was in heaven and surrounded by pretty girls in Brazilian bikinis. It didn't take the new friends long to notice the bulge in my swimsuit pointing to the left. Camille saw the expression on their face and said "Yes, if you are wondering, it's as nice as it looks!" and everyone started laughing.

I was asked if I wouldn't mind helping apply some suntan oil to all four girls. I happily moved from towel to towel and slowly spread glistening oil over every inch of their exposed bodies. I massaged their arms, legs, and back and could feel them melting into relaxation. They didn't mind being touched all over.

When finally finished with the parade of bodies, I sat back down and Isabel made the announcement that "Mike is all mine today." I laid back as she gently spread suntan oil all over, making sure to accidentally brush against my swimsuit several times. The three others jealously watched as Isabel rubbed and massaged me. I could feel that the top of my swimsuit was lifted again. This time her hand gently removed my soft dick and laid it on my abs. I heard one of her friends whisper loudly "Issy, oh my god, what are you doing!" I cracked my eyes open to see her pause for a moment to cover her hands in oil and then slowly stroke my dick. It felt wonderful and I thought I would start getting hard. But just as the sensation started, she carefully replaced it back in the swimsuit. She leaned over me with her perky breasts on my chest and whispered in my ear "I want you inside of me so bad". I grinned and gave her a kiss.

Isabel turned to her friends and said "I know we just arrived here, but I'm wondering if we could all go to the pool at Camille's apartment? I think we could have fun this afternoon."

"Good idea," Camille answered. "Nobody ever uses it and I can get the key from the manager. We'll be all alone up there."

So just as fast as the clothing came off, all of us got dressed and collected our things. On the way off of the beach, I stopped and grabbed a beer from the cooler and received a nod from the owner - he knew. The five of us crossed the street and walked one block to her family's apartment, where we had parked the car. Four of us headed up to the rooftop pool while Camille went to see the manager.

The apartment pool was small, really only for lounging and too small to actually swim. There were a half dozen lounge chairs around the deck and one table was in the shade. I dropped my bag on a chair and sat down with my beer. Isabel knew that there was a radio in one of the cabinets so she pulled it out and turned it on. The three girls started dancing to the Samba tunes while laughing. They saw the smile on my face and came over to where I sat to each give me a lap dance. 

Once again the clothing came off the reveal the tiny Brazilian bikinis. Now with the samba parade in full motion, I playfully started grabbing all of the ass and tits dancing around me. The girls were obviously enjoying the attention.

Camille appeared through the door and exclaimed "No fair! You've already started partying while I've been working." She sat a small cooler down that she was carrying and proceeded to lock the door behind her. "I guess only Mike and myself can have any of these cold drinks that I stole from my parent's refrigerator."

With that, the samba dance abruptly ended as the girls dashed over to the cooler to each grab a cold one. In the time that it took them to return, Camille had already managed to get undressed and sat down on my lap.

"I think Isabel already claimed you first, so I get to be next," she said.

"I have the feeling that everyone will have fun, so don't worry." I replied.

The three girls sat down all around us. My shirt was lifted off and my shorts were taken down simultaneously. I instantly had four pairs of hands teasing up and down my body. 

"Since we're all alone up here, I don't think you need those tiny bikinis anymore. I've always wanted to slowly remove them. May I? I asked.

"Sure," they answered. "We usually don't wear them up here anyway" the fourth girl answered. 




Brazil Beach Girls Ch. 02



It was only my second morning in Rio de Janeiro and already I was having the best vacation of my life. I awoke to bright sunlight streaming through the open balcony door with the distant sound of waves crashing upon Ipanema beach. The cool morning breeze was offset by the two warm and naked bodies sleeping on either side of me. I had spent the night at Camille's family apartment with her best friend Isabel. 

We had just met two nights ago and spent yesterday at the beach with two of their friends. Later we adjourned to their private pool for lots of fun that eventually evolved into sex with Isabel, a fantastic young Brazilian. I learned that Camille's father was a doctor working in Sao Paulo and he lived there during the work week. Their high-rise apartment on Ipanema beach was vacant most of the time and they let Camille live there during the summer season. Hence I was living in luxury with two rich Brazilian girls and unlimited funds. They even offered to pay for my hotel room during my two week vacation since I probably wouldn't be spending much time there!

Laying naked on the cool white sheets cuddled close by two beautiful bronze skinned girls was the best wake-up call ever. I quietly got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower and let the girls sleep some more. In a few minutes both girls entered the bathroom and stood outside the shower just smiling and watching me. When finished, I traded places with Camille after giving her a good morning kiss and watching the sensual show of her taking a shower. Finally it was Isabel's turn and I gladly watched again. I slipped on a pair of boxer shorts while they just put on a T-shirt and a pair of tiny panties and we went to the kitchen for breakfast.

Sitting at the counter with the TV on in the background, we munched on some food and talked. I learned that both Isabel's and Camille's family were quite well off and both girls went to private school where they had been best friends for many years. They had the opportunity to travel extensively, but had never been to the U.S. They had lots of questions for me and couldn't imagine why I would want to travel to dirty old Rio for a vacation, when there were so many great places to visit in the States. I told them that it's just the opposite - why would I want to go to some boring city when I could visit the Marvelous City of Rio.

I began to tell them of my real motive of visiting Rio, which was to see the famous tiny bikinis. I admitted to having a bikini fetish and couldn't believe my luck to meet them and their friends on the beach.

They began to giggle and said "So Mike, you like our Brazilian bikinis?"

"They're the best, like nothing else in the world. I wish they were just as popular throughout the rest of the world" I said.

"Would you like to see some more of ours?" asked Camille.

"Of course" I replied, "I traveled a few thousand miles so I could be surrounded by tiny bikinis!"

Throughout the rest of the lazy morning, the girls had fun putting on a fashion show just for me. I couldn't believe the number of cute bikinis they owned between them, probably more than the pairs of shoes they owned. Most people buy a new bikini for each season but these girls had an entire wardrobe of bikinis. I happily sat on the sofa while the girls tried on at least a dozen thongs each and played mix-n-match with the tops and bottoms. I still couldn't believe how lucky I was.

As we neared noon time, I suggested that we hit the beach again to enjoy the sun. Isabel mentioned that she could call some more friends to see if they'd like to join us on the beach too. "Since you came here to see bikinis, I think we can help you out," she mentioned. One or two phone calls were made and we gathered our belongings for the beach.

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The three of us situated ourselves under a beach umbrella on the left side of their favorite area on Ipanema. I carried a cooler down from the apartment and filled it with ice, beer and drinks from a beach vendor. I noticed Isabel slip the vendor a R$100 bill to make sure we were well taken care of the rest of the day.

With our beach towels spread on the sand, I sat between Isabel and Camille as they undressed to expose my favorite bikinis. Isabel was wearing a multicolor striped thong which was gathered together in the front to barely cover the basic necessities. Camille wore a hot pink number that looked it might become sheer when wet. I began to cover their young bodies with suntan oil while giving each a little massage. 

After dozing in the warm beach breeze for awhile, I was awakened by a voice and was greeted by the cute, short haired friend that I had met yesterday. I finally remembered that her name was Alex. I stood up to greet her and she planted a kiss on my lips, so I playfully squeezed her tight ass. "I'm glad to see you again, too" I told her.

"Don't worry," she replied. "You'll be seeing me every day that you are here." I helped her spread out her towel and continued my job of applying suntan oil to her body. Just as I finished I looked up to see three other young girls approach our umbrella.  

The one in front said "Oooh, he's as cute as you said Cammy," as the group stopped and stood along side our beach umbrella.

"I know," Camille said with a smile. "Mike is cute and really fun too." I was introduced to these three new friends named Vanessa, Nena, and Patty. I'd never get the names straight again, but that didn't matter. The beach vendor approached with another umbrella and set it up next to ours and the three friends sat down. I was now surrounded by six cute (and apparently rich, private-school) girls on the beach.

I couldn't keep my eyes off the blatant display of flesh about me. The topic of discussion kept returning to the "fun" that was had the last evening at the pool, and plans for more fun to come tonight. The girls were all obviously flirting with me to try and gain my preferential attention and I was playing cool like I didn't notice. If we weren't in a public place, I'd bet that each of them would have given me a blowjob right there as incentive. After an hour in the hot sun and a few drinks, I was starting to get buzzed and suggested that we go into the ocean to cool off. Everyone agreed to the idea and jumped up. I started walking to the water's edge and didn't notice that Alex and Camille had headed over to the beach vendor and picked up two body boards.

The surf is surprisingly rough since the beach slopes abruptly, causing the swells to crash ashore with force. Anyone trying to simply enter the waves is sure to be pounded hard, but watching the locals made it look so easy. The girls just dove under the whitewater every time a wave broke and swam underneath. When I tried it, I though that my swimsuit was going to get sucked off due to the water's sweep. I have no idea how those tiny bikinis stayed on so well.

Past the breaking waves, it was pleasant bobbing in the swells, but tiring. Camille and Alex finally came paddling towards us on their body boards. We surrounded them and held onto their boards to relax and float with little effort.

The teasing a flirting even continued in the water. I could never tell exactly where they were coming from but it seemed that someone's hand was always touching me. They grabbed my butt mostly, but there was an occasional a crotch grope thrown in too. I did my share of grabbing ass and tits.

The riptide was pulling us slowly down beach. Camille told me to get behind her and help push her back up the beach on her body board. She was lying on her stomach with her legs dangling off into the water. As I swam around behind her she spread her legs to expose a tiny edge of the board right below her pussy. She turned to me and said "Start pushing the board, if you can," with a grin.

I held onto the board with both hands and kicked forward. Camille slid backwards so that her crotch covered my hands. Her wet thong was only a few inches from my face and I was rewarded to see that the hot pink thong did indeed become sheer when wet. I was entranced by the oval shape of her young smooth pussy lips and her thin inner lips pressing against the wet material. The hood of her clitoris protruded as a tiny little bump above the index finger of my right hand. I let go with one hand and began to stroke her spread crotch as I swam. 

"Do you like the view from there?" she turned to ask.

"This is the best view I've ever seen," I responded.

"You're a strong swimmer," she said. "We're back to where we started. I'll head back to the beach, but I think you'll need to go back and help the others."

I turned back to see the five remaining girls waving for me to return. Camille slid off of the board and wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist and planted a deep kiss before disappearing towards the sand.

To make a long story short, I spent the next twenty minutes pushing the girls back up the beach on the body board. All of them teased me with their young pussy near my face. Each trip took a little bit longer since the remaining girls were constantly floating down beach. The last girl waiting was Isabel, of course knowing that she would get the longest trip.

As I approached, she wrapped her legs around me in the bobbing surf and said "I've been so damn horny since you fucked me yesterday, Mike. I need more." 

"Let me see what I can do." I helped her onto the body board and just stayed in place instead of swimming back up the beach. I spread her legs wide to expose the striped bikini covering her mound of a pussy. Holding onto her firm ass, I moved her thong aside to expose her inviting tanned pussy. I pulled myself forward to separate her pussy with the tip of my nose and drive my tongue into her cunt. I licked and sucked her little pussy for quite awhile as her clit grew engorged and pink. With my tongue deep in her hole and my fingers stroking her clitoris, Isabel moaned "Ohhhh,,,, Yes!" and yielded to a tiny orgasm. I covered her little pussy back up and gave it a little pat for good luck

After catching her breath, she slid off the board. "Let's get out of the water, I'm done today," she told me.

"It's too far to swim back now, we've been out here awhile getting you off" I said.

"We'll just float back to the beach and walk." So we both grabbed onto the board and pushed off towards the shore. One big wave surfed us all the way to the sand and we held hands on the walk back up the beach.

When we finally arrived at the umbrellas, Alex said "We were beginning to wonder about the two of you. Did you have fun Issy?"

"YES!" she smiled to her friends with a wink and they all giggled. She continued "I think it's time again to go back to the apartment and let Mike have some fun. He's worked so hard, don't you agree!"

It didn't take them two minutes for all to get dressed and gather their belongings. My three new friends were excited to follow so I assumed that Camille and Alex must have filled them in on what probably was going to happen.

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Back in Camille's apartment everyone slumped onto a chair, exhausted from an afternoon in the hot sun and surf. The air conditioning and cool drinks slowly recharged everyone's batteries. I was resting with my eyes closed when Camille first spoke up.

"I have a fun idea. We should make a video of ourselves and Mike." she said. "We had fun yesterday taking pictures, but a video would be great."

"Ohh, cool, a porn video!" Isabel said. "I want to see Mike screwing me on TV."

"I just bought a brand new Sony hard drive camcorder for the trip," I told them. "It's over there in my bag. I thought I would make a tape of the sights of Rio, but this is much better." I pulled the video camera out of the bag and handed to Vanessa.

"We'll take turns with the camera so no one gets left out," the girls agreed.

"I can't obviously fuck all six of you right here and now, but I'll sure be able to get each of you to an orgasm if you let me play with your pussies for a while," I replied. "Since Isabel is my special new friend, I'll save her for last so I can screw her crazy."

Two of my three newest friends decided to let me try them first (I think it was Nena and Patty, or Patty and Nena). Both girls disrobed down to their tiny Brazilian bikinis again and sat together on the sofa. I sat between them and began making out and groping both cuties. Eventually the bikinis came off and I moved in front of them to play with their perky nipples and moistening pussies. Vanessa didn't hesitate with the video camera to get in nice and close. As the girls were enjoying the stimulation, Alex came up to me and helped me out of my clothes. Alex began to softly caress me as not to distract from the job at hand. It seemed that Patty was getting pretty worked up so I concentrated on her for a few minutes until she came to a body shaking orgasm, with a little pussy squirt included. I moved over to Nena and finished her off too.

By that time, Alex had moved herself on the sofa and Camille took her position next to me and gently stroked my dick as I was having fun with Alex. One by one, each and every girl got a few minutes on the sofa to work towards an orgasm, or to video the progress of the orgy, or to keep me gently stimulated and happily erect. Finally there was just Isabel left for a great fuck.

"Before I fuck Isabel crazy, I wonder if you would all indulge me in a little treat," I asked. "I've always wanted to do this, and I wondered if I could just slide my dick into all of your little tight pussies, one after another, just to see how each of them feels?"

"YES!" was the resounding response from all of the horny girls. With a flurry of activity and lots of giggles, they all lined up together on the sofa in the order that I started. Four of them were facing me with their legs spread wide and were eagerly fingering their pussy. The other two wanted to be entered from the rear and were waving their firm asses from side to side. I picked up the video camera and captured my fantasy on tape. Six horny Brazilian girls were wanting me at the same time. I held the camera and approached the left side of the sofa. I wanted to capture this from my point of view.

Starting with Patty, I moved forward and placed my dick head between her soft lips and slowly penetrated her. She replied with a satisfying "Mmmmmmmmm" as the remaining girls watched with anticipation. Her tight little pussy quivered and I slid my entire length deep inside. Her warmth was satisfying. I slowly withdrew my wet cock from her and moved to the right to Nena. Her cunt was actually dripping with juices as I once again slid into another horny Brazilian girl. Next came Vanessa, Alex and then Camille, as I enjoyed every minute of it. Each girl felt a little different but I wouldn't be able to Name-That-Pussy with my eyes blindfolded either. (Note to self - I need to try that next!).

With only Isabel remaining, the five girls gathered around us to watch the sex up close. All of them were fingering their own pussies and seemed to be quite turned on from the action. Vanessa took the video camera from me and got into the best position to capture the show. Issy turned around onto her hands and knees and told me to start from the back.

I eagerly slid into her silky pussy standing from behind and grabbed her hips, pulling myself deep into her. Vanessa put the camera below us on the floor and took close-up shots of me pounding her over and over. Her body shook with each thrust as I watched my erect dick disappear between her inviting lips. Issy moaned deeply with satisfaction, saying "MMMmmmmm, fuck yea!"

I smiled and looked beside me to see Alex and Patty rapidly stroking their own pussy with their eyes closed, hopefully fantasizing that I was fucking them too. To my surprise on the other side were Nena and Camille gently kissing each other. I wasn't aware that any of the girls were bisexual, but maybe this was their first time too.

Issy motioned that she wanted to turn over. I withdrew myself from her nice hot pussy and stood in front of the sofa with my dick pointing straight up to the sky. Before Issy could even turn over, Vanessa had put the camera down and had begun licking my shaft from below, not that I minded.

She exclaimed, "Mmmm, I have never tasted another girl before. Isabel, I like it. Can I get another taste?" Vanessa asked.

"Vanessa, I didn't know that you were into Issy," I stated.

"I have never done anything like this before," she replied with a grin. "But I'm so fucking horny right now, the idea of tasting Issy's pussy is turning me on."

"Go right ahead, cutie," Isabel responded. She was on her back with her legs spread. Vanessa got on her hands and knees in front of the sofa and began to kiss her. 

"Oh, shit. I think I've just turned bi," Vanessa laughed, "and I like it!" Everyone else giggled and watched with curiosity as she started playing with Issy's pussy.

There's something I find arousing about two young girls enjoying each other. Vanessa was still on her hands and knees in front of me, and I think she was teasing me on purpose to fuck her too. Without even turning around, she said "Go ahead Mike."

I got on my knees behind Vanessa and started rubbing my stiff cock between her shaved lips. The gentle caress of a woman's lips around the end of my dick is one of my favorite sensations. I continued using my dick head to explore her pussy and finally eased my way into her pink hole. I was still saving myself to finish with Issy, so I just remained deep inside. Vanessa started her Kegel exercises and began squeezing my cock with her vaginal muscles. The sensation of getting my dick squeezed along it entire length was fantastic. Mark another fantasy off my list - Having my dick inside a girl as she is satisfying another.

"You have a nice tongue," Issy told her, "but my cherry needs Mike inside me now before I burst."

I reluctantly pulled myself out of Vanessa and moved back as she stepped aside from Isabel's spread legs. "Are you ready," I asked. Issy nodded.

Still on my knees, I moved forward to the sofa and pulled Issy down so that her cunt was at the edge of the cushion. I put each of her knees over my shoulder and thrust my hard cock back into her wet pussy. Grabbing around her thighs, I fucked her hard, hearing the slapping of her body against mine. Her firm tits rocked back and forth with each thrust. She clenched her butt cheeks and I was holding tightly to her legs so that her lower torso was very tense, creating a wonderful resistance within her vagina. I could feel every vein on the surface of my dick travel past her tight muscles like a ribbed condom. With my thumb I started rapidly rubbing her clit with heavy pressure, feeling the tiny hard bump. She let out something akin to a yelp and her entire body convulsed under a strong orgasm. The sudden release of pressure on my dick inside her hot pussy caused me to cum. I pulled out and blew it across her heaving stomach and splattered her tanned breasts.

Even before I was done blowing semen out of my glistening dick, Vanessa, Alex, Patty and Nena rushed forward to feel the hot cum all over Isabel's body. I dropped down on the couch next to Izzy with an exhausted slump. I had been erect for mre than an hour with all of the stimulation from the girls, my playful penetration of everyone and the hard fucking. 

"I'm done, you've all worn me out," I groaned with my eyes nearly closed. "I've never had so much pussy in my life."

"We'll take good care of you today so that you are well relaxed. The last thing we all need is for you to be tired," Camille responded. "Why don't you take a shower and we'll get something to eat.

"Sounds like good idea," I smiled. "I'll take a hot shower and lay down for awhile while everyone else showers too." I showered and climbed into bed and quickly fell asleep. I awoke later to find that the girls had all joined be in the bed for a naked nap too. 




Brazil Beach Girls Ch. 02



The most wonderful fantasy that I had ever dreamed of took place that day. Luckily everything was captured on tape. I still watch it regularly, not believing that it is actually me surrounded by all of that luscious Brazilian pussy.



Brazil Beach Girls



So one by one, they each took turns standing in front of me. I reached up to untie their bikini tops and let them fall away from their perky breasts. All of them were wearing thong bikini bottoms that were tied on each side of their hips. I untied the left side and pulled the tiny bikini down. Each pussy was different yet each was the same. All of the girls had a classic Brazilian bikini wax with just a small patch of hair and silky smooth lips. I held each girl's ass cheeks and pulled their pussy into my face to fondle it with the tip of my tongue between their lips. When I was done there were four naked and horny girls surrounding me.

"There's only one more piece of clothing left amongst us now," the forth girl said again, "and it's yours. Time for fun."

The fourth girl with short black hair (man, I need to remember her name!) stepped forward to perform the task. I stood surrounded by the four naked girls as she pulled down my swimsuit. My dick hung nicely after I stepped out of the suit as the girls all stared at it. I just stood there as each set of hands took turns touching and holding it. Isabel stepped over to her purse and took out a cell phone with a camera.

Each naked girl took turns posing for the camera while holding my dick. "Go ahead and have some fun," I said. The girls started posing in fake sex positions in front of me and playing toward the camera. One by one they each of them bent over in front of me and rubbed their exposed pussy on my crotch. I grabbed their hips and banged my soft dick into their warm pussy several times. The sight of the smooth pussy before me and my moist dick from their juices started to get me aroused.

Camille was the first one to kneel down before me. She opened her mouth around the tip of my dick and I could feel her warm breath. Holding it gently, she wrapped her lips around my head and began to suck while stroking the shaft with her left hand. 

"Wow, that feels nice Cammy," I said. "Your boyfriends are so lucky."

The third girl spoke out and said "Our boyfriends are so immature so we don't let them fuck us, we just tease them. But Mike, you are so much more than them."

My dick was starting to grow and getting nicely hard in Camille's mouth when the third girl spoke up again and said "Move over Camm and let me have a chance."

Camille frowned and reluctantly moved aside as the next girl took her place. By now I was about half way erect and starting to get reallt turned on. The fourth girl couldn't wait much longer and eventually pushed the other beauty aside. It had been about 15 minutes of great cock sucking by the three girls when I noticed that Isabel stepped forward while fingering her own pussy and said "Now he's all mine."

Isabel sat me down on the pool chair and knelt between my knees to continue the blowjob marathon. I was now fully erect at ten inches and standing at attention as she stroked and slurped. She climbed onto the chair and straddled over my cock on her knees. Lowering her pussy into my dick which was laying upwards in my belly, she began to slide her pussy lips up the down the length of my shaft. Her warm pussy juice covered my dick and it became slick and slippery. Concentrating on the tanned girl riding me, I eventually noticed that the three remaining girls had gathered closely around the chair to watch.

"Will you fuck me now?" Isabel whispered in my ear.

With my heart pounding in anticipation of her warm wet pussy, I answered "Get ready."

Isabel rose up, took my cock in her hand and pointed it into her bald pussy. With her eyes closed she placed my dick head between her moist lips and slowly slid down. Her tight pussy engulfed my hard dick I could feel the her hot fire inside. Starting slowly and gradually growing faster, she joyfully was bouncing up and down with a huge smile of her face.

"Oh my god girls. (gasp) You wouldn't believe how awesome this feels.(gasp) Mike's dick is so big. (gasp) I doesn't feel like any dick I've felt before. (gasp) I'm tingling all over. (gasp)" 

The three girls were watching Isabel jealously as she bounced up and down on my cock. With a grin on my face, I reached out to fondle all of the ripe breasts around me and said "Don't worry; you'll all get your turn eventually."

"Now that you've had some fun Issy, I need to fuck you hard." I told her. She dismounted my dick and wobbly stepped off of the chair. I stood up and lifted her up into my arms. She probably didn't weigh more than one hundred pounds. I carried her a few feet to the table and set her ass upon the table top. 

Spreading her legs to expose her pink pussy right at my waist level, I lifted her left leg and placed it on my right shoulder as her right leg dropped to the ground. I grabbed my hard cock with my right hand and said "Are you ready?" She nodded "Yes" with a smile on her face as I slid deep into her.

Pounding her hard, her body shook with each rapid thrust into her cunt. I reached down and fondled her hard clitoris as my dick slid underneath. She moaned with gratification as small circles were traced around her clit while I fucked her hard. I watched her perky tits rock back and forth as I rapidly pounded her spread open pussy.

Trying to prolong the session, whenever I felt coming close to cuming, I would withdraw completely for a few seconds and expose my dick to the cooler air. Without using my hands, I could thrust directly back into her open pussy again and again which rocked our bodies with desire. 

The sensation deep in my dick grew hotter and hotter and I was getting close enough to explode. Isabel's breath became short and her pussy started to spasm when I was deep inside her as she came to an orgasm. I felt her whole body shudder on my cock as she screamed out loudly "YES, oh YES, oh SHIT, oh FUCK, Oh FUCK, OH FUCK!" The tightening sensation on my throbbing cock caused me to cum hard. I pulled myself out and blew my load all over her juicy pink pussy, belly and tits.

"Oh yes, that was one awesome fuck," I gasped. Camille quickly knelt back down to suck the cum from the tip of my hard dick as I staggered back one step from an exhausted Isabel.

The short haired girl stepped in close and gently stroked mu shaft as Cammy continued to suck my dick. "How do you like Rio so far?" she asked.

"I can't believe how much of an incredible experience I've already had." I commented.

The four of us collapsed in a pile of naked bodies on the sunny pool deck and I continued, "This is my first full day in Rio on a two week vacation and I've already met great friends to spend my time with. I think I'm the luckiest guy in the world right now."

"No, we're the lucky ones." Isabel said. "We are just having a normal day here when all of a sudden a cute, hot guy arrives from Texas and blows our mind."

"I think a need another drink and a dip in the pool to cool off," I replied. "I'm exhausted."

The five of us gravitated into the cool water of the pool and enjoyed the bright sun, cool drinks, and new friends.



Brazil Porno Theater Jacking



A few years ago I had an opportunity to fly to Brazil for work. Once I landed (in a southern town), I had to rent a hotel room in a pretty shady part of town since the conference I was attending had filled up all the good hotels. On my way to and from the conference location every day, I had to walk by an adult theater. One of the conference days, I had a little extra time to kill, so I decided against my better judgement that I ought to go in and watch a movie. 

Once inside I was happy to see that they were showing straight porn, since I had heard so many stories about Brazilian transvestites, and I'm not into that kind of thing. I stood just beyond the curtain at the entrance to let my eyes adjust to the darkness. On the screen there was a normal looking guy and a kind of plump girl in a park somewhere, flirting and about to start making out. She had that sexiness that average-looking girls often have, a look on their face that tells you they're eager to please. I was nervous, but I could tell this movie was worth watching for a little while. 

A few minutes later I could see better in the dark and I started looking around. Standing right next to me were two other guys about my age. The theater was quite big, and peppered throughout the long rows you could make out the silhouettes of 10 or 15 guys, some of them just looking around, some of them obviously jerking their cocks. Some guys made a reasonable attempt to hide what they were doing, but most just sat back and wailed on their dicks as if nobody was looking. The openness of it all really turned me on, and I could feel my cock growing against my leg.

The girl on the screen started unzipping the guy's fly as he squeezed her fat-girl tits through her blouse. His dick was predictably large, this being a porn movie, and the girl could barely get her hand around the shaft. The camera angle caught a bit of her panties between a pair of plump brown Brazilian thighs under a white miniskirt. It would only be a few minutes before those panties would be laying on the grass, her pudgy little cocoa-pink pussy stretched to the max.

I decided to take a walk down the center aisle to find a place to sit, trying to ignore the thought of how much dried jizz must be stuck to the seats. I tried not to be obvious about it, keeping my head forward as I looked sideways to sneak a peek at one of the theatergoers manhandling his dick. Some of the guys covered up as I walked by, but others looked my way as if to invite me to sit next to them. In the low light it was hard to see much, but I was impressed by a 50-something guy wagging his 7-incher from the base, showing off. In some of the rows guys sat next to each other, rubbing each other off. 

I found a seat a few rows ahead, almost to the front of the house, from where I could see a long-haired guy a few years younger than me pumping away at his meat under some kind of cloth, like a jacket. 

I hadn't been this turned on in years, looking around to see what guys were doing, but trying not to appear like I wanted company. I mean, I like to look at hard dicks and beat off with another guy once in a while, but I don't need some freak to come over and get his juice on my jeans. 

I watched the movie for a few minutes, stroking the underside of my cock through my pants, building up my nerve. Eventually I just said fuck it and loosened my fly. Everyone else was doing it, after all! I held my cock in my right hand and weighed it for a while, worried that I was so turned on I might just spurt right away. It was a real high just to be able to whip out my meat in public with a bunch of other dudes, watching some pussy porn.

A guy to my right across the aisle was joined by some other guy, and they started jacking each other as if they had been through the routine before. A guy in front of me and over a few seats looked back to see what I was doing, but I looked ahead at the screen to keep him from coming over. 

The girl in the movie was getting fucked pretty good by now. Bent over a park bench with the guy holding her by her pigtails, she obeyed his order to suck her thumb while he stuffed her twat from behind. His huge cock plowed her hairy little brown cunt and she made little squeaking noises, looking at the camera as she sucked her thumb. By this time, I had given up on trying to hide it, and was stroking my boner with abandon, right out in the open.

I could see a 30-something man to my right looking back to watch the other dudes, myself included. Eventually he got up and started looking for a jackoff buddy. When he came to my row, I didn't look up at him, but I didn't stop beating off either, kind of hoping he would get the hint that I'm not gay but that I wouldn't mind a little anonymous pud-pulling session. 

He sat down a couple of seats over and looked down at my dick. At this point, I had to slow my stroking way down to keep from blowing my wad. Right away he got his own big cock out of his pants and squeezed it way down by the base to make it look bigger. I stared at that cock, my heart beating really hard from being so turned on in the darkness. All I could do was to shake my dick around for him to see, afraid to resume jacking quite yet. As I watched, he pulled his pants down to free his big hairy balls, and started to rub them as he stroked. We sat together for a good ten minutes, edging and staring at each other's hardons.

At some point, I was too afraid that I'd blow my load, and decided to get out. I had to step over my jacking buddy, who was still busy with his thick, swollen dick. 

On my way out of the theater, I saw a couple of guys crowded around what must have been the bathroom, and I decided to check it out. I walked in and there was a guy about my age, kind of conservatively dressed, standing with his back to me at the urinal trough. In one of the stalls with the door open, another 20-something guy stroked his dick and stared at me. I took a place next to the guy at the urinal and unzipped. I looked down to see the guy's modest, uncut boner as he stroked it in a sideways fashion. After taking a piss, I started stroking my own circumsized rod and we stared at each other's hardons for a couple of minutes, mesmerized.

An employee of the theater came in to kick us out, but he was obviously just going through the motions, not really worried about enforcing the rules. We zipped up in a hurry, but then right away he left and we all went back to stroking our dicks. My buddy at the urinal was really getting into showing off, pulling his loose foreskin back and pushing his thick member from the bottom to make it look as long as possible. I followed suit, and we had a kind of silent contest to see who was longest. 

I was feeling pretty bold and the guy's dick had me fascinated, so I reached over slowly to see if he'd let me touch it. I was thrilled to see him swing his veiny cock closer to my hand, as our breathing got even heavier. But the very second my fingers made contact with his dick, he lunged forward to the urinal and shot a big splooge. Seeing him cum made me do the same right away, leaving a big squirt of white stuff in the trough. Without a word, we both zipped up and walked out.



Brazilian Beach Girl



The next Friday Ray and Cindy's new friend Lydia call then and suggested that they all go out for a drink on Saturday evening. It was music to them to know that she wanted to expand the fun that has last weekend. Cindy could hardly wait for the next day as they both were excited to see her again and continue the games. They were now going to be more prepared for the time with Lydia. Cindy went through her drawers and found the small electric dildo and they both made a plan for the night's fun.

The talked a lot about what to do and how to do it. They would not be so drunk this time and wanted it to be an experience both could enjoy together. 

That next evening Lydia join them at the beach apartment and the drinks were served and as they were getting acquainted on a less drunken basis then last week the talk was about work and what each did for a living and all had a better idea of each other position in life. They were talking for several hours getting the feeling that all could be really friends and far more then sex tool of each other. Lydia was a University student and one of the best schools in San Paulo and from a very fine upper class family. She was inhibited by her family until last year living away from home. It seems that she has a complete change of life. Cultured in many the arts as her family had traveled many summer to the USA and Europe to visit all the right spots for education as her mother so often told her.

After dinner in a local restaurant the returned to the apartment and felt fully at ease going to the bedroom and getting undress together. According to plan Cindy suggested that she and Lydia start playing and Ray could join later it that was all right with him. Ray was a little slow in the uptake but remember it is part of the mind play both he and Cindy concocted earlier that day.

Cindy joined with Lydia on the bed kissing each other slowly and then with increase passion and they press their bodies closer together. Lydia started to suck Cindy's nipples which started her to make moan and feel excited. Her pussy started to get wet and she kissed Lydia ever so passionately when Lydia moved up to her lips to savor a kiss. Now it was Cindy's turn to lick Lydia and she sucked each breast with passion for a short while but could not resist to move down quickly and spread Lydia's legs. Seeing the wetness of her shaved pussy she moved down and put her head between Lydia's leg and drank in the smell of her pussy. She started with a slow licking of her lips and a moved to her clit for a more pronounced sucking of it. Lydia pushed her pussy at Cindy so she could enter deeper into her cunt. The wetness of her pussy spilled out all over Cindy mouth which overflowed with the sweet juices she was stimulating to gush out of this very warm soft and taste pussy. Cindy so enjoyed licking and sucking that 

She almost forgot about Ray and her own pussy which up till then had no attention at all from anyone.

Cindy motion to Ray with her hand to come over she did not want to stop licking and talk she only wanted to lick and suck that wonderful cunt in her mouth.

Ray seeing his opportunity moved under Cindy and immediately started to eat her. She was dripping with excitement and he found his wife pussy so especially tasty due to her pussy eating. It was a little strange because she had never before had such a flow juice coming from her cunt. They all enjoyed the feeling of the sex acts and Ray suggested that a change be made to some other options to have a little more spice added. The girls reluctantly said ok and both sat up on the bed and wiped off the juice from each other by a quick 69 suck off. Then in a few moments were again sitting up and Lydia asked what was next. She told them she wanted everything that they could think of as long as it did not hurt.

Ray got the small dildo and handed it to Cindy telling her she and Lydia should try some little pleasure between them. Cindy grasped it and said I have looked forward to this for a long time and we are all going to enjoy it. She reached over to the bedside and pulled out the drawer to get the KY jelly. She told Lydia to roll over on her tummy and put her ass in the air. She took Lydia's ass cheeks and spread them with one hand in a little v seeing her asshole shine from the juice and saliva that was not clean off. She leaned forward and gave the asshole a little lick and a kiss just so it knows it was the center of attention. For about the next three or four minuets she rolled her fingers around the asshole sometimes inserting her finger. Then she was able to get two fingers in as Lydia ass slowing lost it tension. In and out she pumped so gently by increasing the pace and penetration little by little. Now she inserted the dick like dildo into the ass of Lydia slowly as not to cause too much pain but enough to excite and drive the girl higher in her sexual feeling. She turned on the electric and played in in and out for quite a while. Lydia was going crazy humping her ass back and forth with Cindy's movements. It took a lot of concentration on Cindy's part not to interrupt the flow of her friend. She as almost an afterthought put her two fingers into the pussy only a one inch away from that lovely asshole. Fingering that fighting pussy which was humping back and forth keeping the dildo working was a difficult action but she so wanted it to be a good experience for Lydian she worked hard at it. Every once in a while she took her fingers out of Lydia's pussy and enjoyed the aroma and sucked them dry reinserting them again and continued on.

Ray by now was not board watching the hot action in from of him and almost came with his slow masturbation. He knew that a lot more was planed and did not want to shoot too soon and have to restock which could take a few minutes. Cindy was on her knees pumping the dildo in Lydia's ass and her ass was also up. Ray seeing this option bent down and also spread Cindy ass cheeks and started lick and sucking her asshole. Both he and Cindy looked at each other and smiled and blew a kiss to each other knowing that this was all in the plan and both were getting their fantasies satisfied. He kept this up for several minutes and then moved up and placed his dick at her asshole. By then her ass mussel was somewhat open thanks to his tongue reaming her and his sucking. He pushed in being careful not to cause her pain but raise her excitement ever so slow stroke by stroke. He felt the pleasure of her ass on his dick and how tight it was and he pumped in to her. She started to talk and encourage him to fuck harder and faster. She so loved this feeling a dick in her ass and talked constantly how good it was feeling for her with his dick in her ass. Both loved each other and knew each others fantasy and sexual needs.

Cindy explodes all of a sudden and by accident stick the dildo deep into Lydia. She comes almost at the same time and both collapse on the bed. Poor Ray his dick pops out of Cindy with a hard on and no one to satisfy it. He looks at the two lovely women lying in front of him and he masturbates till he comes. Now soon he will need to solve this problem and in the back of his mind he has a plan.