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The Maidens of Palmares Pt. 01

By: Bazzz



Carey Lain looked over the trays of food set up in the dining room her long multi colored sundress running all the way down her body to her knees. The space was lit up by the sun beaming through the large windows. Carey loved the Ruhame's brunch. It was always held on the first weekend in May and to the tall brunette it signaled the official end to the cold New Jersey weather. The scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage and hash browns were in separate trays heated with sternos. Carey bypassed them and landed at the fruit salad. She loaded a couple of spoonfuls of the berries and pears onto her plate and then gave her husband a raised eyebrow as he put one too many sausage links onto his plate.

Carey counted herself lucky to be living in this part of the South Jersey shore, amongst the friends she had and with her husband, Dennis. Despite the endless snarks and jokes about New Jersey being a huge refinery this part of the state couldn't be further from that. The area was beautiful with their houses near to or right on an ocean beach or a spacious high grassed marsh. Like her, Carey's friends were in their early to mid thirties and to varying degrees quite successful. Most had bought their first houses after marrying down in this beach community a little over 20 miles south of Atlantic City. Only five to ten years earlier old run down beach homes were relatively cheap and those younger people who had grown up in the area with a love of the beach and some vision had bought. Houses were remodeled, expanded and redone and the neighborhoods turned into middle to upper middle class enclaves along the Atlantic Ocean.

Carey and her husband Dennis both worked in the insurance industry. She was an underwriter at a marine insurer and he managed claims for another. They had met when Carey was called on to be an expert witness for a claim that Dennis was handling. During the trial they had gotten to know each other and began dating. The truth was that Dennis was taken by the gorgeous brown haired witness and horrified at the thought of asking her out so he was dumbfounded when she asked him out to lunch one day during the trail. Not that Dennis was some sort of troll. He was actually a pretty handsome guy. Yet he was never an athlete and had an average build so when he walked into a party with Carey people couldn't help but notice the guy with the statuesque athletically built beauty. Dennis wasn't fat he wasn't even chubby but he was soft. He had a physique that looked as if no amount of weight lifting or sweat would harden it. This was in stark contrast to his wife. Carey had short brown hair, big beautiful blue eyes, the long full muscular legs of a swimmer and a body that seemed to lack a single imperfection. She was drop dead gorgeous. She had even once been asked by an acquaintance who was an executive at a local Philadelphia television station to do occasional spots related to insurance for personal consumers. Never mind that she didn't handle home and auto insurance she had the look and the executive knew that sex sold and Carey Lain could make any red blooded male think about sex. 

Jon and Lis Ruhame invited the whole neighborhood and some of their friends and filled their house. Then after a few hours of eating, mimosas, bloody marys and merriment the whole party marched from the waterfront home down the beach to the boat club for some more drinking and a rather raucous ping pong tournament. It was the first big social event of the year for the neighborhood and everyone made sure that the weekend was free on the calendar.

The Lains liked to show up early and help the Ruhames set things up. Dennis and Carey lived just down the street and were best friends with the Ruhames. Then there was a chance to be spectators at the drunken competition down at the club which was a simple cinder block building with a large main room for parties, dressing rooms for the beach crowd and a small lattice of docks protected behind a breakwater where members could dock their boats most of which were less than 30 feet in length. 

This year Dennis was going to have to leave after making a quick appearance. He was catching a plane to Chicago to work on a large liability claim. As the young executive became more and more important to his company he was travelling more often. This particular trip was especially painful for him as he so loved this event. So he was getting as much out of the party in the hour or so that he had before he had to leave.

"Johnny you've out done yourself again with these cinnamon rolls. I'm sure that Lis had absolutely nothing to do with them." The playful Dennis winked and smiled at the blonde haired Lis who was in fact the source of anything that tasted good at this party, including the cinnamon buns.

"Yeah that's me Denny slaving away as usual." Jon Ruhame chortled his slight frame shaking with laughter as he mixed a Bloody Mary for a party goer.

"My apologies Carey. I should have just had the granola and fruit out until the cookie monster took his leave." Lis replied with a broad smile.

The house filled with about a hundred people. The din of voices excitedly chattering and the roar of laughter buzzing about the house made it hard to hear someone right next to you at certain points. Carey worked the room saying hello to all those she hadn't seen in a while. So many of the people in the area seemed to hibernate during the colder months and now they were coming out. At one point she noticed a very dark skinned man in the room. The place was mobbed but he stuck out and not just because he was a black man. There was something about him that seemed different. Carey had no idea where he had come from but there he was and she had a creeping feeling that he was staring, looking her over, checking her out. Yet despite the pair of eyes on her the feeling wasn't an uncomfortable one. Carey was intimately familiar with that feeling. She experienced men ogling her every time she stepped out of her house. As the party progressed she even found herself looking for the man around the room. She got a couple of good looks at him. He was tall and older but very handsome, extremely good looking. He seemed to have a solid frame inside the expensive white dress shirt and charcoal grey pants. He definitely had something going on and Carey couldn't figure it out. He was the only black man at the party but that didn't affect Carey. She wasn't prejudice but she'd never had a case of jungle fever either. Black men had never done it for her but maybe this was an exception. She just couldn't figure out why.

The statuesque brown haired beauty was standing with her husband Dennis as he said good bye to everyone. For the insurance executive it was like pulling teeth getting him to leave one of the best parties of the year but he had already shaved as much time off of his buffer to get to the airport and he had to go. Carey suddenly had the now familiar feeling of a particular set of eyes gazing at her and a tingling sensation traveled up and down her spine. It was then that she saw Lis and the dark skinned man standing in front of them.

"Hey everyone I'd like you to meet a good friend of mine from work, Amaro Da Silva. He's from Brazil and is living here full time now." Lis introduced the black man to the small group of people with a smile.

Everyone shook hands and said hello. Amaro went around the group with a smile until he got to Carey and then he did something that was different and for a man just meeting a woman pretty obnoxious. He took Carey's hand and kissed it. He also held the hand longer than he had anyone else's and although it was very subtle he gave her a lascivious look when their eyes met. He also had the nerve to make this quick advance on Carey Lain right in front of her husband. She tried to concentrate on not exploding right in front of everyone and slapping the man. Still her knees went a little weak when they touched and goose bumps sprouted on her skin when his lips pressed against the back of her hand. With all this going on she was somehow able to maintain her composure and tried to rationalize what was happening to her. Why was this man making her feel this way, so angry and yet there was something else.

"Amaro it was great meeting you but unfortunately I have to run. I've got a plane to catch." Dennis announced suddenly jerking Carey back to reality.

"I know how you feel Dennis. I've commuted from Brazil many times over the years. I'm glad to have been able to settle here finally. It can be painful." Amaro laughed.

"Ah so you're Brazilian. Well good luck up here Amaro." With that Dennis made his exit. Carey followed him out the front door happy to be able to break up the moment.

"He seems like a good guy. I heard that the firm was reaching out to some South American clients. I guess he'll be Lis' boss then?" Dennis mentioned as he walked to the driveway with his wife.

"Yeah he seems alright." Carey lied. She gave Dennis a long kiss and told him to be safe and call when he landed and then went back into the house.

Carey roamed the living room in a daze. Most of the party goers were getting ready for the walk to the boat club. Meanwhile she was torn between leaving and retreating to the safety of her home which would have been a good idea or heading down to the boat club and hopefully avoiding the obnoxious Brazilian something she knew would be impossible. He knew that her husband had left and that she might be tempted, all men thought that women could be taken even the happily married ones. So why was there even a decision to be made? She knew she belonged on the road down to her house. She decided to run some water on her face which she figured must have been flushed red.

Carey climbed the stairs to the second floor of the expansive redone cottage. The Ruhames had winterized and renovated the large home but maintained the beach house feel throughout. The bathroom door was closed so the tall brunette waited. When the door opened she knew she was in a tight spot. Amaro emerged from the bathroom with a smile on his face.

"Well we keep running into each other. I think that's a wonderful thing." Amaro's voice purred at a tenor that sent the now familiar shivers throughout Carey's body.

"Yes it is." Carey replied as she moved by him.

She closed the door and leaned against the sink with her hands on her hips. What was going on? Why was this man having such an effect on her? Carey couldn't figure out how it had happened so quickly. She had known his name for all of thirty minutes. He was old enough to be her father. Then Carey thought that she had figured it out. Ever since she was young certain voices gave her goose bumps and the tingles as she called them. To Carey it was a weird trait that she had never mentioned to anyone not even Dennis. It just wasn't that big a deal.

Confident that she had figured it out Carey decided that she was just going to go home. She could do some cleaning around the house, get a good run in for a workout and then have a nice dinner. Unfortunately her plans went to ruin when she opened the bathroom door and found Amaro still standing there. Carey noticed immediately that the Brazilian's white shirt was unbuttoned to below his chest exposing more of his jet black skin and a well muscled body.

"Why don't we talk in one of the bedrooms?" Amaro's smiled exposing brilliantly white teeth and then turned and walked down the hall to a bedroom that overlooked the beach.

There was no asking in his voice. It was gentle but an order just the same. Carey could have walked down the stairs and out the door. She knew what was going to happen if she went into that bedroom. She had a husband. This was wrong. There was something more than the hum of a voice sending tingles up and down her spine something way more. The well built brown haired woman walked down the hall and found Amaro.

"You know you disappointed quite a few men today." Amaro said as he looked out one of the two large windows that opened up onto the beach and the Atlantic Ocean. 

"Really? Why is that?" Carey replied walking up to the Brazilian.

"That dress, it's very cute and the colors are so vibrant but I overheard some of your friend's husbands talking about what a wonderful body you were hiding under such a long outfit. I heard from many of them that your legs are well . . . legendary." Amaro made the sexually forward statement with the same confidence that he displayed when he took her hand downstairs.

"And what about you? Were you disappointed?" Carey thought maybe if she got aggressive right back at the Brazilian he may back down but he stepped right into it.

"Me? Of course not, unlike the hoard of sexually inadequate and immature boys downstairs I knew that I would be gazing at your naked body at some point today." Amaro stated matter of factly.

"Oh really? You met my husband downstairs. I'm a happily married woman so that's never going to happen in a million years." Carey couldn't believe the black man's audacity but she was also intrigued.

"Carey my darling so many lovely women are married. Speaking of which how large is your man's penis? Sometimes there is no difference between a single woman and one that is married. You are both still eager when you are unsatisfied." Amaro reached out and gently ran his hand along Carey's short brown hair and the small turquoise stones hanging from her ear his fingers also touching her neck.

"What did you ask me?" Carey asked. The black man's touch further melting her resolve.

"You know what I asked you my dear. Does your husband Dennis satisfy you? I could tell during our short meeting that he was weak. So if your husband is inadequate how do you satisfy yourself with a mate that only has a few thin inches to give you?" Amaro's fingers were now caressing her neck and the back of her ear. He knew just where to touch her.

"His penis is bigger than you're stating." Carey gasped clearly overcome by the black man's fingers.

"Not by much though I'm sure." Amor chuckled.

"No but he's about 5 inches which is not bad." Carey countered.

"Ah I see but such a beautiful woman should have more. You have such big blue eyes and a firm sexy body. You are the ultimate Anglo woman. Carey would you like to see my penis. I think you will find it very impressive." Amaro was smiling at his next conquest.

Carey simply looked down. She couldn't bring herself to say what her curiosity so badly wanted. It took all the discipline she had not to blurt out how badly she wanted to see him. She didn't have to wait long. Amaro swiftly undid his pants and let them drop exposing a massive bulge in his tight fitting underwear. Carey couldn't resist, any resolve was a distant memory. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer now. She reached out and let her fingers run along the silk material that seemed stretched to the point of bursting apart.

"You are already impressed I see. Go ahead pull it out and stroke it until it's hard. A woman like you won't need much effort to make me completely erect." Amaro gasped with the excitement of having the gorgeous white woman so close to a sexual encounter.

Carey had forgotten anything that may have been important to her. She reached into the briefs and pulled out an extraordinary length of flesh. She ran her hand up and down the shaft causing the penis to jump to attention. Amaro leaned back to give the gorgeous white woman full access. He had a triumphant smile painted on his face.

"Are you happy with my size?" Amaro inquired expectantly.

"Are you kidding me? It's inhuman. I'm not the first white woman you've gotten to do this am I?" Carey asked a lusty slur overtaking her voice.

"Oh there's been quite a few my dear. You must know that a white woman like you is so willing, so eager because of your curiosity." Amaro exclaimed.

"Why?" Carey asked her tone still lust filled but now completely distracted by the size of the shiny onyx colored member her hand was working.

"I think that it's your attitude that you are entitled to enjoy the best things in life." Amaro was having trouble talking now that Carey's hand was stroking with such a firm touch.

The elegant white woman looked up at the Brazilian. "This penis is enormous. It has to be a foot long."

"It's eleven inches long and eight and a half inches around. It looks as if you are enjoying it my dear." Amaro answered with a strain.

I won't be able to handle this." Carey stated.

"Of course you will. You will be a wonderful conquest my luv. Why don't you start with your mouth?" Amaro was again talking in terms of the inevitable.

It didn't take much to get Carey on her knees. She positioned herself in front of Amaro then stretched her mouth open and engulfed the Brazilian. She had sucked off more than a few men but none had been even close to this size. She first kissed and licked at the head which was now and angry dark purple color. After jerking the erection at the base a couple of times Carey put the erection back into her mouth and started a rhythmic sucking motion. The guests were leaving for the walk along the beach down to the clubhouse. If one of them had turned and looked back up at the second floor they would have seen that Carey Lain had submitted and was giving the dark skinned Brazilian a lusty blow job, her head bobbing back and forth furiously, the black man running a hand through her short light brown hair.

Inside the house there were the sounds of hard flesh thrusting into a wet orifice. Both sexual participants had given into the lust pulsing through the room. Amaro was looking down at the sexiest of women, elegant, fresh and gorgeous, innocent in the ways of interracial sex but certainly experienced enough to know how to handle a man. The alarms that had been going off in Carey's head had subsided. Now that she was boiling over with sexual desire, a man's cock in her mouth any warning about her husband and her marriage was of no use anymore. She was doing what she rarely if ever did, play the submissive and to a man she thought was an arrogant ass and who she hadn't known just an hour before. Still he had the equipment. He was endowed like she'd never seen before and he was black. Carey had never had any real sexual thoughts about men of different races before but now with a black man's cock in her mouth, it was so taboo, a married woman about to ride an untamed black man. She was going to explode.

"Ah my pretty slut, you have such lush tits. I'd love to feel them around my cock. Would you please?" The black man said with a superior smile.

The arrogant tone infuriated Carey but just the same she took the straps of her dress off her shoulders and lowered it exposing a pair of lovely round breasts. Carey grabbed each one and enveloped the large black member. She moved her tits up and down on the thick shaft creating a friction probably not as good as Carey's mouth but it was the submission that was important. Amaro had set out to tame the gorgeous white woman and this was just another step.

Carey let the soft vein covered skin slide against hers. It felt good. She admired the man's size as it popped in and out of the warm comfort of her 36Cs. She dangled her tongue out of her mouth and let it touch the head of the penis on every upward thrust. It was driving the dark skinned Brazilian crazy. He was pushing his erection up into her soft melons with great force now. Carey felt the power of his thrusts and thought how wonderful it would be to feel this force between her thighs.

Amaro beckoned Carey to stand. Now face to face he continued to run a hand through the short coiffed hair that covered her ears. When he leaned in and tried to kiss the gorgeous white woman she rebuffed him. The Brazilian knew that a beautiful woman like Carey wouldn't just roll over for him. He knew that there would be plenty of opportunities to explore her mouth with his. He had achieved the difficult task of creating a significant amount of animosity between himself and the statuesque white woman but also sexually exciting her to a height where she would actually suck his cock. It may have been an unusual gift for a man to be able piss of a woman to such a degree and then be able to drive her to her knees but for Amaro it was an ability that so excited him. It was a technique that he relished.


The Maidens of Palmares Pt. 01



Unable to kiss her Amaro dove down to her breasts. He first stuck out his tongue and flicked it at one of the hard erect nipples. Carey let out a gasp as once again the Brazilian's touch overcame any common sense she had left. He expertly kissed and licked at Carey's healthy tits while she let out soft moans.

They wrestled for a bit as Amaro moved down her body but Carey ultimately gave in allowing him access to her genitals. She was protected only by a pair of very sheer navy blue pantyhose. Amaro was able to drag his tongue along the rough nylon material and press against the tender genitals. Carey didn't want to give Amaro anything but it was useless. He was so good with his tongue and the teasing sensation up against her pussy wasn't enough. She couldn't stand it anymore. She lowered the front of the hosiery giving her bare genitals to the black man.

Amaro didn't hesitate. He let his long tongue slither up and touch Carey. She let out a high pitched sigh and grabbed at the man's curly black hair. His tongue, like his penis, was extremely long and more importantly the black man seemed to know exactly where to touch Carey's flesh. The tall white woman's sighs turned into louder moans as Amaro's licks and kisses swept her away. Suddenly her hips bucked into Amaro's face. She so didn't want to orgasm and give the arrogant man any satisfaction but he had her in such a state that she simply gave in without a fight. She threw her head back and let it happen. Her excitement flowed freely coating her vagina and dripping down to Amaro's waiting mouth as her body shook.

Carey had not regained her composure when the black man stood and faced her again. He was smiling at her knowing that he had gotten her and now he intended on sinking his large erection deep into her womb. 

"Keep your hosiery down so that I can get inside you my pet." Amaro whispered coarsely into Carey's ear.

"This is so wrong. I can't let you do this to me." Carey was pleading with the Brazilian not to ruin her and her marriage. 

"You have no choice. You are my flower now." Amaro said as he rubbed his hard cock up against her nylon sheathed pussy. 

Carey was horrified that a man who had known her for less than a day was calling her 'his flower' and 'my pet' just before he was about to penetrate her. She stood with him in nylons and a pair of high heels and her arms around his muscular shoulders. It would be her last chance to run. Instead once again she grabbed at the waistband and lowered the hosiery for her lover. 

They looked to be slow dancing for a moment looking down as Amaro worked himself into Carey. At one point she raised her head. Her eyes were closed and her bright red lips open. Carey let out a guttural "Oh!" just as her labia lips stretched around the massive head of Amaro's penis. The dark skinned stud slowly fed the thickness of his ebony colored erection into the willing white woman. Carey was grabbing at his buttocks and resting her head on his shoulder letting the black man ease into her.

Amaro was grinding into her now the penetration almost done. Carey was sighing loudly letting her lips kiss at his neck and shoulder as his rutting turned into a fluid fucking motion. Immediately she felt him touching her cervix. She had never felt this with any other man. He was stretching her now and she wanted more. She put her arms around his shoulders for support and hoisted herself onto his muscular frame. Amaro helped her up grabbing at her buttocks and then feeling the squeeze of her long muscular legs around his waist. The dark skinned Brazilian was impressed with her eagerness and physical abilities and he knew that the formerly haughty white woman was good to go now.

He began bouncing the brown haired beauty up and down on his erection. She was heavier than he had thought but it was a healthy proportion of muscle on a 5'-9" frame that did it and it felt good wrapped around him. He was definitely going to enjoy breaking this one. Carey was so far gone now if her husband had walked in she wouldn't have cared less. She would have just kept on sliding up and down Amaro's Brazilian meaty pole.

Carey began contributing to the motion. Amaro was literally banging off of her cervix now and the painfully ecstatic feeling was turning the sexual encounter into a mind bending experience for the statuesque brunette. She'd never been fucked like this or handled this way before. She looked into the Brazilian's eyes and this time when he tried to kiss her she let him. Their lips touched and then pressed hard against each other and next their tongues rubbed together. Then Carey gave in when she stuck out her tongue and flicked it against Amaro's just as her thighs quivered and another orgasm splashed more lubricant on the huge pulsating black cock deep inside her.

Carey was gone now. It didn't matter that she could end up hating this man there was just his body and hers and the expertise he was using so well to fuck her brains out. She couldn't get enough of his taut black body. He gently threw her down on the bed and she waited for him with her long legs spread wide. Standing there for a moment, his enormous penis dripping and shiny with her excitement Amaro admired her and then pounced on Carey Lain. Her hole stretched open and sopping wet now welcomed the enormous phallus. Just the same the athletic white woman grunted as his size slid back into her. With her legs draped on his buttocks Amaro resumed his powerful thrusts.

Carey's sighs and moans were steady music to Amaro's ears and he delighted in his conquest's excitement. Any reluctance was a distant memory. Carey hung on as the black man's hips bucked harder and harder turning the thick black erection into a blur. 

"Oh Amaro! Oh God! It's so fucking big! It's so good like this!" Carey cried out as she came again.

"What did you say about our naked bodies dancing together?" Amaro grunted as he thrusted.

"Never . . . oh! . . . in a mill . . . ion! . . . oh! . . . years! Oh fuck no!" Carey screamed out.

The black man who had been sucking on Carey's nice round tits as he fucked her lifted his sweating body off of hers for more leverage. Suddenly he growled and let go a torrent of sperm deep inside her womb. Carey felt him cumming and sighed. His climax was long and powerful. She felt as if he had spewed a gallon of seed into her. When it was over Amaro's body relaxed on top of Carey.

"That was a very intense experience my pet." Amaro gushed as he rolled off of her and began playfully tracing a finger over one of her nipples.

"My God I can't believe we did this, that I let you do this to me!" Carey was back to reality and thinking of repercussions. 

"Oh but I'm already thinking of the next time that these gorgeous legs will be wrapping around me while I pound you with my black dick." Amaro's finger continuing its exploration of Carey's body was tracing its way up and down one of her nylon encased thighs.

"This isn't going to happen again." Carey sat up on the edge of the bed.

"And why not my luv?" Amaro seemed bewildered that a woman would actually say something like that to him. She obviously wasn't quite broken yet .

"Because I'm married and I'm just praying that no one came back into the house and heard us." Carey stated firmly.

"I'm sure that no one heard us and that our secret is safe. There's no reason we can't enjoy each other again my pet. I know that you want too." Amaro persisted.

"Amaro I'll admit it that somehow someway you got me today and when you did I screamed your name over and over and that this was very much a consensual encounter. So you are good, extremely good and this was incredible, the best I've ever had but again I'm married and what's more I don't even like you." Carey let Amaro have it as best as she could under the circumstances.

The Brazilian smiled as he thought if he had a dime for every time a woman told me that and then came back for more . . . "You know you have incredible legs. They are muscular but not overly so. The shape of your calves and thighs is pure perfection. You must have worked hard to find this perfection. Have you ever danced my luv?" The Brazilian lay naked on his side watching Carey fix her pantyhose and pull the sundress back over her head.

"Thanks. I do work hard on keeping what I was lucky enough to have been given in shape but no I don't dance too often." Carey replied unable to keep from smiling at the compliment.

"Oh your body is too gorgeous too athletic not to move to the music of the tango or a samba. That is what we will do before we fuck again. Believe me you will be in the mood to dance naked with me after a night on the ballroom floor my dear." Amaro smiled up at Carey's statuesque body and gorgeous face. 

"I've already told you that is not going to happen." Carey kept up her smile even though the conversation was getting old.

"Do you always dress like this?" He asked.

"Like what? You mean this nice sundress? I like the way I look and by the way you climbed all over me you liked it too." Carey might have guessed that the compliment was only a brief respite now it was back to arrogance.

"You are so right my luv. You should love the way you look. Those deep blue eyes and only the most beautiful women can wear their hair so short and still look so sexy. This dress is very cute but you know with a body like yours you are far more than cute. May I suggest that if you are going to work so hard on your body you should dress to make yourself even more attractive to other men and even some women if they and you so desire. If you spent the money on colorful garter belts, sheer stockings, lace bras and panties give even a married woman a sense of confidence." Amaro had stood and was standing in front of Carey now.

"You give me a compliment but you can't help yourself. You have to denigrate my clothing, call me cheap and to top it off tell me how I should dress to attract women." Carey came back at the Brazilian.

"I guess I just can't resist trying to help out a beautiful woman." Amaro replied sheepishly.

"Well you can help me out by getting your own expensive clothes, make this bed so that no one knows we were here and forget that you ever met me." Carey smiled and then stepped out of the room but before she could get to the stairs the muscular Brazilian had more to say.

"Carey let me say that I have been with more than my share of women and you are very special. So when you wear your new lingerie please be sure to wear your panties over the straps of your garters. It makes it so much easier when you get an itch like you did today. And despite your thinking at the present I am sure that we will see each other as lovers again." Amaro said as he buttoned his shirt and smiled at the freshly conquered white woman.

Carey went home. The ping pong tournament and drinking was still going on in earnest at the clubhouse but she couldn't go. She would tell everyone who asked that she had gotten a headache and besides Denny wasn't there. It was an easy out. Despite the retreat Carey wasn't depressed. She didn't sit in some dark room fretting about the end of her marriage. She may have been a little numb but the sexual encounter with Amaro wasn't affecting her. She had already decided to not tell anyone about Amaro topping her and certainly not confess anything to Denny. She was just going to put it in her rear view mirror. After all she was never going to see the dark skinned Brazilian again.

While Denny was away Carey would get home from work, eat something light and then after a while go out for a run. She would also do some yoga or lift some weights in their finished basement. While she wasn't pushing herself like she had before she was married and her career took off Carey still put in a good day of exercise every single day. Her body was hard and shaped by muscle but she was still all woman with a face made up of blue eyes, high cheekbones and full gorgeous lips. 

She was a beautiful woman and she had turned down more than her share of men and even some women. This had changed the day of Jon and Lis' party and she couldn't figure out why. If she had seen Amaro on the street sure she would have checked him out. He was a good looking black man and she admired men who kept in shape just like she had but he was at least twenty years older than her and that was too old to be fucking a woman her age. So why as the days went on during every run she took was she thinking about him and their sexual encounter? The way he had so thoroughly dominated her, he had bulled his way into her life and introduced her to his arrogance which was unbearable. Yet he was a superior lover, by a large margin the best Carey had ever been with. So was that it? He had the body of a thirty year old athlete and of course there was the penis. Who had a penis like that anyway? It was entirely too big yet Carey had taken it and reveled in the feeling of it sliding in and out of her. These thoughts entered her mind every day as she ran and they were driving her crazy. She began wondering what it would be like to be fucked by Amaro in different positions, doggy style, grabbing her ankles or riding on top of him. The different ways and styles were limited only by the young woman's imagination. She was becoming infatuated.

By the time Dennis returned from Chicago after two and a half weeks Carey was beside herself. She had gotten to the point where she couldn't keep her hands off of her genitals but instead of thinking about her husband it was Amaro who seeped into her fantasies as she masturbated, his face smiling down at her, his body that her hands caressed as it undulated up and down on top of her. Even when she finally got to the real thing, making love to Dennis within an hour of his return there was little or no relief. Carey loved Dennis and so enjoyed their love making but it was so different now. He just wasn't close to her moments with the sexually gifted Brazilian. All she could think of was what her husband's penis would look like laid out next to Amaro's thick meaty member.

Carey's behavior hadn't changed at least you couldn't tell if Dennis had noticed anything yet. To Carey the fact that she was doing a good job of hiding her growing infatuation wasn't a comfort. The black man was eating away at her. She made a decision that would change their lives. She was going to do something that she swore to Amaro that she would never do. She was going to seek him out. She was going to ask the virile black Brazilian to have an affair with her.

There were so many bad things that went along with this decision besides the obvious wreckage of her marriage. Perhaps the most selfish was that when Carey presented herself to Amaro she in effect would be surrendering to him. In what seemed to be his inherent arrogant style had said that they would see each other again and what's more had added that they would do it as lovers. Carey had simply dismissed that notion with her own arrogance. Now when Carey found Amaro and told him how badly she wanted to feel him inside her again it would be a complete and utter submission to the black man and ultimately he would dominate her throughout their relationship.

There was Lis Ruhame to think about as well. What would a sexual relationship with her best friend's boss do to their friendship. She and Carey had met as young women in a somewhat unusual circumstance. They were both beautiful and very sexy women each in their early twenties. Neither had a lot of money and they were on their own at that point. They got through different colleges and then when they needed money the most, Lis for law school and Carey for her masters in business, they met at of all places a Miss Legs Contest held at one of the Atlantic City casinos. There were over 5000 people on the beach screaming and yelling in the summer heat with beers flowing and bikini clad sex goddesses running amok. Lis and Carey were two of those goddesses and they could see from the start that they were among the class of the contestants. Lis was a blonde haired beauty who while a bit flat chested had long well developed legs tanned and shaped from days running and playing on the beach. Although the same age Carey looked more mature. Maybe it was her perfectly rounded breasts but more likely it was the hours spent in the gym training for swim meets growing up and through college. Her legs were more tan than Lis' and she was an inch or so taller at 5'-9" and to further contrast the two women her hair was short and honey brown. She also had a more elegant look than the California beach blonde personae of Lis. 

While all the other contestants sprayed their hair up to a full Jersey girl frenzy Lis and Carey got to know each other and discuss how much winning the $5000 first prize would mean to them and how they'd gladly settle for the $2500 second or $1000 third place prizes.

In the end it came down to the two them and a gorgeous black woman with a very dark complexion and legs and an ass that looked like sex on wheels. They moved about the stage in bikinis and high heels looking for just the right gyration that would excite the judges. It had been going on for almost three hours and in the end the gorgeous black girl just seemed to wilt by a quarter step more than the two white women so she was handed a $1000 check. Then when it came down to the two of them they didn't know what to do. They had become so friendly during the day. In the end the judge and crowd couldn't pick between the two either. Despite the numerous contrasts the two women were even in the judges' eyes with regards to the perfection of their legs and for the first time the Atlantic City -- Oceans Casino Miss Legs Contest ended in a tie and Carey and Lis split the $7500.

The two stayed in touch and ultimately became roommates and best friends. Lis had helped Carey get her job at Haylane Marine Underwriters by talking to a friend of hers who was an HMU client and then several years later Carey returned the favor by helping Lis land HMU as a client for her law firm. It was a major factor in getting Lis a partnership at a very young age.

Now Carey was going to screw Lis' boss behind her back. It was going to fuck everything up between them and their husbands. She could tell herself that no one would find out but that was bullshit. How long would it be before Carey and the black man were found together writhing naked in a bed. In any event Carey had things to do. Later that day the tall leggy woman visited Connie's Lingerie and picked up a dozen of the shop's more expensive sheer stockings in different shades and styles along with a few garter belts and panties and bras.

At first it was a casual search. Carey googled Amaro and then tried to find his phone number and address through other on line sources but as far as any normal search methods were concerned Amaro was a ghost. The next step was to stop by Lis' office. It wasn't out of the ordinary. Carey spent so much time at Lis' office during off hours and vice versa that each woman was considered family at the others' office. Still while Carey was in gabbing with Lis she didn't dare utter Amaro's name, even innocently. Besides what was she going to say? "Hey Lis where's that muscular dark skinned Brazilian with the cannon for a penis? You know the one who was staring at all the white women at the party? Well you see I fell for his arrogant bullshit and took a ride on his big black pogo stick and sure enough now I'm hooked. So give him up so we can go bouncy bouncy again."

Carey had to chuckle at the thought. She stopped by Lis' for lunch a couple of times and on the way home a couple more but there was no Amaro. The search was getting frustrating. She figured that it would have been better if Carey found him quickly and gotten it over with so she could get back in control of her emotions. The anticipation of finally finding the black man and ending up in his bed was driving her crazy. The search had gone from casual to a frenzied infatuation.




The Maidens of Palmares Pt. 01



There was a neighborhood on the water just north of Carey's home. While the waterfront in South Jersey had gone the way of the Lain's and Ruhame's enclave with modern multi floored homes that had views all around it like the Lain's or the rehabbed older Victorian like the Ruhame's home. This neighborhood was different. The homes were smaller, older and if they were updated it was done by the owner of the home and a friend or two. There were bars dotting the large neighborhood and the boardwalk on the water like every other town on the shore. Life could get more than a little lively down in North Rio named after the city located on the Southern tip of Brazil. Transplanted Brazilians owned and lived in 95% of the homes. Legend had it that if a white couple visited one of the bars or restaurants inhabited by Brazilians of darker skin color like Amaro chances were that the white man would be leaving without his woman and if he was lucky she would be dropped off a couple of days later with a whole new outlook on sex. This is where Carey hoped to find the man who had put her through her paces.

Actually it was a long shot. This was certainly no ghetto but it was blue collar. Many of the inhabitants worked in drywall installation not only in Jersey but on big projects in surrounding states. Carey didn't see a big time attorney parking himself in this neighborhood, especially Amaro. He wouldn't be able to stand telling a client or a pretty woman that he lived at an address in North Rio. No he lived in one ot the tony outlying towns in a house with all the amenities all the better to expand his already huge ego. Despite the slim chance that Amaro could be found down on this neighborhood boardwalk it was worth a stroll down on the beach after work. There was a greater chance that someone down here would know him being one of Amaro's fellow countrymen and on this beach no one knew the Lains so she could ask away.

Carey figured she would nibble on some junk food for dinner as she strolled along the Rio boardwalk. It was a warm late afternoon with a gentle breeze coming off the ocean. Carey was wearing her leather jacket over the blouse as well as a skirt she had worn to work. Dennis was out of town again something that was happening a couple of days a week mow. She had jetted out of work around 5pm and made it down to the boardwalk before six. It wasn't crowded down there like on the weekends and she was hoping people would have more time to talk to her. High heel pumps were risky on a wood boardwalk but Carey was a pro at navigating the hazard.

She made her way up to one of the many stands lining the beach front. There were quite a few Brazilian foods being sold but she played it safe and struck up a conversation with the vendor. With her looks it wasn't a hard thing to do. 

"So what brings such a beautiful woman out during the week?" The Brazilian vendor asked as he handed over a hot dog to Carey.

"I love it down here. I've gotten to know so many people at this beach. I live just south of here." Carey smiled at the vendor setting him up for her request.

"That's nice to hear. We love having visitors. It's our lifeblood." The vendor answered.

"You know I was hoping to run into an old friend of mine. His name is Amaro Da Silva. I've lost track of him over the past couple of years." Carey inquired.

"I don't know any one by that name down here ma'am." The man was suddenly a bit colder and the subject was closed. 

Carey wasn't going to eat food at every stand only to find no one knew Amaro and that she badly needed to vomit. She was pretty dedicated to a healthy diet and beach vendor food was not quite in that category. This neighborhood took up two miles of coast and ran five miles inland. She picked her next stand more carefully walking up to a younger man and buying an ice cream cone. Unfortunately when she brought up Amaro the vendor mimicked the first one. He didn't know anything about a Amaro Da Silva.

Carey finished the ice cream vowing to run an extra two miles the next day. She was getting tired of horny Brazilians staring at her legs when two younger dark skinned Brazilians who looked to be in their early twenties walked by. Their complexions were as dark as Amaro. Unlike the other lighter skinned men who tried to be discreet these two were quite open with their desire to get their hands on Carey. They smiled and winked at her. It was then Carey realized what was going on. Before the men walked away she approached them.

"How's it going guys?" Carey asked as she settled in against the railing that separated the boardwalk from the beach.

"We are just fine now. How are you doing?" One of the men asked back. They were wary about what a woman like this might be up too but seeing the ring on her finger they had seen more than a few MILFs make their way down to their beach for a sexual workout but not one of this quality. They were hoping that maybe they'd hit the jackpot.

"I'm good. I was hoping to meet a friend down here. I haven't seen him in a while." Carey watched the two men surround her.

"Well I hope that one of us is that friend you're looking for." The one younger man offered. 

"And why not two friends? You know that two would definitely be so much more fun than one." The other said. They were both very handsome and Carey so frustrated at her inability to track down Amaro and now horny beyond belief thought about it for a long moment before deciding against a ménage-a-trois. Something she never done and didn't want to try with two strangers.

"Gentlemen as much fun as the prospect of making new friends sounds I'm looking for an Amaro Da Silva." Carey asked smiling as she leaned back against the railing.

Both men briefly had looks of shock on their faces. Then the taller young black man began to chuckle. The other seemed to hold his look of surprise until a smile crawled across his face and he let out. "No no my pretty lady, we don't know an Amaro Da Silva. I was nice meeting you. Maybe we will meet again hopefully."

The two men strolled on leaving a bewildered Carey Lain in their wake. She knew that the two dark skinned Brazilians knew who Amaro was but for whatever reason, like the lighter skinned men, they wouldn't admit to knowing him. Carey knew that like so many other immigrants that lived together their societies were hard to crack. This neighborhood was not only insulated but there seemed to be divisions between the light skinned and the dark skinned who were as black as any African. Obviously secrets were kept within the different shades of the neighborhood.

Carey didn't want to give up that easy. She approached another dark skinned Brazilian manning a booth selling balloons. Like the two younger blacks his face gave away his knowledge of Amaro but he said he didn't know him. She could make a fool of herself running up to every dark skinned Brazilian and ask about Amaro Da Silva but it wouldn't do any good. No one would admit to a stranger that they knew him.

Carey leaned up against the railing and took in the coming night on the ocean. She felt horny as she'd ever been as she looked out over the beach and ocean. Maybe it would just be easier to chase down the two young bucks and tell them she was theirs for the evening. Just as she was about to leave she felt a hand on top of hers.

"It seems that you forgot to pick out your balloon." Amaro's voice and touch returned the familiar tingle to Carey's body.

"I suppose it wouldn't do any good to say I got lost and was looking for directions down here." Carey smiled and turned her gaze towards the mature Brazilian stud.

"I apologize about the tightness of this neighborhood. We tend to look out for each other to a severe extreme sometimes. We're going up this street." Amaro took the white woman's hand and led her up one of the streets that went down to the boardwalk.

The Brazilian assumed nothing. He knew why the gorgeous white woman was strolling on this boardwalk. They walked up the street in a sort of silent anticipation. Now that she had finally found him Carey was beside herself with excitement. She was trembling with the fact that she would soon be wrapped around the sexually talented stud. She was as excited as she'd ever been with a man.

Amaro had his arm around Carey as they walked. Every person on the street knew that she belonged to the Brazilian and if they looked closer they noticed her wedding ring and they would know that another white man was losing his woman. Occasionally Amaro's hand would drift down to the well built woman's nice round ass. Carey let it go. In a matter of minutes she planned on having him deep inside her so what was the big deal?

Four blocks up from the boardwalk Amaro guided Carey towards a large two story building that looked like a small theatre with a set of large wooden double doors. The building although old looked as if it had been renovated and there was fresh paint on it. The white with blue trim made the building look right at home down at the beach.

"Welcome to my little project. I've been rebuilding her piece by piece as I can afford it." Amaro let the hand that wasn't clutching Carey's ass trail across the landscape of the building.

"What are you going to use it for?" Carey asked as she was led up the front steps to the double doors.

"This is a Quilombo of sorts. The downstairs will serve as a dance studio as well as a place where Quilombolas like me can meet and enjoy ourselves." Amaro stated with a brief smile. 

"What is a Quilombola?" Carey inquired.

"We are Brazilians of African descent, the black men of Brazil. Our ancestors were brought over from Africa and became slaves in Brazil. They escaped over time and the Quilombo was the fortress where slaves that had found freedom lived and fought off the Portuguese and Brazilians who had formerly owned them." Amaro told her.

"What does Palmares mean?" Carey continued with her curiosity pointing to a sign just above the doors.

"It was the largest and most powerful of Quilombos, a fugitive society where escaped slaves lived. My ancestors lived in Palmares." With that Amaro led her inside.

Inside the first floor was a hall that resembled a small auditorium. There was a stage at the far end of the room, a long dark wood bar to the side and hardwood floors like a basketball court. To Carey it looked like a perfect spot for a dance club but Amaro seemed intent on keeping the facility as a private club with his large apartment on the second floor. Carey wandered about the floor until Amaro called her back over to him.

"So this is a Brazilians only place of relaxation? I can see the fun already." Carey smiled and turned and faced the black man. 

"You have to be of Quilombola stock to be here. Take off your clothes for me please." He ordered.

"Really? Right here?" Carey chuckled but by the look on the Brazilian's face she didn't have a choice if she wanted to stay.

Carey obeyed. She needed to feel the black man and now that she was finally so close she'd do whatever lewd act he asked of her. She took off her jacket first then her blouse and skirt. Amaro watched and when she got down to her panties and bra she momentarily stopped.

"Why are you stopping?" Amaro inquired in a stern tone.

"I don't know. I thought you would be getting undressed too." Carey replied.

"Carey when I give you an order you are to follow it exactly, especially in this place." Amaro couldn't help leaking out a small smirk as he talked.

"Of course." Carey replied obediently and then slid her panties down her legs and then undid her bra.

"That's enough. Now over here my pet." Amaro stopped Carey at her stockings and garter belt. The heels on her stiletto pumps clicked loudly as she made her way across the large room to the Brazilian who was standing by a wooden apparatus about four feet high. Amaro began kissing Carey. She returned the passion sliding her arms around his muscular shoulders.

"I can't believe I actually tracked you down the way I did. I don't know why I did it. I never imagined I could be this desperate for a man after just one time." Carey let it out an inch from Amaro's face unable to hide her feelings for him.

"You cannot deny what you crave my pet. If something is so good it becomes a part of your soul and now you are back for more and it won't be your last visit to this place I am sure." Amaro informed her as he undid some clamps on the wooden apparatus.

Carey studied the contraption. It looked like the kind of wooden stock that was put in town squares to punish someone with public humiliation. It consisted of three openings. The middle opening was for the subservient person's waist instead of the neck and the top had two openings for the wrists and instead of reaching forward one reached back to put their wrists into the device because the body was so far forward in the stock. In effect the subject ended up bent over with her waist caught in the stock and her arms held straight back by the wooden piece of furniture. The subject was put in a totally submissive position bent over with her ass in the air and on the other side of the stock the woman's breasts and mouth could easily be controlled by the person dominating her. 

Amaro lifted the two parts hinged on one side of the stock. Please assume the position for me my pet."

"Get into that thing?" Carey asked pointing to the stock.

"Actually we call it the Pelourinhos. And yes, I want you to bend over without any more discussion." Amaro ordered.

The Brazilian smiled when the tall shapely white woman demurely stepped in front of the wooden stock and bent over at the waist so that Amaro could clamp down the first section. Carey knew that she had just agreed to become Amaro's sex slave. So when the black man told her that he needed her arms extended straight back so that he could lock them in the stock she reached back for him.

"I see you followed my suggestion to wear lingerie that would better display your well formed body. These stockings are of excellent quality and make these gorgeous muscular legs shine. You did this to please me did you not?" Amaro inquired.

"Of course I did." Carey admitted.

"Yes they are so nice." With that Amaro slapped Carey's ass with his bare hand. The statuesque brown haired beauty let out a yelp and her body shuttered.

The black man circled Carey inspecting her body. Now that she was his again he took his time taking in her body as if she was a sleek sports car for sale in an upscale dealership. He was running his hand along her soft smooth skin. The Brazilian was truly impressed with her. He had broken many white women in this country and this one had been blessed with such an extraordinary body and more she had taken such good care of it.

He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. Just gazing at the gorgeous brown haired white woman the excitement had begun to flow to his loins. Carey had noticed the bulge in his pants and now that the white dress shirt was off the lubricant had begun to coat her vagina. Both sexual athletes were getting ready.

Amaro was now firmly massaging her legs and ass. The he moved to the other side of the stock where the upper half of Carey's body was leaning. He began sliding his finger in and out of her mouth. Carey eagerly sucked on it while the black man pinched and twisted the nipples of her hanging breasts with his other hand. After a few minutes enjoying the distended orbs Amaro moved back to the woman's backside to concentrate on her genitals. He took off the rest of his clothes and squatted down and caressed the muscular silk encased legs. Carey jumped causing the stock to creak when Amaro's fingers found her wet pussy. She let out a groan when first one and then two fingers slid into the hole. Amaro let the two thick digits rest inside her for a moment and then began to finger fuck her, slowly at first and then more forcefully.

Carey moaned loudly as the fingers moved in and out so quickly that the sloshing noise of the invasion resounded throughout the room. While the black man frigged the lathering pussy he reached down with his other hand and slathered two of his fingers with lube jelly from a jar on the floor. He stood and when he took his fingers from her pussy he pressed a lubed finger against Carey's anus. Her sphincter resisted briefly but ultimately gave way and allowed the black finger inside.

"Oh? Oh Amaro I can't . . . I can't take you there!" Carey's voice registered a sort of bewilderment at first before the nerves bunched down by her sphincter had time to react to the push into her rectum. 

"Yes you can my pet and you will. Now just spread those gorgeous legs a little more, take a deep breath and relax." Amaro spoke as he continued to slide his finger in and out.

Carey took the finger in her ass obediently. Her sphincter ultimately relaxed and to her surprise the restrained white woman actually began to enjoy the sensation of the finger smoothly moving in and out of her. Her pussy was wet with drooling excitement now and just as she arched her back to proffer her ass Carey felt Amaro's tongue on her pussy lips. The feeling was electric.

"Mmmm you like this don't you, my tongue and finger pleasuring your holes?" Amaro got out between licks at the two large labia lips.

Carey moaned her response. Her legs were now shaking with delight. The Brazilian's tongue expertly carved into the pussy as it sweated out its thick fluid. Carey couldn't believe how exceptional the black man was at pressing her buttons. His tongue touched all the right spots in just the right way and the well built brunette was beside herself with the sensation of what was now two fingers poking into her ass. It welled up inside her like a guttural scream and erupted through all her nerve endings. Carey's hips began to buck violently causing the bondage furniture she was locked into to groan and creak.

"Cumming! Cumming! Oh God cumming!" The words rolled out of her mouth as if slurred by a drunk, slow and husky. Then she came in projectile streams. It landed on the floor behind her and soaked the backs of her legs and stockings.

"That was an impressive orgasm my luv. I suspect that you are ready for something long, thick and hard now." Amaro said in as calm a tone as he could muster for the woman's orgasm had greatly excited him and regardless of her answer he was going to split her with his erection. 

"God yes! Give me that big black dick!" Carey gasped.

Tonight we're going to do something a little different. You may have tried it before but I doubt with someone of my size and abilities." Amaro said as he positioned himself behind her round buttocks.

Carey eagerly awaited the feeling of her insides being filled. Instead she felt a pressure against her sphincter. The muscle had already been relaxed by Amaro's fingers so there was little resistance.

"Oh fuck Amaro! I can't take you back there! You're too fucking big!" Carey whimpered.

Despite her protests the Brazilian continued to press into her with a slow steady insertion. Carey struggled but it did no good she was going nowhere anchored to the stock and on the other side Amaro had a firm hold on her hips. She let out a gasp as her sphincter stretched and then she felt the pop of the ridge of the huge black penis head as it slid past the tight opening and into her rectum. Now the thick shaft was slowly easing into her. Both faces wore taut grimaces from the effort of packing Carey's tight ass.

"Oh fuck Amaro! I can't stand it your just so big!" Carey uttered in distressed.

"Just take deep breaths my pet and relax. Just relax." Raul breathed heavily the effort causing his naked body to shine with sweat.

Finally Carey's muscle relaxed completely and the hard greased covered erection slid all the way up her ass. Her eyes bugged out and she let out a grunt reacting to the blunt member's successful assault. She grabbed the metal bar behind the wrist openings for support preparing herself for what was going to happen. She knew that the muscular black man was going to fuck her in the ass and if it was going to be even half as intense as the first time they were together she was in for a hell of a ride.




The Maidens of Palmares Pt. 02



The wind was cool and in their faces as the women churned down the beach road towards the packed stone and sand that made up the half mile path to the ocean. They ran on their own the rest of the week but on Fridays Lis and Carey put in a little over five miles together. They were competitive and each Friday was a test to see who had worked hardest physically during the week. 

They plowed through the slower surface their running shoes digging into the sand, their leg muscles straining after the long run. They slowed to a walk and stretched in front of a four foot high cement sea wall. They took a seat on the wall facing the blue water and white caps of the Atlantic Ocean. This is where they got to talk. They were both New Yorkers and could sing chapter and verse about the Yankees and the Giants and usually did on the wall. They were mostly alone down in this section of Jersey a place more in line with the city of brotherly love than The Big Apple. Nonetheless plans for trips to games were made here as well as vacations, more important things too. They had shored each other up on this wall and cried on each other's shoulders. It was a confessional for best friends. For a couple of days Carey had needed this confessional. She knew that it was going to be painful. She just hoped something so private and close to the bone didn't fatally wound their relationship.

"You okay? You seem a little off today." Lis said as she stared off into the ocean.

" I guess I should just come out with it. Lis, I saw you with him. I stopped by your office on Tuesday." Carey dragged the elephant out into the open.

"I know. I saw you too." Lis admitted in her deep voice a slight smirk creeping across her face.

"You saw me?" Carey turned showing her friend how surprised she was. 

"Amaro is a most delicious distraction but I still caught a glimpse of you. You had a real shocked look on your face." Lis smiled the wind blowing her fine blonde hair around her face.

"You should know that he just started fucking me too." Carey was glad that her friend had come clean and she wanted to do the same.

"I know that too." Lis replied frankly with the same smile.

"My God you knew already. How?" Carey was amazed and about to get an education.

"Well first I had come back to my house after everyone had left the party and heard the two of you moaning. Second I knew you would be screaming his name because I had recommended you." Lis told her.

"You had recommended me? What in God's name does that mean?" Carey was really bewildered now.

"Amaro asked if I knew another woman who he'd enjoy. I had picked you, in the end I thought twice about embroiling you in this so I told him I had someone else in mind. Then he saw you at the party." Lis said.

"If you were sleeping with Amaro why would he want or need another woman and why would you let it happen? Was it because he was your boss? Never mind, I've been with him. He could be with a dozen women and not be satisfied but why did you allow it?" Carey asked.

"At this point would you deny him anything?" Lis summed it up for the both of them. 'It wasn't because he was my boss either. Before you, another woman had recommended me and before that another woman had recommended her. It's just the way it works."

"Lis! The way what works? My God this is insane!" Carey couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"You're going out on a date with him tomorrow, right?" Lis inquired. 

"I'm not sure I can go through with it Lissy. I mean Amaro says that he's going to let Dennis in on our affair. He says that he knows my husband will acquiesce and will even encourage it but I'm more confident that he's just crazy. I'm afraid about what might happen." Carey admitted.

"You don't have to worry. This is a process that Amaro knows and does extremely well. He handled Jon and now Jon not only approves of my relationship with Amaro he's watched us." Lis said

He's watched Amaro fuck you? My God! Lis how far does this go?" Carey kept getting hit by one shocking revelation after another. 

"If you go out with Amaro tomorrow you'll find out everything. It'll be irresistible I promise you that." Lis smiled over at her friend.

"I have to admit that I was thunderstruck at the party. The way he made the electricity surge through me even before he had touched me, Lis he sent tingles up and down my spine just when I thought he might be looking at me and when he spoke . . . holy shit!" Carey admitted.

"I know. He had me jumping the same way when we first met. Thunderstruck, Blitzkrieg, whatever word you use for skilled assault and immediate surrender that's it." Lis replied.

"I thought that it might have been that he was black but I had been around plenty of handsome black men before. Still it was so taboo, so forbidden. He was the first interracial sexual experience for me. Probably the same for you right?" Carey had moved on from the shock of Lis' fucking the same man she had and accepted it. She couldn't resist talking about Amaro now.

"Well since we're in the business of admissions today, no. Carey I've had sex with other African Americans." Lis let out.

"Really? That's so interesting. Anyone that I know? I can't believe as close as we've been I didn't know." Carey was feeling a little left out of Lis' life.

"You remember the runner up from the legs contest? Where we first met?" Lis said.

"Sure Cinnsy LeLune right? She had that crazy short crew cut afro back then. We stayed friends for a couple of years." Carey remembered.

When you went to the after party so glad to be done with the contest? Well I was up on Cinnsy's room being done by her. Carey I'm bisexual." Lis told her friend.

"Oh God Lis, I didn't know that." Carey went quiet. This one was by far the biggest bombshell. After they had met and before they were married the two friends had lived together and become best friends. Carey had told Lis everything and she thought Lis had done the same. Obviously Lis had kept some things from her even beyond her affair with Amaro. 

"I know that you're disappointed with me not because of my sexuality but because I kept it from you. You have to understand that this is so private. It's something that I kept between myself and the women I was dating. There were a few women since college. Three were black. Cinnsy was the first. We were together for two years. I thought about coming out so many times. Then there was Aisha, a friend of Cinnsy's. I went with her after Cinnsy and I broke up and then Erica another friend of theirs. Like I said, they were all black women. I'm sorry Carey." Lis told her.

"You don't have to be sorry for wanting to keep something like that to yourself. It sounds like three friends may have passed you around though. Maybe those black girls were into blondes?" Carey kidded Lis hoping to lighten the mood.

"Yeah maybe, I know I didn't mind. Like me they're all married now. It's in the past but I always look back on that time fondly and I'll never forget it." Lis concluded.

"And you'll always be my friend Lis." Carey hugged her friend. "Now tell me about Amaro."

"Like I said, you'll find out about everything tomorrow." With that they walked back down the beach to their homes.

Carey had asked Dennis if he wanted to go to the marine art exhibit showing at the Hayden just as Amaro had asked her to do. When her husband had dragged his feet she suggested that Amaro drive her so that she could meet her friends down at the museum. Since he was new in town he'd need someone to direct him to the event and Carey had volunteered. Carey had been told by Lis that Denny was the bull and Amaro the matador and it was the Brazilian's job to put the sword into her husband's back which happened to every bull at the climax of the bullfight. It was part of the pleasurable experience of taking another man's wife sexually. 

Carey stood in front of the mirror applying another coat of lip gloss. She was as nervous as she'd ever been and one hundred percent certain that she's made a huge mistake, one that was too late to take back. She was also certain that she'd gone insane. How else would one explain what she was going to allow to happen? She was going to take a big piece of her relationship with her husband, Dennis and hand it over to a man who had burst into her life like a summer squall and she was now infatuated with sexually.

Carey's heart jumped when she heard the doorbell. She checked out the tight fitting navy blue cocktail dress. It may have been overdressing a little bit but Amaro had said that he wanted to see her legs on their date. She heard the two of them talking and went to the top of the stairs to listen.

"I'm so glad that Carey is going to show me around town tonight." Amaro's smooth hum of a voice could be heard from the kitchen.

"Hey she wanted to go to this gallery tonight and her friends from work are going to be there so why not give the new guy in town a lift." Dennis was already on the defensive with the black man.

"Yes I'm also looking forward to an expert view of these vessels. I know that I so enjoy imparting wisdom and pleasure in areas where I have an expert prowess. Carey is so willing to pay me back and that is so pleasing." Amaro set things up.

"So you're an expert in other art forms I guess." Dennis smiled and took a swig from his beer.

"Oh you know about us Brazilians and dancing. We can't get enough of the tango, the rumba." Amaro added.

"Well that's another art form I don't participate in. I'm a wallflower and proud of it." Dennis offered.

"Oh Dennis how could you not want to express your feelings on the dance floor? The touch of a woman." Amaro inquired.

"Who knows, maybe it's a macho thing. Carey drives me nuts at parties." Dennis admitted.

"Where I come from the dancer is the macho one. Maybe at the next party you will allow me to be Carey's partner?" Amaro maneuvered as a matador around the hapless Dennis.

"If it keeps her from nagging me then you could go dancing with her tonight and I'd thank you." Dennis' horns plowed through only red cloth catching none of the matador.

"As you wish Dennis." Amaro smiled.

Just then Carey entered the room. The dress, the make up, the long exposed legs told the whole story. Maybe a woman could go to an art museum with a man dressed this way and it might be considered friendly but if they went dancing? There could be no doubt as to how the woman felt about that man and how she wanted him to use her. Still Dennis raised no objection as his wife left with the black man looking as sexy as he's ever seen her.

"You look so sexy tonight my pet." Amaro ran a hand up and down Carey's silk encased thigh as they drove away from her house.

"I heard you talking with Denny. Did you tell him?" Carey asked hopefully.

"Not directly but after listening to what I had to say and seeing how you dressed and made yourself up for tonight . . . well your husband is a smart man who lives in constant fear of losing you. He knows that you are letting me fuck you. The next time we meet I will drive that home." Amaro told Carey.

They pulled into the museum parking lot and Amaro let Carey out at the door. Per Amaro's instructions Carey walked in ahead of him where she ran into Valerie Pruchler and Amy Rabinsky. Amy worked with Carey and was about her age. They had a lot in common and were friends at the insurance company. They both admired the ocean and the ships that they insured. Another was husbands that just weren't interested in looking at paintings of tankers fighting through rough seas, tugboats steaming into harbor or ancient warships blasting their cannons across a harbor at an enemy vessel. 

Valerie was a dermatologist who had gone to college with Amy. As a skin doctor she had plenty of business in this beachfront community. She was intrigued by the art and wanted to tag along with her good friend. Her husband was on board with the other men and as such had also stayed at home. 

"Hey girl you've got to see these paintings by this new artist, Harold O'Greeley. He's got this thing about Macintosh tugs." Amy gushed to Carey as a greeting.

"I've got that fleet insured." Carey responded with a smile.

"Well that's why I let you in on this guy. I knew that you'd be into it. Let's go. They're right over here." Amy replied.

Just as the women were about to head around the corner of the long corridor Amaro came through the front door of the museum. Carey had no idea how her lover wanted to play this situation but when he approached their group Carey introduced him to Amy and Valerie. She made it as painless as possible knocking some of the heat to the woman who had referred her as a sex partner to him.

"This is Amaro. He's a friend of Lis' from the law firm. Amaro's from Brazil and wanted to get a look at these paintings and prints." Carey presented her lover as subtly as possible.

The three of them shook hands and said their hellos with Amy showing an immediate level of contempt towards the black man. Amaro was a perfect gentleman walking behind the women with his hands behind his back. He was quiet but when he talked he was interesting, funny and full of a charm that Carey hadn't seen a trace of during her first encounter with him. She was thinking that maybe someone had hypnotized the Brazilian to act like a nice guy. After a couple of laps around the circular building exploring the art and discussing some of them, Amaro signaled as subtly as possible that they should be on their way. It was after they left that the talking really began.

"So you think that they're fucking?" Valerie gave Amy a devilish grin.

"Oh God I hope not. She's too good looking to be with a black man. Why would she ever be into someone like that? I didn't even know Brazilians were that dark skinned." Amy said back unable to control her racist attitude.

"Oh come on Amy you've got to modernize your views a little bit. There are plenty of people of African descent from Brazil. I don't know. He's got to be twenty years older than us but yeah their knocking boots. Carey spent about five minutes looking at the Macintosh tugs. She's their underwriter for Chrissakes! And did you see him give her the signal to leave? She jumped." Valerie concluded.

"Well I wish that they would all go back to Brazil, at least the Africans." Amy came back with a sneer.

"You know that's a horrible attitude Amy. What's wrong with a gorgeous white woman like Carey going for a dominant man like that? He gives off some heavy vibes and he's built. You know that he's got it going on in bed. If Carey's spreading her legs I guarantee she's having the time of her life." Valerie summarized.

"What is it with today's white woman and black men? I mean you've just said what so many drones believe. Black men are so powerful and dominant. They're all hung like horses. It's all bullshit if you ask me and I don't care how dreamy this guy is beautiful white women like Carey don't lie down with black men." Amy gave her point of view, something that Valerie had heard many times over from her college friend.

"Look I know how you feel about black people Amy, especially the men but you can't go off like that. Times have changed. Africans are a big part of our society now and black men are having sex with gorgeous white women. It's just the way it is." Valerie came back at her friend in a calm voice.

"So you're saying that if you weren't married, which let me remind you Carey is and as such shouldn't be fucking around, you would have a go with that guy?" Amy asked with a smile.

Dr. Valerie Pruchler said nothing in response only smiling and continuing her stroll down the museum corridor.

Amaro drove north from the museum along a road that zigzagged its way in and out of the town's waterfront and beach areas. The black man's large hand had returned to Carey's muscular thigh.

"I guess that you're not dropping me off at home." Carey smiled in the fading light.

"There is no way I would allow you to spend the time to make yourself so sexy without rewarding you." The black man smiled over at the brown haired beauty.

"By that I hope you mean a richly deserved fucking." Carey leaned over and kissed the Brazilian's neck.

"Oh my elegant slut you have no idea." Amaro replied.

They walked along the boardwalk this time much more crowded with visitors to the orth Rio beach looking to have a good time on a Saturday night. Many of the white people stared at Amaro and Carey as they walked by them the black man's hand firmly attached to her buttocks showing a sort of ownership of the white woman. Some of the white men were disgusted by the sight but still others along with most of the women knew that the gorgeous white woman with the short light brown hair had willingly allowed this ownership and they knew that she had chosen well. The picture was of a well built dominant black man who was enjoying the fruits of his plunder, a very sexy white woman.

As they had done when Carey had first tracked down Amaro the couple had made their way up the street to Amaro's home. Carey noticed that the first floor was lit up and there seemed to be some activity inside.

"I don't know if I'll ever get used to the staring." Carey whispered into Amaro's ear as she walked closely to him.

"The white men are curious and their women are jealous. You may never get used to it but you do love the attention, it shows." Amaro smiled as he walked. 

"Do you have some friends using that first floor dance and sex lounge of yours? Pray tell where will we go to have you pound me with that beautiful cock of yours?" Carey was moist with excitement now and starting to boil over.

"They're some friends of yours as well." Amaro replied with a smile.

Carey was taken aback by the black man's comments but before she could respond Amaro opened the door to the building. Inside there were a little over a dozen men standing around the bar with drinks in their hands. They were all dressed in casual clothes and all of them were as black as Amaro. They turned to Carey and Amaro when they walked through the door and after a brief observant moment they began to clap and cheer. Some stepped forward and shook Amaro's hand saying things like 'Outstanding Amaro!' 'You have outdone yourself!' 'What a perfect specimen!' as they looked Carey up and down.

Carey was taken aback by the men and their comments. They were obviously talking about her as if she was some sort of trophy. She also had no idea what was going on. Still as loud and rambunctious as the men were with their friend Amaro celebrating his conquest and openly ogling her legs and breasts they were very polite towards her smiling and saying hello. As it turned out there were fifteen men including Amaro ranging from their early twenties to a couple of the men who looked to be in their sixties. What they did have in common was the deep onyx color of their skin and their looks. They were all very handsome and fit men.

"Why don't we go to the dressing room? There are some people that you know in there." Amaro led the leggy brunette to the back of the large room.

"Amaro who else is here? What's happening? Why are these friends of yours here? I'm not sure that I like the idea of me being the belle of the ball with fifteen men." Carey was suddenly like a woman who had walked into a party and found that she was the guest of honor with all that implied. The surreal situation was causing an endless array of panicked questions to sprout forth. Yet Carey didn't have to wait long fo many of those questions to be answered. Amaro opened a door to the side of the stage and on the other side was a dressing room large enough for about ten people to change clothes.

"Hello Carey." Carinna Evalyn greeted her wearing only high heel pumps, brown stockings and a matching garter belt.

Carey Lain put her hand to her mouth. She was in shock. Besides Corinna there were three other women standing beside her naked except for the same lingerie. Carey's friend Lis Ruhame was in sheer royal blue stockings and black pumps, another blonde haired partner at The Evalyn Law Firm, Vera Gillian was wrapped in a rather unusual pair of sheer full fashioned white stockings with red seams up the backs of her legs to the red bands that wrapped tightly around her thighs and the final guest was Carolyn Grosiette the president of the Shorefront Bank wearing a pair of expensive black full fashioned hose and black pumps. Carey noticed that all of the women had been tattooed, each at the triangle just above their genitals and on their left breasts. The tattoos were block printing in a foreign language that she didn't immediately recognize.




The Maidens of Palmares Pt. 02



"I told you to expect the unexpected when you came here tonight." Lis was smiling at Carey. 

"I will leave you to your friends to have your questions answered." Amaro stated and then walked out of the room.

"Well now that you've made it this far what would you like to know Carey?" Carolyn Grosiette was about 5'-10" with a lanky build. Despite being in her mid forties her orange sized tits stuck straight out. She was in very good shape with long shapely legs and shoulder length brown hair.

"Well yes, I guess we should start with what the fuck is going on here?" Carey was so confused she could barely stammer out her first question.

"Interesting. I believe that was the exact question we all asked when we were first brought here." The four women laughed as Corinna talked for them.

"Actually we were all brought or seduced if you will into coming here in much the same way that you were and like you by the time we got here we had a pretty good idea that this was going to be more than a torrid sexual affair that was taboo in so many ways." Carolyn talked with a bit of a lisp her deep brown eyes smiling at Carey.

"So then what is going on here? Is Amaro fucking all of us?" Carey was now very curious.

"In a matter of speaking you have been sharing Amaro with all of us. This is a sex club Carey. There are fifteen men out there for tonight's meeting and if you decide to join in five of us." Vera Gillian was shorter than the four other women who in their high heels looked like amazons. Her dirty blonde hair was in a bob and in her lingerie she looked like a sex starved librarian. Like Lis and Corinna she followed The Evalyn Law Firm credo of being athletic despite having a flat chest, she had a taut body with a gorgeous ass and legs.

"Carey we're not having an affair with any one of the men out there. We're having affairs with all of them. Our significant others know about this and accept it. If you choose to stay tonight Denny will join them as a submissive and accepting cuckold." Corinna explained.

"They'll be all over us." Carey commented nervously.

"Well now, that is the point isn't it Carey? This is an orgy after all. Now you have a decision to make my dear." Corinna summarized.

"What are my choices?" Carey wanted to have all the details presented to her.

"It's simple really. You can join us for what I promise you will be an extraordinary sexual experience and it happens often and each time it's just as intense as the time before. We get together just about every month. There are other benefits and obligations that will be explained later but right now all you need to worry about is pleasuring men with the same sexual game as Amaro, if you know what I mean. The alternative is that you go home. There's no judgment from us, other women have had their fling with a Quilombola and when presented with this choice gone home to their husbands. This sort of lifestyle isn't for every woman. Just know that if you choose to leave there will be no more Amaro, no more sexual encounters like you have experienced over the past few weeks. You've been offered a membership to a very exclusive club now it's time to decide what you want to do Carey." Carolyn, the de facto leader of the lingerie clad women explained.

Carey stood for a moment. She took a quick glance at her friend Lis. Her muscular legs encased in the exotic royal blue silk and shiny black pumps. If she could read whether her best friend was happy she would know what to do and if anyone could read her best friend she could. Just then she caught the glimmer in the blonde's bright blue eyes and she knew what her decision had to be.

"Well then where do I hang up my dress?" Carey smiled back at Lis.

The ladies smiled and briefly clapped their hands to celebrate the short brown haired woman's decision. They each came up to Carey and hugged her. Lis smiled and patted her friend on the back.

"Welcome to the club." Lis said.

"I have to be insane to be doing this." Carey shook her head.

"I thought the same thing. You know, throwing it all away with Jon. He's a great guy but I always knew something was missing sexually and after Amaro unreeled that penis on my desk I knew it. Like you, I couldn't resist it. Now that everything is out in the open there's no more tension between Jon and I. He knows I'm getting it from a stud or studs and I let him have at me every once in a while. Believe it or not Jon and I have fun in bed now. So do me a big favor and enjoy yourself tonight. Everything will be great, trust me." Lis gave Carey a kiss and a hug and then turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" Carey asked.

"Why to get ready for my dance of course. You'll see." Lis giggled as she went through the door.

Vera followed Lis out the door. Carey could hear the hollers and cheers when the two athletic women emerged from the dressing room. Butterflies blossomed in her stomach but Carey couldn't decide if they were from nerves or excitement from what was about to happen. As soon as she felt the dampness between her thighs she knew that it was the thrill.

"We start every night that we meet with a Capoeira demonstration or some type of dance between a couple of us and the men. Capoeira is a form of martial arts developed by the Quilombola, a tribe of African slaves in Brazil. They used Capoeira to defend themselves against their masters. It's since developed into a form of dance that is very popular amongst the dark skinned Brazilians. In this place you'll see that our version is quite erotic." Carolyn was smiling with her arms folded over her bare breasts.

"You mean this is all about martial arts in lingerie?" Carey was bewildered.

"Oh heavens no! The performance loosens everyone up and it's less about martial arts and more about dance and very much about the erotic. You'll see. It favors women with long muscular legs who can kick powerfully. Quite frankly Vera is the best dancer that I've ever seen but when it comes to Capoeira Lis and Corinna have the long athletic legs that are needed for this art form. They are very accomplished as I assure you you'll be one day my dear." Carolyn gave Carey's navy blue legs a serious once over.

"Well ladies we should go out and watch our girls perform first though you'll need this." Corinna smiled, her body already moist with perspiration anticipating what was about to happen. The toned attorney came up behind Carey and pressed a finger between her buttocks and into her sphincter. Carey nearly jumped out of her pumps as Corinna worked her finger inside her. 

"What the fuck!" Carey bellowed.

"Easy sweetie. It's nothing personal. You're going to need some lube back here." Corinna smiled as she packed the jelly around the tight sphincter muscle, Carey relaxed and let the gorgeous brunette touch her. 

The three ladies could hear the men in the next room. They were getting louder, more rambunctious no doubt fueled by a couple of drinks and the thought of a fresh white woman just brought into the fold. The three of them looked like showgirls in their high heels and stockings yet the lack of panties and bras foretold the physical debasement they were about to face.

"These men know how to treat a white woman so just relax and let them have you. You're going to have the time of your life so just let go." Carey felt Corinna's hands on her shoulders and her lips at her ear as she walked behind her.

It was a reassuring gesture from the muscular woman that Carey appreciated. They went through the door to the main room and immediately a dozen or so men began to applaud loudly. It seemed that a few of the younger ones were missing but Carey hardly noticed. The men in front of her were naked. The nerves she had felt since entering Amaro's building were now being pumped with adrenaline. Then the short haired brunette got a look at how well endowed each dark skinned Brazilian was and her entire body began to tingle.

Corinna and Carolyn walked ahead of Carey unable to control themselves. They each jumped into the crowd of men and were swept away. Carey looked for Amaro. She figured at least she might start out with a familiar penis but instead two very familiar looking young men approached her.

"Remember us? My name is Marcello and this is Fabio. We would love to have you sit with us during the opening performance." The young men were tall and extremely well built surprisingly so to Carey who had seen them in clothes down at the boardwalk only a couple of weeks ago. While they weren't overly muscled the definition in their hairless arms, shoulders and torsos was extraordinary. Their bodies glistened in front of Carey as they made their play. Carey couldn't resist checking out their bodies and especially their genitals. When compared to the average male these two young men looked as if they had elephant trunks sticking out from their groins. Marcello who was already hardening right in front of Carey was incredibly well endowed. 

Carey quickly remembered what Corinna had said about relaxing and held out her hand for Fabio to take when suddenly an older man appeared to the left of the young black man. He was shorter but built like a bull, a man who had spent hours in the gym. Fabio and Marcello immediately backed up a step and let the older black man step up to Carey. To Carey it looked like a couple of young lions giving way to an elder lion as they surrounded a vanquished prey.

"You will have to forgive the younger ones. They are sometimes impetuous and unable to wait their turn. I have heard that your name is Carey, such a pretty anglo woman's name. Mine is Baba, while it may sound a little silly to a pretty white woman, it is a very masculine name to the Quilombolas De Palmares." The black man stepped up and took Carey's hand.

"My guess is that I'm about to find out how masculine." Carey smiled and couldn't resist taking a good look at the large uncircumcised member hanging between his legs. He was not as long as the younger men but it was as thick as a fire hose.

Corinna and Carolyn were already spread across four of the older men, including Amaro. The men were caressing and kissing the white women. By the look of things it seemed that the older men got to fuck the women first then the younger members got to join in. Baba took Carey over to a simple chair along the side of the large room. The black man beckoned for Carey to sit on his lap.

"If you please my dear would you please put my penis between your thighs and then cross your legs just so?" The black man put his soft penis on her left thigh at the double thick satin band at the top of the full fashioned stocking. Then Carey crossed her right leg over the top of the thick black member fully encasing it in a wonderful silky smooth cocoon. The black man showed his appreciation by sucking on her tit. It felt good and for a moment Carey closed her eyes and put an arm around the thick muscular black man's shoulders.

Suddenly a cacophony of native drums began playing over a very precise sound system. It was rhythmic and fast paced. Carey turned and saw her friend Lis sandwiched between two men and her fellow lawyer Vera in the same position with two other young dark skinned Brazilians. The white women gave each of their partners a full kiss on the mouth and then all six of them did a cartwheel out into the center of the room. Then it was two against one. Each man would kick a leg high in the air at the woman while Lis and Vera would each swing a leg high in the air towards their respective opponents. Carey momentarily forgot about the man whose lap she was sitting on enthralled with the gyrating bodies out on the floor.

The two white women while extremely athletic and quite flexible with their legs were outnumbered and out classed. The men, their gorgeous black bodies shimmering with sweat, were quicker and experts at moving the women into positions they couldn't get out of without extreme effort. The movements consisted of high swinging kicks that swept by an opponent's upper body or head causing them to have to duck or move before they got a chance to swing their own leg into the air.

"What do you think of our martial arts performance my leggy slut?" Baba asked shifting his hips underneath Carey causing his hardening penis to wiggle like a growing snake between her upper thighs.

"It's so sexual. Your men are so flexible." Carey watched a man's foot narrowly miss Lis' head forcing her back into the other man.

"Of course you understand that although this can be a deadly martial art it is also a dance practiced before lovers become one and this is what they are doing tonight. We wouldn't dream of causing any harm." The black man shifted so that he could once again suck on Carey's tit this time causing the head of his engorged erection to pop through the top of Carey's thighs.

"Oh your mouth feels so good there. Just like that Baba." Carey cooed as she felt his lips and tongue on her as well as his hardening cock now writhing wildly between her muscular legs.

Meanwhile Lis and Vera were swinging their legs intensely trying to hold off the four men but it was a lost cause. Vera fell first. One of her dark skinned opponents swung his leg high towards her head. Although the stud was careful not to actually come close to his target Vera bent her body backwards at the waist and knees. It was an athletic move that the average woman would have no right trying but Vera had a smile on her face as she pushed her body all in the name of sex. Just as she reached the apex of her bend her other opponent came in from that other side. He lunged his hips forward at her face and sent his hard penis right into her open mouth. The maneuver was so extraordinary on the part of all three participants that Carey let out a gasp. The young black man held the now almost helpless woman up by her shoulders. Meanwhile the other dancer easily got between the blonde's muscular legs and lunged with his own erection. His hard penis found its home at the head of Vera's thighs pushing its way into her vagina and causing her entire body to shudder. In the end this was a dance and the odds of the woman winning was nil so Vera now being held in air by the men with her back to the floor gladly submitted grabbing at the one man with her arms and wrapping her silk encased legs around the other's body and allowing them to ravage her.

Despite her larger more muscular build Lis' dance ended right after Vera's. She kicked at one of the black studs with a swinging leg that put her body in a split with one foot on the dance floor and the other high in the air. The muscular black man was waiting with his huge erect penis sticking out by what looked like over a foot. It was the biggest cock Carey had ever seen even in this room full of superior endowment and extraordinary testosterone. The young stud stepped between Lis' split legs and pressed his shoulder into the leg in the air. Now that her legs were forced apart the black man's next move was to thrust his hard penis into the big blonde's genitals. It lined up perfectly and Lis let out a guttural "Awwwww!" as the long black tube of solid meat sunk about halfway into her. The crowd let out a loud cheer. Carey would find that her friend as well as Corinna were excellent at Capoeira and even against two men were formidable opponents. The crowd of men were happy to see their friends win and thus move the night onto the next stage which Carey figured was an all out orgy.

Lis actually struggled to get away. She was more competitive than Vera which was saying a lot. Yet the Brazilian had her good and was able to keep lunging into her finally sinking himself all the way inside. Lis let out another deep guttural sound from her throat. By the time Lis had given in and begun sucking on the other dancer, the Brazilian with what looked to be an inhuman member had already begun to fuck her in earnest.

Carey had been looking on fascinated. She would have loved to have been able to concentrate on the performance. It was such a sexual encounter. She had never seen anything that had approached this. Lis, Vera and the four men were all gorgeous, athletic and extremely erotic but the sultry brown haired white woman was getting into something else. She was delicately tracing an index finger all around the huge cock head that was trapped between her crossed legs. It was driving the elder Brazilian insane. He was groaning and having a seriously tough time concentrating on Carey's lush breast. His penis was getting a sating massage from Carey's shifting thighs. His penis was so hard that it was getting very difficult for Carey to keep the thick member between her thighs. It was time for her to climb on top of the Brazilian.

Carey got up off of Baba and stood to pull up her stockings. She noticed the younger Fabio and Marcello looking on with rapt attention and she couldn't contain a smile. She bent over at the waist and began sucking on Baba's thick erection. As with Amaro it was a stretch to get the girth into her mouth. In fact Baba was even thicker. Still Carey was getting accustomed to this sort of size and it wasn't much effort before her head was bobbing up and down and she was giving the black man a first class blow job. Her saliva drooled down the length of the ebony shaft and puddled in his pubic hairs. Carey never let spit fly when she sucked off her husband or for that matter any of her previous white lovers. Baba was so large so exciting she just couldn't stop it and she couldn't stand it anymore.

Carey stood back up and moved closer to the seated Brazilian. She looked down and the two lovers smiled at each other. Baba ran his hands up and down her long taut legs which were now straddling him on either side of the armless chair. Carey squatted down guiding the erect penis with her hand as she began lowering herself down onto the black man's lap. She had aimed well, first the bulbous head and then a healthy portion of the shaft pushed up into her. At one point Carey hesitated trying to adjust to the thickest man she'd ever taken. She clenched her teeth and then the gorgeous white woman slid down the rest of the way nestling her body on the black man's lap.

They were facing each other and in each other's arms. Baba was not as long as Amaro but he was still touching her cervix and with his girth the older black man felt like a warm thick pipe lodged inside Carey. She was nice and full. Carey's toes curled inside her high heels and her breathing quickened. She held the Brazilian closer and kissed him. 

"Oh Baba! Oh this is so fucking good! So fucking sweet!" Carey called out as she began rocking back and forth on top of the powerfully built black man.

"That's my girl. You know who you belong to now. Just give in to what you need my luv, a nice big black dick. You know what it's like to surrender to a Quilombola cock now." Baba growled as he pushed upwards into Carey's sopping wet pussy.

"Oh God! Oh my God!" Carey's body quivered then she exploded and let out a loud cry, her first orgasm of the night a sharp gush of energy flowing through her pelvis.

Carey began lifting herself off of the black man and then plunging down on the hard thickness with a powerful squat. She was relaxed now and ready to really enjoy him. Her legs and buttocks flexed with each thrust and this picture of a woman in heat had the young Brazilians Fabio and Marcello staring at Carey in awe, their penises now erect and rock hard. The motion was deliberate but powerful. Carey was literally impaling herself on the thick shaft's entire length with each downward thrust. She was moaning with each stab into her body. Carey was in the throes of orgasm after orgasm when suddenly the elder black man began pushing back harder. The friction was getting intense now and it showed on Carey's face. Her mouth was open and she had a look of utter shock on her face. She couldn't believe that a man over twice her age could make her feel this way. She collapsed onto Baba's lap and held him tight and kissed him. She needed a break from the sexual intensity but she wasn't going to get it.




The Maidens of Palmares Pt. 02



"I hope that you will let me sample your other hole my lovely slut." Baba smiled from beneath her.

At first Carey didn't understand what the dark skinned Brazilian wanted. They were doing so well the way they were. Then she remembered Amaro's skewering her rectum with his own huge black penis and the thrill of the hard cock sliding against her stretched sphincter muscle. She stood and turned around so that she was facing away from Baba and lowered herself down on his erection.

Her asshole greased compliments of Corinna's firm fingers was ready for the fat black cock. Still Baba was as thick as a beer can and stuffing it up her ass was an anxious chore. Carey had felt this pain before expertly administered by Amaro just the other night. So the statuesque white woman pressed herself downward with a slow but steady pressure. She let out a gasp with each jolt of pain that travelled through her nerve endings.

"That's it. Go slow my leggy slut. This dick is very thick and hard. Not many white women handle it so easily their first time. That's my girl. Nice and easy." Baba urged Carey on as her buttocks came to rest in his lap once again.

"Oh fuck! You are magnificent Baba! My husband has never given it to me this good." Carey let it all out with her admission. She didn't care who knew that she preferred the Quilombola to the man she had married. 

"Spread your legs wide my willing slave! Fabio! Marcello! There's plenty of this leggy whore's body to go around. Come over and fill her holes!" Baba ordered.

The two young men who had been cooling their heels and stroking their sizable cocks needed no further encouragement. Fabio got to Carey first and was able to squat down and line up his man sized penis with her already well used pussy. Marcello walked over to Carey and aimed his erection at her wide open mouth.

Carey felt the blunt hardness press into her vagina and let out a sigh. She made no protest when the onyx colored erection pressed against her lips. She let Marcello slide into her mouth making her airtight. The short haired beauty had never been with three men at once, never been used this way. It was a thrilling sensation to be at the mercy of three well endowed muscular black men. There was over thirty inches of cock probing her insides now.

Before she had been enveloped in the dark skinned flesh Carey noticed that the other women were also hard at work. Lis and Vera were still being sodomized by their dance partners. They were being held above the floor by the men and helping them by wrapping their legs and arms around their sex partners undulating bodies. It was a position that Carey would later learn was called spit roasting a woman. Meanwhile Carolyn was on a platform that allowed for a woman to take multiple partners. Like Carey she was pleasuring three men at once in much the same fashion only in a prone position. Meanwhile Corinna was lying on top of a man that had fully impaled her pussy, Amaro was on her back fucking her in the ass, while still another black man was offering up his cock for her mouth, then incredibly she was jerking off two men with her hands. She was moving her body in such a way that each of the five men received a healthy dose of friction. She looked like some sort of sex machine with her muscular back flexing in time to the rhythmic motion.

The percussion dominated music and exultations from the men had died down. It was like a loud group sitting down to a delicious meal going from laughter and conversation filling the room to the sounds of people indulging themselves. Now all one heard were moans and cries from the women mingling with the grunts and groans coming from the thrusting Brazilians.

Carey was in heaven. She was leaning back into Baba's upper body with her legs resting on Fabio's shoulders. Baba's thick cock up her ass anchored her in place while Fabio thrust up into Carey's tight pussy and Marcello, whose cock had turned out to be as large as any in the room, enjoyed the warm moist sensation of her mouth. When the three black studs got it just right the long legged white woman spewed thick liquid out of her lovely hole and screamed out another orgasm.

The other women were being treated just as well. The two men that had been getting hand jobs from Corinna had found their way over to Vera and Lis and had climbed on their backs. The two white women were on their hands and knees and as air tight as Carey and the others.

Fabio was the first to let go inside Carey. He grabbed at her silk encased legs and cried out plowing his seed deep into her womb. Her bobbing head drove Marcello over the edge soon after. The young black man came in buckets. Carey sucked down the sperm as best she could but it still spilled out of her mouth and splashed all over her tits. The two young Brazilian's backed away so that they could watch the old man finish the gorgeous white woman off. He pushed Carey up off his lap so that he could fuck her ass and fuck it hard. Baba grabbed her hips for leverage and went at her with surprising force. Carey's eyes rolled around in her head and she moaned loudly as the slapping of their bodies bouncing off one another echoed throughout the large room mixing with the noises from the other orgy participants. Carey put her hands on her knees to brace herself against the onslaught from the thick black pipe that was defiling her rectum. Suddenly the Brazilian pulled the statuesque woman down tight onto his erection and began to growl. Carey let out a yelp reacting to the stab of the rock hardness pushing all the way into her guts and then she felt the wetness soaking her insides.

She lay back against Baba and felt his arms wrap around her torso. She saw the other couplings splayed all around the room. The three men that had been fucking Vera were done with her and she was lying on the floor recovering, her body soaked with sweat and cum. Those three men had joined the others that had finished and were drinking and celebrating their conquests with some hearty laughs and high fives. Lis was down to her last man. He was on top of her with her legs wrapped tightly around him as he fucked her with extreme force. Carolyn was on her belly taking it in the ass and sucking another's erection. Carey heard her gag as the first gob of cum shot down her throat. Corinna was standing, sandwiched between two black studs who were impaling her over and over with their huge penises. Her face was a picture of bliss but she looked more in control than the other women. If there was an alpha white woman in the room it was Corinna.

At this point the orgy went into full gear. Men who had enjoyed anal sex with a woman wanted to seed a woman's womb, those that had been given head wanted anal sex and they all wanted to switch partners. Being new to the club and of exquisite beauty Carey was a popular destination. Three men approached her immediately after she had climbed off of Baba cutting off two others who were already heading towards her. Carey had never seen these men before and didn't even know their names but when they surrounded her and began kissing and touching her body she acquiesced. 

They were all over her pinching her tits and kissing and licking her legs. When one of the men lay down on the floor Carey followed assuming the position on her hands and knees on top of him. She felt one man's hard dick slide up her ass, lifted her head so that the last piece of the sexual puzzle could slide down her throat and then the four of them worked with each other, Carey moved her glistening body up and down while the three enormous ebony erections pounded into her holes.  

Carey kept moving her body and quickly she had all three men moaning. Despite tiring from the effort she was overcome with the sensation of having her vagina and rectum packed with Brazilian cock. It took only a few thrusts from the black studs before she was cumming again.

Over her own muffled cries Carey could hear the other women expressing their own lust for the well built black men grinding into their bodies. Corinna was right next Carey her legs wrapped around a Brazilian who was pushing down into her genitals while another did push ups over her face causing his hard penis to slide in and out of her open mouth.

As the night wore on Carey got passed around to most of the men. All told she was intimate with at least ten of them in one way or another. They had come to her without even introducing themselves and as such Carey only knew the names of a couple of her sex partners. It was an ultimate fantasy for a woman to give herself to strangers to have them all over her with their hands and mouths as their organs slid in and out of her. 

Finally the last man was on top of Carey. They were the last couple lying on the floor copulating. His body was heaving up and down driving his manhood into her body like a jack hammer. The jet black skinned man may have already cum three times over the last couple of hours and was probably sexually exhausted but one didn't pass up an opportunity to fuck the new girl especially when she had such a beautiful face, wonderfully rounded tits and such long shapely legs this incredibly after she had actually approached him. The black man was the most muscular of the group and Carey had kept her eye on him throughout the night. His sweat covered body was churning into the beautiful white woman while she held onto him with all her strength, digging her nails into his back and her face into his neck.

They were working like a well oiled machine when Lis walked up to them her bright blue stockings glistening with sweat and both male and female ejaculate. She watched them for a moment admiring the two sexual athletes writhing on the floor. She smiled at the virile Brazilian's predicament. He as desperate to cum one more time and leave his seed inside Carey's already sperm soaked womb but he had spewed loads into Vera and twice into Carolyn and he seemed all out of bullets. The muscular blonde went to the bar and came back with a tube of lubricant.

"Sorry Rufino but we need to pack things up and besides you'll thank me later." Lis squatted down rubbing lubricant she had squeezed from the tube on her middle finger. She gently brushed her hand along the black man's buttocks. He was oblivious to her touch until she pressed the middle finger against his sphincter and then pushed into his rectum. The black man let out a groan and his body stiffened while the blonde quickly found the prostate and expertly massaged it. Rufino was helpless now. Lis worked him while Carey's vagina milked the sperm from his balls.

Lis kept up the in and out motion while the stud's back arched and he growled his orgasm and emptied his seed into Carey. It went quickly and he was soon collapsed in a muscular heap on top of the leggy brunette. They kissed each other until he just couldn't stand it anymore.

"Lis would you please take your thumb out of my ass? I don't have a drop left!" Rufino turned his head back to the smiling blonde.

"Thumb? It's just my middle finger stud. Now you've got an idea how we feel." Lis chuckled as she withdrew from the handsome black man.

"Thank you!" Rufino let out a sigh.

"What happened?" Carey wondered from underneath the wide V shaped body.

"It's not what happened it's what's happening now sweetie. Come on let's go to the back room and get dressed hot legs." Lis said to her friends.

The black man helped up Carey and kissed her again. She returned the passion kissing him with her tongue. He was shorter than the statuesque brunette by about six inches in her heels but that didn't matter. Carey liked the way the well endowed stud looked and felt. He had thick muscles and a deeply chiseled six pack etched into this torso and he was the most handsome of the entire pack of handsome men. Carey had found him to be very sexy and couldn't resist seducing him in a rare moment when she wasn't giving it up to another Brazilian during the night.

"I'm sorry that we didn't meet earlier in the evening." The powerfully built stud commented as he held Carey.

"Oh I'm confident we'll do this again. I'm going to make sure of that. These muscles are beautiful." Carey ran her hands along his shoulders and down his back to his buttocks as she kissed him again.

Lis had to interrupt again, this time grabbing Carey's hand and pulling her away from the sweating black man. The two pairs of high heels clicked on the hardwood floor as the women made their way back to the dressing room. Rufino watched the two athletic bodies move across the dance floor. He shook his head and scratched it as if he was thinking how unbelievable it was that women of that caliber were making themselves available sexually to the men of this club.

When Carey and Lis opened the door to the back room they found three men waiting for them. They were Baba, Amaro and another man who looked to be about Amaro's age. Carey was exhausted from all the sex but willing to go again if that was what they wanted yet it seemed all they wanted to do was talk to her.

"Carey I'm not sure if you had met Cesar earlier tonight." Baba made a formal introduction to the third man.

Yes I was quite happy to meet Cesar. You were wonderful sir." Carey gave the man a kiss on the mouth as she remembered the feeling of the handsome black man's member sliding in and out of her rectum. Then she gave Amaro whom she hadn't been with during the orgy a full kiss on the mouth.

"Thank you for the kind words my dear. You were nothing short of magnificent. You gave your body with a wonderful elegance tonight." Cesar complimented her right back.

"Did you enjoy yourself my dear?" Baba now took control of the conversation.

"This was the most sexually liberating experience of my life. Before meeting Amaro I'd never been with a black man, had multiple partners or anal sex. Tonight was incredible." Carey gushed.

"So you would come back to be with us again?" Baba smiled knowing that the gorgeous white woman had already become one of them.

"Anytime, anyplace I belong to this group of men Baba." Carey admitted.

"There are certain requirements that the other maidens will explain to you. These requirements will strengthen your bond with us and confirm your dedication to the Quilomba way of life. You are an Anglo woman today but that will fade over time and you will become a concubine to our tribe. This is the first step." Baba stated as Amaro wrapped a gold necklace around Carey's supple neck.

"I'm honored you think me worthy of being one of your concubines. Before I met you I never thought that I could be this . . . well, submissive to another man. That's just not the relationship I have with my husband." Carey was surprised at her feelings and that she had so expressed them with such ease. 

"Some of these requirements are more than wearing a necklace and getting tattoos. You have to be ready to place us first, we are your lovers now. We're not asking you to leave your husband. From what I have heard he is a nice person. But when we call you must answer." Cesar added.

"I've already made that commitment to Amaro. That first time . . . he broke me and I couldn't wait to be with him again. Even after I had seen him with Lis he had me. Now that I've experienced this tonight . . . all these gorgeous sexually superior men, I would be just as dedicated to any of you as I would be to Amaro." Carey was allowing herself to seem a complete slave because it was what the men wanted but also because it was how she truly felt.

They drove in silence for a few minutes. Lis' car was comfortable but they had the heat on full because the women were still wet with sweat and cum from the workout and they didn't want to catch a cold.

"You poured it on a little heavy with the three studs." Lis smiled over a Carey as she drove.

"I guess. I don't know, it just came out." Carey replied staring at the dark road ahead.

"You should have heard my surrender speech. It was twice as subservient as yours. I'm quite the actress at times." Lis said.

"Actress?" Carey came back with a giggle.

"Okay, okay I meant every word of it. Just like you." Lis admitted with a smirk.

"God they got me good tonight Lis. It was just the icing on the cake after Amaro. I can't believe that I joined in this orgy. It just felt so good to be with all those men. They made being a member of this club a very easy choice." Carey let her body sink into the car seat.

"Well not so fast. You have another big step to take before the brands go onto that body of yours." Lis added referring to the tattoos that were just above her genitals and on her left breast.

"Oh Lis what am I going to do about Denny. We're through and it's going to be horrible." Carey turned her head towards her friend.

"He'll be fine and so will the two of you. He's as docile as Jon and Amaro can spot a couple like the two of you or Jon and I. He's an expert." Lis told her friend.

"What kind of couple?" Carey gave Lis her classic I'm perturbed look.

"Carey I don't want to make us out to be something we're not but have you ever heard someone say something like, 'Geez Jon or Denny sure married a beautiful woman.' Or 'How did you ever get such a gorgeous woman to fall for you?' Lis asked.

"Just compliments Lis that's all." Carey replied.

"How many passes have you had to push away when you've been out with Denny?" Lis kept up.

"Oh I don't know. Is it that important?" Carey weakened her stance a bit.

Look we're not goddesses making those around us simply lucky enough to be in the presence of our grace and beauty. Please don't take it that way. Yet you know we were lucky enough to be born with certain physical attributes. We're sexy women Carey and our husbands have lived in constant fear of us succumbing to one of those passes from some big muscular guy. That's over for Jon now." Lis explained.

"Why is it over for Jon? You fuck other men like a common street whore." Carey inquired.

"Jon knows I'm not going anywhere now that I'm a maiden. Sure I'm fucking other men but he knows it's discreet and I'm coming home when they're through with me and I told you he likes to watch me." Lis told her friend.

"I don't know if Denny is that willing to share me, to be a cuckold." Carey replied.

"I think he's more than ready. Look, you mentioned that he has to at least be suspicious right?" Lis asked.

"The way I was dressed to go out with a man who looks like Amaro and then the conversation the two of them had about dancing that had enough innuendos in it to let my husband know the position Amaro was going to fuck me in. I'd say he's more than suspicious." Carey said.

"So when you get home continue the process Amaro started. Don't let him fuck you but get him to go down on you." Lis advised.

"Lis remember we're both up about a quart of black stud cream. Denny will be swimming with sperm." Carey chuckled.

"As soon as he tastes it he'll accept what's happened and continue to eat you, in fact he'll make you cum. I guarantee it. More importantly once it's explained to him that you still love him and that you are just seeking to make yourself whole as a woman by making yourself available to a group of men that satisfy you in a way he can't he'll be just fine." Lis explained.

"That'll be more than a blow to the ego. It'll crush him." Carey replied.

"Of course it will. It's what he craves and if it's done right it'll turn him on. Don't worry. Amaro will handle it like the superior matador he's always been. Let me tell you that when Amaro put the final sword into Jon's back and my husband surrendered pleading with me to take off my clothes so that he could watch me take a fucking from Amaro it was so sexually intense that I had an orgasm before I was even touched." Lis admitted just as she pulled her car into Carey's driveway.