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

   If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here,
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these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

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off. _________________________________ The Girl From Ipanema (MF, oral,
anal, herm) (C)Copyright 2003 - Shakes Peer2B
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   My first time in Rio!  I just HAD to check out the beaches at Ipanema. I
strolled down Rua Vin'cius de Morais, stopping to have a drink at the bar
where the street's namesake had written the lyrics to the song that had
tugged at the heartstrings of every lovesick young man in my high school. I
know there were other versions, but the only one I ever listened to was by
Stan Getz and Astrud Gilberto.  Who could resist that softly accented voice
that sounded like it might belong to the very girl about whom the song was
written?

   I doubt if the Garota de Ipanema is much like the former Velloso bar
where de Morais did his writing.  Nonetheless, it was a thrill just to see
such legendary places.  I finished my drink (some fruity tasting something
or other) staring around the bar like a tourist (Imagine that!).  That
drink was a bit stronger than its fruit punch flavor had led me to believe,
and I felt a little light-headed as I exited the Garota.

   Since it was the middle of the week and before the start of the season,
after crossing the Av.  Vieira Souto and politely fending off a few beach
vendors, I had little trouble finding a spot near the water to spread my
towel.  I was applying the finishing touches to my sunblock, trying to use
the back of my hand to reach those hard-to-get-at places on my back, when I
saw her.

   'Tall and tan and young and lovely...' I sang under my breath as she
strolled down the beach from the east.  The one-piece suit was a little
conservative for Rio, but still left little to the imagination.

   Like the poor guy in the song, I was smitten.  I smiled, hopefully, at
her mirrored sunglasses.  Unlike the girl in the song, however, she smiled
back.  She smiled back!

   "You look like you could use some help there." Her exotically accented
English wafted across the few feet of sand separating us.

   Who was I to argue?  "Uh, yeah!  Thanks!"

   'You're so smooth!' I chastised myself as I handed her the tube of
waterproof sunblock.

   "North American?" she asked, as her nimble fingers spread the lotion on
the spots that I'd missed.

   "Uh, yeah.  How'd you know?" I was really being suave today!

   She showed me the label on the sunblock I'd brought with me without
speaking.  Of course.

   "Are you from around here?" I asked

   "I've lived in Rio de Janeiro all my life," she replied, "but I went to
school in the States - UCLA.  Now I live here in Ipanema.  I find people
here to be, shall we say, a bit more open minded."

   "What do you do here?"

   "I have a specialty medical practice." She finished her ministrations
and turned me around with gentle pressure of her deeply tanned hands on my
shoulders.

   "Oh?  What specialty?" My curiosity was finally helping me forget my
earlier clumsiness.

   She smiled indulgently before replying, "I suspect you would be shocked
if I told you."

   My curiosity was really aroused now.  "Ok.  Then shock me!"

   She gave a little shrug.  "I help men, and sometimes women, change their
sex."

   "Really!" I was a little surprised, but I wouldn't say shocked.  Trying
to be nonchalant, I made a little joke.  "So, do you practice on yourself?"

   She didn't smile when she replied, "No, I have no need to change."

   "Look, this is my first time in Rio." I changed the subject, "If you
have some time, would you mind showing me some of the sights?"

   She smiled, showing brilliant white teeth against the dark brown of her
face.  "You mean other than myself?"

   I must have blushed, and she took pity on me.  "I don't mind.  I like it
when men find me attractive.  That was one of the things I found so
disconcerting about the States.  All the pretty women dressed to kill, but
they would get so upset if someone to whom they weren't attracted stared.
It's not something you can turn on and off, for God's sake!  If you're
beautiful, all men, and some women, will look.  It is the way things should
be."

   She seated herself gracefully on my towel and patted the space beside
her.  "Let us get to know each other a bit, then I will tell you my
decision."

   It wasn't exactly a command, but it brooked no argument.  I sat.

   The ocean breeze kept blowing her long, straight black hair into my
face, and after a while, we both stopped trying to keep it under control.
It smelled faintly of fruit and flowers and something darker, more feral. I
found myself trying to hide the tent in my swimsuit.

   She thrust a long, slender hand in my direction.  "I am Silvia."

   "Uh, Mark!" I stuck my own paw out, trying not to crush her more
delicate one.  I needn't have worried.  She returned my handshake with a
good, firm grip.

   "Nice to meet you, Mark!"

   "Same here!  Uh, I mean, nice to meet YOU, Silvia."

   She pulled at her hand and I reluctantly let it slip from my grasp.

   "Mark?  You know that a lot of gay people come to Rio?" Her gaze shifted
to my face as I nodded, "So, how do you feel about that?"

   I was a bit surprised by the question, but she had said she wanted to
get to know me, maybe this was her way of testing me.  "About gay people?
Or about their presence here?"

   "Both." strangely, she didn't smile.

   "I'm not gay myself, so I can't pretend to understand people who are," I
was digging deep to find my own truth about a question I'd never tried to
answer for myself, "but I'm kind of a 'live and let live' sort of person.
As far as I'm concerned, for anything not related to sex, a gay person is
just a person.  As for sex, well, I guess what consenting adults do is up
to them, as long as they're not trying to force their preferences on
someone else."

   "As for their presence here in Rio?" I drew my brows together and
shrugged, "So what?"

   "Tell me, Mark," she prodded playfully, "would you ever have sex with
another man?"

   I REALLY had to think about that one.  "I don't know, Silvia.  I mean
I've been adventurous enough in my sex life to know that anal penetration
can be sexy as hell, but there are certain aspects of male-male sex that my
social conditioning would make really hard to take."

   "Such as?"

   "Well, kissing, for instance." I was struggling, and at the same time
wondering if all Brazilians talked this way with people they just met.  "I
mean, I don't know why, but I could imagine myself being fucked by a man,
and even sucking his dick, without too much trouble, especially if there
were a woman present, but for some reason I can't see myself kissing a guy
the way I would a woman.  Then there's all that stubble and body hair."

   "What about letting a woman fuck you," she asked, "with a big dildo?"

   "Hmmm.  Now that thought turns me on big time!" It did, too.  My cock
was once again pitching a tent in my shorts.

   Silvia laughed at the vehemence of my response.  "But wouldn't a warm,
flesh and blood cock feel better than a cold, plastic dildo?"

   "Probably," I smiled at her amusement "and if it were on a woman - now
that would be ideal!  A woman who could give as good as she got?  Yeah, I
could go for that!"

   I thought I was joking, but Silvia suddenly changed the subject,
shifting uncomfortably on the towel.  "How long are you in my beautiful
city, Mark?"

   "Well, my return flight is in a couple of days," I lied, just in case
things didn't work out for us, "but for the right incentives I could
probably reschedule."

   "Where are you staying?"

   I told her my hotel and she smiled.  "Why don't I see you there tonight,
and I will show you around Rio de Janeiro!  We will visit some places where
straight people go and some places where gay people go and see where we
have more fun!"

   I was still puzzled about the line of her questions, so I said, "I'd
love to go out with you, but I'm curious about why you asked so many
questions about my attitudes about gay people and gay sex."

   She flashed those brilliant white teeth again and kissed me on the
cheek. "Partly because it would help me decide where to take you tonight,
and partly for reasons of my own.  Later, I may be comfortable enough with
you to share those reasons."

   We had a wonderful time.  Silvia seemed quite well known and well liked
at all the places where we ate, drank and danced.  Surprisingly, I didn't
get more than a little tipsy because I seldom had time to finish a drink.
Silvia was a whirlwind.  She laughed, she joked, she danced with me and
several other men and women.  By the time we stumbled into the lobby of my
hotel, laughing our heads off about something the bartender had said as we
left the last place, I was sure I was in love.

   I kissed her gently on the mouth while we waited for the elevator and
she responded by pressing her body to mine and passionately returning my
kiss.  I didn't have to ask if she wanted to come up - she practically
forced me into the elevator, never losing contact with my lips or body. 
The kiss continued all the way to my floor, with our hands running over
each other's bodies, reading our lust like Braille.

   The physics of getting the room key out and the door opened with a hot
Brazilian woman wrapped around me were difficult, but somehow I managed,
kicking the door shut as I carried the dark-skinned beauty to my freshly
made bed.

   I fell on top of her, supporting most of my weight on knees and elbows,
and slipped the spaghetti straps of her dress off her shoulders as I kissed
and nibbled on an ear.  She moaned and squirmed beneath me as I bit my way
down the curve of her neck and kissed the tender flesh at the top of her
bulging breast where it met her shoulder.  I kissed and sucked my way
toward the tantalizing tip of the orb, pulling the fabric of her dress just
ahead of my greedy mouth.  She growled as she used a double-handful of my
hair to grind my mouth into her succulent fruit.  I followed the fabric
past her chocolate nipple into the pale bikini shadow at the bottom of the
luscious globe, nipping here and there, digging with my tongue, then
gliding back upward.  I circled the prize, nibbling, sucking, kissing,
licking, spiraling inward, drawing ever closer.

   Silvia moaned and held my head gently between her palms, not guiding,
just cradling.  When I reached the edge of her aureola, I swooped, gulping
the entire nubbin and its chocolate base deep into the vacuum of my mouth.
Her breast elongated and at least half of it disappeared between my lips. I
slowly let it out, swabbing it with my tongue as it slid deliciously from
my mouth.  When only the nipple remained, I bit - hard enough to draw a cry
of surprise but cause no real pain.  Silvia's body went rigid for an
instant.

   I suckled and worked that breast for several minutes then moved to the
other, covering the spit-slicked mound with my palm to keep it from getting
cold.

   I kneaded the right breast with my hand while devouring the left.  At
one point, I pushed them together and took both nipples into my mouth,
nipping, sucking, and tonguing them as Silvia cried out in Portuguese and
twisted my head from side to side.

   I really enjoyed Silvia's breasts, but it was time to move on.  I pulled
the dress lower and started kissing down the deeply tanned abdomen, but
when I made to run my hand up under her skirt, her movements took on the
flavor of panic rather than passion, as she pushed at me and desperately
held my hand.

   I'm not a rapist, so I backed off, despite the haze of my own passion.
"Wha?..."

   Silvia quickly slid from under me and stood beside the bed, panting, her
hair in disarray, dress around her hips.  She made no move to cover her
heaving breasts, but held both arms straight out between us, palms toward
me.  "Wait, Mark!  Please!?"

   I was confused, and began to wonder if I had been set up for a rape
charge or blackmail.

   "I like you, Mark." Silvia rasped, "I like you a lot, and I want to
continue what we've started.  There is something, first, that you need to
know about me."

   I just raised my eyebrows in question.

   "Please, Mark," Silvia pleaded, "just sit there and let me show you...?"

   "Show me what?" I was more puzzled than ever.

   Silvia held up her index finger indicating 'one moment!' and turned away
from me.

   The lithe beauty dropped her dress the rest of the way to the floor,
revealing an incongruous, white, full-cut satin brief that seemed totally
out of character and inconsistent with the rest of her revealing outfit.

   She slid the brief to the floor without fanfare or seduction, but I
caught a glimpse of a dark brown rosette and moist, hair lined labia before
she straightened.

   Silvia looked over her shoulder, searching my expression.  Gone was the
beautiful, confident beach nymph, the sophisticated, popular socialite.  In
her place stood a frightened little girl.

   Slowly she turned to face me.  I was still watching her face, wondering
what had caused the change in her, so it was a few seconds before I saw it
- a large, slowly wilting erection!

   My shock must have shown, because when I raised my questioning gaze to
her face again, her eyes were glistening with tears.

   I started to say something, but I've never been good with words, and I
feared whatever I said would be the wrong thing.  I did the first thing
that came to mind.

   I leaned forward and took the purple acorn cap at the end of HER cock
into my mouth.  It sprang to full erection in seconds, twitching in my
curious mouth.

   "Oh, Mark!" Silvia sighed, caressing my face, "I SO hoped you would
understand!  You make me very happy!"

   I had a million questions running around in my head, but this didn't
seem to be the time to ask them.  Instead, when I lifted my head briefly, I
said, "I've never done this before, Silvia, you may have to guide me some."

   She laughed softly and gently replied, "You are perfect, Mark!  Just do
what you would enjoy."

   I took her now rigid shaft, much larger than my own
slightly-above-average member, in hand.  The feel was so strange; hard
underneath but soft and velvety on the surface, familiar but unfamiliar.  I
had handled my own dick so often that I never thought of how it felt any
more, but here was a new one, one I'd never touched before.  The
saliva-coated head glistened obscenely in front of my face as I opened my
mouth to engulf it once more.

   Do what I would enjoy?  I wasn't sure it would be possible with one this
size, but I was going to try.  This time when I reached for Silvia's crotch
she spread her legs in invitation.  I tongued the head of her cock as I
cupped her wrinkled scrotum, and my index finger encountered the familiar
wetness of a vagina!  My eyes HADN'T fooled me!  Ecstatic, I began trying
to see if I could swallow her throbbing pole as my finger found its way
into the swamp of her female sex.

   "Ooooooo, Mark!" Silvia's hips made miniscule thrusts at my face.

   I gagged a bit as the engorged plum hit the back of my throat, and
paused to get it under control, ignoring the fact that a large object was
being shoved into a place not meant to accept it.  My eyes teared and my
throat convulsed a time or two, but I stuck it out and soon was able to
continue my journey.  It took several minutes, and several more convulsive
spasms before I finally achieved my objective.  My nose was buried in
black, curly pubic hair that smelled just like the hair that had blown in
my face on the beach.  Suddenly I knew what the darker scent was.  It was
growing stronger with every moment of Silvia's arousal.  It filled my head
with a fog that hid the rest of the world while bringing the here and now
into crystal clarity.

   Slowly, I withdrew down the length of Silvia's pulsating cock, loving it
with my tongue and lips as I went, straining my jaws to keep my teeth from
scraping.  I hyperventilated like a free-diver while suckling the purple
head of Silvia's circumcised shaft.  This time, I made one long plunge to
its base, simultaneously spearing two fingers deep into her girl-cleft,
delighted to find the little rough patch that marked the location of her
G-spot.

   Silvia's hips involuntarily rose to meet me, and when I touched down, I
rolled my head from side to side, emitting a guttural moan.  The vibrations
elicited an excited gasp from my exotic lover and caused her to push my
head closer to her pelvis.

   Three more times I rose and fell on the rod that, for the moment, was
the center of my universe.  Finally, I thought I was ready.

   I backed completely off of Silvia's dick, a small string of saliva still
connecting it to my lips, and said, "Fuck me Silvia!  Fuck my face! 
Masturbate with my head!  Use my throat like you're going to use my ass!"

   "Oh, Mark!" was all she said before taking a double handful of my hair
and pulling me violently down on her shaft.

   I was surprised, even though I had asked for it, and it took me a few
strokes to get the rhythm of breathing in on the withdrawal, and out on the
insertion.  I thought for a moment I was going to suffocate.  I eventually
got myself under control, and grabbed a handful of tight, swimsuit-shadowed
ass, pulling and pushing to aid Silvia's thrusting.  At the same time, I
plunged a third finger into the miasma of her flowing pussy and digitally
ravaged her tunnel as she was doing my mouth.

   It didn't take long.  Silvia raised onto her toes, the muscles outlined
in her straining legs and I felt the length of her cock pulse in my mouth
and throat.  I would like to say I felt her discharge, but I didn't.  No
matter, my imagination provided the image of her white sticky fluid
shooting directly into my belly, and I came in my trousers without ever
touching my dick.  I pulled back and the second wave filled my mouth.  The
salty, faintly bitter, slightly sweet taste was not unpleasant, just sort
of bland.  I didn't care, the taste was not important.  It was the idea
that a beautiful WOMAN was shooting a load of cum into my mouth from the
end of her large COCK that blew me away!  My pants continued to fill with
my discharge!

   Finally Silvia forcibly removed my head from her over-sensitive organ,
and collapsed on my bed, moaning, "Oh God, Mark!  Are you sure you've never
done that before?"

   I lay down beside her, crosswise on the bed, and smiled, licking the
last little bit of her cum from my lips.  "I'm sure Silvia.  You said to do
what I would enjoy, so I tried.  It was slow going at first, but I figured
if anybody did that stuff to me, I'd REALLY enjoy it!"

   She caressed my face with her fingertips and husked, "Oh, Mark.  You
were wonderful!  I was so afraid you would be frightened of me or angry
with me when you found out what I really am!"

   I smiled a bit.  "I was only half-joking this afternoon on the beach. 
It's been a fantasy of mine for a long time to meet a beautiful woman with
a big cock.  I never really thought it would happen!  The wonderful part of
it is that I was falling in love with you BEFORE I knew this about you!"

   "Love?" a cloud came over her face.  "Let's not talk about love just
now, Mark.  I am a very different person than any you've known.  You may
find that my differences are not so wonderful after a while."

   I thought about that for a bit.  I had been in relationships like that -
once with a black woman, another time a lovely Chinese lady.  Both times
the cultural/ideological differences had finally pulled us apart.

   I nodded at Silvia, "That's a strong possibility, Silvia, and I won't
try to promise something I may not be able to deliver.  What I will promise
is that I will never intentionally treat you with disrespect.  Beyond that,
hey, I know there's a risk of broken hearts, but there's also a chance to
gain something wonderful.  Will you throw that away to avoid taking the
risk?"

   Silvia stared at me with tears in her eyes and didn't answer.

   "You are a lovely, well liked and respected woman," I continued, "but
despite all that, I think you are lonely.  Will you let me try to change
that?"

   Silvia sobbed into her hands.  "You don't know what it's like!  I AM a
woman!  But I was born with sex organs for both man and woman and I can't
deny myself the pleasure of using them both just because I'm only supposed
to have one!  I'm a HETEROSEXUAL woman!  I like men.  I like to be fucked
like a woman!  I like to be treated like a woman!  But the cock is there!
It's not going away!"

   Her brown, tear-stained face emerged from her hands to glare balefully
at me.  "When I show people what I am, I know I'm going to get one of four
reactions: About half either leave or curse me soundly then leave. 
Occasionally, my prospective lover will try to beat me up, but I'm not
stupid, I'm a black belt in Karate.  Of those who are willing to stick
around for a while, most just want me as a woman, and try to ignore this
huge clitoris here.  A few, like yourself, see me as the fulfillment of
some wild fantasy.  I am much more than that!  I have a heart and a mind! I
am respected in my community and in my profession!"
"You're forgetting something, Silvia." I replied softly, laying a hand
on her bare shoulder, "I fell for you BEFORE I saw your cock.  That hasn't
changed.  Yes, you ARE the fulfillment of a fantasy of mine, I'm not going
to pretend otherwise any more than I'm going to pretend you don't have a
dick.  You are also the lovely, vivacious, lady who rescued me from my own
clumsiness and my boredom at the beach today.  You are the shining star of
the Ipanema club scene.  Those people may not be in love with you, but it
was plain to me that they love you!  What else you are, I have yet to

discover for myself but I want to know all of you."

   I racked my brain for the right words and prayed, for once in my life,
to deliver them well.  "Silvia, if you had been 'just' a woman, I would
have seen you as a sex object, and a stunning one at that, but that would
not have prevented me from seeing and wanting to get to know the rest of
you!  We're all complex people, and frankly I despise people who pretend
that sex is not part of who they are, almost as much as I despise those who
see only a person's sexual attributes.  I see your cock.  Hell, how could I
miss it?  But I see much more, and want to get to know all of you."

   Silvia smiled wanly in my direction.  "You are a strange man, Mark!"

   I shrugged, "Yeah, but that's not ALL I am!"

   The bronze beauty laughed and wiped the tears from her face, smearing
her mascara sideways across her cheeks.

   I took the corner of the rumpled sheet and wiped away the smears along
with the remainder of her tears.

   "So what's next?" Silvia asked meekly.

   "What's next," I replied, smiling "is that we make love however you
want. You can be a man or a woman, or a woman loving a man like a man
that's your gift and your choice."

   I waited as she searched my expression for hidden meanings.

   "Make love to me, Mark," she whispered, "please?"

   I kissed her tenderly, my hands roaming her body, searching out the
hidden erotic zones and cataloguing them.  As I trailed kisses down her
neck I gently pushed Silvia's pliant body onto her stomach.  She looked
questioningly at me, but I just smiled.  I swept the long black hair from
her neck and kissed its nape, biting gently.  Her body shivered at the
touch of my teeth.  Slowly, methodically, I worked my way down her back,
moving my mouth from side to side, kissing, licking, and nipping every
square inch of brown, quivering flesh.

   My hands roamed that flesh, finding secret places for my mouth to
explore.  Each time my searching mouth encountered a knot of muscle under
the deeply tanned skin, my tongue poked and prodded at it, massaging until
it relaxed.  For half an hour or more, I worked my way down Silvia's back.
By the time I reached the little dimples at the top of her buttocks, her
body was totally limp, except where my mouth touched, and little moans
accompanied each new ravishment of her succulent curves.  I nipped at a
tightly rounded buttock, and plunged my tongue into the valley between her
cheeks, lapping slowly downward to withdraw just short of the clean brown
star of her anus.

   I prodded her with my hands, guiding her to rise and spread her knees
wide, exposing her crotch to my wicked ministrations.  I had used this
technique on a number of women, but I wanted to love Silvia as she was, not
just as a woman, so one hand fondled her rigid cock and balls, while the
other gently parted her labia, and a probing middle finger plunged deep
into the swampy cavern between them.  At the same time, I once again licked
down her valley, now stopping squarely in the center of her twitching
rosette.

   Silvia's hips pumped at my face and she gave a soft cry as I dug inward
with my pointed tongue.  I used the same technique I used on the muscles of
her back, poking, prodding, digging until the spincter, too, began to
relax. I took my time, waiting for the tight orifice to welcome the moist
warmth of my oral digit, entering only as far as allowed.  Gradually,
accompanied by increasingly loud, guttural moans, my tongue made its way
deep into the dark iris.  This too was uncharted territory for me, but I
was determined to give this lovely, exceptional woman the most memorable
night of her life.

   My hands were not idle.  Pre-cum dripped from her urethra and I smeared
it over the throbbing shaft while plundering her vagina with three
stiffened fingers.

   Gradually, my mouth worked its way down the crease of her buttocks to
the tender flesh of her thighs.  Taking my hand from her cock, I gently
raised one leg, causing her to roll first onto her side, then onto her
back, as my mouth nibbled and sucked at the sensitive flesh of her inner
thighs.  I moved both hands to her cock as my tongue explored the orifice
recently vacated by my fingers, then sank my mouth into the crease between
thigh and abdomen, eliciting a whole body spasm akin to an electric shock.
By now, Silvia was panting like a sprinter, and groaning in arousal and
frustration.

   I gave her diamond-hard rod one long lick from scrotum to pee-hole, then
started working my way up her quivering abdomen.  I took almost as long
going up my Brazilian lover's front side as I did going down the back.  I
avoided using my mouth on her tender breasts, instead moving my hands up to
cup, fondle, and squeeze them, pinching the hard rubber nipples
rhythmically between thumb and forefinger.

   I kissed, licked, and nibbled my way across the tanned upper slopes of
the sensuous mounds, tracing her collarbone, then the curve of her neck. 
Her head was thrown back, leaving neck and throat open to any attack I
wished to visit on them, while shrieks and moans alternated coming from
deep in her throat.  Silvia tried to wrap her arms around me, but I gently
took her hands and held them above her head as I nipped my way up the line
of her jaw to her chin, and down the other side.

   This time when I kissed her, I plunged my tongue as deeply into her
mouth as it would go, and the lovely Brazilian latched onto it, as,
simultaneously, I sank my own engorged member into her welcoming pussy. 
Her thighs opened almost flat to the bed as her heels dug into my buttocks.
Silvia's throat emitted hoarse animal sounds, urging me to greater speed
and depth, but I kept to my measured pace.

   I had never felt so much in control of myself, and yet so incredibly
aroused.  I knew how this journey would end, and the anticipation kept me
rock hard within my dark-skinned lover while allowing me to keep to the
pace that would lead to that glorious end.

   Silvia's tongue battled mine, trying to draw it even deeper into her
mouth, as her nails raked my back and her hips sought to pound mine into
submission.  Somehow, as I danced with her, I anticipated each of her moves
and regulated mine to maintain the slowly increasing tempo of my thrusts,
despite her attempts force a more frenetic pace.

   She screamed vile epithets in Portuguese and pounded my shoulderblades
with her fists, but I was not to be swayed.

   I disengaged from the kiss and drew her ankles in front of me, trapping
them before my shoulders.  When I leaned down to nip at an earlobe, my
rigid pole sank even deeper into the mire of her spasming sex.  Slowly, I
withdrew, to Silvia's frustrated moan, then quickly stabbed inward to the
hilt.  The moan transformed, mid-note, into a soprano shriek.  Again and
again, I receded then plunged, going faster and faster, until Silvia's
scream rose into the ultrasonic and our hips blurred as they slammed into
each other.  I knew the edge of the precipice was near, and continued my
pounding into her willing receptacle until, with one final heave, Silvia's
pelvis raised me off the bed and held rigid as her mouth opened wide in a
silent scream.  That was the trigger for my own blast.  As the dark-haired
lady held my body suspended above the bed, I coated her insides with every
ounce of fluid in my reproductive system.

   Silvia's eyes flew open as she felt my warmth spreading within her
spasming vagina, and her hips snapped down and back up, hard, as her
climaxed re-started.

   I was beginning to fear some kind of seizure, when she finally collapsed
and lay panting beneath me.  I gently allowed her legs to straighten and
bent to kiss her, tenderly, as her tunnel twitched and clutched around my
own still dribbling shaft.

   I felt wetness as I rolled us onto our sides, and looked down to see our
torsoes covered with Silvia's own sticky discharge.

   I smiled into her sated countenance and said "No fair!"

   She looked puzzled until I explained, "You get to have two orgasms in
one!"

   She smiled and smacked my shoulder weakly with her fist.

   We lay there panting, my cock slowly wilting out of Silvia's
periodically convulsing hole, and smiled knowing smiles at each other.

   "Mark," Silvia took on a pensive look, "when you were sucking me, you
said something like 'fuck my throat like you will fuck my ass' - did you
mean that - that you want me to fuck your ass?"

   I nodded, "I have had my ass penetrated before, but not by a real cock,
nor anything as big as you are, so I'd appreciate a little time for
adjustment, but yes, I would love for you to fuck my ass."

   Silvia looked relieved.  "It has been a long time since anyone allowed
me to do that, and it was unsatisfying then."

   Her brown hands gently guided me onto my back and she raised my ankles
high in the air.  "Hold these, please?"

   Plunging two fingers deep into her still sopping female sex, she spread
the slippery fluid around my asshole then went back for more.  This time
she drove the slimy digits deep into my rectum, working them around to
transfer the lubricant.  Her cock was already back to full erection and
dripping pre-cum.  I watched, mesmerized, as her tanned fingers spread the
clear goo around the head of her cock.  Kneeling at my upturned bottom, she
pressed the purple plum to my opening.  I pushed out, she pushed in, and
much to my surprise, popped through the opening with only a small twinge of
pain.

   Once locked in, her gaze shifted to my face, and we stared enraptured at
each other's expression as she slowly buried the thick pole to the hilt in
my spasming butt.  The inner sphincter opened almost as easily as the
outer, passing her swollen glans joltingly into my colon.  I ached, but
reveled in the velvety feel of a live cock - so different from the plastic
ones I had used before.  I hadn't remembered closing my eyes, and when I
opened them and once again realized that the member that was causing such
exquisite feelings within me belonged to the lovely lady above me, I almost
came.

   Silvia withdrew until just the head was inside, tugging at the circle of
my sphincter.  She bent and laid her chocolate-tipped breasts on my chest,
plunging her tongue into my throat as she drove her pulsing cock into my
bowels.

   "There is something," she whispered, "so deliciously wicked about
fucking a man...  !"

   "And there is something," I croaked back "so fantastically erotic about
being fucked by a beautiful woman...  !"

   Silvia gazed hypnotically into my eyes as she slowly stroked my ass tube
with her velvety rod.  Suddenly she straightened, commanding, "Turn over! I
want to fuck you from behind!"

   Carefully, so as not to lose our obscene connection, I rolled onto my
side, knees still drawn toward my chest.  Before I could move further,
Silvia plunged once more into my colon, drawing groans from both of us.  In
this position, her pubic bone snuggled into the valley between my cheeks,
allowing for very deep penetration, while the angle created totally new
sensations for both of us.  My lovely Brazilian lover fucked me in this
position for several minutes, enjoying the novelty of it, until the
difficulty of stroking while sitting on her heels prompted her to have me
get on my hands and knees.

   As soon as I was in position, Silvia draped herself over my back, her
breasts flattening deliciously against my shoulder blades.  She nibbled at
my earlobes and the back of my neck and played with my erect nipples as she
resumed her luxurious thrusting into my welcoming interior.

   One long, elegant hand stroked my revived erection as her thrusts
increased in speed and power.  The intimate feel of her breath on the back
of my neck, and the velvet covered warmth of her dick were magical.  I
could feel the softly rounded bowl of her abdomen colliding with my
buttocks on each penetration, while my guts rearranged themselves to make
room for her still-growing tumescence.  Each thrust brought a double jolt
as the smooth purple head of Silvia's cock first bumped across my prostate,
then invaded the sphincter to my colon.

   Once again muttering in Portuguese, the lusty Brazilian began pounding
into me, her thrusts causing my rock-hard cock to piston in and out of her
greasy fist, slimy with the combined juices of our previous fuck and my
precum.

   I was grunting like a pig enjoying a muddy wallow as Silvia raised off
her knees onto bent legs and started slam-fucking my eager, abused ass. 
She lifted off my back but her erect nipples occasionally brushed trails of
fire across my shoulders as they swung from side to side.

   Her breath and her strokes quickened, and she crashed violently into my
ass, three, four, five times, before coming to rest, my buttocks flattened
against her brown little belly.  Her erupting cock pulsated deep inside me,
and as, for the first time in my life, I felt another person cumming in my
ass, I too came.  I was so depleted from my earlier ejaculations that all I
could manage was a few watery spurts, but my body felt like Mt.  Vesuvius
going off.

   I cannot adequately describe how - WANTED - I felt when this incredibly
gorgeous Brazilian lady ejaculated into my quivering rectum.

   I still feel the same way, now, on our tenth anniversary, as I lie here
with cum leaking out of my ass, struggling to pull up my underwear while my
beautiful lover tucks herself in and goes to unlock the bedroom door.

   All arms and legs and flying hair, our nine year old daughter bursts
into the room and leaps onto the bed, carrying a chidren's story book. 
"Hi, Papa!  Can I read to you and Mama?!"

   "Of course you can, Astrid!" I beam.

   Suddenly, she wrinkles her nose as Silvia raises the covers to get back
into her side of the bed.  "Have you two been doing nasty things in here
again?"

   Silvia and I laugh.  My lovely wife brushes hair from our daughter's
face and admonishes, "Now what have we told you about that?!"

   "I know, Mama," she makes a face, "'If two people love each other, it's
beautiful, not nasty!'"

   Her little brown nose wrinkles up again as a mischievous smile lights
her face, "But it sure SMELLS nasty!"

   "So what are we going to read tonight?" I change the subject.

   Astrid settles herself on the pillows between us, opening the book to a
preselected page.  "This one!"

   Then, just as suddenly, the brown haired waif is gone, her voice wafting
across the room as she disappears into the bathroom.  "Wait!  I have to
pee!"

   Silvia and I watch her reflection through the bathroom mirror in
amusement, as the pajama bottoms bunch around her ankles.  The Sponge Bob
undies, however, only get pulled down in front as Astrid stands before the
toilet.

   The sound of a healthy stream entering the bowl accompanies her cry of,
"I'll be right back!"