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Another Dutch Treat
By
Jan
When I turned fifteen I had finished public school. I had inherited a little money and I had saved up some money working part time. I got a passport and simply told my parents I wanted to go on a holiday in southern France, but in reality I bought a ticket to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
I had planned everything on the internet. I knew that I was arriving during one of their biggest Festivals. Because I wanted to get by as cheaply as possible I looked for a hotel as close to the center of town as I could with the cheapest rates.
When I landed at the airport I took a cab to the hotel. The driver looked like a local Indian, and he was smoking up the car interior, and talking in a mix of Portuguese and English. He expressed concern about a young girl like me going to a hotel in that part of town. I told him that it was all that I could afford.
When I carried my canvas luggage into the lobby I could tell that this hotel had been a classy hotel fifty or sixty years ago, but it had become rather shabby over the years. The carpets were threadbare and smelled moldy. The people hanging around the lobby looked seedy too. The men were old and wearing shabby clothes and the women were dark skinned and they looked like the kind of women I saw pictures of that worked in the Stockholm red light district. I was a little apprehensive about staying in this hotel. But I managed to get it across to the clerk that I wanted a room.
I followed the directions he was pointing to find an old metal caged open elevator that took me up to the fourth floor. I walked down the hall that smelled musty and like stale cigarette smoke, following the numbers until I found the room that matched the number on my key. When I opened the door I saw how small the room was. There was a small bathroom just inside the door and a simple bed with a single chair. At least the sheets looked clean. I placed my bag on the chair.
The next day I asked how far it was to the festival. I was directed to another part of town. I was assured it was not far. I walked past small little shops selling cheap trinkets, and saw a lot of cheap looking cantinas. I finally got to the part of town where the Festival parade was going on. I had a great time watching the parade. The women on the floats looked beautiful and were covered with brightly colored feathers. The weather was warm the air was heavy with the smell of gasoline fumes, rotting vegetation, and the fragrance of flowers. I loved the music. I was having a great time and getting in the mood to really enjoy the festival. I had come to Rio to enjoy a week of uninhibited sex with boys that I knew I would never see again.
When the parade was over and it was getting dark I started looking for someplace to have fun. I had no idea why I picked the cantina, other than I liked the neon lights out front. The entrance was dark but when I made it down the hall to the bar it was glowing in red light. The music was loud. I didn't know what kind of drink to order, but when I looked around I noticed several people drinking something with fruit with little paper umbrellas in the glasses, so I pointed at one of them. The bartender was happy to make the drink quickly enough.
I sat on the bar stool sipping on my drink. It was sweet with a lot of rum in it. A man that thought he was a player approached me, and asked me to dance in broken English. I figured he was harmless enough and got up to dance with him. He thought he was a lover, but he was more comical than anything. He was a pretty good dancer though. I wasted an hour or so dancing with him. There sure wasn't anybody else worth dancing with. Pretty soon the place began to be filled up with a lot of women that were dark skinned and had long wavy hair. I really stood out in the group, because of my pale skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. It didn't take long for the guy to realize that he was in the wrong place. The women were obviously lesbians. Hell most of them were good looking in a strange way. They were all pretty drunk and having a noisy good time. I had no idea that I had walked into a lesbian bar at all.
I was no virgin when it comes to lesbian sex. I had been having sex with several girls that were friends of mine. I just felt out of my element among these women. They were all older than me. They were also dressed a very provocatively. Their clothes were rather scanty. There was a lot of skin exposed and they all had a lot of tattoos. I never saw so many colorful birds and flowers on a person. I was just about to make a quiet exit when a tall woman that had a voluptuous figure approached me. She addressed me in her broken English, "You're the girl from the Netherlands that just checked into the hotel this morning. I saw you there."
I smiled at her while trying to leave. She grabbed my arm, "You came for the party, didn't you?"
'Yes...I'm on holiday and wanted to see the night life of Rio."
"Do you want to really party? I can show you a good time!"
I looked around at her friends nervously. How can I describe what she looked like? She was about five-feet ten in without heels on. She virtually towered over me. She had a large head framed in a wild mane hanging down the middle of her back. She had very large brown eyes, wide nose and mouth. She had bright red lipstick on her mouth. She had very little more than a bright yellow halter top and nothing more than a scarf wrapped around her waist. There was ample thigh exposed, and she was sporting a tattoo of a colorful bird with a long tail. There was a branch curling up her right side almost to her breast with red, pink and lavender flowers along with large green leaves. I found her to be very sexy in a dangerous sort of way.
She enveloped me in her arm and escorted me back to our hotel. At least in her company the local Romeos didn't try to make passes at me. She escorted me past the clerk and went right towards the rickety old elevator. As the thing passed the second floor she turned my body towards her and kissed me passionately and hard on the mouth. I tasted cigarettes and rum in her mouth.
When the elevator came to a jerking stop at the fourth floor she led me not to my room but to one a little farther down the hall. When she opened the door to her room I saw that it was no bigger than my room but she had made it her personal space. There was a pink glow in the room, and the walls were decorated with large photographs of beautiful naked women. I felt like a moth caught in the web of a spider. I couldn't resist the inevitable outcome of the spider drinking all of my bodily fluids.
She pinned me against the wall of her room. I will never forget the smell of her body and her room. There was the sweet smell of flowery powders and perfumes. None of the smells were like anything I had smelled back home. The woman peeled off her clothes. While she held me with one arm and continued kissing me. I no longer tasted stale cigarettes or rum. Her tongue swabbed my mouth. I smelled whatever the stuff was on her hair that made her hair shine like it was wet. When she stopped kissing me she told me her name was Magdalena, and demanded that I tell my name!
My voiced trembled as I almost whispered, "Lisbeth."
She started to peel off what few clothes I had on. Because of the heat I had only put on enough clothes to satisfy my moral sensibilities, by that I mean I had put on light weight running shoes, hip hugger panties, light weight sports bra, tennis shorts and a thin jersey tank top, so there wasn't much to remove. I just stood there like a manikin while she undressed me.
Magdalena was definitely an alpha female. I could tell that she was used to being in a position of authority. I could picture her girlfriends groveling at her feet. I had a feeling that I better do anything she wanted.
I had come to Rio to party. I had assumed I would make some friends, dance, drink and fuck with the locals, both male and female. All fun and games, but I had not expected to run into a woman that would take total control. I figured the best thing to do was go along with the program, until I could make my way to the Dutch Embassy. I figured they could tell me where it would be safe. I had never been in a situation where I didn't feel safe, and not in control before. Here I was in a hotel that I was sure would not respond to any foreign girls cry for help no matter what language they used. I didn't speak Portuguese or Spanish, and I doubted that anyone around here spoke Dutch or German. Besides I thought this could be fun, I really didn't want to go home before I had my wild adventure.
By the time I had finished thinking about what to do she had taken all of my clothes off. The way she was looking at me was enough to send chills up and down my spine, and she and I both knew that I was at her mercy. It was a mix of fear and pure sexual stimulation.
She grabbed a handful of my blonde hair and pulled my face close to hers for another long kiss, while she used the other hand to feel my small 34-B sized breasts. Her grip was strong and almost painful. When she let go of my hair she used that had to grab me by the crotch while she continued kissing me. She rammed her fingers up my pussy and finger fucked me brutally, but it made me feel the strongest sexual rush I had ever felt. When she let go of my breast she used that hand to grab my hair again.
She stuck the wet finger of the other hand into my mouth. While I tasted my own pussy juice, she forced me to my knees. Then she pulled my head against her body, forcing my face tightly against her dark haired pussy. My face was enveloped in the musky smelling cunt of this domineering woman.
I felt like I was praying at the altar of Lesbos!
Her clitoris was jammed against my nose, and her cunt was pouring her juices into my mouth. I sucked the bodily fluids down my throat as fast as I could.
My degradation had just started. She turned her body to the wall while still clinging to my hair, and forced my face between the cheeks of her plump ass. She screamed at me to lick her asshole. I got a look at her puckered asshole before she rammed my face against her ass, and it was a darker brown ring in the valley of her butt. She demanded that I stick my tongue into her asshole. The smell of her ass filled my nose, and I actually was surprised how sweet her asshole tasted. I totally submitted to her desires. While she was making me do that, her cell phone rang.
She turned to retrieve her phone, continuing to keep a grip on my hair. She spoke in Portuguese for a short time. When she finished her conversation she returned her phone to the desk, and pulled me to her bed. She made me lie on the bed with my head near the edge of the bed. She got on top of the bed and flung her leg over my body and got on her knees over my head. She ground her pussy into my face and used both hands to pull my head up to meet her cunt. I swear my face was getting a rug burn from her coarse pubic hair. I honestly began to get the feeling that she was going to suffocate me with her cunt.
Then there was a knock on the door. She dismounted and casually walked to the door. I was terrified, but paralyzed. I was looking upside down as another woman entered the hotel room. It was hard for me to guess her age. She could have been anywhere between 16 and 22-years-old. She was also a dark skinned girl. Her hair was long enough that she could sit on it, and it was a coarse reddish brown color. Her big brown eyes looked at me with hatred in them.
I suspected that she was jealous of the fact that Magdalena had been having sex with me. She started to complain about my presence in her language I guessed.
Magdalena cut off her complaints with one quick outburst. She told her in English to either enjoy the party or get to hell out of her place. The girl cowered right away. Like her mistress she was dressed very immodestly, with hardly more than a little jersey T-top and shorts so tight that the seam was wedged into the crack of her pussy.
(I hate to use the cliché camel toe, but it does bring up a mental picture that defines the look of shorts so tight that it makes a vulva look like it is swollen and the crack is visibly divided.)
Just to make her point she slapped the girl's face hard enough that the crack of her hand on the left side of the girl's face sounded like a whip cracking. Tears welled up in the girl's eyes instantly. A simple command from Magdalena, and the girl pulled the T-top over her head. The thick dark hair cascaded through the neck and returned down her Back. She didn't have breasts much larger than my own, but her areolas and nipples were large and chocolate brown. Her skin color reminded me of coffee with a generous amount of creamer.
The other girl struggled to unbutton the top of her shorts. When she pulled the zipper tab up the strain on the zipper was enough to pull the zipper down. She struggled to pull the shorts down over her hips. I couldn't help notice that on her left hip and thigh was a huge very detailed tattoo portrait of Magdalena including her monstrous breasts. It was obvious that was her declaration of her love for her mistress. I'm sure she looked upon me a threat for the affections of her lover.
Magdalena was fully in charge of the action. She made the girl eat my pussy while she sat on my face, rubbing her cunt and asshole all over my face. I can't begin to describe what it felt like to be used like that. My face was rubbed raw my her pubic hair, and the girl ate my pussy with a vengeance, as if she wanted to actually bite me for coming between her and her mistress.
No one said anything about my fate but I knew that there was no escape until she was finished with me. I ate pussy and tongue fucked both of their assholes until they eventually fell asleep.
In the morning they finally allowed me to retreat to my hotel room. I showered as quickly as I could, packed my bags, and headed for the lobby to check out. While I was paying my bill, a middle aged nun entered the lobby.
She took one look at me and knew that I didn't belong in this hotel. She approached me and quickly discovered that the only language that we could communicate with each other in was English.
She suspected that I had been raped, but I assured her that I had come to Rio to party, and had actually enjoyed the company of two attractive women last night. Not being Catholic I figured that would shock her enough to leave me alone. On the contrary she gave me a knowing smile.
"I'm sure that your family wouldn't approve of you hanging out in a hotel full of degenerates. In this place you were lucky not to have been kidnapped and sold into prostitution. The pimps would love to get their hands on a young blonde like you. In the brothels around here you could expect to be fucked as much as thirty times a day. You would be lucky if the drunks didn't beat you until your mother wouldn't recognize your face!" Her casual statement of what could happen to me was chilling.
While we were talking Magdalena and her girlfriend came off the elevator. The nun could tell by my reaction that they were the ones that I had partied with. She seemed to know them. There was some appraising looks passed between them as they passed us. The nun casually mentioned, "I think you had better accompany me until we are out of this section of town."
I didn't need to be asked twice. I gathered up my canvas bags and walked out of the place with her.
As we were walking up the street she asked me if I had a place to stay. I was at a loss for words. She invited me to stay at the nunnery for the duration of my stay in Rio. I was reluctant to take her up on her offer, because I wanted to party with the locals as much as I could. I was sure that staying in a nunnery would cramp my style. She had a wide smile on her face as she looked me in the eye.
"I'm sure that you would enjoy the company of our nuns and novices at the nunnery!"
If I was not mistaken she was implying that there would be plenty of women and girls interested in the same kind of sex that I was into. I figured that it couldn't hurt to spend a night there, so I accompanied her to the nunnery.
I was impressed by the high walls covered with red flowers of bougainvillea bushes covering the walls. We approached a recessed arch with an old wooden door. She rang the bell and when the door opened I saw that it was a four inch thick door. She was greeted by a little old Carmelite nun with a heavy ring of keys hanging from her waist. We were escorted to a spacious gathering room where there were a number of nuns and novices casually reading in relative quiet.
When we entered all eyes were on us. The Mother Superior announced, "Ladies I have invited this young lady visitor from the Netherlands to spend a little time of her holiday with us."
Of course there was a young novice that had to ask where the Netherlands was. The Mother Superior smiled before she said, "Holland, my dear is north of Belgium, west of Germany, on the North Sea."
The young girl smiled because she felt a little embarrassed at her ignorance about geography.
All of the nuns gathered around us to greet me and welcome me to their nunnery. It is not that uncommon for Northern Europeans to visit Rio, but just the same the women of this nunnery don't get to meet that many true blonde females with pale skin. I was a true oddity. We had to rely on English to communicate with each other. The nuns and novices that didn't speak English had to wait for a translation. I had to explain that I was on a holiday, and had come to Rio to party at the Carnival. They were all thrilled to tell me all about the Carnival.
The novices were very curious about the fact that I was traveling without a chaperon. These girls came from a culture where respectable young girls were not even allowed to date without a mature woman accompanying them to insure that that there was no inappropriate behavior. Of course to be honest the poor families often sell or rely on the income derived from girls working in prostitution.
The Mother Superior accompanied me as I was escorted to one of the little rooms reserved for nuns to live in. It was a simple room designed to take advantage of any breeze to cool the room, while the window to the room took advantage of sunlight from the north, at the same time privacy was insured. The room only had a little cot that looked like it was hundreds of years old. The only other furniture consisted of a little wardrobe, small desk and simple wooden chair. There was no bathroom. If she had to relieve herself during the night there was a simple porcelain chamber pot. To use it she would have to remove the lid and squat over it to relieve herself.
My impression was that it looked like a jail. I simply sat my luggage on the floor and relaxed on the narrow cot until I was summoned for a meal. I had deliberately left the door open just to reduce the feeling of being in a prison cell.
The Mother Superior came back to my cell with a bottle of wine and two glasses in hand. She asked permission to enter. As she shut the door behind herself, I sat up and turned to face her with my feet on the floor, as she sat down on the chair. She asked me if I would like a drink, of course I accepted her offer. She poured wine into the glasses before handing me one of them. She swirled the red wine around in her wine glass before smelling it. She advised me to allow the wine to breathe and enjoy the fruity aroma before tasting the wine.
We engaged in a casual conversation while we drank the wine. She wanted to know if I enjoyed lesbian sex. I assured her that I loved it. Having established that I was a lesbian she hoisted her brown robe up to show me that she had nothing on under her robe. She spread her legs to show me her hairy pussy. She was old enough that her pubic hair was turning gray. She went on to remove her cowl, exposing her short cropped gray hair. She stood up and removed her brown robe. For a woman as old as she was her breasts were surprisingly firm, oh...they sagged a little but nothing like what you would expect. I was impressed by the size of her brown areolas and nipples. I attribute her way of life to maintaining a body as fit as it was.
When she was totally naked she sat down next to me on the cot. She placed her arm around my shoulders. She used her right hand to reach across her body to feel my breasts through my jersey top. The way she felt my breasts was very gentle and thrilling. I even helped her pull my top over my head. We kissed very gently while she returned to feeling my breasts. I also took the opportunity feel her breasts and nipples too. She eventually placed her hand on my belly and shoved her hand down the front of my shorts. When her long fingers found my shaved vulva and clit I almost came in her hand.
We removed my shorts and panties before she laid me on the cot so that she could mount me much as a man would. She rubbed her hairy pussy against my cunt until I had a wet climax. Having satisfied herself that I had cum she turned around so that we could suck each other's pussy. While she was sucking my pussy she instituted tickling my asshole with her fingers. That was all I needed to inspire me to stick my fingers into her asshole. By the time we had another climax we were sweating profusely.
While we were getting dressed there was a knock on my door. When I opened the door one of those sweet young novices was standing there. She was there to invite me to the afternoon meal. I'm sure she noticed just how sweaty we were and how disheveled our raiment was.
The Mother Superior walked the two of us to the dining hall with her hands resting on our butts. After the meal the Mother Superior suggested that she and a couple of the novices change clothes and escort me to the parade that evening to see to it that I didn't get into trouble.
The novices were thrilled at the prospect of going to the carnival in civilian clothes. They rushed to their cells to change clothes. When they gathered in the hall they looked like most of the peasant girls on the street. Counting the Mother Superior there were a total of six of us. We were like children. We roamed from vendor to vendor. The almost nudity of all of the parade partisans was very exciting to see. The floats were colorful and looked like a fantasy vision. Everyone was dancing in the street. We were dancing to salsa music, and I have to say it was very erotic. We would straddle the leg of our partner and rub our pussies against their thighs, or rub our tits against the chest or back of our partners. It was virtually masturbating in public. In fact I witnessed some couples actually fucking in public. We roamed the streets until late into the night.
The Mother Superior eventually announced that it was time to return to the convent. We made our way back through all of the drunken revelers to the convent. When we were admitted back inside the novices all ran to change back into their novice habits while the Mother Superior led me to her chambers.
I was impressed by the old world opulence of her chambers. Her library had a large collection of books to select from. The carpets and drapes were very plush. She had an office fit for royalty.
As soon as the girls joined us in her office she insisted that each of us confess our sins to her. One by one the young novices knelt before the Mother Superior and each one confessed their sins. When it was my turn I went along with the game and knelt before her and confessed how much I had desired to actually make love to all of those lovely models taking part in the parade.
The Mother Superior instructed each of us to say five 'Our Fathers' and five 'Hail Maries' and submit true acts of contrition.
I couldn't understand the looks of glee on the novice's faces as we knelt before the statue of St. Mary and started reciting in unison:
"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."
Five times followed by five:
Hail Mary, Full of Grace, The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of death.
When they finished they lined up and one by one they lifted their habits to reveal their naked butts and prostrated themselves across the oak desk to receive five hard blows across their butts with a paddle. I followed them too. The spanking brought tears to my eyes. When she finished I grabbed my butt with both hands and rubbed the inflamed flesh, but it wasn't over yet.
The Mother Superior led us into her bedroom, which was just as impressive as her office. Everyone removed their robes, including the Mother Superior. She produced a strap-on dildo, which she stepped into and fastened tightly around her hips.
All of the novices and I positioned ourselves around the side of her bed and prepared to receive the dildo in the backdoor. When she was finished fucking our butts, we all relieved the pain by licking each other's assholes. Eventually the novices were dismissed.
They filed out of her quarters. I was told that they would return to their cells to await the pleasure of the other nuns. I was told to get in bed without question. It was a very enjoyable night of sucking tits, pussies and assholes.
It was not only enjoyable it didn't cost me anything. I got to party the rest of the week, and enjoy all of the sex I could handle. When my holiday was over I was given an escort to the airport. There were a lot of tears and kissing before I boarded the plane home. I got a lot of rest on the way home, and relived all of the sex. I was truly ready for higher education.
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