Hot Brazilian Nights

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Hot Brazilian Nights

By

Jan

It was certainly a big cultural shock for a teenager that was the product of the union a Korean mother with a PhD biologist. Her father was a Polish national of German descent who had met his wife in the United States while getting his degree in dentistry. Gabrielle had been raised in the U.S. and in Europe. Her mother got a job with the United Nations to do a study on the possible effects on the flora and fauna of the Brazilian flood plain if dames we built on the tributaries of the Amazon River. The job involved a move to Brazil.

Arrangements had been made for them to rent a villa near a small town called Manauus. Mother's contract was for four years so daddy has set up a privately owned clinic. Before they moved Gabrielle took an advanced introduction course in Portuguese during her last school semester. She already had some Spanish so she a leg up on the new language so to speak.

It is worth noting at this time that Gabrielle's hair is blonde like her Polish aunt and her eyes are blue like her dad's. She was very petite and slim, much like her mother. Most of her Polish cousins seem to have big bones compare to her. Her mother is from Korea but her skin is unusually white for an Asian woman. The result was that she looked more like a German girl even down to the lack of the eye folds.

The house her daddy rented was huge like a big palace. It was an architectural mix. Her mother called it a hacienda because they use that name in some other Latin American countries. Looking at the house you can find influence of many different architecture types from a Spanish, Alhambra Arabic style to Italian Venetian style. The only modern contribution is the installation of electricity and an electronic security system that surrounds the estate. It was in stark contrast to the homes around the villa.

Gabrielle was to learn from the present owner that it had been built in the 18th century when fortunes had been built rapidly. The house was built by a Portuguese slave trader as part of the plantation. African slave labor was the source of everything that happened there. One of the owners was named Don Joao Dasilva. It is quite possible that the domestics that remain here today are probably the descendant of his exploited victims. Gabrielle felt guilty to be one of the wealthy families amid such poverty, even if her family was there to try and save the rain forest for them.

The rich non-Brazilian tourists visit the southern part of Brazil. Here in the north you rarely see North Americans or Europeans. In fact you hardly see any native Indians. The towns are filled with mostly descendants of African blacks with some Portuguese and the rest are mulatto. She learn from her Portuguese teacher that Salvador, Bahia was the most ancient city in the new world involved in slave trade and that it was the first door in the new world to open up for Africans albeit slaves.

Upon arriving they were introduced to the domestic help and workers for the propriety. There were two brothers Sergio and Paolo. They were remarkably handsome black guys that Gabrielle had her eyes on. They were built like Greek Gods. They had the builds of professional football (soccer) players with flat abdomens and strong muscular legs and arms. Gabrielle saw them far too rarely however.

The cook was about the only male around the house. Pepe was a 62-year old black man with leathery skin and hair as white as cotton balls. Gabrielle developed a relationship with him as if her were her grandfather. She found that she could talk to him and she sought him out for comfort and advice.

But the domestic that she was most impressed with was the giant of a black woman named was Miss Helena. She was the mother of Sergio and Paolo whom indeed look very much like her. She also was the mother of many other children all of whom are older now. Many went to the south for jobs in the industrial cities.

One look at her face and Gabrielle had the feeling that Helena hated their family. There was something about the severity in her face when looking at them that forewarned her of the woman's feelings toward them and all outsiders.

Olá! Meu nome é Helena. With a big voice.

Gabrielle couldn't help but notice that Miss Helena didn't look like she was simpatico towards her mother or her. She eventually learned that Miss Helena had been abandoned by every man that had impregnated her. Gabrielle couldn't help but admire her for raising all of her kids by her self without a man's help.

Pepe told her that she saw to it that her sons were always away from the villa because the last family that lived there was a German family with two daughters that had an eye for the oldest son. He had been a gifted guitar player and was allowed to give the girls guitar lessons. It was not long after the lessons started that both girls were pregnant. Their family soon packed up and went back to Germany and Helena's oldest son fled the country. It may have been because of that she suspected Gabrielle's interest in her boys.

Pepe told her that after that incident the owner saw to it that the domestic staff was mostly women.

Gabrielle found Miss Helena to be a fascinating woman. She was a very dark black woman with a nicely robust figure. Her arms were almost as big and firm as her sons. Her big hands were like a man's. That may have been due to hard work or maybe she had an exceptionally high level of male hormones. She wares large round Spanish/Mexican style ear- rings, like traditional Spanish gypsies often ware in movies. Her face was made up of huge lips and a flat nose and high cheek bones that are not uncommon among people of black African descent. She also had large shoulder and a full bosom that came from nursing so many babies. While she was an extremely large woman she still was very well proportioned. Her round face was nicely cut with beautiful whites around her coal black eyes. She wore a sober traditionally long Portuguese robe and while it gave her a respectable appearance it didn't hide part of her large unshaved legs and the fact that beneath it there was a big firm bottom.

She rarely smiled or laughed. She was always bossing the other domestics with her booming voice, telling them what to do and pushing them to work harder. Her voice is very noticeable among the other woman because it sounds almost like a baritone in its manly tone. Usually she hides her angry eyes behind big old fashioned gold wire framed, tinted glasses, much like the ones her grandfather use to wear. Clearly she was the woman in charge in the house.

Her thick skin was very black and more pronounce than the other black woman. It was as black as the blanks of her eyes. She always wore a white turban on her head that was in stark contrast with here skin color. Most blacks here in the village were much darker than the average northeastern population because they mix less with whites. In Bahia and Manaus you find a lot more mulattos who are the product of the mixture between blacks, Indians and white Portuguese.

Here is almost like the Caribbean, Haiti or Jamaica for example with the only difference being that you will find black Brazilians to be a lot taller and sexier that North American or Caribbean blacks. Gabrielle thought the blacks here display beautiful muscular bodies with little fat and good looking symmetrical faces to compliment their ebony skin. Most could trace their roots from the west cost of Angola and Nigeria. They were chosen by the Portuguese slave traders for their strong bodies and ability to work in the tropical heat where the local Indians would die in from heat stroke.

One day she was reading a book under the shade of an old tree in the back yard when she looked up in the direction of the old slave quarters and saw a beautiful mulatto standing near a small domestic house outside the villa fence. Her skin color was a beautiful golden brown and her hair was long shiny and straight. Her face, nose and lips structure were closer to European than African. She thought they call that type "morena" in Latin American countries. In Latin America every kind of type or Métis has a name contrary to North American where you are either 100% white or you are black.

The girl was washing clothes by hand. She seemed to be looking around very often as if she was afraid someone would see her before she disappeared like a mouse back into the house. It seemed as if she was trying to avoid someone.

Gabrielle was surprised that she had not met her before. She made a point to ask Pepe about her and found that at first he didn't have a clue who she was talking about until she described the girl's appearance. Then his face lit up in full recognition.

He told her that the girl really did not work her at that house. He went on to add that she had been orphaned at the age of three and that it was very sad that she could not use her tongue. She has been dump since birth and therefore really would not be much help around the house. His next statement bothered Gabrielle considerably. She was owned by Miss Helena who had adopted her at the age of twelve. Her name is Lisa.

Why had he said she owned her?

She is now about 19 which is Gabrielle's age. The poor thing had never gone to school. She works in Miss Helena's home like a domestic.

Three weeks later Gabrielle saw Miss Helena screaming at the girl. She must have done something wrong because Miss Helena seemed to be very angry. She was holding her by the hair and shaking her like a rag doll. Gabrielle saw that the girl was crying. The sun reflected in the tears streaming down her cheeks. She wanted to rush to them and beg Miss Helena to stop hurting the girl.

Miss Helena happened to look around and saw Gabrielle standing close by. She told her in her booming voice, "This girl is good for nothing. She always do things wrong. She can't even wash herself properly because she stink! Don't worry for her, she is just a dirty cadela good for nothing."

Gabrielle felt very sorry for the crying girl and angry because of the way Miss Helena was treating her. She did not know what to say to this Amazon sized woman to make her stop treating Lisa like this. Before she had time to say anything Miss Helena let go of the girl's hair and pushed her away like an unclean thing.

The girl fell to the floor as Gabrielle rushed to her and held out her hand to help her get up. She was still sobbing and her body was shaking. As soon as she was able to stand she ran to the small house with tears still running down her cheeks. She slammed the door behind her without uttering a sound.

Gabrielle was left standing in place. She was very angry with Miss Helena for the way she treated Lisa but was also afraid to confront her.

Miss Helena looked down at her from her 6-foot plus stature while smoking a cigarette and glared at Gabrielle as if she was nothing but a child. She didn't even seem to notice the anger in the girl's face as she turned her back on her and returned to the big house.

One of the other domestic women (An old skinny crone.) that had seen the event from the big house came to Gabrielle and told her not to worry about the girl. "Miss Helena is like a mother to Lisa. If she had not adopted her she would probably be working for one of the brothels near the port in Manaus".

Gabrielle got over her resentment for the way Miss Helena treated Lisa and returned to her favorite hobby, laying next to the pool getting a tan. Her company was her mp-3 player. She was addicted to "Puff Daddy". While she tried to concentrate on the book she was reading her thoughts drifted to how much she regretted having to leave her North American friends. Back there she would have had a hundred phone calls from her friends from school. She grinned as she thought about how much that infuriated her mother. She still kept in touch with them by E-mail but the messages were getting fewer and farther between. The local ISP based in Bahia frequently dropped the line too. There are some things even paradise fails to provide.

One night Gabrielle could not sleep. It might have been because she had gotten a sun burn that day. Or it might have been that it was just too humid that night for her to get comfortable. She got up and went out onto her veranda and looked towards the old slave quarters. The amber glow of lamps was visible through the windows. Acting on a sudden urge she decided to take a walk through the quarters and look around.

It was not a big problem for her to get out of the house because her mother was someplace up the Amazon River on a field trip. He father did not spend much time at home either. Gabrielle was no fool. She figured that her father stayed in town adding his sperm to the local pool. She even tried to make a mental picture of what a Polish and black half breed would look like.

She walked down the back stairs and followed the old path to the slave quarters. To reduce the mud being tracked into the big house the paths had been bricked years ago. She went through the gate and without even thinking about her personal safety she walked through the quarters. Because there was no electricity in the quarters the homes were lit by coal oil or kerosene lamps. The buildings smelled of burring oil or wood cooking stoves. It was like a different world. She felt like she could hear ghosts of the past. She imagined that she could hear the sounds of chains rattling and whips smacking the skin of slaves.

In northeastern Brazil it is very dark without the glow of city lights. The jungle growth obscures the moon and stars. There were no urban sounds. The night air only carried the sounds of birds, insects and animals of the night.

It was like stepping back into the 19th century. She suddenly felt like a fool to be roaming around here late at night in a night robe. The shivering was not because of cold but the fear that she could be assaulted or something like that. It was not unheard of for wild beasts to wander into the quarter in search of food.

Then she heard the sound of a soft mellow voice that was either singing or talking very sweetly to someone. She followed the sound to the house where it was coming from. As she approached the window of the house she heard a sound like that of a dog lapping something off a floor or a baby sucking a breast. She looked in the window but the cotton drapes were drawn. The golden glow of a lamp made the drapes look amber.

Gabrielle approached closer and tried to see into the house. She found a small hole and peeked in. What she saw was the face of Miss Helena. It was softer looking and her head was tilted back as she moaned her words. It frightened her to be spying on the woman. She looked like she was praying or something. For all Gabrielle knew she might have been making some sort of Voodoo prayer. Gabrielle had visions like an old Werewolf movie. Was she calling on spirits to bring forth some sort of beast or what?

"Mova-o outra vez para a esquerda e goo mais profundo hohhhhh!" she uttered as she went into what looked like a painful spasm.

When Gabrielle moved closer she could see that she was sitting on her bed while singing something. Although she was still dressed in her normal robe and turban she did have a relaxed look on her face that was uncharacteristic of her. She had the look of a mother that had just put her child to bed and was looking at the baby sleeping peacefully.

Gabrielle was about to leave because she felt like she was intruding and she should be in her bed too. Then she heard a female gasp. She put her eye closer to the hole and noticed a bulge in Miss Helena's robe. It was over her lap and it was moving. Someone was under her robe and giving her oral sex. Gabrielle had visions of her taking a new lover that would give her a baby and leave her again. She really felt like a pervert now and backed up to leave. She knew she was violating the woman's privacy.

As she moved back from the window she tripped over something and almost fell backwards. She recovered but her heart pounded in her chest as she feared that Miss Helena heard the noise. She took a quick look again through her peek hole. Miss Helena must have heard the noise. As she gathered up her robe in her hands to stand up Gabrielle saw the long black hair of Helena's lover. She wondered what man or boy in the village wore his hair that long. Then she saw the golden skin and figured out that it was Lisa lapping at the kinky hair on Miss Helena's pussy. The girl was clinging to her mistresses shapely hips as she lapped at the cunt displayed before her.

Gabrielle got one good look at Miss Helena's lower body. Her flesh was very dark and her pubic hair was tight little ringlets notable because her cunt was so wet from the saliva of Lisa's mouth

Miss Helena's eyebrow wrinkled and her face tensed before she shout loudly "Quem é este?"

That startled Gabrielle and she quivered with fear. As she fled up the path Gabrielle was hoping that she had not been seen.

Miss Helena had to disengage herself from Lisa to get to the window. The poor child was flung against the wall and she sat cowering there as if she had done something wrong.

By the time Helena got to the window and opened the drapes she could only make out the figure of someone headed towards the big house. The next morning she checked out the ground outside her bedroom window. By the small size of the barefoot prints she figured that it must have been Gabrielle outside her window last night.

When Gabrielle was safely back in her bed she thought about what she had seen. Lisa's hair was wet and her face was covered with a mixture of sweat or pussy juice. She had seen her tongue probing Miss Helena's pussy. Helena's labia had been almost black as coal while the flesh hidden within was very red. The woman was so large that her black pubic hair was visible around Lisa's head like a black halo.

She almost chuckled when she thought about what uncle Pepe had said about Lisa "not knowing what to do with her tongue."

Having two open minded science educated parents help broaden Gabrielle's sexual education. Her biology teacher in high school was a good friend of her mother's because they had been undergraduates at the same university. The two of them gave her a liberal sexual education. Lesbianism was not an unknown term to her; however, without specific information it had been left to her imagination just how the love act between two women might be performed. She had just never been exposed to it as far as she knew. Of course there had been talk about that one gym teacher the school had one year. The rumors were rampant when she did not return to the school the next year.

Gabrielle went to sleep that night dreaming about Miss Helena coming into her room and waking her up by kissing her on the lips and forcing her tongue deep into her mouth. The dream included Helena forcing her to worship her big pussy with her mouth just as she had seen Lisa doing.

Gabrielle almost dreaded seeing Miss Helena the next day. When she finally did bump into her near the kitchen, nothing was said by either of them but Gabrielle thought she saw a hint of a smile on her face as she passed her.

That night she tried to stay away from the quarters but the attraction was too great. She slipped out of the big house after she felt sure that Pepe and the housemaids were sound asleep. She headed right for the window of Helena's home. When she got in place and looked through the hole in the drapes she was not disappointed

If Gabrielle was having any doubt about what she had seen last night those doubts were dispelled when she looked through the hole in the drapes. Miss Helena was resuming her love making with Lisa by deeply French kissing Lisa while holding her arms spread eagle against the wall. Lisa was held there, eyes closed as Miss Helena's large tongue was forced inside her tiny mouth leaving Lisa a little breathless. Miss Helena was pressing her body against Lisa's body such that the nipples of her pillow like tits were being ground into Lisa. Helena was so much bigger and she dominated Lisa so completely that Lisa looked totally passive and so weak. She had no choice but to allow Helena to do with her whatever she wanted.

Helena's tongue instinctively shot out and slipped between Lisa's lips as though she was trying to swab the inside of the girl's mouth. The sight before her eyes was enough to encourage Gabrielle to start rubbing herself through her thin cotton dress.

Finally Helena took Lisa by her arm and pulled her to the bed where she spread her legs so wide that Gabrielle could clearly see Lisa's vagina. It was thrilling to see her body stretched out there. There was no hint of a tan line anywhere. The black pubic hair was as straight as an Indian's but the triangle of hair did little to hide her labia. They hung past her vagina lips like a mouth within a mouth. Looking at that was making Gabrielle even hornier.

With Lisa lying on her back Helena knelt in front of the child, between her spread legs and started to lick her small pussy. The woman was so big that Lisa was completely obscured. All Gabrielle could see was Helena's huge bottom with her crack open. She could see the woman's asshole and her swollen pubis under it. The ringlets of black, wet hair dangled from both sides of her cunt crack.

While watching this scene an insane idea filled her mind. Suddenly she felt the need to let them know that she was watching. She had a mental vision of Miss Helena placing her between them and her begging Miss Helena to fuck her. She wanted to replace poor Lisa and give her some rest. Of course Gabrielle was too scared to act on her thought she couldn't move or say a word. She even made a small scratch on her arm with her fingernail to be sure that she was not in a dream.

That brought her back to reality and she ran back to the big house. She changed into her nightgown and got on her bed. The heat and humidity prevented her from ever putting any sheets over her body. It was bad enough that her bed had to be covered with mosquito netting.

She started having the same dream, Miss Helena coming into her bedroom at night and roughly waking her up with a kiss. This dream was even stranger than the night before because she saw her in this dream with a huge natural penis between her legs and it was growing in size with every second. Before she awoke from her dream she imagined that Miss Helena lay on top of her.

Maybe the lack of sexual contact with any males since she left the U.S. was finally getting to her. It seemed crazy that she should be thinking of cocks right now. She could just imagine what her friend back in the States would say if she E- Mailed Linda that she was seeing a woman with huge black penis in her dream, She would probably say: "Hon...ey, it's time to find a cute Brazilian boy and fuck his brains out" lol. .

The next day Miss Helena started to ask her questions, about if she had heard any strange noises in the garden or anything unusual. Gabrielle wanted so bad to tell her what she had seen over the past couple of days. She knew she was sexually attract to this huge woman but she but was too scared to say anything. She thought she wouldn't want to fuck a white girl like her. It could be that she would not want to risk messing with the daughter of the patron, thinking that she would lose her job if it were discovered. Gabrielle was trying to think of a way to let the woman know of her true feeling and that it could be their private secret.

For the next few days Gabrielle was wondering if Miss Helena at least was thinking about her in a sexual way. One day she was standing in the dinning-room and Miss Helena was behind her. She looked out of the corner of her eye at the sideboard and saw her reflection in the glass doors. Miss Helena was looking at her ass. Gabrielle felt a rush of blood to her cheeks and an itch in her clitoris and she knew that her panties were being wet by more than sweat. Without appearing too obvious she slowly moved her ass cheeks in a seductive circle.

Another three days passed and Gabrielle had just finished her period. For some reason she thought Miss Helena appeared to be less grimacing and happier. She found Helena to be a lot more beautiful like that. She was actually laughing in the kitchen and being jovial with the other staff women. She was even telling them jokes in Portuguese.

One day Gabrielle followed Miss Helena as she headed out of the big house through the stables to the area behind the tack room where she killed livestock that was going to be used for meals. She was sitting in a small chair that was lower than her knees. Her robe was draped between her spread legs. This was the first time that Gabrielle had ever seen her without her white turban covering her head. Her head was completely bald. She must shave it. Gabrielle was taken by how much she looked like the NBA basketball star named Michel Jordan. She was just a darker version. She was about to back away without being seen when she tripped over a bottle of liniment left on the tack room floor.

Miss Helena spun around and came flying out of the chair. Chicken feathers were flying all over the place. She came into the tack room and grabbed Gabrielle by the arm and yanked her to her feet. "What are you doing here, Little Chinese doll, are you spying on me?"

Gabrielle's cheeks flushed with anger at being called a "Little Chinese Doll". She had never called her that to her face before. She hated to be called that because it seemed so stupid. She was neither Chinese nor a doll. To her a doll was an empty headed plaything.

She spoke back in anger that this is her father's propriety and I have the right to be here. Then Gabrielle said something she regretted as soon as it was out of her mouth. "I know what you do to with Lisa every night. She is nothing but a slave for you and you abuse her and then pretend to be a good person. You are a nasty woman!" That said it was too late to take it back as Miss Helena came at her with her big knife on hand.

She was too scared to move and when she tried to step back she found she was against the wall of the tack room. When Miss Helena was very close to her she stuck the knife into the wooden wall. Gabrielle was ready to die and was shaking like a leaf when Helena yelled at her: "I have had enough of you, a white bitch like you made me loose my sons. I will give you a good lesson to hate me before killing you; at least there will have a good reason to loose my job."

Gabrielle almost fainted and closed her eyes thinking she was about to die. When she did open her eyes Miss Helena was standing right in front of her looking at her directly in the eyes while she lifted her robe to expose her naked pussy.

Gabrielle knew what was about to happen next and that made her feel a sexual desire rush through her body. When she looked to her left the door had been closed by someone and when she looked back at Helena again, the woman ran her hands slowly up her legs. Her Fingers sought out the panties and Gabrielle shuddered as she felt her one touch the thin fabric that covered her sex.

She quickly took Gabrielle by the back of her head and fucked her mouth with her large tongue. Her tongue was so long that Gabrielle could hardly breathe. She could only draw in air through her nose which was being pressed tightly by Miss Helena. She pressed Gabrielle's face tightly against her large lips with her enormous amount of saliva filling her mouth giving Gabrielle no choice but to swallow it to keep from choking. Her breath was as bad as one guy she had dated one time. But she wasn't kissing Gabrielle for her pleasure but for her selfish lust.

While she was sucking the breath out of Gabrielle's lungs she used her left hand to grasp Gabrielle's right hand and pull it against her pussy. The moisture Gabrielle felt on her hand was a thick slippery fluid. Then Miss Helena removed her hand from her vagina and forces it into Gabrielle's mouth so that she had no choice but to taste her juice and smell her scent. The most curious thing was that she adored the wine like taste.

Miss Helena took Gabrielle's nipples between her strong fingers and squeezed so hard that it hurt her and cause her to feel pleasure at the same time. Her left hand was still soiled with the blood of the chickens that she had been butchering and she smeared the blood all over her nipples. Then she cleaned the girl's tits with her mouth and tongue almost like an animal

Miss Helena was not making love to her like a woman would to another woman. It was brutal in a manner that was meant for her personal satisfaction. She sucked on the girl's breasts slowly almost as a baby would. Gabrielle felt like she was floating in heaven. More and more she sucked the young girl's breast until it was so painful the blood seemed to being drained from her head.

Gabrielle had been wondering if Miss Helena had desires for her body but now she was being violated so viscously that she feared that she hated her even more. Every time she tried to speak Helena slapped her face until she didn't try to talk anymore.

Miss Helena pushed the girl along the wall until she reached a pile of saddle blankets stacked on the floor and forced her to lay down on them. She mounted the girl like a man would her body between the girl's legs. She French kissed her with such force that her lips were being pressed against her teeth so hard that she thought they would cut the inside of her lips.

Even thought Miss Helena had no penis she stimulated the girl by thrusting her pelvis up and down grinding her coarse pubic hair ground against the girl's soft pubic area. She felt every blade hair and she knew her semi cut pussy hair would hurt her given enough friction. When her shaved pussy came in contact with Miss Helena's she already felt the sensation as if her pussy had just touched a sea urchin. She screamed with delight when Helena pulled her body with more strength that she thought she had until the contact of there pussies was made. Her legs locked the girl tightly against her own body. Gabrielle had to hang onto her shoulders as she was held tightly in the woman's grasp.

Helena ground her pussy into the girl so hard that her hair was rubbing the smooth skin raw. Gabrielle started to experience a different feeling. Miss Helena's clit stated to expand and becoming bigger while pressing in the girl's vagina. She could hear the sound of there pussies brushing in the silence of the stable. They exchange fluid over and over like two mouths would while French kissing but the contact of the girl's shaved pussy with the woman's hard hairs made her feel a living hell of pleasure. Gabrielle didn't have any choice but to be cut in pieces by another woman cunt hair. Miss Helena's vaginal fluid was soaking Gabrielle's vagina. The smell of her body filled the girl's nose and Helena was sweating all over her body. Beads of sweat were dripping from her nose onto Gabrielle's face. She could taste the salt in the woman's sweat. She could feel Helena's fluid mixing with her own and running between her legs to pool under her butt and making the saddle blanket wet.

Just as Gabrielle was starting to really enjoy the feeling it dawned on her that Miss Helena really didn't intend to kill her. She would ever be able to tell her parents what happened. While she was thinking about that Helena pulled her by the arm to a hay bail where she sat down and forced Gabrielle to her knees between her legs.

Miss Helens yelled, "Now I will teach you what Lisa does to me every day. I will fuck your mouth exactly like I do her." With that she tossed her robe over Gabrielle's head. The only light visible was that around her feet. She was trapped between the confines of the dark robe and the black body. She was forced toward the awaiting pussy. Gabrielle's nose went in the direction of the strong sexual scent. The knowledge that she would soon be sucking on the cunt of this woman aroused her to new and wonderful heights.

It would have made no difference because Miss Helena was not giving her a choice. When there was no light under the robe Helena pressed down on the back of Gabrielle's head and shoved it hard against her pussy. Her labia were stretched so much that Gabrielle's face parted those lips and she felt like her face was going to be swallowed by the enormous cunt.

When Helena had the girl's face softly planted, she started loving her thighs in a dance of love designed to give herself the maximum sexual satisfaction on the stationary face. Then she started screaming, "Lick it you little bitch! Lick it you fucking, cunt sucking whore! Eat me you white piece of trash! Suck the juice from my cunt!"

Gabriele surrendered to her demands and did her best to satisfy this woman. It was all she could to keep licking her cunt and still be able to breathe through her nose as it was being smashed into the wet pubic bone. In the midst of trying to satisfy this nasty woman she suddenly experienced an earth shaking orgasm of her own.

Miss Helena knew that she had climaxed and kept slapping the back of her head and extolling her to not stop until she climaxed too. "You are nothing but my fucking sex machine until I say otherwise. Now suck me off or I will smother you in my cunt hole!"

Gabrielle tried to double her efforts by pressing her mouth against the wet crack hidden deep in the mat of wooly hair. With her tongue she drilled deep into her dark hole until she found the incredibly fat clit among the thick bush. As she worked on the pussy she though she would soon die from suffocation. It took Helena a long time to climax, when it finally happened Gabrielle though the woman was pissing in her mouth. She had to swallow as fast as she could to keep up with the flow. The effect was to make her throat raw and she started to chock and cough. Her little body was trying to reject the goo that was going down her throat.

The girl was relieved when Helena finally stood up and allowed her to settle back onto her knees and catch her breath again. She thought that Miss Helena was spent but it was not so. She told her, "Do it again! I want to show you a new trick you never have done before."

Miss Helena changed her position so that she was lying on her back on the bale of hay and pulled Gabrielle so that she was standing straddle of her head. She spread her own legs with her feet resting on the floor. Her gapping pussy looked like an open mouth that was asking to be kissed. Helena pulled her forward so that she had to kneel on the bail of hay and she grabbed the girl by the neck forcing her head between her legs again. When the girl's mouth was in place the woman clamped her thighs onto either side of her head so that the girl could not get away.

Gabrielle was sure Miss Helena was going to eat her pussy. Surprise...surprise! With Helena's head between her legs, close enough to smell the girl's pussy the woman slipped two fingers into the girl's cunt and added finger after finger until she had nothing left to do but add the thumb. The girl felt like her cunt was being pushed inside out. She could not believe it possible for her cunt was able to stretch that much. The pain as the fist passed over the pubic bone was so intense she thought she would faint.

Miss Helena was a pure energy in motion once her hand was inside. She fist fucked the girl until she brought her to a climax that left her exposited. Gabrielle showed her approval the only way she could by lapping up the juices seeping out of the woman's pussy. The hair on either side of her cunt was scrapping the girl's face making her cheeks red.

When the woman climaxed she allowed the girl to roll off of her. Gabrielle sat by the hay bail and rested her arm on it as she watched Miss Helena breathe. Her chest and tummy rose and fell rhythmically in a comfortable pace.

When Miss Helena sat up she gathered the girl into her arms and sat her on her lap. She started kissing her like a mother would kiss a child that had brought home straight A's. Gabrielle felt a certain amount of pride in her ability to make Miss Helen climax so many times. Her pussy was still sore from the abuse it had received and she skin felt tacky from all of the body fluids drying on her skin but for some reason not having a choice in what happened took away all the guilt.

When Miss Helena stood up and let her robe fall back down over her hips and sat on the hay Gabrielle was left feeling how raw her vagina and face were. She had not felt the pain during the sex but now she knew that her face would look sunburned and she would be walking bowlegged for a few days.

Miss Helena said, "The person that had closed the door will open it in a few minutes and you will be able to leave. I know that you liked what I did to you. I'm sure that you will not say anything. I know you wouldn't want to be sent back to the U.S. any more than I would like to see you go."

Gabrielle walked toward her and when she got close enough she wrapped her arms around her neck and lifted her body up so that she could kiss her on the mouth while looking straight into her eyes. She wrapped her legs around her waist as she clung to her and kissed her repeatedly. She felt almost like she was in control for a short time.

Helena let the girl kiss her for awhile and then said, "That's it Chinese doll, if you continue like this..." Gabrielle immediately slapped her face as hard as she could. "I'm not Chinese!" Miss Helena smiled and laughed and didn't reciprocate her for the slap.

Gabrielle looked at her eyes and said, "After I saw you with Lisa I always wanted to ask you to teach me about lesbian sex."

Miss Helena told her that all she had to do was come to her home and she would be happy to teach her everything she needed to know. Then she said "Lisa is jealous girl. She could get us in trouble if she knew what we did today". Gabrielle wondered what she was going to do.

A few nights later she got a call from her mother who was going to the capital of Brazil, Brasilia for a couple of months to write up her report. Her father was going to take a vacation to visit with her for a short time. Gabrielle was always complaining about being bored but this time she passed on the opportunity of coming down to Brasilia. All she wanted to know was how long her dad was going to be down there. The response gave her a month to be at the villa to explore her lesbian fantasies.

Her mother asked to talk to Miss Helena. She instructed her to look after Gabrielle and see to it that no boys are hanging around while they are away. Helena assured her that she would take care of Gabrielle and no boys would be anywhere near the villa. She said she had good eyes and she would look after the house.

Mother asked her to see to it that her daughter does not lounge around the house all day. She suggested that she see to it that Gabrielle is up early and has plenty of household chores to do. Her last instructions to Gabrielle were to do what ever Miss Helena told her and not to be going to Bahia with out supervision.

The next day Gabrielle lay in bed hoping that Miss Helena would come into her room to wake her up as she had so many times in her dreams. When no one came to wake her and the morning sun started to heat up the room Gabrielle was forced to sit up and draw back the mosquito netting and get up. She showered and dressed before going down for breakfast.

When she came down stairs and passed the parlor she saw Miss Helena sitting on the sofa crossed like a Hindu in mediation. Her woolen pubic patch was visible under her robe. She was watching television with a cup of south Brazilian wine in her hand. There were two bottles of unopened wine on the table with a third bottle open and obviously almost empty.

Gabrielle had never seen Miss Helena so relaxed before. She guessed that as long as Miss Helena did know when the masters of the house might come home she had to be on her best behavior but now that she knew that she had the house to herself for a month it was a different story. She was eating a popular northern Brazilian dish called "poto no tupuci". That is duck in spicy mango sauce.

Gabrielle entered the room and stood next to her and asked in her most authoritarian voice as she had heard her mother do so many times, "What are you doing now Helena?"

She responded in a casual manner, "Don't you see I'm watching a program." She continued eating with her legs open wide.

Gabrielle was furious that she was not getting the respect she thought she should receive in her own home. She wanted to flee to her room and cry. Her next thought was that it was going to be like this until her mother got home. Gabrielle thought about it for a moment and turned to leave when Helena said, "I didn't tell you that you could leave. Stay here you stupid girl." She poured the cup of wine on the floor and casually demanded that she clean it up.

Gabrielle's reaction was both anger and hurt pride. "Why are you treating me like this?"

Her reply, "Didn't you want to replace Lisa and serve me? This is the life she lives with me and you will live by my rules until your parents return. Your spoiled lifestyle is a thing of the past for the next 4 weeks. You will obey me and do as you are told."

She continued, "I am not the slave of a 19 year old spoiled brat, slavery is been over for the past hundred years in Brazil and it will not start again with you." I will take you where I want and not the other way around. I am not here to give you pleasure but it's your duty to give pleasure to me."

For days Gabrielle served as her domestic. She washed the dishes and cleaned her dirty cloths with my hands. She was preparing food. She was starting to understand how hard the life of the working class of many Brazilian women. When she finished the food Helena asked her to serve her she was not satisfied with the food. She took her by the hair and slapped her face. The house was one of the most beautiful in northern Brazil. Helena was deliberately making a huge mess everywhere, then making Gabrielle clean it up.

When Helena was giving instructions to the upstairs staff or the kitchen staff she would place her hand on Gabrielle's shoulder forcing her to her knees and she would toss her robe over her head. Gabrielle knew what was expected of her but if she didn't get to her task quickly enough she could expect to have her head slapped into the wooly pubic area. Miss Helena would casually continue giving instructions to staff while the girl lapped at her pussy.

At night Helena would lead her into her mother's bedroom and drag her under the mosquito netting and position herself in the middle of the satin sheets. She expected Gabrielle to suck her pussy until she fell asleep. By morning the sheets would be stained by her body sweat and her pussy juices and sometimes there would even be a brown streak left here her butt had been. In the morning she would strip the fitted sheet and leave Gabrielle to wash it.

One night she was late coming to mother's bedroom. Gabrielle had been waiting in the room sitting on the floor in the dark. Her eyes were accustomed to the light coming in through the veranda French doors. When Helena came in she strode across the floor and stood in front of the bed and waited for Gabrielle to pull her robe over her head. Once when she was naked, rather than getting onto the bed as she normally did, she took her time to position her body face down across the bed. She moved her breasts so that she was not laying on them by putting them under her arm pits.

Gabrielle could see the noon light playing across her big black ass. She could see the crack of her ass open and the dark sphincter ringed by dark wiry hair. Helena demanded that she lick her ass. Gabrielle knelt behind her and put her face between the warm cheeks and started licking the sweaty valley. Helena was giving instruction during the tongue bath. She was told to drill her tongue as deeply as she could into the ass hole before her and to capture and eat anything she found there. Gabrielle had never done anything like that before. It was the final humiliation in being broken by the woman.

One night Helena said that she felt like calling someone. She reached for the phone and pushed one of the intercom buttons. After a short pause she said, "Come up to the big bedroom!" and hung up.

When Gabrielle stopped licking Helena told her that she hadn't told her to stop. So she went back to her task. When the door opened she didn't stop. She had no idea who was standing behind her but she didn't care anymore.

The person approached and Gabrielle could feel her body heat on her back. She knew who ever it was, was only inches behind her. She felt a hand on the back of her head and she resumed her duty. When Helena was satisfied she moved away from Gabrielle and sat on the bed cross-legged. She told Gabrielle to service her friend.

It was not until she turned around that she saw that it was the old woman that helped in the kitchen. She could have been any age between 50 and a 100. She was skinny and toothless. Her breasts looked wrinkled bags. When she moved between her legs and placed her mouth over the pubic area she felt the woman's pubic bone. The vagina was dry. She gave the woman a tongue bath hopping that it would get moist. If she was pleasing the woman it was hard to tell because her cunt was so dry. But eventually the old woman grabbed her by the back of her head and thrust her hips forward and smothered her for a while before letting go. Soon afterwards she left the room with out saying anything.

It dawned on Gabrielle that she must have been the person that closed the barn door trapping her in the tack room.

Gabrielle continued her household duties and was subjected to groping fingers of the female staff as she passed them. It did not even surprise her anymore when they would stick their fingers in her cunt or asshole.

One day Miss Helena went to town to do the shopping for groceries. Gabrielle knew that she would be gone all day. When Helena and a couple of other staff members took the truck to town Gabrielle went to the staff quarters and entered Helena's home/.

She found Lisa cleaning the place. She didn't know how she was going to be able to talk to her. The girl had her own sign language but most of it was unknown to Gabrielle. She stated by saying Hi!

The girl smiled and made a hand gesture. She made a sweeping motion towards a chair. Gabrielle took that to mean that she was offering a chair to sit down. When she sat down the girl gave her a look as if she wanted to know why she was there.

Gabrielle said softly that she wanted to be her friend. The girl smiled. She went on to say that she felt sorry for the way Miss Helena treated her. The girl gave her a blank look.

Gabrielle told her all about what she had seen through the window and what had been going on in the big house for the past few weeks. The girl got an angry look on her face tears spilled down her cheeks and she started beating on Gabrielle's chest with the heels of her fists. She dropped to her knees and as her arms grew tired she clung to Gabrielle's waist as she cried.

Gabrielle could not tell if she was angry because she was replacing her as Helena's slave or what. She lifted her head by the chin and kissed her on the mouth. The girl's breath was so sweet. Gabrielle wanted the kiss to last forever. The girl started to resist but then she returned the kiss.

They fell out of the chair and clung to each other on the floor. The kiss led to feeling each others bodies. Clothes were removed and the two teenagers tasted each other's flesh. Rather than one assuming the dominant role they lay on their sides and lifted the upper leg to allow each other to taste the other's pussy. It was not a demanding act. It was an act of love. Gabrielle was thinking that if Lisa was enjoying this as much as she was they would never stop.

They spend the day making love to each other. They only stopped when hunger forced them to eat. As the sun was casting shadows across the walls Gabrielle knew that the truck would be getting back soon. She led Lisa back to the house and took her to her bedroom. She bathed her and dressed her in some of her clothes.

The plan she came up with was to call her mother and put her cell phone in her pocked so her mother could hear what was said. When Helena found Lisa dressed and in her bedroom she ranted and raved. She accused her of seducing her pussy slave. The language was switching back and forth between Portuguese and English but in what ever language she was speaking in it was profane. Before she could strike Gabrielle, she pulled her cell phone from the pocket of her dress and handed it to Miss Helena.

As dark as her face was it paled as she listened to the phone. When she handed the phone back to Gabrielle she left the room. Her mother told her to take charge and she would be home in the morning.

Gabrielle put Pepe in charge of the household. He fired all of Miss Helena's cronies and brought in a new staff. Gabrielle told Lisa that she was an adult and not the slave of anyone. She thrilled in dressing her up.

When her mother got home and everything was told to her. Her mother decided she had to send Gabrielle back to the States. Gabrielle resisted. She told her mother that she was in love with Lisa. That shocked her mother. She sat down and cried, should she be angry or what.

It took her mother a few days to think about what do to. Her daughter was an adult and could do anything she wanted. She struggled with it and figured the best thing was to bring in a teacher to teach them all sign language.

The girl's were sleeping together and as the weeks turned into months the woman accepted Lisa as another daughter. She even grew to accept their open show of affection.

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