Lorena felt her bottom smacked by his testicles, with each thrust that he made, and reached another climax. He drove into her long and slow each time, reaching depths that he had not reached in either previous bout. It took a long time this time. He collapsed onto her, his full weight pressing her into the bed. he was warm and she folded her arms around him. He slept for a while. She did not, unused to having a second person in her bed, she thought about what it would be like to have a husband. No, this was fun, but to have to put up with it whenever he demanded satisfaction. That, she could do without.

When he awoke he rolled off her and apologised for imprisoning her in such a way. She made little of it and turned over onto her hands and knees, waving her bottom in his direction. This would be the best look he would ever get as she thrust her hips up and waggled in front of his face. He leapt to the task of satisfying her one last time.

This would be the coup de grace that he presented to her. He started to lick her buttocks and gradually advanced toward her vagina. Holding her hips he supported himself as he progressed. His touch became more subtle as he advanced toward her entrance until he was hardly touching her with his tongue. Just flicking at her skin. Suddenly he stopped and straitening up he thrust his penis into her expectant crevice. It slid in as far as he could reach. He thrust two or three timed to help strengthen his erection. As he continued to slide in and out, he put a finger to Lorena's anus.

She had not expected this and clenched her muscled. Nagiees scratched at the ruffled skin that surrounded the anal opening. Slowly Lorena relaxed. She had decided to let him do as he pleased. It would be a small reward for his time and effort in looking after her. As she relaxed he inserted his finger deeper applying some sort of liquid, possibly saliva, to the opening. She wanted him. It was taking to long. She was ready for him to cum again.

He continued to thrust his penis in and out of her vagina while his finger stretched her anal sphincter. It felt like he had pushed almost his whole hand into her though she knew it was not so. It did not hurt but she was very sensitive there and with each fresh movement she clamped her muscles again. However each muscle spasm was less that the previous one. Nagiees new he would get what he wanted soon.

Slipping his finger in and out and lubricating the opening with Lorena's own love juice, Nagiees loosened her anus to a point where it was easy to penetrate her. He briefly inserted a second finger and thrust twice. Then as he pulled his penis out, still maintaining his rhythm he swapped his finger for the now removed penis and guided his shaft into her tight anus.

The penis was at least three centimetres thick and stretched Lorena even more. It felt like it was burning as he thrust in several times to gain depth. Lorena gasped with each thrust and wondered if it would hurt more as he thrust more often. Lorena's vagina had been quite slack for the man but this new orifice was much to his liking. Like a virgin, which technically speaking, in that entrance she was. He rode her slowly, giving her time to acustomise to the new motion.

Lorena soon became used to the feeling and finding that it did not hurt much she decided to enjoy the act. This may be the only time she would ever be taken this way and it would be a shame not to enjoy and make the most of it. she reached back with one hand and started to stroke her clitoris. It was quite sore from previous attentions but it would still provide her with a good strong orgasm if she went slowly. She rubbed up and down between her pussy lips and started to slide her finger into her now vacant vagina.

Nagiees increased his rate of thrust, pulling his penis almost all the way out before returning it to the depths of Lorena's bowel. The tightness of her anus would provide him with a quick ejaculation but he wanted it to last as long as possible. Lorena achieved a first mild orgasm and seemed to go straight on to the next which was stronger. Nagiees increased his speed again as he realised that Lorena was well on her way to a massive climax. It started to seem like a well coordinated machine, each part speeding up in response to the other parts. It took only a short while until Nagiees shot his final jet of sperm into Lorena's aching anus. He was deep in her and his stomach was pressed hard against her buttocks as he spilled. Lorena reached her peek shortly afterwards and gasped as her body was wracked by the strong spasms inside her vagina. Both collapsed on the bed, and still united, drifted off to sleep for an hour or two.

Lorena awoke first and finding that Nagiees's penis had shrunk and flopped out she got up and went to wash herself. When she returned Nagiees was awake. She felt embarrassed at her nakedness in front of a man she had only known for three days. He watched her as she dressed and did her hair, then he followed suit and they went down to find something to eat. A quick snack and then to the Samba School.

Most of the people were resting still but some had started to fix things that had broken the previous night, or make changes to their dress or regalia. Neltitaca was asleep, with her horse, in a corner of the yard. Her horse was resting in the shade, and seemed to be contented as he munched on some hay that had been placed in a trough. There was also a trough of water which he had obviously indulged in as there was water all over the ground around him.

Nel's hand and legs had been released from the straps that had held her while she had ridden the streets but the huge horse cock was still deeply penetrating her vagina. Lorena stroked the horse's head as that was the only part of him that was not completely entwined and bound by various cloths, ribbons and straps. The horse nodded to her but otherwise did not move.

Nel continued to sleep. After a while Lorena decided to find something to do and ended up helping a young lad look after a couple of the other belly rider's horses. Feed and water and make sure that they were not too skittish in the heat of the day. By the third hour of the afternoon, more people were waking and starting to move about.

Nel awoke and requested a drink. She ended up consuming a half litre of water and having a small slice of bread with a piece of chicken. She must have been very thirsty. Lorena felt the heat and needed to drink at regular intervals. How Nel could manage to go three days with so little was beyond the younger woman's comprehension. Not long now until they all walked off again.

Lorena was to lead Nel's horse this time. She had been given some ribbons and pieces of cloth which she pined to her dress in order to show the house colours. She thought that it looked good, but several women came to her and, insisting that she remove the floral dress, they quickly arranged the bits and pieces into a reasonable example of a rather revealing Mardi Gras costume.

Lorena did not feel comfortable showing her body to such an extent, for all and sundry to view for the next six to eight hours, but time had run out and the precession was on its way for the second instalment. As she walked along Lorena wanted to adjust some of the trappings that she was now adorning, but she could not work out how to adjust without loosening what little she had. She did not wish to loose the whole lot and end up naked.

Eventually, deciding to leave it as it was, was the only choice. She had several blue ribbons entwined into her dark hair, and a large flash of glitter on each cheek. Her face make up was of deep purple to show off her skin colour around her eyes and this was blended into a pale blue on her forehead. To cover her body she had a single long ribbon, about a centimetre wide, that had been wound round her to provide an out line to the supposed clothes she would have worn if she had had any. It started off, tucked at the front, in a silver collar, and ran down the front of her body and between her legs. From there it ran up between her buttocks, around her waist, back down between her buttocks, through her legs again and up to the collar. Then it passed under one arm round her back, under the other arm round one breast and up over her shoulder. Then it looped round the strap at her back, back over the other shoulder.

From there it went round under the other breast, right round her back, under her other arm and back to the front of her collar. The whole thing was held in place by one beautiful broach of glittering blue stones. Lorena knew that if she unfastened the broach she would never get it fastened again, and there was just no way to move any one bit of the ribbon to cover her self more without it all falling in disarray. It was too late now anyway. Every thing was moving and she had no time to stop.

"Stop fidgeting with it, and enjoy the walk Lorena." Neltitaca had been watching her friend's consternation and wanted to put her out of her misery. "Once you are walking through the crowd it will not matter what you are wearing. Just be happy to be in the march. You are doing something I have never done. If you ride some day you will have done Mardi Gras every way possible. Watching, marching and riding. Not many people get to do all three."

This hit Lorena with a force. She would be almost unique. Participants normally had to attend the march on all three days of the march. If Lorena could find a horse tomorrow, maybe she could ride tomorrow and do all three in one year. Would they let her? It was up to the school with whom she rode. She wondered if Nagiees would help her. She liked him and felt that he would do almost anything to make her happy, but did his sphere of influence reach that far.

As she thought about the next day and the slim chance of doing a very special thing, her attention was drawn to the crowds that were beginning to line the roads. For the second day running people were standing five or six deep to see the Samba displays slowly wend their way through the streets of Rio. Her mind forgot about her nakedness and she started to enjoy the showing off and the sound and cries from the crowd. She started to mince her walk to show her grace and slenderness, really falling into the atmosphere of the exhibition. Lorena and Neltitaca had been talking to each other as they walked but the crowd threw so many comments that soon the ladies had to stop their chatter because of the noise. It was not long before they couldn't even hear what people were shouting at them.

Several different pieces of music playing at the same time plus shouts, whistles and bangs all added up to make a din that Lorena had never heard before The whole cavalcade progressed at a sedate one and a half kilometres per hour as the various individuals danced, leapt, swaggered and whirled their way along. The whole thing took over five hours to pass any single point in the city and it took three hours to walk the four kilometre rout. This meant that from the start of the first person, to the end of the last person, took over eight hours.

There were two places to stop and rest, one, about an hour into the walk, that Lorena had visited the night before, and another about three hours into the walk. These had been set up just to allow drinks and a rest for the dancers who otherwise had to keep going all the time. It did not take long for Lorena to find a natural dance style that made her feel happy and that she could keep doing for the duration. As she moved she could feel her breasts bounce in their ribbons and this turned her on. She began to get quite wet between her legs. Not to orgasm pitch but hot enough that she would have been happy to oblige any customer who requested her attention. She almost forgot her duty of looking after.

Neltitaca, hung in the harness beside her. There was also the needs of the horse who would probably require water at the stops. Lorena looked down at her friend. The older girl's eyes were shut tight as a sexual spasm raked her body. Lorena was pleased for her.

It seemed no time at all before the school reached the first rest area. Nel requested a small drink of water and then was happy. The horse seemed to require more. A bucket of water which was spilled over Nel's head as the horse drank and then there was the next injection to administer. This all took time and Lorena only managed to get a mouth full of water before she was off again following the rest of the procession, with her horse impaled friend at her side. For all the time it actually took to complete the course, it seemed to be only a few minutes to Lorena before they arrived at the second stop.

Several young men had stepped up to Lorena as she danced along, and had whispered things into her ear. She had pretended to hear and laughed on each occasion but the truth to tell she had no idea what any of the men had said. It had all been too noisy. At the second stop another bucket of water was administered to the horse but he only drank a little. Neltitaca required nothing. Lorena was better able to care for herself this time but it still seemed a very short time for a rest.

The last section of the walk passed just as quickly as the previous two and it was not long before the group were headed back to the school building. It was well passed midnight when they were all back again and after seeing to horses and riders, and making sure that all the parts of the float were in a good place the revellers continued their dancing and merry making. Bottles of drink passed from person to person without regard for whether they knew the next individual or not.

Lorena had several sips from two or three different bottles and was unable to say what any of them were. It made her tipsy and she just carried on dancing. It was beginning to show the promise of the light of day before anyone went to their makeshift beds either singly or in pairs. Lorena did not know and did not really care. She was quite tired from the effort of dancing all that time. She found a blanket from a corner of a room and then went back out to the yard. She lay down close to Neltitaca and was soon asleep. Nel was already asleep and the horse, still fully erect, nodded its head as it dosed by some hay and a water trough.

Day three dawned for Lorena at about eleven in the morning. Some others were already moving about but it was still quiet in the yard. Nel's horse had moved off to a shadier spot. Lorena was hot and could understand the horses' reasons. She stood up and slowly looked around. There was a faint smell of something cooking which made her stomach growl. She was hot and sticky, she wanted to cool off and the nearest thing for that was the horse trough. She dunked her head to try and clear it. It helped a little but she needed more. She climbed in, forgetting her outfit, if that is what it could be called.

Water flowed over the edge of the trough and travelled in runnels across the yard. Lorena paid no heed and sank down under the water, running her hands through her hair. It was then that she found the ribbons entwined in her locks. She unbraided them one by one and put them over the side of the water trough. Then she unfastened the broach from her neck and placing it and the collar on the floor she unwound the ribbon from her body. Remembering how wet she had got the night before she decided that the ribbon should be washed before it was used again. This she did in the trough. Then she emerged cool and refreshed, her naked body gleaming in the sun as the water dripped off. She wrung out her hair and then she stood bathing in the warmth to dry herself. Now she was ready for whatever the day would bring. After eating and seeing to Neltitaca's needs of food and water, Lorena suddenly remembered her idea of maybe riding on the last day instead of being a ground based spectator. She asked several people who was in charge of the school and was eventually directed to somebody. "I am sorry," came the reply.

"This honour is reserved for those who contribute to the schools finances on a regular basis. You were allowed to walk yesterday because you are a close friend of Lady Nel. She has been coming here every year for a long time and she always sends us money to help pay for the school. She made a special request for you and we were happy to oblige her. However if you wish to contribute some funds, maybe a thousand dollars, I would be happy to let you ride next year." He thought for a moment. "Besides, where do I get a horse at such short notice? Geldings, mares or donkeys, but these not possible for what you need. You need a stallion with a large penis and big nochos." He expressed a size in gross exaggeration of the truth and then with another apology for not allowing her the honour of belly riding today he walked away.

Lorena was disappointed. She had felt sure that she would find a way but of course without a horse she could do nothing. She could however give the man his thousand dollars and be sure of a place next year. The day passed slowly and the precession did not hold the same power over Lorena as it had the two previous days. She enjoyed herself but was always just a little sad that she had not been able to fulfil her hopes. She watched the march from amongst the crowd and this time was able hear the things that the men shouted at the riders. All the comments were lurid and accurately descriptive, and enough to make any lady blush, which Lorena did on numerous occasions.

She was with Nagiees again and they spent the whole night going from place to place to see what people were doing on this last night. It seemed that everybody wanted to make it last as long as possible. The antics and dancing continued non stop until sunrise. It was in the early hours just before dawn that Lorena stopped Nagiees and made love to him on the corner of a square through which the procession had passed several hours before. She did not hesitate or think about the consequences. She just wanted to say thank you with her body. It only took a few moments to finish, but in that time several other people stopped close by and watched. Lorena was oblivious to them.

Later she said fair well to the people at the school, to Nel, who was still strapped to her horse, and by the afternoon she was on her way home again. Arriving three days later she was greeted with warm enthusiasm from all her staff and had to spend hours telling of all the wonders of the city, the sea, the Mardi Gras and the belly riders.

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Two weeks later she sent a money order to the Samba School for the equivalent of eleven hundred dollars to ensure her place in the next event. The extra was just as a thank you for their tolerance of an outsider.