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... women?" I asked. "Yes, sir. You see our mother was a very tall, blond haired German woman. Our father brought her back to Rio from Germany after falling madly in love with her. She was from the area known as The Black Forest. Our mother was very spiritual and sexually free. She taught me and Luisa to love our vaginas as a gift from The Goddess, to open ourselves to men." I thought to myself 'Holy Fuck!' this is too good to be true. Their mother was some kind of sex nut and taught them.' I had planned on at least one more visit to a whore while here tonight, but this whole thing had seized my imagination. I had never seen anything like what she was describing. I had seen my share of women in strip clubs, but never watching them fuck. Of course, I didn't count the lap dances and jack-off sessions I'd been in at clubs when I was the main performer! "I will be here at nine o'clock, sir. Meet me in front of the hotel." I nodded, and she took the tray and left. As planned, Lorena appeared on time. The cab ride was uneventful as we chatted some. She pointed out some landmarks and tried to keep me entertained. The fact that her small hand rested on my thigh during the ride, high up near my crotch, promised more to come. We arrived in a side street about thirty minutes after starting our journey. We stopped in front of a fine old home, surrounded by a courtyard and many trees. I paid the taxi, and we entered the gate, walked up to the front door and rang the bell. "Ah, Lorena," said ...

... the matronly woman who answered. "Come in, child, and bring your guest. What is your name, sir?" she asked in very good English. "Walter," I said still a little embarrassed by this whole business. She held out her hand, and as instructed by Lorena, I placed a one hundred dollar bill on her palm. "Thank you, sir, I hope you will be pleased by our little productions." I entered a luxurious hall furnished with antique furniture; many paintings of erotic scenes, and lush wall hangings. She led us down the hall and as we approached a tall, ornately carved door. She said in a low voice, "There is some entertainment already in progress, but Ernesto will show you to your seats." At the far end of the dimly lit room, two women were entwined in passionate lesbian sex, their limbs thrashing, and their voices emitting groans of pleasure and mumbled words. The room sloped down slightly like an indoor amphitheater. The customers had a perfect view, looking down at them as they brought each other to mutual orgasms in sixty-nine position. As my eyes grew accustomed to the low light, I could see that the room had double recliner chairs, much like on an airliner. However, these reclined as flat as a bed and had pillow-like headrests. Right in front of us two women customers, in a state of partial undress, were fingering each other deeply and kissing. Their recliner was all the way back. In front of them and to the right a man was vigorously fucking a dark-haired woman who had her legs high on ...