It was another busy day in Rio. I wasn’t going anywhere in particular at the moment though I intended to hit the Ipanema beach very soon. It was only my third day in Rio. I had just stayed at the hotel yesterday. Hitting the pool for a while and then going back to my room to get rid of the jet lag. There was no need to hurry. I had an open visa for the next six months. Ample time for me to explore all the fanny in Brazil.

There was a strong wind blowing from the sea and it nullified the effect of the heat from the sun. I had woken up early today because I wanted to go to the beach before it got too crowded. There are a few hundred people on the Ipanema already despite it being so early. I congratulated myself for choosing to stay at the Ipanema Inn, which was only three minutes from the Ipanema and Copa Cabana beaches. They were two of the most famous beaches in Rio. Both were especially famous for their sex traffic. But it was the Ipanema beach I was more interested in (because of reasons I will explain soon).

It is only quarter past eight in the morning but there are already quite a few cars on the roads and lots of people on the footpath that led to the beach. Men and women dressed skimpily. Men in shorts or underwear. Women in beach thongs and bikinis. A mix of white skins, black skins, light brown skins and dark brown skins. Tourists and coarichos (slang used to describe locals in Rio).

I had read somewhere that people in Brazil spent a large part of their day worrying about how they looked naked. I wouldn’t blame them actually; you better have a good body if you spend a good part of your life on a beach. You didn’t have to worry about your body if you were in England, not when you live beneath so many layers of clothes meant to protect you from the cold. Anyway there were no fucking beaches in England. At least not any good ones. None that I knew of. And even if there were any beaches you couldn’t walk around half naked in them like they did here. You would have to wear a bloody sweater to the beach because it’s so fucking cold all the time. That’s the problem when you live in a cold country. You can’t go anywhere without wearing a million layers of clothes. You didn’t have to wear all that shit in Brazil. Here you could just walk out to the beach in a two-piece bikini. Not that I was worried about my body.

In fact I have a very good body (even if I say so myself). I am proud of it. I am 6 feet tall and weigh around 180 pounds. Oh yeah I am one big woman. I always was big from around the time I was 15. Now at 45 to say that I am a robust woman would be an understatement. I have a big face, a fit woman’s face, at least that’s what my friends say. I have large eyes, a long nose, long lips, a jaw that is a bit manly and blonde hair. Not a beautiful face to be honest. But the face of a strong woman, both physically and mentally. More of a Peta Wilson face than a Julia Roberts face.

My neck is thick like a bodybuilders but I have a solid pair of tits to go with it. A lot of women have breasts that are really soft and supple. But not mine. I have a tough pair of mammaries. And they have stayed tough over the years. My arms are extremely well built and I have really long fingers for a woman. I have long fingernails like a porn stars. Now coming to my stomach I always had a bit of meat on it. I never really managed to get rid of it but it went well with my mammaries. It isn’t really a paunch or anything, just an inch of fat around the lower stomach and the hips. A number of my lovers over the years have remarked how sexy they thought my hips were.

I wear size 40 jeans and this is largely thanks to my buttocks. This might sound immodest but I have a nice ass. Not one that shakes around a lot like that Jennifer Lopez bitch. But nice rock solid buttocks that will only wiggle when I run on the beach. My ass complements my tits perfectly.

As for my crotch, I have to admit that it has always been a hungry one. Yeah I am pretty horny for a 45-year-old woman. Always have been a very sexual being. More on this later.

Moving on to my legs I must admit that I am particularly proud of my thighs. A lot of women with nice tits and ass do not have the enormous thighs that would complete their body. Gives it that finish. Mine are like a couple of tree trunks that form my lower body. Everyone likes a woman with enormous thighs. And my thighs really were enormous. My shins are strong and shapely and they match my thighs perfectly. Finally just like the rest of my body I have pretty large feet for a woman. I wear size 12 shoes so you can imagine. As a teenager I often got toe aches because I was wearing smaller sizes of shoes.
So as you can see my body was the least of my concerns. I know I looked good for a single 45-year-old Englishwoman from Manchester.

There was something else that was bothering me as I walked among different races of people, slowly dodging them, making my way forward on the footpath as cars and buses whizzed past me on the road on the right; the low sound of waves hitting land on my left. The first thing was something that had been on my mind for a while now. Two months at least. Because it had been two months since I last got laid. That was when I broke up with my last lover. And I am not going to talk about it. Maybe later. Considering I was in that relationship for the last three years of my life. So without any attempt at concealment and to be very blatant THE ITCH IN MY CROTCH was bothering me. Two months is a pretty long time for a woman as attractive as me to go without a fuck. I mean how long can you stay under the sheets, masturbating? Satisfying one self was nice for a while but it wasn’t long before one longed for that feeling of skin against skin. That feeling of a naked body wrapped around your naked body.

As you might have imagined, my not getting laid has nothing to do with me being unattractive. And it’s definitely not because of a lack of personality. I have always been an aggressive woman (a bitch, some people might say) and I always knew what I wanted. I was a go-getter.

There is another reason for this prolonged lull in my sex life. And it is because I am not really into men. I could have got laid everyday of my life if I was into men. I am a dyke. Yeah I like bitches. Women who aren’t scared to admit that they have an itch in the crotch and who intend to do something about the itch.
It’s often said that opposites attract. But not for me. I am an aggressive woman and I find aggressive women attractive. And I hate small puny women.

In a way my choosing Brazil as my sexual destination had a lot to do with my sexuality or rather me being a dyke. And I have the Internet to thank for that. Any self-respecting lesbian or bisexual woman will tell you that the Internet is a god sent.

In fact the message boards dedicated to gay and lesbian experiences in Rio were full of posts, which gave me the impression that the beaches here were teeming with lesbian and bisexual women. Gay hotels, gay nightclubs, gay baths (can you believe that?) Hopefully it wouldn’t be that hard to find a woman. Not in a place like Rio where people openly flaunt their sexual preferences.

I had walked for quite a while now and I could see a huge board in the distance that said “WAY TO IPANEMA BEACH”. I decided to check it out. A lot of tourists and locals were going to the beach this morning. What else can you do on a nice sunny Wednesday like this one? I felt like soaking in the sea for a bit. It was a pretty hot day, despite the wind. Enough exploring for now. Maybe I might pick up a Brazilian bitch at the beach today. On my third day in Brazil.

The Ipanema beach was known to attract gay crowds so it was something I had been anticipating ever since I had read about it. After walking for a bit I could see white sands in the distance. I had finally reached the famous Ipanema beach.

It took me more than an hour to completely digest the extraordinary beauty of this beach. Miles of beautiful white sand and the dark blue of the ocean filled with hundreds of small and large specks of human beings. The sound of waves hitting land in the background while people talked and played in the sands and in the water. Hundreds of people involved in different activities. Playing beach ball. Surfing. Water sports. Swimming. Or just lying in the sun getting a tan.

For an hour the itch in my crotch was forgotten as I took in the sights of the Ipanema. But the itch never sleeps. Not for long. And pretty soon I was off again searching for dykes. There were lots of women all right. All kinds and sizes of fanny. One thing I must say I liked the look of these Brazilian women. I had seen their pictures on the net. They are very bovine. Very uninhibited. You take one look at them and you know they want it as much as their men. They make no bones about it.

I realized that the soles of my feet were getting a burn, standing on the hot white sands. I moved towards the sea. The waves weren’t too strong at this time of the day. I was thinking about how I had read on the Internet that people in Brazil swam naked. It definitely was a good idea. I mean what the hell. I was on a fucking holiday. This was the time to let my hair down. Do something that was really rock n roll. That was it then. I was going to swim naked in the Ipanema.

I extended my arms behind my back and unhooked my bra. I felt better as soon as it came off. The breeze blowing from the sea caressed my naked mammaries and I could feel my nipples grow a little hard. Then I removed the sarong that covered my thighs; after which I bent down to take off my skimpy beach thongs. My enormous mammaries loomed large in front of my face as I was took off my thongs. How long it had been since they had jostled and played with another woman’s mammaries, I though to myself. Now the thongs were off too and I was butt naked. I suddenly felt very sexy, standing butt naked on a public beach. A few men were staring at me now.

I ignored the eyes staring at me and looked around for a place to put my clothes. I noticed that the white sands were filled with the clothes of the people who were swimming in the sea. There were clothes strewn all over the place. So I placed my clothes on the sand and then started to gather some pebbles. I picked up a handful of them and put them on my stuff. I also made a mental note of where I had put them. There was a large pink t-shirt right next to my clothes. I knew it wasn’t a very good idea to just leave your clothes on the beach like that. But I was pretty confident about finding my clothes when I came back.

I could feel more eyes on me now. I had been noticed. Many of the men were ogling at me. But I was never one to keep a low profile. It was not in my nature. Staring men did not bother me.

Slowly I walked towards the water, all 6 feet and 180 pounds of me. I felt good with the wind tickling my naked mammaries. I was walking unhurriedly letting all the men take in the sight. This was nice. I knew I looked good naked and the number of people staring were increasing by the second. How could they not stare? None of them had seen a woman as large as me. That was for sure. I mean some of the Brazilian women I had seen were big but even by their standards I was a big built Amazonian Englishwoman. A lot of English tourists come to this part of the world but I am sure none of them had ever seen an Englishwoman like me. I bet the men knew they did not stand a chance with me. I had dyke written over my every move. With some women you just know they are dykes even when you see them for the first time and I was like a walking advertisement for a dyke. Guess I was worth a wank for some of them.

As I walked into the water, the waves engulfed first my large feet, my shins and finally my thighs as I walked deeper into the ocean. I could still feel the eyes following me. But soon they would loose interest when my body was fully immersed in the ocean. I would become another chick on the beach. The waves were milder than it looked from the shore I decided to go deeper. I felt a tickle when the water touched my nipples. I was swimming now, carefully avoiding the men in the water. It felt nice to have my huge naked Amazonian body plunged wholly into the ocean.

The waves were a bit stronger as I swam deeper but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. I felt glad that I was such a fit woman. All the hours in the gym were being put to good use now. My strong legs and arms were perfect for swimming in the sea. I decided to swim towards the deep. Just to get my body warmed up. I swam for around ten minutes and stopped when my feet could no longer touch ground. When I turned around I realized that I was about 500 feet away from the shore. Ahhh! What a pleasure this was.

The people on the beach were far away from me. Just minor inconsequential specks. I was just floating in the sea now allowing my muscles to relax after the swim. I just lay there in the water letting the ocean take me wherever it wanted to. I felt very idyllic. It was like having sex with Mother Nature. I was looking up into the blue sky and my ears were under the water. I could hear the faint noises of the waves. Directly in front of me I could see the edges of my nipples. There was nobody to disturb me here. I contemplated my day so far.

I started to think about hitting one of the lesbian nightclubs in the night. I was certain about picking up a woman there. That made my heart lighter and I suddenly began to feel better. I was definitely going to get laid today. No question about it. Tonight my mammaries were going to nestle against another set of mammaries. The very thought of sex was enough to awaken my itch once again. Like I said earlier the itch does not sleep for long. Not when it has been growing over the last two months. Well, I did not have to wait for tonight to appease the itch did I? I could do something about it right now. I have never masturbated in a public place. But there was always a first time I guess. And so I inserted three fingers of my right hand into my vagina and started rubbing. My long fingernails helped me dig deep into my clitoris. I balanced myself with my left hand to stay afloat. I was aroused now. My nipples had turned into a couple of tiny rocks on my mammaries.

Suddenly, through the periphery of my vision I could see someone swimming towards me. I woke up from my sexual slumber and removed my hands from my crotch. Bloody hell! Who was this interrupting me? Whoever it was, the person was still far away. At least a hundred feet from where I was. I could tell the person was swimming at a great speed, because the distance between us was closing real fast. As the swimmer got closer I could make out long black hair. Then the swimmer disappeared behind a wave. I waited for a few seconds waiting for this bloody intruder to pop out from somewhere. I was hoping that whoever it was would go somewhere else so that I could continue masturbating peacefully. There was no sign of the swimmer for a while. A minute or two must have passed and I was going to start masturbating again when a head popped out about 20 feet ahead of me.

It was the intruder again. And I could see the person quite clearly now. It was a woman. A black woman. I could see her dark brown arms and legs as she swam towards where I was floating. In fact she was swimming straight towards me. As she swam closer I could see her ass popping out of the water every now and then. It didn’t look like she was wearing anything around her crotch. The woman stopped when she was about 10 feet away from me and came up for air.
Her upper body came out of the water and I saw that she was topless. Her naked dark brown breasts were there for all to see. One look at them and I could tell that she was well endowed. An extremely decent pair of mammaries I must admit. Not as good as my own but still very respectable. I would give her a 7 on 10 for her mammaries. And I was very strict when it came to tits. I suddenly realized that I had also seen her naked ass just a moment ago. Now one didn’t have to be a genius to figure out that this black woman who had disturbed my peaceful masturbatory slumber in mid ocean was butt naked. Just like me.

Hmmm now this could be interesting, I thought to myself. Very interesting in fact.

- Hey there, I called out to her.

She was still a little out of breath from her high speed swimming and didn’t reply immediately. Her breasts were jutting out at me as she regained her breath. They certainly were big allright.

-You all right out there? , I asked her.

She smiled. Not a bad face at all. She definitely looked like a Brazilian African, with her dark black skin. I could tell she was younger than me, no more than 40. She looked tall judging from the size of her shoulders.

- Hello, I am OK, she replied in a distinctly Brazilian accent. She was floating like me now. I caught her stealing a glance at my mammaries. I guess mine were jutting out at her, just like hers were jutting out at me.

– What are you doing swimming so deep? she asked.

- All those men started staring at me when I took off my clothes. I felt a little shy with so many men gaping at me, I joked.

She laughed at that. The girl stared at me for a second like she was trying to figure me out or something, her smile still occupying her face.

- Are you on holiday? she asked. Sounded like her English was pretty good even though it was heavily accented.

- Yes, I am over from England, I replied.

- Did you come alone?, she wanted to know. The woman was still smiling a little. Seductively I thought to myself.

- Why, do you intend to keep me company if I am alone? , I joked. It was not a completely innocent question but I asked it with a straight face.

- I was here alone on the beach, looking for some company and that’s when I saw you, the woman looked amused at the surprised expression on my face.

- Ok. So you came to the beach all alone eh?, I asked her, trying to feel her out.

- Yes. I am alone for the day. I was pretty bored on the beach. I had come here in the hope of meeting some women, she said. Ahhh! She had come to meet women had she? What kind of a woman comes to meet other women on a gay beach? A dyke of course. I suddenly noticed that she had moved a lot closer to me as we were talking. We were probably just 5 feet apart from each other with only the water between us. I had a better view of her mammaries now. She had pretty huge nipples that matched her large boobs. I always had a thing for women with large nipples. For the first time the eroticism of our situation hit me. Here we were, two butt naked women, only five feet apart from each other in the ocean. We were at least 500 feet away from any one else. We could do whatever we wanted to each other. It was almost like I was anticipating something of a sexual nature to happen between us. I had never had sex in the ocean. And the very thought was enough for me to feel a small tingling in my crotch. The crotch knew. The crotch always reacts to situations.

- What is your name?, I asked her adding a touch of seduction to my voice.

- Ursulla. And what is yours? , she asked still speaking very slowly. She glanced at my mammaries again. But this time it was a longer glance. She really was checking out my tits now. My heart was beating fast in anticipation.

- Barbara, I replied. The woman had a crooked smile on her face like she was anticipating something too.

- I saw you taking off your clothes, Barbara. I think it is very bold of you to swim naked in the Ipanema, she said, with a look of admiration.

- You think so? And did you like what you saw of my naked body? I asked her like it was a harmless question. But it was actually a very loaded question. Pretty direct don’t you think? Asking another woman what she thought about my body.

- It was hard not to like. You are so big and so tall. I think you have the best body I have ever seen on a female. It is so sexy and so sensual; she said half admiring, half seducing.

That was about the most obvious pick up line you could ever hear from a dyke. And I am not one to shy away. I am not used to women hitting on me so openly. English dykes are very prudish that way. These Brazilian women really were something.

- So were you stalking me now? Are you usually in the habit of stalking naked women on beaches? ,I asked her. She had thrown the gauntlet. Now it was up to me to take it.

- I wouldn’t say I was stalking you Barbara. I was looking for company, and you looked like you were alone, she replied confidently.

- Hmmm. Is that so? So you like naked women do you, Ursulla?, I asked her, really turning it on now.

We both smiled at my question. There was a kind of spoken erotic foreplay going on between the two of us. I moved a little closer to her and now we were only around three feet apart. I had to show her that I was up for it. I wanted what she wanted. Now we were so close in the water that we could both raise our hands and touch each other’s mammaries if we wanted to.

- Naked women, I like. Especially tall naked women with fit bodies. Like you. What do you like Barbara?, she asked. Her tone of speaking had become so seductive. I was felt like a bubble was going to burst. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. Two months without any sex and now here I was in the middle of the ocean with a naked black woman. This Brazilian bitch had certainly made her intentions clear.

- I like tall Brazilian sluts, I replied. I knew it that was very direct the moment I said it but then that’s how I talk. I had to show this Brazilian dyke that I was no prude. I wasn’t going to act all surprised just because I got hit on right in the middle of the ocean.

- Hah! You like to talk dirty don’t you Barbara? Is that how you like it? ,she was a little taken aback by my use of the word slut. For a moment her smile was partially replaced by a look of very slight resentment.

-Yes Ursulla. Not only do I like to talk dirty. But I like a woman who can talk back dirty as well. Someone who gives back as good as she gets, I said to her. I didn’t say it like I was challenging her or anything, just as a statement of fact. I was careful not to offend her because I liked where this was going.

- Oh you don’t have to worry about that Barbara. Even I can talk dirty too. This Brazilian slut can talk as dirty as any tall white bitch, she said to me. That really got my crotch itching badly. Here was a woman who wasn’t going to back down. I liked that quality in women. Especially dykes.

- I have never been with a black woman before. It’s always been white bitches for me. But I have always fantasized about being naked with a black woman. My white skin against her black skin, I said to her trying to break the tension between us and bring back the sex talk. Luckily she took my lead. Enough rough talk for now. I didn’t want to turn her off.

- Well I have never been with a white woman before. It’s always been my black tits against another pair of black tits. I have always dreamt of me and a white woman in heat, she said. We were back to the sex talk again. The sexual tension between us had reached a crescendo a moment earlier and then fallen away thanks to my rough talk. Now we would both have to work at rebuilding it again.
- Ah! So you can tell me a thing or two about black women then, I said looking directly into her eyes now.

- I can do more than tell. I could actually demonstrate to you some of the things that a black slut can do, she said cunningly. Now that was clever allright. This woman was really impressing me. She certainly knew how to talk. She wanted me to know that she was no kid.

- Oh what is the hurry now Ursulla? We have all the time in the world. And I am sure this white bitch can show you a few things you haven’t seen. I can give my own demonstration as you put it, I told her equally crafty.

- I am in no hurry Barbara either. I was just making it clear that I did not swim all the way here just to have a conversation with you, she said.

- Of course my dear Ursulla. Did you think I flew all the way to Rio to improve my swimming skills? Of course not. I came here for some action and that is what I am going to get, I said coolly. She smiled at that. It was a good come back on my part. And I could tell from the way she smiled that she was impressed.

- Well, I am really glad that both of us concur on our intentions, Barbara, she told me now.

- I am glad too. It is always nice to meet like-minded women, said I. I wanted to say like-minded dykes but decided against it.

- So you were asking me about black women, said Ursulla.

- Yes I was. Tell me Ursulla, What does a black slut like you smell like when you sweat during sex? I asked her. I always liked to ask this question to women I wanted to go to bed with. Most of them were repelled but some dykes liked it. And I had a feeling Ursulla wouldn’t mind.

Ursulla giggled at my question. It was almost a manly giggle. Ah! Just like I had thought. This was a dirty dyke and she liked some dirty talk with another dyke.

- Hmmm. Interesting question. When I am in heat with another black slut there is the smell of our mingled sweat. My sweat smells of cachaca, which is native Brazilian liquor because that’s what I drink all the time, Ursulla replied. What a clever thing to say. Mingled sweat smelling of liquor. This was one imaginative dyke.

- So what is the smell of the sweat of a white bitch like yourself? , Ursulla asked me. Now this was a first. No woman had ever wanted to know what I smelled like. This black beauty was really getting me off.

It was my turn to giggle.

- White women drink a lot of beer so they smell of beer when they sweat during sex, I said. It was a half joke but I said it with a straight face.

Both of us laughed at my reply. Ursulla looked impressed by my reply. Both of us were good talkers. We were well matched in that department.

- This might sound strange Barbara but I quite like the smell of beer. I am a dirty black slut and I want to bathe in the beer sweat of a dirty white bitch, Ursulla declared. This was getting dirtier by the second. I realized that the itching in my crotch had become unbearable. The dirty talk between us was really turning me on. And judging from the look on Ursulla’s face she was pretty overwhelmed too.

- And I want to lick the cachaca sweat off a black sluts body, I said smartly.

We both giggled again. The feeling in my crotch had reached a crescendo in anticipation of what was going to happen between the two of us. We had really drifted a long way away from the shore now. In fact I could hardly see the shore from where we were. It was only water around us. But the sea was pretty calm with only the occasional wave splashing salt water on our black and white faces. Ursulla’s long black hair was completely drenched and so was my short blonde hair. We were still around three feet from each other, our naked bodies dancing in the water.

- So have you ever mated with another woman in the ocean, Barbara? , Ursulla asked me now. I almost laughed out loud when she said this. I had never heard anyone use the word mate to describe sex. Isn’t mating what animals did? But it had a nice sound to it. Two dykes mate in the middle of the ocean. It was such an erotic thing to say and yet so dirty.

- No back home us dykes mate inside blankets or duvets. It is nice in a way. It’s nice to have another body wrapped around yours in that cold weather. And your body wrapped around your lovers. Just the knowledge that you are using your bodies to mate and also to provide warmth to each other. It is very erotic, I replied.

- So is that what I am Barbara? A dyke? Never heard that word before. I like the sound of it. It’s very macho. Very rough, said Ursulla. I could tell her that she was really enjoying the way I talked. As much as I was enjoying the way she talked. We were playing a game. A game in which we were mutually arousing and seducing each other through our confabulation.

- A dyke is a tough lesbian. One who is not scared of her needs. And you re a dyke aren’t you Ursulla? Because I am a dyke. And I only mate with dykes, I said challenging her again. The ocean had become surprisingly calm now. There were no waves at all. It was like we were in an enormous pond with the water moving around a little. Mother nature must have sensed the sexual tension between our naked bodies. She must be anticipating the impending mating between the two of us I thought to myself. In fact it’s almost like a threesome between Mother Nature, Ursulla and me. She was the silent stimulator, egging the two of us on, arousing the sexual feelings inside us.

- Oh I am a dyke all right. And I know I want the two of us to mate here right in the middle of the ocean. Unless you are too much of a pussy Barbara, said Ursulla accepting the challenge. That was it. Ursulla had made a direct statement of intent. It was for real now. It was up to me to make the next move.

- That’s what I want too Ursulla. Lets mate then, said I and pushed myself towards her. Until now we had both been careful to keep a 3 feet distance between us. It was like an unspoken line of control which both of us would not cross while we were seizing each other up. But now the time had come. Our sexual feelings for each other had been aroused to such a degree that there could be no more talking. There was nothing left to say. Now we were a piece of flesh for each other. Us two dykes were gonna enjoy each other’s flesh. We were like two animals that had just met and decided to mate. The only object here was to provide sexual relief to each other’s bodies. Our dyke bodies had ruled our minds. We were going to give into each other completely. Surrender to our desire for each other.

A split second after I pushed myself towards her, Ursulla also pushed herself toward me. Our naked bodies came into contact with each other for the first time. My nose brushed against her black cheeks and her nose rubbed against my white cheeks. Our breasts jostled against each other for a moment and so did our thighs. For a second the impact of our contact pushed both of us backwards and we weren’t in contact anymore. But such was the strength of our desires that we immediately pulled each other back together with our hands. I felt Ursulla’s hand on my hips as it snaked its way around to my back. She pulled me towards her bringing both her hands around me as our naked bodies united once again. I returned her embrace and the two of us let out gasps of pure sexual excitement as we clasped each other tightly. Ursulla had her face turned to the side and I planted a kiss on her cheek. She turned her face towards mine when I did this and the tips of our noses brushed against each other. I tightened my embrace and Ursulla did the same as our bodies became one. Ursulla was stronger than I imagined. Hers was a really tight embrace. Both of us simultaneously turned our faces side wards and lined our cheeks against each other. Her mammaries and mine were in contact now. Hers was larger than I had imagined. But they were soft ones compared to my hard tits. Our legs had been entwining while we embraced each other with our upper bodies. I disentangled my legs from hers and wrapped them around her buttocks. Taking my lead she wrapped her legs around my buttocks. Whatever move one made the other was ready to match it. Weren’t we the perfect lovers?

Now that our bodies had merged perfectly, we slowly slid down into the ocean. We went underwater but neither of us made any move to break free of the embrace. Time stood still for us as our entwined bodies slipped into the deeper annals of the ocean, both of us completely overwhelmed by the feel of skin against skin. Two hearts beating against each other. Our bodies were now so tightly locked together that we must have looked like one person to anyone who was watching. It would have been quite a sight. But there was no one else but lots of small fish around us. My eyes were open as we went deeper under the ocean and I could see hundreds of small fish around us. Watching us. Maybe they sensed what we were doing. We must have been going down for only a few seconds but it felt like a lifetime to me. Neither of us wanted to break the mutual embrace. Trying to draw as much pleasure as we could from each other’s naked flesh. My crotch was itching like never before.

Finally after what seemed like ages, I felt Ursulla trying to break free from our embrace. One of her hands had come off from my back and she was pointing upwards indicating to me that she was going back up for fresh air. The two of us couldn’t hold on much longer without air. She disentangled herself from my body and went up first. As she pushed herself upwards, the nipple on her black left breast rubbed against my cheek. And then her crotch rubbed up against my face as she swam upwards. I could tell that she was a really tall girl. Not 6 feet like me like me but at least 5 feet 10.

Now I couldn’t hold my breath any longer and I myself swam upwards. I reached the surface a split second after Ursulla had made it. Both of us gasped as fresh air filled our lungs. I could tell that Ursulla was laughing as she tried to get hold of her breath. I was laughing myself. It was a sexually charged laughter. Dyke laughter if you want to call it that. It took a few minutes for us to regain our breaths. We were a few feet apart once again. Mother nature had separated us. Like a jealous lover.

Ursulla was looking into my eyes and I met her gaze, both of us smiling slightly. We were both silent for a few seconds. I could tell from Ursulla’s face that she was unbearably aroused. She wanted me badly, just like I wanted her.

- Barbara, I know an island nearby. It has a beach called Abrico. It is a nudist beach so we will not look out of place if we go there naked. It’s only a few miles from here. And it is usually not very crowded at this time of the day. But we will have to swim, said Ursulla. The two of us were waking up from the amorous slumber of our underwater tryst. Now we had to find a new avenue to finish what we had started.

- Good idea Ursulla, I don’t want to go back to the Farma and get our clothes. Lets swim to Abrico then. Are you sure it is a nudist beach? , I asked her excitedly.

- Oh yes Barbara. It is the perfect place for the two of us, considering the situation we have on our hands, she said all crafty again.

- Oh and what situation is that Ursulla?, I asked naughtily.

- The situation of two hungry crotches, replied Ursulla.

- Ah! Well-said Ursulla. And don’t forget that we both have some demonstrations for each other, I said really excited now.

- I haven’t forgotten Barbara. I am sure it is going to be a learning experience for both of us. In more ways than one, Ursulla countered, a look of joy on her face.

- I cannot wait for us to get to the beach. Another mating session is at hand my dear Ursulla, I said unable to contain my feelings now.

- Me neither Barbara. To Abrico it is then, said Ursulla. And with that she plunged into the ocean and started swimming. I started myself a couple of seconds after she did. I was right behind her and I could see her naked buttocks, back and her head popping out every once in a while in front of me. We swam for a few minutes like that. Ursulla was swimming pretty fast but I didn’t have a problem keeping up because there weren’t too many waves. She must be desperate to get to Abrico to restart out mating session.

I followed Ursulla for a few minutes slowly getting a vague idea about which direction we were swimming in. It definitely looked like Ursulla was swimming North of the Ipanema. Slowly I began to catch up with her and after a few minutes we were swimming side by side. Then I overtook her and she was behind me for a few minutes. I kept looking back every now and then to see if she was behind me.

It felt good to be in front. I didn’t like being lead. Wasn’t born to follow. It would be better if I showed her that I wasn’t some prudish dyke from England. She had probably realized that I could talk as well as she did. Now I had to show her that I was good physically as well. I felt movement in the ocean to my right and realized that Ursulla had caught up with me. Soon we were swimming side by side again. Our naked bodies really working hard to maintain the momentum. That was when I realized that our swim to the island had taken on a competitive undertone. Ursulla had sensed that it was a race when I had overtaken her a few moments ago. And she was up for it. No way she was going to back out.

We swam side by side for a few minutes, our naked black and white bodies matching each other, lap for lap. The itches in our crotches were forgotten for the moment. We were competitors now. I wasn’t feeling tired and by the look of things Ursulla was going strong too. After about five minutes of intense competition I felt Ursulla getting ahead of me. She was about five feet in front of me now. Bloody Hell! This woman could swim allright. But I want going to be left behind like that. So I increased my momentum pushing my body to the limit. I was beginning to feel the heat now. We had been swimming for a while and my arms and legs were beginning to ache. I was by Ursulla’s body in a minute. We were swimming side by side again. I didn’t let my momentum go and soon I was a good ten meters ahead of her. I wasn’t going to let up now. If she overtook me one more time I was going to loose. So I swam hard now. Putting more pressure on my body. Breaking the waves like a raging blue whale.

Suddenly I could see the island ahead of me. There it was the island of Abrico. Where Ursulla and me where going to mate for real. Where I was going to pit my naked white body against her naked black body. But I had to get there before her. There was no way I was going to back out. I swam harder looking back just once to confirm that Ursulla was still behind me. She was still behind me but had closed the distance a little. The glimpse of the island in the horizon was just the boost that I needed. I would not have to swim for long now. I checked underwater and realized that the ground was visible. The water wasn’t too deep anymore. I would be on the sand soon. Barbara the dyke. Victorious. On top as always. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt movement by my side again. Fucking hell! It was Ursulla again and this time she was swimming real close to me. I could see her black nakedness right next to me. We were breathing down each other’s neck.

This was one strong woman I was up against. She had caught up with me twice now. Both of us were swimming with a vengeance. Neither wanted to loose out. Two women eager to establish their supremacy over each other. We were nearly there. I didn’t want to look up for even a second because I knew that would mean defeat for me.

Suddenly my legs hit sand. I realized that we were nearing the shore. A quick sideways glance revealed that Ursulla was still swimming. We could not be a long way away from the beach now. A few more seconds of swimming and we would be on the sands of the Abrico. It was a race for the sands now. My body hit the surface of the shore. I could no longer swim, as there was very little depth in the water. So I got up on my feet and started to run for the beach. Just behind me Ursulla was doing the same. The water was only up to my shins, so I was sprinting. I could see the beach right in front of me as I tried to outrun Ursulla. I looked back over my shoulder and I could tell that Ursulla was not running very fast. Hah! The slut was tiring.

I reached the sand first. I kept running and then swung around.

- I win you slut, I yelled at Ursulla. I was ecstatic but out of breath. Ursulla had stopped running. She had her hands on her hips and was panting in exhaustion as she walked towards me. It had been quite a swim.
For the first time I was seeing Ursulla’s whole body in a state of nakedness. Earlier a large part of both our bodies had been submerged in the ocean. But now we were both seeing each other fully naked as we tried to catch our breaths.

- You are a good swimmer, Barbara, said Ursulla, still exhausted as she walked towards me. I was about twenty feet from the sea now.

- Yeah I know, I said not returning the complement.

Ursulla giggled. And then she lay down on the sand. She had long black legs. Her feet were small though.

I looked around the beach. It was not a very big beach like the Ipanema. There weren’t too many people on it. Less than ten for sure. And most of them were far away from us. They hadn’t noticed us as we were still a good fifty feet away from anyone else. But even from this distance I could tell they were all stark naked.

I lay down beside Ursulla on the sand, our naked bodies side by side. Ursulla was still breathing heavily and so was I. It was peaceful on the Abrico. It did not have the buzz of the Ipanema. The two of us just lay there for a while, soaking in the sun. I could feel sand sticking to my wetback. I was breathing slowly again. The sound of waves splashing in the distance was very soothing. My heart felt light.

- Are we just going to lie here all day?, said Ursulla breaking the silence.

- I guess not, I replied.

I got up and knelt beside Ursulla. I turned her over on her back. She was tired and I was able to turn her over very easily. There was sand sticking to her butt and I wiped it off with my hands. When I pinched her butt she let out a cry of excitement. Then I held a large chunk of her black butt in my hands. I liked a nice butt. Ursulla giggled as I did this. Then I buried my face in her butt. Her black skin felt good. It was really smooth and it smelt wonderful. I continued kissing her ass for a few moments rubbing her back as I did this. I separated her buttocks until I could see her ass lips. They were a dark brown color. I inserted two of my fingers into her asshole. Ursulla let out a moan as my fingers explored her anus.

- Do you think I am a vile woman?, I asked her as my fingers dug deeper into her asshole.

- You are vile and filthy, Ursulla shouted at me.

- Well so are you. I know you are enjoying this, I shouted back. My fingers were rubbing harder now. I dug my nails deep into her asshole. Ursulla let out a cry of pain.

- You filthy bitch, she yelled in pain.

Suddenly she got up and pushed me to the ground. She was on top of me in a second. She turned my body over in the sand like I had done to her. I let myself be turned around. Then she buried her face in my buttocks. I could feel her licking and kissing my butt.

Then she separated my buttocks and started licking my asshole. I felt good as her tongue stroked my hole. She was rubbing my back as she did this. I could feel her breasts on my back now. She had stopped servicing my butt hole and was moving on to my body. Ursulla lay on top of me, her enormous breasts rubbing my back. She wrapped her hands around my body and roughly kissed my neck and back.

I turned around to face her. She raised her body a little to let me turn around. When I had turned around completely she lowered her body onto mine. Both of us gasped as our naked bodies united once again. The two of us wrapped her hands around each other rubbing the others back with our hands. Our breasts came into contact as we embraced tightly. We lay locked together like that for a few moments enjoying the feel of skin against skin. This was heaven. This was almost primeval. We were like two lesbian women in the Stone Age. Fucking each other in the open.

I ran my fingers through her hair, as we lay locked together. She had long black hair compared to my short blonde hair. My other hand was on her buttocks, rubbing them. She had one hand around my neck and the other one was rubbing my back. Her face was kissing my neck.

I pulled her hair and brought her face close to mine. We looked into each other’s eyes for a second and then her lips were on mine. Both of us opened out mouths immediately and we commenced a mouth-to-mouth kiss. Ursulla now grasped my hair tightly. We both gripped each other’s hair tightly as our free hands explored each other’s bodies. My tongue was licking hers as we kissed fervently. We carried on kissing for a few minutes, neither of us unable to break free from the passion that bound us together. We exchanged spittle as the fluids in our mouths mixed.

And then I felt Ursulla’s fingers entering my crotch. I sought out her crotch with my own fingers. We gasped again as we descended into sexual frenzy.

Adventures in Brazil: (Chapter 2) Ursulla

I felt Barbara’s nose nuzzle against my cheeks as I woke up from sleep. Her face is close to mine and I can hear her soft breathing. We are still lying locked together on the Abrico beach, our naked bodies covered in mud. The sun is still shining down on us. Our legs are entwined. I am still sleepy as I seek Barbara’s toes to rub with mine. Barbara gets my message and she raises her head.

- Ahhh! You are awake, Barbara said, lowering her head and planting a kiss on my cheek.

I pulled her face back towards mine and we kissed each other deeply and softly. Her heavy body starts to cramp me and so I pushed her off. I sit up and look towards the sea. Barbara is lying by my side, her hands playing with her nipples as she smiles wantonly at me. She is still very aroused. She raises her hand and strokes my arms and then my neck. She is trying to arouse me too.

- When did you wake up?, I ask turning towards her.

- Just a few minutes ago, she replies.

- Do you know how long we were sleeping?, I ask her.

- Not more than thirty minutes, she replies. Her hands move towards my breasts and she is tickling my nipples.

- Did you enjoy mating with me?, I ask her.

- It was nice, she says naughtily. She sits up now and starts kissing my shoulders. I move my face toward her and we kiss again, softly. Then she breaks our kiss and kneels by my side. She is pulling my hand wanting me to kneel in front of her. I got up on my knees and now we are facing each other.

Barbara moves towards me and jostles her breasts against mine. I match her move and our breasts are jostling and playing. We line our nipples against each other. I feel Barbara pushing her breasts against mine. She wants to compete. I push back and we are having a breast fight. We are aroused as our nipples rub against each other. We kiss again, this time more roughly.

We fall onto the sands once again locked in an embrace, putting an end to our breast fight. Our hands are all over each other’s bodies. We are mating again.
After we made love for a second time we swam back to the Ipanema. When we got there Barbara is relieved to find that her clothes are still there. I put on my bikini and beach thong. A lot of the homosexuals watch us as we dress.

I kissed Barbara on the mouth and we neck right in the middle of the Farma for everyone to see. Barbara has no shame. I like that about her. I have never met a woman as bold as her.

We are walking towards her hotel now. Hand in hand.

- So my lover, do you want to spend the night together?, she asked me.

- Yes, what do you want to do tonight?, I ask her.

We both giggle. It is only seven. We still have the whole evening ahead of us.

- Tonight we will mate inside a blanket, Barbara says.

- Do you want to go to a lesbian nightclub?, I ask her.

- Good idea. Which one is it?, Barbara asked excitedly.

- It is in town. About half an hour by taxi from your hotel. It is called the Blue Iguana. It is a nude dancing club. It is exclusively for lesbians. Only women go there. No men are allowed, I said.

- A nude dancing club? Ahhh! Sounds exciting, said Barbara.

We both laughed at that.

- We could find other dykes there and we could all come back to my hotel and have a big orgy. It is possible. A lot of women pick each other up at the Blue Iguana. Once I went there and hooked up with two Greek lesbians, I said.

- You are joking right, asks Barbara disbelievingly.

- Not at all. It really happened. I went back to their hotel with them and we spent the night together, I told her.

Barbara had a suspicious look on her face.

- Oh my fucking god. That fucking rules. I cannot wait, she said excitedly.

- Picking up more women should not be a problem, I assured her.

We reached her hotel and went up to her room. Barbara asks me if I want any food and I reply in the negative. She also decides against it and we order for two Jack Daniels and coke to be brought up to the room.

We are kissing again as we wait for the Jack Daniels. Since our meeting in the ocean we have not been able to keep our hands off each other. Now our hands are inside each other’s thongs rubbing at each other’s vaginas. We are probing deep into each other’s labia, our long nails delivering pleasure. Both of us reach orgasm just as the doorbell starts ringing. Barbara props up her dress and opens the door. Its room service with our drinks.

We finish our drinks and order for more to be sent up. Its 7:30 in the evening. Still lots of time left for us to hit the nightclub. We start groping again as we wait for the second set of drinks. This time we are fiercer. Barbara bites my lips and I bite back. We both slap each other’s fannies hard as we kiss. We separate to take off our thongs. And then our bikinis. We spread ourselves on the carpet. First we embrace and then Barbara starts licking my vagina and me hers. We lick each other to another orgasm as the doorbell rings again. We get dressed and the drinks are brought in. We down four Jack Daniels. Two each. Barbara is high. So am I. The Jack Daniels has started working. My head is swinging. The room smells of sex and our cum.

Barbara calls room service and asks for more drinks to be brought up. We are kissing again. But this time softly. Just licking slowly at each other’s tongues and caressing each other. Rubbing noses. There is another ring of the doorbell. I put my clothes back on and open the door and the drinks are brought in. We down two more Jack Daniels and Coke.

We are really high now. Barbara is singing. And I am singing along with her. We commence a slow sensuous dance in the middle of the room. It is more of an embrace with both of us feeling each other up as we move around the room.

- Lets take a bath together, says Barbara.

- Why now? , I ask.

- Just to get the sea smell off our bodies, she replies.

I say ok and we are taking our clothes off again. Off comes our bikinis and thongs and we are butt naked again. Barbara takes me to the bathroom and we are under the shower. Hot water falling on our naked bodies. We are embracing and kissing. Barbara soaps my body and me hers. All the smell of sweat and sex and cum are washed away. We are like a couple of clean babies. The air around us smells heavenly and I am feeling a little less dizzy after the bath.

We both get dressed after the bath. Barbara lends me a pair of blue jeans and a red top. The top has “shit happens when you party naked” printed on it in black. I see that Barbara is wearing an identical shade of blue jeans, but her top is black with the same caption printed in white. My thong and bikini from the beach are on the floor with Barbara’s.

Barbara takes out a watch from a bag in the corner. It’s nine in the night.

- This is a good time to hit the Blue Iguana, I tell her.

- Well what are we waiting for? , says Barbara cheerfully.

She puts her arm around me. I returned the favor. We locked the room and walked towards the lift. Inside the lift Barbara kisses me again. We kiss really deeply, tongues exploring each other’s mouth, exchanging saliva. Barbara smells great and I am sure she feels the same about me.

I feel a lot of eyes on us as we walk through the lobby arms around each other. But we are drunk and we don’t care. Outside I call for a taxi and we are off to the Blue Iguana.

- You didn’t tell me anything about yourself, Barbara says after we have settled down in the taxi.

- What do you want to know? , I ask.

- Everything. For starters, your full name, what do you do, where do you live. I want a detailed account of your life, says Barbara.

- I am Ursulla de Oliveira. Half Spanish and half African. I teach Spanish at a school in Rio. I have been a lesbian, since I was fifteen, I tell her.

- Teacher huh?, Barbara says, looking a bit surprised.

- Now tell me about yourself, I say to Barbara.

- I am Barbara Messing, all English, I work as a personal trainer in Manchester, I have been a lesbian since sixteen, Barbara says to me.

- Oh, a personal trainer. No wonder you are so well built, I say in admiration.

- You are well built for a Spanish teacher. Do you work out? , asks Barbara.

- Yes I go to the gym five days a week, I reply.

- I thought so, Barbara says sounding pleased with herself.

Both of us are quite for a few moments. The whiskey has started to wear off. I don’t feel too dizzy anymore. It is really crowded on the roads. The traffic is still very high at this late hour. Our taxi is going real slow. It is going to be a while before we reach the Blue Iguana.

Barbara takes my hand in hers and we interlock fingers. We both smile at each other. I know I am lucky to have met Barbara. I mean a woman like her would have no problems finding company in Brazil. If it was not me then it would have been some other woman. When I had seen Barbara taking off her clothes I was speechless for a few moments. I could not take my eyes off her. I had watched her until she was lost in the ocean.

- So do you have a girlfriend? , I ask Barbara. She is a bit taken aback.

- No. I was in a relationship with another woman for the last three years. Then we broke up two months ago. She left me for a man. They moved to Australia, she replied calmly.

- What a bitch! She just ditched you just like that? Was she white?, I ask Barbara.

- Yes she was white. And a man stole my baby. An Australian cunt, she replies angrily.

- Oh my baby, that must have been hard, I say to her and I put my arm around her and we start kissing. I felt sorry for her and our kissing is a little intense. I feel like I am falling in love with Barbara. Barbara is a passionate kisser. She really likes my saliva and we are exchanging fluids. We kiss for a few minutes and then break away.

- Did you have a girlfriend before this?, Barbara asks me as we both relax a little after the kiss.

- Me and another Spanish woman had been dating six months ago. But she was not very good in bed. She was a little frigid, so I broke up with her, I told Barbara.

- Ok. So you have not had any sex in the last six months?, asks Barbara.

- No, I reply.

- No wonder you came after me like that today. Did you have an itch in your crotch?, Barbara asks naughtily.

- Not anymore, I reply.

- We will see about that, says Barbara.

We are quite for a few moments. I look out of the taxi and see that we are nearing the Blue Iguana. We reach there five minutes later. Barbara pays the taxi driver and we walk into the club.

The Iguana is newly decorated and there are pink strobe lights everywhere. The club is divided into three different bars, a DJ playing in each bar. Each bar has a medium sized dance floor. Each of the three bars surround a large circular dance floor which is were most of the guests dance. There are already a lot of women around. At least a hundred. The club has a capacity of one thousand and it is going to get more and more crowded as the night goes on. There are all kinds of women in the club. Single women who want to meet other single women. Couples. Lesbians in groups. I can tell already tell this is going to be a wild night at the Blue Iguana. There are three women on the sofa near the bar kissing each other.

- This place is smashing, Barbara says excitedly.

- You like it?, I ask her.

It is pop music night and we can hear Heart of Glass by Blondie coming through the huge speakers.

Barbara and me hit the bar immediately. It is nice to go out with a heavy drinker, especially if you are one yourself. Soon we are downing drinks by the dozen. I am all dizzy again and I can tell Barbara is pretty drunk as well.

We hit the central dance floor for a bit. There are only around twenty people on the dance floor. They are playing Barracuda by Heart. Barbara is not a very good dancer. Neither am I. So the two of us are a perfect match on the dance floor. The heavy metal riff of this classic song is getting into my head and I am really starting to boogey. Barbara matches me clumsy move for clumsy move.

- This is the dyke dance baby, Barbara yells into my ear.

- I am so glad you are a lousy dancer like me, I yell back.

Barbara laughs at that.

- We have a lot in common don’t we?, Barbara jokes as Barracuda ends. The DJ plays These Boots are Made for Walking by Nancy Sinatra next. Barbara seems to be enjoying herself.

More women are hitting the dance floor now. I notice a very tall woman dancing next to us. I can tell she is making a pass at Barbara. She is giving Barbara some really sexy looks. But Barbara has not seen her yet. The woman is really tall. As tall as Barbara. And big built too. I look towards Barbara and then back to the woman. Despite my drunken state I immediately notice the similarities between the two. This woman is blonde too and she has her hair cut really short like Barbara. Like us, even she is wearing a blue jeans and a yellow round neck top. Her hands are muscular like Barbara’s. She has a very protruding chest. An amazing pair of breasts lie hidden behind that top of hers. No doubt in my mind about that. Suddenly the woman swings around slowly and I can see that she has protruding buttocks too. Those buttocks are certainly as big as Barbara’s, I tell myself. This woman knows I am staring at her. She runs her hands over her breasts smiling at me, in acknowledgement. Then Barbara sees the woman. She looks surprised for a moment. Barbara is checking out this woman too. In fact they are checking each other out.

I could see this is a weird setup for both of them. It looked like both of them were very pleased to seeing mirror images of themselves. The woman moves towards us, still dancing. Like us she is no great dancer, which I guess had a lot to do with her bulky figure. Barbara and me move towards her too. Now this woman and Barbara are really checking each other out, smiling wantonly at each other, like me and Barbara had smiled at each other in the water. It looked like they were dancing for each other. I was being ignored for the moment. I started to feel a bit jealous.

We were dancing in a triangle now. Then Barbara introduced herself to the woman.

- Hey there. I am Barbara, she said extending her hand to the woman.

- I am Alexandra, nice to meet you Barbara, the woman said taking Barbara’s hand in hers.

- And this is my partner Ursulla, Barbara said pointing towards me. She was still holding on to this Alexandra woman’s hand.

- Hey there, said the woman with a friendly smile. I smiled back. Alexandra matched Barbara and me when it came to height. But her overall build matched Barbara’s body more than mine. Now as they stood close together shaking hands, I felt like I was looking at twin sisters. They were two of the biggest women I had ever met in my whole life.

- Where are you from, I asked Alexandra. She and Barbara had still not let go of each other’s hands.

- I am from England, replied Alexandra.

- So am I, said Barbara suddenly.

- Really? That is so cool. I never thought I would meet anyone from England in Brazil said the woman, excitedly.

- Me neither. Lets sit somewhere and talk, said Barbara urgently.

The three of us left the dance floor and walked to where the seats where. Barbara gave me a knowing glance as we sat down. I knew then and there that Alexandra was coming back with us to the hotel room. The three of us would mate on Barbara’s bed locked together under the sheets. The very thought of it was enough to arouse me again. I felt a small tickle in my crotch at once.

Barbara was sitting closer to Alexandra on the sofa. I was sitting across the table on a chair facing the two of them.

- So where in England are you from? , Barbara asked Alexandra.

- I am in Birmingham, I work as a personal trainer there, replied Alexandra.

- Really? I am in Manchester and I work as a personal trainer too, said Barbara.

- What a coincidence, said the woman smiling.

- Yeah really, agreed Barbara.

I had a chance to look at Alexandra’s face now. I had been concentrating on her body while we were dancing. I was surprised to find that even Alexandra’s face had an alarming resemblance to Barbara’s face. It was not just the way they both wore their hair, but both of them had manly handsome faces. Both women had huge jaw lines and large cheekbones with lots of flesh on them. Just looking at the two of them sitting side by side was arousing me. These two personal trainers, both of them English. Tonight was going to be a heavenly night. It was going to be an earth shattering to see these two women mate. In fact I wouldn’t mind kicking back and just watching the two of them go at each other.

- I do not know if you have noticed, but you look like twins, I said interrupting them.

- Yeah we do, they said in unison.

- It did not escape me, said Alexandra laughing.

- I am not joking. Just look at the two of you. You look like clones, I said unable to control my feelings.

- Am I not a little bigger Ursulla?, said Barbara in mock challenge.

- No Way. You don’t quite measure up to me, said Alexandra. She said it like Barbara had hurt her pride. Barbara was only mocking but I don’t think Alexandra understood the humor.

- Nonsense, you are both the same size, I assured them.

- I don’t measure up to you? You don’t know what you re talking about girl, said Barbara quite haughtily, but still smiling a bit. But it was not a completely innocent statement.

- Well don’t girl me Barbara dear. I think I am older wiser and stronger than you are, said Alexandra. She said this quite loudly, with a certain amount of hostility in her voice.

I was a bit taken aback by the tone of Alexandra’s voice. And judging from the expression on Barbara’s face I could tell she was a bit surprised as well.

- You think so Alexandra honey? How can you be so sure? After all we just met a few minutes ago. Such assumptions would be very stupid, said Barbara recovering very fast. She wasn’t about to back down.

- Well let’s just say I am a very confident woman. Tell me your age Barbara dear, said Alexandra.

- I am 45. And how old are you?, Barbara wanted to know.

- Hmmm. Interesting. We are both the same age. So we have both been around a while, said Alexandra.

- Not much to choose between the two of you in that department, I added. There was some kind of a war of wits going on between these two women. Like they were measuring each other up.

- Age is one thing. But I think I am much more stronger than you honey, said Barbara. She had made an open challenge to Alexandra. It was like America telling China that they had more weapons.

- Oh please. Cut the crap Barbara. You have no way of knowing, said Alexandra. The two of them were staring into each other’s eyes now.

- Maybe we can find out, said Barbara. I was getting really aroused by this war of wits between the two women. They were both strong women and neither was willing to back down.

- Well what do you have in mind, asked Alexandra. She was ready for anything. There was no way she was going to back down to Barbara.

Both of them were silent for a second. And then I had a brilliant idea.

- I will have to be the judge. I will have to see the two of you with your clothes off so that I can compare your naked bodies. And the two of you can have some kind of a wrestling contest, which will help me decide who is physically stronger, I said to them. I felt the tingling in my crotch reach a crescendo even as I said this to them. I had taken on the role of an umpire in this contest between the two women.

- That is a good idea, said Alexandra.

- That’s fine by me, agreed Barbara.

- But where will this wrestling contest take place? , asked Alexandra.

- Leave that to me. I have a place in mind where the two of you can compete, I assured them. I knew of an excellent place where the three of us would be alone. It was a beach that was near the Blue Iguana. It was called the Savvanah. There would not be anyone there at this time of the night.

- What are we waiting for then? Lets leave right now, said Barbara eagerly.

- Yes do lets, said Alexandra equally eager.

I smiled at their keenness. I knew right from the moment I met her that Barbara was the kind of woman who liked a challenge, especially from another woman. This was probably the kind of thing that she had dreamt about. Alexandra too. I could tell that both of them were trying not to look very excited about this impending contest. But this was the kind of thing they both enjoyed doing. And neither of them were going to let this chance go, especially considering the fact that both of them looked so evenly matched. I realized for the first time that such a thing was destined to happen once these two women had met each other. They were attracted to each other and they would mate sooner or later. But there were a few things they had to get out of the way before they actually involved themselves in copulation. Certain issue’s which needed straightening out. This contest was merely foreplay before their final sexual congress.

- You two dykes cannot wait to see each other naked with each other can you?, I mocked them.

Both of them smiled sheepishly.

- Lets go then, I said getting up from my chair. Barbara and Alexandra got up from the sofa. They gave each other a cold stare as they got up. We walked out of the bar and out of the club. The three of us were probably the only guests to have left so early. The party was just getting started at the Blue Iguana. But the three of us had better things lined up.

Outside, the air was hotter than inside the club. But it was windy too and it would become windier when we reached the beach. It was almost midnight now. There weren’t too many people on the roads.

- Where are you taking us, Barbara asked me.

I told them about the Savvnah beach and they both looked pleased.

- I am going to kick your ass on the beach, Barbara baby, Alexandra challenged.

- No honey, I am going to beat your soft ass to the ground, Barbara returned the challenge.

It was a ten-minute walk to the beach from the Blue Iguana. And it looked liked these two Englishwomen were going to do some trash talking until we got there. Their argument continued as we walked. Their rivalry was arousing me. I couldn’t wait for us to get to the beach and see these two women competing.

- You are just a 45-year-old pussy, Alexandra told Barbara.

- And you are just a frigid 45-year-old dyke, countered Barbara.

Once again their equality overwhelmed me. Two muscular 45-year-old personal trainers were going to get naked and dirty to see who was physically stronger. I thought they would get into a catfight right there when I saw the path to the beach. The beach was hidden behind a bunch of trees. It was a perfect setting for Barbara and Alexandra.

- We are there girls, I said interrupting their bickering.

That shut them up and the three of us quietly took the path to the beach. Both of them had suddenly stopped arguing. Suddenly they had both realized that the contest would begin in a few moments. So it was like they were silently psyching themselves up.

We left the path behind us and entered the beach. The waves were a lot stronger at this hour of the night. There was a strong wind blowing now. But the air was still very humid.
We walked until we reached what appeared to be an approximate center of the beach. It was just the three of us now. The beach was deserted except for us.

- Here we are now, I told them.

They both looked at me and then at each other. Their eyes met. Alexandra took off her sandals and Barbara took off hers.

- Let me tell you how it’s going to be. The two of you take your clothes off and pose for me like body builders do. And we will have the contests after that, I told the two bare footed warriors.

- Ha! You are enjoying this aren’t you Ursulla?, said Alexandra.

- You bet she is, agreed Barbara.

- What can I say girls? I didn’t ask for it, I replied coolly.

- Ok enough of the talking, lets get down to business, said Barbara.

With that Barbara removed her top. She pulled it off over her head, the top barely ruffling her short hair. Her enormous breasts shook from the effort and then they settled down and jutted out at Alexandra and me. For a split second Alexandra stared in admiration. But not one to be left behind, Alexandra took off her own top and threw it on the sand. I stared in admiration at Alexandra’s mammoth breasts. She had nothing to be ashamed about. She matched Barbara, breast for breast. Nipple for nipple. It was Barbara’s turn to admire now.

Then Barbara undid the buckle of her jeans and unzipped it. She lowered the jeans to her knees and took out one foot and then the other. She had no panties on. Her shaved pussy was there for us to see. Alexandra matched this move and unzipped her own jeans. I was surprised to find that she was not wearing any panties either. She took off her jeans and dropped it o the sand next to where she had dropped her top. We were getting a view of the lower part of her body for the first time. Once again Alexandra did not disappoint. She had legs like tree trunks and huge feet as big as Barbara’s. The two of them weren’t looking at me anymore. They were admiring each other’s naked torsos. My vagina was not tickling anymore. It was throbbing.

- Allright girls, let the contest begin, I said to the two of them.

They broke their mutual gaze and looked at me.

- Alrighty then, said Barbara and took a step forward. She placed her hands on her hips and struck a pose, pushing her breasts forward.

- Not bad baby, but get a load of this, said Alexandra and she matched Barbara’s pose. Once again I was amazed by the physical similarities between the two women. It was like they were two statues made by the same artiste. Well-toned, chiseled bodies without an inch of fat on them. All muscle and no chubbiness.
From where I stood it was hard to choose between the two. There was no choice really. These two women were as equally matched as it gets. There was no difference between the two competitors. This would have to be decided with a wrestling match. There was no question about this in my mind.

- Sorry girls. I cannot choose between the two of you. Like I said your bodies are like exact clones of each other, I told them.

- Hmmm. Well so that means we are going to settle this with a tussle right? ,asked Barbara. It was more of a statement than a question.

- Oh yes. There is no other way to settle this, Alexandra seemed to agree.

This is what they both wanted. They wanted to get down and dirty with each other.

- I wouldn’t call this a tussle. More like a test of strength, I corrected them.

- Well what do you have in mind? , asked Barbara impatiently.

- Let us not stick to just one test of strength. Let us make it a series of contests, I told them.

- Yes do lets. I mean we didn’t come here for a one off did we? We have all the time in the world, agreed Alexandra.

- Since you both seem to agree on this, why don’t we start with a leg-wrestling match?, I suggested.

- That sounds nice, said Barbara.

- The two of you will have to lie down on the sand with your legs in contact and you will pit your legs against each other. It will be a palm against palm contest. Agreed? , I asked them.

- Great idea, what are we waiting for then, said Alexandra excitedly.

- Wait a second, said Barbara. The two of us looked towards her.

- Before we begin I want you to get naked too, said Barbara to me.

- Good thinking! I am sure you wouldn’t mind, agreed Alexandra.

- Not at all, I said pleased at this suggestion by Barbara. Trust Barbara to come up with such sexy ideas.

I removed my sandals and easily pulled out my top from over my head. I let out a small gasp as the top brushed my rock hard nipples. And then I unzipped my jeans and left it on the sand. I could tell Alexandra was mighty impressed with my naked body. She was eyeing my naked breasts, as I stood naked facing the two of them. My engorged clit jutting out at them.

- Ok are you ready?, I asked the two of them.

They both nodded.

- Ok why don’t you two lie down on the sand with your legs facing each other, I said walking towards them. I slapped their naked butts, as they were just about to lie down on the sand. They both laughed.

The two women laid down their naked torsos on the sand with their legs just centimeters apart. I made them adjust the distance between them so that their long muscular legs would have enough space to play.

- Ok now you two sluts, raise your legs please, I told them.

They slowly raised their legs and then brought them into contact with the palms of their feet against each other. Both of them gasped as naked palm met naked palm. They carefully lined their feet against each other until they were in perfect contact. The sight of naked feet against naked feet nearly sent me into frenzy. I had to control myself here. Both of them had extremely large feet. In fact like the rest of their bodies, their feet were also perfect replicas of each other.

- Allright you sluts, let the contest begin, I told them.

Immediately the two women pushed their legs against each other. The initial push saw their legs flaying wildly loosing contact with the others legs for a few seconds. Then they sought out each other’s feet and this time the contest was on. They had found a perfect balance for their feet and now they were pressing them hard against each other. They stayed like that for a few seconds, neither of them able to get any kind of leverage with their respective feet. This was going to be a test of endurance. It was a beautiful sight, two muscular women wrestling with their legs. The two women were really straining now, letting out gasps and I saw that both of them had their eyes closed.

This stalemate continued for a few minutes, neither woman able to get any kid of advantage on the opponent. I could tell that this might end in a draw, which I didn’t want to happen.

- Hey why don’t you go easy for a few seconds, get your strength back and start over again, I suggested.

- Fine, they said in unison.

The women relaxed for a bit but I did not let them put their feet on the ground. Their feet would have to stay in contact or at least dangling in the air. But the women had other ideas. They started playing with each other’s legs. Suddenly this lull in the contest started to take on sexual overtones. Barbara was rubbing the insides of Alexandra’s thighs with her toes and Alexandra was returning the favor. I was mesmerized. Alexandra was rubbing the toes of her free legs against Barbara’s calf. The women were letting out small gasps of pleasure. As for me I inserted my fingers into my vagina and started touching my own wetness for a few seconds.

- Ok that’s enough you horny sluts, let the contest begin again, I told them.

The two women disentangled their legs and lined up their feet against each other again. The contest was on again. This time the women appeared to be trying harder. They seemed to be more determined. They worked hard not to let the pressure slide as their upper bodies wriggled in the sands because of the effort they were putting in.

Loud grunts came from the two competing women. This tussle might just get a winner after all. I could tell both of them were tiring. I took a step forward and saw that the palms of their feet had become sweaty with the effort they were putting in. They kept loosing contact with each other’s feet because the sweating had made their feet slippery.

Their grunting had grown louder but I could tell that neither woman had been able to gain any advantage over each other so far in the contest. This leg-wrestling contest had been going on for a few minutes now. They were so equally matched that the contest was still a stalemate. I waited for a couple more minutes by which time the grunts had turned into screaming. Then I asked them to stop.

- The first contest ends in a draw. No winner, I told them. The two women lowered their legs.

- Fucking bitch, yelled Barbara as she got back on her feet.

- Fucking whore, Alexandra yelled back.

The way the two of them got back on their feet, I could tell their legs and feet were very sore from the fighting.

- I almost won that you bitch, Barbara said in a mocking tone.

- In your dreams you whore, said Alexandra in an equally mocking tone.

The two women smiled at each other again. The leg-wrestling contest had really helped them to take stock of each other’s physical attributes. And I could tell that they were highly impressed with each other. I could sense something happening between these two women. It was admiration. A respect for each other’s physical strength.

- Cool it girls. Lets save the fight for the end, I told them.

- That was a good fight, said Alexandra.

- You too, said Barbara paying back the compliment.

Both women knew that this was not going to be an easy set of contests. I admired the grace with which they had accepted each other. Accepted their equality. Accepted the fact that if either of them was going to win today, it would be by a whisker.

The women seemed to be very calm and composed as they regained their breaths.

- Now for the second round of our contest. The score stands zero-zero after the first round. In the second round the two of you will get down on your knees and wrap your hands around each other in a bear hug. I will draw a circle on the sand surrounding the two of you. The object will be to push your opponent outside this circle. Almost like a sumo-wrestling match. And the same rules apply. There will be no hitting or fighting. Just pushing of bodies, I told them.

- Good idea, said Barbara calmly.

- Yeah, agreed Alexandra.

- You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?, asked Barbara in a mocking tone.

- I saw you touch yourself, said Alexandra, smiling at me.

- What can I say girls? I nearly had an orgasm there, I joked.

All three of us laughed at that.

- Ok, now you two stand close together so that I can draw the circle around you. Barbara and Alexandra moved towards each other stopping inches apart. Once again the sight of the two giant women in near contact overwhelmed me. I drew a circle around them with a stone. The circle probably had a fifteen feet radius.

- Allright now, get down your knees I told them. The two women did as they were told, kneeling down and placing their hands on their hips. They were still smiling at each other. Their breasts were only inches apart. Two pairs of mammoth tits in near contact.

- Allright, now move closer until your breasts are in close contact. , I instructed them.

Barbara and Alexandra moved forward and their breasts came into contact. They moved closer together until their breasts were squashed against each other. The two women let out a gasp of pleasure in unison. They breasts were really mashed against each other now, so much so that even their abs were in complete contact.

- Now put your arms around each other in a bear hug, I said unable to control myself at this beautiful sight.

- Can I make a suggestion?, Alexandra asked suddenly.

- What?, I asked her.

- Can’t me and Barbara just entwine our fingers in the beginning and then hug each other as this contest progresses, she said.

- Yeah, that would be a better idea, agreed Barbara. The two of them had still not broken free from the full frontal contact as they spoke.

- Ok then. Interlock your fingers, I told them.

They slowly raised their arms to their sides and interlocked their fingers. I moved closer towards them to get a better view of their entwined bodies. Once again it was a beautiful sight. Muscular sinewy arms lined side-by-side and long perfectly matched fingers interlocked together. Looking at these two beautiful creatures in contact was a wonder. They were staring deep into each other’s eyes, knowing smiles on their lips.

- Let the contest begin, I told them.

Immediately the smiles on their faces were replaced by expressions of strain. But nothing else changed. Neither woman moved an inch despite the fact that they were straining against each other. Like the last match even this match had begun in a stalemate, as neither women seemed to have gained any initial advantage over the other. This stalemate continued for at least a minute before Barbara managed to push Alexandra a bit backwards. Alexandra arched back for a few seconds but managed to push Barbara back into the stalemate. Once again the stalemate continued for a few seconds. Then Alexandra pushed Barbara back. It was Barbara’s turn to arch back under the weight of Alexandra’s body. As Barbara arched back the women lost the breast contact for a second. Alexandra immediately endeavored to bring them back into contact. This allowed Barbara to push back and the two women were back to square one. This continued for a few minutes with neither woman giving an inch.

The stalemate was tiring them and I knew I would have to call for a break once again like we did during the leg-wrestling contest.

- Allright girls, lets take a break now, I said.

The women stopped straining and slowly disentangled themselves from each other. They were sweating a little. But both of them still smelt great. Alexandra seemed to have on an excellent perfume. Barbara allowed Alexandra to get back on her knees first and her breast’s brushed Barbara’s lips as she stood up. Both of them let out a moan. From the expression on their faces I could tell that both women had been intensely aroused by this body contact.

- Well, it looks like it’s going to be another stalemate, I joked.

- Not this time. There will be a winner this time around, said Barbara.

- Of course there will be a winner, Alexandra seemed to agree.

Both of them were on their feet now, trying to catch their breaths. It was a real sight what with two pairs of enormous sweaty breasts heaving.

- Maybe you should try the bear hug this time, I suggested.

- Maybe we should, they both agreed.

A minute passed and then I made the two of them kneel down again. They couldn’t wait to wrap themselves around each other. I could tell they both longed for the feel of skin against skin. This time they hugged each other tightly, wrapping their arms around each other. The contest began in a stalemate once again with neither woman giving an inch. It was a beautiful sight. Two sweaty milky white bodies wrapped around each other. They stayed like that for a minute or two.

Then Alexandra did the unthinkable. She brought her face towards Barbara’s face and wrapped her mouth around Barbara’s. Barbara looked like she had been taken aback for a second, before she opened her own mouth and let Alexandra kiss her. The women moved their hands off each other’s backs and into each other’s hair. They unlocked their lips for a second and brought their faces closer by pulling at each other’s hair. Then they locked lips again. This time around it was a more intense kiss. I could see their tongues fondle each other as they exchanged saliva. Then they unlocked their lips once again and concentrated on each other’s tongues.

I was aroused beyond measure by the sight of these two gorgeous women mating. But then I was the umpire of this contest and it was up to me to restore some amount of sanity to the proceedings. Their competitiveness had taken a backseat even as naked lust encompassed this test of strength. The women had started to lick each other’s faces now, tongues stroking each others cheeks and noses, unable to control their animal instincts.

As much as I liked watching them enter into a sexual frenzy I knew I had to put a stop to this.
- Allright girls. Let us not get carried away here, I told them. I felt like the pope telling a couple of dykes that they were sinners.

But they weren’t listening. They were so absorbed in each other that I almost felt jealous and decided to break them up.

- Ok that’s enough, I shouted at them. The two of them stopped kissing and looked towards me.

- Maybe the two of you should start over, I told them. They disentangled themselves from each other and stood up.

- Guess we will have to go into the next round, said Barbara sheepishly.

- We got a bit carried away there, said Alexandra still looking very aroused.

I let out a sigh.

- Guess round three will have to commence now girls, I informed them.

The two of them were getting hold of their senses once again.

- Maybe we shouldn’t kneel down. Why don’t we just do it like real sumo wrestlers do, asked Alexandra.

- If that’s the way you want it…. , I said not completing the sentence.

The women regrouped and looked like they were ready for another tussle. This time around I did not give them any instructions. Instead they just went for each other. Their bodies met in the middle of the circle and they wrapped their arms and bodies around each other. They stood there wrapped in a bear hug for a few seconds. Both of them ran their fingers along each other backs, caressing and cuddling. Then when they had got a good hold of each other they began pushing. Grunts and gasps escaped them as they tried in vain to push each other out of the circle. Yet another stalemate was on the cards. They continued pushing each other for a few more minutes but to no avail. Finally exhausted, they fell to the ground, arms wrapped around each other.

Once, on the ground they were all over each other. They wrapped their bodies around each other once again, this time lying on the ground. I could not take this anymore. So I jumped on top of their entwined bodies. Barbara and Alexandra broke their embrace to put their arms around me and the three of us embraced each other our bringing our naked bodies into closer contact.

- You know what? We should take this back to my hotel room, said Barbara.

- Good idea, Alexandra and me said in unison.
Adventures in Brazil: (Chapter 3) Alexandra