Beginner, Second Classs, in Rio

Part 1

Ah, Brazil.

I have dreamed of Brazil ever since I was a teenager and Sports Illustrated came out with it’s swimsuit issue with the photo shoot in Brazil. There were all the standard skinny blonde models posing seductively, but what fried my brain was a picture of a Brazilian model in a green and gold bikini bent over on a giant lilly pad with her beautiful Brazilian bunda spread out in all it’s glory. It was my favorite picture for years, I think the picture finally disintegrated into dust it was so used.

For years I suffered through stupid Playboys with their skinny blondes with big tits and no asses. All American men have been fed this diet of Hugh Hefner fantasies and been led to believe that’s what a sexy woman looks like. But I was not satisfied. Why in the world would I want a woman with an ass like a 9 year old boy?

I wanted a full figured girl. A woman that looks like a woman. A woman with curves I could worship and adore. Not fat mind you, but gentle sensuous swells.

Even in porn I was frustrated for years, a girl's ass was usually ignored, especially if each bun was larger than an walnut. Finally "Buttman in Rio" made it okay for the rest of us. Once again I knew where life was guiding me.

I’d taken one trip to Costa Rica where I’d broken myself in from a novice to a beginner. Beginner, Second Class, to be exact, I’ll explain that in my next report. But no way was I a pro and was a bit hesitant about all the crime.

I finally made all the arrangements to come to Brazil. Everything went off without a hitch and I found myself quickly ordering up a couple of girls from ciaplus.com. Ailene and Rianda. Aline was much cuter than her pictures had suggested, and I was quite pleased with her bunda. But Rianda had the best butt and I kept my concentration on that.

All in all it was a good start. I split the girls with another guy, Guiltyfeet, and at R$120 each, split by two guys it came out to $60 or $30 per girl per guy. Good value for your money.

But I still wanted a bunda.

I spent a lot of time with Guiltyfeet. As usual he had an intriguing story. As we were talking he explained he’s married.

“You’re doing this and you’re married?” (I'm beginning to realize a number of my fellow mongers are married and do this for their own reasons. I'm not being judgemental, I just would be terrified of being caught or bringing something home to the missus as proof of my fun.)

“I’m happily married. I just hope I don’t screw it up.”

He told a story about how he’d worked in Taiwan years ago with this beautiful sexy lady. He’d gone back to the U.S., gotten married, etc. Then 15 years later his company sent him to Taiwan, he dug up her number just because he wanted to say “Hi”. Much to his surprise she met him at the airport, jumped into his arms, wrapped her legs around him and said, “I’m yours”.

She was now a high powered business woman who was engaged to be married. Her fiancee, to show his courteousness told her to take Guiltyfeet to dinner and on the town and he’d pay. There was no concept in his mind that his fiancée would have anything to do with a Barbarian. Again Guiltyfeet felt guilty.

She told him, “Anytime, anywhere, tell me where you’ll meet me, and I’ll be there”. After that they did a “Same Time Next Year” thing where they’d meet every 6 months or so. There was no pretense of marriage, and she even told him it would only last 5 years. It lasted 8 and he considered himself a lucky man.

After that he just got hooked on the whole mongering lifestyle and still has to make up creative excuses every few months to fly off to exotic places. I still marvel at that. My ex could smell me thinking about another woman and come down on me like an anvil.

The next day he, I, and another Brit we met, London Calling, took a trip over to Karlamodels and Scortshow to check out the action. London Calling spoke some Portugese. They sent a girl down to the car with the album of pictures you’d get if you ordered a girl over to your room. The added advantage is you can see what’s new on the block. If any new girls have started they come down and you can see them in person.

Both Guiltyfeet and London Calling liked spinners. I kept asking them why the hell they’re in Brazil if they like spinners, why aren’t they in SEA. They said they wanted something different. Okay, but when in Rio, choose Rio type women.

One of the new girls was a stick, with no ass, but nice pointy tits. They both begged me to agree to her.

“No! No! No! A thousand times no! I don’t do spinners. I didn’t come to my lifelong dream of Brazil to do spinners.”

We ended up agreeing on four girls. Let me digress for a moment. For those of you who are unaware, the rule with Karla/Scort, is that if you choose 3 girls for 3 guys then you only get to do one girl each. If you want to change off, you have to take n+1 girls, where n=guys. Sorry to take you back to high school algebra. So that’s why we got 4 girls for 3 guys. Two of the girls were spinnerish, but two weren’t, so I was happy.

When the girls arrive, Guiltyfeet and London Calling both grab the voluptuous girls and stick me with the spinners they chose! I was pissed.

London Calling’s girl was a newbie. Not just any newbie. She not only started at Scortshow that day, she started in the business on that day. She didn’t object to anything, didn’t cause a fuss, did everything asked of her, but I could see the shock in her eyes and wanted nothing to do with her. I wasn’t going to break her into the business. London Calling had no such qualms. He said she’d had a fiancée for two years and she had a kid and he split. Now she was in the middle of a 4 girl orgy. I hope things turned out for her okay.

The other thing I remember was that finally Guiltyfeet finished with Soroya, the other voluptuous one and I finally got her. I’m in the middle of doing her when she says something to another girl, the other girl nods. Soroya than pulls my dick out, and rips of my condom before I can object. She’d started her period and left my bedsheet stained. So not only didn’t I get to do her anymore, but I was worried about the way she took off my condom. They’re only useful if you remove them properly girl!

So my first Festa was a flop. I’m still pissed at Guiltyfeet and London Calling for sticking me with the spinners and I will complain to anybody who listens so it never happens again. If you want spinners, do spinners, don’t steal my curvy Brazilian babes.

The next night we ordered in from Karla’s again, just a girl each. One of the good things about Karla’s is that all the girls are Completa. I hadn’t done a Brazilian butt yet, or should I say I hadn’t found a Jaguar Buddhist.

I don’t remember her name, but she had the bunda I was looking for. She wasn’t very pretty, but she was playful and when I asked, “Completa?” She responded happily, “Sim”. Oh baby, you just made my day. Guiltyfeet liked his too. He always had such a big grin after a girl, like a kid in a candy shop.

Guiltyfeet was going to take off so that night we went to Terraco Atlantica (TA) for a final meal. He’d had a couple too many and became fascinated with that woman dressed like a vampire, with pale makup, curly hair, and a long black coat, selling cigarettes and gum.

“What is she doing here? What’s her story?”, He kept asking.

Finally when we got up to leave he wanders over to her and buys some gum. He’s grinning and laughing and holding her hand and asking, “Who are you? Why am I paying a dollar for a pack of gum from you?”

She had no idea what this babbling American was saying.

Photo: My First Brazilian Bunda 01

Hey Froggy,

I can't wait for your next installment. BTW, that "chicklet lady" has been around for years and, I think she's still selling the original gum she started with.

Jag

Photo: My First Brazilian Bunda 02
Photos: My First Two Garotas 03 04
Photo: Welcome to Brazil 05

Hey, I recognize that room. I spent 10 days looking at those gaudy curtains at Brazilspecialist's place. Thanks for the nostagia kick.

I sat next to the chicklet woman on a minibus one night, from Lido up to Help. She's a whackjob and a half but is harmless, and as far as touts go she's fairly courteous.

I recognize my bedsheets and curtains, too. A mini orgy at my apartment and I did not partake? What a pity

I see you had fun, keep on reporting!