The travel arrangements continued at a leisurely pace the next day. After five hundred kilometres the train pulled into Bauru and again stopped for the night. This was a regular stop. Again the time was used to stretch the aching muscles and relax. The final leg of the journey started early the next day with a non stop ride into Sao Paulo. Here Lorena was required to change trains and catch another smoky leviathan to Rio De Janeiro, her final destination.

A fine looking gentleman was at the station to meet her and she was taken to a good hotel in a quiet part of the town. There was a good deal of haggling and arguing about the price of the cab, which Lorena was very please to be able to leave to the man she was with. The noise and smells of the big city were entirely new to her and it was a little dizzying to her senses. She stood and looked around hoping that soon she would be able to have a nice hot bath and some food to quiet her rumbling stomach.

Once she was in room, she relaxed in a tub of water that, though it was not cold, was not as warm as she could have had at home. Then she dressed and went down to the restaurant for a light meal. It was not late but Lorena tired, so she was quite prepared to go to bed and have to wait to see her friend the next day, but Nel turned up just as it was getting dark.

They chatted for about an hour and agreed to meet early the next morning. Dawn was fine and clear. Lorena dressed and ate and then stood in the hotel lounge until her friend arrived. They sat and talked for some time about a possible schedule and at about ten thirty the man arrived. Lorena found herself attracted to his looks but had no intention of allowing any thing to grow between them. He was just nice to look at. He was smartly dressed in a fine light tan business suit with a very elegant shirt and tie.

His shoes were white and his hair was short dark and slicked back with something that made it shine like glass. His dark skin positively glowed as he approached them. Lorena remembered his name, Nagiees Colopres, as he gallantly kissed her hand, and she greeted him with as much charm as he had given her. Soon after this Neltitaca left as she had much to do in preparation for the carnival in two days time.

Nagiees offered to show Lorena the city and they walked out together to see the sights. There was so much to see. Her guide skilfully whisked Lorena along the streets and through the shops finding all manor of things to show her. Little churches and massive Cathedrals that could have sat over her hacienda buildings and still have left room to walk the horses between the walls. Shops such as Lorena had never seen and wide roads all paved. There was not a dirt track in sight. The tall buildings and big open squares, and in the evening, the sea. An expanse of water that seemed to go on for ever. It was blue like the sky and birds wheeled and dived over its surface. Lorena was enchanted.

The sun set and the two people, who seemed to be the only two in this world of crowds and noise walked side by side on the white sand, toes sinking slightly as they trod. The happy couple parted late and Nagiees promised to meet again the next day at the same time. They would visit the grand statue of Christ high on the hill over looking the city. They climbed the mountain Corcovado partly on foot and partly by taxi to the base of the cog train. Then they took the slow ride up the steep side of Corcovado, with what seemed like a thousand other tourists in the poorly ventilated single wagon, up to the foot of Cristo Redentor.

Here they stopped for most of the rest of the day while Lorena almost ran, with child like enthusiasm, from point to point, and back again, to view the different sights and scenes. They had their lunch, and their dinner at the top watching the sun descend behind the surrounding hills. Running for the last cog train, they squeezed in with all the other tourists, for a faster but just as hot and stuffy decent. From the base of the cliffs they walked back to Lorena's hotel where they parted company at the end of what had been a truly wonderful day for both of them. Again the arrangement was made to meet in the hotel lounge next day but the itinerary was to be to see the final preparations of the precession members for that night's opening Mardi Gras.

Lorena was up early and dressed in her finest cloths. She did not intend to return to her room until all the precession was over. She packed a few things that she thought she may need, like a comb and a small bottle of scent that she had purchased the day before as a souvenir. Then at the last minute she decided to remove her under garments as it would probably be that little bit cooler in these hot and humid streets.

She had on a thin cotton dress of a fine rose floral pattern with a pair of white high heel shoes and she had let her hair down loose to hang about her shoulders. She felt as though she was dressed for her Sunday visit to church, but the lack of underwear made life a little bit risqué.

Nagiees was very prompt with his arrival and this time he brought Lorena a bunch of flowers. They walked out to the street and entered a car, far bigger than the rust heap that Lorena had ridden in for the beginning of her journey. They were driven to a small, by Rio standards, three story building and walked into a central square, inside the house. There were many people milling about doing this and that, and amongst them were several horses. Lorena recognised the horse that belonged to Neltitaca and went over to it.

Nel was no where to be seen but the horse recognised Lorena and snorted a greeting. After patting the big stallion a little, Lorena was led into a room at the back of the square and there she found Neltitaca behind a sowing machine putting final details to some garments. There were several ladies all doing similar things either sowing or fitting garments to their intended wearers. There was little time to talk so Lorena went back out to see what was going on in the yard. There were several brightly coloured floats draped in shimmering gold and silver.

There were canopies and grand chairs and thrones on the floats with many brightly dressed people in matching costumes that seemed to reveal as much as they covered. In fact there were some girls or ladies who had almost nothing on except for a ribbon that wound around their bodies covering, or not, the parts that would normally have to be covered for decencies sake. All the garments and trappings were of gold, silver or several tasteful shades of blue. It was stunning to see, and Lorena knew it would be even more spectacular once the show was under way.

Everything started to come together at about mid afternoon. And finally the vanguard was able to leave for the main assembly point. Lorena found Neltitaca as she was fixing her self into the sling that would carry her continuously for the next three days. There were some minor adjustments made to the harness to provide better support and then the final fitting was made to ensure that all was comfortable. Nel's outfit did not consist of much. She had a lot of glitter stuck to her naked body and the harness was covered in silver and blue silk like material. Her hair was set into tight ringlets that then had sequins and glitter sewn in to it.

Much of Nel's skin was panted to match the colour of the material that covered her horse and riding equipment. She was a sight that would bring many a man to tears. Gradually the revellers organised themselves into an order that would take them to the starting point of the official procession. The gates to the complex were opened and the contingent of eighty people slowly filed out to the street. There was much calling back and fourth between the display entrants and those who lined the street to watch them go by. Some of these people would not get another chance to see the procession as they may be working or away. Others just wanted a sneak preview of what was the premier event of the year. Lorena walked beside Neltitaca as she swung her way in the middle of the entourage. There was a young boy of about fifteen to lead the horse.

Nel had explained that he was a stable hand and would look after the horse through out the entire spectacle. Nel herself would be fed and watered as well if required. However she had tended not to eat or drink very much as it created problems later. It would be extremely difficult to pee if the horse was still inserted in her vagina. Lorena wondered about that. She had not had to hold on to her pee for more that twelve hours.

Nel was about to have a stretch of around fifty six hours when she would be unable to pee. It would be painful. The expanding of the bladder, due to increased contents, with no where to expand to and the tube through which she would normally pee would be squeezed closed by the enormous penis. Nel just laughed her enquiry off saying that one would get used to it in a while, but Lorena was concerned for her future rides in the famous Mardi Gras.

The huge horse's penis had already been inserted into Nel's tender loins before they had all left the safety of the samba school. The horse had been injected with a combination of Papaverine and Phentalamine in a fifty, fifty mix totalling eighty mil. This was expected to last for about six hours and should last the first half of the first night's parade. Due to problems of overdose and bad side effects the next injection would be sixty mil of Paracelsus, which though it gave a less hard erection was less troublesome to the horse.

The horse was delayed from ejaculating due to these injections and would probably only cum about six times in the whole three days. Nel on the other hand was already going through her first orgasm as they reached the starting place for the full Mardi Gras procession. She was hanging limp in her harness as she received the strong constrictions in her womb. Lorena watched over her friend as the stable lad manoeuvred his charge into the correct position.

There was a lot of jostling and nudging and pushing as all the people from all the schools sorted there exhibitions out into the prearranged order. It was five in the evening and the first schools were already starting off on the road, but with over a hundred schools it would take a long time for all of the contingents to get underway.

Neltitaca's school was eighty fourth in the line and would have to wait for four and a half hours before they could start but they all had to be there to claim their place or they would lose it. No allowances were made for those who were late. Lorena walked around the horse-woman combination and checked the straps and decorations for the last time. It would not do to have something fall off in the middle, somewhere where it could not be retrieved. She took a surreptitious look at the point where the two were joined. There was no missing the coupling.

The horse was about seven and a half centimetres thick and Neltitaca had taken well over half the length into her body. Her hairless vagina was stretched wide to accommodate the black and pink shaft and the thin lips that would normally have been tanned and wrinkled, were pulled taught and were enflamed around the horse cock. The horse was very nervous of all the hustle and bustle in the area. He stamped and pulled at the reins that the boy held, prancing his hind quarters from side to side, in order to see any danger, as things went on behind him.

Lorena tried to calm the beast with some effect, the horse knew her so that made it easier. The boy thanked her for her troubles. Slowly things settled down in the area of this school but people could still be heard calling and shouting further up the line. Now all Lorena and Nel had to do was to stand and wait. The horse calmed down and soon it was much quieter. Lorena stooped down and talked with Neltitaca for a while and then as Nel wanted to rest Lorena went to see who else was in this group.

There were seven belly riders all on fine looking stallions of sixteen hands or more. They were all dressed in a similar fashion to Neltitaca but there were differences of style and quantity of covering. One woman had painted her entire body gold and her horse was wrapped in pale blue silk. It was a truly stunning sight as all the riders stood together. All the horses were firmly implanted in there respective riders and there was not a penis that was not seven centimetres thick. Lorena wished that she was riding in this parade and had her trusty Via thrust deep into her pussy. She was getting quite wet, thinking about it and was glad she had not come out with her underwear still on. At least the hot air would help to dry her as time passed.

It grew dark and soon after the procession pulled them forward and onto the march. Wheels rumbled and feet clattered and harnesses jingled as they walked on. It took five minutes to get everybody in their group moving and Lorena realised why it had taken so long for them to start after the first group had left. She was about to walk off beside Nel when Nagiees appeared at her side. "Come with me I will take you to a place where we can watch the whole procession and not miss any of it. It is always best on the first day and you can walk with your friend tomorrow if you like." Lorena agreed and was whisked into the milling throng after a quick parting wave to Nel.

The two of them were soon away from the hubbub and the throng and Nagiees took her through dark streets and narrow passages. Lorena did not feel frightened or anxious. She felt surprisingly safe with this new friend. It did not take long to reach a new, brightly lit street where though there were many people, the floats had not yet arrived.

There were the normal street lights and some extra electric lights that had been put up just along the marching rout, but in addition to this there were also many people holding burning torches, that flickered and danced in the slight breeze Nagiees pushed Lorena to the front of the crowd and then stood close behind her. She could feel him pressed against her back and he had placed his hands on her hips. It was not an unwelcome touch and she let it stand. They did not have long to wait.

The first floats crept by with loud music and outrageous dancing. There were drums and whistles and shouts and screams to augment the grate cacophony. Lorena was soon into the swing of the occasion and danced on the side of the road, as the spectacle passed by. Some times the couple were on one side of the street and at others they walked to the other to get a different view of the event.

Many people were drinking and later there were one or two who, having overindulged too early, ended up lying in the road totally oblivious to the things around them. Lorena did not drink and had the best time of her life. There were people making love on the side of the road and many did so while still watching the parade. It titillated Lorena to see them, and to know that it would be so easy for her to do the same, as she had no cloth barrier to protect her inner sanctum. She resisted the idea though her escort was a prime choice of partner, should she change her mind The two of them moved up the street against the flow of the parade and came to a large square where all the samba schools seemed to be taking a rest. Drinks were being offered out and there were many different schools all talking to each other. It was a total riot of colour.

Many of the schools had of course left already and there were only about four or five schools stopped at any one time but Lorena worked out that they would all eventually arrive here. It was a fascinating thing to watch as the members of different displays all intermingled. Only the belly riders seemed to stay where they were parked, and the rest of the group seemed to use them as a regroup pointer for when it was time to move on again. This it turned out was also the place where the horses received their second injection. Lorena and Nagiees walked around talking to many folk.

Nagiees seemed to know everybody. People called his name or came up to him and shook his hand and congratulated him. It did not seem strange that he should be known by so many but it did seem strange that he should be her guide. She brushed off the thought and carried on enjoying the evening, which had now turned into early morning. She was feeling quite aroused by the noise and activity. It was a wonderful feeling. It took many more hours before the whole procession came to an end and even then many revellers just decided to follow the tail end and make their own unofficial display.

Lorena and Nagiees ended up drifting through the slowly emptying streets as the dawn started to arrive in the East. It was time to return to the samba school, to help look after the now quite tired paraders. Lorena stopped, turned to Nagiees, and realised that she was holding his hand. She liked it and did not let go. "It must be time to go and help the participants now but I need to go to my hotel to freshen up. Is that all right?"

The whole side trip should have only taken a few moments as there was not a lot that Lorena needed to do. There was no problem, so the two walked slowly to the hotel. Lorena invited Nagiees up to her room to wait while she did what needed to be done. He did not hang back. At the door she let them both in and turned to close it behind them. Then she did something she had not intended to do. Locking the door she turned to Nagiees and kissed him, full on the lips.

"I hope you are not married," she whispered to him, "Because if you are you will be very tired if your wife wants you to service her." She smiled up into his face and placed his hands on her buttocks. Then she folded her right leg round Nagiees's legs as though she was trying to prevent his escape, and slid his hand up her body taking her dress with it. There could be no doubt that she was naked and available under the skimpy garment. If she had not displayed her charms before, to some unsuspecting person, she would have been very surprised. This time she made sour that all was displayed. She turned her catch and herself so that she had her back to a mirror that she knew was in the room. Nagiees seemed to only take a quick look before he bent to kiss her again. This would work out quite well thought Lorena.

It was not long before they were both on the bed and disrobed. Lorena lay down for her catch and enticed him to her. He took no time in falling into her arms and penetrating her. The first fight was hard and fast. He ejaculated deep into her body after a few minutes and they lay quietly for a while. This was something Lorena had never had. Her vagina seemed very loose to her, almost sloppy, as he thrust in and out, but there must have been enough feeling for him to achieve his climax. The warmth and strength of a man were much more rewarding than a horse but that did not mean to say she would give up on a horse. They still had the gold meddle for endurance and size. This was a very nice interlude and a pleasant change from raw brute strength.

Lorena pushed Nagiees of her and climbed on top. He had remained quite hard even after the first ejaculation, so it was easy for her to find his weapon and reintroduce it to her succulent nest sight. She found him to small to fill her but she clenched her muscles to try and make her vagina a little tighter. She rode him as if he was a horse under her, galloping through the field around her hacienda. She came several times and was gratified to feel him shoot into her for a second time. Again they rested and lay together still joined as one Nagiees rolled onto her again and took her a third time holding her legs over his shoulders.