hair-which were now caught by the dull-red glow of the dying sun, colouring the tresses to a golden hue…
Lisa's bottom was beginning to work up and down with excitement. She breathed rapidly, digging her toes into the sand and squirming her crotch in an endeavour to make Mustafa's fingers probe into the slit of her cunt. At last she felt them starting to penetrate her! The lips slid eagerly open, forced into a gaping oval shape by the forward thrust of the young man's digits: two of them entering the girl's pussy at the same time, frigging easily up into the rube and then wiggling sexily about.
When she had been pampered in this way for several minutes-Mustafa bringing sweet pleasure to her quim, Ahmed handling the bosomy spheres of her tits until they throbbed with an aching passion-Lisa felt a strong desire to see and examine their cocks. She remembered the exaggerated stories about Arab pricks, whispered amid excited giggling by the girls at the school, and she wondered if the rumours were true. Did they have bigger and fatter dicks than the European races? Were they so much better endowed than her previous lovers? Lisa couldn't wait to put this theory to the test-
Easing herself over onto her back, she relinquished the sensation of being fondled by the two men-dislodging their hands carefully so that they didn't misunderstand her action-and sat up. Ahmed and Mustafa understood immediately what the girl wanted. Proudly, they displayed their weapons: sitting with legs crossed and faces beaming, the brothers faced each other with Lisa between them, looking as anxious to please the girl as two young children!
She studied Ahmed's prick first. It was certainly formidable, a thick staff of rigid flesh that swelled up from his loins-uncircumcised and with a crown that glowed bright red, in contrast to the brown hue of his remaining inches. Lisa stretched out her left hand and stroked the rod tenderly. It twitched against her rubbing forefinger, springing of its own accord-without any assistance from Ahmed's hips-in a stiff to-and-fro motion that delighted the girl. She pressed her finger more strongly into the hard meat and the Arab's cock gave an even fiercer response to her probing: the hot poker jumping wildly and vigorously, until Lisa stopped its movement by clutching the midway point of the shaft tightly in her clenched fist.
Gripping it with a rapid spasm of her fingers so that the erect penis throbbed in a stiff, exciting rhythm, the girl turned to Mustafa. He was eagerly awaiting her attention, panting with lust as she teased him for a moment by describing a tantalising circle with her forefinger and thumb around the top of her sex: making the digits touch to form an “O', but not bringing them into contact with the pulsing crown!
Mustafa's face became animated with passion. He rolled his eyes, licking his pink tongue over his lips and shuddering as he pleaded with Lisa to touch his prick. Coolly, her other hand wanking strongly at Ahmed's cock, Lisa brought the circle of her thumb and forefinger downwards. She slid them slowly over the quivering arrow, regarding its agitated trembling with a pouting of her lips and a goading expression in her eyes that increased the man's ardour-fanning his lust until Mustafa was shivering from the intensity of his desire…
“Is this what you want?” Lisa demanded suddenly. She gradually closed the circle, tightening her digits around the fevered knob and working them steadily downwards until they came to the thicker section of his horn- which her fingers couldn't possibly encompass…
“This?” she urged him, squeezing more and more violently.
“And… this!!”
Her forefinger and thumb were now joined in their task by Lisa's remaining fingers. Her entire hand was now screwing into the throbbing flesh of his cock, making the veins stand out in thick brown ridges.
“Can you stand any more?” Lisa taunted the Arab. “Would you like me to hold your prick even more tightly?”
Bravely, Mustafa nodded. Tears of pain were filling his eyes, but his pride would not allow him to refuse the challenge which Lisa had flung at him.
The girl relentlessly applied as much pressure to his sex as possible; summoning every ounce of strength from her aching muscles. Harder and harder, tighter and tighter clenched her fist: but Mustfa's penis would not yield. Its stiff, unbending flesh remained proudly erect, and Lisa was finally forced to acknowledge defeat…
She eased the compression of her hand, and then generously rewarded him by taking the ripe crest into her mouth. Her warm lips sank down Mustfa's valian sex-shaft, her tongue licking at the swollen meat as it crammed steadily, deeper and deeper, into her mouth. Lisa continued to frig Ahmed's cock while she sucked at his brother's tool; and when she had enjoyed the ill-treated weapon for some minutes, the girl transferred her lips to the second prick-fondling with a gentle movement of her fingers at Mustafa's juicily-moistened helmet as her mouth slid slowly up and down the fresh (and equally virile) cock-shaft owned by the other Arab.
Lisa changed the object of her passionate mouth yet again before she sank back on the sand-her eyes misty with sexual hunger and her cunt itching to feel one of the pricks she had been sucking so avidly. Both of them had received two lengthy sessions with her lips, and their surface was coated with the girl's hot saliva, little dribbles of her spittle running slowly down Ahmed and Mustafa's rods and tickling into their pubic hair.
For a moment, it seemed as if the young men were to forget their pacifism and fight for the honour of fucking Lisa first! They rose to their knees, glowering at one another, then reached a typically Arab compromise: Ahmed lay beside the softly moaning English girl, rolling her over on top of him and adjusting their bodies so that his sex could aim potently between her open thighs. He caressed her bottom, then slid the fingers of both hands onto Lisa's unprotected crotch-stretching the lips of her quim fully open, pinching at the wet ridges of cunt-flesh until they were wide enough to permit the entrance of his throbbing prick. Lisa felt it sliding up through the vulnerable hole of her vagina in a steady, dominating thrust. She was gradually being lowered by Ahmed's cock, her loins bearing down on the Arab's, her pubis sinking slowly to meet his crotch. At last they were joined! Every inch of the big penis had fucked into her cunt-and Lisa pressed her bosom warmly into Ahmed's chest, straining down to make sure that her quim had taken his knob right to the hilt…
Mustafa gazed down at the splendid, beautifully symmetrical spheres of the girl's arse. He fingered his prick thoughtfully, wondering if it would hurt her too much when he probed into her tight little anus with the monster- unaware that Lisa had successfully passed through the ordeal of being arse-fucked several times! (It was, as a matter of fact, the only method which Louis Chabrol favoured; his perverse nature inclining him exclusively to the pleasure of sodomising his female lovers).
But Mustafa was too aroused to hesitate for long. He climbed carefully on top of the couple, making a pyramid of their naked bodies, knowing that his brother was strong enough to bear the weight of Lisa and himself, but nevertheless positioning his knees so that they rested on the sand while he commenced the task of introducing his cock to the girl's arsehole.
Mustafa's hands prised open the warm, fleshy bum. They held the cheeks apart while his penis roved slowly along the crease, searching for the forbidden slot. Ahh! He grunted with satisfaction, feeling the hot puckered mouth burning against his sex-crown. Now… gently and easily, Mustafa told himself. Don't ram too quickly! She mustn't be alarmed or hurt by your hard, fat snake!
He leaned down on her buttocks with a considerate pressure, drilling his cock as slowly as possible into Lisa's anus. But when it was only a quarter of the way inside her bottom-with the tighter section of the channel still to come-Ahmed started to fuck the girl: thrusting upwards with all his strength and driving his brother's prick suddenly and deeply to the heart of Lisa's shit-hole! The two shafts were now penetrating her: both of them lodged thickly in her front and her rear flesh-slots, impaling her like one of Chabrol's butterflies.
As the surging momentum of Ahmed's upward thrust forced Lisa's arse onto his penis, Mustfa's mind boggled with amazement. His tool had fucked so comfortably into the narrow cavern! It had slid all the way inside the girl's anus without any difficulty whatsoever-and yet she was merely crying out in a brief, gasping exclamation that was more excitement than pain!
Before Mustafa had time to recover his wits, Ahmed was beginning to screw Lisa more fervently. She was jolted up and down by the fierce strokes of his cock, and with each withdrawal of the prick from her cunt Lisa was compensated by the inward penetration of Mustafa's sex: its long, bulging shaft sticking thickly into her arse and sending violent tremors through the girl's rudely invaded bowels.
Sobbing ecstatically, Lisa ground her lips onto Ahmed's mouth. She drove her tongue in a frantic, wiggling licking between his teeth-not caring that the tender muscle scratched against the sharp eye-tooth in her haste to make their union as intimate as possible. The Arab's breath was sweet-flavoured with pleasant tasting spices-and Lisa worked her tongue against his, drinking down the saliva which trickled past her lips… goading her body into a maniacal, threshing passion.
She could feel the two enormous pricks fucking in unison now: ploughing backwards and forwards, sliding in
