Date: Fri, 7 May 2010 13:23:02 +0000 From: fanara55@hotmail.com Subject: Egyptian Banana This story contains graphic descriptions of inter-racial bisexual acts between adults and minors. If it is illegal for you to read it in your jurisdiction then please do not do so. The story is copyright and comments should be addressed to fanara55@hotmail.com Lady Amanda Wellesbourne, parasol in hand, lorgnettes dangling from her neck, descended the gangway of the Nile steamer. Most of the other passengers had gone to visit a temple. Others relaxed on deck but Lady Amanda had decided to go exploring. The track led her into the delightful gardens bordering the Nile. Tall palm trees threw dappled shadows on the ground, shielding her from the brilliant sunshine. Neat, green plots of crops lined the path, irrigation streams splashed and trickled. There were occasional irrigation wheels and rustic hovels. Surely, she thought, this is the Garden of Eden. It was while engaged in sketching one of these rustic dwellings that Lady Amanda was disturbed by a voice. "Mama?" (Egyptian boys usually address female tourists thus). Her ladyship turned round, automatically raising her lorgnettes although she had perfectly good eyesight. She was confronted by a small Egyptian boy. `What a dear little boy' she thought. With looks at the same time both innocent and impish, deep brown eyes with long eyelashes and curly hair, he was indeed a dear little boy and he knew it. Like all Egyptian boys he was skilled at using his youth and attractiveness to get what he wanted out of tourists, exercising a perfectly balanced mixture of respect and cheekiness. "Mama? You like see relic?" "Why yes, I would love to. Is it far?" Amanda was excited by the thought that she might find some historic remains that no-one else knew about. "Not far Mama. Ali take you?" The boy led Amanda along a path into a tall patch of sugar cane. After taking several side turnings she was confronted by a sandstone rock. It didn't look very interesting. "Mama! Look.........writing." Amanda bent over and peered at the rock, excited to see what appeared to be hieroglyphics. She was not to know that the locals had done these quite recently to create a tourist attraction. Peering at the inscriptions through her lorgnettes, Lady Amanda was conscious of an almost imperceptible touch on her bottom. She ignored it but, when it was repeated, she became aware that the boy was feeling her posterior through her thin cotton skirt. "Ali!! Stop that at once!" "But Mama! You are so beautiful. Please let Ali stroke you." "Certainly not! You naughty little boy, you must not speak like that to ladies." The stroking continued. "Mama? You like to kiss Ali?" "No, I would not like to kiss Ali. You must stop this behaviour at once!" "Please Mama, just a little kiss." Amanda thought that giving the boy a kiss might stop him from annoying her. And his face, with its bee-stung lips, was rather lovely..................She sat down and took him on her knee and brushed her lips against his. The little boy responded by opening his mouth. She kissed him more deeply and then was shocked to feel a small hand on her breast. " Ali! Stop that at once! Little boys are not supposed to play with ladies bosoms. You deserve to be spanked." "You want to spank Ali?" "I not only want to but I'm going to!" So saying, Lady Amanda turned the little boy over, put him across her knee and raised his white gown. To her surprise he wore nothing underneath. ' What a pretty little bottom he has' she thought, " such smooth brown skin'. She raised her hand and brought it down smartly, administering half a dozen slaps, then couldn't resist caressing Ali's backside. Beneath the silky skin were two perfectly shaped, firm mounds. 'How sweet', she thought, 'and what a dear little cleft he has between them.' The Englishwoman could not resist prying that cleft apart and examining the delights therein. "Such a pretty little pucker', she thought, forgetting its natural purpose. Lady Amanda could not resist planting a kiss on Ali's bottom and her tongue soon strayed towards his cleft. 'What am I doing?', she thought. 'I am a member of the English aristocracy and I am kissing a native boy's bottom' She tried to control herself but the temptation to explore was too great and soon her tongue was tickling Ali's bottom-hole. Having gone thus far she could not resist exploring inside with her tongue. At length she released the boy, who scampered round to stand in front of her. "Mama? You like Egyptian banana?" Amanda was a little hungry and fancied she could eat a banana. "Yes please, Ali." The little boy raised his gown, exhibiting a small but extremely rigid organ. "Egyptian banana, Mama. Very nice, good for jig-jig." "Ali! You dirty, disgusting little boy!" cried Amanda, raising her lorgnettes to inspect the offering. " Cover yourself up at once! We are going back to the steamer!" "But Mama..............you have such smooth white skin......please.............let Ali stroke it." "Very well, you may stroke my leg but then we are going." The Egyptian urchin grinned impishly. Positioning himself behind Amanda, he put his hand under her skirt and gently stroked her leg. Amanda felt his hand venturing higher. "Please stop, Ali! You are being naughty! That is quite enough!" The boy ignored her, his little hand reaching ever upward, unimpeded by the wide legs of her directoire knickers. She felt his questing fingers penetrate her bush and enter her quim. "Ali!! Stop this at once! Little boys are not supposed to play with ladies' toodleums." Lady Amanda experienced a feeling of warmth in her quim and was conscious of its juices trickling down her thighs. She was past the point of no return. Placing her hands on the rock and bracing her legs she waited to see what would happen next. She felt her dress being lifted and draped over her waist and her modest knickers being lowered to expose her private parts. A hard but fleshy object was positioned against her vulva and inserted purposefully into her secret depths. She felt a pair of little balls against her aristocratic behind, and the sudden shock as the boy began to fuck her like a rabbit with machine-gun rapidity. As she submitted to an involuntary orgasm she felt the wet warmth of the boy's ejaculation spurt into her quim. To her surprise the boy did not pull out after he had spent, but remained erect and continued to fuck her. Her vagina was now slippery from its natural juices and Ali's spunk, and his organ slipped out. In attempting to replace it, Ali misjudged his target and inserted his zubrik into Amanda's orifice of evacuation. "Don't do that Ali! That is dirty and disgusting!" "Special Egyptian jig-jig, Mama. Very nice. Ladies like!" The boy had her firmly round the waist and she could not escape his perverted intentions but had to submit to being roughly sodomised. Ali lasted longer this time and she had to endure five minutes of this horrible experience before she felt him release himself into her rectum. At last he pulled out. " Shukran, Mama. Tamaam kuss! Kwayiss jig-jig! Come Mama. I will take you back to the boat." Amanda had difficulty in walking but knew she must act normally when she got in sight of the steamer. Just before she reached it the boy spoke: "Mama? Baksheesh?" Lady Amanda placed one of the tattered notes of the local currency in his grubby little hand. He continued to hold his hand out and it was not until she had given him five Egyptian pounds that he was satisfied. She watched as the boy walked away, turning to blow her an impish kiss and, summoning up the resolve of years of aristocratic breeding, stalked haughtily up the gangplank. Fortunately her husband was engaged in conversation at the bar and she was able to reach the sanctuary of her cabin unobserved. Calling for the room boy, she stripped off her cum-drenched knickers and other garments, quite unbothered by the fact that she was naked in front of him.. "Here, Mohammed! Laundry! Chop-chop! Yalla!" *** *** *** Lord Henry Wellesbourne had also avoided the almost obligatory temple visit that morning. He had opted to relax on deck with a book. At ten-thirty he descended to his cabin, stripped off to his silken under-drawers and lay down on the bed. Five minutes later the door opened and the room boy entered. He apologised and made to withdraw but Lord Henry beckoned him in. As the boy started to tidy the room, the Englishman turned over on his belly. Despite his fifty years he had a fine physique. Sculptured by lots of time spent indulging in those country sports which require the pursuit and killing of helpless animals, his arse was particularly magnificent. The boy, Mohammed, his passions already inflamed by the sight of Lady Amanda changing her clothes in front of him and an examination of the pool of cum in her knickers, sprouted an immediate erection. Sent to boarding school at the age of eight, Henry had soon become accustomed to a male-orientated life of cold baths, rough games, buggery and flagellation. In short, he was a typical, upper-class Englishman. After leaving his Military Academy, Henry's father had bought him a commission in a smart regiment. Sodomised in the Sudan, buggered in Bengal and penetrated by eager Pathan boys on North-west Frontier, his Army service had taught him that the forbidden vice, which was indulged in so surreptitiously and at great risk in England, was practised openly and enthusiastically in other parts of the world. Of course, this was many years before the rise of extremist religious ideas spoilt the fun. Henry got up and stood by the window while Mohammed changed the bed-clothes. There was no deck outside his cabin, which looked onto the wide expanse of the Nile, dotted with flocks of birds and the occasional fishing boat or felucca. He let his left arm dangle, palm facing backwards and slightly cupped. It was the age-old Egyptian invitation. Mohammed went to the window and stood beside him, his groin just touching Henry's palm. "Is there anything else I can do for you Sir?" he enquired. Lord Henry moved his hand slightly backwards while Mohammed pressed his groin forward. The aristocrat was now cupping the boy's genitals in his hand. He felt an almost imperceptible hand brush his silk clad posterior. A voice whispered, " You like?" "Aywa." muttered his Lordship as the hand caressed his curvaceous globes more boldly, cupping them through the silken garment. The hand reached round and undid Henry's drawstring and his knickers fell to the floor. The boy clasped him round the waist and he felt his stiff Egyptian penis through the cloth of Mohammed's gown. Henry went over and sat on the bed. The boy stood in front of him and hoisted his gown. "Look, Sir! Egyptian banana!" Henry opened his mouth and the boy moved forward, his donkey-like appendage touching the Englishman's lips. Henry licked up and down the shaft, then laved the heavy testicles with his tongue. Taking the engorged head between his lips, the Englishman slid his lips up and down its length while exerting a well-practised suction. After half a minute he was rewarded by a deluge of thick, lumpy liquid as the Egyptian ejaculated into his mouth. The boy pulled out and Henry placed a pillow under his hips and lay belly down on the bed, his legs wide apart. The still randy Mohammed lost no time in mounting him and inserting his monster zub' into the inviting crack between Henry's enticing mounds. Finding the pucker, he pushed hard. The Englishman stifled a gasp as the boy's appendage stretched his sphincter and penetrated his rectum. He felt the wiry hair of the boy's bush on his bottom as the lad's balls bounced off his rear. What Mohammed lacked in finesse he made up for in energy. He fucked Henry's aristocratic arse with deep, hard strokes as fast as his virile young body would allow. It was not long before he cried out in abandoned lust, "Allah hu-Akbar!" and shot his wad into Henry's willing orifice, flooding it with fertile Egyptian seed. "Shukran, Mohammed. Inta kabir zub'. Kwayyis jig-jig." His Lordship showed his appreciation of services rendered by handing the boy the obligatory baksheesh. Tomorrow, he intended to sample Mohammed's own rather delicious behind. *** *** *** After an arduous day's sightseeing, the Honourable Miss Victoria Wellesbourne and her younger sister Letitia were relaxing on their beds, prior to bathing and dressing for dinner. They were talking about boys. "You know my friend Anne, who is in my dorm at Roedean, Titty?" "You have mentioned her, Vicky." "She told us that Egyptian boys are very big......you know...........down below." "Really? How does she know that?" "She found a book in her father's library, written by some old explorer. Burton, I think his name was. Also she said that Egyptian girls have to get married at twelve and before they get married they have bits of flesh sliced off their cunnies by old women." "How horrid, Vicky! Those poor girls! I cannot bear to think about it." "Anne says that when you get married, your husband's thing swells up and gets stiff and then you must let him climb on top of you and put it in your cunny." "Surely not, Vicky? That is disgusting!" "I know, but Anne says that is how babies are made." "Babies? Surely they are found under gooseberry bushes? Mama told me so. I would never let my husband do such a thing to me." "Anne says that after the first time, ladies enjoy it very much. She says it feels like when you....er....you know.......frig yourself." "Frig? I've never heard of that word. What does it mean, Vicky?" " You mean you don't frig yourself yet? All the girls in my dorm do it after 'lights out'. Sometimes we frig each other." "How do you do it, Vicky?" "You put a finger in your cunnie and play with it." "You really are disgusting, Vicky. I would never touch my cunnie except to wash it. What would Mama say if she knew you did dirty things like that." " Anne says all ladies do it, even after they are married." "Even the Queen?" The idea that the dumpy, unsmiling Queen Victoria, Empress of the largest Empire the world had ever known, frigged herself was unthinkable. "She does it all the time, while she's thinking of Albert." "But why, Vicky?" "Because, darling, it induces the most pleasurable sensation you could ever imagine. It's called 'cumming'" "Are you sure I would like it if I did it?" "Of course. All girls like it. Emily told us that she let one of the stable-boys do it to her." "Oooh! How naughty of her!" "Would you like me to show you how to do it, Titty?" "We...ll.......I don't know. Perhaps I'll just watch." "All right. I will show you how it is done." Fourteen year-old Vicky pulled up the silk slip which, apart from her knickers, was all she was wearing in the afternoon heat. She slipped her finger into the modest undergarment and began to move her hand rythmically. "But Vicky, I can't see what's happening." "Oh, you want me to remove my knickers. I shouldn't really but....just for you." Vicky pulled her knickers down and threw them aside. " Vicky? Why have you got hair round your cunnie. Mine is smooth." " It's because I am older than you, Titty. All girls grow cunnie hair eventually." "Ugh! How horrid! Show me what to do, Vicky." Vicky played with the lips of her quim, then slid a finger inside her vagina, rubbing it gently but rythmically. "Ohhhh........that's so good. It feels like heaven. You really must try it, Titty." The younger girl shyly pulled up her slip and put her finger in her knickers. "Am I doing it right, Vicky?" " I can't see...............take your drawers off." Titty shyly obeyed, exposing her twelve year-old quim to her sister's interested gaze. It wasn't the first one she had seen by any means. She had examined several in the school dorm. "What a lovely little cunnie you have, Titty. Shall I show you how to frig it properly." Letitia blushed. "I don't know. Girl's shouldn't play with each others' private parts, should they?" "We do at school. Tell you what, I will teach you to cum and then you can frig me. You have to lie back and open your legs wide apart." It felt so naughty to expose her quim to Vicky but at the same time, curiously exciting. Vicky stroked the milky white flesh of her sister's inner thigh, then tickled her labia. Letitia quivered at the touch and moaned slightly as Vicky's finger slid into her orifice. Vicky soon found the younger girl's clitoris and manipulated it to such effect that Titty had a noisy and spectacular orgasm. "Ooooh! That felt so good. What happened to me?" "You came, darling. It's nice, isn't it? My turn now." Vicky lay on the bed, legs wide apart, knees raised, allowing her younger sister an unrestricted view of her fourteen year old quim. Titty rubbed the outer lips then slid her finger inside. " It's so wet Vicky." "Cunnies do get wet when you play with them." Titty found her sister's clitoris and rubbed it. "Gently, darling! Oooh......that's it........just like that...don't stop........oooggh arrghhhh.........I'm COMING!" Vicky looked at her watch. " Tayib will be here soon to give us our Arabic lesson. We had better get dressed." The girls slipped thin cotton dresses over their underwear. Vicky said, " It's so hot. I'm leaving my knickers off." "But you can't! Tayib will be in the same room." " He won't know, will he? Anyway, it will be so deliciously naughty not wearing knickers while he is here. Why don't you take yours off as well?" "No! That is really disgusting, Vicky! Well...............it is rather hot........s'pose I could leave them off." There was a soft knock at the cabin door and Tayib entered. He was the captain's son and , being educated, was employed to teach Arabic to the tourists. He was fourteen years old and this was his second season on Mr Cook's Nile Steamers. This lesson was to be devoted to learning the names of parts of the body. After they had practised eyes, noses arms and so on Vicky daringly pointed at the boy's crotch. " What is that called, Tayib?" Tayib was unsurprised. Tourists often asked him this. "You mean Egyptian banana, Miss Vicky? It is called zubrik." "Zubrik." Vicky rolled the word round her tongue. She essayed a few Arabic words. "Inta kabir zubrik, Tayib?" " Aywa!. Kabir owi." "Shufti zubric, Tayib," Vicky commanded. " No...la....not good.........miskwayiss!" Tayib was alarmed. This was going too far. "Do as I tell you, boy!" the girl demanded in imperious tones. " No......... bad........" "Let's scrag him, Titty!" The two girls seized the young Egyptian boy. Although he was strong and wiry he was no match for two well fed daughters of the English aristocracy, their muscles honed by many an hour spent on hockey pitch and tennis court, while constant horse-riding had given them thighs like nutcrackers. They pinned the struggling boy to the floor. Titty sat on his legs while Vicky, ignoring his desperate protests, sat on his chest and pulled up his gown. "Oh! How sweet!" Nestling in a bush of wiry black hair, the boy's limp penis could just be seen. Vicky reached forward and fondled it. "Oh look, Titty! It's swelling up and getting stiff. Have a feel." Titty obeyed and, under the ministrations of two girlish hands, Tayib's penis grew to its full six inches. Vicky cupped his testicles. "Oh, you must feel this Titty! There are two balls inside and they roll about when you play with them." The boy knew there was no escape and what the inevitable outcome would be and he didn't want to mess up his gown. "Maaleesh! Stanna sueir............please......" The girls stopped to allow him to pull the white garment over his head. His nakedness embarrassed the boy but he lay back submissively. Vicky got up and raised her dress, pointing at her quim. "What is this called, Tayib?" "Kuss, Missy. Mmmmm.......inta tamaam kuss!" "Now show him yours, Titty." the elder girl instructed. Titty reluctantly obeyed, experiencing a delicious thrill of naughtiness as she lifted her dress. "Mmmm............kwayiss katir........" The boy knew that he was about to reach the point of no return. Vicky resumed her perch but this time leaned forward so that her naked bottom was in the boy's face. A strong whiff of aroused cunnie assailed his nostrils. The girls continued to stroke him. "AAArrrrgghhh...................ooooggghghhh.............Allah hu-akbar!............." A geyser of creamy coloured liquid shot three feet into the air and splattered Vicky's face and hair as well as Tayib's belly and chest. It was followed eight more powerful spurts before the boy's ejaculate subsided to a trickle. "What's that stuff?" asked the younger girl. "Anne says it's called 'cum' and when you stroke a boy it squirts out. She says that boys enjoy this, they get a delicious sensation like we do but different." Tayib struggled to his feet and went to the bathroom to cleanse himself. Thank goodness he had not messed up his gown. After the boy had left, Vicky tasted a little of the 'cum' on her face. "H'm.....................a bit like oysters. Try some, Titty." She scooped up a little on her finger and offered it to her sister. "It's horrible...ugh....." "Anne says that when ladies are having their monthlies, their husbands sometimes insist on putting their thingies in their mouths and squirting that stuff in there." "Sounds like a good reason for becoming a nun." "Let's get ready for dinner. Oh! Look at the mess my dress is in! I'll call the room boy." "Mohammed! Laundry, minfadlak! " Mohammed grinned inwardly. It looked like Tayib had been having fun. He left, clutching the bundle of dirty knickers and a cum-stained frock, looking forward to masturbating into them before they were delivered to the laundry. After dinner the girls sat on deck for awhile then retired to their room. They undressed and, naked, Titty went over to look out of the window. The Nile slept under the sub-tropical stars, its waters calm and still. Moonlight illuminated the palm trees on the opposite bank. Turning out the light, Vicky joined her sister. She put her arm round the younger girl. "How romantic it all is." Slipping an arm round Titty's waist she pulled the other girl to her and kissed her deeply. Her hand stroked Titty's bottom. On a sudden impulse she stepped behind her sister and, holding her firmly round the waist, rubbed her quim hard against Titty's shapely, soft posterior. Her fingers found Titty's cunnie and within a few second, both girls were in the throes of orgasm. Vicky led her sister to her bed and got in beside her. She lay on top of the other girl and they rubbed their quims together. "Oh Vicky! That is so nice. I wonder what it would be like to have Tayib laying on top of me, rubbing his thing against my cunnie?" "How naughty you are ,Titty. Why don't you ask him?" "Oh, I couldn't do that. Anyway, he might try to put his thing inside me." "Well, I'm going to ask him to get on top of me but I won't let him fuck me." "Fuck? I've never heard that word before. What does it mean?" "Well, Anne says that when a man puts his thing inside a woman it's called 'fucking'. Now, Darling, would you like to roll over and get on top of me?" Titty obeyed and brought them both to another orgasm. Exhausted, they fell asleep. When Mohammed brought morning tea, he didn't express surprise that both girls were in bed together, nor when they sat up revealing their naked breasts. Those of Vicky were full and firm and Titty was beginning to develop a bosom. The room boy took a good long look before asking if they required anything else. "Yes please, Mohammed. We would like you to show us your zubrik." Without hesitating, the boy lifted up his gown, showing his fully erect penis. "You want Egyptian banana, Missy?" he enquired. "No thank you, Mohammed. That will be all." Next day, when Tayib arrived to give them their Arabic lesson, the girls were knickerless and wearing nothing but thin cotton dresses which revealed every detail of their delightful young bodies. "It's so hot. I'm going to take off my dress. Why don't you take yours off, Titty? And you Tayib?" Titty immediately removed her scanty garment and, after some persuasion, the Egyptian boy shed his gown. His penis was swollen and erect. Vicky drew them into a three-way kiss. "Now Tayib, I want you to lay on top of me and rub your zubric against my cunnie. " Tayib eagerly complied with Vicky's request. As she felt the weight of his hard young body on top of her, his chest against her bosom, she automatically raised her vagina to meet the boy's stiff organ. As he began to rub against her bush she felt herself become wet and her quim was on fire. Tayib tried to prise her legs apart but she managed to resist temptation and, kept them tightly closed. The friction was enough to bring her to orgasm just as Tayib expended his seed, coating her breasts and belly with thick ropes of seminal fluid, droplets of which spangled her bush like pearls. "My turn now." said Titty. The boy lost no time mounting the younger girl who was soon in the throes of abandoned excitement. She felt a strange sensation in her cunnie, as though a flower was opening. Without thinking she opened her legs wide apart and raised her knees. She felt Tayib's swollen knob rub against her cunnie-lips. Oooohh.....................this was so naughty........she must stop Tayib.... now! But Titty didn't stop. She was in the throes of the biological imperative and beyond all ability to resist the boy's advances. She felt his fingers on her labia, prising them apart and then felt his eager young tool lodged between them, pressing firmly against her hymen. "Tayib.................please..............no more......" she murmured weakly. Tayib ignored her and pushed harder. He felt the resistance offered by Titty's aristocratic young maidenhead give way and his zub' entered her vagina. Oooohh.........so warm....so wet....so tight.....! Titty felt a sharp jab of pain which disappeared in the pleasure and naughty excitement caused by the Egyptian boy's swollen knob-head passing her broken defence. Tayib pushed harder and, little by little, his zub' entered the girl's quim. Vicky watched with prurient excitement as the brown shaft disappeared inch by inch into her sister's cunnie. How could Tayib possibly manage to get it into such a little hole? She kissed Titty tenderly as the boy's organ finally became completely engulfed in her sister's quim and Tayib started to move it in and out with a rythmic motion. As his posterior bounced up and down, Vicky could not resist stroking its silky skin. At each thrust Tayib's bottom cleft opened and closed and the sight of his puckered hole was strangely exciting to the girl. Daringly she kissed each of the cheeks of Tayib's shapely backside. Titty's cunnie felt delightfully full and the way Tayib's zub' was stroking her vagina was extremely pleasant. She felt she could stay like this for hours but Tayib's thrusts took on a new urgency. "I'm being 'fucked'." she reflected as the boy started to pound her. He gave a triumphant shout, his zub' started to throb, and she felt a strong spurt of warm liquid hit the bottom of her cunnie to be followed by several more which completely flooded her girlish quim. The Egyptian boy withdrew, smirking with pride, and Vicky could see a mixture of sperm and blood trickling out of her sister's swollen vagina. "Oh, Titty, what have you done? You should not have allowed Tayib to put his thingie into your cunnie." "Well I did," proclaimed the defiant Titty, " and it was exciting. I'm going to let him do it again tomorrow. Why don't you try it? It's really very nice." "I'd like to but I mustn't. Tayib could give me a baby." "Has Tayib given me a baby, Vicky?" " No, silly, you are too young. You can only have a baby after you start having your monthlies. I do wish I could let him 'fuck' me but I mustn't." "Vicky? You know that book by that old explorer. Didn't you tell me he said that Egyptian boys put their thingies in each others bottoms? You could let Tayib do that." "How can you suggest such a dirty thing Titty. Euuuchh! It's disgusting even to think about. Surely you wouldn't let a man do that to you? And his thingie is so big. It would never go in there." "Tayib is going to be my husband for the rest of our holiday so I must let him do what he wishes to. Wouldn't you like him to be your husband as well, Vicky." "Oh Titty! You know I would! Do you really think he would like to put his zubric in my bottom?" "Why not ask him? Just point to your bottom and say, 'jig-jig?'." "Tayib, Titty and I wish you to be our husband for the rest of the voyage." The Egyptian boy grinned. He had been listening to the girls' exchange and had understood every word. "But Miss Vicky?. Do you know that Egyptian wives have to obey their husbands all the time?. Also, Egyptian men beat them." "You mean you would spank us, Tayib?" " If you are my wife I would have to, Miss Vicky. It is husband's duty in Egypt." "I'm your wife Tayib. Do you want to do jig-jig in my bottom?" "Aywa! Special Egyptian jig-jig. Very nice! But spank first." "Oh very well!" Vicky obediently bent over Tayib's knee. She knew she mustn't make a noise so she stuffed her knickers in her mouth to bite on. Titty handed Tayib a hairbrush. The shock of the first blow was agonising but she had been spanked before and, as her aristocratic behind warmed up and took on a deep shade of red, she found her cunnie getting wet. Tayib finally put the hair brush down and told Vicky to lie on the bed, belly down and legs apart. His fingers prised her bottom cheeks apart and a blob of spit hit her bottom-hole. She felt the Egyptian boy slide his knob-head along her cleft until he was satisfied it was in position. Now he was pressing hard against her back-entrance. Suddenly there was an acute spasm of pain as his thick zub' forced it way through her sphincter, which subsided as it remorselessly pursued its objective of complete envelopment in her back-passage. Titty was watching carefully. She couldn't understand how such a large object could fit into that tiny hole. But it did and Vicky soon felt Talib's wiry pubic hair and his plump scrotum firmly against her well-warmed up rump. After a brief pause Talib's muscular young backside started to move up and down as he started to plough the young girl's rectum. Titty could not resist planting a kiss on each shapely cheek. "Lick, wife, lick!" Titty obediently licked Talib's behind. Surely he did not expect her to lick inside his bottom-cleft? Her unspoken question was answered when the boy's hand reached behind and pulled his cheeks apart. "In there, woman! Lick hard!" Euchhh! Still, her husband had to be obeyed, so she gingerly licked along his cleft, her tongue passing quickly over his orifice of evacuation. She tried to keep her mind off what passed through it each morning. "Get tongue in, woman! In deep!" As if mesmerised, Titty tickled the purple pucker with her tongue. H'm, tasted a bit like bitter almonds but not bad. Bravely she inserted her tongue, and finding it went in easily, pushed it in as far as it would go. Talib was pleased. "Kwayiss tamaam, Titty!" Talib continued to work Vicky's bottom. This was better than jig-jig with the other boys! Vicky was overcome by the sheer naughtiness of her actions and was also enjoying the pistoning action in her rear. One of Tayib's hands groped underneath her, found her quim and frigged it. The girl felt her orgasm building but before she exploded she felt a powerful squirt of sperm hit the bottom of her rectum. Tayib's organ throbbed as it expelled his vital fluid, causing her anus to contract rhythmically as each spurt found its mark. Talib withdrew with a plop. Titty examined her sister's orifice with interest. It was gaping wide, swollen and puffy. A trickle of gluey liquid dribbled out. "Wife! Wash me!" Titty obediently fetched a washcloth and cleaned Talib's genitals. The boy shrugged his gown on and left, telling them to be ready tomorrow. The, by now exhausted, girls surveyed the rumpled bed. The bottom sheet was stained with blood and cum. " Better get this washed before Mama sees it! Ring for Mohammed." " Mohammed! Laundry please!" "Yes, Miss Vicky. Ladies enjoy jig-jig? Want more jig-jig?" Mohammed raised his gown to exhibit his erect penis. "Mohammed give good jig-jig. Ladies like!" "Barden. We are tired and wish to retire." "Yes Missy. Please....you stroke Mohammed first...........I make sure nobody sees dirty sheet........." "Oh, very well!" Mohammed pulled his gown off so as not to soil it. Titty stroked his organ while Vicky played with his testicles. The room boy grunted and shot his first spurt over Vicky's belly and his second over Titty's quim, giving them both an equal share of the remainder. Then he quickly washed and left the room. The girls had a bath and went to bed. When Mohammed arrived with the morning tea, Titty was standing naked, gazing out of the cabin window on the early morning Nile. Mohammed put the tea-cups down and stood behind her. She felt his hand caress her belly and reach up to fondle her budding breasts while his erect zub' pressed against her well-bred bottom. The boy pulled her back slightly so that she had to support herself with her hands on the window-ledge. His hand reached between her thighs, searching for her quim. Automatically she opened her legs wide apart. She felt the boy's donkey-sized penis against her vulva, trying to wriggle its way inside. Her cunnie stretched wider and wider............ooohhh........this was so exciting. A cargo felluca went by and she realised that the men on board could see her naked breasts and the Egyptian boy standing behind her grinning. Mohammed made the age-old sign, left thumb and finger forming a circle and right index finger thrusting in and out of it. The men grinned and gave the one finger salute. Titty's quim muscle relaxed. Mohammed managed to work a couple of inches of penis inside her vagina. For the time being he was satisfied with that and started to move his fat zub' in and out. Within half a minute he was irrigating the young girl's quim with powerful spurts of seminal fluid. Vicky lay on the bed, propped up on one arm, her other hand frigging her cunnie. She watched, absorbed in the sight of the room-boy making love to her younger sister, marvelling that the girl could accept such a large organ inside her. When Mohammed pulled out, Vicky saw the thick ropes of cum trickling down Titty's thighs. Mohammed turned and approached the bed, his massive organ erect and throbbing, its knob-end purple and shining. She knew she mustn't allow him into her quim and she didn't want her back entrance split open. Then she had an idea. Producing a jar of hand cream she lubricated the swollen zub' and guided it between her nut-cracker thighs. In his excitement, Mohammed didn't know whether his zub' was inside Vicky or not. It felt as though it was in a kuss so he started to fuck. The clever girl rhymically squeezed her powerful thigh muscles,gripping the boy's organ as if in a vice and bringing him to another swift orgasm. As she felt him come to a conclusion she gradually opened her thighs so that when he came the sperm went all over her quim. After he had climbed off, Mohammed could see a pool of cum on Vicky's cunnie and was convinced he had penetrated her. Titty had been making mistakes in her Arabic lesson and was to be spanked. As she bent over Tayib's knee she could feel his stiff zub' rubbing against her belly. The first stroke of the hairbrush was excruciatingly painful but, as her well-bred white bottom warmed up and turned to a deep shade of crimson, she felt her quim starting to get warm and wet. As he beat her, Tayib's fingers manipulated her clitoris and brought her to a satisfying orgasm. Tayib put down the hair-brush and ordered Titty to bend over the bed, legs apart. Vicky lubricated his organ with some hand-cream and he positioned it against Titty's twelve year old brown pucker. He pushed hard and the engorged knob entered Titty's virgin sphincter, stretching it until she thought it would split. Tayib pushed about half of it in then started to work the young girl's tight anus, pushing his zub' in and out until he felt an uncontrollable build-up of pent up seminal fluid With a triumphant gasp he squirted the lot into her back-passage. Vicky had been watching while playing with her cunnie which was now in a high state of arousal. Tayib leapt on her, his knees forcing her thighs apart, his stiff organ probing her quim. Vicky managed to resist and, to calm the boy down, turned over and presented her rear to him. Confronted by those delightful young, white globes, the lustful boy lost no time in inserting his zub' into her tight bottom hole. Vicky tried to relax as the boy fed inch after inch into her anal passage until she felt his hairy young balls against her cheeks. "Oh, Vicky! This is so nice! You want me ....", he used the crude English words that his friends had taught him, "......fuck arse?" "Oh, yes please, Tayib! Fuck my bottom hole hard..........really hard!" Vicky felt so naughty and excitingly 'dirty' as Tayib thrust vigorously into her aperture. She wondered if she could get the stable-hands to do this to her when she got back to England. Meanwhile Titty had had a naughty idea. She prised Tayib's bottom cheeks apart and tongued his small, brown ring. Lubricating the handle of the hair-brush, she inserted it into the boy's anus and worked it in and out. Tayib gasped with pleasure and emptied himself into her sister's rear cavity. Later that night, Tayib discussed his foiled attempts to penetrate Vicky's vagina with some of his friends. One boy produced a cardboard packet from which he took out a paper wrapped object. " This is French letter. I found it in one of the tourists cabins after he had gone home. Inside there is a rubber sheath that you roll onto your zub'. That way you cannot give the girl a baby." "La............mishkwayiss! Did not the Prophet ( Peace be with him) teach us: Women are your garden. Go forth and sow.?" Another boy suggested, "Tayib! You could remove your zub' before you spill your seed and drop it on her belly instead." "Allah forbid! Do you not remember what Allah did to Onan when he refused to plant his seed in Tamar?" Argument raged but finally an older man spoke up. "Brothers! The feringhi are making us rich. We can buy wives and rent farms. If the feringhi women, and men, desire our manhood inside them we must be obliging. But we must avoid giving them babies, especially the young girls. We want them to like us, to come back again and recommend us to all their friends." All agreed, the Egyptian desire for money inevitably overcoming any religious scruples. Tayib accepted the package, in return for a promise that he would arrange for the others to enjoy the girls. Next morning an older man brought morning tea. The girls sat up in bed, bare breasts on display. "Mohammed busy. I am Fouad. Can I do anything else for you?" "Sabah el-kheir, Fouad. Inta kabir zubrik?" "Aywa, Missy. Kabir owi!' So saying he lifted his gown and showed the girls his erect brown penis. "You want jig-jig?" " Oh! Look Titty, how big it is!" The girls threw off the bed covers and opened their legs. Fuad drank in the sight of their two cunnies, one bare and one hairy. He knew Titty would let him into her cuss but that he would have to use Vicky's bum-hole. He immediately mounted the younger girl and forced his fat zub' into her schoolgirl quim. Titty wrapped her legs round his back as the Egyptian performed jig-jig fast and hard, taking only half a minute before he expelled his seminal fluid into her eager cunnie. Vicky was already laying on her belly, legs apart when he pulled out of her sister. Her pink buttocks were completely exposed to Fouad's lascivious gaze. "Alhamdulillah! Kwayiss kara!" Fouad slapped her bottom, spat on her faecal orifice and positioned his enormous weapon against it. As he probed her pucker her sphincter muscle relaxed and admitted his crimson knob-head into her secret place. So young! So tight! This must be a foretaste of the Paradise promised by the Prophet, Peace be upon him! Fouad remorselessly forced forced seven inches of stiff brown zubric into the English girl's aristocratic bottom as she bucked back to meet him. Testicles slapping her buttocks, he worked her bottom-hole enthusiastically while Titty licked his balls and let her adventurous tongue explore the forbidden valley. Fouad's second ejaculation was building up, he could contain it no longer and, with a cry of triumph he expelled his seed deep inside the girl. *** *** *** This was the family's last day on the steamer. Mummy and Daddy had gone off to visit some boring Museum but the girls decided to remain on board for their last lesson in Arabic. Tayib presented himself promptly, accompanied by another boy. " This is Khaled. He my cousin, lives in Cairo. May he join us?" The boy was only about eleven years old but such a little darling that the girls readily agreed. That afternoon they were to conjugate the verb 'to fuck'. Vicky started. " Anik" (I fuck) and pointed to herself. Titty said, "Binik" (you fuck) pointing to Tayib but he corrected her, saying, " Bitniko" (we fuck) and embracing Khaled with his arm. Khaled said " Beeniko?" (they fuck?). "Aywa! Plenty good jig-jig!" Now it was time for the practical session. The girls were wearing only thin cotton dresses but this time they had left their knickers on, wishing to experience the sensation of having them removed. They embraced the boys, kissing them deeply. Tayib's hands fondled Vicky's bottom and he pulled her close, his erect organ pressed against her belly. Titty clasped Khaled close to her and was surprised to feel a sizeable penis pressed against her. She felt a little hand on her leg, sliding up her thigh. She opened her legs to give the boy better access. Now the hand was on her knickers, which were starting to get wet. It was rubbing her vulva through the material..........ooohhhh..........Khaled's hand had slipped up the wide leg of her drawers and was playing with her cunnie. She pulled her dress over her head and stood before him. Two small hands grasped the waist band of her underwear and pulled it down. Tittty, having fondled Khaled's dagger under his gown, now removed the boy's garment altogether. Gosh! How could such a young boy have such a big penis? Not quite as big as Tayib's of course, but still of ample size to satisfy her eager orifices. Tayib had undressed Vicky and himself, and was sucking the older girl's nipples. Seeing this, Khaled did the same to Titty's budding breasts. Tayib ordered Titty to lie on the bed, mounting her with his anus in her face. As the obedient girl tongued the brown pucker deeply, he instructed Vicky to suck his zub'. The inexperienced girl licked tentatively along the shaft before taking the zub' hesitantly into her mouth. She was surprised that, far from feeling revulsion, she was enjoying the sensation of her first gam. Behind her she felt an eager little tongue in her bottom-hole, quickly replaced by Khaled's stiff zub'. Oooohhh! How she needed her rear entrance filled! As the stiff penis worked her rectum she sucked hard on Tayib's swollen organ, to be rewarded by a donation of his seed, in the shape of several powerful spurts. At the same time, naughty little Khaled thoroughly irrigated her back-passage. The boys and girls disentangled themselves and Tayib produced a small, square envelope. Opening it he showed the girls a limp piece of rubber. "Whatever is that, Tayib?" said Vicky. "This is a french letter, Vicky. Stops baby." "But how can it stop a baby?" Tayib pulled the condom over his still erect penis. "When I fuck you, this catches the seed." "Oh! I see. So now you can put your thingie in my cunnie without making a baby?" "Aywa! On your back, wife! Open your legs!" Vicky meekly obeyed the Egyptian boy's command. She drew her knees up so her schoolgirl quim was exposed to view. Tayib positioned himself between her thighs and placed his swollen knob against her entrance. He gave a strong thrust and tore the girl's maidenhead. Vicky clenched her teeth against the pain. She was eager to become a woman, having had to endure the insufferable superiority of her younger sister who had already achieved that status. Tayib had to work hard to wriggle his zub' right into the virgin cavity but he was equal to the task and soon had his organ buried deep in Vicky's young quim. Now the first pain had subsided, Vicky started to enjoy the sensation of being filled with Egyptian banana. Tayib rested for a while then started to work the girl's aristocratic vagina. Vicky gasped with pleasure and wrapped her legs round the boy's back as he fucked her with youthful vigour. Khaled had positioned Titty on the bed alongside her sister and was attacking her cunnie with gusto. She reached across and fondled her sister's breasts. Tayib could feel his cousin's shoulder and leg firmly pressed against his own as they both enjoyed the English girls. Vicky's tight quim had it's inevitable effect on Tayib who gave a final, hard thrust and started to fill the condom. Khaled's seed was ejaculated straight into Titty's receptive cunnie, splattering her immature uterus. The boys pulled out and the girls examined the well filled condom with interest. "Gosh! Did you make all that stuff, Tayib? There's so much of it." "Aywa, plenty babies in there." He pulled off the french letter, told Titty to open her mouth and squeezed the contents into it. Titty swallowed eagerly. The girls examined each other's cunnies then got in a 69 and started to lick each other. Tayib and Khaled assumed the same position, each eagerly sucking the others young zub' and tonguing their anal puckers. "Tayib? I've heard that Egyptian boys put their thingies in each other's bottoms. Is that right? Will you show us?" The boys agreed but said they should have tea first. Five minutes later, Mohammed and Fouad appeared with the tea. The boys spoke to them in Arabic and then each knelt over the face of one of the girls. The older men positioned themselves behind the boys and the girls had a clear view of their massive zubrics entering the boy's bottom-holes. Vicky and Titty could hardly believe what they were seeing as the young boy's sphincters were stretched to their widest extent and the thick, brown organs disappeared inside the, leaving only the big, hanging scrotums exposed to view. Poor Tayib! Poor little Khaled! The boys were accustomed to this treatment, having both been broken in by their elder brothers at the age of eight. They enjoyed it and looked forward to the men squirting their spunk into their little bottoms. The girls licked each ball bag and the base of each zub' as it went in and out of the little brown holes which they also licked. The men came and then pulled out, leaving each orifice gaping wide and dribbling thick ropes of creamy sperm. Now it was the girl's turn and Vicky eagerly mounted Mohammed while Titty sat on Fouad's massive organ. They leant forward and Khaled and Tayib inserted their boy-bananas into the tight posteriors of the young girls. They could feel each other's cocks through the thin membrane separating vagina and rectum. This time they took it slowly and the girls were reduced to orgasmic jelly before their partners flooded each orifice with cum. Except, of course for Vicky's cunnie which had to be protected by a french letter. Meanwhile Lord Henry and Lady Amanda had completed their obligatory visit to the Egyptian Museum. Henry decided to go back to the steamer while Amanda thought she would hire a gharri and have a drive round. Back at the steamer, Lord Henry found a crew member and asked if he could look at the engine-room. Accustomed to the eccentricities of English milords the boy took him down below. There, in the bowels of the ship reposed the steam engine, sparkling with polished brass and paint. A young Nubian boy was oiling and cleaning. The Egyptian 'colour bar' meant that only paler skinned Egyptians could work amongst the passengers while the black Nubians from Upper Egypt were relegated to deck or engine-room work. Henry inspected the machinery. He pointed to the cylinder and piston and asked what their function was. The boy grinned. He made a circle of his left fore-finger and thumb and and pushed his right fore-finger through it, working it backwards and forwards rapidly. Henry looked interested so the boy rubbed his crotch suggestively. "You like to feel piston, Sir?" Lord Henry reached out and caressed the boy's bulge, finding his organ to be erect and of a satisfying size.The boy took him into the crew's sleeping cabin where his Lordship lost no time in unbuttoning the boy's overall trousers and extracting his young zub' which he proceeded to suck with gusto. Another man got off his bunk and pulled Henry's trousers down, inserting his big, black penis into the aristocratic orifice and giving it a good, hard fucking. After they had both ejaculated, two other men took their place and Henry was forced to take eight rampant Egyptians before he was allowed to pull up his trousers and limp painfully back to his cabin. As is usual in Cairo, the gharri driver lost no time in persuading Lady Amanda to visit a perfume shop, for which he would get commission. Tea was prepared and drunk while the proprietor and his assistant practised their sales techniques. Her Ladyship bought some perfume and was about to leave when the man said, " Is there anything else we can do for you today, madame?" Amanda looked uncertain. The assistant took her into a back room and showed her a hubble-bubble pipe. Amanda had seen plenty of these and was curious about them so, when invited to smoke, she agreed. After inhaling a few puffs the Englishwomen started to feel light headed, and after a few more she started to giggle as the drug took effect. She was still giggling as one of the men removed her knickers and led her over to a couch, where, one by one, the shopkeeper, his assistant and the gharri driver penetrated her both vaginally and anally. She was vaguely conscious of their sperm trickling down her thighs as she was escorted into the gharri and driven back to the steamer. Back in England, safely ensconced in their stately pile, the family planned their next trip abroad. Henry fancied Italy, where he had heard that the fishermen's boys were acquiescent, Lady Amanda thought perhaps Morrocco (those Bedouins were so romantic) while the girls wanted to visit their uncle's tea plantation in Kenya. Nine months later Lady Amanda gave birth, fortunately the baby was white-skinned although he had a slight resemblance to little Ali, whose adventurous sperm had managed to find her ovum before those that had deluged her vagina in the perfume shop. Lord Henry had to pay a confidential visit to his doctor who, fortunately, was able to cure his syphilis. The girls became keen on riding and spent a lot of time in the stables. I hope you have enjoyed this story and will be glad to have your comments at fanara55@hotmail.com