Maureen Quincy - Forbidden Sex Games

Her skin was still moist and salty from the sea, and Lisa could feel the grains of sand clinging to the front of her body as she pressed herself voluptuously down; her breasts and belly coated with the sticky white particles. A few grains had also adhered to her buttocks, and Mustafa carefully brushed them away before he fondled the globes open and began to caress his fingers lightly into the hot, dark furrow of the girl's bum-crease.

She felt the Arab's hand resting firmly on her open arse now, wedging the cheeks with his palm so that they remained in a widely-spaced position. Lisa wriggled slightly, easing the pleasant tickling which prickled through her body. She moved her thighs until they were lasciviously well-parted: allowing Mustafa to slide his fingers over the pouting cleft of her cunt, the lips sagging opening in a sigh which released the warm breath of her love-juice.

Very slowly, Mustafa explored the outer flesh of the girl's sex. He rubbed both of Lisa's quim-flaps, massaging the puffy pink labia with a tenderness that made her writhe in quick passion-the spasmodic clenching of her buttocks holding Mustfa's hand firmly in place, the plump brown spheres closing tightly and straining to meet despite the firm obstacle which was in their path.

Ahmed, meanwhile, seeing that his brother had commandeered the most exciting region of the girl's body, had to be content with Lisa's breasts. He worked his nearest hand beneath her chest, burrowing into the sand and making a hollow so that his arm could stretch comfortably under her and his fingers could cup her sand-smothered titties with ease. Ahmed pressed one of the soft, fleshy orbs, tightening his hand until the globe assumed a delicious pear-shape. He fondled it lovingly, rubbing the hard little nipple up and down-pushing it against the sand until the rose bud was stimulated to a complete erection. With his free hand, the Arab stroked Lisa's neck; moving his fingers in a coaxing, skilful massage… behind her ears, along her nape, through the shining strands of her long 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…