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.

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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.


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