For the first two years of her stay in Beirut, Lisa had confined her company to the English and French community. She was naturally acquainted with several Arab-Lebanese servants and shopkeepers in the city, but it wasn't until her third summer at the school that Lisa formed a more personal relationship with the rightful inhabitants of the country.
By this time, in the early summer of 1967, the girl had lost every trace of the gauche mannerisms and the slight shyness which her cloistered early environment had given her. Lisa's personality was bright and self-assured. She attended all the social functions to which she was invited, making friends easily with the diplomats, smiling serenely at the bitchy remarks made in her earshot by their wives: knowing that her reputation was perfectly safe so long as the diplomats themselves were nicely under her thumb! Although Beirut could hardly be described as an outpost-a dull, end-of-the-world assignment for these Foreign Office officials (is was, of course, precisely the opposite)-they nevertheless found it intriguing that a girl as young as Lisa could behave with such total freedom! It was, after all, an Arab country; with all the necessary moral restrictions which that implied…
Yet Lisa Cunningham not only flaunted herself quite openly, sleeping with anyone who caught her eye-male or female-she also got away with it!
If she had reason to suppose that a particularly stuffy diplomat might be thinking of making a complaint (either to her Headmistress at the school or by letter to her father in England), Lisa had only to seek him out privately… often a mere fondling in the darkness would suffice…
She had never had her intimate advances rejected!
One of Lisa's favourite haunts was the Casino at Juni Bay. Unfortunately, even her powers of persuasion could not gain her entrance to the huge gambling palace-since the rules were unyielding; minors under 21 were not admitted, and in any case no one from the finishing school could take part in the games of chance. But she would spend long hours on the pleasantly pastoral hillside outside the Casino, enjoying the wonderful view down onto the white buildings of Beirut, wistfully looking forward to the day when she, too, would join the sophisticated millionaires and businessmen under the dazzling chandeliers…
Lisa preferred to be alone on these occasions, walking the few miles to Juni Bay with a packed lunch and strolling down to one of the deserted beaches towards late afternoon for a dip in the sea before she caught a taxi back to school. It wasn't really surprising that the beautiful English girl's solitary presence on the hill-every Saturday afternoon and not infrequently on Sundays as well-should eventually be noticed by the local Arabs.
Ahmed and Mustafa bin Mohammed were brothers who led a small but fanatical group of spiritual/political revolutionists, dedicated to overthrowing the present Lebanese regime. They were total pacifists, their strict adherence to the Moslem religion making it impossible for them to conceive of using violence in furthering their cause. Ahmed and Mustafa planned a peaceful but nonetheless triumphant rebellion: using the weapons of propaganda and preaching, attacking the Government from within by persuading its higher officials that their methods of ruling the country were more idealistic, more worthy and more practical than those currently in operation…
Needles to say, their pathetic and foredoomed programme was tolerated with great amusement by everyone who came into contact with the brothers. Only a tiny lunatic fringe believed that they had any chance of success; and the Government officials who listened to their soap-box orations or read their earnest (but fundamentally quite ridiculous) pamphlets gleefully shared the joke with their colleagues and superiors… until, before long, Ahmed and Mustafa had become the laughing-stock of middle- and upper-class Beirut. In certain quarters of the city one had only to mention their names to be confident of producing a knowing smile-or a burst of merriment.
Doggedly undeterred by this degrading reception, the brothers continued to press their case for revolution and reforms.
They were young, light-skinned Arabs; attractive to European tastes, and possessing those large, soulfully expressive brown eyes which are capable of charming the most prejudiced of English matrons. Despite their ill-starred and impractical dream, Ahmed and Mustafa had enough commonsense to realise that their physical appearance and their undoubted sexual prowess could be of assistance to them: namely, that they could use their charm and their handsome, well-built bodies to gain funds for their cause…
Neither of the brothers were above prostituting themselves for the sake of their beliefs. And they catered willingly to the many tourists who flocked to Beirut in the summer months, even providing female company for the men (and the lesbians!) who preferred the body of a ripe, athletic young girl. Her name was Darena. She was one of the few loyal friends the brothers had left, committed to their peaceful revolution, with as great a fervour as Ahmed and Mustafa…
When they first set eyes on Lisa, the trio hesitated. She was so young-surely she didn't have the means to make a contribution to their funds? But word reached their ears that the girl's father was a wealthy London businessman-and that Lisa herself was only too eager for new sexual experiences!
They waited no longer. One late afternoon, as the sun was beginning its slow descent, staining the horizon a bloody, glorious crimson, the trio converged on Lisa as she was making her way to a favourite, secluded little cove. The girl, picking her sandelled feet carefully among the sharp rocks on the final slope to the sandy beach, didn't notice them. She hummed softly under her breath, her hair flowing freely over her bare shoulders-long and bleached to a beautiful honey-blonde after her long sojourn in this sunny climate. The sand was still hot beneath her feet, though the dying rays of the sun were fast-fading. Lisa slipped out of her pink cotton dress and deftly unfastened her bra. She had a deep tan which covered every inch of her body: nude sun-bathing bronzing her breasts and buttocks so that there were no unsightly patches of white anywhere on her flesh.
Leaving her few clothes in a pile on the beach, Lisa skipped happily into the warm sea, splashing waist-deep through the gentle waves and then lying blissfully on her back-floating easily on the buoyant water, the tips of her breasts protruding above the clear surface and shimmering as they were lapped in a caressing motion by the sea.
The slow-setting sun was still providing a beautiful red glow over the beach when Lisa eventually emerged from the water. She shook her head quickly, spraying salt droplets from her hairs, and then flinging herself face-down onto the soft white sand. Only now, as their elongated shadows stretched out across her, did Lisa realise that she was no longer alone…
“Forgive us,” Ahmed smiled. The first thing Lisa noticed about him was the dazzling whiteness of his teeth. She was startled-but only for a moment. The strangers were obviously harmless; their voices cultivated, their European clothes and their gentle manner calming her initial anxiety, and she returned the young man's friendly salaam by raising her own arm in the ancient greeting gesture.
“You may possibly have heard about our little organisation", Ahmed said tentatively, offering Lisa a neatly printed card and a pamphlet printed in Arabic and English. “Please-could you be so kind as to glance at this humble booklet? It tells about our aims, our ambitions.. ”
Lisa took the pamphlet and opened it curiously. After scanning the wordy introduction, she immediately placed the 'organisation'-recalling several recent cocktail parties where the pathetic political movement had been subjected to cruel ridicule. Glancing up at the two young men-and at the lovely Arab girl who stood politely behind them-Lisa felt a sudden compassion for their futile but sincerely-held beliefs. She saw the burning religious intensity in their soft brown eyes, and was brought close to tears by her realisation that they, at least, had a purpose to their lives: however misguided it might be. Whereas Lisa herself…
She was overcome by a wave of self-pitying emotion. Ahmed and Mustafa were taking turns to explain why they had approached her, but Lisa caught only the gist of their hesitant, bashful appeal for a contribution to their cause. Abruptly, the pleasant, carefree afternoon had changed for her. She desperately wanted to become a part of some meaningful society, her whole being aching to belong-to believe in some kind of future.
Without any further prompting, Lisa volunteered to give them half of the allowance she received from her father each month: adding quickly that she would feel honoured to assist them in any other way possible!
Ahmed and Mustafa stared at each other with astonishment. Such generosity was staggering! The girl must surely be mad? But they couldn't afford to lose this amazing benefactress, and after exchanging a brief nod, the brothers prepared to show their gratitude in a tangible, perfectly natural manner…
Lisa had forgotten that she was lying naked in full view of the Arabs; although her lack of modesty in this respect was scarcely unusual. However, she was taken aback-in her present mood of quiet meditation-when Ahmed and Mustafa began to remove their clothes and then, settling themselves closely beside her, put their hands on her shoulders and started to stroke gently towards the warm flesh of her spine!
Lisa stiffened warily. But the movement of their fingers, gliding so carefully, so soothingly down her back was like the whisper of a dove's feathers across her skin. She allowed her body to relax, sensing the gratitude which the two young men felt and understanding that they wished to express it in this unusual but very pleasant fashion. Lisa closed her eyes and rested her cheek on the fine-grained sand. She sighed as their hands passed the sensitive small of her back, feeling the long, supple brown fingers petting sweetly across the dimpled cleavage of her bottom-and then quickly moving upwards again, as if they were ashamed of their own daring!
Lying full-length on either side of the girl's naked body, Ahmed and Mustafa admired her beautiful figure with their hands and their eyes; nodding appreciatively to one another as they silently remarked on the wonderful smoothness of the girl's flesh. Encouraged by her passivity, the brothers grew bolder. Their fingers now travelled over Lisa's buttocks, stroking the full, well-tanned cheeks and then sliding down to the backs of her thighs: fondling the lusciously curving muscles and gently easing the limbs apart.
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…
Mustafa gazed down at the splendid, beautifully symmetrical spheres of the girl's arse. He fingered his prick thoughtfully, wondering if it would hurt her too much when he probed into her tight little anus with the monster-unaware that Lisa had successfully passed through the ordeal of being arse-fucked several times! (It was, as a matter of fact, the only method which Louis Chabrol favoured; his perverse nature inclining him exclusively to the pleasure of sodomising his female lovers).
But Mustafa was too aroused to hesitate for long. He climbed carefully on top of the couple, making a pyramid of their naked bodies, knowing that his brother was strong enough to bear the weight of Lisa and himself, but nevertheless positioning his knees so that they rested on the sand while he commenced the task of introducing his cock to the girl's arsehole.
Mustafa's hands prised open the warm, fleshy bum. They held the cheeks apart while his penis roved slowly along the crease, searching for the forbidden slot. Ahh! He grunted with satisfaction, feeling the hot puckered mouth burning against his sex-crown. Now… gently and easily, Mustafa told himself. Don't ram too quickly! She mustn't be alarmed or hurt by your hard, fat snake!
He leaned down on her buttocks with a considerate pressure, drilling his cock as slowly as possible into Lisa's anus. But when it was only a quarter of the way inside her bottom-with the tighter section of the channel still to come-Ahmed started to fuck the girl: thrusting upwards with all his strength and driving his brother's prick suddenly and deeply to the heart of Lisa's shit-hole! The two shafts were now penetrating her: both of them lodged thickly in her front and her rear flesh-slots, impaling her like one of Chabrol's butterflies.
As the surging momentum of Ahmed's upward thrust forced Lisa's arse onto his penis, Mustfa's mind boggled with amazement. His tool had fucked so comfortably into the narrow cavern! It had slid all the way inside the girl's anus without any difficulty whatsoever-and yet she was merely crying out in a brief, gasping exclamation that was more excitement than pain!
Before Mustafa had time to recover his wits, Ahmed was beginning to screw Lisa more fervently. She was jolted up and down by the fierce strokes of his cock, and with each withdrawal of the prick from her cunt Lisa was compensated by the inward penetration of Mustafa's sex: its long, bulging shaft sticking thickly into her arse and sending violent tremors through the girl's rudely invaded bowels.
Sobbing ecstatically, Lisa ground her lips onto Ahmed's mouth. She drove her tongue in a frantic, wiggling licking between his teeth-not caring that the tender muscle scratched against the sharp eye-tooth in her haste to make their union as intimate as possible. The Arab's breath was sweet-flavoured with pleasant tasting spices-and Lisa worked her tongue against his, drinking down the saliva which trickled past her lips… goading her body into a maniacal, threshing passion.
She could feel the two enormous pricks fucking in unison now: ploughing backwards and forwards, sliding in and out of her cunt and arsehole, until, to the girl's fever-bathed mind, the twin slots seemed to split and become one large orifice-the thin layer of skin which separated them losing all sensation and ceasing to exist! It felt as if Ahmed and Mustafa's cocks were now a single, gigantic organ; welded together and fucking through the distended slit between her thighs with a pounding, sledgehammer beat…
They screwed on and on… Lisa trapped and sandwiched between the virile Arab boys, biting fiercely at Ahmed's lips while the sun sank below the horizon and the waves of the incoming tide began to lap around their ankles. The preoccupied trio didn't feel the cool washing of the sea. It gradually spread further up the beach, now trickling in a salty caress between their shuddering limbs; causing the wettened sand to shift beneath their bodies-but Ahmed and Mustafa fucked relentlessly on: the rhythm of their hard-working pricks growing faster and faster… until Lisa waited breathlessly for the inevitable discharge of their spunk.
However, each time the moment of climax arrived, both brothers paused; controlling the wild twitching in their cocks, waiting for the threatened spasm to pass before they started to build up their strokes again… repeating this pattern until Lisa was nearly exhausted by the many-orgasms which her less-restrainable sex had endured.
During one of these brief interludes, she realised that the pretty Arab girl was watching them enviously, her hand moving at her crotch as she stood a short distance away, staring down at the entwined trio. Feeling sorry for the girl, Lisa beckoned her closer-indicating that she should take off her clothes and join them in their exciting orgy.
Darena needed no further invitation! She came eagerly forward, and at Lisa's insistence-unwillingly at first, since he wanted to give the English girl all of his attention-Ahmed allowed her to squat over them: Darena's black-bushed cunt opening to Lisa's lips, while Ahmed himself was obliged to support the girl's buttocks with his hands and dart his tongue along her arse-crease…
And now the party was complete! Lisa rested her face on the Arab girl's smooth brown thigh, licking rapidly into the different-tasting slit of her sex: intrigued by the spicy odour of Darena's quim, digging her tongue deeply between the oily lips and bringing the over-excited girl to a rapid, drenching climax.
Sensing that their lovely patron had reached the final peaks of her pleasure, Ahmed and Mustafa no longer kept a tight rein on their lust. They spurred their pricks without any restraint now-fucking joyously into the wet, clinging targets, ramming into Lisa's cunt and anus until both of the quivering channels were mashing around their thick, almost-spunking weapons.
Caught up in this whirlwind of sexual delight, all of Lisa's previous adventures evaporated in her memory. She couldn't bear another instant of the ecstasy which was assailing her from both quarters of her private parts; and her teeth fastened savagely on Darena's hapless quim-folds-chewing deeply into the sticky flesh as Ahmed shot his sperm in an explosion of hot, spattering cream that poured high into her cunt. The rich, fast-spurting jets were no sooner washing around her womb than Lisa felt an even more abundant flow of semen shooting through her arsehole! Mustafa jerked his belly down on the girl's buttocks, grinding furiously, every last centimetre of his massive prick buried inside her anus. The rod surged and boiled over… filling Lisa's back-entrance with curdling milk, fucking at the compressed hole until its discharging spunk began to wash out of the girl's arse-cheeks… running in thickly spreading globules down Mustafa's twitching knob and becoming thoroughly mixed with the sperm which his brother had shot into her cunt.
The four young people remained locked together, their sexes pulsing in harmonious intimacy, while the white, frothy waves of the Mediterranean stole around their bodies; calming their lust and cleansing the powerful sex-juices which trickled from their sated genitals. It was growing dark now. Overhead, from a magnificently black heaven, the first stars began to shine down on their hot, satisfied flesh.