ARABIAN AFTERLIFE II: THE HEREAFTER

EXCERPT

 

Ursula had made love to just two boys in her life. Her first, Harvey, was her high school romance, her first proper boyfriend. Weston, at college, was her second and he soon became the love of her life. Apart from those two, and a bit of necking in cars as a teenager, she was unconquered territory.

And she'd never once had a single lesbian experience or an inclination to try it. Yet, here she was, with her face buried between some Arab girl's thighs. A strong male hand was pushing her head down keeping her nose and mouth in place.

She could hear them both laughing, talking amongst themselves in their horrible, unintelligible, guttural language. Ursula knew that the awful man was Prince Hassan from college. He'd introduced the woman as his sister, Princess Jasmine.

Occasionally they'd murmur some lewd comment in English; Hassan's accent was American, but Jasmine's sounded distinctly British to Ursula's ear.

"Deeper, darling." Jasmine murmured, giggling.

However, they mostly discussed her in Arabic. She could tell they were talking about her by their laughter and the way Jasmine's almond eyes never left hers.

The Princess was quite pretty but kind of on the chubby side, with strong thighs, slight tummy ripples and a totally waxed vagina. The taste was surprisingly aromatic, a mix of spice and salt and soap. She was clean and it wasn't disgusting. All the same, Ursula hated it. There was nothing actually wrong with being lesbian.

It just wasn't for her.

Nevertheless, she did exactly what they both demanded. She literally had no choice. She was terrified. So she kissed and licked and slurped and swallowed her shame. Eventually, she could tell the Princess was about to have an orgasm; the girl began humping her hips, bucking into Ursula's face, mashing against her lips. Meanwhile, the Prince's fingers pressed down even harder.

Their noises were all in Arabic. The Princess even seemed to climax in her own language, all harsh gasps from the back of her throat, before one long, hoarse sigh. The Prince enthused in the same language, seemingly encouraging his sister while simultaneously ridiculing Ursula.

"Mmm ..." the Jasmine eventually switched into English, "not too bad for a first attempt. What did you say your name was?"

The Prince's hand released the back of her head. He let her raise her face up from between Jasmine's sticky thighs.

"Ur ... Ursula."

A hand shot out and slapped her cheek without warning.

"Princess! You must address me as Princess!"

"Ahh ... Pr ... Princess ... it's Urs ... Ursula."

The same hand backhanded her across her other cheek.

"Get your ass up in the air now! My brother is ready to mount you."

Ursula gasped in shock. "Nooo ... please."

The Princess's brown eyes were cold and hard. She stared for what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a second.

"You will be punished for that. The only question now is how severely. If you get that ass in the air right now, the beating may not be too brutal. If you hesitate any longer, you will deeply regret it."

Ursula swallowed. She knew that what was going to happen was inevitable. There wasn't really any choice. She nodded and pushed herself up onto her knees and elbows, raising her hips, screwing her eyes shut, awaiting her fate.

"Look at me."

She opened her eyes. Jasmine's lips curled into a grin but her stare was still cold. Both women gazed at each other.

Ursula felt fat fingers fumbling between her thighs. Prince Hassan's thumbs were opening her up forcefully, parting her labia. She felt his blunt weapon nudge into her dry entrance.

"Nngh ... ssss ..." she grimaced and hissed, tears pricking her eyes. It was physically painful. But worse, it was emotionally excruciating. She felt him see-sawing his erection into her.

"I said look at me." Jasmine said. "Eyes open. I want to enjoy your emotions as my brother fucks your cunt for the very first time."

Ursula gazed at her through blurred vision, absorbing the pain of his next, fierce thrust.

Jasmine smiled. "Yes, I said for the first time. My brother will fuck you many more times. And, when you eventually no longer please us, then we will hand you over to a bunch of goatherds."

They both laughed and switched into Arabic again.

Ursula braced herself against his barrage of thrusting - in, out, in, out - vicious thumps pummelling her hips. His body was fat but powerful. She winced with relief when she felt her dry vagina finally moistening in self defence.

Jasmine was grinning. "My brother says your cunt is getting excited. Is that true?"

Ursula grimaced in sync with his thrusts.

"I asked, is that TRUE?"

"Y ... y ... yes."

Ursula kept her damp eyes on the Princess. She could tell how turned on the girl had become. This awful brother and sister seemed to egg each other on.

Fortunately it didn't take long. Ursula knew the signs from making love with Weston. She sensed Hassan getting close and his battering of her insides became even more manic. Then his staccato grunts turned into one long groan and he collapsed across her back. His disgusting fluid assaulted her canal like a burst dam. She had never felt so defiled or nauseated in her life.

But at least it was over.

Jasmine's almond eyes remained closely studying her throughout the assault. She arched her eyebrow when she detected Ursula's revulsion.

"Mmm ... feel that goodness coursing through you." She smirked.

The Prince pushed his bulk up off her back and withdrew his erection. Ursula felt it plop out of her stretched vagina. She suddenly realized that he was in fact larger down there than Weston.

"Roll over. Lie there." Jasmine commanded.

Ursula shuffled sideways and turned onto her back. She lay there trembling beside Jasmine. The Princess sat up and peered down at her face. Then she reached out and rang a little bell.

Two Arab guards appeared in the room within seconds. Jasmine spoke to them in grating Arabic. Both of the men leered at her and broke into broad smiles.

 

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