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The Deflowering of Al-Harith
by Desert Bandit (address withheld)
***
This is a coming of age story set in the beautiful city
of Fes, Morocco, 1000 A.D. - It is an honest, fictional
narration of sexuality in the Islamic world of the
middle ages. Many artistic liberties were taken, and it
should not be taken as history, or even as accurate.
Nevertheless, enjoy! (note; Harith means "the plow
man") (F/m-teen, ped, 1st, inc, mast, oral, orgy, preg,
rom)
***
Prologue:
Morocco, 1,000 A.D.
The Height of Islamic Power.
At this point in its history, the city of Fes, Morocco,
is like something out of Arabian Nights. Beautiful
Moorish architecture lines every street and bazaar, and
at night the streets are well-lit. There is no poverty,
great wealth is common, and the people are literate and
well educated. Everyone from the few slaves there are,
to the Sultan, have all received at least some
schooling.
This is the story of a 13 year old boy named Al-Harith,
who has now grown too old to accompany his mother to
the bathhouses. At first it is a bitter coming of age
that seems to hold no promise, until a fateful meeting
his mother has with the Sultan's wife.
**
Harith was a beautiful boy whose features were somewhat
effeminate, but his body was lithe and well muscled,
like a juvenile Arabian stallion in human form. He was
also highly intelligent, the very best in his class at
school. Sadly however, even though scholars were highly
regarded in this time period, in reality Arab men and
boys tended to value the staples of Arab manhood more
than they did scholarly work. These staples where;
archery, horsemanship, fencing, wrestling, hunting, and
the ability to play a good game of chess. As a matter
of fact, if an Arab male failed to reach at least some
level of proficiency in any of these arts, he was not
considered a man at all.
It was mastery of these combat arts which defined a
man, not whether or not he had been with a woman.
Indeed, if a man had not mastered or at least gained
proficiency in the combat arts he was not allowed to
marry, and no prostitute would go to bed with him even
if the said man offered as much as 20 bags of gold. In
other words, if you wanted to fuck, you had to learn
how to be a good warrior first. First you gain your
manhood, then you can make love to a woman, not the
other way around as it is often done in modern times.
Needless to say, between his emerging urges and his
initial lack of coordination, despite his great beauty
poor Harith seemed destined to never have a woman. To
make matters even worse, his father had died just five
years earlier during a battle in Spain to conquer, yet,
even more land from those poor infidel wretches.
Although the land itself was beautiful, rightly named
"Al-Andalus" by a famous poet (meaning, "heaven), its
people were crude, dirty, drunken, and given to all
sorts of vices, like the rest of Europe. Also, like the
rest of Europe, they were constantly fighting among
themselves and seemed incapable of running a government
without some sort of intrigue or bloodshed.
Many Islamic cynics and critics of the wars in Spain
often said to attack such a wretched people was a
cowardly affair they were so weak from malnutrition and
disease. Regardless, as they say, it is kings and
sultans who make the policy, and the holders of power,
not scholarly critics. As an able fighter, Harith's
father had to do his duty. He was a mighty warrior, the
ideal Arabian "romantic hero" with a well-muscled
physique, handsome face, full beard, piercing dark eyes
and robes that flowed in the wind as he rode his
beautiful white stallion.
While Harith had inherited his father's incredible
looks and propensity to be well-muscled, because he
lost his father at an age when most boys are taught the
staples of manhood, he never got an early start like
the other boys. He had no uncles on his father side,
the tribe he came from was far away in Baghdad, and the
men of his mother's family where all old and sickly.
Harith's only choice would be to join the palace guard
when he turned 15, something he looked forward to, to
end the endless bullying.
As if this was not bad enough, poor Harith was starting
to feel urges he had never known before. Indeed, the
reason he could no longer visit the bathhouses with his
mother was that, in her denial, Harith's mother Amani
refused to see that her child had reached puberty. One
fateful day, as a beautiful, shapely woman undressed in
front of Harith, he had an erection, and when the final
part of the woman's robe came off revealing her pussy,
his excitement led to ejaculation, spraying the woman's
breasts. Harith's hiding position was instantly
revealed, and irritated though not angry, the woman
told Amani it was best not to bring him to the bath
houses anymore since he was rapidly approaching
manhood.
That same night Amani would not speak to her son and
served dinner in silence. Later on, they both went to
sleep in their respective chambers, and shortly after
Amani lay in her bed, she cried herself to sleep. First
she had lost her magnificent husband in a war, and now
her precious boy had grown old enough to give her
grandchildren. Meanwhile, Harith felt sorely
embarrassed and confused. In his emotional turmoil, he
did what he always did whenever he felt alone and
depressed; he buried himself in his studies, escaping
into the world of calligraphy and books. Calligraphy in
particular was relaxing for him, and he often used it
to relieve tension or help himself get to sleep.
**
The months passed, and his 13th year of life was hardly
anything to be happy about. Frequent bullying had led
to frequent fighting, and if it wasn't for his
outstanding academic performance, Harith may have been
known among the locals as somewhat of a ruffian. In
time, the more he fought, the more he began to
intuitively grasp where and how to strike, and was even
developing an intuitive form of "wrestling." Fact is,
where a modern martial arts expert who grew up on the
streets to observe him, he might say Harith was a
street brawler through and through.
He was bullied so much in fact, that as time passed he
could even overcome boys as old as 18, some of them
training to be palace guards. It could be argued that
his now formidable fighting prowess could be attributed
to his potent sexuality; he had to work off that sexual
energy somehow. There really was no other way in the
world he knew.
The whole notion of masturbation was rarely mentioned,
if at all, and all the women were covered head to foot
in veils. The only woman he saw unveiled was his mother
Amani, a very pretty woman in her own right. Amani came
from a tribe of Arabs from the Lebanon, an area well
known for the beauty of its women, and as a result she
was a remarkably beautiful woman with a long aquiline
nose, full lips, large eyes and wavy black hair.
If her body had to be compared to that of a
contemporary woman, she would closely resemble someone
built like Sophia Lauren was built back when she was
20, only very slightly muscled. Such a build was not
unusual for the time given the physical demands of
daily living in the middle ages.
Harith had seen her naked many times as a boy, but now,
since she was the only woman his pubescent eyes were
laying eyes on, he started lusting. However, when he
did, he felt overpowering pangs of guilt and shame from
spying on his own mother. This was only made worse by
the fact that genital, armpit and leg-shaving was
invented in the Middle East, which means poor Harith
was treated to a fleshy, well-shaved vulva. As if this
wasn't bad enough, despite the fact that she had given
birth, her breasts were firm, supple, and pliant. Amani
gave birth to Harith when she was 15, and was now 28,
reaching the prime of womanhood.
Every early morning it was the same ritual. She would
wake up for her bath, and he would find a hiding spot
to spy on her. She would proceed to disrobe, revealing
an uncommonly gorgeous body, and immediately his eyes
would zoom directly at her nude, and very fleshy, camel
toe. Within a second he would become iron-hard, all 7
inches of him rapidly palpitating as his body became
covered in sweat. Now, Amani knew her son was watching,
but did not punish him. She thought that so long as it
was restricted only to watching, that there would be no
harm done. Besides, she really enjoyed the attention
and, in a perverse sort of way, felt flattered that her
beauty could still drive a young man mad, even if he
was barely entering puberty and happened to be her son.
Whatever the case, as the routine dictated, Harith,
shortly after the spying session, would proceed to wash
himself for early morning prayers. Because he felt a
horrible pang of guilt at what he was doing, he washed
himself a total of four times, and during prayer,
chanted a verse from the holy book that was supposed to
help banish evil thoughts. His mother made him
breakfast, kissed him, and sent him away to school,
worried sick that he was going to come home again
bruised and bloody from fighting.
The day went by, very peacefully for him surprisingly
enough, and for the first time since his father died,
he wasn't bullied. He saw it as a blessing from heaven,
and thinking his fortunes were changing, decided to
visit the mosque to ask the Imam about what he was
feeling. He figured he may as well exploit that lucky
day as much as possible. Upon arriving at the Mosque,
after making congregational late afternoon prayer, he
approached the Imam and asked him about the facts of
life. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, the Imam asked why
he needed to know, while wisely telling him they had
better continue the conversation in private.
Harith spilled his guts. He told the Imam about how he
ejaculated on the woman at the bath houses, how his
feelings caused him to be angry all the time, and even
how he spied on his mother every morning. An
understanding and patient man, the Imam instructed him
to continue chanting verses from the Koran to banish
evil thoughts, and to fast for three days. He did not
tell him about the anatomical nature of sexuality, for
fear that upon learning what goes where, that he would
try to experiment on his hapless mother.
The best the Imam could hope for was heaven's
intervention so that the poor boy would eventually get
married and properly relieve his tension. Little did
the Imam know, that heaven was hardly on his side.
Still not satisfied, nevertheless Harith listened to
the Imam's council, making plans to put his advice into
practice as he headed out to the streets.
Walking home, Harith came upon two stray dogs, one
following the other. Both dogs were obviously mongrels
from their appearance, and one was slightly larger than
the other. The larger dog then did something Harith
found very disgusting; it started sniffing the smaller
dog's behind! No sooner had he done so, that a bright
pink appendage began to emerge from just beneath its
haunches. Harith looked on with a mix of horror and
fascination, quickly realizing that the larger dog was
obviously male, and that what it was experiencing, was
very similar to his own erections.
Until late that afternoon, Harith was not aware that
other male animals also got "hard" like him, and he
figured it happened to other human males as well.
Frankly, he did not understand the purpose of getting
hard, since he thought that annoying appendage was only
used for peeing. As far as his testicles, he thought
they were just there for decoration. Soon enough
though, the dog would give Harith a very graphic sex
education the adults in his life failed to do.
As Harith observed, the larger dog charged the smaller
one, mounting it. It stabbed and stabbed with its pink
pole, eventually finding the mark. As the male dog
entered the female, Harith became fascinated. Although
not 100% confident, Harith felt that he was beginning
to have an idea what boners were for. In a rather naïve
manner he thought the dog was done, that it just
mounted its female and that it was going to just stay
there. Then, rather abruptly, it began to piston in and
out of the female, whimpering in pleasure as it did so.
Disgust filled Harith's stomach, but he looked on
anyway as if under hypnosis, his young mind desperately
absorbing as much as possible from what was happening
in front of him. As his thoughts raced, the dog
pistoned into its female one last time but held itself
in the position, quivering for very long moments as it
did so. Then it relaxed. Realizing the coupling was
going to take a while, Harith made himself comfortable
against the wall of the building he was close to, and
kept watching.
For long moments the dog held its place until, finally,
it pulled out of the female, spilling watery white
fluid all over the place. Harith was now even more
fascinated. Being a very intelligent boy, he knew that
the white fluid the dog had spewed in the female was
not urine. He also knew that his own white fluid was
not urine, however, he did not know its purpose until
he saw a male dog copulate with a female. Quickly
putting two and two together, he realized that his own
organ was supposed to go inside a woman, and while not
quite sure, he felt that the fleshy lips between a
woman's legs was just the place it was supposed to go.
He also realized, that the purpose of his organ was to
inject a woman with white fluid.
The two dogs ran off and went their separate ways,
leaving an empty spot where Harith pondered what he had
just seen. He felt somewhat resentful that his mother
had not explained this to him, or for that matter the
Imam. He then realized that in order to alleviate his
feelings, he would have to find a way to put his dick
inside a woman. He noticed that, shortly after the dog
spewed inside its female, that it panted with what
looked like...relief. Wanting to experience that relief
first hand, he starting making a plan to sneak into his
mother's bed chamber.
**
That night Harith could not get to sleep, even with the
aid of calligraphy. The night rolled on, and the full
moon was half-way across the sky when finally he could
stand it no longer. He had to go see if his mother was
in a deep sleep so as to sneak into her bedroom.
Knowing she only wore a night dress, all he would have
to do to expose her genitals was remove the covers and
slide her dress over her legs and breasts.
Ever so carefully, he snuck about the courtyard, making
his way to his mother's bedchamber. As soon as he went
inside, he removed his clothing and no sooner had he
done so that his great excitement was revealed. His
dick was swollen to the point of pain as he climbed
onto the silk covered stone bed. He looked down on his
beautiful mother whose peaceful rest made her unaware
of what her son was planning.
Harith slowly removed the covers, so as not to startle
her, trembling as he did so. Then, sliding his hands
under her skirt, slowly pushed up her dress. As soon as
the moonlight revealed that gorgeous fleshy camel toe,
in its full nude glory, his heart began to palpitate
very rapidly and his breathing quickened. Curious, he
wanted to get close to smell it, to mimic the dog's
actions. Since Amani bathed frequently it smelled of
scented oil, roses, and ash. Smelling it was not enough
though. Ever more curious he began touching it with his
fingers.
At first it felt extremely soft, downright squishy in
fact. But then, it began to swell under his
manipulations, and his mother began to moan, which at
first alarmed him. Realizing she was not going to wake
up though, he continued. As he did, a different scent
then began filling the air, a musky, lemony odor that
was at once repugnant yet arousing. By now his mother's
vulva felt firm under his manipulating fingers, and by
accident one of them slid into her pussy. He
immediately pulled it out, and as he did, he noticed it
was covered with a clear transparent fluid that was
thicker in texture than his own, yet it was very slick.
Ever more curious he stuck it in again, wondering how
far it would go. Harith was shocked.
His index finger was completely buried inside his
mother's fleshy skin folds, and wiggling it about to
see if he could somehow reach the bottom, was shocked
to learn that one could go even deeper. Of course, to
go deeper, he would need something of himself even
bigger than a finger....
As he was bout to pull out his finger, he noticed that
the more he wiggled his finger, the more his mother
moaned and the hotter and wetter her insides became.
Wanting to experiment, he continued rubbing and
wiggling, counting his blessings he had trimmed his
nails earlier that day, happy he would not hurt his
mother. Whatever the case, he kept on wiggling and
stroking, eventually finding that sliding his finger in
and out of her caused the most moaning. Harith then
realized he should start moving his finger like the
dog's penis, and so, he began pistoning his finger into
her, staring in rapt fascination as his mother moaned,
bucked, and squirmed under him.
The throes of her pleasure where now beginning to
frighten him, and his whole body trembled with fear at
her waking up. Nevertheless, he could not pull himself
away, and he kept fingering her. After a while, he saw
an organ which looked like a miniature penis begin to
emerge from within her folds. Using his free hand, he
began to stroke. Not knowing its nature, he did not
moisten his hand first and as a result was now causing
her pain.
Harith became alarmed and stopped, keeping his
attention only on the fingers inside his mother's
vagina. Nevertheless, touching that miniature penis
caused his mother to react. He thought that, maybe, if
he used something softer, his tongue perhaps, he could
somehow ease the pain he had caused earlier. Wanting to
relieve the earlier pain he had caused, he lowered his
head and began stroking the length of his mother's
large clitoral hood with his tongue. Suddenly, the
moaning stopped and the room was filled with an eerie
silence as his mother bucked under him.
Harith struggled to see what was going on as he looked
up, but all he could see were faint hints of his
mother's naked breasts and the tip of her chin. Amani's
mouth was gaping wide open as the most intense orgasm
she had since before her husband left for the war in
Spain was washing over her body. Harith had not stopped
his fingering and was now doing it in addition to
tongue-stroking the length of her mother's clit. As he
continued, the vaginal flesh around his fingers felt
even warmer and wetter than before, and then, he felt
the powerful muscles of that tunnel clamp down on them.
He had no idea how long this had been going on, but by
now his fingering hand was starting to become soaked
with pussy juice since poor Amani's cunt was drooling
profusely now. Suddenly, he thought of the dog in the
market, and realized that the whole reason he was there
was to find out what it would feel like to have his
organ buried in its proper place. He pulled out his
fingers and stopped his tongue stroking, to the great
relief of his still sleeping mother whose orgasms were
now becoming painfully intense. As he raised his head,
he was shocked to see that his mother's folds were
actually.....drooling. Clear fluid flowed slowly, yet
vigorously and freely, from Amani's shaved vulva.
Although the sight disgusted him, his body had a very
different response.
The tip of his penis was now swollen like a balloon
about to burst, and pre-cum was dribbling from his pee-
hole. Again putting two and two together, he figured
that the whole reason for a woman becoming wet was to
allow a man to easily slide into her body. He did not
know how he was going to do it at first, thinking her
mother's entrance to tight and small for the size of
his organ. Upon making her slick though, all doubts
were dispelled.
He opened her legs, and positioned himself between
them, aiming his cockhead straight at his mother's
fleshy entrance. As he was about to position himself
for penetration, despite his now great lust, he was
overcome by a horrible pang of sadness he had never
felt before. A sadness which soon turned into deep
disgust towards himself. Oddly, when he was just
licking and fingering her, his mother felt, to him, as
just some strange woman he was doing this to. Now
though, as he was about to invade her body with the
most intimate part of his person, his disgust and self-
loathing worsened.
No one had told him about the incest taboo, and yet,
intuitively he seemed to know, to somehow feel this was
all wrong and could not bring himself to do it.
Eventually losing his erection, he pulled down his
mother's dress, covered her in her blankets, got
dressed and went to his room, where he then cried
himself to sleep. He felt horribly guilty for what he
had done, and somehow felt that he had was about to
violate the woman he most loved on earth. Nevertheless,
the urge remained...
**
The next day, it was now Harith who had started the
fighting. Acting like a complete prick, he picked
fights left and right for most of the day. His guilt
was so powerful, he felt an overpowering urge to
somehow punish himself for what he had done, and the
best way he knew how was by getting himself beaten up.
Unfortunately for him, his experience with street
brawls, and his genetic pedigree, made it so that he
was the one left standing at the end of all his fights.
He went home that evening, angrier than ever, ran
straight to his room and would not even speak to his
mother who, incidentally, up until that little event
was in a very good mood for most of the day. Amani kept
knocking on his door asking what was wrong. Harith just
yelled at her and told her to go away, to leave him
alone. She felt helpless; if she would not speak to
him, the best thing to do was to just let his anger
cool down. Besides, she had chores to do and, since her
son was not in a particularly talkative mood at the
moment, she decided to do some laundry.
As she inspected her bed sheets, she noticed a huge
stain on the part where her genitals were at.
Immediately she sighed and thought to herself that she
had been dreaming of her dead husband again, and from
the looks of it was a particularly hot dream. But then
she noticed something peculiar; a pubic hair! She knew
it could not have been hers, because Harith was not
shorn down there like he was supposed to; she was too
embarassed to mention the subject to him, that muslim
boys are supposed to shave their privates for hygiene.
Had her son violated her!?
No, he couldn't have. Amani remembered, back when her
husband was alive, how he would inject her full of his
white fluid and how it would often flow out of her the
next day, and continue to do so for up to three days.
Had Harith penetrated her, she thought, he would not
have lasted very long since he had never been with a
woman. He would have released voluminous amounts of his
fluid almost immediately. Nevertheless he did do
something, what it was exactly, left her puzzled. At
this point she became deeply worried and began crying.
Her maternal instincts told her he did not have the
heart to violate her but, nevertheless, since she was
the only woman he saw fully disrobed, his emerging
sexual urges had led him to this. Arab tradition had it
that in such a situation, she had to throw her boy out
of the house. "When the only woman a young man or
pubescent boy sees is a blood relative" the saying goes
"the devil does his work." However, she did not have
the heart to throw him out; for god's sake he was
barely out of childhood! Harith was her baby, and all
she had left. Her relatives all had full houses of
their own, and even if she could afford the trip they
were far away in the area that is now Lebanon, while
her husband's relatives where in Baghdad.
Feeling desperate, she stormed out of the house and
headed straight for the mosque, seeking divine help of
some sort. She went to the woman's prayer quarters, and
fervently asked for divine guidance. For long hours she
prayed and wept, and as she did, it just so happened
that the Sultan's wife and her maidservants had entered
the mosque for daily prayers themselves. Immediately
the Sultana went to Amani, and kindly asked her why she
was crying. The sultana was an old matron in her early
60's, whose face had the kind nature of a woman who had
seen 7 children grow to adulthood.
Amani explained everything, and being the mother of 4
boys herself, knew exactly what she was going through.
Thing was though, the Sultana's sons all had the
benefit of slave girls and full use of the Sultan's
harem, whereas poor Harith did not. Indeed, 3 out of 4
them made her a grandmother when they turned 13,
Harith's current age. Being the kind woman she was, she
recognized the children her sons had with these slave
girls as her flesh and blood.
Although she could not grant them their freedom, she
saw to it that her grandsons by these slave girls would
become well-educated so that someday her husband would,
also a very kind person who recognized the offspring of
his sons as his grandchildren. In fact, Harith's strict
but wise, and highly intelligent school master, was the
son of an Arab prince from Damascus and a slave girl
from the Sudan.
Feeling pity on the poor woman and her misfortune,
though she could not promise it, the Sultana offered to
enjoin her husband to let the boy use the harem. She
knew she would have to call on as much persuasiveness
as humanly possible, since the Sultan only shared the
harem with his own family and the palace guards,
trainees and veterans alike. In fact, the Sultan was
often criticized for keeping the harem girls so
exclusive, whereas other Sultans throughout the Islamic
world gave their guests full use of both the harem and
the slave girls, all of which were often beautiful.
Nevertheless, the Sultana promised she would do her
best.
Now, being a typical mom, Amani was not at all
comfortable with the thought of her son going to bed
with a harem girl. Nevertheless, the experience from
the night before, the Sultana warned, could escalate
into outright incest unless the boy found a healthy
outlet for release. And while fornication is forbidden
for both men and women prior to marriage, in general
men tended to be forgiven for the indiscretion more
than women were.
"Its okay for him to visit prostitutes, he is a man"
was often the rhetoric among Arab women, a sentiment
which continues even to this day in many Arab Muslim
countries, throughout the Mediterranean, and the
countries of Latin America, Latin America being,
largely an extension of Mediterranean culture, but in
the jungle.
Whatever the case, Amani was very protective of her
boy, and the Sultana's offer sounded outright
disgusting. Nevertheless, she was an older, more
experienced mother than her, a woman who had raised not
1, but 4 boys to adulthood. While her initial impulse
was to say no, in the end she yielded to the Sultana's
suggestion. No sooner had Amani yielded, that the
Sultana asked if she could visit her house so she could
see the boy, to which she agreed.
**
The 10 women and 20 muscular black bodyguards made
their way to Amani's house where Harith was in the
courtyard studying. The Sultana and her maidservants
were struck by the boy's beauty and promptly asked who
the father was. Amani gave her husband's full name, his
tribe, etc. Turns out Harith came from a prestigious
line of well-known warriors from Baghdad, warriors who
were known not just for their battle prowess, but also
to be very handsome.
Legend had it that whenever these warriors visited a
palace, that the harem girls often begged their lords
for one night with them. The Sultans in question, so as
not to insult their guests, often complied. In fact,
Harith's own father had lost his virginity to a
beautiful Harem girl in Damascus before he married
Amani. It now seemed as if the son would enjoy the same
fate as his father.
Harith's mother then proudly stated how he was the best
student in his class, and how he was a very strong and
intelligent boy, like his father. The Sultana did not
listen though; she was too stricken with the boy's
beauty and was formulating a plan.
The plan was that this boy marry one of his daughters,
the eldest, a 21 year old young woman who had
consummated her marriage with her now dead husband, but
the union did not produce offspring. It was later
discovered that her daughter's husband had mangled his
genitals in a horse-riding accident as a boy, and as a
result could not father children. As far as the Sultana
knew, if there was nothing wrong with her daughter
then, perhaps she should be given to another...
However, Saida, although kind hearted, was a very
stuborn and headstrong girl and would not remarry.
The experience with the potbellied brute whose breath
stunk of horse maneur had traumatized her, and she
would not be forced into another such union again. The
potbellied brute, Aziz was his name, had plenty of
wealth, prestige and lineage, but boy was he ugly to
behold, as were many Arab men. Oh no, Saida would not
be forced to marry again. However, Saida needed to
produce children.
The Sultana and her family where of a very proud
lineage, and would not give their beautiful daughter to
just anyone. No suitable husband had been found, and
this boy was almost of marriageable age. Also, both the
Sultan and the Sultana greatly desired to have
grandchildren by their eldest daughter to further
cement their grip on the throne.
The Sultana had seen 4 boys grow to manhood, and could
intuitively figure out what a young man would look like
upon reaching full adulthood. From his bone structure,
to the way he was muscled, the Sultana knew that Harith
would grow into a tall, strong, and powerful young man.
She also knew that under the tutelage of the palace
scholar, he would achieve his fullest potential.
Better yet, she could have him be a personal slave to
his daughter so that once he was grown Harith would
become her official guard. Given the boy's looks,
vulnerability and natural charm, the Sultana knew it
would only be a matter of time before she fell in love
with him once he was grown. All the Sultana needed to
do, was see to it that her daughter spend as much time
as possible getting to know him, and the best way to do
that, was to make him her daughter's personal slave.
The Sultana eyed the boy the way a greedy merchant
weighs a rare jewel, which made Amani deeply
uncomfortable. At that point, she asked the Sultana
what she wanted. After she was done explaining
everything, she knew the Sultana would want to purchase
him as a slave. Amani could not refuse; she was poor
and barely made ends meet selling fruits on the market,
and the handsome amount of gold the Sultana was
offering would give her more than enough live on and
enough for a dowry, but, the cost would be losing her
son.
The Sultana reassured her that she could visit whenever
she wished, and if she wanted, that she could send a
royal emissary to search for a man from her dead
husband's tribe. Yes, the Sultana was that desperate to
have him as a slave for her daughter, knowing full well
he would grow up to be a great and valuable asset for
the palace. She was desperate because, the Sultana
honestly hoped the boy's innocense, charm and looks
would win over her daughter's stuborn heart once he was
grown.
At first Amani was reluctant, but eventually yielded.
One of the maid servants was sent back to the palace
with the news, along with a Negro guard, and shortly
thereafter returned with a large amount of gold which
was given in payment to Amani. Harith asked what was
going on, at which point his mother began crying and
held her son tightly, telling him she loved him and the
she would visit him as often as possible. The Sultana
then told him the palace would be his new home, and
that he was now her daughter's slave.
Harith protested violently.
He screamed at how his family were all proud warriors,
how his father would never approve, etc. Amani
reassured him that he would have a better future in the
palace. There he would receive a much better education
than anything common men could get, and on top of that
he would be, finally, properly trained as a warrior.
Reluctantly, Harith agreed, subconsciously wishing to
protect his mother and wishing her to find another
husband so she wouldn't feel so lonely. A few moments
later they made their tearful goodbyes, and Harith was
marched off to the palace, accompanied by lovely slave
girls, a kindly old matron, and large Negro guards.
**
Harith was overwhelmed by the sights of the palace.
Vegetation in practically every stone, mosaic floors
and arched doorways intermixed with columns and domes,
some unreachably high. In addition, the scent of
incense burned constantly, and the soft, soothing sound
of running water echoed throughout. It was as if he had
entered heaven itself. This belief was further engraved
in Harith's mind when the Sultana's oldest daughter
Saida walked over to greet them. Since she was a palace
girl, she was free to leave parts of herself unveiled.
She was unbelievably beautiful.
She had the same aquiline features as his mother, only
hers were somewhat younger, more well-bred, and "cuter"
looking, a little more girlish. Her skin was also
darker, a beautiful olived bronze tone that was
frequently bathed in very fine oils. Her body was still
youthfully slender, but well curved, proportioned, and
with very generous breasts beneath her dark purple
robes. When Harith saw her, his eyes widened, and
witnessing such beauty caused blood to rush to his
head, making him blush. Harith had his father's face
and features, but he had inherited his mother's light
olive skin.
Saida laughed and found Harith downright adorable. Then
however, she inquired as to his presence there. The
Sultana introduced him as her new slave.
Harith could not believe his ears; when not training or
studying, he would be spending time with Saida. No
sooner had he heard the news that his heart began to
palpitate violently. Whatever the case, he was a slave
now, and he had to do his duty and obey as best he
could.
**
The day Harith was introduced to the palace had gone by
uneventfully. He befriended many of the other slave
boys and the morning after he was promptly taken to the
tutor, who was impressed by his intelligence and the
beauty of his calligraphy. As soon as school ended, he
was taken out onto the fields where training began in
the staples of Arab manhood.
Given a chance to actually practice under proper
training, Harith flourished from his very first day,
showing that he was very much his father's son. A
particular strength of his was fencing. The moment he
picked up the scimitar, it felt perfectly natural in
his hands as the instructor made him go through the
motions. Sadly though, training ended.
Harith actually enjoyed the physical part of palace
life more than school, and it provided a healthy way to
burn off his excess energy. Nevertheless, he sorely
missed his mother, even though it had been only a day.
He went to sulk by the edge of one of the fountains,
where Saida noticed him. Realizing he was sad, she
immediately went to comfort him.
They talked for long moments, and she reassured him by
saying that his mother only wanted what was best for
him, and to not miss her since she would always have
him in her heart and thoughts. Harith only stared at
the water, not knowing how to respond. Saida for her
part found him extremely cute, not in a sexual way, but
in a little brother kind of way.
Saida had grown up with only with older brothers, and
always wanted a younger one; all she had was younger
sisters. To her, Harith was the little brother she
never had and was planning on relishing the
opportunity. Seeing him very much as a child, she
hugged him, held him close and squeezed him tightly.
Harith blushed, and the feel of her soft breasts caused
him to strain in his undergarments.
Now, Saida was not a virgin; she was deflowered at 15
by her first husband, and even though the union did not
produce children, she was no stranger to the ways of
womanhood. Now 21, she felt herself a fully grown adult
with no need for a husband. She had not been with a man
since her husband died when she was 17, nor did she
miss one as there was never any love between her and
that horrible man. Indeed, the few sexual relations she
had with that gruff pot-bellied animal were never
pleasant. Horrible as it felt to her, deep down she
jumped with joy when she heard news of her husband's
death.
For his part Harith was hopelessly smitten by the 21
year old. She was far more beautiful than any woman he
had seen in the bathhouses as a boy, and even more
beautiful than his own mother, a very hard feat to
accomplish. In every sense of the word, Saida was a
princess through and through, from her beauty, to the
manner in which she carried herself. Very much so he
wished that moment would last forever, but palace duty
called and she had to leave.
Harith now felt lonelier than ever, even though he knew
her chambers were not far. As far as trying out the
"experiment" with his sexual organ, he loved Saida too
much to touch her. The experience with his mother had
traumatized him, so he now associated love with
decidedly non sexual feelings. Nevertheless, he greatly
desired her, burned for her, but was utterly helpless
do anything about it. To be cursed with a powerful sex
drive and a conscience both at once is not something
any man or boy of any age should have to live with. It
is the closest thing to hell on earth.
**
Six months passed, and by now Harith had mastered the
staples of Arab manhood. He could outwrestle, outride,
outfence, and outshoot any of the boys his age he was
training with. He became so adept in fact, he often had
to fence or wrestle, for practice, against either the
instructor or one of the experienced palace guards,
much to their delight.
Many of the older palace guards had grown sons of their
own, and to watch little Harith grow and learn so
quickly made them feel the love and pride of watching a
boy make the transition to manhood again. The palace
guards took great pleasure in instructing Harith
themselves, often filling his head with both warnings
and wisdom hard learned on the battlefield. It was
generations getting along and male bonding at its very
best, another thing which Saida found cute about
Harith.
And speaking about Saida, many of the palace guards
were very fond of her. The majority all had nothing but
sons, and as a result they saw her as a sort of
surrogate daughter which they all shared. To the
chagrin of her younger sisters, they dotted on her and
spoiled her, giving her attention the Sultan could not
because of state affairs.
Needless to say, Saida grew up with very high standards
and expectations for men, given that all the palace
guards were men of honor, true warriors, and also
physically fit. Given such upbringing, that is part of
the reason she found Harith so squeezably cute. To her,
Harith was one of those men, but with no facial hair,
and "boyishness" to his features. The fact that he was
the most talented of all the "little warriors" of
course, to her, made him even cuter in her eyes.
Poor Harith. He really did not want her to see him in
such a light. Nevertheless, he reveled in the
"sisterly" affection she gave him, taking what he could
get. By now he had, sort of, accepted his fate. Little
did he know though, his luck was about to change.
**
Having waited patiently for 6 months, the Sultana
revealed the purpose of Harith's presence to her
daughter. Saida was furious.
She screamed at her mother, telling her she was not a
breeding machine that pumped out children for her
benefit. She reminded her that motherhood was far more
respectable than that, and that it really made her
angry that she even suggest she go to bed with Harith,
a boy she lovingly saw as her little brother. Very much
in a sisterly manner, Saida felt extremely protective
of Harith and often winced every time one of the boys
would harshly throw him on the ground during wrestling
practice. She knew he would eventually win,
nevertheless she did not wish to see him harmed.
The Sultana told her that she was also doing the boy a
favor, and narrated the events regarding his mother.
Saida was not a naïve fool; she knew that sexual
tension, even between relatives, is one of the negative
side effects of women walking around in veils. At the
same time though, she did not feel comfortable in being
Harith's first. The man was older, and the woman was
younger. That is the way it was done, even with widows.
The exception was of course the prophet of their
religion, whose first wife had 25 years on him. She was
a true cougar in every sense of the word you might
say...
Whatever the case, Saida felt that, deep down, Harith
needed to marry a girl his own age once he turned 18,
the year his training and schooling would reach their
conclusion. She did not desire him sexually at all, and
loved him deeply. Part of her protectiveness of him
involved not taking away his innocence before he became
a fully grown adult, and even then, Saida very much
felt it should be his future wife, not her. Besides,
another man had already had her. Harith deserved a
virgin. She was 8 years older than him, no longer a
virgin, and had no sexual feeling for him whatsoever.
Somehow, as if reading her mind, the Sultana told her
they could conduct a marriage ceremony in secret. The
law did say that, while not practical, the best thing
was to marry shortly after hitting puberty when read
carefully. Although the law permitted it, it was rarely
practiced. Too many 13 year old boys did not have the
skills, learning, or maturity to live in the real
world, and too many 13 year old girls gave birth to
children that were stillborn. Therefore it was not
practiced.
However, Saida was 21 now, Harith was a palace slave
who could be freed for the purpose of marrying her, and
therefore he could easily be made to father children by
her. The Sultana told her to take time to think about
it and then left her alone in the garden. Deep down
though, the idea of taking a pubescent boy's innocence
did turn Saida on somewhat. However, she quickly got a
hold of her thoughts and scolded herself. "He is still
just a child!" she laughed cynically to herself "I
can't!"
**
The day after, Harith and the other boys were playing
dice after their physical training. Eventually, a
conversation popped up about the female sex, and
women's sexuality, as it always did. Harith was shocked
to find out the other boys had had sexual experiences
with female relatives also, not so much outright
penetration, but fondling and licking, similar to what
he had experienced with his mother. In a way, Harith
finally felt relieved, and, somehow, it lessened the
weight of his guilt. His mother of course forgave him,
and as she promised, visited him in the palace
frequently.
She had remarried a month after Harith had left, and
just recently when she visited, Amani was sporting a
swelling belly. Harith was going to have a half-brother
soon, and rather than feeling jealous, actually felt
happy. There was no feeling of resentment that his
mother was trying to replace him or anything, but
instead was glad that his mother was no longer lonely.
She had married a distant relative of his father's
tribe since there were no marriageable men in his
immediate family, they were much too old.
Be that as it may have been, it turns out that the
other boys had all already had sex, with harem and
slave girls. When they asked Harith if he had enjoyed a
night with a harem girl, he shyly said that he had not.
No sooner had he admitted this that the other boys
began making fun of him, eventually angering him to the
point where he asked if any of them wanted to wrestle
regarding the matter. Promptly enough this silenced
them, as no one dared provoke him to a point where the
next time they practiced, he would wrestle them to the
point of injury.
Even though he was smarter, stronger and now more
athletic than most boys his age, he felt deeply
chagrined that he had not yet penetrated a female body
and experienced the pleasure they all talked about. One
of the older boys, aged 16, told him not to worry, that
all palace guards in training had free access to the
harem any time they wished, and that if he felt
"hungry," he should pay them a visit. He also warned
him that "holding it in" was unhealthy, and that he had
to go.
Amazingly, even though he had lived in the palace for
six months, he did not know where the harem was! The
palace was huge, labyrinthine, and Harith's life
focused primarily on studying, martial training, and
running errands for Saida. In his naïve view of the
world he did not realize that the sultan had over 400
beautiful women servicing him, his elite guards, and of
course Harith's friends, a total of barely 60 men,
since only elite soldiers, or those trained by current
guards, were allowed to be palace guards. He asked the
16 year old boy to show him the way to the Harem's
quarters; he couldn't take it any longer.
Explaining to him how to stroke and caress a woman
along the way, Harith quickly etched into his mind all
of the older boy's instructions. Finally, they came
upon two large Negro eunuchs. Never having seen Harith
before, they said that if he tried to enter they would
behead him. Harith's companion explained to them he was
one of the palace guards in training, that he was new,
and that he had never been with a woman. The girls
where all bathing anyway so they would be clean for
him, an ideal time for Harith to lose his virginity.
The eunuchs agreed, and opened the door for Harith. The
16 year old boy, not wanting to ruin his moment,
promptly scampered off, his good deed for the day
finished.
Harith then entered the Harem room.
**
Night prayers were over with and the evening had a lazy
feeling to it. The sun had just gone down, and the
desert sky had a purplish orange hue to it that made
the night unusually beautiful. On the horizon, from her
window, Saida could see the crescent moon. Although she
could not quite put her finger on it, she felt that
something significant would happen this night, though
unsure what it was.
Saida was combing her beautiful wavy hair, stroking it
as much as possible, letting its natural oil give it
luster and gloss. Eventually growing bored, she decided
to go for a walk.
She saw one of the older slave boy guards in training
scampering about the palace, and asked him what the
rush was. He said that he was busy, and that he had
things to do. Before she let him go though, Saida asked
him if she had seen Harith. Upon hearing this, the boy
smiled saying he was in the Harem room.
Saida's heart broke into four places and sank to her
stomach.
**
Upon entering the harem room, Harith's nostrils were
violently assaulted by the scents of bathing oil,
perfume, incense, and female flesh. The scent was
almost nauseating, but intoxicating at the same time.
The scent of incense in particular was much stronger
than elsewhere in the palace, and very near to him, he
heard female laughter and the splashing of water.
Curious, he went closer, beyond walls designed to
conceal a vast bathing pool surrounded by silk
cushions. No sooner had he entered the room that he
began to tremble violently at the sight.
Several dozen beautiful women, the most beautiful he
had ever seen, completely naked. There must have been
at least 340 of them bathing in the pool, totally nude.
Many of the girls were European, blondes imported from
France, northern Italy, and some from as far away as
England and the Scandinavian countries. Harith had
never seen a blonde woman before, and although
beautiful to his eyes, their appearance was somewhat
alien to him. Alien, but no less arousing...
Soon Harith was staring at them with a tent under his
robes.
The sultan had taste though; although the Harem had
many smoking hot blondes, the majority were Arab women
from the Lebanon, the land his mother came from. He
could not believe his eyes; the youngest were 15, and
they went as old as, probably, 22. Each one was more
beautiful than the last, and his senses were
overwhelmed by the sheer potency of exposed females
flesh. Over 300 naked women, dark haired and blonde
haired, their vulvas, breasts and hind quarters in full
view, all in the full bloom of youth, all of them
cleanly shaven, clean, and perfumed. Truly, this had to
be the closest thing on earth to paradise.
Female flesh everywhere, the room was completely
saturated with it. All Harith could do, was tremble
helplessly and stare. Eventually, one of the women
noticed him and alerted the others. The moment they saw
him the women did not know what to make of him, but
upon seeing the tent in his robes, actually started
drawing lots on who would go first!
Now, the presence of so many nude women at once can be
overwhelming for a man. So overwhelming that upon
experiencing it, a man is eventually left burnt out and
the novelty soon wears of. Meaning, most visitors of
the harem eventually grew bored and the women became
sexually neglected. As a result, many Harem women
engaged in lesbianism in order to satisfy themselves.
Indeed, a blonde 15 year old Scandinavian girl and a 19
year old Arab girl were touching each other and kissing
in the bathing pool. There were several other couples
doing similar things. Ethnicity was not an issue; Arab
or European, if you had a good tongue, apparently that
was enough.
Poor Harith's innocent mind could barely take it all
in.
Several of the women, 20 in all, took pity on him and
invited him to join them in the pool. Seeing he was
nervous, they undressed him and led him into the water.
Since he was the only "man" of the night, about 100
naked women circled him and looked at him in rapt
fascination. He was a remarkably beautiful boy, and
they couldn't believe their luck; from his trembling
they all knew he had never been with a woman. Several
of the girls in their late teens ogled his genital
organs lustfully, making plans for him. However, the
leader told them all to calm down.
As with any large group of people, someone always
emerges to unoficially take charge. In this particular
case, it was a 25 year old Lebanese woman whose great
beauty had kept her from being given to a lesser
government official. Her name was Lamia.
She told the girls to go back to their bathing and to
give the poor boy room to breathe. Commanding an air of
authority, they promptly obeyed her as they went back
to their bathing and lesbianism. Lamia sat the boy down
within the pool, held him close and asked him if there
was anything she could do to relax him and make him
feel more comfortable. Harith explained everything, and
how what he did with his mother had led him to be
enslaved in the palace. He also explained how he
regretted his actions bitterly and how he wished he had
never done it.
Lamia listened with great patience, and held him close.
Harith felt extremely uncomfortable at being held in
such a way by a woman who was stark naked...
Lamia had not realized his discomfort, since being a
Harem girl meant that she walked around without any
clothing for most of the day, nudity was perfectly
natural to her. So as to not make him uncomfortable she
had a couple of the girls dry them both off and dress
them, at which point they sat down and chatted. Harith
started crying uncontrollably, the emotional shock of
his world changing, seeing all those naked women, and
falling in love with Saida finally catching up to him.
She just shushed, cooed, and held him close, comforting
him, telling him that there was no hurry, that if he
ever needed the girls they would always be there, to
not worry, that he still had his whole life to live,
etc.
Elegant torches and lamps flickered throughout the
harem room, as soft moans of women on women could be
heard as they pleasured each other. Dozens of women,
all pleasuring one another, their cunts exposed in all
their shorn glory. Despite the emotional turmoil,
Harith was still a young teenager, and his erection had
not gone down.
Lamia suggested, that since he was there, he may as
well enjoy as many of the girls as he could handle.
Upon overhearing this, several 15 and 16 year old girls
gathered around him, all of them completely naked, 30
in all. The rest were either sleeping or having Lesbian
sex, seemingly having lost interest in Harith. Or
rather, out of courtesy, letting the sexually hungrier
younger girls have the first sinking of his cock...
Lamia was shocked at the eagerness of the girls, which
was somewhat unusual. She got up and left, intending to
let the girls have their way with him. She had already
had several virginal young men before, and it was
sometimes even suggested that it was their innocence
which kept her looking so young, innocence she had
taken into herself to relieve their anguished lusts.
Nevertheless, after a decade of doing that, she was
starting to feel an overpowering sense of guilt at
robbing young men of their flower, pleasant though it
was. Strangely, it was because she felt a degree
compassion for Harith that she would only allow herself
to have him after the other girls were done with him.
The girls eagerly began playing with him.
Harith was almost completely submerged in hands,
breasts, legs, cunts, and tongues. Thirty girls in all.
Three girls at one time were stimulating his genitals;
two were sucking, while the third licked his balls. Six
girls suckled his toes, while others rubbed their
breasts on his legs. Another was sitting on his face,
telling him to lick her pussy, which he obediently did.
Another girl sat on his stomach, rubbing her pussy on
it. Soon the girls began becoming moist from arousal,
and the scent of wet cunt drowned out all others inside
the room. After a while, Harith's whole entire body
began glistening with cunt juice as all thirty of the
girls began rubbing their cunts all over his body,
working in a well-coordinated rotation of turns.
Obviously the girls had done this before.
Harith was buried in a tangle of naked female limbs,
genitals and breasts, and the rubbing of flesh on flesh
was clearly audible. Amazingly enough, there was no
penetration yet, although, the blonde girl licking his
balls was starting to lose patience. Wanting his cock
in her pussy, she demanded the other girls get out of
the way.
Clearing the path as if in unison, the remaining 29
girls circled Harith, his would-be sex partner, and
began masturbating. He was in a cunt juice induced
daze; the smell was making him dizzy. Even so, he
managed to lift his head and he saw a beautiful blonde
haired girl slowly position herself over him as she
smiled down at him. She gently held his cock, smiling
the whole while, aiming it directly at her shorn pussy
lips.
Just as she was about to lower herself on it though,
Saida stormed the harem room and yelled at the girl,
and with bestial ferocity screamed at her to get off
him. The Sultana and the princesses never visited the
Harem room of course, especially since naked men would
be using it, but in this particular case she had
prevailed on her father to let her in, pleading to him
how much Harith meant to her and how protective she
felt of him. Fearfully, the girl climbed off him,
having to put up with a horrible, unsatisfied vaginal
ache she was about to soothe with Harith's large,
veiny, palpitating cock.
Harith was still in a daze as Saida glared at them, a
murderous stare which deeply frightened the girls.
Feeling outraged that her territory had been invaded,
Lamia confronted Saida, telling her that the Harem room
was no place for a princess, least of all one whose
husband was not man enough to impregnate her....
Foolishly adding fuel to the fire, Lamia received a
vicious backhanded slap which knocked her to the
ground. The princess reminded her of her place and to
never speak to her in such a disrespectful tone again.
Saida then warned every girl in the Harem room, with
much venom in her voice;
"I will have you beheaded if you touch him! Clean him
up and get him dressed..." All the girls did was stare
at the princess with cow-stupid eyes. Finally, Saida
finished by yelling "NOW!!!"
This time, none of the girls dared disobey, Lamia
included, and did as they were told.
Harith had fainted from his cunt-juice induced stupor,
but his erection did not subside until he was far from
the Harem's quarters. Saida instructed one of her
guards to carry him to her room. The guard stared at
her, knowing full well how improper it was for lady, a
princess, to be alone in a room with a pubescent boy in
his early teens. She reassured him that her nanny would
be there with her and that he wasn't going to touch
her. Trusting her, he did as instructed and carried
that nearly unconscious Harith to Saida's chamber,
laying him down on the bed. Thankfully, so as to
prevent embarrassment from the guard, Harith's boner
had died down.
As he lay there, Saida tenderly stroked his forehead,
knowing full well how shocking the experience had been
for him. Saida was not entirely unschooled in the ways
of men, even though she had only been with one. Her
mother told her that a young man's first sexual
experience is often nerve racking, and if she ever
married a virginal young man, to not expect him to
perform well. She was also warned, that precisely
because a first sexual experience is shocking enough
with one woman, that the mental damage done by an
entire harem of beautiful, naked women would be
overwhelming for a young man of 13, and that is why she
warned, to never allow her sons inside a Harem unless
he was already married, or has been with a woman
already.
Her mother's warning did not come out conjecture. Saida
recalled that, thinking it would do no harm, the
Sultana allowed her oldest son to visit the harem's
quarters to relieve sexual tension. Because he was
still a virgin, the psychological shock of seeing so
many beautiful naked women at once caused an outright
collapse. It took the court's doctors weeks to allow
the poor boy to heal, and he remained a virgin up until
his 27th birthday the experience was so traumatic.
Saida started crying, knowing full well Harith may have
been similarly damaged. Being the kind, caring person
she was, she blamed herself for the episode, wishing
she had listened to her mother and taken him herself,
rather than leave him at the mercy of some overused
Harem whore. In all, she had an "I wish could fix this"
attitude, even if it meant having to take his virginity
and introduce him to the warmth of a woman herself.
As she rested her head over him sobbing, Saida's nanny
comforted her, telling her it wasn't her fault. Harith
was tougher than he looked though, and eventually he
woke up. When he did, he saw Saida and exclaimed he was
very happy to see her. She promptly hugged him, happy
he was okay. Tearfully looking into his eyes, she
ordered her nanny, a matron she had known since she was
an infant, to leave the room.
Understanding her better than her own mother, very
discreetly, the nanny left the room, first being
absolutely sure they would be completely alone. With
that, she walked out and closed the doors of her
bedchambers. She told the nearest guard, a man in his
50's who had known Saida since she was a girl, what she
was about to do. Although he did not approve, he loved
Saida, and kept watch so that no one would interrupt
them.
Saida kissed Harith on the lips. This wasn't an
"affection" type of kiss, but rather, it was a sensual
one. Harith's heart jumped and began pounding like
crazy when she kissed him.
She knew he was still much too young, but that
nevertheless he needed a woman. At this moment she was
not fertile, so she figured no harm would be done.
Saida backed away from him, telling him in a very
gentle tone to not be frightened. After seeing several
hundred naked women at once, what was one woman, she
figured.
As she backed away, layer by layer, she began to undo
her dress. First she took off her veil, letting her
long wavy hair fall down over her shoulders, all the
way to her waist. Then, layer by layer, took off the
outer layer of her dress, finally revealing a thin,
silken under-dress. Saida was nervous; the last time
she had undressed like this was five years earlier, for
her husband. Now she was doing it for someone she
actually had tender feelings for, not necessarily out
of lust, but out of an overpowering sense of
compassion, a need to heal someone she loved.
She pulled down her under garments and then stepped out
of them. After that, she untied a few knots here and
there, and let the final layer of her dress to fall
down to the floor; Saida was now completely naked.
Harith honestly thought he was dead. He had to be in
heaven. Standing stark naked before him was a Houri,
one of the girls a man gets to enjoy in paradise.
Saida's body was beautiful to look at even while
wearing a dress designed to conceal curves. Completely
disrobed, she was an hourglass vision of beautifully
proportioned hips, legs, and well muscled ass. Not too
mention large breasts. Her olive-bronze skin had no
flaws at all, not a blemish, not a scar anywhere, and
her vulva was extremely fleshy. It was cleanly shaven
like all the ones he had seen, and the outer lips of
her labia, her vulva, were unusually large, but not in
a grotesque manner. The color of her genitals was
slightly darker than the rest of her skin. Her figure
was youthfully slender, and yet, she had an hourglass
waist-to-hip ratio.
She quietly whispered to him to walk towards her, to
come closer, to not be afraid. Nervously, and with a
tent in his robes again, he walked towards her,
eventually getting close enough to smell her sweet
perfume. Saida was a little bit taller than him at
about 5'4, since he was not fully grown. Harith would
grow up to be 6'1 like his father, but not yet.
He stood there, nervously looking into her eyes.
"Hold me" she asked in a very gentle tone.
"Hold me. Just hold me."
Nervously, Harith did as he was told, and wrapped his
arms around her back. He held her tight, rocking back
and forth as he did, not believing it was actually
happening. His penis was pointing straight upward,
allowing him to press close to her. Saida was pleased
her body had brought it back to life so quickly, and
that he liked her more than any of those horrible Harem
women. At the same time though, she breathed
fastidiously, not really wanting to do it.
Nevertheless, the love she felt for him compelled her
to continue.
Gently pushing him away, she instructed "take off your
clothes Harith, go lie down on the bed, and relax."
He obeyed, and no sooner had the last article of
clothing been removed that her eyes were immediately
glued on Harith's large genitals. His penis was seven
inches in length and very thick, and his testicles were
huge, unusual for a boy his age. As he lay down on the
bed, the head of his cock touched his stomach well
beyond his belly-button.
She walked towards the large bed and climbed on top of
him, placing her legs on either side of him. The soft
feeling of her breasts on his chest felt really good,
more so because it was Saida's breasts, and not anyone
else's.
She gently caressed his face and kissed him, taking her
time. To her shock, Saida felt her vulva begin to swell
and her vagina begin to moisten as she kissed him. As
they kissed for long moments, by now Harith had lost
all his fear and his arms were gently exploring Saida's
body. Her back, her ass, her legs, her face, her
breasts... He took his time exploring the beautiful
naked female body on top of him as he kissed her,
unaware that he was arousing her even more as he did.
Eventually, Harith became the aggressor, and his hunger
prompted him to flip them both over. Now on top, his
penis was pressing firmly against the skin of her
tummy, the heat becoming almost too much for her to
handle.
Not having had enough with his hands, Harith then began
exploring Saida with his mouth also. As his hands
stroked her breasts, he tenderly kissed her neck, her
jaw line, and then once again, his hands reached her
face and he kissed her on the lips. As he was in a
crawl position on top of her, his cock pointed
horizontally at her chin as he kissed her.
Then, crawling down, he began hungrily suckling her
breasts. Stroking them, lightly scrapping them with his
teeth, gently sucking on her dark brown nipples,
letting the tip of his tongue flicker on the sensitive
center where the milk comes out of the nipple...
Reflexively, all the while, he stroked her pussy.
Crawling down even further, he stroked her legs, gently
sliding his hands along the length of her inner and
outer thighs, being treated to the most beautiful view
of her cunt. Lifting one of her legs, he began kissing
her foot, and then he made his way up to her crotch.
Not wanting to go there yet, he asked her to get on her
stomach so he could explore her back, to which she
eagerly agreed.
Almost as if driven by instinct, he was now using his
cock to stroke her skin. He ran the tip along the
length of her spine, rubbing it up and down, letting
its heat do the trick. He then slid it along her right
butt-cheek, eventually reaching the back of her knees.
Upon reaching here, he bent down and lightly bit down
on that magnificent piece of rear-end flesh. He bit
into it, kissed it, all the while his hands freely
roamed about her....
Desperately wanting to taste her, he asked her to get
on her back. As she did, she looked up at him with a
flirtatious smile as she reached out and touched his
torso, eventually stroking his cock with her hands. He
let her have his way with it and after a while, she let
go and he could bend down to begin licking her pussy.
He pressed his tongue firmly against her clitoral hood,
and stroked very slowly up and down along the length of
it. Saida gasped silently in ecstasy and grabbed his
hair, sinking her fingers into it as he serviced her
cunt.
For long moments he tongue stroked her clit, wanting to
get her as wet as possible. As he tongue-stroked, his
hands were once again roaming about her, squeezing her
breasts as they found themselves in that area.
The sensation of a tongue on her clit while Harith's
hands fondled her breasts sent Saida over the edge to
an even more powerful orgasm over the many she was
already having. Now though, her vagina was beginning to
constrict painfully. It began to drool profusely, and
the clitoral induced orgasms were starting to become
painful her cunt was clamping down on empty space so
much.
"I need you inside me" she pleaded "its time. Put it in
Harith. Take me. Let me be your first. Please put it
in."
Getting the promise of relief at last, he positioned
himself between her legs and aimed his swollen cockhead
directly at her dark brown, swollen pussy lips. The
confidence that had marked his foreplay had suddenly
left him; he was now nervous again.
Taking a deep breath though, he placed the head at her
entrance, and then, the bulbous tip noisily parted the
fleshy outer lips, eventually disappearing inside. No
sooner had this happened, that her pussy clamped down
on the tip and began sucking at it. She was very wet,
but also very tight; shortly after the tip disappeared,
the rest of his veiny rod slowly sank deliciously into
her womanly goods as he buried it all the way to the
hilt.
Harith moaned in deep shock and ecstasy at the new
sensation his body was now feeling. Now firmly buried
in his beloved Saida's body, he quickly became engulfed
by her warm wetness, and eventually her very spirit
began taking him into her. He felt as if he was fusing
with her, a sensation he did not expect. Her pussy was
so, so... so... DELICIOUS. It was so hot, and wet, and
tight, and she was so kind hearted that as he felt
himself fuse with her it added to the already pleasant
physical sensations.
Saida pulled her knees up and wrapped her legs around
him, also embracing him with her arms as she did. She
looked into his eyes, and told him "Harith, I'm yours.
When you're old enough I will bear your children. Love
me."
"What do I do?" He asked.
"Just pull it out slightly, then push it back in" she
gently instructed, gasping for air "repeat this motion
as much as you can, and let your heart decide the
rhythm." She was barely able to speak from the delirium
of pleasure as the heat from Harith's cock slowly began
engulfing her entire body as it spread slowly from her
pussy.
Not wanting to waste time, he began to rhythmically
piston in and out of her. She held him close, embracing
him as he thrust in and out of her. He pulled out as
much as he could bear to pull out, and then slowly
pushed it back in.
He thrusted and thrusted, not only relieving Saida's
vaginal ache but also bringing her over the edge.
One, then two, then three times her pussy began to
clamp down on him, each time more tightly than the
last. Noisily it slid in and out of her, the slimy
pistoning sound music to Harith's ears. Again and again
she clamped down on him, devouring him with kisses as
she did. She could barely kiss him the orgasms were so
intense, as her eyes frequently rolled back from
unbelievable pleasure. She was being filled, and one
orgasm after another, she felt herself squeeze down on
him, her pussy begging his rod to release its hot
fluid. This lasted for three hours.
Between orgasms she licked one of his earlobes and
sucked on them. Seeing it felt good he reciprocated,
and the two eventually locked in a kiss that seemed to
strengthen her orgasms. As they kissed, this time she
began clamping down on him almost painfully, and more
frequently than before. Her pussy was now DEMANDING to
be fed some sperm.
Stroking his back, she had the most intense orgasm of
the night and she dug her fingers in his back. She
clamped down so hard this time, his pace quickened and
finally, he went over the edge.
In one final, violent thrust, he buried himself all the
way in her, his body stiffened, his balls pressed
upward, and shortly, in a blissful release, began
spewing hot semen directly onto her cervix. Saida could
feel his hot cock pulse and palpitate as she felt her
insides being deliciously pelted and massaged by his
hot sticky fluid.
He shot spurt after hot spurt, each pelt massaging her,
and he groaned with a blissful sense of release as he
did so. Letting out a final, low groan, he released the
biggest load of all and it hosed out of him onto her
womb. Finally spent, he collapsed panting breathlessly
on top of her.
Still burning from her last orgasm, triggered by
Harith's largest spurt, Saida finally eased her grip on
him. She relaxed her legs, and let her arms rest on his
back. He was still inside her, very slowly softening,
but she didn't mind. She tightened her arms again,
hugging him, and began laughing. Harith raised his head
and felt puzzled that she was laughing and as he looked
at her noticed that tears were beginning to stream down
her eyes once again.
Instinctively he kissed her, and she responded. He let
himself grow completely soft inside her finally, and
noisily his dick eventually slid out on its own, semen
leaking out of her pussy. For long moments they lay
there, kissing. Eventually he let his head fall down
and rest as they both drifted off to sleep. A smile
decorated Saida's lips as she held her young lover
close in the most tender embrace any young man or
teenage boy could hope for.
In the background, a curtain had closed. The Sultana
had witnessed the whole thing and a broad smile crossed
her lips. She knew that if her daughter made love to
him, that she would fall in love with him. Saida would
definitely marry him then, and give the sultana
grandchildren. Judging from the intensity of the boy's
passion, the Sultana smiled and knew Harith would give
her many grandchildren.
**
Three years passed and Harith was now 16. Given his
prodigious skill in both academics and the martial
arts, he was allowed to graduate early and finally
earned both his freedom and status as a palace
guardsman. Since that night, Saida and Harith had not
made love again largely because Harith loved her. He
respected her, and wanted to wait until they were
married before they made love again, to which Saida
reluctantly consented.
Now that he was old enough to marry her, he wasted no
time in asking the Sultan for her hand. With pleading
eyes Saida looked at her father as Harith asked, and
not wanting his daughter to be sad, relented and
allowed the wedding. Very improper for a princess, she
ran to him, embraced him and kissed him. The Sultana
smiled a small smile, but the court officials and the
Sultan himself felt somewhat chagrined and outraged.
The wedding took place nevertheless, a wedding that
Harith's mother Amani attended, much to his delight.
There was a huge celebration, and shortly after they
were married, Harith and Saida produced a set of twins;
a boy and a girl.
Epilogue:
Proving himself a more capable leader than Saida's
brothers, and a better warrior, the Sultan had to
recognize the boy's skills and when the time came, when
Harith turned 40, the Sultan stepped down from the
throne, and handed the crown to him.
Harith ruled wisely, and never took other wives besides
Saida. He freed the harem girls, ensuring they would
all be placed in proper homes where their husbands
would take care of them, and eventually enacted a law
forbidding the use of harems and the exploitation of
slave girls. Not at his wife's behest, but by his own
will. With regards to how other young men would first
experience sex, he openly encouraged people to marry as
early as possible, and to make this possible, gave
everyone a tax break as often the economy would allow.
Harith and Saida had 7 more children, 3 sons and 4
daughters in addition to the set of twins, for a total
of 9.
Time passed, and they both lived to a ripe old age.
Saida died when she was 100 years old. Harith, when he
was 92, being unable to go on living without his
beloved wife.
The End
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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