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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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