Desert Fairy Tales

Grandfather was wearing his wolf mask and was resting comfortably against pillows that were arrayed along the headboard. When the sisters appeared, they walked toward him and stood, side-by-side, a short distance away from the bedside, so that they were visible to Grandfather from head to toe. Celia stood between Alia and Delia. Slowly, she lifted her hood and pulled it back over her head, revealing her pig mask. Grandfather smiled in delight. His hand drifted downward over his abdomen and onto his pubis, where he began to stroke his penis through the fabric of his briefs. Celia untied the bow at her neck, opened her abaya, and let it slide onto the floor.

Slung about her hips was a loincloth made of lavender fabric that passed between her legs and covered her genitals, her perineum, and the cleft that bisected her buttocks. She was wearing long gloves that reached almost to her shoulders, a garter belt, long stockings, and high heeled shoes, all colored in the same shade as her mask and her loincloth. Her naked breasts bobbled provocatively in the lamplight. She slid her gloved hands up her abdomen until they came to rest upon her bosom and rolled her nipples between her fingers.

Then Alia removed her robe. She was arrayed in a costume that was identical to Celia's, except that her genitals were covered, not by a loincloth, but by a huge rubber penis. It was slung low from a flesh-colored belt that wrapped around her hips, was long and thick, and ended in a bulbous glans. It curved slightly upward as if it were erect, and whenever she moved, it surged up and down. Suspended beneath its root were two pendulous rubber testicles. Alia wrapped her hand around the penis and stroked it languorously.

Finally, Delia took off her abaya, revealing an ensemble that was identical to Alia's. She, too, wrapped her hand around her rubber penis and stroked it.

Celia sank to her knees on the carpet, and, by placing her hands around her sisters' hips, drew them close to her. Delia guided her penis upward until its glans was pressed against Celia's face and rubbed it slowly, back and forth, across her lips. Celia grasped the shaft and licked its underside. Then she closed her lips around the head and sucked. After a few moments, she removed the penis from her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue around its crown. Then she turned her head and sucked Alia's penis.

Celia released her sisters and all three of them climbed into bed. Then Celia lay down upon her back and removed her loincloth. Alia lay prone between Celia's thighs, lowered her mouth onto her clitoris, and licked her rosebud. Then she kneeled on the mattress, guided her penis into Celia's vagina, and thrust it rhythmically and repeatedly into her sister. Grandfather removed his briefs, rose to his knees, and stroked his penis.

After a few moments, Alia disengaged from her sister and crouched down in front of Grandfather. With her index finger, she caressed the underside of his penis, which quickly grew long and hard.

Delia shifted to where Alia had been kneeling and grasped Celia's hips and began to turn her. Celia understood and complied. She reversed herself, kneeled, and braced her hands against the mattress. Delia mounted her and guided the tip of her penis into her rectum. Slowly, she pushed it deeper until it was fully seated inside her sister. Then she placed her hands on the small of Celia's back and commenced to thrust violently. Grandfather's penis shuddered in his hand. Alia clamped her mouth around his glans and allowed him to spurt into her mouth. When he had finished, she opened it wide so that he could see his semen pooling on her tongue. Then she closed it, swallowed, and opened it again, so that he could see that she had consumed all of the sperm.

Grandfather sighed happily. Then he propped himself against the pillows and opened his legs wide. Alia slid her face against the inside of his thigh, pulled his right testicle into her mouth, and sucked. Delia pushed herself between Alia and Grandfather's left thigh and did likewise. Celia watched for a few moments. Then she wriggled between her sisters, wrapped her lips around Grandfather's penis, and fellated him.

When Grandfather's penis began to jump again, the sisters pressed their mouths against its shaft and kissed it passionately. Soon afterward, he rewarded them with another big ejaculation. The girls squealed with delight and lapped up his semen. "More! More!" they murmured, and Grandfather happily obliged, spurting again and again until he collapsed against the pillows. Eventually, he opened his arms, gathered the triplets against his chest, and kissed them tenderly.

For several minutes, the girls lay contentedly in his arms. Then they withdrew to the foot of the bed and quietly conferred. Shaking their heads affirmatively, they turned toward Grandfather. Celia kneeled a little closer to him and whispered, "Oh big, naughty wolf, would you like to come in?"

"Yes," he whispered hoarsely. Celia smiled, reclined on the bed, and opened her legs. Grandfather lay on his stomach between them, grasped her hips, and lowered his mouth onto her pubis. He pressed his tongue against her clitoris and slid it slowly downward, opening her like a silken pod. Then he licked the underside of her rosebud. Celia's body quivered with pleasure. She lifted her knees and opened her legs wider. Grandfather rose to a kneeling position and wrapped his hand around his erection. Pulling her close, he pressed his glans between her labia, pushed inside, and thrust repeatedly. Celia moaned happily. He continued for as long as he could. Then, as yet another orgasm swept over him, he thrust faster and faster, until at last, he shot a geyser of sperm into her. Celia screamed in ecstasy.

Throughout the night, Grandfather made love to each of the triplets in succession repeatedly. When the sun rose, he kissed them one last time and summoned his guards. The three girls wrapped themselves in their abayas and returned to the harīm.

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For two years, Alia, Delia, and Celia concocted the most naughty and delightful fantasies with which to pleasure Grandfather and made him extremely happy. Throughout this time, his high ranking wives, including Aunt Jasmina, assisted him by occasionally traveling to far-flung towns and villages within the kingdom as his emissaries. There, they skillfully conducted administrative tasks on his behalf.

One day, a caravan that Grandfather had dispatched a week before to one of his western provinces returned prematurely in great distress. The camel master hastened to the palace and prostrated himself before the throne. Shaking with fear, he told a terrible tale. His caravan had been passing peaceably through a border town, when a monotheist woman who happened to be shopping in the market recognized Aunt Jasmina. She hastened across the border and informed the clerics. The following evening, their temple guards abducted Aunt Jasmina, cut her throat, flayed the skin from her body, and hung it on an obelisk that stood at the front of a shrine dedicated to Mother Wart Hog.

The court was stunned. Nobody spoke. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Grandfather. His face turned red. He began to shake. Then suddenly, he arose in a terrible rage, unsheathed his sword, and with a single stroke, severed the camel master's head from his body. He called for his armor, which his squires, with great difficulty, fastened to him as he strode to the stables. Selecting a black war horse, he galloped off, followed by two divisions of his army.

News of the outrage spread quickly, and, before long, one of Grandfather's wives who had been in the court burst into the harīm, shrieking. Greatly alarmed, we gathered around her and listened breathlessly to her account of what had happened. Suddenly a chill swept down my spine. Standing quickly, I searched the room for my cousins. They were nowhere to be found. I screamed for the guards. Never having heard me lose my composure, they froze at their posts, not knowing what to do. I began to tear my clothing. I needed to free my legs so that I could run. Tripping repeatedly, as I ripped the fabric and pulled it from my body, I lurched toward the open doorway that led to the turret of the harīm. It was from this high place that Grandfather's soldiers had rained down arrows upon the few attackers who had dared to attempt an assault upon his wives during a raid on the castle. I glanced back and was relieved to see that the guards were clambering up the steps behind me. But then I realized that I would be alone on the turret balcony for several minutes before they arrived.

I burst through the doorway and into the sunlight just as Celia was climbing onto the parapet. Alia and Delia were still removing their sandals in order to join her on the ledge. I screamed at Celia to stop. She froze, then turned to look at me. Her face was ashen, and she had a detached, determined look in her eyes that filled me with dread. Without hesitation, I hurled myself over her astonished sisters and grappled with her. Celia attempted to repel me and tried to walk backward over the edge of the wall. In desperation, I grasped her by the shoulders and yanked her down onto the granite blocks that shielded Grandfather's archers. My head struck one of the stones, and, still clinging to my cousin, I lost consciousness.

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I awoke in the sumptuous throne room of a huge castle. Glancing out the windows, I could see nothing but immense purple clouds. The interior of the room was bathed in a soft white light. Seated naked on the throne was Father Crocodile. His huge testicles rested on the forward edge of the seat cushion. His gigantic penis was in Mother Cobra's mouth, whose voluptuous, sinuous body was curled around the throne. She was subjecting him to intense fellation. His back was arched in ecstasy, his face turned upward, his mouth open wide in amazement.

As he approached a climax, Mother Cobra withdrew his penis from her mouth, angled it upward, and masturbated it repeatedly with great vigor. Father Crocodile bellowed in a deafening voice and spurted an immense load of semen, which, when it struck the ceiling, burst open, releasing dozens of baby crocodiles who scampered down the walls and out through the windows.

When he was satisfied, he shifted backward in his seat and summoned me. Trembling with fear, I lowered my eyes, walked toward them, and kneeled at the foot of the stairs. Mother Cobra unwound herself from around the throne, curled up at his feet, and smiled.

"My beloved Jazeera," she said, "your sexual skills are exquisite and your morals unimpeachable. This day, you willingly risked your life in order to save three of your sisters. For this, you shall be rewarded."

She reached down, gathered me into her arms, and lifted me onto the dais. "You shall have good health and a long life. When you join us in heaven, you will watch with great satisfaction as your descendants multiply and bring sexual joy to many. A terrible day is coming on which foolish men who have never known such joy will destroy almost all life upon the earth; but your children will survive."

She smiled and kissed me on my forehead. "Go now and return to your loved ones. They are waiting for you."

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Once again, I awakened, this time to find myself in Grandfather's bed. He was kneeling by its side. For many days he had neither changed his clothes nor trimmed his beard. Instead, he had remained with me, earnestly praying to Mother Cobra. Clasped in his hands was his sword. He had turned it downward so that its point pierced the carpet, and he was now leaning on it heavily, too exhausted to remain on his knees without it. I reached out my hand and caressed his face. He opened his eyes, and when he beheld me, he wept.

I had been in a coma for a week. Five days earlier, Grandfather had returned with his army. Having crossed the border and ridden into the town in which Aunt Jasmina had been murdered, he and his men had killed the clerics and everyone else and set fire to all of the buildings. As the town burned, he cut off the heads of the priests and stuffed their genitals into their mouths. Then he wrapped the heads in fabric, placed them in a leather bag, and dispatched it to the leader of the sect, a holy man who ruled over the monotheists from a temple in the city of Marrakesh.

Golden-Hair and the Three Bears

Long ago, Norse raiders established a settlement in our country. Eventually, we drove them out, but not before they had impregnated some local women. That is why occasionally a child is born who possesses blond hair. Some years ago, such a boy was born into the royal family. Unfortunately, when he came of age and began to have sex, he discovered that he was unable to ejaculate; his semen emerged, but with no force behind it. This made it impossible for him to sire children. The malfunction was caused by a benign tumor in his groin that blocked one of his seminal vesicles; but excising it could have inadvertently severed the nerve that enabled him to have an erection. Our physicians are the most knowledgeable in the world; but occasionally, a medical condition arises for which they can find no cure. In such cases, the last resort is to send the patient to the forest witch. There, he or she must undertake some difficult task that the witch, after consulting the gods, has set for them. If they succeed, they are cured.

Al-Khajirah is verdant and fertile; but it is surrounded by a harsh wilderness of sand and stones. In order to reach the home of the forest witch, a patient must undertake a difficult journey to a valley far to the south, where the surrounding mountains trap sufficient water to support vegetation. Here there are oak, cedar, and beech trees; and roaming in the shadows below are deer, bears, and leopards.

When the boy reached the age of 18 and had completed his warrior training, the family decided to risk sending him to the forest witch. And so, one day, with great trepidation, for they did not know if he would ever return, they gave him a sword and a war horse and dispatched him to the mountains.

Seven days later, at dusk, he arrived at the witch's cave. Tethering his horse, he dismounted and approached the entrance. He kneeled, unbuckled his sword, and laid it down upon the broken rocks at the mouth of the cave. "I seek the protection of this household," he said. Having been taught the warrior code, he knew that even an enemy could not refuse such a request; to do so would risk bringing dishonor upon himself and his family; and that would be worse than death. "To show that I mean you no harm, I surrender my sword." A strong wind swept out of the cave and then slowly subsided. When it was gone, his sword had disappeared.

"Enter," said a powerful but sultry voice that echoed against the canyon walls. He rose and walked into the gloom. Lamplight emanated from an opening in the back of the cave. As he drew nearer, he discovered that it was framed by an elegantly carved doorway that was covered in gold leaf. Passing through this portal, he found himself in a sumptuously furnished chamber. Reclining on a couch upholstered in blue satin was a young, curvaceous, green-skinned woman. She was wearing a loincloth made of gold colored fabric. Her breasts were naked and bobbled when she moved. Gold jewelry adorned her neck, arms, and ankles. The smell of cedar wafted from her body.

"What healing do you seek?" she asked.

The blond boy described his predicament and recounted the diagnosis that he had received from the court physicians. The witch listened attentively. "This is a most vexing case. Before I can be of service, I must dialog with your penis and listen to what it has to say."

A decanter and two goblets materialized on the crystal table by her side. She rose and poured out equal measures of the potion. Smiling, she handed him one goblet and took the other for herself. "This is a powerful aphrodisiac. When your penis gets hard, I will make love to it, and it will begin to speak to me. We must then maintain your erection long enough for me to gather the insights that I need."

They drank the potion. Then the witch took the blond boy by the hand and led him into her boudoir. Sitting on a table by the bed was a gold, jewel-studded mask. She put it on. It covered her face from her nose to her forehead. She pushed the boy onto the mattress and removed his clothing. Then she reversed herself and straddled his body so that her face was directly over his genitals. She surrounded the base of his penis, just below his testicles, with her thumbs and forefingers, locking it in a firm grip. Then she lowered her head and slowly brushed her lips across his shaft.

"Little man, little man," she whispered, "are you at home tonight, and are you receiving visitors?" His penis began to harden and rise. "Oh," she exclaimed, "I am so glad to see you!" Carefully, she surrounded his glans with her lips and ran her tongue once around its perimeter. When she released it, it swelled and took on the shape of a human head. "May I kiss you on your mouth?" she asked. His penis jumped in response. She smiled broadly, puckered her lips, and kissed his meatus. His penis jumped again, this time more violently. Quickly, she tightened her grip on its root. "No, no, no, my love. Not yet. First you must talk to me. If you will be a good boy and be patient, and answer all of my questions, I promise that I will release you and make you very, very happy."

The instant her lips had touched the boy's glans, from his legs all the way to the top of his head, an electric thrill had run through him. Pressing his hands against the witch's buttocks, he arched his back, pushed his head into the pillows, opened his mouth, and gasped, "Oh!" repeatedly.

For two blissful hours, the witch interrogated his penis. Each time it prepared to spurt, she tightened her fingers, constricting the nerves and vesicles. The boy thrashed beneath her, moaning in tortured pleasure. Finally, she reached for a bowl that was sitting on the night table, placed it over the tip of his penis, and released the pressure on his shaft. A glistening white stream poured out slowly from his meatus. His penis pulsed again and again, releasing more and more of the viscous fluid. Smiling with satisfaction, she continued to murmur, "I love you," to his penis, as it jumped up and down repeatedly. Eventually, the flow of semen slowed to a trickle. His erection subsided, and his glans resumed its normal shape. The boy was exhausted and quickly fell asleep.

He awakened the next morning to find the witch lying beside him. "Guided by your penis, I projected my mind into your groin and searched for the tumor. Eventually, I found it, and discovered that it was attached to the wall of your seminal vesicle by a single thin ligament. It seemed to me that a lengthy series of violent orgasms might weaken the cord sufficiently to enable the following orgasm to break it. In that case, the tumor might be pushed out of your meatus by the force of your emissions.

"But what woman possessed sufficient stamina to perform this service? As I searched my mind, the night's exertions overcame me and I fell asleep. It was then that Mother Bee appeared to me in a dream and instructed me to send you to her. She told me that when you arrive at her hive, she will subject you to a rigorous and painful ordeal, during which you will need to show integrity, courage, and stamina. She said that if you survive, she will take you to the honey bear women.

"The bear women once lived in a nearby palace. All three had been gifted by Mother Panther with exquisite sexual skills. Men who undertook a pilgrimage to their castle were rewarded with three nights of sexual bliss, during which the sisters took turns performing esoteric sexual delights upon them. Word of their prowess spread and eventually reached the western desert. Unfortunately, this region is inhabited by a cult that believes in only one god. This intolerant deity disapproves of all things sexual. The monotheists convinced themselves that the women were luring men to their doom and pressured the high priest to do something. He dispatched his temple guards to abduct them. Then, under his orders, the clerics raped and tortured the women and prepared to burn them at the stake. But they escaped.