Date: Mon, 9 Jun 2014 09:19:48 -0500 From: Vic James Subject: One Thousand and One Lovers Chapter Three One Thousand and One Lovers By Vic James vicjames2@hotmail.com Copyright 2014 by Vic James http://www.vicjames.com Please donate to nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Nifty needs your support to continue posting stories like this one. This story is fiction. None of the characters are based on real people. You can see a list of my stories at the Nifty Prolific Authors page by my name. Three "Cucumbers, huh?" "Yes, Ahmed." He sighed. "I often thought of you when I was in your father's room, guarding him while he slept. Sometimes I stroked myself, but not to orgasm. That is a great distraction." "But I can distract you completely when it's your turn, can't I?" "Yes, my love, you can. We will make love for hours, giving each other many orgasms." He was facing away from me. What was worse, was he was wearing trousers. I thought about asking him to pull them down. I could admire his butt without distracting him. But I would be restricting him, rather than distracting him. If he had to chase someone with his trousers around his ankles, he might lose him while he pulled his trousers up. "No games of distract the guard this time?" he asked me, after a minute. "No. When you told me what the consequences could be, I decided I was being childish. Or at least careless." He turned and smiled at me. Ahmed One entered the room. "Your trousers are still up, I see." Ahmed Two chuckled. "He took what we said to heart." "Good!" Ahmed Two left the room. Ahmed One pulled off his clothes before climbing into bed. He poured oil on his fingers. I reached between his legs and began stroking his cock. I loved the way it felt. It was so much bigger than my own. He sighed as I stroked him. "This is all far too much like a dream," he said. He pushed his hand under me, and two oiled fingers slid inside me. I sighed. He took my cock in his other hand and stroked it, while he fucked me with two fingers. "I'm going to come!" "Good!" I groaned and did. He bent down and swallowed my cock, as I shot my bolt. I had never felt anything like it. His oiled hand around my cock; his tongue on it, as well; and his fingers sliding inside me. If his fingers felt that wonderful, how would his cock feel? I couldn't wait to find out. Ahmed pulled off me. "You are quite delicious." I laughed, weakly, as I panted from my orgasm. He poured oil on his cock and then moved between my legs on his knees. When he was in position, he pushed my legs up. "Use your hands to keep them up," he instructed. I grabbed onto my legs. I groaned as I felt the end of his weapon at my hole. He grinned at me. He rubbed my hole with the end of his cock. Then he leaned back and sat on his heels. "Did you enjoy it?" I stared at him with an open mouth. "Shut that mouth or I will stick my cock in there." I opened it wider and he laughed. "You are now almost not a virgin, Seventh." I laughed. "And you have done almost nothing." "I want to save something for our fifth anniversary." "I can't wait five years!" I said. He laughed. "Oh, it is good to be able to laugh. I haven't done much of it since your Uncle Quad trained me. 'Laughter covers furtive sounds'. 'Laughter engages your entire body'. He had dozens of reasons." "Oh, Ahmed. What you have given up for us. It is very sad to me." "Oh, but I almost got something out of it, didn't I? I almost got an orgasm. Maybe on our tenth anniversary." I took a pillow and hit him. He just laughed. "Keep those legs up!" "Why? For our fifth anniversary?" He laughed. "Who knows? Maybe I will not be able to control myself and will fuck you sooner than that." "Sooner today?" "Sooner in the next couple of years." "Will you wait in the hall and ask the other Ahmed to fuck me?" "No." "Do I have to order you?" "We are in the bedroom. In this room, I order you." "Hmm. You are very tricky." He laughed. Suddenly I worried. Would thinking about me distract Ahmed at a critical time? Could Father's life be endangered? Then I remembered the other Ahmeds being grown. Soon, there would be many. But what about until then? "What are you worrying about?" "That our love for each other could be distraction enough to get Father killed." "I worry about that, too. But you should not worry. The Ahmed with your father is unaware of all of this. His attention is fully on what it should be." I nodded. "I didn't want to do this, but I think I know a way to help keep you from worrying." "What is it?" I asked, as he moved between my legs. "Oh!" His cock was at my hole. He pushed. It hurt. I had used cucumbers that were bigger than him, but I pushed them in much slower. My eyes widened and then watered as he entered me. I began panting. But then his crotch was pressed against mine. He smiled at me. "I love you," I said, softly. I didn't want to distract the Ahmed in the hall. He bent down and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck. It was a perfect moment. His cock felt wonderful inside me. It felt infinitely more satisfying than a cucumber. Then, as if he could read my mind, he asked, "What did you do with the cucumbers?" "What cucumbers?" I asked, joking. "The vegetables that made love to you before me." "I chopped them up and flushed them down the toilet." Ahmed faked shock. "You chopped your lovers up after you finished with them, and tossed their bodies in the sewers?" "I thought about eating them." "You are worse than your father. At least he only kills vegetables he doesn't know." I laughed. "Your cock gives me a wonderful feeling of fullness." "I'm glad you like it." "Ahmed, why are you so much bigger than me. Your cock is almost twice as big as mine." "Yours will grow. I've seen your father's hundreds of times. He isn't as big as me, but he isn't small, by any means." "Does he let you watch when he has sex?" "I have to. What if the woman tried to kill him?" "Oh! I never thought of that. Doesn't that make you horny?" "Yes. Even if I did not love him, it would. I am always horny and no longer have a sexual outlet. Your father forbade me from having sex. Now that I am guarding him at all times, I would have to do it in front of him." "Oh, yeah. I never thought of that. How do you manage?" "Your father lets me jack off in his bathroom." "How do you guard him if you are in the bathroom?" "He is in there with me." Ahmed sighed. "What is it?" "I do not know if I should tell you this, but-" He paused. "After your father found out how I felt about him, he began letting me look at his cock while I stroked myself. Not always, but occasionally, as a reward." My father showed his cock as a reward? I knew he loved sex, but this was a new side of my father. I had trouble believing it, and I said so. "He feels it allows me to have a sexual outlet without the distraction of emotion. As always, he was right." "Is he hard?" "If he isn't, he sometimes gets hard while I stare at it." He looked very serious. "Seventh, you can never mention this to a soul." "I know that!" "Sometimes he teases me with it. 'Would you like this?' he asks. "What would you do with it, if you had it?' If I wanted it, would you let me fuck you?" "Wow! What do you say to that?" "I always tell him the truth. I tell him I would love to spend an hour or two sucking it, and that I would be happy to let him fuck me, although I preferred to be the man. Sometimes, your father strokes himself while I watch. It makes jacking off much more enjoyable. Maybe that is why he does it." "He implied he had fucked a man. Was it you?" "No. I suspect it was when he was much younger. I don't think your father would take such a risk, now." Ahmed pulled out and thrust in. He bent down and kissed me as his thrusting began. I ran my hands over his body, at least the parts I could reach. He sped up his thrusts and ended our kiss. "I don't want to spend too much time at this. The other two are waiting to fuck you, and the one with your father will have to leave with him soon." I nodded. When he straightened up, his cock began hitting a spot inside me. I groaned. "Are you in pain?" "No! It feels incredible!" "Good!" He began working up speed. He also began sweating. "I love you, Ahmed." He smiled. "I plan to pull out and come on your face." I grinned and he laughed. "They others will want to feel you the way I am, and if I come inside you, it will be very different for them. I know they will be glad." He cried out and pulled out of me. He stroked his cock and a rope of white shot out of his cock and hit my mouth. I opened it. "Yes!" More ropes of his semen hit my face. Two went inside my mouth. I closed my mouth to swallow, and the next rope hit my lips. I opened my mouth quickly. "Like a little bird, eager to be fed," he said. I chuckled. "A horny, little bird," I said, quickly, before opening my mouth for more. Hs orgasm ended. He got off the bed. His cum ran down my face. I had quite a bit on my chest and neck, too. "Ahmed!" he called. The other Ahmed walked into the room. He groaned when he saw me. "I know you will enjoy feeding my semen to him." Ahmed grinned. "You know me well." They both laughed. The original Ahmed bent over and kissed me, quickly. Then he dressed and left the room. Ahmed Two undressed and got into bed beside me. He wiped up some of the semen on my chest and held the finger with it near my mouth. I leaned up and took his finger into my mouth. He sighed with satisfaction. "Do you like it?" I stopped sucking on his finger. "Yes. I love it." He closed his eyes and smiled. I reached out and stroked his cock while he wiped the semen up with his fingers and I cleaned them with my mouth. "I am very glad he did not come inside you. I don't like to fuck a wet cunt." I shook my head. "Well, he knows that." "He also knows how much I enjoy this: feeding you my seed. I want to return the favor for him. Let him feed you my semen." "It's all the same. He could just feed me his" "It is the same semen, but not the same Ahmed. He did this for me. He would have enjoyed it as much as I do. I want to return the favor." I nodded, understanding what he meant. When he had wiped all the cum off me, he lay beside me. "How are you enjoying this? You seem happy." I sighed. "I've never been happier. I love you so much." He smiled. "I love you, too." He looked at me. "You understand that you are mine, yes?" "I don't know what you mean." "I mean you will have no other men. Only Ahmed." "Yes. Of course. You are my husband." He nodded. "You swallowed his milk. I wanted mine to be first." "Oh, Ahmed. I forgot. What can I do to make it up to you?" "It is not that important. But I want you to suck me until I come. I want to shoot into your mouth. Then I will fuck you." I grinned and he chuckled. "Oh, you like our milk?" "I do! I love the fact that you are feeding me from your body." He nodded his head. "That is how I--we feel about it. You are not fully grown. The protein in our milk will be used to make you grow. When I look at you in ten years time, I will know that my body helped make you the man you will be." I shook my head. It was a wonderful thought. "I'm glad. Your orgasms will make me grow." He nodded, grinning. "And your bones and muscles will be partially made of my milk." "Can you drink too much?" "I think we will find out how much you can hold when the clones awaken. But I have known a couple of people who were dedicated cock suckers. They swallowed enormous quantities." He smiled. "Perhaps some night when there are thirty of us in here--" I gasped. "You would like to milk us, one by one." "Oh, Ahmed!" He looked at me with hooded eyes and grunted. "What?" "I was imagining us filling a glass for you. Then handing it to you to drink." "That is so nasty!" He grinned. "I'm a nasty husband. I want my wife to do nasty things." I laughed. "OK!" "Oho! You agreed to that quickly! Too quickly!" "I would never do it-" "See?" "You didn't let me finish. I said I would never do it unless you were fucking me while I drank." He grinned. "I like that condition. Very well! That is how we will do it. Now lie on your back." I did. He straddled me and lowered himself until his ass was over my mouth." "Eat it." I grabbed onto his hips and began licking his hole. "Is this nasty?" I asked. "Very nasty and very pleasurable. Does it taste bad?" "No." He sighed as I began licking him, again. He made soft, moans while I did it. After a while, he began rubbing his wet ass on my face. Rather than being disgusted, I loved it. He moved his hole over my mouth, again. After several minutes of licking, I began stabbing at his hole with my tongue. His moans grew louder. Then he shouted a curse when my tongue slipped inside him. He spun over and dropped onto the bed on his side. He kissed me, hard. His mouth was pressed so hard against mine, that I wondered if my lips would bleed. He wrapped his arms and then legs around me while we kissed. We kissed for a long time. He pulled away with a sigh. "Now that is a memory we should all have!" I laughed. "I can't believe you did that, Seventh! I hope you don't get sick. How do you feel?" "Deliriously happy." He grinned. "Me, too." He stroked the side of my head while he looked into my eyes. "I think I love you more, for that. I do." He sighed. "I just hope you don't get sick." "Which one of you will be sleeping with me, tonight?" "Either me or the other clone. We decided your father will be slightly safer with the original. My most recent memories are three months old." "I didn't think of that." He nodded. "That means the original won't be spending as much time with you. I am glad he got to fuck you first. Do you prefer the original?" "No, I prefer whichever Ahmed I am with." He grinned. "But I want you all to be happy." He smiled and kissed me briefly on the lips. "You are doing a very good job of it, my love. I am going to relieve the original long enough tonight for you to suck him off." "OK." I looked into his beautiful brown eyes. I felt his cheek. "How will I know which one of you I've said what to?" "That's the communication system's job. It will broadcast everything you say to everyone." "I mean the opposite of that. If I mean a specific Ahmed. If I promise you something. You, Ahmed One or Two, how do I keep the promise if I don't know?" "Hmm. I assume you mean visually." "It would help. Maybe, if your stiff cock was always sticking out of your pants." He laughed. "You would know it was me!" "Exactly!" "While another one of us might have five fingers," he suggested. I laughed. "Are the scientists planning to remove or add some to the next clones?" He grinned. "Not that I know of. I did suggest they have smaller penises. That way all the other men in the kingdom won't feel so inadequate." I chuckled. "I haven't seen any erections outside the family. Are you a lot bigger than average?" "Yes." "Then maybe you shouldn't be showing it all the time." "No. It would depress the men and excite the woman. To no purpose." I laughed. "No purpose at all!" I felt his chest. "I love how hairy you are. Even your hairy butt excites me." I wrapped my hand around his cock. "And I absolutely love him." "More than a cucumber?" I laughed. "Even more than that." "Oh! I feel honored. Did you really execute your lovers after you were satisfied?" I laughed. "Yes, like a Caliph on Earth, thousands of years ago! Actually, I executed them because they did not satisfy." "Oh! Well, I understand, then. Did you fall in love with any of them?" I laughed. "How about those melons you made love to. What did you do to them?" "Sometimes I ate them." "Did you really?" "Yes. I wondered what melon and semen tasted like together." "I'm pretty sure I want it without the melon." "I can't recommend the combination. Of course, if I'd washed my cock before sex, it might have tasted better." "Yuck, Ahmed!" He chuckled. I looked into his eyes. "You are so handsome." He smiled. "I know. With my wavy black hair, and this fingernail, right here." I laughed as he pointed to one of his fingernails. "Do you want to fuck me?" "Do you want to get fucked?" "I liked the idea of sucking you until you come. I've been fucked, but I've never had a spurting cock in my mouth." He grinned. "Are you ready for one?" I nodded. He straddled me. He put his hand behind my head and pulled it up to his cock. "Swallow the head and suck on it. Stroke the shaft. Let's see just how much you want that cock to spurt." I grinned. I took the head of his cock into my mouth. I groaned at the taste of my love. I ran my tongue over the head and got a moan out of Ahmed. I felt for his balls with my other hand. I wrapped my hand around them. I like to pull on my balls when I stroke myself. I wondered whether he liked that. I tugged on them and got another moan. "You look so beautiful with your lips stretched around me." I didn't look up at him. I continued stroking. I could taste his precum. He was wrong. It didn't taste better. It was just as delicious on the floor. Ahmed sighed. I hoped it was contentment, but it was actually his time. His cock began shooting in my mouth. I groaned as the first spurt hit the back of my throat. I swallowed and he groaned. "That's it, baby. Drink all that good milk." I moaned as he continued to shoot and I swallowed. I had a spurting cock in my mouth, all right! And he was enjoying it, judging from the amount of semen he was shooting. I only shot about a teaspoon. Ahmed was giving me mouthfuls. His pulses shortened and then stopped. I swallowed a last time. He pulled his cock out of my mouth. I looked up at him. He looked very satisfied! "That was wonderful, my love. Truly." "I loved it, too." "Good!" He fell onto the bed beside me. He kissed me gently on the lips. "Did you really like it, or are you being agreeable?" "I was sorry when it was over." He grinned. "I guess you meant it!" "I did! Can we do it again?" He laughed. "I want you to do it exactly like that for each of us. You will make me very happy." "I mean can you do it now." He chuckled. "I won't give you as much." I was disappointed and he looked really excited and pleased. He hugged me and then kissed me. He pulled away long enough to roll on top of me. We kissed with his weight pressing me into the bed. I loved it! I loved being covered by his body. After several minutes, he got up and flipped me over. I laughed. He pushed my legs apart and got between them. He spit on my hole and pushed his saliva into me with two fingers. Then he pulled them out and slid his cock inside me. "You look happy," he said to me. I laughed. "I am. I can still taste your milk, and I have your cock inside me." He grinned. "I am very pleased you like man milk as much as I." He looked like he was going to continue, but didn't. "What is it?" I asked. He sighed. "I must learn not to say too much to you." "Why? If we can't confide in each other, who can we confide in?" He nodded. "I suppose you are right. I was.I once confided in your father that I like the taste. I was stroking myself in the bathroom with him. He groaned and came on the tile wall. I watched his white milk drip down the black tile. 'I will turn around while you wipe that up,' he said. He did turn around. I licked it off the tile." I gasped and Ahmed chuckled. "'It is clean, sire,' I said to him. He turned around. 'I hope you did not mind cleaning up my mess,' he said. He was grinning at me. 'Oh, no, sire.' I said. 'This will never happen again,' he told me. I nodded." I shook my head. It amazed me, but I realized I shouldn't be surprised. How else could my father reward Ahmed? He didn't want wealth or women or property. It was a small thing to do, but he made Ahmed very happy. I realized it was wise of my father. It bound Ahmed closer to him, it rewarded him, and all father had to do was have an orgasm! "Did you like it?" He sighed. "Before today, I had never been happier. I loved it. I will never forget that day or this." "But it only happened once?" "Yes. I hoped for a while that he would do it, again. Especially, if I pleased him with my service as a guard. But I understand why he hasn't. He has no desire to share my sex life more than the absolute minimum." He grinned. "Yours tastes just like his." "Oh, good!" Ahmed nodded his head in agreement. "You licked his off the wall and I licked yours off the floor." He smiled. "That's true. I had not thought of that." He pulled his cock out of me. He bent down and kissed me briefly. "I can't keep you to myself. I will send the other in. I hope I get to sleep with you, tonight." I smiled. I got to sleep with him, regardless. "The other said I would sleep with your cock inside me." "Yes. I just hope you sleep with mine." He grinned. "Are you looking forward to that?" "I look forward to everything, now." He nodded. He climbed out of bed and began whistling as he put on his trousers. He saluted me as he left my bedroom. The other Ahmed took his place. He grinned as he took his clothes off. I wondered if Ahmed would like it if I licked his milk off the tile in my bathroom. Then I wondered if my father would be happy if I reversed things that way. Maybe not, I decided. Ahmed Two climbed into bed as his heavy erection bounced. "That's it. Look at that big cock." "I love it." "I know! I heard. Now, little boy. How do you want to drink your milk?" I laughed. "I was just instructed how to do it." "Yes, I heard." "Ahmed, did you wish Father was your lover?" Ahmed sighed. "I thought of it many times. I suppose my answer is yes and no. I would have loved it; I love your father deeply. But I wanted to fuck him." I laughed. "That would never have worked." "No. This is better. I am in love with you. I am not certain I still am with your father." "Sit on my face, will you?" Ahmed grinned. I rimmed him exactly the way I'd done the other. He moved his wet ass around on my face. I stabbed at his hole with my tongue, and eventually got my tongue inside him. But this time, when he pulled away, instead of kissing me, he pushed his cock in my mouth and stroked himself. I sucked on the head of his cock until his warm milk shot into my mouth. I moaned in pleasure at the taste. "Drink your milk, little boy." I did. He shot just as much as the other one had. There was a lot. There was also not enough. It ended far too soon. He pulled his cock out of my mouth. "Why does it taste so good?" I asked him. He grinned. "You really like it! I heard you before, but I'm just as happy about it." "You don't shoot enough, though." He chuckled. "It's just a good thing there is more than one of me, then." I nodded. "Do you think you would ever want to suck another Ahmed?" I asked him. "Hmm. That is a very good question. My answer is yes and no. I need to give it some thought." "Never mind," I said. "Why?" "I want you to have sex with me." He nodded. "Yes. That is a good point. No, then." "Fuck me. Shoot inside me." He grinned. "You don't want it in your mouth?" "I do, but-" "I understand." Ahmed took the oil and applied it to his erection. I pulled my legs up, ginning at me. "Ah, an eager bride!" "That's me!" If you enjoyed it and want to read more, please let me know.