Other side of the Harem

 

By cs.unwin

 

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Fatima woke up late, after the sun had already been up for several hours on a stinking hot day in the city off Aleppo. In the Emir's palace, thick stone walls kept the rooms cool, as did the palm trees around the ornamental fountain in the courtyard. After getting out of bed Fatima paused for a few moments to examine her naked body in a mirror; she always slept in the nude. `Not bad for a 53 year old woman;' she thought to herself, `but a long way from the dark eyed beauty who at age 16 became the first wife of the very rich and powerful Emir of Aramea in what today is Syria.

 

Fatima was tall for an Arab woman and she had not let her body go to fat. Apart from a slight thickening around the waist and her sagging breasts, she was pleased with how her body looked. All except her hair, which once raven black, was now completely gray. The hair under her arms and the thick tangle of hair between her legs was still black. For the time being...

 

Leaving the mirror she squatted on a pot near her bed and squeezed out a long, thick stream of urine. The sound could be heard in the adjacent room and brought a young woman scurrying in with a bowl of water and clean towels in her hands. Fatima had to think for a moment; `was this Yasmeen, wife number 27 or Leila wife number 31?' She puzzled this while still squatting and as she splashed the water on her sex and dried herself with a towel. In the end she decided it really didn't matter, so long she was served properly and obediently.

 

"What does her Highness wish for breakfast today?" The young woman asked her.

 

"Tea, bread and an orange will be fine," Fatima answered.

 

The wife, number 27 or number 31, waited kneeling while Fatima ate her breakfast, still naked. When she was finished breakfast Fatima needed to urinate again in the same pot she had used earlier. More water was splashed, and her bottom towelled dry and then the woman removed the pot.

 

When she returned the woman helped Fatima dress; she chose a simple dark blue gown which covered her from her neck to her ankles. She did not put on the obligatory Hijab or scarf her religion required; it wasn't necessary that day as she did not plan to leave the women's quarters of the palace.

 

As she began her daily tour of inspection Fatima remembered a dream she had the night before. In this dream she had been swimming in a pool filled with warm water. In the pool were dozens of little girls, of all races and colours all swimming naked, like little fishes, their pretty little girls' slits on display. In her dream, as she swam, the little girls nibbled at different parts of her body with their lips. But whenever she tried to catch one to kiss and fondle, she swam away out of reach. Memory of the dream made her aroused and she felt a familiar moistening between her legs.

 

Fatima decided to visit a wing of the women's quarters where she knew she could find relief. After a few minutes walking she came to a room where several young girls, ages 9 to 11 were sitting on cushions sewing and chatting. Silence descended on the group as she entered, and then all the girls bowed their heads to the ground and greeted her in unison:

 

"Good Morning Highness. First Wife of the Emir and Kind Mother to Us All."

 

"Good morning girls," she greeted them. "I would like you all to find some other place to be for the next couple of hours, all except you Kaamla and ..." She looked around and scanning each girl in turn said, "you", and pointed to the youngest of the girls assembled.

 

The young girls scattered like a flock of sparrows, leaving Kaamla and the other girl waiting on their knees, heads bowed.

 

"Kaamla, as I have trained you well, I wish you to serve me." Turning to the younger girl she said. "You, what is your name?"

 

"Aisha, your Highness," the girl answered.

 

"Aisha, you will stay and observe. Perhaps you will learn something," She said and then, "Kaamla, assume the position I like. Aisha stay where you are."

 

Kaamla immediately removed her gown - she wore nothing underneath it - and she assumed a position on her knees, legs slightly open, her bottom pointing up on the air in Fatima's direction.

 

Kaamla was a pretty girl, 10 years old and the daughter of a woman from a village in the hills of Albania. She was very European looking, with fair skin and auburn coloured hair. Her rosy pink sphincter seemed to be winking and her labia slightly parted; Fatima imagined she could see the glistening of wetness of her anticipation.

 

Fatima sat cross legged behind the girl and placed a hand on one of her proffered cheeks.

 

"Did you pass urine this morning Kaamla?" She asked.

 

"Yes highness," was the reply.

 

"And did you clean yourself with fresh water?"

 

"Yes highness. "

 

"Very good!" Fatima said and she traced a fingertip from the girl's lower back, over the crack of her bottom. She paused and circled the girl's wrinkled rosebud and descended to the place her two plump labia met. Fatima leaned down and kissed that spot, and then thrust her tongue between the pale hairless pussy lips. Kaamla's young slit tasted just like a fresh and clean young girl's should. Eager for more of this precious nectar, the older woman clamped her lips over the delicate young crevice and began to suck as if to empty it of every drop of her feminine secretions. She also used her upper lip to press on the girl's small clitoris with enough force to cause it to wiggle back and forth.

 

The young girl began to giggle with pleasure as she felt a wet tongue tickle her intimate parts. She sucked in her breath as the nerve endings on her swollen clit began to react to the stimulation and sensory overload. When Fatima's wet tongue circled her small sphincter Kamalaa wiggled her bottom. Fatima returned to licking the hairless lips and used a finger to probe the girl's tight little anal canal.

 

Having satisfied one of her needs, Fatima then proceeded to satisfy another. She quickly shed her one piece garment, and, resting her back on some cushions, she opened her legs, bent her knees and said: "Kiss me Kaamla! "

 

The young girl immediately turned her body 180 degrees, crawled on her hands and knees and buried her face between Fatima's legs. There she proceeded to lick and suck her hairy pussy enthusiastically until, when fully satisfied some 30 minutes later, Fatima bade her stop.

 

Fatima took a handful of the girl's hair, lifted her head and gazed at her beautiful face, now dripping with her juices. She stroked Kaamla's auburn hair in sincere approval, and glanced at the other younger girl who had been watching everything wide-eyed from a short distance away.

 

"Come here my beauty," she ordered. "How old are you and who is your mother?"

 

The girl quickly moved up close to Fatima. In addition to being smaller and thinner than Kaamla, she was much darker, a consequence of her mother's Indian origin.

 

"I am 9 years old Highness and my mother is Indira, 19^th wife of the Emir, may Allah keep him." Her teeth flashed bright white with pleasure at being favoured in this way. Fatima put her arm around her thin shoulders and began to fondle her little girl's flat chest, pausing to squeeze her small nipple. She then slipped her hand under the hem of the robe the girl wore to explore her hairless young slit.

 

Aisha remained still and calmly accepted the older woman's groping hand. Kaamla, the older girl, rested her head on Fatima's lap, her face nestled in her tangle of dark hair, content to inhale the scent of her desire.

 

Eventually Fatima felt it was time to leave. Both girls tugged at her arms and begged her not to go. Aisha pleaded with her, "Highness when you next need pleasuring or a young girl's touch, please choose this worthless girl!" Fatima laughed and promised to consider it.

 

On her way back to her own quarters Fatima had to pass through one of the larger chambers in the compound where most of the Emir's younger wives spent their time. Since all young wives were jealous of each other for the Emir's affections, they all felt the need to watch each other closely. The younger wives lounged around in cushions, drank coffee and ate candied fruits while waiting for that all important summons from their husband: the Emir.

 

As she walked through the hall greeting those she passed, Fatima was accosted by a very black girl who looked about 13 years old. Or she would have looked like a 13-year-old if she weren't so very heavily pregnant.

 

Fatima recognized her as Noor, the second most recent wife of the Emir. Noor came from the African country of Senegal and had barely finished her very first menstrual cycle before she was sent to be wed to the Emir and quickly impregnated.

 

"Highness," she said to Fatima, "may I please speak to you in private?"

 

"Yes Noor, come and join me in my chambers." Fatima answered.

 

They walked along together and when they reached the bedroom Fatima asked: "how is your pregnancy going?"

 

"Very good Highness," Noor said. "I am told the child is ready and will leave my womb any day now"

 

"How can I help you?" Fatima said.

 

"I am very happy except for in the last few weeks I have had the constant craving of a man's touch...forgive me Highness I mean my husband's touch. This craving to be touched is very difficult to endure and I am afraid it may affect my unborn child. I must do something!"

 

"I see," said Fatima. She knew the problem well. The Emir, not as vigorous as he once was, had never shown much interest in his wives when they were pregnant. She herself had experienced this first hand. And the Emir had no shortage of young wives who were not pregnant to share his bed. Fatima looked at the girl carefully. She was very pretty, and though very black, Noor had a straight nose, high cheekbones, and long straight black hair, which were a strong indication of Arab ancestry.

 

"I was told you might be able to help with this kind of problem, Highness." Noor said, hopefully.

 

"Yes, this may be possible," Fatima said and she ran her hand over the girl's distended abdomen. Remove your gown for me and get more comfortable."

 

Noor's gown came off in 5 seconds. She, like most females in the compound, wore no underclothing. It was not needed and simply got in the way of their toilet. Fatima took a close look at the girl's ripe, pregnant body. Her formerly slight breasts were now the size of grapefruits and her nipples as big as strawberries were black and swollen and pointed straight up. Fatima weighed a breast in each hand and squeezed; they were not as soft and pliable as a young girl's normally are, they felt swollen and distended. She felt the nipples with her thumbs and wondered if Noor had milk yet.

 

"Get on your hands and knees, and put your head on a pillow," she ordered.

 

Noor did as she was told. Her dark brown buttocks were pointing upwards and her swollen belly nearly touched the ground. Her pubic hair was a natural neat patch of curly hair: the labia on either side were smooth and hairless. Her puckered rosebud was a dark smoke colour and was free of any strands of pubic hair. From where she sat Fatima could see glistening pink flesh between her brown labia and she placed three fingers at the opening of her vagina and pushed. Her fingers slid in easily.

 

"Rub your clitoris Noor," she instructed her.

 

The young girl began to do so enthusiastically and Fatima plunged her fingers into the wet and slippery vagina back and forth until she achieved a rhythm. The force of her hand repeatedly hitting the Noor's gushing hole gave off a wet slapping sound punctuated by a grunt each time she pushed herself back onto the hand driving into her.

 

Fatima used her other hand to pull on the young girl's bloated nipples as if she were milking a goat; each tug on a nipple resulted in milk dripping onto the ground and a louder grunt from the girl. She withdrew her hand and said to Noor, "wait one moment; I need some assistance in this work." She clapped her hands loudly and was instantly joined by the junior wife who had been chosen to serve her that day; it was the same woman who helped her that morning. She came in and bowed.

 

"Highness, how may I serve you?" She said.

 

"What is your name girl? I can't remember."

 

"It is Yasmeen, Highness," she said.

 

"How long since you last shared the Emir's bed Yasmeen?"

 

"It has been more than two full moons, Highness."

 

"Then you are in need of a woman's pleasure, are you not?"

 

"Yes Highness, as Allah wills it."

 

"Good, you can join us. Go to my chest and fetch me the box which contains my love-making sticks. Also a jar of coconut oil."

 

"It will be done Highness," said the girl, and she left the room and returned with an ornate carved Ebony wood box and a ceramic jar filled with oil.

 

"Good!" Fatima said. "Now undress so that you can help your sister." The young woman disrobed, revealing a shapely light skinned body with firm pointed breasts.

 

Fatima admired her figure for a moment, paying special attention to the light covering of dark pubic hair which barely concealed her vulva. She then examined the contents of the box; inside were four ivory phalluses each carved in elaborate detail to closely resemble the penises of specific animals.

These were, from smallest to largest:

Goat

Dog

Horse

Elephant

They ranged in length from a skinny 5 inches to monster 2 foot long phallus which had the diameter of a large orange. Each had a collar on the end which allowed it to fit into a leather harness which was also in the box.

 

Fatima took her time, handling each phallus in turn, assessing its weight and circumference. After some deliberation she chose the horse phallus and placed it into the opening designed for this purpose on the leather harness. The ivory phallus was over a foot long with a diameter of more than eight inches and it flared at the end to a flat rounded head, exactly like that of a horse.

 

"Help me put the harness on," she said to Yasmeen, who was now naked and sat waiting.

 

Yasmeen quickly fetched the harness and attached one belt around Fatima's waist and two more straps on each leg. When she had finished Fatima jumped up and down on her toes to make sure the harness was tight. The huge ivory phallus bounced obscenely between her legs.

 

"Put some oil onto the penis Yasmeen. And when you are done you may present your flower to Noor, so she may taste your nectar."

 

Yasmeen covered her hand in coconut oil and carefully lathered the ivory horse penis, then, as instructed, she sat in front of the pregnant black teen's head, legs apart and vulva open wide. And without hesitation she grasped the girl by her hair and pulled her head to her throbbing crotch.

 

Meanwhile Fatima had grasped the phallus in her hand and placed it at the entrance of Noor's vagina. She teased her with a couple of false entries and thrust her hips so the huge organ was forced in between Noor's brown lips and into her wet vagina. The first lunge pushed the ivory horse cock in a good six inches; Noor gasped and groaned with pleasure. A second thrust pushed the phallus so that half its length was buried in the pregnant 13 year olds wet hole; Noor let out a moan that was muffled because her face and mouth were buried inside Yasmeen's wet folds.

 

Fatima kept thrusting deep with the ivory horse cock until Noor had several climaxes in a row and could no longer remain upright. Her knees gave way and she would have fallen on her swollen stomach except it was already nearly touching the ground. Instead she curled up on her side into a foetal position, her thighs twitching involuntarily.

 

After resting in this position for several minutes Noor was helped to her feet. She bowed as deeply as her huge pregnant belly would allow her and said: "Thank you Highness. I will forever be in your debt."

 

"It was nothing my child," Fatima said, "come back again if you need more relief."

 

Noor bowed again and left to return to her own quarters.

 

Yasmeen and Fatima sat in silence for a while and then the older women stood up and took Yasmeen's hand and pulled her to her feet.

 

"Do you wish the pleasure of these?" She said and pointed to the array of phalluses in the box.

 

"Yes Highness. If it pleases you I will be honoured. I would choose the second, the dog," she said.

 

"Perfect, help me removed the harness and change," she said.

 

Yasmeen unbuckled the harness and replaced the horse phallus with the smaller dog phallus. She then retied the harness and got on her hands and knees on the bed.

 

"You will not need the oil Highness. I feel my insides are flowing like Nile in the flood season," she said and opened her legs and raised her sex to receive the phallus.

 

Fatima entered her with one thrust and thought to herself how well lubricated this young woman was. With familiarity born of much practice she pushed the hard ivory deep into her slippery vagina, again and again. Yasmeen reached under herself and rubbed her own clitoris with increasing frenzy until she exploded into an orgasm that made her lose control and she involuntarily went into contractions that sent her body jerking to and fro.

 

Fatima, tired of the exertion, lay down next to Yasmeen and felt her soft breasts against her own.

 

"Highness, may I kiss you?" Yasmeen asked.

 

"Yes girl, you may," Fatima said and their lips met with the tenderness which often follows extreme passion.

 

"May I share a secret with you Highness?" The younger woman asked.

 

"Yes, go ahead. What is it?"

 

"I have not ever had such pleasure Highness. Although the Emir is a wonderful lover, when I have my turn, my love with him is nothing compared to your touch," she said and nuzzled Fatima's neck.

 

Fatima was tired from the day's physical exertion, and she dozed for a couple of hours even though it was still midday. When she awoke she was alone in her room and she was thirsty. She called out: "Yasmeen, bring me some tea and water." A few minutes later the comely young woman returned, now dressed, with a tray of tea, water and some sweet cakes.

 

"Sit and share these with me," Fatima said.

 

The two shared the tea and cakes in silence and then Fatima spoke.

 

"I had a dream again in which I was swimming with many naked little girls, I tried to catch them but I could not."

 

"This is not a good dream Highness. Little girls are to be enjoyed."

 

"It is so, and now I am awake I feel the need for gratification. My woman parts are flowing like The Camphor Springs."

 

"I will be glad to gratify you Highness."

 

"Thank you Yasmeen, but I have a very specific desire. Please go to the quarters of the Emirs' granddaughters, those who are just below the time of their menses, find the girl named Aisha and bring her to me. You may also choose one of those pretty flowers for yourself and bring her. Tell them you are following my instructions."

 

"At once Highness," Yasmeen said and disappeared through the curtained entrance leading into a corridor. While she was gone Fatima put her hand into her robe and stroked herself, remembering the dream.

 

Yasmeen returned with the pretty young half Indian girl and another about the same age. This girl was even darker than Aisha and it was evident that had been sired by the Emir and a very dark skinned beauty. She had the tell-tale wide nose of an African and her short kinky hair covered her head like a helmet.

 

"Welcome Aisha, whom have you brought to meet me?"

 

Both girls lowered themselves to the ground and knelt before her. "This is Iman, Highness," Aisha said. "It was lady Yasmeen who bid her come. I trust she will live up to your expectations."

 

"Yes I do hope she does, but to do that I need to see her fully. Disrobe Iman, and you also Aisha."

 

The two little girls quickly shed their gowns and remained standing in what they thought were suggestive poses and awaited further instructions. The little girls, the granddaughters of the Emir and his many wives, were allowed a great amount of freedom so long as they remained within the women's quarters. There were no restrictions concerning touching or sex play with each other so long as their hymens remained intact. By their mid-teens at the latest, the innocent little girls would be given in marriage, to a friend or supporter of the Emir's, or for some political gain.

 

The little girls were free to play with each other and experiment because it was thought this would make them better eventual harem brides. No women were permitted to molest the little girls, with one exception: Fatima. The Emir's first wife enjoyed such high status that she made the rules and was therefore free to break them at will.

 

Fatima paused for a moment to savour the sight of the two naked young girls, their innocent beauty and soft dark skin. Her eyes took in the ever so slightly budding breasts with their nipples that had yet to flower, the slight curve of their buttocks and the plump hairless creases between their legs.

 

"Come here Aisha, give me your pretty flower that I may taste its nectar," Fatima said.

 

The girl approached and knelt. How do you wish me Highness, Aisha said, knowing the woman wanted to lick her young cunt. She had indeed cleaned her parts very carefully on being summoned, and rinsed them with rose petal water.

 

"Do you wish to take me from the front or from the back, Highness?"

 

"I will take you from the back Aisha, the older woman said." The young girl assumed a kneeling position, legs parted, bottom pushed up and her head touching the floor.

 

Fatima paused to admire the girl's pretty young sex on display for her. She realized she loved nothing more than the purity and perfect symmetry of a plump young vulva, unblemished as yet by menstrual flow, the rough thrusting of a penis, or age and gravity. The girls cinnamon coloured lips were slightly parted, providing an enticing hint of the treasure below.

 

Feeling her pussy moisten with anticipation, Fatima leaned over to inhale the scent of the gift that had been presented to her. She caught a whiff of rose petal water and silently praised Aisha for her foresight. Then, learning closer she used a long fingernail to trace a path from Aisha's lower back, across the dark puckered rosebud of her anus, over the sensitive skin of her perineum and along one side of her labia. Aisha shuddered at her touch.

 

Using her fingernail Fatima gently pulled one of her lips aside to reveal a glimpse of the darker moist reddish interior. And with a light and delicate touch she moved her nail to the entrance of the vagina, where her investigation was halted by Aisha's fully intact hymen. Unwilling to postpone any further Fatima lowered her mouth to the treasure offered her and licked the entire length of the girl's crease, beginning with her anus and ending at her small delicate clitoris. The taste was exquisite Aisha gasped with pleasure and surprise.

 

Fatima paused for a moment and looked to the other side of the room where Iman lay on her back, hands pulling behind her knees to raise her young sex and give Yasmeen the most possible access to her sweet flesh. The Emir's 31st wife had her face buried between Imans legs and was licking and sucking enthusiastically.

 

After she had thoroughly licked Aisha's young sex, Fatima took her into her arms and watched the other two satisfy their lust. She then summoned Yasmeen to her and asked, "does the Emir always satisfy your womanly needs?"

 

"No Highness, my visits to his chamber are infrequent, and his performance is feeble. He desires younger and younger women and I am fear I am too old."

 

"Yasmeen, I think you are very beautiful and your service had pleased me. I would like to pleasure you with one of our animals. Fetch the box for me."

 

Yasmeen rose excitedly, fetched the box and opened it.

 

"Which do you choose today Yasmeen?"

 

I wish to ride the dog Highness," she answered.

 

Yasmeen helped the older woman secure the chosen phallus which was 7 inches long and which bulged behind its tapered head to simulate a dog's knot. When the straps were secure she bade her to take her preferred position, which was on her back with two cushions underneath her to improve the angle of penetration. She then instructed the two young girls to use their tongues and fingers to prepare Yasmeen. This they did with great enthusiasm and in no time Yasmeen was wet and lubricated not just with their saliva but also with her own copiously following juices.

 

When she judged Yasmeen to be ready, Fatima mounted her and drove the substantial dildo deep into her vagina. She made no attempt to be gentle; she pounded the slightly built young woman with all her might.

 

Yasmeen responded by shouting: "Oh yes, yes, fuck me Highness, fuck me hard."

 

Eventually, after giving her several powerful orgasms, Fatima pulled out the dripping dog cock and left Yasmeena lying on the floor panting and thighs quivering.

 

"Did you enjoy watching that, Fatima said to Aisha and Iman."

 

"Yes Highness. We are so eager to have our cunts fucked how can we ever wait until the Emir gives us husbands."

 

"This is true," Fatima said. "If I were to take you maidenheads it would be a death sentence for us both. Not even I, the Emir's first wife, would escape punishment."

 

She paused for a moment to let the words sink in and then said: "Sadly, as women, we have few advantages to protect us. But Allah, praise to him always, has given women one small gift. He has given us not one but two holes for our pleasure."

 

Yasmeen understood immediately but it took the two young girls a few moments to grasp the full import of what she was saying.

 

"On the night of your wedding all will be looking for signs off blood from your vagina. No one will care about your other hole, the one young boys use to pleasure men.

 

Suddenly it dawned on them and they could barely restrain their excitement. "Oh Highness," Aisha said, "will you please use me with one of the animals, perhaps the smallest one, the goat?"

 

"Yes my sweet one. While I change my harness, have your friend prepare you. Here, use this oil," she said indicating the stone jar. "Iman use your fingers and some oil to loosen Aisha's back passage."

 

The two girls went to work immediately, and by the time Fatima had changed the dog phallus for a goat, Iman had two fingers buried in Aisha's backside and was rotating them easily.

 

"I think you are ready Aisha," Fatima said. "Iman please lie on your back beneath her so you can feast on her flower and she can feast on yours. And Yasmeen, if you stand beside her you can help guide the goat to its home."

 

When all were in position Fatima placed the ivory goat phallus at the entrance to Aisha's sphincter and began to ease it in. When she was halfway she paused and asked the girl how she felt.

 

"I have a little pain Highness but the pleasure of greater, please push harder." And she did.

 

The combination of the thrusting phallus in her anus, lips on her clitoris, and eager hands caressing her body soon delivered several powerful orgasms to the young girl which left her shaking. After giving her a few moments to recover she offered Iman the chance to take her place, which the girl did without any hesitation. If anything Iman's climaxes were more powerful.

 

After she had finished with the second youngster, Fatima called for a break and instructed Yasmeen to serve them tea. And as they drank it they watched the hot desert sun fall below the horizon. The sound of nightly prayers echoed throughout the palace and the four kneeled and thanked Allah for the blessings He had bestowed on them.

 

When prayers were over and the sun had set Fatima said to the assembled: "Before we return to our sleeping quarters I wish you to stay and help me. It has been a busy day for me and I have helped many take their pleasure. But this old woman's juices have not dried up yet."

 

Yasmeen understood what Fatima was suggesting and responded, "yes Highness, pardon my selfishness. How can this worthless wife help you?"

 

"I wish to use the elephant," Fatima said.

 

One of the two young girls gasped, and all three looked at her with amazement. Yasmeen was the first to recover from her surprise and began to organize. She removed the harness from the older woman and replaced the goat phallus with the huge elephant cock. The monster was over two feet long and as large around as the young girls thighs.

 

Yasmeen then arranged cushions and helped Fatima into the best position. She gave a liberal amount of coconut oil to each of the two young girls, instructing one to slather it on the elephant cock and the other to use her entire hand and fist to lubricate the older woman's ample vagina.

 

When they had finished Yasmeen stepped into the harness and strapped it on. Kneeling behind Fatima she placed its monstrous head at the entrance to her vagina. Her thick hairy lips parted under the assault of the ivory monster.

 

Yasmeen said: "Iman to lie down on your back beneath her Highness so you may suck on her clitoris. Aisha, place your flower under Highness' head so she may lick your hairless young pussy."

 

When the two girls were in place, Yasmeen continued to feed the ivory monster into the older woman's expanding vagina. At about 14 inches the monster phallus would go no further; Yasmeen withdrew and forced it in again. And again.

 

Although at times Fatima felt her insides might split, the sensation of being so completely filled was delicious. The constant hammering on her G-spot made her climax like she had not done in a long time. Over and over again. When she felt she could climax no more she asked Yasmeen to remove the monster. It left her body with a loud plopping sound and a large discharge of clear liquid.

 

Fatima staggered to her bed, walking on very shaky legs. As she lay there completely spent, the two girls hugged her and bid her goodnight. They returned to their quarters whispering to each other excitedly about what they had experienced that day. Yasmeen stayed behind to tidy up and then she too said goodnight and thanked Fatima for allowing her to take part in such wonderful experience.

 

Alone in her bed, Fatimah gave thanks to Allah for the day He had blessed her with. Her final thought before she drifted off to sleep was to hope that on this night she might be able to catch the little swimming girls in her dream and taste they delicious little slits.

 

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