Erotic Desert Fairy Tales

Our goddess of motherhood and childbirth is Mother Wart Hog. She routinely is depicted in our sacred paintings and statuary as lying upon her side, suckling twelve piglets. As a minor deity, she had in the past received fewer praises and supplications than other gods; but one day, all of that changed.

A number of years ago, due to a perturbation of the earth's orbit by a passing star, the Nile River shrank to a trickle and our crops failed, unleashing a terrible famine. Thousands of

Grandfather's subjects died. He was devastated. After consulting with the head witches, he made his way to Mother Wart Hog's temple, prostrated himself before the altar, and begged her to intercede. Miraculously, she appeared on the temple steps and called to all of her children throughout Africa. In response, over the following year, plump, healthy pigs of many species emerged from the veldt, waddled to the steps of the royal abattoir, laid on their backs, and willingly exposed their necks. The abattoir witches cut their throats, butchered them, and distributed the meat to our people. Ever since, we have treated pigs with respect and have taken to calling newborn babies piglets.

As the moon rose on the night of their debut in the royal bedchamber, the sisters put on their makeup. Because of their suckling from Aunt Jasmina's three breasts, Grandmother had, with great affection, continued to call them little pigs and had designated lavender as their thematic color; so they donned lavender pig masks and costumes and wrapped themselves in lavender abayas. They drew the hoods up and well over their heads so that, in the low lighting in the boudoir, their faces could not be seen. Then, escorted by Grandfather's bodyguards, they made their way to his chamber.

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 few feet 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 down his body 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 down over her body and 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 on her bosom and began to roll her nipples between her fingers.

Then Alia removed her robe. She was wearing an ensemble that was identical to Celia's, except that her mask and costume were colored in a lighter shade. Moreover, slung low from a flesh-colored belt that wrapped around her hips was a rubber penis. It 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 testicles. Alia wrapped her hand loosely around the penis, and began to stroke it.

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 proceeded to stroke it.

Celia sank to her knees on the carpet, and, by placing her hands around her sisters' hips, drew them close to her. She smiled at the bobbing penises and kissed them gently. Then she grasped one in each hand and began to masturbate them. Delia gently guided her penis upward until the glans was pressed against Celia's face. Then she rubbed it slowly, back and forth, across her lips. Celia licked its underside. Then she closed her lips around it and sucked gently, while rotating her head and hand in opposite directions. 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 began to suck Alia's penis. Grandfather removed his briefs and continued to stroke his penis, which was now big and hard.

Celia released her sisters and climbed into the spacious bed. She laid down on her back and removed her loincloth. Alia followed her. Opening Celia's legs, she lowered her mouth onto her clitoris and licked her rosebud. Celia moaned with pleasure. Then Alia grasped her rubber

penis, guided it into Celia's vagina, and began to thrust rhythmically. Delia got into bed and curled up near the footboard. As she watched her sisters, she slid her hand under her loincloth and rubbed her clitoris. Grandfather rose to his knees and stroked his penis faster.

Delia crawled toward Alia, kissed her, and whispered something in her ear. Alia smiled and withdrew from Celia. Then Delia 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 the rubber penis into her rectum. Slowly, she pushed the penis deeper until it was fully seated inside her sister. Celia moaned with pleasure. Then Delia placed her hands on the small of Celia's back and began to thrust violently. Celia's moans grew louder and finally erupted into a scream. Grandfather's penis began to shudder in his hand. Alia's eyes opened wide; quickly she crouched in front of Grandfather, and allowed him to spurt repeatedly into her mouth. When he had finished, she opened it wide so that he could see the milky liquid pooling on her tongue. Then she closed it, swallowed, and opened it again, so that he could see that she had swallowed it.

Satisfied with Grandfather's reaction, the girls giggled and stopped playing with each other. They turned, laid on their stomachs, and crept toward him. Grandfather sat back, propped himself against the pillows, and opened his legs. Alia slid her face against the inside of his thigh, parted her lips, pulled his right testicle into her mouth, and sucked happily. After a few moments, Delia commenced to perform the same delight on his left testicle. Celia wriggled between her sisters, lowered her mouth onto his penis and fellated him repeatedly. Grandfather moaned with pleasure.

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 sisters against his chest, and kissed them tenderly.

For several minutes, the triplets laid 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 and reclined on the bed again. Grandfather laid on his stomach between her legs, 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. Grandfather kneeled on the bed and wrapped his hand

around his erect penis. Pulling her close, he pressed its tip between her labia, pushed inside, and began thrusting. Celia moaned happily. He continued for as long as he could. Then, as yet another orgasm began to sweep 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 girls retrieved their loincloths, 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 stole across the frontier, flayed Aunt Jasmina, cut her throat, and left her body on 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 the terrible tale 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 the guards following me. Then the chill returned and ran down my spine again as I realized that I would be alone on the turret balcony for several minutes before they joined me.

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. 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. "Your power over snakes will be magnified, so that you may call upon my children whenever you are in need. You shall have 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 patted my cheek. "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-Kharijah 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 above his testicles, with her thumbs and forefingers, locking it in a firm grip. Then she lowered her head and gently brushed her lips across his shaft.