The Picture: Take Me To The Kasbah
Author: Harry Berg 
Email: HarryBerg01@aol.com

“All right, stop, I’ll do it,” cried Beatrice unable to withstand the pain radiating from her arms. Her shoulders were on fire and within a fraction of an inch of being dislocated. Beatrice had tried with all her heart to resist Soraya’s demand that she place Abdullah’s cock in her mouth; but the torment was too great.
  “Suck it, pretty one, like it is a sweet,” ordered Soraya after she forced the naked Beatrice to kneel at Abdullah’s feet. A seated Abdullah had already lowered his trousers and his member was fully exposed, even partially erect in anticipation of enjoying the young, innocent, and beautiful American girl. 
  Thanks be to Allah the good and the merciful for giving me such a wonderful wife as Soraya thought Abdullah. See how she persuades the young girl to pleasure my manhood with her mouth. Now the girl refuses my cock and cries in sorrow but in a moment, Soraya will change her mind and her sweet tender lips will take my manhood. There is nothing more beautiful than a virgin’s tears, especially when those are the tears that precede her losing her innocence and taking a man inside her body for the first time.  I am already growing hard and we have not even begun.  I am truly blessed by the Prophet. And my sons will be blessed too when I let them have this beautiful American. They are already enjoying her brother.
  For the first time in her eighteen years, Beatrice confronted a man’s hairy sex organ.  When Soraya had forced her to her knees, she fell forward and her face brushed against Abdullah’s member. The musky smell of male flesh assaulted her nostrils. An intense feeling of disgust and loathing pervaded her being.
   This can’t be happening to me. I just can’t do such a thing thought Beatrice. I don’t care what they do to me. It’s hard to believe any woman would perform such a depraved act.
   “Never,” responded Beatrice at first fiercely determined to resist Soraya’s demand.
  But Beatrice had been gently reared in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and her body was not inured to pain. Soraya cruelly lifted the chain connecting the narrow silver bands enclosing the young American girl’s arms. The bands cut into the soft flesh above her elbows as her arms rotated toward the ceiling.
  “It is not so difficult. I learned to please a man with my mouth when I was much younger than you. Just open your mouth and let my husband’s cock slide past your lips or I will be forced to harm you,” said Soraya slowly lifting the chain higher and higher. “In the end, you will do as I want and even come to enjoy it. So why subject yourself to this pain, Beatrice?”
  The American girl has such beautiful skin observed Soraya. There is not a blemish on her body. And once she had experienced the pleasures of the flesh, she will welcome their return, even seek them out. Now she cries and resists but that will pass. When Abdullah has finished with her, I will take her to my room and enjoy her. I will ask Aminah and Bashira to join us. All Abdullah’s wives should share her beauty.  
  With her wrists bound tightly behind her back by a length of rough hemp and a short chain connecting her manacled ankles, Beatrice was not only helpless but completely at the mercy of the spice merchant Abdullah and his eldest wife Soraya. Soraya grasped the chain in one hand while placing her other hand in the center of Beatrice’s shoulder blades. Soraya was experienced at forcing young innocent females to service Abdullah. She enjoyed the challenge when they resisted and she had to bend them to her will using pain as her instrument.
  Beatrice began to whimper as Soraya raised the chain bending her arms slowly upward rotating the round bones of her shoulder sockets to where Beatrice sensed that her tendons were beginning to tear. The agony was too great. Beatrice was forced to comply with Soraya’s demand.
  “Please stop, I’ll do it,” repeated Beatrice unable to withstand the pain.
   “No, don’t, sis, don’t do it,” shouted Eddie, Beatrice’s older brother by a year. Beatrice was startled to hear her brother’s voice. She had not realized he was nearby. He was in the far corner of he room. It was darker there but Beatrice, her eyes adjusted to the dim light, could see he wasn’t alone.
  Upon entering the room, Beatrice had been so transfixed by the sight of Abdullah’s cock that she had not noticed the naked form of her elder brother bent over a wooden fixture normally used to hold rugs.
  Two young Bedouins, sons of Abdullah and Soraya, had just finished restraining a drugged and naked Eddie over the wooden frame. The carpets it normally held were strewn on the stone floor. Like Beatrice, Eddie’s ankles and wrists were manacled. Ropes connected his widely spread ankles to the side posts of the sturdy fixture that took the form of a rounded wedge whose peak was approximately the height of a man’s waist. Eddie’s body was bent over with his wrist manacles connected to the other bottom side of the wedge. His boyish cock hung down between his legs. One of the Bedouins had a firm hold on Eddie scrotum. He was tying a leather thong around the base forcing Eddie’s gonads to bulge downward. The other end of the thong he attached to the base of the fixture. The boy smiled to himself as he pulled the thong tight stretching Eddie sack painfully toward the floor. Eddie screamed in pain when he felt his sack being stretched. The Bedouin slightly lessened the tension when Eddie protested.
  My God I thought they were going to rip my balls off thought Eddie. I’m going to be fucked in my asshole. How will I ever be able to face my friends after these filthy Arabs cornhole me.  Poor Beatrice, they’ll rape her. Mother and father will never forgive me for bringing her here.
  “He screams like a woman and his eyes are full of tears,” whispered Ebrahim to his brother Hassan. They were speaking in Bedouin.
  “Perhaps he knows we will use him as a woman,” replied Hassan softly.
  “I would prefer his sister but father and Soraya must go first,” said Ebrahim.
  “I prefer this,” said Hassan placing his hand in the crevice of Eddie’s ass. “But we will have her too when father and Soraya are done with her.”
  “Here, I will hold him open for you,” said Ebrahim taking a firm hold on Eddie’s buttocks and separating them.
  “I don’t believe his hole has not been touched. Oil from Samarkand will increase our pleasure and his too,” said Hassan as he poured a small amount of clear oil onto Eddie’s anus. Hassan began to slowly and sensuously insert his fingers in Eddie’s sphincter.  Hassan desired that Eddie learn the pleasure of having a man fuck his ass.
  “Get your fingers out of my ass, you filthy Arab,” screamed Eddie clinching his butt tight. Hassan and Ebrahim exchanged knowing smiles. Eddie sensed the slow entry of Hassan’s finger into his rectum. After several finger insertions and more of the warm oil, Eddie’s sphincter lost the will to resist.
  I can’t stop them realized Eddie. He and his brother are going to fuck me in the ass while their mother and father rape Beatrice. What in the hell are they putting on my ass? It feels warm and slippery. His fingers are making me get an erection whether I want to or not. God these Bedouins are depraved. I never once considered them capable of buggery. 
  From Beatrice’s vantage, she could see Eddie upside down facing her, his head hanging between his V-shaped legs. One of the Bedouins was holding Eddie’s buttocks apart while the other poured clear oil from a small bottle over his anus. The youth worked his fingers ever deeper into Eddie’s anus. Eddie grimaced in discomfort and humiliation.
  “For the love of God, stop it, stop it, for Christ’s sake,” begged Eddie whose voice then broke into loud sobs. He sensed they were holding his anus open with their fingers and pouring oil directly into his rectum. The oil warmed his insides and he involuntarily moaned when Hassan pushed two fingers inside his ass then slowly rotated then stretching his sphincter muscle. 
  Beatrice watched with uncomprehending eyes as Hassan positioned his youthful cock against Eddie’s anus and slowly leaned forward. The idea that men engaged in such practices was completely unknown to her. It was 1892 and young women of good families were expected to know as little as possible about the ways of the flesh. Beatrice’s eyes had adjusted to the dim light and she could clearly see the tip of Hassan’s cock pushing past the wrinkled brown hole. As Hassan’s cock entered, oil flowed out and dripped down onto Eddie’s nut sack.
  “He is warm and hugs my cock,” whispered Hassan to Ebrahim.
  “Oh please, take it out,” pleaded Eddie out of embarrassment and humiliation. The fact that his sister was watching only added to his shame. However, his rectum was gradually adjusting to its very first hosting of a male member. He even felt a slight sensation of pleasure as Hassan’s cock put pressure on his prostate. A small drop of clear semen appeared at the tip of Eddie’s cock then formed a silvery spider web as it fell to the stone floor.
  There was more mild laughter from the brothers. As Hassan worked into a steady rhythm, Eddie started to grunt or moan in response to each thrust.
  “I will give him and me pleasure,” said Ebrahim getting down on the floor to stroke Eddie’s tightly bound sack then slipping further down to take Eddie’s cock in his mouth.
  Beatrice saw that the brother called Ebrahim was kneeling down under Hassan slowly sucking Eddie cock. He’s doing he same thing to Eddie, Soraya’s making me do to Abdullah realized Beatrice.  I suppose Bedouins must do this to one another.
  Eddie’s soft moans carried over the room to Beatrice’s ears.
  “See no harm comes to your brother. Now open your mouth, pretty one ” whispered Soraya in Beatrice’s ear. Beatrice saw that Soraya’s hand was holding Abdullah’s cock straight out toward her face.
  Unable to endure more pain and accepting the inevitability of Soraya’s demand, Beatrice moved her head slightly forward until her lips touched the soft head. She visibly shuddered as she forced herself to accept that her mouth was touching a man’s cock for the very first time.
  I hope he does not urinate in my mouth thought Beatrice as the tip of her tongue passed over Abdullah piss hole. I can smell pee realized Beatrice as a faint odor of urine invaded her nostrils on her next inhale. Still, she touched the hole with the very tip of her tongue and explored it. Beatrice heard a hiss as Abdullah’s exhaled and his cock twitched slightly in her mouth. Did I cause that wondered Beatrice?
  “Take it deeper in your mouth, Beatrice,” spoke Soraya pressing slightly on the back of Beatrice’s head.
  Beatrice gathering her courage overcame her reluctance and slowly allowed Abdullah’s hardening cock to enter her mouth and rest against her tongue. Soraya’s hand embedded itself in Beatrice’s soft brown curls and began to gradually and gently move Beatrice’s head back and forth driving Abdullah’s cock in her mouth until it brushed against the opening to her throat then withdrawing it until only the tip of the head was held between her lips.
  Soraya saw to her satisfaction that Beatrice’s lips were pressing around Abdullah’s cock. For an instant, she envied the young girl recalling the first time she had taken a man in her mouth. Soraya’s mother had guided and instructed her that night when she had became Abdullah’s first wife.
  “Slowly, yes that’s it, use your lips to caress the sides and move your tongue over the head and underside. You must learn to please a man with your mouth. It is important for women to know such things, even in America,” said Soraya in a calm soothing voice that encouraged Beatrice’s obeisance. Unable to endure more pain and finding that something that seemed so hideous in contemplation was in practice far less so, Beatrice complied. As soon as she accepted her fate and applied herself, Beatrice felt Soraya remove her hand from the back of Beatrice’s head.
  “She is beautiful, is she not, Abdullah,” said Soraya softly brushing her hand against Beatrice’s cheek. 
  “Yes, a great beauty, and her mouth is warm and her tongue lively. You were lucky to find her,” said Abdullah relaxing in the chair. 
  “After you have finished with her, I will take her to Aminah and Bashira and we will pleasure ourselves with her body,” said Soraya as she unbuttoned her vest exposing her large breasts. Soraya took one of her nipples in her fingers and pulled it out and twisted it causing her to moan.
  “Of course, then our sons can have her,” said Abdullah. “If they are not too tired from her brother. Her brother is a handsome boy and I want him in my bed tonight.” 
  “We should keep them with us for a few days. Perhaps even take them to the encampment at Wahdi Albasu. Other members of the Beni-Hasan can enjoy them,” said Soraya.
  “By the prophet’s beard, you are a most excellent wife. My brother Mustafa would love to sample this delicious American.”   
   Since these words were spoken gently and in Bedouin, they did not alarm Beatrice. The slow hardening of Abdullah’s cock in her mouth puzzled her. Beatrice knew almost nothing about copulation and had only a vague notion that such a thing as fellatio was actually practiced. 
  “Now, Beatrice, gently take each of Abdullah’s balls in your mouth and suck it, be very careful,” said Soraya pulling Beatrice’s head back with her hand then lifting Abdullah’s cock. Beatrice leaned more forward, placed her mouth on the hairy scrotum and sucked on the large egg shaped flesh she drew into her mouth. She sucked one ball then another.
  “Now lick his balls. Yes that’s right. Do it slowly,” said Soraya pleased that Beatrice seemed such an apt pupil.
  “Now slowly lick upward along the ridge of skin to the tip, use your tongue to trace that narrow ridge, you are doing well, my child,” said Soraya using her hands to better position Abdullah’s cock.
  When Beatrice reached the tip of Abdullah’s cock her tongue captured a large drop of clear fluid.  A mild flavor of salt appeared on the tip of Beatrice’s tongue. 
  This could be much worse thought Beatrice her mind a jumble of thoughts. At least, Soraya is not hurting me any more. His manhood feels so firm and warm. It’s almost hot and my mouth made it that way. I wonder if the husband that Mother plans for me to acquire in Europe will expect me to use my mouth this way to please him. I don’t think Mother does this to Father’s cock but then again maybe she does. Soraya said that even in America a woman should know how to do this. But none of my friends have ever mentioned it. I hope Soraya lets us go back to our hotel as soon as we’re finished. I doubt Eddie will ever forgive me for getting him into this. Poor Eddie, I’ll have to promise never to mention what those boys did to him.
  The slow regular motion allowed Beatrice’s mind to recall how she and Eddie had arrived in this predicament. Beatrice was forced to admit it was all her fault. She had insisted that Eddie take her to the famous Kasbah of Marrakesh. Actually, she had blackmailed him. Their parents had gone off after an early breakfast with the American consul to tour some of the local glass factories. Beatrice’s father, John Landis Mason was the founder and owner of the Hero Glass Works in Philadelphia. His patent of a glass storage jar with a removable two part metal lid and rubber seal had made the Mason’s one of the richest families along Philadelphia’s Main Line. 
   Beatrice’s mother, Harriet Mason was born to wealth. In the last few years, her social ambitions had outgrown Philadelphia. Several of her socialite friends had turned to Europe to locate titled but poor aristocrats to marry their daughters. Becoming the mother of a Countess or a Marchioness had become Harriet’s foremost goal in life.  A precursor to the actual search for a husband for Beatrice was the “grand tour”, a lengthy trip to European and North African countries to acquire a cosmopolitan outlook that would add a needed layer of sophistication to their Philadelphia character.
  Beatrice enjoyed Europe but grew bored with the heat and sameness of the African side of the Mediterranean. Compared to Europe, she considered it backward and dirty. However, her guidebook said Marrakesh was one of the most exotic cities in the world and the souk located in the Kasbah, the ancient walled city within Marrakesh, a source of incredibly beautiful jewelry. That morning over breakfast in the hotel she had persuaded Eddie to accompany her.
  “Eddie, I’m so terribly, terribly bored, do be a dear and take me to the Kasbah,” said Beatrice placing her hand on her brothers and applying a small amount of pressure. Brother or not, Beatrice was willing to apply her developing womanly wiles to get what she wanted. Beatrice had reached the point where she understood that her face and figure had that effect on men. Her narrow waist, well turned ankles, and large alabaster bosom combined with a well-featured visage had begun to draw men’s eyes. Even the business associates of her father had begun to pay attention John Mason’s only daughter. Before they left on their Grand Tour, Beatrice had overheard a conversation between her mother and two of her friends regarding Beatrice’s prospects.
  “Don’t settle for an Italian for Beatrice, they can be quite handsome and charming but they make terrible husbands. The Lowry’s daughter married one, a Count she met in Bologna. He was devastatingly good looking but had slept with all her friends and even the servants inside a year,” said Mrs. Taylor.
  “How vulgar, Beatrice can have anyone she likes. That girl’s going to be a great beauty, finding a suitable match shouldn’t be a problem,” added Mrs. Claiborne.
  “I prefer British nobility, such good manners,” added Harriet Mason.
  “They say the style in London this season displays an ample portion of bosom. That should certainly Beatrice get noticed, laughed Mrs. Taylor.
  “She inherited large beautiful breasts from my Aunt Beebe. Beebe was very popular with suitors. She was able to take her pick,” said Beatrice’s mother.
  After that, Beatrice had become even more aware of her effect on men. Whenever, she found men’s eyes on her body, she arched her back and walked with her breasts high and forward while her hips swayed. Getting her own way as a challenge she frequently found exciting.
  “Absolutely not, we promised our parents we wouldn’t leave the hotel,” said Eddie from behind his newspaper. “Besides, I not sure such a place would be safe for a young girl.”
  “There’s absolutely nothing to do here in the hotel,” said Beatrice.
  “Read a book, you could improve your mind you know.”
  “Like that book you keep hidden, along with those postcards you bought in Paris,” said Beatrice sensing her opening.
  “Damn you, Beatrice, I don’t know what you are talking about,” said Eddie looking discomforted as he put down the newspaper. He looked nervously about the room to see if anyone could overhear. Beatrice observed that look and knew she had the upper hand.
  “Oh, I wonder what Mother would say if she knew about ‘Marie Louise, The Passionate Nun,’ or that hideous work titled ‘Justine’ by someone called Sade or DeSade. What would our parents say if they knew you read that filth?”
  “Those are my private things,” sputtered Eddie. “You shouldn’t have touched them.”
  “But oh-la-la, those pictures I saw you buy from that dirty little man in Montmarte. Really, you should be ashamed, looking at naked women. What do you do while you look at them, anyway?” said Beatrice delighting in her brother’s embarrassment. 
  “That’s none of your business,” said Eddie his face reddening.
  “So take me to the Kasbah and all will be forgotten, my lips will be sealed,” said Beatrice. 
  “You promise to keep quiet about the books and pictures.”
  “As quiet as a mouse,” answered Beatrice.
  “It may not be safe. Why do you want to go anyway?”
  “I’ll be safe with my big strong handsome brother. I need to buy some jewelry. The guidebook says the market is full of unusual objects, especially silver. I need gifts for Kay and Rachel,” said Beatrice mentioning the names of her two best friends.
  “You already have enough jewelry for a duchess. Grandmother left you hers when she passed on last year.”
  “There is no such a thing as too much jewelry,” quipped Beatrice.
  “We’ll have to be back before three, that’s when Mother and Father will return with Mr. Royce,” said Eddie in a voice that conveyed he was giving in to Beatrice’s wishes.
  “That’s fine. I want to chat with Mr. Royce again. I hope Father invites him to dinner,” said Beatrice.
  “If he does, he will probably bring Mrs. Royce. Really, Beatrice, do you have to throw yourself at every man we meet, even the married ones?” said Eddie.
  “Only the ones that are handsome and strong like my dear brother who’s going to take me to the Kasbah,” said Beatrice once again squeezing Eddie’s hand. “I’m going to go change. I’ve just the thing for a shopping trip.”
  Mother better find her a noble and understanding husband soon thought Eddie watching the back of his sister as she walked toward the hotel lobby. Still she does credit to the female form. Winchell says she has the shape of a goddess. Eddie was referring to his best friend Winchell Boatwright.  Winchell would definitely know. Last summer, Eddie and Winchell had risked their necks climbing to the very top of a great oak thereby affording themselves a splendid view of Beatrice and two of her friends trying on ball gowns. Winchell had brought along a spyglass. 
  Nineteen-year-old Eddie was looking forward to leaving home the coming fall. Winchell and he would be entering Yale as freshman. Winchell’s older brother Garrison was a senior and he had promised to take both boys to Mrs. Peregrine’s, a nearby brothel that catered to the wealthy Yale students. At Mrs. Peregrine’s he planned to lose his virginity with the most beautiful girl in the house.  In the meantime, he amused himself with what his mother would decry as “filthy books and pictures.”
  I better go hide my library thought Edie signing the breakfast bill. If mother or dad found it, I’d be disgraced. Come to think of it, maybe there’ll be an opportunity at the Kasbah to add to my collection. They say these Arabs, especially the Bedouins, engage in practices that are unknown outside of North Africa. 
  Eddie and Beatrice left their hotel in the European Quarter and walked toward the walled city within Marrakesh that was known as the Kasbah. Eddie was wearing one of the lightweight tropical suits that he had made in London. Beatrice was dressed in a blue travel dress with a matching bonnet perched high on her head. Due to the heat she decided to leave off the numerous petticoats she normally wore. Beatrice felt a touch wicked when she stepped out in the bright sun knowing that underneath her dress was a single undergarment, a pair of light cotton drawers 
  Mother would die if she knew I was only wearing my drawers but she’s not here thought Beatrice. Besides it is much cooler and who is going to know.
  The exotic smells of the market assaulted their nostrils as they entered the gate to the Kasbah. Beatrice was determined to locate the jeweler’s section of the market and find some truly unique and beautiful pieces for herself and to give as gifts when she returned to Philadelphia. 
  Eddie quickly found a merchant who spoke enough English to point them in the direction of the jewelry stalls. Once Beatrice had begun to shop, Eddie planned to slip off for a few minutes and locate the type of products that interested him. 
  As the two progressed through the Kasbah, the crowds became thicker and the passageways narrower. The air grew heavier and the temperature rose as they pressed their way through the crowds. Merchants from the stalls seeing the wealthy foreigners rushed out to offer them their wares. Beatrice was walking closely behind Eddie as he threaded his way through the masses when she felt hands on her rear. She glanced over her shoulder to look into the face of a young Arab boy who was grinning from ear to ear as both his hand clutched Beatrice’s buttocks. Beatrice immediately swung her arm downward knocking his hands away.
  “Stop it,” said Beatrice not really angry at his transgression. When they were in Rome, mother had advised her that Italian often take liberties with a pretty girl’s fanny. It was to be taken as a compliment. “Don’t make a fuss but move away and for heaven’s sake, don’t encourage them,” advised Mrs. Mason. Beatrice had been disappointed that not once in Rome had anyone touched her. She hadn’t realized that was the result of her rather tall and imposing father accompanying her whenever they walked the streets of Rome.
  She had not progressed more than a dozen steps before more hands grabbed her bottom and a hand came out of the crowd to grasp her right breast. At this point, the crowd became almost impenetrable and Beatrice was forced to stop. They were surrounded and the massed bodies pressed in on them. Beatrice felt numerous hands on her breasts and buttocks. She practically jumped straight upward when she felt a hand that had slipped under her skirt travel up her bottom, hook itself in the waistband of her drawers and pull downward. Fortunately the drawstring held and her drawers stayed in place. She was able to reach behind her and push the hand away.
  “Make them stop, Eddie,” yelled Beatrice.
  Eddie twisted around to see his sister right behind him with hands pawing her breasts. He immediately grabbed the hands and threw them off. He clutched Beatrice’s hand in his and attempted to force their way through the crowd but they were too many people. 
  “Stop it,” yelled Beatrice reaching up with one hand to stop whomever it was from pulling her bonnet off her head. The tie slipped out from under her chin and the bonnet disappeared in the crowd. Her brown curls cascaded down around her shoulders. This seemed to cause the crowd’s excitement to grow.
  “Get it back, Eddie,” yelled Beatrice. But Eddie was finding it hard to move at all. When he looked back, there was a hatless Beatrice. Someone had managed to unbutton the top buttons of Beatrice’s dress. The high collar was undone and there was even a touch of Beatrice’s white camisole showing at the top. Eddie reached out to pluck away a hand that slipped inside Beatrice’s dress and was moving down the top of her camisole.
  My God they’ll strip her naked if I don’t get her away thought Eddie. Mother and daddy will never forgive me for bringing her here.
  It was at that moment that several young men appeared in front of Eddie and began to push the crowd back. They shouted angrily in Arabic at the crowd. The crowd drew back slightly at the Arab’s youth’s verbal onslaught and the fact the men were armed with small clubs. It was enough to provide a slight opportunity to escape.
  “This way,” shouted one of them as he grabbed Eddie’s wrist and pulled him from the press of the crowd.
  “My sister,” responded Eddie turning to see that two of the young men were extracting Beatrice from the clutches of the crowd. One of their rescuers was threatening the crowd with his club holding them back.
  “This way,” said the Arab taking Beatrice’s and Eddie’s hands and pulling them down a narrow side passageway. The crowd surged forward after them. But Beatrice and Eddie accompanied by their rescuers ran for all they were worth. They managed to pull away from the mob.
  They ran for a good while through winding walkways. Eventually Beatrice announced she was out of breath and could not run further. After that they walked quickly through the labyrinthine narrow passageways frequently turning until they at last came to a large iron gate.
  “In here, ” said the Arab leading them as he passed inside a doorway built into the gate. 
  Eddie was relieved to hear the sound of a heavy iron door closing behind them and a bolt sliding home.
  Both Eddie and Beatrice were out of breath. After a few seconds, Eddie recovered enough to inquire of his sister’s well being. Eddie noted that they were in a small but well tended garden.
  “You all right, sis,” asked Eddie noting that Beatrice looked a mess? Her clothes were dirty and partially unbuttoned. Her hair was disheveled and there was dirt on her cheek.  
  “Yes, but I lost my hat and it matched the dress,” said Beatrice petulantly. 
  “We’re lucky to be alive, forget your precious hat, father will buy you another,” said Eddie angrily
  “Thank you for saving us,” said Eddie to the Arab.
  “I am Hassan, first son of Abdullah Sayaid,” said Hassan. These are my brothers Ebrahim, Jamal, and Azeem.
  “This is my sister, Beatrice. I’m Edward Mason. What can we do to repay you?” asked Eddie.
  “The Prophet commands us to welcome and protect strangers, no payment is expected,” said a woman’s voice. Eddie and Beatrice turned to see an attractive female in Bedouin dress that had just entered the small courtyard garden
  “This is my mother,” said Hassan.
  “I am Soraya, eldest wife of Abdullah Sayaid,” said Soraya. “Who are your friends, Hassan?”
  Hassan introduced Eddie and Beatrice to his mother; then he spoke rapidly to her in Bedouin. She looked upset at what he heard. Soraya stepped forward and took Beatrice’s hand in hers.
  “Are you unharmed, my child,” asked Soraya?
  “Just a little frayed,” responded Beatrice thinking how handsome were the Arab boys, especially Hassan. And their mother was very beautiful and her wrists were covered in bracelets made of silver and precious stones.
  “You must understand our ways. The Quran states that a woman’s hair must be covered when she leaves her home. That is to preserve her purity and not cause the sin of lust in man,” said Soraya reaching out to touch Beatrice’s hair.
  “I was wearing a bonnet,” sniffed Beatrice. “But they took it.”
  “Yes, a tiny little hat perched high on your head. Your hair was showing,” said Eddie looking exasperated at his sister.
  “You must forgive the people of the Kasbah. They are like children at times. They become excited when they believe the Quran is being ignored. They do not understand the ways of others,” said Soraya.
  “How do we get back to our hotel?” asked Eddie.
  “You must stay here with us a while and give the crowd time to calm down. Hassan and his brothers will see to the safety of your return. I will give Beatrice a scarf to cover her hair,” said Soraya.
  “I came here to buy some jewelry,” said Beatrice recalling her original purpose.
  “Well, while we wait, I will send for Mubarak, a merchant of jewelry. He has the finest selection in the Kasbah. And the fact that you are under the protection of my husband Abdullah Sayaid will prevent him from cheating you,” said Soraya.
  “That would be wonderful,” said Beatrice growing excited at the prospect of a successful shopping trip.
  “While we wait, would you like some tea?” asked Soraya.
  “Yes, that would be very kind,” said Eddie realizing he was hot and thirsty.
  Eddie and Beatrice were shown inside the house to a room filled with sofas covered with cushions and beautiful hand woven rugs. Soraya issued orders to the servants. Within a few minutes, a large brass tea service arrived. Soraya poured the tea adding some spices to Beatrice and Eddie cups.
  “My husband deals in salt and spices from the east. This will calm you and refresh you for your walk to your hotel,” said Soraya handing a cup of steaming tea first to Beatrice and then to Eddie.
  “It’s delicious,” said Beatrice taking a sip. The center of the room contained a small fountain and the flowing water cooled the air. 
  “Is this your first visit to Marrakesh?” asked Soraya.
  That began a conversation about all the places that the Mason’s had visited on their grand tour. Soraya replied to Eddie question as to how she learned such excellent English saying that her father was in the import/export business and England was his major trading partner.
  “Everyone in my family knew English. I have taught Hassan and his brothers to speak it also,” said Soraya.
  “My English is poor,” commented Hassan.
  “Not at all old man,” said Eddie.
   Beatrice and Eddie found themselves growing drowsy. It became difficult to maintain their concentration and participate in the conversation. At some point, Eddie noticed that Beatrice had relaxed back on the chaise and closed her eyes. He found that he could no longer keep open his own eyelids so he too closed them and fell slightly backward.

*****

  Beatrice slowly came back to consciousness. For a few minutes, she let her thoughts drift. She felt languid and unable to move. As her alertness slowly returned, she sensed that there was a hand between her legs and that someone’s fingers were not only examining her vagina but there was a finger inside her. Still the drugged tea kept Beatrice from reacting as she normally would. Beatrice moaned but remained still with her eyes closed. 
  Beatrice relaxed in the pleasant sensation of someone massaging oil in the small nub of flesh that resided over her vagina. She even arched her back as a wave of pleasure washed over causing her to smile then pass her tongue over her lips.
  “She is exquisitely made,”” said a young feminine voice.
  “Abdullah will be very pleased,” spoke another.
  “Her brother is handsome also and his manhood is of a pleasant length.”
  “You mean long length not pleasant, Bashira,” said Soraya. “But its effect will be pleasant too.”
  “English is difficult.”
  Beatrice listened without comprehension as several women’s voices spoke Bedouin in hushed tones. Beatrice felt more drops of a warm oil land in the space she considered her sex. The oil soothed her and she sighed as the fingers traced downward and entered her vagina.
  All of a sudden it dawned on Beatrice that someone had inserted their fingers inside her vagina and was pushing gently against her hymen. Beatrice’s eyes started open. Soraya and two other women in Bedouin dress were standing besides her examining her sex. The two other women were younger than Soraya. They were also very beautiful
  “Stop,” said Beatrice trying to sit up. At the same instant she realized she was stark naked. Her efforts to cover herself and sit up were halted by the presence of chains binding her arms and legs. Her arms were chained behind her back and her ankles were chained together.
  “What’s happening,” wailed Beatrice? “Where are my clothes? Why am I chained?”
  “Calm yourself, Beatrice. We are merely making sure you had not given yourself to a man,” said Soraya.
  “Who are they,” said Beatrice. 
  This is Aminah, Abdullah’s second wife and Bashira his third wife,” said Soraya who had not yet removed her fingers from inside Beatrice’s sex. Bashira allowed her long tapered fingers to caress Beatrice’s clitoris pulling and stroking it along each side.
  “Please take your hand away, where are my clothes?” said Beatrice.
  “The oil is warm and pleasant. We are preparing you for my husband. Abdullah will be your first,” said Soraya.
  “First what?” said Beatrice.
  “The first man to open that covering that proclaims your innocence,” said Soraya once more slipping her fingers inside Beatrice’s sex and gently pressing against her hymen. “There, you can feel it. His cock will tear it away and you will become a woman.”
  “You can’ do that. I’m a virgin and not married,” said Beatrice starting to cry. “I’m an American,” sobbed the young girl still woozy from the drugged tea.
  “Now, do not distress yourself little one. In a little while, Abdullah will put his cock in your tiny hole and you will feel the greatest pleasure possible. In time, you will find it pleasurable beyond your dreams and you will grow to desire it greatly. Abdullah was first with each of us and we were not harmed. Now we take great delight when he calls us to his bed,” said Soraya who then spoke to the other two women in Arabic.
  They opened small vials of aromatic oil and dripped perfumed oils onto Beatrice’s bosom and began to massage the oil into her breasts. Beatrice was amazed that her nipples quickly grew hard and her breasts grew warm. Beatrice started to moan slightly and closed her eyes.
  “She is ready. I will take her to Abdullah,” said Soraya. Beatrice opened her eyes once more at the three women lifted her up and set her on her feet. Beatrice whimpered slightly when she felt her wrists being bound with rope.
  “This way my child,” said Soraya taking Beatrice by the arm and leading her out of the room. Beatrice could take only small mincing steps and she felt very unsure of her balance with her arms chained and tied behind her back. Her head had still not cleared and she felt in a daze. 
  When Beatrice first entered the room she saw a man she would have guessed her father’s age seated in a wooden chair smoking an odd looking pipe. He had removed his shoes and his trousers were down at hi knees. His large hairy cock rested on one of his legs. He set the pipe aside when he saw them enter. A heavy sweet smell enveloped Beatrice’s nostrils.
  “This is my husband Abdullah Sahabin Sayaid, Sherif of the Beni-Hasan,” said Soraya as she bowed toward the man seated in the chair. Beatrice following Soraya’s lead bowed also. 
  “She is a virgin,” asked Abdullah?
  “Yes, my husband,” responded Soraya.
  “Bring her closer,” said Abdullah.
  Soraya carefully walked Beatrice a few steps forward. The thought flashed into Beatrice mind that for the first time ever a man was looking at her naked body.
  “She is very beautiful. How old,” asked Abdullah?
  “Eighteen,” answered Soraya.
  “And still a virgin?”
  “In America, their ways are different,” said Soraya.
  “Closer.”
  Beatrice was amazed at how much Abdullah reminded her of her father especially the intelligent knowledgeable eyes. No one can read people better than you father was how Beatrice’s mother expressed it. John Landis Mason like Abdullah was a tall powerfully built man with a mass of curly jet-black hair. When Beatrice looked down, she saw that Abdullah’s cock had grown slightly. 
  Soraya had found Beatrice’s easy to bend to her will. The American was applying her lips to Abdullah’s cock with considerable energy and enthusiasm. 
   “You are doing well, child,” said Soraya bringing Beatrice’s thoughts back to the present. “My husband will provide you his seed to swallow. That is an honor for 
Abdullah Sayaid is the leader of the greatest warrior tribe of the Bedouins, the Beni-Hasan. His name is known and feared throughout the Kasbah and all of Morocco.”
  Beatrice’s mouth agreed that Abdullah’s cock had grown very hard and long. He was making small jerking motions and his breath was rapid. He spoke a few quick words in Bedouin to Soraya.
  “Faster, press with your lips and let his cock touch your throat,” whispered Soraya. Beatrice complied uncertain whether her motivation was fear of further pain or the desire to learn the ultimate mystery of male orgasm. She moved her head forward to the point that Abdullah’s cock tip entered her opening of her throat. She paused for a moment pressing the warm soft flesh against the lining of her throat then sensing the need for breath withdrew slightly and inhaled through her nose.
  Abdullah gasped loudly as he released a burst of warm semen into Beatrice’s mouth. His hands seized the sides of her head and he held her firmly as his cock jerked and twitched in her mouth. More gasps and more bursts and Beatrice realized there was a small salty pool of viscous liquid resting on her tongue.
  “Swallow it to show your respect,” intoned Soraya. Beatrice obeyed and felt a sense of gratification as the warm liquid coursed down her throat.
  “You did well,” said Soraya leaning down to kiss Beatrice’s lips. Beatrice relaxed as she felt Soraya’s tongue enter her mouth and intertwine with her own tongue. Beatrice saw that Soraya had opened her dress and that her breasts were exposed.  Soraya leaned forward offering her breast to Beatrice’s mouth. The young beauty in a trancelike state unhesitatingly took the dark nipple in her mouth and suckled. Soraya’s breast felt warm against her cheek.
  It is wrong but it feels so natural thought Beatrice as her lips and tongue came in contact with Soraya’s breast. 
  Some words in Bedouin passed between Abdullah and Soraya. He leaned back in his seat not bothering to cover up his now flaccid cock. He picked up the hookah beside his chair, lighted it and took a deep draw. The sweet resin aroma of hashish slowly filled the room. 
  “My husband wishes to watch us give each other pleasure before he takes you for your first time,” said Soraya.
  “Oh lord, they’re going to screw me again,” moaned Eddie from across the room. Beatrice looked in Eddie’s direction to see that Ebrahim was replacing Hassan at Eddie’s rear. The other two brothers had also come into the room.
  “Do not worry, they will not harm him. He is learning to enjoy the feeling of a man’s cock in his bottom,” said Soraya reaching down to untie the rope binding Beatrice’s wrists. “Come let us pleasure each other.”
  Soraya removed the chain connecting Beatrice’s ankles then the one connecting her arms.
  I should resist thought Beatrice but what good would it do? Soraya has promised no harm will come to us. What I did with Abdullah wasn’t all that unpleasant. I should be more insistent that I remain a virgin but somehow I just don’t want to. It isn’t like Eddie or I have a choice.
  Beatrice felt a hand nudge her shoulder. She turned her head to see that Abdullah was offering her the pipe. Smoking was the one vice that Beatrice had personal knowledge of. She and her friends would bribe one of their servants to purchase a pack of Fatima. In the summer, the three girls would prepare a picnic lunch and steal off to spend the afternoon smoking.  However, Beatrice had no knowledge of hashish. Beatrice took the pipe stem in her mouth and inhaled.
  “Inhale but not deeply, hold for a moment, then slowly exhale,” said Soraya as she stood up to remove her clothes. 
  Beatrice took in the sweet smelling smoke and held it. Almost at once, she felt her head lighten. She was allowed three more puffs on the hookah before it was passed to Soraya who inhaled deeply then placed her lips against Beatrice’s and blew the smoke deep into Beatrice’s lung. 
  Beatrice’s next moments were a blur and her memories would be only fragments. Later she would recall burying her face between Soraya’s legs and how her mouth and lips became wet as she pushed them between the folds covering Soraya’s sex and feasted on its taste. She remembered the pungent, exotic flavor and how warm and wet it became when Beatrice traced her tongue over its folds and bumps. Finally, she recalled the cries of pleasure Soraya made when she reached that peak that caused her to wrap her legs around Beatrice’s head and squeeze them together extracting every last bit of pleasure from the moment.
  After her pleasuring of Soraya, Beatrice recalled that Soraya had used her mouth to pleasure Beatrice’s sex and that Beatrice had suffered such soul wrenching moments of ecstasy that she had lost consciousness. The idea of women giving each other pleasure was completely unknown to Beatrice but nonetheless when Soraya placed her lips on Beatrice’s sex, the young girl moaned loudly and arched her back.
  I did not know such joy was possible though Beatrice as her body accepted Soraya’s lovemaking. Beatrice allowed the pleasure to build and finally she reached that point where she too reacted like Soraya. She cried out and clutched the back of Soraya’s head forcing her mouth more firmly against her virgin sex. This is what is meant by sexual ecstasy thought Beatrice as her body twisted and her long legs trembled. I wish it could go on forever thought Beatrice moments before she lost consciousness.
   When Beatrice returned to awareness, she was resting on a thick carpet on her back. Her legs were spread wide and Abdullah was between them leaning forward with his cock in his hand. Soraya was lying beside Beatrice. One hand was holding open the folds covering Beatrice’s sex. The other hand was guiding Abdullah’s cock toward the fleshy entrance to Beatrice’s vagina.
  Beatrice moaned slightly as she felt Abdullah’s cock touch her opening. In another second, she felt a slight discomfort as the head moved forward into the well-lubricated orifice. It’s progress eventually arrested by the thin membrane of her hymen. Beatrice moaned as she sensed the head of Abdullah’s cock testing the proof of her purity. She could feel the pressure of his large member forcing open the narrow passage.
  “She is indeed a virgin. Allah has been generous today,” whispered Abdullah to his first wife
  Beatrice sensed that Abdullah had withdrawn slightly then a moment of expectant hesitation followed a slow gradual movement forward. She inhaled deeply as she felt a sharp twinge of pain. There was an instant of hesitation followed by a sudden acceleration of the hard pillar of maleness into her opening. The plunge only ended when Abdullah’s cock reached its maximum depth.
  A loud “oh” escaped Beatrice’s lips as she felt the column of flesh glide deep into her body only stopping when it reached its maximum possible depth. Beatrice arched her back as she felt Soraya’s fingers massage her clitoris.  
  My God she’s no longer a virgin thought Eddie looking between his legs toward the scene on the other side of the room. I thought she’d be screaming her head off but she’s acting like she’s enjoying it. Look at how she’s wrapping her arms round him. When it comes to taking young girl’s virginity, these Bedouins must know things that we don’t. 
  I wonder what happens next after Azeem finishes. Four Arabs have dumped jism in my ass. I’ll never be able to talk about this with anyone. If Beatrice and I manage to get out of this alive, I’ll have to swear her to secrecy. Thank God Hassan released my nuts. If he and Ebrahim keep sucking my cock, I’m going to give them a mouthful. I suppose that’s what they want. Yes, my little Bedouin cocksuckers, here is comes, swallow it.
  Beatrice had always wondered what sexual intercourse would be like. She had pictured herself in a large bed in one of the mansions along the Main Line. Her husband of only a few hours would be gentle and take care not to harm her. Kay, Rachel, and her had often fantasized about how handsome their future husband would be. They assumed they would be virgins on their wedding nights.
  But this was nothing like that. Abdullah rested on his muscular arms as he began to thrust into her vagina. At first, each downward thrust was uncomfortable as Abdullah’s sizeable member forced the narrow passage of her vagina. But then her sex slowly relaxed and her glands lubricated her sex, allowing for an easier passage. Discomfort was gradually replaced by pleasure. Soraya grasped Beatrice’s ankles and pulled her legs upwards and folding them across Abdullah’s lower back. This increased the contact of Beatrice’s clitoris with Abdullah’s hairy crotch. Sensing the need for even greater contact Beatrice moaned then tightened her thighs pulling Abdullah into her. Acting purely from instinct, she ground her clitoris against his hard male body and felt a wave of pleasure.
  The pleasure proved too intense for Beatrice and once more her pleasure reached its peak. Afterwards it subsided only slightly and each thrust of Abdullah’s cock returned her to a plateau of joy that made her wish Abdullah would never finish and his cock would always be inside her body.
  Finally, Beatrice saw that Abdullah’s breathing was more rapid and the rhythm of his thrusts was increasing. Ultimately, he gasped, convulsed, hammered his manhood into her vagina a half dozen times, then let out an animalistic cry and fell forward across her Beatrice’s heaving body.
  After Abdullah rolled to one side, Beatrice was helped to her feet and seated. Soraya passed her the hookah and she eagerly inhaled the sweet smoke. At some point, Eddie was seated beside her and she passed the hookah to him. He inhaled immediately.
  “You must rest for a while. My husband and I have decided you will remain with us for a few days. We will return you unharmed to your parents. You have the word of Abdullah Sayaid, Sherif of the Beni-Hasan for that.
  Beatrice and Eddie were taken to a room with a large bed. The tired and drugged pair tumbled in together and went fast asleep. 
*****
  “Come Beatrice,” said Aminah leading the American away from the bed where she had rested for an unknown number of hours. Beatrice looked back at the sprawled naked body of her brother. Beatrice stopped and admired his physique. She stared at his cock and the thought entered her mind that she would like Eddie to do to her the same as Abdullah. I know that’s not right thought Beatrice but here in the Kasbah everything seems different. Aminah touched her hand interrupting her reverie and she walked on.
  “Where are we going,” asked Beatrice following Aminah down a long hall?
  “To the wives and consorts,” responded Aminah as they entered a large room containing a bathing pool lined with exquisite ceramic tiles. Beatrice saw Soraya and Bashira lounging nude on the steps entering the pool. There were other younger girls splashing naked in the water
  “Beatrice, did you rest well,” asked Soraya?
  “Yes, but Eddie and I need to get back. Mother and Father will be terribly worried.” Beatrice had noticed that it was now dark outside. She had lost all track of time.
  “We have sent word to your parents that you are enjoying the hospitality of the Kasbah and you will be returned unharmed,” said Soraya. “Come eat, you must be hungry.”
  Beatrice felt less conspicuous since all the women were naked. A table was spread with pieces of fruit, breads, and even small cakes. A naked servant appeared with a bowl of scented water. She signaled for Beatrice to wash her hands and handed her a towel to dry them. 
  Accepting the pointlessness of further argument, Beatrice selected some fruit and cakes and sat down to eat. Soraya was right. She was very hungry.
  My goodness, these women have no sense of modesty when it comes to their bodies thought Beatrice. They seem perfectly natural without clothes. Beatrice recalled the time that she and her two best friends exposed their breasts to one another. It felt so wicked when she allowed Kay and Rachel to touch her nipples. Beatrice had been the instigator. It was only a brief touch. Kay had also exposed her breasts but Rachel had refused, probably because hers were so small.
  “Did my husband, please you?” said Bashira sitting down beside Beatrice.
  “Please me, how,” said Beatrice not understanding.
  “When he made love to you.”
  “Oh yes, it pleased me. It pleased me greatly. I thought Soraya was Abdullah’s wife,” said Beatrice.
  “Yes, she is. And so are Bashira and I. The Quran permits Abdullah to have four wives but he has taken only three so far,” said Bashira.
  “You don’t mind what Abdullah and I did this afternoon?”
  “No, why should I? As long as it gives him pleasure.”
  “I guess things are different in America,” said Beatrice trying to imagine her mother’s reaction if she found out her husband had other wives or even a mistress.
  “Come everyone, let’s enjoy Abdullah’s gift,” said Soraya placing a large wooden chest on a table. 
  Beatrice and the others gathered around as Soraya opened the chest. There was a collective “aah” from the group as Soraya lifted out a large beautifully bound book.
  “A friend from the East sent this gift to Abdullah,” whispered Bashira to Beatrice. 
  Soraya opened the book and then laid it on the table for everyone to see. Beatrice found herself looking at a finely detailed drawing of a woman being held between two men who were pushing their cocks in her from both front and rear. The people in the drawing were dressed in a Hindu fashion and there was even an Indian temple in the background.
  Soraya slowly turned the pages. Each page depicted males and females engaged in sexual acts sometimes in what Beatrice considered impossible positions. After several pages were turned, the drawing was of one woman kneeling before another seated female whose legs were spread. The kneeling female was using her mouth to pleasure the sex of her partner. Four smaller, inset drawings closely depicted the kneeling woman’s tongue licking the clitoris, labia, vaginal opening and even the anus.
  Soraya said something in Bedouin to the group and everyone smiled and looked at Beatrice expectantly.
  “I told them you were very gifted with your tongue and that we had made love to one another before Abdullah took your virginity,” said Soraya to Beatrice in English.
  Beatrice blushed not knowing how to respond.
  Soraya turned more pages. There were many pictures of women having sex with one another. Beatrice found herself staring at a scene of two women making simultaneous love to each other’s sex. Standing over the women on top was a man with his penis embedded in the woman’s vagina.
  I wonder how that would feel thought Beatrice finding herself growing warm between her legs. Her naked hip was resting against Bashira on one side and Aminah on the other. Beatrice found the proximity of the two beautiful women erotic.
  “You find that one interesting,” Soraya asked Beatrice.
  “Very,” responded Beatrice. 
  Soraya said something in Bedouin. Bashira placed her arms around Beatrice and embraced her for a kiss. Beatrice felt hands on her breasts as she returned Bashira’s kiss. The two women lay back on the cushions exchanging kisses. Beatrice sensed movement around her. When she glanced to the side, she saw that the others had embraced. She also saw that Soraya and Aminah had removed something from the chest. Beatrice kissed Bashira’s breasts sucking on the dark nipples. Beatrice moaned when Bashira’s mouth explored first her breasts then descended to her sex. 
  Remembering the drawing, Beatrice changed positions until she was on top of Bashira with her head between those lovely thighs and her lips teasing the dark curly hairs surrounding her clitoris. Beatrice felt Bashira’s mouth slowly open her own labia and her tongue probe the entrance to Beatrice’s vagina.  Bashira’s tongue circled Beatrice’s clitoris causing Beatrice to cry out.
  I never dreamed that there could exist such pleasure thought Beatrice. She felt something slip between her buttocks. Beatrice glanced back over her shoulder. She saw Aminah standing there with her hips and thighs encased in leather straps. She had just finished tightening several buckles.  Covering Aminah’s sex was a solid leather piece and protruding from that were two pillars of gutta-percha. The larger and lower one was modeled after a man’s penis. Veins coursed along the sides and the mushroom head flared outward. The upper, smaller one was thinner and formed with rings of increasing size.
  Aminah stepped to where she stood by Beatrice. She reached down to raise Beatrice’s head so she could more closely examine the leather harness and instruments of pleasure that it held.
  She plans to act as a man thought Beatrice as she ran her hand over the long thick column. It’s much larger than Abdullah’s and his felt huge. I wonder if it will hurt. Perhaps it will but in some way deep in side my being I crave its pain. 
  Beatrice impulsively took the counterfeit penis in her mouth and licked it. After a few moments, Aminah moved to Beatrice’s rear. Beatrice felt oil being rubbed into her anus.
  She’s going to do to me what her brothers did to Eddie realized Beatrice. Beatrice felt the tip of the smaller dildo penetrate her anus. A second later the mushroom head pushed into her vaginal opening.
  Beatrice reapplied her mouth to Bashira’s sex as she felt Aminah move forward. Slowly, inexorably her vagina and rectum filled. The pressure of the two objects interacted creating a whole greater than the parts. Bashira’s mouth played across her clitoris and labia.
  It was not long before Beatrice reached a plateau of erotic pleasure that lasted to where Beatrice thought she would go insane from ecstasy. Finally, she crashed. Her body was covered with sweat and her sex was coated with the products of her glands.
  When Beatrice recovered, Soraya offered her an implement similar to that Aminah wore. Soraya helped her strap it tightly to her body, all the while exchanging passionate kisses and touches. Beatrice was surprised to learn that the inside of the harness was lined with gutta-percha formed into soft nubs that would simulate her own clitoris and the counterfeit penis did not end at her groin but there was another end that she inserted deep into her vagina. 
  At that point, Beatrice left all her careful Philadelphia upbringing behind. Her sense of right and wrong, her civilization and culture became non-existent. Her mind cast off all trappings of morality and she became focused on her own erotic enjoyment. It became a ravenous hunger she had to feed. She felt like a lioness in the jungle as she moved among the women. At times, she gave pleasure using her mouth and newly acquired penises. Other times, she accepted it luxuriating in the feel of penetration; her body conscious of each millimeter as a long penis was forced into her rectum and on into her bowel. 
  Beatrice lost all conscious desires and senses other than those associated with the stimulation of her sexual being. She saw only those things that gave her pleasure. The taste and smell of the other women’s sex dominated her mind. Beatrice found that every part of her body could give or receive sexual ecstasy. 
  The feeling of Soraya’s tiny feet and the taste of each individual toe thrilled her. Beatrice plunged her tongue into Soraya’s anus and reveled in the aroma and sensation of that forbidden part of the body.
  She made passionate love to Bashira’s ears and Aminah’s neck. Beatrice took Safia, Soraya’s daughter, a girl in her teens and treated her as a conquest. Beatrice forced the girl’s legs apart and entered her roughly. She slammed her fake penis into the small girl seeking to penetrate her as deeply as possible. She lay on the girl’s outstretched body like a man.   
  She held Safia’s jaw in her hand, forcing her mouth open and pushing her tongue into Safia’s mouth.  Safia responded and both women became slippery with sweat as they sought to please one another. Beatrice buried her face in Safia’s armpit and used her tongue to course through the dark curly hair.
  At the end, exhaustion took over and Beatrice reluctantly had to stop. After more food and a brief rest, Beatrice swam in the pool to clean her body of the mixture of fluids that coated her flesh. 
  “You are sleeping with me tonight,” said Bashira leading Beatrice away from the others.
  “All right,” said Beatrice fatigued from hours of lovemaking.
  “I have a surprise for you but that will be later after we have slept.”
  
*****
  It’s hard to believe that I am sucking the cock of the man who raped my sister and took her virginity thought Eddie. And that was after his sons sodomised me. Still I’m not in any position to resist even if I wanted to. Eddie grasped the base of Abdullah’s scrotum and licked as he recalled the events of the last few hours. It had started when Hassan awakened him out of a deep sleep.
   Hassan had awakened Eddie. His first thoughts were of his sister.
   “Where is my sister,” demanded Eddie.
  “She is with my mother and the others. They are bathing.”
  “We need to return to our hotel,” said Eddie. Where are my clothes?”
  “My father has decided you will stay with us a few days,” said Hassan. “He will send word to your parents that you are our guests. You can have your clothes tomorrow.”
  “Where am I going?” asked Eddie.
  “To my father, he has chosen you for his bed tonight,” said Hassan.
  “Hassan, while I appreciate you saving us from the mob, we have to get back. In America, we don’t do what your brothers did to me this afternoon,” said Eddie.
  “But you are not in America, you are in the Kasbah,” said Hassan as they arrived at a door which Hassan opened then stepped aside. Eddie entered and the door closed behind leaving Hassan in the hallway. Eddie listened to Hassan’s footsteps as he walked away.
  Eddie stepped slowly into the large bedroom. Dominating the room was an enormous bed and dominating that bed was the naked form of Abdullah. Abdullah was looking toward Eddie and gestured for him to approach.
  Eddie slowly climbed upon the bed not knowing what to expect. He was surprised when Abdullah took two bowls of food from a nearby table and handed one to Eddie. The smell of food reminded Eddie how hungry he was. He had not eaten since breakfast.
  “Eat, eat,” said Abdullah.
  Eddie watched Abdullah for a moment then decided to imitate him as Abdullah tore off a piece of the flat bread and scoped up the rice like mixture on it and ate. The food tasted good. They ate in silence.
   When Abdullah finished, he belched loudly. Somewhere in one of the guidebooks, Eddie recalled reading that guests of Bedouins showed their appreciation of the food by belching loudly so Eddie belched. Abdullah smiled as he took the bowl from Eddie and placed it on the table.
  Either he will he wants his cock sucked or he’s going to sodomise me wondered Eddie. Once again, he was surprised when Abdullah placed his arm around Eddie’s shoulders and drew him to his chest. Eddie was positively shocked when Abdullah placed his lips on Eddie’s and kissed him. 
  I’ll just pretend this is Kay or Rachel or even Beatrice thought Eddie as he closed his eyes and returned Abdullah’s kisses. The kisses grew more insistent and Eddie opened his mouth to receive Abdullah’s tongue. Eddie slowly relaxed and placed his arms around Abdullah’s back drawing them close. Eddie’s almost hairless chest was pressed against Abdullah’s hairy pectorals and Eddie found himself thrilled to be in Abdullah’s arms.
  My God what is happening to me though Eddie. I’m not a queer. If I ever get out of this, I promise never to touch another man as long as I live. But here and now in the Kasbah, I cannot resist. Thank God no one will ever know. Beatrice and I will keep each other’s secrets.
  Eddie opened his mouth wide to draw in Abdullah’s tongue as he felt a broad strong hand travel down his leg and gently grab the base of his scrotum. The hand massaged the flesh underneath his balls and Eddie’s cock hardened. 
  Abdullah’s mouth lowered itself to Eddie’s nipples and the gentle bites and sucking that followed sent Eddie into a realm of pleasure where he cared nothing for the morality he practiced back in Philadelphia. His body soared with ecstasy as Abdullah’s hand worked his cock and his lips pleasured Eddie’s nipples before finally returning to his mouth.
  I never knew a man could give such pleasure to another man thought Eddie as he surrendered his body. He can do with me what he wants. 
  Abdullah’s mouth traveled down Eddie’s abdomen stopping for a moment at his navel. Eddie moaned with pleasure as the warm wet tongue explored his belly button.  Then slowly the tongue descended further until a quick flick across the tip of his member announced its arrival at Eddie’s cock.
  A warm mouth engulfed his cockhead while a hand kept pressure on his balls. Eddie’s body melted into the bed as Abdullah shifted his position to between Eddie’s outstretched legs.
  Abdullah sucked Eddie’s young man cock taking pleasure from the act. Abdullah had an equal preference for males or females. But at the moment, he was totally focused on using his mouth to extract Eddie’s semen. 
  I must taste and swallow this beautiful boy’s seed rhapsodized Abdullah as he brought himself in a moment of pure ecstasy. The boy’s increasingly rapid breathing tells me that I will soon taste his essence. 
  Accompanied by several unintelligible words of passion, Eddie’s cock erupted in Abdullah’s mouth. Abdullah continued until Eddie’s seed was exhausted. Abdullah repositioned himself beside Eddie and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
  They lay close together for a few minutes catching their breath.
  I guess its my turn decided Eddie as he raised himself on one elbow then leaned in to take Abdullah’s nipple in his mouth and suck it. The moan that escaped Abdullah’s lips signaled to Eddie that he was performing, as he should. 
  But it was the moment when he placed Abdullah’s fully erect cock in his mouth that tipped Eddie over into a world of pleasure he wouldn’t thought have existed. The heat and energy that filled his mouth overwhelmed him. His tongue delighted in the feel of its weight. 
  This is wonderful thought Eddie. These Bedouins do know things unknown back in the states. Eddie pushed the column of flesh deep into his mouth until he felt the tapered head enter the opening of his throat. Eddie’s lips tightened around its circumference as he slowly retreated to where only the mushroom shaped cockhead remained in his mouth. He washed his tongue over the head as his hand wrapped around the shaft and stroked it.
  Eddie’s prior sexual experience consisted of masturbation and on two occasions, he and Winchell had jerked each other off in the stables.
  Inexorably, Abdullah’s body approached an orgasm. He placed his hands on the side of Eddie’s skull and began to control the rate and depth of his thrusts into Eddie’s mouth. Finally, Eddie was rewarded with a mouthful of warm semen that he gulped down.
  Afterwards, they slept for a while. Eddie awakened with the sensation of a mouth sensuously kissing and licking his asshole. Two strong hands held his buttocks apart and the mouth slowly moistened his butthole until it relaxed. Then the very tip of a tongue pushed past his sphincter causing Eddie to moan.
  I hope he fucks my ass thought Eddie surprising himself. I can’t help it if that’s what I want. I want him to stick that big hard cock in my asshole and fuck me hard.
  Abdullah’s mouth feasted on the almost hairless brown ring. Delicious decided Abdullah. He tastes wonderful.
  Abdullah positioned Eddie in the tabletop position. He poured a small amount of oil on Eddie’s butthole then mounted him. Abdullah took his time savoring each instant as his penetrated Eddie’s rectum. 
  Eddie’s discomfort was momentary. His body reveled in the pressure created by the passage of Abdullah’s cock into his bowels. 
  “Oh God, please fuck me, fuck me,” begged Eddie as he pushed back attempting to force Abdullah’s cock ever deeper inside his body. 
  They changed positions. Eddie found himself sitting on Abdullah’ groin using his feet to raise and lower himself. Abdullah’s hand stroked Eddie’s cock as Eddie drove downward eager to deepen his penetration. Eddie reached down to twist Abdullah’s nipples between his fingers.
  Once again, they changed. Abdullah had rolled over on top of Eddie. He grasped the boy’s ankles and placed them on his broad shoulders. 
  “Oh yea, fuck me like a woman, fuck me like you did my sister,” said Eddie as Abdullah slammed his cock into Eddie’s rectum.
  They ended they way they started with Eddie’s face buried in a pillow and his rear directed upward.
  Abdullah moved slowly wanting their mutual pleasure to last. But oh too soon, Abdullah’s powerful hands clutched his boyish hips and the thrusts became demanding. Eddie sensing the approach of Abdullah’s climax grabbed his own cock in one hand and began to stroke it. 
  They climaxed together. Abdullah fell forward pushing Eddie into the soft bed. He waited as his cock softened and slowly withdrew from Eddie’s rectum. Once it popped out, Abdullah rolled onto his back, drew Eddie to him, kissed him softly. After that he extinguished the lamp and they slept.   
*****
  “You will stay for us for a while, then you will be returned unharmed. For that you have the word of Abdullah Sayaid, Sherif of the Beni-Hasan,” were the words Eddie recalled as Hassan took him from the bed of the sheik. Hassan conducted Eddie down a hallway to another bedroom, opened the door and stood aside. Eddie assumed that he was spending the rest of the night with Hassan but when he walked into the dark room, the door closed behind him.
  Eddie heard the soft breathing of others as he stepped in the general direction of the bed. When he reached it, he could see a sliver of moonlight partially illuminating the naked bodies of two women. One of the women was Beatrice and the other was Bashira. Bashira awakened and extended her arm toward Eddie for him to join her in the bed. In spite of his exhaustion, Eddie felt his manhood stir at the sight of the beautiful naked girl.
  Damn why does Beatrice have to be here thought Eddie. I can’t very well enjoy myself with Bashira with Beatrice sleeping less than a foot away. God they are both beautiful. Still she is my sister.
  Eddie lay down beside Bashira then rolled over and kissed her. They kissed for a while. Then Bashira took his cock in her mouth and sucked it hard. In the moonlight, Eddie watched as Bashira made love to his penis, showing incredible skill in the manner she gave him pleasure. Soon, he could hold back no longer and he flooded her mouth with his semen.  Afterwards, he quickly fell asleep.
  Eddie was awakened by the sound of a male groin coming into repeating contact with a female abdomen. He slowly opened one eye. On the other side of the large bed, Ebrahim had mounted Beatrice and was thrusting into her. Beatrice’s long legs were wrapped around the young man’s flanks. Eddie watched his sister’s thighs tense each time Ebrahim pushed his glistening hard cock into Beatrice’s vagina. Beatrice hand was clutching her nipple and she was moaning and making guttural sounds as they fucked.
  The angle of the sun filtering through the shades indicated it was already afternoon. 
  She’s become a wanton woman; a whore and its all my fault decided Eddie. I should have refused to bring her. 
  Eddie felt a naked body behind him and turned around to see Bashira and Aminah in each other’s arms. When Bashira saw that Eddie was awake, she climbed over him. Eddie found himself between two beautiful Bedouin women. Aminah reached down and grabbed the base of Eddie’s nuts and gave them a gentle squeeze.
  “We are going to spend the day like this,” said Bashira.
  “How do you mean?” said Eddie.
  “Making love with you and Beatrice. Abdullah’s sons are going to each have your sister while we watch. If you wish, you can have us while Beatrice is with them,” said Bashira.
  Over the next several hours, Eddie made love to Bashira and Aminah while the four brothers took Beatrice in turn.
  Young Safia joined them after a while and Eddie took her while everyone watched. As the afternoon progressed, the sex became more general and Eddie screwed Hassan in the ass and Hassan returned the favor.
  At some point, Soraya entered and had sex with both Eddie and Beatrice at the same time. They ate, smoked hashish, and then returned to their lovemaking. They formed groups and filled each other’s holes.
  If only Winchell and the others could see me now thought Eddie. Of course, they’d never speak to me again and I’d have to move to Wyoming and live in a tent since my cock is buried in my sister’s pussy.  I never dreamed it would feel this good to have your cock inside a woman. And look at the way; she’s sucking Azeem’s cock. You’d think she’d been trained by one of the great French courtesans, one of the les Grandes Horizontales. Winchell’s brother says they are the most gifted at pleasing a man. Still from the look on Azeem’s face, it’s hard to image anyone doing a better job than Beatrice. Just look at her go.
  Eddie’s slow fucking of Beatrice halted for a moment when he sensed that someone was parting his butt cheeks. Eddie glanced back to see that Hassan was kneeling behind him. Eddie felt warm oil being poured on the top of his butt crack. The oil coursed down onto Eddie’s sphincter. Hassan fingers pushed pass Eddie’s anal ring causing the young American youth to moan in pleasure.
  I never dreamed I’d have my cock buried in my sister while Hassan gets me ready for a good cornholing thought Eddie as he twisted around and kissed Hassan on the mouth. Both boys intertwined tongues before Eddie leaned forward to signal his willingness to take Hassan’s cock in his ass. Eddie groaned in anticipation as she felt two hands separate his buttocks and a hard column of male flesh touch the center of his anus. Eddie’s hands grasped Beatrice’s hips pulling her deeper onto his cock as he leaned back eager for his penetration.
  Here is comes thought Eddie to himself. Give it to me Hassan. Slip that Bedouin cock of yours in as far as it will go. Oh that feels so damn good was Eddie’s response as Hassan’s cock passed into his rectum. Eddie let out a hiss of air when he fell Hassan’s balls alongside his own.
  Eddie watched in amazement as Jamal performed a standing straddle of Beatrice’s back and offered his cock to Eddie’s mouth. Jamal’s cock smelled of Beatrice and Bashira’s cunt. Eddie did not hesitate to accept the glistening member into his mouth.
  Eddie realized that the current tableau must be similar of one of those practiced in Roman times. When the Mason’s visited Pompeii, Eddie and his father had gone on a different tour from his mother and Beatrice. Their guide had shown them elaborate wall murals in the Roman baths where bodies of men and women were juxtaposed in an incredible profusion of naked bodies. Males and females were intermixed almost at random.
  “That sort of depravity was what brought down the Roman Empire, the greatest empire the world has ever see,” said John Mason when they were looking at a particularly graphic scene.
  My cock is buried in my wonderful sister’s incredibly hot and tight pussy. Hassan is fucking my ass and my mouth is making love to Jamal’s cock. Beatrice has Ebrahim’s cock in her mouth and underneath her is Bashira sucking her clit while Azeem is fucking Bashira’s pussy. 
  After a while, Beatrice changed positions with Bashira. However Beatrice took up a position behind Hassan and buried her face between his butt cheeks. Beatrice licked and sucked Hassan’s ass as he fucked her brother.
  Their youthful energy and the eroticism of the copulation propelled them along for hours until at last exhaustion set in. Completely spent, Eddie curled up against Beatrice with his limp cock resting between her buttocks. They slept for twelve hours.
  
*****
    “She dances well,” said Mustafa to Eddie referring to Beatrice who along with the other young Bedouin girls was dancing around the fire in the center of the tent.  Night had descended on the encampment.  
  “And she is very beautiful. You are lucky to have such a sister for your bed,” added Mustafa, Abdullah’s younger brother and the most renowned warrior among all the Bedouins of the Sahara.
  That morning the Sayaid household had aroused early. Hassan had provided Eddie the garb of a Bedouin prince and Beatrice was dressed as a Bedouin princess.  Eddie had spent some time admiring his appearance in the mirror. 
  Damn if I don’t look pretty good thought Eddie as he viewed himself. He had also been impressed with his sister’s beauty when she appeared with the lower half of her face covered with a veil.
  “Today, we ride to Wahdi Absalu to be with our tribe,” announced Soraya in response to Eddie’s question about all the preparations for their departure.
  “Ride on what?” asked Beatrice somewhat distracted by the many beautiful bracelets that Soraya had given her to wear.
  “Camels,” answered Hassan.
  “But we’ve never ridden a camel. Do you have any horses?” said Eddie. He and Beatrice were both excellent riders.
  “Horses die in the desert. You will learn,” said Hassan.
  And learn they did. When the household emerged past the gate, there was a party of heavily armed Bedouin warriors along with a sufficient number of ridding camels. Much to the amusement of the household, Beatrice more quickly mastered the skills needed to ride a camel than their brother. 
  It had taken several hours to reach the oasis where the tribe was camped. Along the way, Abdullah had explained to Eddie that every third month the tribe gathered at the Wahdi. He had also told him some interesting things about his Bedouin tribe.
     “My brother, Mustafa, has killed eleven men and he carries the scars of six great wounds on his body,” said Abdullah to Eddie as the two were ridding beside each other toward the Wahdi were the Beni-Hasan were camped.
  “He must be a great warrior,” said Eddie.
  “Mustafa is also renowned for something we women can appreciate more than killing,” said Bashira to Beatrice who were ridding nearby and overheard Abdullah.
  “What? I don’t understand,” said Beatrice. 
  “Oh,” laughed Beatrice responding to an unmistakable arm gesture by Bashira.
  “And I suppose you have sampled that,” said Beatrice coyly.
  “Yes, and so will you, Beatrice,” said Soraya ridding nearby. 
  It had taken until almost noon to reach the Wahdi. Beatrice had disappeared into a tent with the other women and Eddie had gone with the men. Everyone slept during the heat of the day but once dark came, the tribe prepared to celebrate their reunion.
  In the center of the camp was an enormous tent. Hassan conducted Eddie to a place of honor reserved for guests. Eddie was introduced to the elders of the tribe including Mustafa and an elderly man called Rashid who according to Hassan was a poet, a wise man and one who could tell the future by reading the stars.
  After the men dined, a small group of musicians began to play. Eddie was talking with Hassan and Ebrahim when everyone turned as a group of young girls entered dancing.
Eddie was amazed to see his sister clad in an abbreviated costume. 
  My God Beatrice is beautiful thought Eddie and so is that one. Eddie was referring to a young Bedouin girl whose beauty was breathtaking Eddie noticed that she smiling at him as she danced. 
  At first, the music was slow and the women danced sensuously. Beatrice moved forward to look directly into Mustafa’s eyes as she slowly shook her hips and breasts. She leaned toward the giant warrior using her shoulders to shake her large breasts. Beatrice danced away when Mustafa wet his lips and even reached for her. 
  The tempo of the music increased and the women danced faster around the fire. Eddie once again found himself facing the same beautiful Bedouin girl. It was obvious from looking around the room that each of the dancers had picked out a man to entice.
  The dancing reached a frenzy. At some point, the women shed their tops. Eddie could see Beatrice dancing topless just outside the reach of Mustafa. All of a sudden the music stopped. Mustafa immediately stood up, grabbed Beatrice and threw her over his shoulder and ran out of the tent. Ceasing the moment, Eddie slung his Bedouin girl over his shoulder and ran off with her. 
  “What is your name,” Eddie asked as he walked toward an empty tent.
  “Kalil, I am yours,” she said.
  Eddie and Kalil made passionate move under the desert sky.
 
*****
  “I’ve never seen a more beautiful sky or so many stars,” said Beatrice. “I hate that we’re leaving the camp tomorrow. I could stay here forever and become a Bedouin.”
  “It was just a short visit. Still, it has been wonderful. It’s the desert air that I love. It’s so clean and pure, nothing like Philly,” said Eddie. They had ridden a short distance away from the camp to a small deserted oasis. It was still daylight when they arrived. Beatrice had surprised Eddie by stripping off all her clothes and wading into the spring fed pool. Eddie had followed his sister’s lead. They had swam and played in the cool clear water. Then they had lain in the warm sand and made love. They had fallen asleep afterwards awakening in the darkness of night. In the distance, they could see the flickering lights of the Bedouin camp.
  “That was wonderful,” purred Beatrice reaching over to place her hand on her brother’s cock.
  “Yes, quite enjoyable,” replied Eddie turning himself on his side facing his sister and placing his hand on her breast.
  “Enjoyable, how utterly blasé for a young boy who was a virgin until two weeks ago. How many Bedouin girls have you made love to since we got here?” asked Beatrice.
  “Perhaps not as many girls as you have boys,” said Eddie gently squeezing Beatrice’s breast.
  “You’ve also had your share of boys and I have of girls. Which do you like better?’
  “Girls of course,” said Eddie.
  “Liar, I’ve seen the look on your face when Hassan or Ebrahim are up your bum, pure pleasure.”
  “And I’ve seen you moaning and sighing when Bashira or Soraya have their mouths down here,” said Eddie cupping his sister’s sex.
  “I must admit that I like what we do with both sexes. I even made love with Rashid this afternoon.”
  “My God, he must be a hundred,” said Eddie continuing to massage Beatrice’s sex. His fingertips grazed the opening to her vagina and he was pleased that he felt wetness.
  “Rashid claims to have lived seventy four summers. He does not know his actual birthday.”
  “You should be ashamed, having sex with a Bedouin wise man,” said Eddie leaning over to take Beatrice’s nipples between his lips.
  “He was quite capable. He lay on his back and I used my mouth to get him hard. That did take a while. Then I mounted him and rode him like the desert wind until he popped. He was very grateful. He gave me this,” said Beatrice displaying an ornately decorated silver bracelet.
  “You shouldn’t have taken it. You know what they call women who provide sex for money,” said Eddie.
  “Prostitutes, but it was not a payment it was a gift. He insisted I take it. Isn’t it beautiful?”
  “Yes, very, you know when we get back to Philadelphia we can’t tell anybody about what happened here,” said Eddie.
  “Who said we’re ever going back to Philly?  I’m staying here and marry Rashid,” said Beatrice.
  “A few more rides by you and Rashid will be no more and you’d be a widow. Seriously, assuming we do get back home, we’ll have to keep quiet,” said Eddie.
  “I can’t tell Kay and Rachel how much you like Hassan’s cock in your bottom or how much you like to fuck your sister,” said Beatrice teasingly.
  “Absolutely not, who taught you that word? It’s not ladylike,” said Eddie.
  “Fuck is just another word for having intercourse. Rachel learned it somewhere.”
  “Well, it’s a very dirty word and not ever to be spoken again, understood?” said Eddie.
  “Understood, before we go back, I have a request,” said Beatrice reaching over to find her dress and take something from a pocket.
  “What,” asked Eddie?
  “I want you to fuck me in the ass. I brought some of the oil you and Hassan use.”
  “Really, you’re deplorable,” said Eddie?
  “I have one virgin hole left and I want my brother to have it,” said Beatrice assuming the tabletop position.
  “Leave your bottom high but rest your head on the sand. Relax and allow your stomach to sink downward,” said Eddie changing his position.
  “You’ve become quite an expert. I wonder if the girls in New Haven know what an accomplished lover is headed their way. Like this,” asked Beatrice elevating her rear while resting her head on her arms.
  “Yes, before I use the oil, let me use my mouth on your remaining virgin hole,” said Eddie using his hands to part Beatrice’s buttocks. He took a moment to admire the small brown hole surrounded by wrinkled tissue. “You know this could hurt a bit.”
  “Remember, I’m the one that made love with Mustafa last night,” said Beatrice referring to Abdullah’s brother, a Bedouin renown as both a warrior and the possessor of the largest cock in Morocco.
  “You squealed like a stuck pig when he sunk it home,” said Eddie recalling how Beatrice yelled when the giant Arab had impaled Beatrice. “We could hear you all over the camp.”
  “That was a squeal of joy not of pain. Oh that feels good,” said Beatrice reacting to Eddie’s lips and tongue as he slowly licked her anus. “No wonder you like it when Hassan takes you.”
  “Be quiet and enjoy it. Listen to the wind stirring the sand and forget everything else,” said Eddie.
  “Is that what Ebrahim says before he cornholes you?”
  “Another nasty word that should not be spoken by young ladies,” whispered Eddie.
  “Kay taught me that one. She caught her young brother corn holing his best friend in the basement, last winter. She made them tell her what they were doing.”
  “Marcus, he’s just a kid,” exclaimed Eddie.
  “He’s almost sixteen. Kay said his cock was huge. Terence was grunting and whining as Marcus fucked him,” said Beatrice.
  “Wait until you get mine in your little behind. You’ll be begging me to stop,” said Eddie right before placing the tip of his tongue at Beatrice’s opening and pushing forward to penetrate his sister’s anus with his tongue.
  “No, I won’t. Oh, that feels divine. Actually, I hope it does hurt, at least a little.”
  Eddie applied his lips and tongue to his sister’s anus. His fingers slowly massaged her clitoris, occasionally teasing the opening to her vagina. Eddie’s efforts were rewarded with low moans and purring sounds made by Beatrice.
  I’m afraid my sister has become a wanton woman thought Eddie. They say a female who experiences this kind of perverted sex never is satisfied again with a normal sex life. Winchell says that’s how women become whores and come to work in bordellos. They have sex with their father and brothers. Afterwards, they’re ruined and they become sluts eager to couple with any man that will have them. Well, whatever becomes of Beatrice, it’s not my fault. Still, the manner her butthole opens and pulses and the wetness of her pussy mean, she is already a fallen woman.
  “I’m ready for your cock,” whispered Beatrice reaching between her legs to rub her clit.
  Eddie uncapped the small bottle of oil. The moonlight allowed him to accurately pour a small amount on Beatrice’s brown-rimmed hole. He began to slowly work it in with his fingers. A hiss of air escaped Beatrice’s lips as Eddie’s index finger forced her anal ring to give way and the first joint of the digit enter her rectum.
  “I told you it might hurt,” said Eddie.
  “The pain was pleasure, the pleasure was pain, more, do not spare me. I watched you and Hassan cornhole Azeem. Do me like you did him,” said Beatrice recalling the hard and brutal thrusts that Hassan and Eddie took when they sodomised the youngest of the brothers and how at the finish his rectum was open and semen the color of river pearls slowly seeped from Azeem’s still open butthole.
    Dammit, I’ll give her exactly what she wants thought Eddie as he pushed a second finger into Beatrice’s hole then spread the fingers to distend her anal ring. I’m going to give her the ass fucking she wants. She may be my sister but she’s also a slut. When we return to the Kasbah, Hassan and I and his brothers will tie her over the carpet holder and we’ll all fuck her pretty little ass till she begs us to stop. 
  Eddie poured the oil directly into Beatrice’s open rectum. 
  “Oh yes, that is heavenly. It makes me warm and I feel the need for something larger than your finger in my ass,” said Beatrice reveling in the sensations being created by Eddie’s fingers and Hassan’s oil.
  Eddie could wait no longer. He rose to a crouch, adjusting Beatrice’s stance to where her bottom was pointing almost vertically. He looked down at the well-oiled brown hole as he positioned his cock head at its center and pushed downward. At first, there was resistance but soon the sphincter gave way and the tip of Eddie’s cock disappeared inside.
  “You’re in and it’s wonderful,” whispered Beatrice.
  “It’s tight,” said Eddie enjoying the sensations created by the presence of his cock in his sister’s ass. To Eddie, the feelings were marvelous as her sphincter hugged his cock head.
Eddie began to press downward. His cock moved slowly into the rectum and then surged forward to navigate Beatrice’s lower bowel. Eddie lowered himself until his balls touched Beatrice’s vaginal lips and his descent ended.
  “Oh that is so good, brother, it hurts but in such a pleasurable fashion. I could spend my entire life with your cock in my ass,” murmured Beatrice. Her fingers were kneading her clitoris and between the feeling created by her own hand and those of Eddie’s cock she was in ecstasy.
  Eddie used his muscular legs to descend and ascend as he began a regular intrusion of his cock into Beatrice.
  I can’t believe how tight and warn her butthole is thought Eddie. It hugs my cock and makes me want to cum. I must control myself at least for a little while longer.
  “Fuck my ass, Eddie, fuck it hard,” said Beatrice swept up in the feelings of wickedness and depravity that overcame her. Beatrice understood that not only was she engaged in incest with her brother but also it was a sexual act of a most perverted nature. However, her prior feelings of right and wrong were ripped to nothingness as she gave all her being over to the ecstasy of the moment, caring for nothing except the pleasures of her body.
  The two coupled under the desert moon. Eddie thrust himself downward, seeking to reach a greater depth on each descent. Eddie’s actions became quicker and more forceful as he plunged time and again into that warm hole that drew his manhood inward. It was if a powerful vacuum sucked him toward her core, pulling him along a path with energy unknown to physics. Finally, the pleasure became too great and the demand for release unavoidable and with a shout Eddie felt his semen burst from his scrotum and pass upward to spill out into his sister’s bowel.  Five times, his body convulsed. Each time, more of his seed came forth. Eddie covered in sweat collapsed onto Beatrice’s back then slid down beside her.
  Afterwards, they did not speak. They bathed in the pool, then dressed and rode silently back to the camp.  
  
*****
  “You must return to your parents,” said Soraya to Eddie and Beatrice. They were standing on the roof of the house looking out over the harbor. They had just returned from the Wahdi.
  “Why, I want to stay here with you and Abdullah,” responded Beatrice wrapping her arms around Soraya.
  “Why do we have to go now?  I don’t have to go to Yale for another month. We can stay longer. Let’s send word to mother and father to go on and we’ll join them later,” added Eddie.
  “See that great warship in the harbor,” said Soraya.
  “Yes, but what has this to do with us?” said Beatrice looking out at the ship that dominated Marrakesh Harbor. Its guns were trained on the city. Several smaller warships surrounded it. The flag of the United Sates fluttered from its fantail.
   “That is the battleship New York. Your father has demanded you be returned. He must be a very rich and powerful Sherif. The American Admiral has announced that if you are not returned, he will send a company of Marines into the Kasbah to find you. You must go back,” said Soraya.
  “But we could hide,” said a tearful Beatrice.
  “If the American Marines come, the residents of the Kasbah will resist. Many people will be killed. You do not want innocent blood on your hands,” said Soraya.

*****
  “Back to where the sun is cold,” said Beatrice as she and Eddie approached their hotel. Hassan and Ebrahim, their escorts, had slipped away moment before. Beatrice was holding her bonnet in one hand and a package of finely crafter jewelry in the other. She was wearing the same blue dress the day she left the hotel. It had been cleaned and pressed. Beatrice was astounded that the bonnet that had disappeared was returned undamaged. However, Beatrice refused to wear it. She had insisted that a Bedouin veil covered her face and hair.
  “It was an idyllic week,” commented Eddie. “I won’t ever forget it.”
  “What are we going to tell our parents about what we did?” said Beatrice.
  “The less the better,” replied Eddie realizing that there would be a serious concern on their parts as to whether Beatrice was sexually molested.
  “If I say my virtue is intact, will they believe me?” said Beatrice.
  “Possibly, that’s what they want to believe,” said Eddie.
  “All right, I’ll do that,” said Beatrice. “I’ll say that the Quran required them to respect the fact that I am a virgin.”
  “How do you feel about what we did together?” asked Eddie.
  “You are my dear brother and I love you,” said Beatrice.
  “In the Kasbah, it didn’t seem so bad but back home in Philadelphia, things may look differently,” said Eddie.
  “When we return and things are back to normal, you must come to me and we will make love again,” said Beatrice taking Eddie’s hand in hers.
  “Really,” said Eddie.
  “Yes, now that I have known the pleasure of a man’s body, I do not intend to live without it. You are the one I trust and I want you in my bed,” said Beatrice stopping to embrace Eddie. She kissed him passionately. Then they broke their embrace and walked the last few yards to the hotel.
  
Epilogue
  Four years after the Masons returned from their grand tour, Beatrice’s parents were killed in a train accident. Beatrice had successfully resisted her mother’s attempt to marry her off to various members of minor European nobility. Beatrice and Edward became the heirs to an enormous estate. Beatrice promptly sold all her property in Philadelphia and placed the proceeds in a trust then booked passage on a steamer to Morocco.
  One in Marrakesh, she re-established her relation to Abdullah and Soraya. They assisted her in the purchase of a large residence in the Kasbah that she populated with beautiful young Bedouin men and girls.
  Edward Mason married the Mellon heiress upon graduating from Yale. He took a position in the Mellon Bank, fathered two children, and was considered one of the up and coming business leaders of Philadelphia.
  However, shortly after his thirty-first birthday, he abandoned his family and joined his sister in the Kasbah.
  Together, they lived for pleasure the rest of their days.