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Leisure languages ​​stubbornly spread this story to all corners, like chickens spread their droppings if let them into the house. How much truth is in it, how much lies, how much lust, demanding satisfaction not fornication, so verbiage, - we do not know.

Anyway, once in the capital of one of the countless emirates, which once powerful Arab Caliphate fell apart, two distinguished guests arrived (there are notes in the palace chronicles). One of them is Mammul, the young prince of Khachistan (may Allah be with him, great, merciful to the end of his days); the other is the famous sage scientist Al-Marazmi, gray-bearded as a genie. Both of them arrived to visit the great emir, but there was an annoying incident: the messengers brought news of the approach of the enemy troops, and the emir was forced to rush to the border, which he stated in an apology letter, which Ibn-Obdur read out to the guests.

In addition to the regrets expressed by the Emir in connection with the inability to enjoy the priceless society, etc., etc., this letter also offered amusements designed to at least somehow compensate for the involuntary non-courtesy of the owner. In addition to the prosecutors, he kindly offered his concubines, entrusting the guests to the care of the elder eunuch Kuchabab, a new man in the harem (his predecessor had died shortly before), but the only one who could be burdened with such a responsible mission. Emir was so generous that he gave each of the guests a concubine - one that they would like to taste.

Frankly, this courtesy plunged the retinue of the young prince into confusion. The fact is that the prince was not only a virgin, but also brought up as if the black down did not darken his cheeks, his voice was not rude, and the languor in the causal place did not drive away the night's sleep. Countless nannies fed the prince with a golden spoon, washed, dressed and saved from anything that could bring him any closer to growing up. With the help of an astrologer, however, it was decided: the stars favor the prince to taste the sweetness of carnal pleasures for the first time now.

The eunuch Kuchabab especially recommended for him the concubine Fatma — an experienced, luxuriously mature, tempted in love affairs, like a paradise guria. It is in her skilled hands that the prince's virgin nature will come to life in the best possible way; it is her experienced womb that will embrace him as sweetly as possible under the moon.

Al-Marasmi also found a worthy delight: a harem has recently been replenished with a new purchase purchased from pirates - not only young and beautiful, like a pink bud, ready to bloom, but also a scientist, like all emir viziers, taken together. In addition, the beauty was still a virgin, which was a special sweetness for the gray-haired sage, who could, having uncorked her tender womb, then talk with her about Plato and Seneca. Her name was Aini.

Kuchabab knew about everything from the harem attendants (formerly beloved concubines), whom he instructed to prepare everything as it should. He himself not only would not have distinguished Aigul from Aini, but also had difficulty finding the way from the harem to the emir's chambers, for he was short-sighted, like a mole.

The wise Al-Marazmi expressed such impatience that the sun did not have time to roll behind the battlements of the palace walls, how the concubines were washed, combed, anointed with incense - and served to the guests.

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Prince Mamul shyly entered the chambers. Not shy because he was cowardly, but because he rarely found himself without a retinue. In addition, he did not know the local dialect, and their interpreter was a man. “Conversations are not needed in such cases” - the nannies decided, discussing whether to let the interpreter into the harem: after all, they would have to execute him, and they wouldn’t have another one ...

Entered - and immediately saw her.

Experienced Guria was completely nude - only bracelets on her legs. And she was quite young - like the prince himself, or even younger.

And it seems she was more timid than he. She stood looking down, and only the gleam of her black eyes, staring from under her brows, spoke of the victory of curiosity over shame.

But the prince did not notice this. His breath froze in his throat, his body engulfed in a chill ... For the first time in his life, he saw a naked girl's body, and moreover intended for his delight; Of course, he knew that he was waiting for him, but one thing is to know, and quite another ...

“I've never seen anything more beautiful,” murmured the prince.

- Is that so? - replied the houri.

The prince bounced off.

“You ... do you understand me?” Do you speak Khachistan?

- I speak in eight dialects ... And I was told - some old man will enter ...

“What old man?” I don’t know any old men, ”muttered Mamul, coming up to her.

Never had his eyes looked so greedy. They seemed to want to devour the girl, like hungry monsters swallow up their victims. She fidgeted under his gaze.

- Well, why are you looking? She finally asked when the prince came close. - I, by the way ... I am ashamed!

- shame on you? - repeated, like an echo, Mamul.

- And you thought! I wish you were caught, stripped naked and shown to everyone! I almost died in the market with shame!

- In which market? ..

- Slave. In our house and neck to open it was considered indecent. And there they put me out without everything, just like now, in front of a thousand people ... And everyone touched me, felt like a mare ... And I ... it was with me ...

- What?

- I fell. I could not stand on my feet. And in me like ...

Guria was silent. They were very close - Mamul and this miracle, thin, quite young, with strong breasts butting the air ... The plump, piercingly tender nipples drilled the prince inside, and he was afraid to look at them. Loose wavy hair, glistening with copper (they were dyed with henna, like all slave girls), wrapped their hips around their thighs like a fiery cloak. Mummy noticed that she was trembling.

- Are you cold? - he asked.

- Not...

They were still silent.

- Where are you from? Where is your house?

Guria made a face.

- Far away ... I was caught by pirates when I was walking along the coast.

- They offended you? - shouted Mamul. Guria smiled bitterly.

- Oh no. They were courteous, like ... Let's not talk about it. Do what you came for.

- And ... - Mommy again chant chills. - But as? I do not know how...

“And I don’t know,” the houriya smiled again (not so bitter now). - Well, first you must probably touch me ...

The prince almost choked. Touching her body seemed to him the greatest happiness and at the same time the greatest blasphemy. He raised his hand and froze.

- Do not be afraid. I won't bite ... - Guria grabbed his hand (Mom was as if stung by a sweet sting) and put it on her thigh. The palm felt the warmth and tenderness of silk skin ...

Chilly, the prince ran his hand over her body, not daring to get closer to the cherished places.

- Do you like? He whispered.

- Nuuu ... uh ... rather yes than not.

Through her palms the trembling of her body flowed into him. Mummy suddenly felt something he had never felt before: his hands spoke to her without words. Palms and fingers told her how beautiful she was - and she answered, Mumm felt it, - she answered him, but he did not know how to understand her answers.

“You're stroking me like a dog,” the houria laughed softly.

- This is bad? Funny - flushed Mum.

- No, that you ... In the market they touched me quite differently.

- So how should it be? - asked the young prince. “They told me that you would show everything,” he wanted to add, but he felt that it was not worth saying that.

- I do not know. I feel good, ”she laughed again, and Mamul realized that she was really good. He suddenly felt her skin - as it slid over him, Mom, hands, pouring waves of heat there, - and he himself choked from this heat, rising in the throat ...

- So, what is next? - the prince asked hoarsely when he felt that some more - and he would burst like an old bottle of wine.

“I suppose you should kiss me,” she murmured, smiling at the corners of her lips.

Mummy looked at these puffy rose petals, feeling that it was more terrible to cling to them than to jump from a cliff ... but the petals suddenly approached him and stung him wet ...

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