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as he removed his cloak. Sahria stepped forward and bent to closely examine the girl’s sex. She stroked the lips with her fingertips.
    ‘She’s very wet,’ she agreed. ‘It will take quite a man to fill her!’
    The Grand Vizier moved forward, now fully naked and with his erection held long and proud before him. Sahria reached out and caught hold of it, then put it to her mouth and engulfed the head with her pouting lips. She felt him throb and tasted the salty evidence of his arousal. Anxious that he should perform the required task, she took him from her mouth and put the end of his cock to the wet sex lips so blatantly displayed for all to see.
    Calema tensed and began to cry. ‘Please, princess,’ she sobbed. ‘Please beg him to be gentle. I am frightened.’
    Sahria kissed her young friend’s bottom lightly and, gripping the thick cock firmly by the root, moved it slowly so that the swollen head slid sensuously over the outer lips of Calema’s pussy. ‘Relax, sweet child,’ she soothed. ‘You are more than capable of accommodating this fine weapon and, when it fills you your cries will be ones of joy and ecstasy!’
    She directed the lust-engorged end of the Vizier’s stalk to the waiting opening and licked her lips as it slid cautiously inside – three, four, and then five inches before stopping for a moment.
    ‘Please, princess,’ Calema begged. ‘Please, it hurts… it is too big!’
    ‘Relax, my precious. Relax and it will be much easier for you.’
    Calema must have heeded her advice because four or five more inches slid quickly inside her tight sheath, until the Vizier’s belly became pressed hard against the soft globes of her bottom. Sahria moved around the prone figure of her friend and took off the blindfold. She kissed her lightly on the lips. ‘How does it feel now?’
    ‘It is strangely wonderful,’ the girl mewed. ‘The pain is gone, and I feel so full inside my loins.’
    Sahria stood up, grinning cruelly. ‘Now, Grand Vizier,’ she barked, ‘fuck her! Fuck her hard until you lose your seed within her! When that happens your fine cock will be replaced by another, and then another, until Calema knows the true meaning of pleasurable agony!’
    The Vizier obeyed immediately, hammering his long cock in and out of the frail young body set so delicately at his mercy. Calema raised her head and looked round with fear in her eyes. There were many men, some of them already displaying fine erections, anxiously waiting to take their turn to impale her. She looked again at Sahria with tears in her eyes, but the princess at once detected the flush of total arousal in her facial expression and knew that her job was done.
    The ceremony lasted well into the night. Calema, once a precious flower of virginity happily accepted most, if not all of the host of young men who vied with each other to be the next to sate themselves within her welcoming vulnerability.
    Calema changed little since that day; her reputation exceeded only by that of the princess herself. She was keen to learn and Sahria was always only too pleased to instruct her in the many pleasures and diversions to which she herself had become adept. Her young charge had also developed her own preferences, of course, and would often regale Sahria with lurid accounts of her many sexual escapades.
    Unlike Sahria, however, Calema seemed to prefer to be dominated by her lovers, albeit by her own design. She also often demanded anonymity of those who would take her, insisting that their heads be masked and their voices be silent. Sahria didn’t consider such ideas to be repulsive, of course, and often enjoyed the erotic spectacle of seeing her young friend tied up on a bed or lashed to a fucking-frame while numerous hooded but otherwise naked men queued to use and abuse her.
    It seemed odd to her that she now found herself in a similar situation to that so frequently enjoyed by her friend. The ache between her legs was now entirely caused by