Desert Fairy Tales

Good Erotica

During the early 1970s, what generally is called "oral sex" became legitimate; Americans simply voted with their feet and decided that fellation and its depiction on-screen are respectable. No doubt, this reversal was years in the making and had multiple causes; but the proximal cause was "The Devil In Miss Jones."

In 1973, the year of its release, film critic, Roger Ebert wrote that "The Devil In Miss Jones" was the best pornographic motion picture that had ever been made. The film, whose plot is based on Jean-Paul Sartre's 1944 play, "No Exit," is a tragedy that explores the ethics of suicide and asks, "If you knew that within a few days, you were going to hell, what would you do on earth in the time remaining?" Georgina Spelvin, who plays the leading role, delivers a tour de force performance whose emotional and physiological intensity are breathtaking. No one since has created a work of pornography of commensurate quality.

Children's fairy tales, such as those written by Hans Christian Andersen and the brothers Grimm, frequently are recast as erotic stories; but invariably, such revisions are parodies. This is unfortunate because fairy tales typically embody mythic archetypes that are significant, universal, and timeless; precisely the kinds of personalities and situations that characterize a good story.

With all of this in mind, I've written an anthology of seven short stories that are based upon well-known fairy tales, and in which the characters frequently engage in oral sex. Although they sometimes depict armed combat between men, they are mainly about women who've been gifted by the gods with extraordinary sexual powers.

Raymond Descheneaux, March, 2020.

Sexual Practices of Al-Khajirah

I am Jazeera, granddaughter of Sheik Abdul Azziz bin Sultan bin Mofstaffa al Bedou, the absolute ruler of the kingdom of Al-Khajirah. It is the year of the Desert Witches, which corresponds to the end of the reign of Rameses the Second in Egypt. Grandfather had been an ally of the Pharaoh during the war against the Assyrians, and Pharaoh had given Grandfather the Al-Khajirah valley as a reward for his service. By collecting tolls from the many caravans that plied the Darb el-Hadar trade route, Grandfather had grown rich and powerful. He had many wives from whom he sired a large family. These noble relatives of mine now administered Grandfather's government in the various parts of the kingdom.

In our culture, the highest virtues were held to be piety, courtesy, health, sex, and learning. In the schools, classes were taught by world renowned teachers. The curriculum included grammar, logic, rhetoric, astrology, alchemy, arithmetic, music, and geometry.

By law, on pain of death, members of the royal household were required to have sex and sex play only with each other. Grandfather avoided inbreeding by ensuring that the population of the castle remained above 500. Excellent medical care and a rich diet ensured healthy babies. When they were two weeks old, boys were circumcised in order to enhance their sexual pleasure when they attained puberty. So the palace was generally a happy place.

Good manners required us to bathe before engaging in sex and to take an anal douche before engaging in rectal play. So every boudoir in the palace had an anteroom that contained a sink, a mirror, a bathtub, a toilet, and a bidet; servants cleaned the fixtures daily and provisioned the room with soaps, lotions, lubricants, and fresh towels. All persons, royals and commoners alike, were examined annually for sexually transmitted diseases by the kingdom's most able physicians. If someone contracted an illness, he or she was treated by the doctors with potions and by the witches with spells. Invariably, the patient recovered and was allowed to continue to have carnal relations.

Having the power of life and death over his subjects enabled Grandfather to satisfy his enormous sexual appetite in unusual ways, one of which was to compel his granddaughters to undertake a sexual apprenticeship in his harīm. Consequently, on my eighteenth birthday, I became a member of his household and immediately began my sexual training. Three years earlier, my body had begun to bloom, and by the time I entered the harīm school, I possessed a beautiful pair of large breasts.

In the school, sex training consisted of classes and practicums. Under the supervision of a female physician, we studied the male anatomy in minute detail. In particular, we were required to learn every part of the male reproductive and eliminatory systems. In the first semester, I learned all there is to know about the penis. However, I found some of the proper names of its parts to be lackluster and uninspiring. So, whenever I whispered teasingly into a man's ear, I employed inventive names that were affectionate, playful, and disingenuously infantile. For instance, the glans I sometimes called the head, the ridge of flesh around its circumference, the crown, and the meatus, the little mouth.

I preferred "little mouth" because whenever I was fellating someone, it enabled me to pretend that I was kissing a little man on the lips. The little man, of course, was his penis. Grandfather's penis, however, I was careful to call big brother; I knew that he had great affection for me, but it would have been foolish to risk offending him. Such an offense was rumored to result in a summary beheading.

I also occasionally gave affectionate names to other parts of the male and female bodies. The anus I called the gate of happiness; the rectum, the tunnel of joy; the clitoris, little sister; and the plump, pea-sized swelling just below the top of the clitoris, which, when touched, generates such tremendous pleasure, I called the rosebud.

Every practicum was supervised by a witch. For each session and for each girl, the witch recruited from the royal family a male whose age was no less than eighteen and no more than twenty. The boy was made to wear a black cowl over his head, and the girl, a black niqab, which she was allowed to partially raise only when performing fellatio. Whenever they were brought together in the boudoir, these precautions shielded their identities and reduced the chances that the two would fall in love and have sex exclusively with each other. The witch, herself, wore a white niqab. At the beginning of each session, the boy and the girl drank a potion that increased sexual desire and physical stamina. The witch, of course, didn't need to drink a potion. All three would get into bed, naked except for their masks. Then the witch would seduce the boy and perform the selected delight upon him. After he had ejaculated, the girl would take the witch's place and perform the technique again.

Little Red Riding Veil

It was customary for Grandmother, my Grandfather's highest-ranking wife, to assign a color to each woman to serve as the theme of her sexual wardrobe. Hers was royal purple, as befitted a queen. Mine was red, and as I was fond of rich and elaborate clothing, especially the niqabs that covered my face and the abayas that covered my body, and of travel, which I did as often as possible to visit my cousins in other provinces, Grandmother took to calling me Little Red Riding Veil.

During my first two years in the harīm school, my body continued to refine itself, until it had become delightfully curvaceous. Sexual techniques came naturally to me, and I quickly advanced to the head of my class. Word of my talents reached the Sheik's ears, and soon afterward, I began to be summoned regularly at night to his bedchamber in order to satisfy his sexual needs.

One night, I was ordered to don my most alluring red ensemble and go to his sleeping quarters. I entered with some trepidation, as it was rumored that Grandfather had once beheaded a woman who had failed to give him an erection. At the center of the room there was a huge heavily draped canopy bed, covered in the finest silks, and decorated in gold and precious stones. I could hear the moaning of a sexually excited woman coming from the elaborate enclosure, and as I approached, I saw that it was Grandmother. She was wearing an oval mask that reached from the tip of her nose to the middle of her forehead. It was royal purple in hue; Grandmother's thematic color, worn only by the Sheik's highest-ranking wives. Except for that, she was naked and was lying supine upon the bed. Her eyes were shut tightly, and her back was arched. Her hands were cupped over her breasts, and her fingers were rolling her nipples between them.

Grandfather was lying prone between her legs with his hands firmly gripping her hips. He was wearing a wolf mask, and his face was pressed between Grandmother's thighs. His head bobbed slowly up and down as he licked her rosebud. Suddenly, Grandmother opened her mouth wide and gave a loud cry of ecstasy as her whole body shuddered. Then she relaxed, opened her eyes, and smiled at Grandfather. As he removed his mask, she kissed him warmly on the lips.

I stood with my knees pressed against the side of the bed, and exclaimed, "Oh, Grandfather! What were you doing to Grandmother?"

He sat up. I could see that his penis was still erect. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and began to stroke it slowly. He smiled and said, "I was pretending to eat Grandmother, Little Red, like a ravenous wolf. The masks heighten our sexual excitement by allowing us to pretend that we are unacquainted with each other." He donned the wolf mask again, lay down, rested his head comfortably against a large stuffed pillow, and opened his legs.

"Oh, Grandfather!" I cried. "What are you doing now?"

"I will show you, my dear. Remove your abaya." I undid the bow at my neck, spread open the top, and dropped my abaya to the floor. I was wearing a jeweled red halter that barely covered my breasts and a narrow red skirt that hung provocatively between my legs. Gold bangles adorned my wrists; gold hoops encircled my ankles; and rings encrusted in jewels adorned my fingers.

"Come into bed with us." I did as he commanded and kneeled at his side on the rumpled sheets. "Remove your top." Languorously, I unbuckled my halter and let it fall down my arms and onto the bed. Released from their constraints, my breasts bobbled provocatively in the lamp light. I slid my hands up my abdomen until they came to rest upon my bosom, and with my fingers, I began to play with my nipples.

"Grandmother is going to drink from the wellspring of youth," said Grandfather. As he spoke, he stroked his penis lightly. "Long ago, a witch conferred upon me a strange power. Whenever a woman takes my penis into her mouth and gives it pleasure with her lips and tongue, it spurts a magic liquid. The liquid is produced by secretions from my prostate and testes, and drains into a narrow tube that runs all the way to my meatus. A woman who wishes to please me must assist the flow by sucking and swallowing." Casually, he slid his other hand between his legs, and caressed his testicles. "If we perform this ritual soon after midnight on seven consecutive nights, her body will cease to age, and thenceforth, she will remain young looking and beautiful for the rest of her life."

Grandmother rolled onto her stomach and wriggled toward the headboard. Then she reversed her position so that she lay across Grandfather's abdomen. She placed her head directly over his genitals and smiled. Slowly, she slid her hand under Grandfather's, guided his big penis toward her mouth, and surrounded the glans with her lips. Grandfather sighed happily and released his hold. Then Grandmother commenced to lower and raise her head rhythmically, pushing her wet lips downward until she was kissing his testicles, then upward again until they were caressing his glans. She continued to fellate him, until, suddenly, his penis jumped and spasmed repeatedly in her mouth. Grandmother's eyes went wide with surprise and delight. When he had finished spurting, she opened her mouth so that I could see the thick, white liquid pooling on her tongue. Then she closed it and swallowed.

The sight of his ejaculate worked a powerful change in me. My cheeks blushed. My breasts swelled and glowed pink. My nipples became so taut that they began to ache. My breathing became deep and labored. Between my legs, I felt the seeping of my vaginal juices. Slowly, I slid my hand down my stomach and under my skirt and probed for my rosebud. It protruded from the little tent of flesh that housed it at the apex of my pubis and was hard and swollen. I shuddered with delight as my fingertips encircled it, stroking lovingly, until waves of pleasure swept through my body. Grandmother slid off of Grandfather's chest and smiled at me with encouragement. I maneuvered to Grandfather's side and took her place upon his stomach.

Carefully I reached for his swollen penis and held it lightly between my fingers. It jumped a little at my touch. I opened my mouth, lowered it slowly onto his penis, and clamped it firmly around the shaft just below the glans. I had been taught that this was the most sensitive part of the male body, and that licking its circumference gave a man great pleasure. So I made the tip of my tongue perform slow circles along the underside of his crown. Then I slid my mouth downward over his shaft until my lips brushed his pubic hairs, and then slowly pulled it upward, drawing in my breath and producing a mild suction.

In order to tease him, I slipped my tongue down onto the upper side of his shaft and licked it provocatively. He responded by moaning with pleasure. As my head bobbed slowly up and down, prostate juice seeped out of his meatus, spilling down his shaft and onto his abdomen. I pushed his penis forward slightly so that I could reach his stomach with my tongue. Then I licked up the delightful liquid. I found the sensation pleasing and exciting. I shifted my body into a more favorable position, clamped my lips around his glans, and continued to fellate him.

My right hand felt for the bottle of scented oil that sat on a table next to the bed. I dipped my middle finger into it, as far as I could. Then I probed under his buttocks until I found his anal opening. I thrust my finger slowly and repeatedly into his rectum, each time twisting and probing for his prostate gland. When I found it, I stroked it with my fingertip. It contracted in little spasms and pumped prostate juice into my mouth.

As I pleasured him, Grandmother nudged Grandfather's legs farther apart, rolled onto her back, and pushed her face between his thighs. Delicately, she took his left testicle into her mouth and rolled her tongue around and around, giving him immense pleasure; then she opened her mouth wider and proceeded to suck both of his testicles.

I smelled the pungent scent of rising semen. Quickly, I withdrew my mouth, wrapped both hands around his shaft, and masturbated him vigorously. Grandmother released her hold on his testicles, and sat up to watch the spectacle. I drew back my head and opened my mouth. Suddenly, a stream of semen spurted from the tip of his penis. I screamed a little in surprise, and caught the creamy liquid in my mouth. Grandmother pressed her cheek against mine, and he spurted repeatedly onto our faces.

Finally the tension drained out of his body, and he let out a sigh of satisfaction. Smiling his approval, he caressed my face. Then he stretched out his legs until he lay once again supine upon the bed. I slid off of his body, turned toward him, and kneeled at his feet. As his erection receded, I knew that I had discharged my duty well.

But now my own body was aching with desire. Grandmother, ever observant, detected my distress, turned, and whispered something into Grandfather's ear. He smiled, and nodded approvingly. Then he kneeled on the bed and carefully pushed me backward and down onto the mattress. My heart leaped with joy. I pulled my skirt down off my hips and over my legs, opened my thighs, and allowed him to push himself against my pubis. As his penis engorged, Grandmother reached around him from behind and pressed his glans against my rosebud. Then she rubbed it up and down, giving me enormous pleasure.

Grandfather lowered his body and slipped his penis past my labia and into my vagina. It felt enormous. My mouth opened in delight and amazement. I arched my back, pushed my head back into the mattress, and shut my eyes. At first, he thrust into me slowly. But after a few moments, he increased the pace, until finally, he was slamming his body violently against me. I screamed in ecstasy.

At the edge of my vision I noticed that Grandmother had climbed off the bed and was retrieving something from a drawer in the table. She strapped it on over her hips, and pulled something in the front downward until she was satisfied with its position. When she turned back toward the bed, I saw that she had donned a huge rubber penis that curved slightly upward as if it were erect. From its root hung two pendulous testicles. She reached for the bottle of lubricant and spread a generous amount onto the dildo. Then, as the heavy penis swayed under its own weight, and the testicles swung backward and forward, she climbed back into bed and whispered something into Grandfather's ear. He smiled and kissed her. Then he shifted backward, withdrew his penis from my vagina, placed his hands on my hips, and began to turn them.

I understood and obeyed. I turned over, kneeled on the bed, braced my elbows against the mattress, and spread open my legs. Grandmother crouched over me and guided the tip of the rubber penis down and into my rectum. Slowly she pushed until it was seated all the way inside me. Then she turned her head and nodded to Grandfather. Grandfather wrapped one hand around his swollen shaft. With the other, he grasped my hip and angled his penis back into my vagina. Then they both began to thrust rhythmically. I responded by arching my back, shutting my eyes, opening my mouth wide in amazement, and screaming in ecstasy.

At last, Grandfather ejaculated. I felt his warm semen spurting onto my cervix. Then Grandmother reached down with one hand and squeezed one of the rubber testicles. To my utter surprise and delight, it squirted a large dollop of cream into me.

Finally, our bodies separated, and we all sank back, exhausted, onto the bed. I was covered in perspiration. I pushed my fingers into my vagina, retrieved some of Grandfather's semen, and stuffed my fingers into my mouth. The taste of his ejaculate delighted me.

On each of the following six nights, I was summoned to Grandfather's bedchamber. Invariably, either he or Grandmother or both appeared in elaborate and erotic disguises. Clothed in such costumes, Grandfather, Grandmother, and I acted out the most naughty and delightful fantasies. In every case, however, these little fictions were planned to culminate in my performing fellatio upon Grandfather. I never failed to provoke an orgasm, and I always caught his spurting semen in my mouth and swallowed. So, on the seventh night, I achieved the guarantee of perpetual youthfulness that the witch's spell had promised. In order to commemorate the occasion, Grandmother presented me with a small gilded statue that depicted a woman fellating a man.

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Our philosophers taught that the world was populated by three castes: the ordinary mortals, the witches, and the gods. We worship many gods, the most important of which are Mother Cobra and Father Crocodile. At my birth, the witches had dedicated me to Mother Cobra. Every full moon I participated in sacred ceremonies at which written petitions were burned so that they could be carried by the wind to her. Mother Cobra is the goddess of the seasons, the harvests, and sex; all of them cyclical processes of birth, rebirth, and renewal. In the harīm, daughters of Mother Cobra were taught the snake dance, which men found particularly exciting.