THE HAREM ã2001, (c) Copyright,  by RoseBud, Pcaitlynrose@aol.com 

Rose was bored.  There was nothing to do in the harem except sit around, eating and gossiping.  Not that she hadn’t tried.  There were only two topics of conversation and she wasn’t much interested in either of them. After hearing about the sultan’s sexual prowess at least 50 times, Rose was ready to scream bloody murder.  

The other topic of conversation wasn’t necessarily boring, it was just plain downright embarrassing.  Women talking to each other about their sexual escapades with their harem slaves was not something that Rose was prepared to take part in.  She thought she had seen and heard everything before she came to this place, but now she knew that she had been very sheltered.  If the men of her culture knew such a world existed, they would all want to live in it and England would be empty.  The women of her culture, who all loved to gossip,  would have broken the news to each other many times over by now had they known of such a place.  It was obviously a well-guarded secret.

She sighed, curling her legs beneath her as she watched the harem children play amongst themselves.  They scampered about the pools, a small curly haired girl bending to scoop a handful of water, which she promptly flung upon the others.  There was a loud shriek of protest and then the little girl giggled in a high, shrill voice as she took off and the others gave chase.  She watched them as they ran past a group of women, swerving to avoid two of them entwined in a torrid embrace.  Rose blinked in shock.  How could they do such a thing in front of the children? 

“It is nothing of consequence”.  Rose jumped at the sudden comment, turning to see a nubile young redhead taking a seat beside her.  She blinked, surprised.  This was the first time that anyone had approached her.  Tending to keep to herself, Rose had found that the others had sensed her unwillingness and stayed away from her until now.

“What are you talking about?” 

“The children are not shaken by what they see.  It is the way of the harem and they are raised from small babies to see such things happening all around them each day.  To them, it is completely natural, and they no longer think of it as anything but what it is.”

“What do you mean, what it is?  What are you talking about?”

The redhead smiled, her green eyes twinkling.  “You are not stupido, I think.” she replied in a thick, Italian accent. “You just choose not to accept what it is that you see as anything but sinful.  And it is not.”

“How can you say that?” Rose asked in a shocked voice.

“Because it is the truth. Look at them.” The girl took a gentle hand and grasped Rose’s chin, turning her face back toward the entwined women.  When Rose would have turned away again, she held firm and pressed her mouth against Rose’s ear.  “Look at them. What they are doing is beautiful.  They are giving each other so much pleasure.  How can that be wrong?  How can that be anything but beauty in it’s purest form?” 

Rose tried to turn her head, but the girl had her chin in a firm grip.  She had scooted forward until her body was pressed against Rose’s back and Rose couldn’t move without making a scene.  So she did the only thing she knew to do.  She closed her eyes.

“Are you afraid, then?  Little English, so far away from home and so scared.  A little baby who needs her mamma.”  

Rose’s eyes flew open as the girl’s words sank in.  “I’m not afraid of anything.” She growled in a warning tone. 

“Then look at them.  Tell me what you see.”

The two women, one pale blonde and one dark skinned brunette,  were entwined, their naked bodies pressed together as they kissed.  The blonde began to moan, softly at first as the dark skinned brunette stroked her breasts, pinching the nipples.  Her head fell back as the dark girl’s lips fastened greedily on a nipple and began to suck.  Her moans grew louder as a single dark hand traveled downwards and buried itself in the blonde curls nestled between her thighs.  Rose watched that hand move, feeling herself grow wet as the blonde’s legs sprawled farther apart and the pale pink flesh glistened damply.  The brunette groaned quite loudly all of a sudden and her mouth left the nipples, kissing its way downward in a path toward the inviting pink flesh.  She pushed the blonde onto her back and sliding the rest of the way down, buried her mouth in the wet cleft.  Immediately, the blonde began to moan even louder.  Dark hands pressed the blonde‘s thighs farther apart, and fingers crept to her woman‘s mound, tenderly spreading the labia apart.  The mouth lifted, pink tongue slowly licking the tight little bud.  The blonde shivered as it licked, faster and then slower in ever narrowing circles.

Rose felt the fingers inching up underneath her dress and she was helpless to deny them, in the grip of some dark madness as she continued to watch the women, watch the soft pink tongue lapping between the blonde’s legs.  And in her heart she knew that she wanted to be that woman right then and there.  

The blonde’s lips opened. “Please” she whispered, pressing her hips up against the teasing tongue.  

“Please” Rose whispered as she felt the fingers inch higher.  Felt them find her under the darkness of the skirt twisted about her sweating thighs.  Felt the air against her naked skin as the material was pushed up past her waist and over her breasts and then suddenly, off her shoulders. 

The air, cool and soft against her skin. 

The tongue, teasing the blonde’s flesh like the warmth of a summer breeze.

As she continued to watch, she felt lips against her breasts, her nipples.  They sucked hard, harder and she moaned softly at the pleasure spreading outward from her breasts to her...oh, the dark girl was slowing now and the blonde was begging her.....

“Please, god” the blonde cried out

“Yes, please” Rose whispered as she felt the lips sliding across her breasts and her eyes closed slightly, unfocused and dreamy as she continued to watch...

...the brunette lifted her head and smiled at the blonde.  The blonde screamed at her and she laughed, teasing her with a swift light kiss on her woman’s mound.  “I hate you!” The blonde screamed at her.

The brunette laughed again.  “No, you don’t hate me.  You love me.  You love my mouth.”

“No, I don’t!” the blonde sobbed with frustration.  “I hate your mouth.  I hate you.”

The brunette smiled.  “And I will make you weep with joy.”  Fingers flexed, spreading wide the bounty and the mouth....

....Oh, the beautiful mouth sucked upon her nipples.  Rose wanted to throw her head back with the pleasure, but she needed to watch what happened between the two women even more.  

The brunette’s head moved back and forth between the blonde’s spread thighs as she sucked the delicate clitoris.  Her mouth moved faster and faster, until the movement of her head began to take on a hypnotic rhythm......the blonde began to scream, tears streaming from her eyes as she cried out, hips bucking and writhing.....

.......Rose felt herself falling backwards as the pleasure continued.  The air moving against her skin became fingers.  She opened her eyes in the midst of her pleasure to see others surrounding her.  They seemed eager to be a part of her liberation.  Rose smiled at them and they fell upon her.  Lips invaded her mouth, her hair, her breasts.  She groaned, skin on fire.  Hands spread her legs apart, fingers trembling...oh, the lovely fingers.  Cool air on her skin.  She shivered as a warm mouth trailed kisses into her nether curls.  A questing tongue invaded her, tasted her.  A slow, sucking motion began.  Fingers slid into her sheath, plunging in and out.  The mouths at her nipples worked silently, while other hands stroked her skin.  Mindlessly she tossed her head, hips lifting to press her clitoris deeper into the wet maelstrom.  Close...she was so close.....the mouth left her and there was a  sudden stretching as the fingers were replaced by something larger.....crying out, she tried to close her legs but it was no use.  Hands held her open and she looked down to see them pressing something long and black into her...."NO!" she cried out, trying to escape.

The women looked at each other and whispered.  Then, they removed the object, and grabbed her knees, pushing them back against her chest even as they pulled her head down to rest against scattered pillows.  There was more whispering and then they pushed her knees back even harder so that she was completely exposed.  Fighting them with what little strength she had left, she watched the mouth as it came closer and closer to her.  Unable to close her eyes, she tracked the hands as they came down to spread her nether lips, pushing the clitoris into prominence. The mouth crept closer to its destination, tongue darting out to lick and stroke.  Rose shivered.  "No." 

"Yes" the mouth whispered and she jerked with reaction as it opened wide and engulfed the damp bud.  Her head fell back and she closed her eyes, a moan escaping from her lips.  She jerked with reaction as she felt the large object being reinserted but this time, the sliding motion only compounded the pleasure.  Rose cried out when the wave hit her, buffeting her body with sensation.  Then everything went black.

When Rose awoke much later, replete and happy, she realized that her life hadn’t been ruined after all.  There were plenty of things to do in a harem.