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Ooo...Scheherazade's mother was the daughter of the Maharaja of Jaipur. She lived in the Maharaja's women's house, he had 420 wives. They were his mother, his sisters and his pretty girls that he had bought over the years. He fucked them all, the mother, the sisters and the new ones. He was an absolute ruler, the Maharajas were very different. Some had one brought to their bedroom every night, while others spent the night in the women's house, surrounded by dozens of women who, tired of lesbianism, needed a good cock.
The Maharani, the Maharaja's main wife, was a white sorceress, as the Maharanis had been for centuries, perhaps millennia. They had taken an oath to only do good magic, otherwise they lost their magic power and their sworn hand withered. The Maharani had a son and three daughters. The youngest was her favorite, she was the only one to inherit the magic powers. The Maharani did not want to send her away to study at the magic academy, she taught her daughter Kurani herself.
Kurani was deflowered and fucked by her father, the Maharaja, on her 14th birthday, in accordance with the customs of the Kingdom of Jaipur. Her magic worked well, the Maharaja was as potent as a twenty‐year‐old that evening, even though he was already over 60. Unlike others, he forgot her straight away and she took one of the cavalry soldiers to bed every night. She was 18 when her mother met Death in the Maharaja's anteroom and managed to charm him into waiting another five days. The Maharaja listened to the brilliant Maharani and took care of his affairs. He married his daughter Kurani to King Buran, the ruler of Korestan, who was in the fiefdom of the powerful King of Persia and was one of his grand viziers.
Kurani had met King Buran half a year ago and had fallen in love with the magnificent warrior. She thanked her father, who made her very happy. She followed King Buran to Korestan, which bordered to Persia. Death kept his word and took the Maharaja on the 6th day.
According to custom, the deceased's harem women were auctioned off publicly for the benefit of the new Maharaja. There were only two rules: you had to pay in cash and sign a contract that required you to treat the woman well. Those over 40 were given to the army brothels as stipulated in the will. In this way, the Maharaja ensured that his mother and sisters still had a plenty to fuck. The auction of the favorite women took a long time, the prices shot up and the bidders touched and groped the goods and bid more and more. The best brothels in the kingdom won the race; the clients would pay a fortune to fuck one of the Maharaja's favorite women. The other women were sold after 3 days, the treasurer grinned from ear to ear.
Kurani had a very good time with Buran. He was a good and fair king, he was strict, but he loved his people. They had two daughters, Scheherazade and Dinhararade, both born within two years. Kurani magically sealed her womb; two births were enough for her. She taught both of them magic and both swore to use it only for good. King Buran loved both daughters dearly; they received the best education there was. The king deflowered his daughters on the same night because they wanted it. Scheherazade was 14, Dinhararade 13, and they let their father fuck them in turns until sunrise by magic. From then on he spent every other night with his daughters with Kurani's consent, and he fucked them in turns over the following years. Kurani and her daughters ensured that the king remained very potent and brought them to orgasm. He smiled kindly and accommodatingly when his queen Kurani or his two daughters let men from his cavalry army fuck them hard until dawn. He smiled because he had to fuck his mother or one of his many sisters every other day, as was customary. He was the first king of Korestan who did not need and did not have a harem.
Scheherazade carefully read the news about the Great King Shahriar, who suddenly became a mass murderer. He had stopped a falcon hunt early because his horse was lame. Even in the entrance hall he heard his beloved wife screaming, but they were screams of sexual lust and pleasure. He ran into her bedroom, where she was being fucked madly by one of her black bodyguards. He rammed his dagger into the black man's heart and dragged his unfaithful wife by her hair to the main square. He chained her up there naked and ordered all the men passing by in the city to fuck her in public, which was a great humiliation for the wretched woman. When the sun kissed the horizon in the evening, he took the sword from the executioner's hand and beheaded her. "There are no faithful wives!" he roared angrily. He married a new girl every night, fucked her until dawn and had her beheaded at sunrise.
Scheherazade had met King Shahriar many times and was in love with him. She knew that he had only lost the ground beneath his feet and was no longer himself. She had decided to cure him of his madness and become his wife. Her father, King Buran and Grand Vizier of the Persian Empire, did not approve of this. She would be beheaded in the morning like all the others. She even wrote directly to the Great King. He summoned his Grand Vizier, but he could not utter a word, his tongue failed him magically. King Shahriar tried to talk him out of it, saying that he could not send his daughter to certain death. Grand Vizier Buran remained silent because he could not speak, and so Shahriar ordered Scheherazade to be brought. He was dazzled by her beauty and her intelligence. He married her like the others that evening and they went to bed. Dinhararade was her bridesmaid and was allowed to lie down with the couple.
King Shahriar had never had a woman who could fuck as well as Scheherazade. Really. Dinhararade assisted her sister as they had agreed secretly. She knelt behind the fucking king, murmuring her magic spells inaudibly and caressing the king's ass cheeks. Her fingers slid along the crease of his ass from behind and gently grabbed his balls as Scheherazade had her orgasm. Dinhararade caressed his balls until he straightened up to squirt. Her fingers slid further forward and stimulated the base of his cock until he began to squirt. Her fingers slid further forward, she put her fingers in her sisters pussy and masturbated his cock for minutes until the king had finished squirting.
The king hugged his queen, kissed her and said that she had fucked him better than anyone else had ever fucked with him! He hugged Dinhararade in return and kissed her. Never before had her fingers excited him so much, caressed his balls so gently, and masturbated him so well while he squirted inside. They went to sleep. Dinhararade woke up after 3 hours because Shahriar's cock had become rock hard. She lay on the king's lap, because in the second round his cock belonged to her, the bridesmaid. As agreed, she asked Scheherazade to tell one of her wonderful stories. She put his cock in her pussy and rode him, but in a very slow motion, because she and the king were listening attentively to Scheherazade. Dinhararade rode his cock very slowly in long, wide strokes, for almost four hours, because he was not due to squirt until early in the morning. Scheherazade began her tale.
A terrifying ghost reared up in front of the merchant as his donkey strayed from the path. "You are doomed, because you have entered my territory without permission!" roared the monster and began to strangle the poor man. He begged for his life. "I just freed your sister, and that's your thanks!?" gasped the merchant. The giant let him go. "My sister? I haven't heard anything about it!" He let the merchant tell everything.
The merchant was riding through the mountains when he heard a lamb bleating in fear of death. The poor animal was trapped between rocks and was bleeding because the vultures were dancing around it and tearing out pieces of flesh with their beaks. He chased the vultures away, freed the lamb and bandaged the deep wounds. A bright little explosion and the lamb turned into a young genie girl. "Thank God you have freed me from the curse, good man! An evil genie who wanted to fuck me cursed me because I wouldn't let him fuck me. He transformed me and threw me into the ravine to be eaten by the vultures. Thank you for freeing me! I will grant you one wish if I can!" The merchant had always wanted to understand the language of the animals. The girl snapped her fingers and he could now understand all the animals.
She conjured up a tent, a campfire and an excellent dinner. They ate the sumptuous meal and drank a glass or two of wine. They lay down on the soft furs because she had said she would allow him to fuck her. She asked him what shape she should transform into. He didn't think for a second. "Into my little sister! The mother had always watched over her hymen like a fury because we played "fucking" every afternoon. She only let me penetrate my sisters pussy a tiny bit so that I didn't tear the hymen while fucking and squirting." He paused. "Later, she waited until I had fucked my sister for fifteen minutes and then she let me penetrate her old pussy hole and squirt inside." The genie smiled understandingly and transformed into the little girl. She was even still a virgin and he deflowered her with enthusiasm, then fucked her until dawn. They stayed in the magic tent for another week and every evening he wished for a different formerly unattainable young girl of his youth time, whom he effortlessly fucked until morning. After a week the tent and the jinn had disappeared. He rode home and tied up the stubborn donkey. He heard the donkey complaining to the other animals. "This stupid man always gives me something to drink first, so that I feel full after just a few bites! It should be the other way round, then I would be happier at work!" The merchant took this to heart immediately and from then on gave the donkey first something to eat and then something to drink. He was about to leave the stable when he heard the cow say, "What a simpleton! He had hardly left the house when his wife ran to the neighbor and came back with the stable master. She lay down on my soft fur and the two of them fucked hard until dinner!" The merchant was upset. Now the ox raised his head. "The day before yesterday she got the stable boy and they fucked until dinner!" Now the merchant was even more upset. The camel had something to say too, but the old man stammered out some pretty filthy facts. "Oh, stable master or stable boy, that was nothing! She brought the neighbor's youngest son to me and he was so young, he had never fucked before! So she played the teacher, she lay down on my back and showed the little man what he had to do. I blushed because humans make it so complicated, the idiots!" Now the merchant was very upset and went into the house. He took the stick from the wall, grabbed his wife and went into the room with her. We never found out exactly what happened, but he told her everything with the stick. When she asked why, he told her straight out that she had fucked the stable master and the stable boy in the stable. He only stopped beating her when she swore solemnly that she would never do it with the stable master or the stable boy again.
He left for another week and came back. The animals grinned when he entered the stable. "There's our horned simpleton!"
But at that moment the voice of the muezzin rang out, singing for the morning prayer. Dinhararade acted very disappointed and wanted to hear the end of the story. King Shahriar was unsure, he also wanted to hear how the story continued. He sent the executioner away and said he wanted to hear the continuation the next night. Then he went to pray and to attend to state affairs until the evening. But Scheherazade and Dinhararade were not idle either. They called together their one hundred bodyguards from Korestan and said that whoever could tell one of them an exciting and filthy story could fuck one of them. Then it was evening.
After dinner, King Shahriar fucked Scheherazade as before and Dinhararade again assisted with magic and her skillful fingers. He kissed both of them gratefully and they slept for a few hours. Dinhararade was the first to wake up again, the king's cock was rock hard. Dinhararade climbed back onto his lap and fucked the king very slowly, because his erection should last for 4 hours! They both listened to Scheherazade while Dinhararade slid slowly back and forth on the king's cock.
The merchant listened to the animals. The camel reported that the woman ran back to the neighbor as soon as her husband had ridden off and fetched the little boy. He had remembered what he had learned about fucking and fucked the good woman with all his might. He fucked and squirted, he fucked and squirted until dinner. In any case, the camel complained about how often the little one had to fuck her, because normally you mount the mare once and that was enough! The ox had no opinion of his own on this, but he had found it very strange that the next day she brought 3 little boys into the stable and let them fuck her all over. As an ox, he had no idea what all the fucking was about. The cow silenced him, saying he had no idea how great the fucking was! And then she reported that the next day the woman turned up with 5 little boys and touched their little, childish cocks. Then she let them fuck her one after the other, in turn, until dinner. The merchant had heard enough. He took the stick from the wall again, grabbed his wife hard and beat her until she was black. She hadn't fucked the stable master or the stable boy, screamed the tormented woman. He said angrily, but with the little boys from the whole neighborhood, you depraved woman! He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the main square, chained her naked to the pillory so that everyone could fuck her. As a merchant, he wasn't allowed to behead her, so that evening he chased her naked into the desert, telling her never to come back!
The evil genie had laughed until he cried. "Yes, now I remember, it was you who saved my poor sister, you deserve my sincere thanks for that! I will not harm you. But the story reminded me of an experience that I want to tell you now. Well, centuries ago, there was a woman in Baghdad who was the wife of a vizier. But she knew a few tricks, for example she could summon an invisible jinn to her and he had to do everything she wanted. Working weed, peel potatoes and so on, you get the idea.
Of course I had to fuck her. In the morning. In the forenoon. At noon. In the afternoon. In the evening. And of course at night too, although the vizier was already fast asleep next to her, after he had fucked her. Of course she knew that we jinns don't tire and can fuck as often as we want. It had become a habit for her to be fucked 7 or 8 times a day. She blossomed like a sunflower and her old husband began to suspect that she had a lover, but his spies found nothing. But then...
Scheherazade fell silent because the muezzin was singing the call for the morning prayer. The king stood up. "I'll be back in the evening and I damn well want to know what happens next!" He should really be terribly angry because the woman was just stringing him along! But of course he wanted to know how the genie's story continued. He went to pray and to the councillors.
The two sisters lay happily in each other's arms. The strategy was primitive, but it worked. The first bodyguards came and told them the stories of fucking and being fucked. They laughed and let the men fuck them enthusiastically. They were strong men from the mountains of Korestan, and they fucked damn well. The sisters bathed and got ready for the evening.
The king fucked Scheherazade every night, her magic power gave him great potency and stamina. They slept for a few hours and then he belonged to Dinhararade. She fucked him as always, in the way of the servant, who was only allowed to fuck him so slowly that he could only squirt in the servant's hole after 3 or 4 hours, because only Scheherazade was his queen. Dinhararade knew exactly when the muezzin sang and always let the king squirt inside at the right moment.
So it happened that Scheherazade had three sons and Dinhararade had three daughters in these 1001 nights, because the sisters were pretty good at magic. They were clever enough not to stray from the routine. The king played his role well. From morning prayer to evening prayer, he ruled his people kindly, justly and strictly. In the evening, he had the sleeping area locked and was only there for the queen and her bridesmaid. When he got up in the morning at the call of the muezzin, he went to pray and rule with a broad smile. He liked the fact that the two sisters invited their bodyguards to the women's rooms in the forenoon and in the afternoon to have sex and let themselves be fucked until they were mad. He didn't have to be enchanted to see the happiness in the two women's eyes. He had learned a lot from the 1000 stories, about fucking and masturbating, of course, but also about the lives of completely normal people. Scheherazade and Dinhararade taught him to be a good, just and honorable king.
The baker's wife cheated on her husband with the fishmonger, the fishmonger's wife let herself be fucked by the hunter, the hunter's wife lay under the merchant, his wife under the magician. The magician bitch fucked the shoemaker's daughters like a lesbian fury, the shoemaker's wife went to the army brothel every evening and let herself be fucked for free. The king was lenient. He liked the accusations of adultery the most. He went into the private room with the alleged adulteress for an hour and then passed his sentence, 5 lashes for the husband or for the lover. The people had their fun and the men the whip.
14 wonderful years passed, then Dinhararade put her eldest daughter in the king's bed. King Schahriar was surprised, but Dinhararade reminded him of his duty. Yes, now he remembered. He lay down next to his beautiful young daughter, deflowered her as gently as possible, and her mother and aunt took away her fear and pain with magic. The king fucked her until dawn and she cheered and shouted in sexual lust. The second and third daughters came to his bed in the following years, they gave themselves up joyfully and gracefully.
Scheherazade taught Dinhararade's daughters everything they needed to know about fucking and contraception, because they had not inherited the magic powers. Scheherazade's sons, on the other hand, did; she took the sons under her wing, taught them how to fuck well and everything about magic. They were good and powerful magicians, and King Shahriar had to think about the succession to the throne. He spent a lot of time with his two wives, children, and grandchildren. It was the most beautiful twilight years of King Shahriar's life that he could imagine.
He sat on his terrace, surrounded by his loved ones, smiled and closed his eyes with a smile.
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