Chapter Five: The Tale of the Wise Cock
"No, I will not let you do this," said the king's vizier.
"I must do it," replied his daughter, Scheherazade. "To save the kingdom, and the lives of my fellow women, I must marry the king."
"Are you mad? He will have you sent to your death as soon as you have fulfilled his lust."
"Perhaps I will be able to keep his lust alive for longer than one night."
The vizier gazed at his young daughter. The girl was beautiful, there was no question of that. Her hair was long and
golden, and her soft brown eyes seemed to shine with wit and mirth. Though she was only twenty years old, her body was fully ripe. He could see the firm breasts poking out from beneath the flimsy material of her nightdress, and his eyes wandered down to her shapely young thighs. "You certainly have the power to attract men, Scheherazade. But the king is insane with rage; he believes that all women are deceitful creatures who delight in lust and betrayal. And while your body would give him great pleasure, he will not hesitate to have you executed the very next morning."
Scheherazade approached the vizier and kneeled in front of him. "Father, I beg of you...please allow me to marry the king. I can save him, I know I can."
The vizier looked down upon his daughter and was able to see a goodly portion of her delightful cleavage. "I will not allow it," he said.
"Then I will go to the king myself, without your permission."
"No, you will not," said the vizier. "For I am your father, and you will do as I command, or I shall do to you what the farmer did to his wife. Have you not heard the tale of the Wise Cock?"
The young girl looked up at him and shook her head. "Then I will tell it to you," said her father. "Once upon a time, there was a farmer who had a wondrous gift. Allah had granted him the power to understand the speech of animals, which allowed him great success in his work. There was one condition, however: he could never reveal his power to anyone, or Allah would take his life from him."
"One day, while the farmer was walking with his wife, he heard one of his donkeys say something very funny. He started laughing, and his wife demanded to know what was so funny. He told her it was nothing, but she insisted upon knowing. He replied that it was a secret, and that he could not reveal it without compromising his own life. His wife continued to insist, however, threatening that she would refuse to make love to him ever again unless he told her the secret. The farmer was upset by this, for he took great pleasure in sleeping with her. He implored her to refrain from asking, but she would not be swayed. She was determined to know his secret, even though it would cost him his life."
"So the farmer regretfully prepared his will, and called all of his family and friends together one night. He told him what his wife demanded, and that he would soon die as a result of telling her his secret. Everyone pleaded with the wife to show compassion, but she would not listen to them."
"The farmer went out to the small chicken coop to pray to Allah in preparation for his death. While sitting there in the darkness, he heard the clucking of the hens; there were fifty of the female chickens, all under the supervision of one cock, who clucked confidently as he moved from hen to hen, treading each of them in turn."
"The farmer heard one of his dogs say to the cock: 'Have you no shame? The farmer is soon to die, and you are busy attending to your lustful needs.' The cock replied: 'The farmer is not wise enough to live. His wife has brought him to this sad fate, when he should be the one who is master. Here in this house, I have fifty hens under my care, and I decide which of them to pleasure, and which of them to make angry. I satisfy some of them, while starving others. Through my careful manipulations, I have them all under my firm control. And yet, the farmer has only a single wife, and he cannot control her. I say again, he is not wise enough to live.'"
"When he heard these words, the farmer realized that the cock was right. He immediately went back into the house, and called his wife upstairs alone. Once she was in the bedroom, he grabbed her and pushed her against the wall, pinning her arms to either side. She began to protest, but he kissed her mouth and smothered her words. She tried to struggle, but he was too strong for her, so she gave up and allowed him to kiss her."
"Then the husband reached down and savagely began to tear at her clothing. She gasped at the unexpected assault, and could only stare in shock as he tore her clothes away, exposing her naked bosom. His mouth immediately went to her breast, and he began to vigorously suck upon her nipple. The wife resumed her protests, but he paid no attention to her words. He just slurped and suckled at the plump flesh of her breast, and soon she fell silent and began to enjoy his mouth upon her tits."
"While this was happening, the farmer's fingers probed his wife's crotch, digging and clawing against the place where her pussy lay concealed. His wife moaned as he groped her, and he knew that she was becoming very excited. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, where he finished pulling away her clothes. Then he removed his own garments, so that she could see his naked cock hanging stiff and ready between his legs. 'I will feed this cock to you, my wife, but only if you refrain from asking me about my secret.'"
"The wife was feverish with lust, but she was very stubborn, and she refused to give in. So the farmer moved his cock to the entrance to her pussy, and began to push it inside her. The wife moaned as her cunt was filled, and she began to pant as his cock slid in and out of her. He fucked her very slowly, and every languorous thrust made her hungry for more. He kept this up for a few minutes, and each lazy thrust from his hard cock only enflamed his wife's desire, until she was writhing on the bed and begging him to fuck her harder. But then, all of a sudden, he stopped what he was doing. With his thick shaft buried inside his wife's pussy, the farmer looked at her and said: 'Will you relent now? Or should I remove my cock from your pussy?' The wife was panting with lustful hunger now, and she had no choice but to give in. 'You may keep your secret,' she said. 'But please, please, keep fucking me!'"
"The farmer happily did so, and his flesh tool went back to work on her oozing pussy. He speared his dick deep inside her, smiling down at her as she moaned and threw her head from side to side. He varied his rhythm, sometimes sliding himself very slowly inside her, and sometimes pounding her with deep, feverish thrusts. Before long, she screamed out in orgasm, and pussy juice began to trickle out around his invading cock. The friends and family members burst into the room, having heard the loud shriek and wondering what was wrong. They saw the farmer plowing his cock into his wife's spasming pussy, and they cheered and rejoiced, for they were glad to see that the farmer had brought his wife under control. He told them a story later that evening - the story of how a simple man had once learned marital discipline from his cock."
"So you see, Scheherazade, you will obey my command, or I shall teach you a lesson that you will not soon forget."
"Then teach me that lesson now, for I will not obey you." His daughter stood up and allowed her nightdress to fall to the ground, revealing her naked young body to him. The vizier stared at his daughter's succulent breasts, her smooth belly, her wide hips, and the dark patch of hair above her sex. "Do you like what you see, father?" she asked, her hands sliding down the sides of her shapely torso. "Am I not a fitting bride for a king?"
"I am warning you for the last time, Scheherazade," said the vizier, his voice trembling with lust. His cock was fully erect within his pants, and he could not help staring at her naked flesh. "Do not make me punish you with my cock."
"You have no choice," she said, twirling a finger around her belly button. "I know the effect my body is having upon you. You cannot resist me, nor can the king. I will have my way, no matter what."
Unable to control himself any longer, the vizier rushed forward and grabbed his daughter. His mouth latched upon her breast, and she giggled as he began to suck upon her taut nipple. "Oh, father! How dare you molest your own daughter!" The vizier just kept suckling his child's breast, helplessly giving in to his lust. She wrapped her arms around her father's head and sighed as he slurped and nibbled at her engorged tits.
When he had had his fill of her breasts, he hurriedly took off his own clothes, fumbling to get them off as soon as possible. His daughter stood there and watched as his hard cock came into view. "That's a nice tool, father. Do you mind if I use it for a while?" Her father made no objection as she straddled his legs and maneuvered her pussy so that it was poised above his upright dick. She slid herself down upon the erect organ, and moaned as it squirmed up inside her warm cunt. Without delay, she began to bounce up and down on his lap, her breasts wobbling erotically as she impaled herself upon his thick cock. The vizier could only sit there and watch as his naked daughter fucked him. She was right; he could not stop her, nor did he want to. Her young pussy enveloped his hungry cock, giving it exactly what it wanted: to slide inside a tunnel of hot, wet flesh. He put his hands on her beautiful breasts and massaged her flesh as she continued to writhe before him. She was grunting in pleasure now, swivelling her hips back and forth, feverishly grinding herself against his body. His own daughter, who used to sit upon his lap as a child, listening to his stories. Now she was here on his lap again, moaning and writhing as she pleasured herself upon his rigid cock. His little girl, who was inches away from having an orgasm upon her father's dick. Her body began to tremble and convulse as she screamed out, and he felt her juices leak out from her pussy, making his groin wet with her sex cream.
He held her there for a second, kissing her sweet breasts as he waited for her pleasure storm to subside. He picked her up and carried her upstairs, as he had so many times before when she was a little girl. But she wasn't little anymore; she was a ripe young female, and he was carrying her to his bedroom with a very different purpose in mind.
He laid her upon the bed, and she stared into her father's hungry eyes as he crawled on top of her. She could feel his cock nudging against her sex, its warm flesh hard with lustful need. She watched in fascination as he guided the tip of his cock to her waiting slit. Then she felt it, pushing past her pussy lips and sliding inside her, and she smiled in satisfaction. He had a nice cock, and she imagined that her mother had felt like this almost twenty years ago, as he had filled her cunt and created a child - a child that he was now thrusting his cock in and out of. She bit her lower lip as he moved inside her, parting her inner walls with a steady, insistent rhythm. "Oh yes, that feels nice, father. Fuck me...fuck your sexy young daughter with that wonderful cock!"
He pushed her thighs as far apart as they would go, and began to screw her faster. She could feel his balls slap against her bottom with every thrust, and the room was filled with the erotic noise of their incestuous fucking. She moaned and grunted as his hard organ delved in and out of her, sliding deliciously against her pussy walls, which instinctively clutched at his invading meat. "Is this how the farmer punished his wife?" she asked, panting lustfully. "Is this how he punished her...with his cock?" She threw her head back and moaned loudly. "Oh, punish me, Daddy! I've been a bad girl, so punish me with your wonderful cock!"
The royal vizier grunted like an animal as he lay on top of his daughter and furiously banged his cock in and out of her sopping cunt. Her words were driving him wild, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to stop fucking her. He didn't want to fill her up with his seed, but her pussy just felt too good, and his hungry cock slid in and out of her buttery cunt with swift, furtive thrusts. "Daddy, you're not going to stop, are you?" she panted. "You're going to put a baby in my belly, just like you did to Mom! Aren't you, Daddy?" Her breathing suddenly quickened, and her body began to convulse. "Aren't you?" she screamed, as her orgasm broke loose and made her body twist and writhe in ecstasy. A torrent of female cum washed over his invading dick as it plunged in and out of her gooey cunt. The sight of his naked little girl thrashing about in orgasmic surrender sent him flying over the edge, and he felt his own cum erupting inside her, spurting jet after jet of sperm-laden semen into her frothy womb.
The two of them lay there for several minutes, father and daughter holding each other close and enjoying the afterglow. "I will marry the king," she murmured, "and there is nothing that can be done to stop me." She smiled and brushed her hand across his forehead. "But thank you for trying."