The Little Muck

It was the year of Harun al‐Rashid's accession to the throne in Baghad. Baghdad was a large province of the Abbasid Empire, which stretched from Turkey to China. Umeya was a maid for a rich merchant, she was 14, sexy and beautiful. The lascivious merchant had not yet fully internalized the teachings and wisdom of Islam. Good was what he desired. Good was he who submitted to him. He was extremely rich, he always gave generous alms in the mosque and that was the only reason he was popular, the only reason. He did not treat his slaves badly, but he demanded everything from them.

His lips dripped lustfully when the merchant saw the beautiful Umeya for the first time in his farm. Like all girls her age, she was in full bloom, she had beautiful, full breasts, a very slim body with womanly hips, a beautiful childlike face and thick brown hair that hung down to her shoulders. She was the child of a poor family with many children and had to go to work early. The merchant paid well and she gave a large part of her wages to her mother. She was of a gentle, simple disposition and the only thing she definitely did not have was sexual experience. Of course, she had always seen her parents fucking, and her mother explained to her that this was how babies were made. She did not need to know anything more. Her brothers had taught her to masturbate them and she did it good‐naturedly, the brothers loved and kissed her lovingly, so that was a good thing. Otherwise she had no idea, she was an untouched virgin despite her age.

The lecherous merchant licked his lips and ordered her to follow him. So she followed him into the bedroom, unsuspecting. He stripped her naked and said what a beautiful girl she was. She nodded eagerly, she had been told that over and over again. The merchant smiled. "Do you like to fuck?" he asked and she said she didn't know what that was. "You've never slept with a man, a boy?" he asked, not believing his luck. "Yes," said Umeya, "I used to sleep with all my siblings!" The merchant smiled. "But you haven't had a cock yet!?" the merchant continued. "Yes," Umeya replied, "I have learned to rub my brothers cock to make them squirt, which is what all boys need before they go to sleep!" The merchant's smile grew very broad, he looked like a fed up cat.

"Come on, let's lie down on the bed, we're going to fuck!" Umeya nodded obediently and lay down on the bed, the merchant next to her. She noticed his stiff cock and asked if she should rub it until he squirted? The merchant nodded and she rubbed it like she did her brothers. But the merchant interrupted her and made her lie on her back. "Now we're going to fuck!" he said and Umeya nodded, she had no idea. He penetrated her and she squealed softly as he tore her hymen. "That's only the first time," the merchant assured her, "you won't feel any pain when we fuck!" Umeya nodded obediently, because he was now fucking her like her dad had fucked her mom in front of the whole crowd of children. But he fucked her for much longer than her dad and then squirted the full load of his semen into her, then he was finished. Her dad always pulled his cock out and squirted on her mom's belly.

"So, did you enjoy the fucking?" he asked and she nodded eagerly. "Especially the explosion at the end, that was great!" said the simple‐minded Umeya, and he said that that was the orgasm, the great fulfillment. That's what you did the fucking for, for the orgasm! He was very pleasantly surprised at how easy going Umeya was, how easily she came to orgasm. "But yes," answered Umeya, "of course I want to fuck you again, if your time allows!" The merchant now purred like the cat mentioned above. He assigned her to gardening so that she was always nearby.

He fucked Umeya every day, as often as he could. She was a rocket in bed, and if he hadn't been a confirmed bachelor, who knows, maybe he would have married her. She thought the fucking was great, it was always a welcome break from gardening and the orgasms were wonderful. They fucked non‐stop for 3 years, then Umeya got pregnant. She was completely confused, but that's just how it was. She asked some older women what was in store for her. The merchant gave her a big bag full of gold coins and sent her away, he didn't need children around him.

She bought a tiny house on the river bank, she opened a small shop in front of her house and sold all kinds of household items. A friendly woman helped her with all of this, like a big sister. She never saw the merchant again, she had a little son and swore never to have another child, because it was a hard birth. She called her son Muck, which was derived from the name of the treacherous merchant. Her house consisted of only one room, at night she rolled out the mat and Muck slept naked with her, just like her. He was healthy and cheerful, but at the age of 4 he stopped growing and a hump grew on him. As a boy he was only 1.10m tall, at 16 he was 1.45m tall and stayed that way for a long time. Hardly anyone wanted to play with the small hunchback, he had no friends apart from the nice old Persian across the street who always had time for Muck. Al‐Mahdi, that was his name, was a very old man and spent the whole day reading his books. Once a day he took little Muck for a walk along the river bank and taught the boy how the stars and planets moved, what bloodthirsty events were currently shaking the Persian Empire and how Harun Al‐Rashid's empire worked. "If you like, I'll show you how to read," said Al‐Mahdi, "all you have to do is ask your mother to fuck me once a month." Little Muck nodded and asked what fucking was. Al‐Mahdi explained it to the seven‐year‐old in broad terms. "So, let me know if she agrees, then I'll teach you to read!"

Umeya threw her hands up in the air when little Muck asked her that evening. Of course she knew everything about Lord Al‐Mahdi. He had once been the grand vizier of an emperor of Persia, a rich man with a lot of influence and a large harem, as was common at the time. He was a follower of the Mithras cult, he was not a orthodox believer. When the emperor was poisoned, he fled here to Baghdad and lived alone and modestly in the big house. He had no wife and no daughter to fuck, he sat every night on the stone bench behind his house and masturbated in the moonlight. Umeya had often seen this herself, it was not hearsay. She often sneaked into his garden when he turned off the light in the house. She often looked longingly at his beautiful, large cock, which he rubbed with pleasure in the moonlight and then squirted on the rose bushes. He was an astrologer, philosopher and a scholar. If he could give little Muck a little education for such a low price? She "will think about it," she said to little Muck. The next day she went over to Sir Al‐Mahdi.

They drank fine tea from Persia and talked about all the details. She told him that she hadn't fucked anyone for 7 years and that she didn't want to get pregnant again. He understood that very well, contraception was important. It could be calculated, he said, all women in his homeland used contraception like that. It could be calculated based on the monthly bleeding. Umeya looked uncertainly at the nice, friendly man. "I don't have a monthly bleeding, Excellency," she said, "I only had bleeding a few times before I got pregnant, then never again, not for 8 years." He smiled kindly and put a hand on her arm. "If a woman no longer has a bleeding, she is infertile and can no longer have children. That's how it is." Umeya's eyes opened wide. "You mean I can't get pregnant if I fuck a man?" He nodded in agreement. "I guarantee that, my daughter," the old man said kindly.

Umeya thought about it so much that he asked her what was bothering her. "I've been thinking," she said, "that you can fuck me once a month if you teach my son to read, Excellency!" He smiled. "You see, I have hundreds, thousands of Persian books here, about all things in the world." Umeya turned pale. "My Muck doesn't speak Persian, what's the use of reading?" She's not so stupid, he thought and smiled. "If you pay me with fucking more often, let's say twice a month, then Muck will learn Persian too, it's the most beautiful language in the world!" Umeya nodded, "good, then twice, Excellency! I'm ready for it, Muck is my everything!"

The deal was perfect. Al‐Mahdi suggested a first test run. Umeya blushed deeply. "I haven't bathed today, Sir, I'm very embarrassed!" He nodded, because he knew that this was important to many women. He smiled. "Lie down on the sofa and let me look, and you look at me too!" Umeya nodded, lay down on the sofa and lifted her dress up to her belly button. He whistled through his teeth. "What a wonderful thing you have, my daughter," he said, "I've seen and fucked hundreds of pussies, and yours is one of the most beautiful!" Umeya spread her legs wide and pulled her labia apart with her fingers, as he had said.

Now he took out his cock. She had only seen the cocks of her brothers and the merchant so far. But this one was certainly the biggest and thickest she had ever seen. She asked uncertainly whether it would go into her little fuckhole? She sometimes woke up at night with an orgasm, she said, and then she stuck her index finger in the hole to thrust for a while, so she knew how small and tight that hole was. He laughed proudly. "Your pussy adapts to the size, no matter how big it is. It can even fit a horse's cock in," he said, and she jumped. "A horse? A riding horse, perhaps?" He smiled superiorly. "Some farmers' wives actually let themselves be fucked by a horse, I've seen it with my own eyes, little Umeya!" She asked him to tell her about it and blushed, because what was going through her mind was both hot and disgusting.

She sat up and grabbed his cock. "It's much bigger than my Muck's father's. I doubt it will fit in me!" His Excellency said that they would have to try it out immediately, he didn't want to be cheated out of his wages! Umeya still had the horse's cock in front of her, fucking the nasty farmer's wife, as he had drawn it in filthy words. She nodded in agreement and spread her labia wide. His cock touched her and she immediately said, "It's much too thick, Excellency!", but he kept pushing. "It won't go in any further, Excellency!" she repeated, but he pushed his cock forward millimeter by millimeter. She held her breath because he went in, very, very slowly. And then, all of a sudden, it was all the way in. She looked up at him. "It's all the way in now, Excellency!" but he stood motionless in front of her with his eyes closed. Suddenly she noticed that he was squirting, pumping his semen inside. "You're squirting, Excellency, you're squirting inside me!" But he kept pumping and pumping, he seemed to enjoy it. Umeya was silent and had to wait a long time until he was finished pumping. He opened his eyes, beaming. "Aaah, that was fine! Now you know that my cock is not too big and that I can still squirt. And I know that you can pay for your son's education. That's good, isn't it, for both of us?" Umeya nodded and his Excellency pulled his cock out now. She threw down her skirt and stood up. They agreed on when she should come to him, preferably on Friday when the men are at Friday prayers. Then she went home in high spirits.

Little Muck did a somersault of joy. He was a dwarf, he had an oversized nose, a hump and a very large cock. But he was the only one in his age group who had a private tutor! He kept throwing himself on Umeya's neck, then suddenly stopped. "You have to pay him with sex, the old man had said," he said, "is it okay for you to pay with sex?" Umeya hugged her little darling. "You are my everything, dear Muck! I would do anything for you, sex is a small price to pay for learning a language and reading too!"

Muck pressed himself against Umeya at night as usual, the nights in Baghdad were hot and people slept naked. He was almost completely asleep and mumbled, "Thank you, Mom, for fucking him!" Umeya smiled and they fell asleep.

Muck went to Al‐Mahdi every day and studied diligently. He was very talented and absorbed every word of the old master like a sponge. On Friday Umeya went with him. He sat down on a chair in the corner and promised to be quiet. Umeya took off her dress and lay naked on the sofa. Al‐Mahdi lay naked next to her. Muck looked at the old man's cock and breathed a sigh of relief. It was only slightly bigger than his own. He had known for a long time that he had a very big cock. When bathing in the river he could see the puny cocks of the other boys and the girls giggled and whispered to each other, certainly because of his big cock.

Al‐Mahdi stimulated Umeya's clit very skillfully. Muck saw this for the first time. His eyes widened as his master's cock parted her pussy lips and her hole widened as he penetrated her. Muck had never seen it before, he saw his mother fuck for the very first time! Then the old man fucked the young woman, she was only 26 years old and sighed with pleasure. Muck had already seen the fucking a few times from a distance, when the couples fucked on the river bank. But now he saw it up close! Umeya only had a tiny pussy hole and the master forced his cock in gently and slowly so that the pussy hole could adjust. The old man did not fuck as fast as the couples on the river bank, but Muck saw how Umeya became hotter and hotter and after a quarter of an hour she twitched and came to an orgasm. He was already familiar with the girls' orgasms, he had spied on them on the river bank often enough.

A few moments later the master squirted, which Muck also saw up close for the first time, the master had to pump for a very long time before he was finished. Muck found the fucking really great and exciting, he pressed his fingers to his pants where the stiff cock was hidden. But he still couldn't do anything with it. Umeya left shortly afterwards and he studied with his master until sunset.

Umeya blossomed. Daud, as she was now to call him and no longer Excellency, fucked much better than her merchant, that was for sure! She went with Muck every other Friday and let him fuck her. She loved orgasms more than anything, because she had only known it from the merchant and her unchaste dreams before, she knew nothing about female masturbation. Daud fucked very sensitively and attached great importance to Umeya always having an orgasm.

The years went by, Muck studied well and spoke fluent Persian and could read all books, even those with difficult content. He would then look up and ask his master. He was the smartest man in the world, he knew everything and sometimes he could talk for hours about something that Muck had not understood. Muck listened very attentively and did not even notice how smart he had become.

Muck reached the age where his stiff cock plagued him night after night. He remembered that he had seen the other boys rubbing and squirting on the girls' bodies on the river bank. He rubbed himself in the same way and squirted for the first time! This was the most ingenious invention since the Great Flood! Umeya had thought about rubbing him like her brothers, but for some reason she decided against it. Things therefore developed gradually.

Muck masturbated several times in a row until his cock became soft. He pressed his glans onto Umeya's buttocks, who was lying on her side. He squirted over her buttocks, but she didn't make a sound. Only when he masturbated more than three times in a row did she speak to him. "Don't do it too often, my dear child, it can make you blind!" and little Muck nodded. They both knew the poor blind man who sat on the street corner and begged. Umeya sometimes bent down and masturbated him with a gentle hand. The blind man was grateful that he was allowed to touch her body while she was masturbating him. She was not interested in the passers‐by who walked past shaking their heads. Let them look, the idiots, she was only doing it to relax the poor guy like her brothers.

Muck asked Umeya if he could stick his cock in her ass crack while masturbating and squirting. "Of course," she said, lifting one leg in a side position and spreading her ass cheeks with her hands. Muck was quite enchanted that he was allowed to squirt in her ass crack, Umeya sighed a little and let him do it for months. It was okay for both of them.

Many months later he accidentally squirted all over her pussy. Umeya turned to him and asked if he would rather squirt in her pussy hole after masturbating in her asshole? She didn't care, so he said yes. For the next few months he masturbated in her ass crack, then she turned onto her back and raised her spread legs to the sky, spreading her pussy hole as wide as she could. She looked like a sliced ​​peach, her legs in the air, her ass cheeks on the left and right, and her little pussy hole in between. He searched for her fuck hole with the tip of his penis and put the tip of his glans into the hole, but only a few millimeters, not the whole glans! Only the tip of his glans with it's tiny hole. Now he masturbated and squirted the full load inside through his hole. Later, when she was already lying on her side sleeping or dozing, he had to spread her ass cheeks with his hands and put the tip of his glans inside. Then he masturbated and squirted inside her pussy. Most of the time she wasn't fast asleep and giggled, "It tickles so nicely, the squirting inside!" They did that for many months.

One night years later he asked quietly if he could fuck her properly, in the pussy hole? Umeya thought for a moment. Some of her friends let their older sons fuck them, but many criticized or despised them. But whom for heavens sake could fuck little Muck? She pulled herself together and nodded in agreement. "Can you do it from the side?" she asked, "because you're too heavy for me." Muck whispered that he could. She lifted one leg and spread her labia with her fingers. Muck's cock was big, even bigger than Daud's. She grabbed his cock and carefully inserted it a little. Daud was right, the pussy adjusted to the size. "Not so fast, big boy, otherwise you'll burst my little hole!" He asked, "is that okay?" but she shook her head, "go really slowly and carefully!" He tried hard and after a few moments he met resistance. "I can't go any further, Mom," he said miserably. She shrugged her shoulders, "if you're so deep inside, you don't need to push in any deeper, otherwise you'll blow my hole! Now you can really fuck me!" Muck fucked her from behind at the same pace as Master Daud did, while she lay on her side. He fucked her well and she had a nice orgasm like with Daud, whom she now fucked every Friday. But Muck was still stiff and wanted to keep fucking. She had another orgasm and gasped for air. He came in her pussy three times in total, only then did his cock go soft.

Within a month he fucked all the girls on the river bank or in the river. None of them made stupid jokes about his short stature or his hump, he was allowed to fuck one every afternoon, he didn't want to do anything more than that. The boys accepted that he was now popular with the girls and became friends a little. He had somehow arrived, he fucked one girl every day and squirted his full load into her. Of course he had to be careful, he didn't want to blow anyone's pussy. None of the girls on the riverside were virgins; they all came from poor backgrounds like him, where virginity had no meaning at all.

Then followed some beautiful, quiet years. Umeya went to Daud every Friday, Muck fucked her every night and squirted inside once or twice. Up until then she had rejected every attempt by customers to flirt, but now she took a closer look at the guys. She turned down the brutal, dirty and pushy ones. She invited the fine and clean men, who also paid a gold piece for it, into her house and let them fuck her. They were all friendly and decent, but most of them only had small or medium‐sized cocks, so she rarely had an orgasm with this passing trade. But they remained friendly and polite. So 4 to 6 gold pieces a week came into her purse, which was more than she earned from sales. But she did not give up her shop. But word got around, men were constantly coming, and each time they brought a gold piece.

At noon, when his master was taking a nap, Muck walked the few steps to the river. The girls were already waiting for him, cheering and screaming with joy. The 11 to 17 year old girls showed off their sexiest side and cheered loudly when he had made his choice. Only the older ones had a delicate fluffy down on their pussies, but the naked, childlike ones attracted him the most. He went into the knee‐deep water and started to fuck the girl. He was very careful, he didn't want to burst the little pussies. He penetrated very carefully until he felt resistance. Then he fucked, surrounded by the crowd of other girls. He usually pulled his cock out when he squirted, that seemed right to him. None of these children should become mothers prematurely. He let the sun dry him off and went back to Master Daud.

When his master was taking a nap, Muck usually went to the river bank. Sometimes he met someone who had no problem talking to a dwarf. Sometimes a fascinating conversation developed and his conversation partners were impressed by how clever this small hunchback was. Once he was strolling along the riverside road and spotted a girl reading a book; he recognized the Persian book immediately. He bowed to her and spoke to her in Persian. She responded with surprise and politeness, but he immediately noticed that she could not speak Persian well. He switched to the Arabic dialect of Baghdad and asked her how she liked the text. He had read the book some time ago; it was a love story in which a political criticism of the emperor was hidden. She was quite impressed and pointed to the grass, asking him to sit next to her.

"My name is Ran, actually Ranawarasara, but that is too long." He introduced himself as Muck, 21 years old, learning Persian from a master and studying the great knowledge of this culture. "My father insists that I learn Persian because I am promised to a Persian. But he is too old for me," she added, but she did not answer his question about her father. He knew that only noble girls were promised to men, so he did not ask any more. They discussed Firdausi's work for an hour, and Ran was amazed at where politics were hidden in this love story. He had to leave, Al‐Mahdi had certainly already finished his afternoon nap. He asked Ran if he could see her again, he, the hunchbacked dwarf. Only now did she look at him more closely, as he was standing. "Oh, I didn't notice any of that," Ran lied, "and of course we can see each other again, I come here every afternoon so I can read in peace." So the things stood and he went to the master.

Ran's face did not leave his mind. Was he about to fall in love, perhaps with a girl who came from an unattainable class? She was so pretty, probably 16 or 17, she had a slim body and small, firm breasts. Her big, golden eyes were as deep as the ocean, her face smooth and beautiful, although no one would call her particularly beautiful because of her big hooked nose. But she smelled so good, he could smell her scent, her perfume, for hours. Her hair was well‐groomed and dark black. He dreamed of her when he fell asleep.

The next morning he read this work by the poet Firdausi again, he waited impatiently until the master lay down. He ran along the quayside, Ran was already there. She smiled at him. "Yesterday I thought you were still a child, but today I remembered, you are four years older than me." So 17, he thought. He smiled when she mentioned his appearance. "That is something we have in common, a beautiful big nose," she said and laughed as loud as a bell. He joined in the laughter. "It would be even better if we had more in common! A hunchbacked dwarf with magnificent, full breasts! That would be a sensation!" They laughed again and again, he spoke of her beautiful body in an almost inappropriate way, she in turn laughed that she would not have been sold off to an old, filthy rich Persian if she had his hump. He became serious. It had made him sad that she was promised to a man she did not value and love. That was unfair! "A person, a girl is not a pound of meat that can be hawked at the market to the highest bidder!" he said dejectedly. Ran also became serious. "This is politics, family politics. All the girls around me suffer the same fate as me, they are not asked whether they even want this man. The father marries them off to make a profit. It is then a gamble whether you get a man who is lovable and whom you can love. But if your father is the caliph..." Ran put a hand to her mouth in horror, that was not a fake act. Muck was silent for a few long seconds. "Your father is a caliph?" he asked quietly, shuddering. She looked at him strangely. "How many caliphs do you know, clever Muck!?" He was silent for a long time again. "Only one, ours. Harun Al‐Raschid. The caliph of Baghad."

Tears slowly rolled down Ran's cheeks, but she did not cry. "I didn't really want to say it, because every conversation dies at this moment, and I didn't want to scare you away, dear Muck!" Muck had recovered from his initial shock. The class barrier was impenetrable, he knew that. But he was in love with Ran, there was no doubt about that. In a split second he decided to ignore the class barrier. Somehow. He would never be able to marry her legitimately. He would not be recognized by anyone in the higher classes, not as a bridegroom, not as a lover, not even as an affair. Only platonic friendship seemed feasible to him.

"Our conversation will not die if we keep it alive, dear Ran. No one, not even the Caliph, can forbid us from being friends as long as we behave appropriately. I am happy that you are a princess, because you can lead a beautiful life. And I want this friendship, Ran, unattainable Caliph's daughter!" Ran wiped the tears from her cheeks. The movement was almost angry. "And you want this friendship, even though one day I will be given to a rich Persian?"

She looked straight at him and he looked back in the same way. "I would seal it with a kiss," he began, but Ran interrupted him, "but you will damn well not do that because I don't know where my minders and spies are hiding!" She smiled and he smiled too. "What a clumsy idiot I am," he scolded himself loudly, "of course I have to ask you first if I can kiss you at all!" Ran smiled her cat smile. "If it weren't for the minders and the spies..." she left the sentence unfinished. Muck, the dwarf, bowed and smiled. "Feel kissed, Caliph's daughter!" and they both laughed. Ran picked up Firdausi's novel again and they spent a good hour analyzing and debating, then he had to leave.

At night, after fucking, he sat up and caressed Umeya's full breasts. "I've fallen in love, Mom," he said and she looked at him wide awake. "Great, my boy, that's good news! Have you fucked her yet?" He shook his head. "No, Mom. It's very complicated, she's the Caliph's daughter!" Uyema sat up with a jerk as if she had been stung by a tarantula. "You're kidding, Muck!" When she was angry, she only said "Muck," not "dear Muck" or anything like that. He sobbed briefly. "It's the truth, I'm not joking. And I'm completely devastated!"

Umeya was not just the woman he fucked, but she was a mother with all her heart. She hugged him and let him cry on her shoulder. She said nothing and just let him cry. He had regained his composure and she had thought about it. "Oh, it's a misfortune! The class barriers..." he interrupted her, "... are insurmountable. I know, and she knows it too." She stroked his back. "I have no experience in matters of love, my dear son. Never forget that she is the Caliph's daughter, it could cost you your head. Has she even told you that she loves you?" He shook his head in denial. "We haven't got that far yet, Ma!" he said quietly. "But I know, and she knows."

"So you'll ask her right away, otherwise you're chasing a pipe dream. And if she loves you back, she'll fuck you, despite all the class differences that separate you." He nodded, "You're absolutely right, Mama, that's the only way it can work. And I don't care anymore if I'm just an affair. El Fadl and his Fatima were just an affair, all their long lives." Umeya didn't know who they were, but she understood what he wanted to say. "It often doesn't take very long, just look at your father. He took me and chewed me up, then he threw away the empty shell. I haven't been angry with him for a long time, little Muck, because he gave me the best and dearest son in the world!"

They talked for a long time, he told her everything truthfully, because he wasn't a nasty liar. Then they fell asleep, Muck slept dreamlessly.

Al‐Mahdi didn't mind extending the lunch break. He had experienced enough love affairs and knew how much time one had to take for them. He was sensitive and didn't question Muck any further. If he didn't want to say the girl's name yet, it was okay. "If I can contribute something or you want to ask me something, go ahead, I'm here and I'm your friend!" Muck's tears welled up; the old man liked him, and not just because he had a sexy young mother. So it was that Muck was able to spend every lunch break with Ran.

They didn't talk about class anymore, that didn't help. Ran was very curious about his sexuality and was also very open about her sexual secrets. She was still an untouched virgin, as her father expected of her. She had learned to masturbate at an early age and masturbated every night before going to sleep. She had often secretly spied when two servants were fucking each other, so she was actually familiar with that. One of her playmates had been a lesbian since she was a child and wanted to make love to her, but she didn't feel like a lesbian, so they only occasionally played with each other's clits, nothing more.

He had little to say. As a hunchbacked dwarf, he was never included in the sexual games of his peers. All he could do was watch from afar. He saw the boys masturbate, he saw the girls masturbate, he saw the couples fuck from afar. He slept at Umeya's and had been fucking her for about 3 years. Every afternoon he had fucked a girl of his age in the shallow river, he had fucked all of them several times because they liked his big, hard cock. But it was just fucking, he hadn't had a love affair with any of them.

Muck considered whether he should tell, then gave himself a mental jerk. "Umeya is my mother and she fucks my master once a week to pay for my training." So, now it was out, he took a deep breath. Ran looked at him with wide eyes. "You're fucking your mother, dear Muck!?" she said, turning pale. "That's forbidden, as you know!" He shrugged his shoulders. "It may be forbidden, but that's the way it is. Look at me, what girl would fuck a cripple like that?" he said stubbornly. Ran suddenly smiled. "I see something you don't see!" she exclaimed in good humor. He followed her gaze, uncomprehending. Then they both laughed at the same time. His cock had become stiff and the tip of his cock was peeking out cheekily from under his shorts.

Ran laughed and briefly put her arm over his shoulder, but immediately let go of him, the guards! She looked into his eyes with a mischievous smile. "Show me yours, then I'll show you mine!" He looked at her questioningly. "Well, I've already seen a part of it, now show me the whole thing," she explained cheekily. He didn't hesitate and pulled his stiff cock out of his pants. She looked and stared and grabbed it briefly, pulling the foreskin back as far as it would go. After a few minutes she let go and he packed his cock back in the garage. Now he looked at her. She had turned blood red, but she pulled her dress up, over her knees, so far that her pussy was exposed. "It looks very childlike," he whispered, "completely hairless!" She whispered that no woman of her bloodline had pubic hair. He looked at her invitingly. Ran parted her labia and showed him her small clit, which was well hidden and also stiff. He touched the clit and pulled back the foreskin. Ran had turned blood red, but she let him explore the clit. When he nodded in satisfaction, she adjusted her skirt. "I just hope our guards are dozing," she said, smiling, "or I'll have a thunderstorm tonight!" They laughed.

They met every day. After 14 days he told her that he was in love with her. She read two more lines from Firdausi's love story, then she breathed, "I love you too, my Muck, my unattainable darling!" Their fingers met as they had so often met on the pages of the book. But this time they intertwined their fingers and held each other tightly. No guard, no spy could see that. They spent the next half hour talking about how much they would both like to fuck each other. They want to think about it, it would definitely be inappropriate. That was certainly the case.

They met every day. Ran loved to hold his cock in her hand, she no longer thought about the guards. "I used to see the pageboys' little boy cocks in the palace and touch them too. I first watched them masturbate and squirt, I even did it myself a few times. When their cocks got soft again, they were small and cute," said Ran. "But your cock is completely different. It is much bigger than any I have ever seen before. It is quite hard even when it is not erect. And when I push your foreskin back and forth, it gets very hard, that impresses me," concluded Ran. Muck said there were two kinds of cocks, "the meat cocks like mine stay hard for half an hour or more, even after squirting. That is an advantage when fucking, I can just keep fucking until it gets soft again." Ran asked if he would talk about fucking, and he did so without hesitation. Ran sighed, "I love you very much, my dear, and I would love to fuck you because I can feel how much I belong to you." They talked like this for many days, and both felt sexual desire for each other.

They had known each other for almost three months when he led her to a hidden spot in the small forest on the other side of the riverside road. "We'll be undisturbed here," he said, and they lay down on the forest floor. Ran was very shy and reserved as they both undressed. They pressed themselves innocently against each other and gave each other long French kisses. Ran said she had learned to kiss from her lesbian playmate. From then on they went to this spot every day, pressed their naked bodies against each other and kissed. Muck didn't let himself get carried away; waiting was the wisest thing to do. They always talked about fucking, losing the virginity, and the consequences, since she was promised to someone else.

Ran took the first step after a few days. "I have to break father's command," she said, "he wants to keep my virginity so that I can give it to an old drunkard I've never seen. I love you, not him, I want to give you my virginity because my heart tells me to." She defiantly wiped the tears from her cheek. "I don't really care what my fiancé will say about it. Come on, dear Muck, let's fuck each other!" He thought for a long time, then nodded. "Even if it costs me my head!" Ran looked deep into his eyes. "Even if it costs me my head!"

He lay down next to her and stimulated her clit until she was very hot and urged him with hot French kisses. He lay down between her thighs, she grabbed his cock and inserted it into her vaginal entrance. She was hopelessly excited, but she looked firmly into his eyes and nodded. He penetrated very carefully, she had a very small, tight pussy hole and he wanted to be gentle. Her hymen stretched and tore. He could see that her eyelids blinked a little, but she didn't seem to feel much pain. He slowly penetrated further until he met resistance. She closed her eyes and smiled as he slowly began to thrust.

He fucked her for a very long time, more than half an hour. She was used to orgasms from masturbating at night and it turned out that she was very easy orgasming. She had three orgasms while fucking, she smiled horny and satisfied as he just kept fucking. He squirted in great excitement, he squirted his full load into her hole, then he sank breathlessly onto the forest floor next to Ran. They were both exhausted and gasping for air. "We have to be careful, I'll ask my master about contraception." Ran agreed, an unplanned pregnancy would be fatal. They heard from afar how one or two guards were loudly and inconsiderately coming through the small forest. They avoided the nagging women, there were actually two of them, and sat down again on the grass by the riverside, discussing Firdausi's book. In reality they were talking about fucking, certainly not about Firdausi.

The two guards, big fat old women, burst out of the forest, panting and gasping. They discussed it briefly, then stood in front of the princess. "Where have you been?" one of them hissed. Ran looked at her with a smile, the picture of calm. "I went into the forest, the boy knows his way around well and showed me lots of interesting things. I'm still allowed to do that, I guess?" The guard winced. "Of course, princess! We were just worried." She glanced briefly at Muck, who she thought was a child. Ran immediately took advantage of this. "I'll let the little boy lead me through the forest every day, whether you like it or not. He won't do anything to me, the boy!" The guards nodded, no, the child wouldn't do anything to her.

So that's how it was. They went into the forest every day to fuck, the old master had taught him how to calculate the dangerous days. On these days they only fucked briefly until Ran had her first orgasm, then she took his cock in her mouth, masturbated him skillfully and made him squirt in her mouth. Grinning, she swallowed his juice. It was a beautiful, wonderful time for the two of them.

Ran only told him at the last moment that she had pulled out all the stops to bring Muck into the palace, officially. She had managed to smuggle him in as an astronomer, he just had to prove his knowledge of astronomy, which at the time was almost only considered astrology in the modern sense. The Astronomical Academy would send a messenger to Sir Al‐Mahdi for him. Muck was speechless, but he knew immediately what she was planning. He smiled and said, "good girl, I won't disappoint you!"

In fact, the messenger came to the master and told him day and time when the Astronomical Academy was expecting Muck. They had three weeks. The master ordered a tailor to make Muck a beautiful dress. Then master Al‐Mahdi dug out all his astronomy and astrology books and Muck studied day and night, only meeting Ran at midday for sex.

Muck went into the palace with a trembling heart. Everything now depended on him, his and Ran's future. The astronomers kept him waiting for hours, his excitement gradually disappeared. He was sure, because he had studied the subject thoroughly, they could ask him whatever they wanted. Then came the test, six old men sat in a circle and he had to sit in the middle. They were prepared for his short stature, but they wanted to know his age. 22, soon 23, he answered. This was followed by questions about his father, his mother, his teacher. He was able to answer the first two questions quickly, but when he named his master, the men looked at each other meaningfully. Yes, he had been his student for 12 years, and the men nodded. He heard them whispering among themselves. Wasn't that the former Grand Vizier of the Persian Emperor? Who came into exile here after his murder, whose son was Caliph of Baghdad for 6 years, who had introduced so many technical innovations and had fallen in battle against the Saheeddins? The gentlemen now directed their questions to him, mainly about his knowledge of the moon. He was on solid ground, he could have talked about the moon for hours. After three hours they let him go and withdrew to consult. A messenger would turn up at his master's within 10 days and tell him everything else.

Muck went home very thoughtful. On the whole he was sure, but there were a few places where he had made mistakes. Had the gentlemen even noticed? He reported the test to Umeya, the master and Ran. The master listened carefully to his mistakes. "These are small things, my son," he said, "you answered the other questions brilliantly, that's all that counts. They will take you." The master nodded in agreement, "They will take you, and we will have to finish your training when you are employed in the palace." Muck was very sad about this, but he listened carefully to the old man, who knew many people in the palace, he even knew the Caliph personally. He knew who the good and who the bad were. Muck listened carefully and remembered everything, it was vital information that he received first hand.

Muck was astonished to hear that the Caliph had over 30 children. Al‐Mahdi had taught the two eldest sons for several years, they were splendid and clever young men, but perhaps they were too impetuous in their desire to go into military service, and there was nothing that could be done about that. The Caliph himself was a clever and wise man, a team player by nature. He relied on blood ties, put uncles, cousins ​​and nephews in charge, and of course his sons too. But, true to the man of his time, his wives and daughters belonged in the harem, not in politics. The master thought highly of the caliph, he was a shrewd politician and a victorious general, although Al‐Mahdi himself did not think much of waging war. In the end, they laid down their weapons and started negotiating, that was always the way it was. Wars were basically pointless, said the old man, negotiations and diplomacy were the real thing. Unfortunately, the master did not know anyone in the Astronomical Academy, as he thought astrology was complete nonsense and that clearly held sway over astronomy in the palace. In any case, he would always give Muck good advice, said the old man and hugged Muck.

The messenger came with good news, Muck would be accepted and would work as an astronomer for the academy. He said goodbye to Umeya, Al‐Mahdi and Ran and began his service. He received the formal clothing of the astronomers, a very nice room with servants and a salary that seemed astronomical to him, as he reported to his master. Since his training was over, Umeya's obligation to fuck the master was also no longer valid. Umeya smiled shyly and told Daud Al‐Mahdi that she wanted to continue the relationship, voluntarily and for free. Muck was very happy about this, because Daud was a fixed point and a guide for his mother, who continued to run her lucrative whoring business, but had a reliable support in Daud.

Al‐Mahdi was approaching 80 and was enjoying the youthful body of Umeya, who was only 36 and had retained her youthful beauty and sex appeal as well as her love of fucking. Daud loved it when she danced naked in his room when music could be heard from the street and then rode him, he was an old man, the good man! Muck had often spoken to his mother about Lord Daud and she had often told him that she was very happy to fuck Daud once a week. He was the most sensitive and best man she had ever fucked. The walk‐in customers? Umeya made a dismissive gesture. "No one worth mentioning!" she exclaimed, "they bring me a gold piece, but no sexual pleasure!"

Ran had thought everything through and arranged it well. She wanted to have her lover around her, she wanted to have him officially in the palace, she wanted to give him a respectable career and a good income. So it was nothing unusual for a princess to walk in the garden with an official and have a conversation. Any unchastity was impossible in the garden, even the smallest kiss that did not reach her fingertips would be noticed and seen. Muck could not go to the women's house, of course, only the Caliph and the eunuchs were ever allowed in. But it was not at all difficult for Ran to visit Muck in his room. After fucking, she said dejectedly that she still masturbated before going to sleep, as if she were addicted. Muck kissed her on the mouth. "It is your pleasure in your body, not an addiction and certainly nothing bad! I think of you every night before I go to sleep and from now on especially of your sweet little clit!" They laughed and hugged each other. She came every day to fuck, they went for a walk in the garden every day to talk about everything. Working at the academy left him a lot of free time.

After a few months he knew everyone at the academy, he got along with everyone except Hassan el Badi, who had been working unsuccessfully for decades to become the boss. After all, he was the grandson of a caliph, so he deserved first place. Apart from him, no one believed it, especially since he had a dark, black character. His expert opinions and horoscopes were all dark, black and threatening. He loved to recite them out loud, but in his opinion everything would end in chaos, murder and manslaughter, the mildest of which was a fatal illness, which he predicted for a newborn. There was hardly anyone who took el Badi seriously. Muck wrote his horoscopes unwaveringly, he stuck to predictable facts and it was clear in every document, that he loved people, attributed good qualities to them and did not predict a shameful fate for any child. Like his master Daud, he thought astrology was pure nonsense, but he tried to do the calculations correctly and to be cheerful, confident and positive in his commentary. No baby had any influence on the time of his birth, and whether he became a saint or a murderer had nothing to do with his birth or the stars. He stuck to that.

About half a year had passed when Ran signaled to him to come quickly into the garden. He immediately dropped the quill and ran down into the garden. Ran's cheeks were feverishly red. Muck looked at her worriedly. "I've just had a conversation with my father, the Caliph. He said he had sad news to give," said Ran cheerfully. Muck waited in silence. "My father was very sad, my fiancé in Persia had died. Perhaps my father noticed that my heart leapt for joy, but I became serious again so as not to let my joy show. He looked at me reproachfully, so I quickly asked how my beloved fiancé had died, in battle perhaps? That was too much even for my stern father. He struggled to hold back a laugh. "Him, in battle!? No, in the womb of a whore from Samarkand, as my ambassador announced in his letter. Officially it was just a heart attack, the brothel was never mentioned." Muck couldn't suppress his grin. "Not a nice way to become a widow," he said, grinning. Ran continued. My father was very worried, I had no fiancé and we had to find a new one, which was very difficult because of my shamefully large nose." Muck asked in surprise, "What nose!?"

Ran was still happy. "I told my father not to waste his time, I had enough time to find a fiancé myself, there are plenty of good and handsome men in the palace, I'll find one there. My father remained skeptical. The nobles in the palace are all married, so only civil servants remain. I should immediately put a subordinate servant or stable boy out of my mind! I lowered my eyes, just as you command, oh Caliph! In exactly one year I will introduce you to my fiancé, dear father! He muttered to himself that the whole thing was improper and not in accordance with custom, for a princess her father was looking for a bridegroom, from whom he also expected an additional gain for reasons of state. I teased him that he could try to let the prince choose between his kingdom and my pretty hooked nose! He growled that it was all improper and that he had no time for it now. My father pulled himself together and said, "OK, in one year from today! And no subordinate servant or stable boy!" I kissed him on the cheek and ran off. I wanted to tell you that right away!"

Muck had had time to think in the meantime. The class difference was surmountable, so he took a deep breath. He looked at Ran, beaming. "So you can look around in the civil service, have I understood that correctly?" She laughed at him, beaming. "Exactly, my love! My father wants to get me married, I'm already over 19 and people would wonder why he didn't manage it? Very well, I'll look around in the civil service to see if there isn't a really nice little man there!" He took her hand and kissed her fingertips, because he wasn't allowed to kiss her, and they both laughed with shining eyes. "I'm not allowed to kiss you here in the gardens, my love!" he said.

Several months passed when, after a long meeting, one of the Caliph's servants grabbed Muck by his sleeve. "The Caliph wishes to see you, honorable Astronomer, immediately!" He led him up the stairs and stopped in front of a door. He knocked on the door and let Muck in. He threw himself on the floor and greeted the ruler appropriately. He had never seen the Caliph Harun so close up. Now he looked much younger, Muck knew that he was 51. He told him to sit down and shook his head, he spoke Persian because he had been born in Persia. "I can only see the top of your head!" he complained. Muck knelt on the seat so that they were eye to eye. "You called for me, o Caliph?" asked Muck in fluent Persian. The Caliph clapped his hands and called to the servant, two cups of wine!, then he looked more closely at Muck. "Before I ask my questions, tell me your name and your age, young man!" He was surprisingly friendly, not the cannibal as the people said. "My name is Muckinandras, o Caliph, but everyone calls me Muck, my friends may call me little Muck. I am 25 years old and work for you as an astronomer." He bowed deeply again.

"Welcome, little Muck, my dear friend! I was just a little irritated because you are hardly bigger than a boy. So, enough of the superficialities, I want to talk to you about the lecture by the astronomer el Badi regarding my upcoming campaign against the Saheeddins. You did not seem to agree with his explanations?" Little Muck was speechless. "O Caliph, my friendship with Sie el Badi is well known, you will have heard of it, and I make no secret of my dislike. If it were up to el Badi, it would be eternal night out there, people would fight over every bite of bread, fight over every woman and murder each other, there would be complete chaos. That is not my world, O Caliph! I see the sun every day and the moon every night, people are born, they work, get married and have children, then we bury them. The sun shines, O Caliph, that is a fact, the flowers bloom beautifully, which is also a fact, and the birds chirp happily. That is my world!" Muck bowed again.

"Don't bow to me like that, little Muck, I speak to you like a friend and not like a stiff, wooden Caliph. The respected el Badi predicted a terrible war against the Saheeddins, that's true. But he also hinted that I could win the battle. What don't you like about that?" Muck didn't bow anymore. "I'm not a pessimist, o Caliph! I can very well imagine that you will inspire your troops with a fiery speech and that you will defeat the Saheeddins. That's how I would speak to my ruler, positively and confidently. If the ruler were my friend, I would ask him what the point of making war is? So far, every war that did not wipe out the enemy down to the last man, ended in the hands of diplomats and in negotiations. It was completely irrelevant who killed more people. I know that, I have eagerly read all the wars of the last centuries." Muck fell silent and looked at the table.

Harun, the Caliph, smiled. "Who, did you say, was your teacher?" and Muck answered, "the honorable Lord Daud Al‐Mahdi, former Grand Vizier of the Persian Empire." Harun nodded. "I knew good old Daud before, a really capable mind. He would have deserved to rule Persia and the empire would be better off than it is today. He taught my two eldest sons after his exile and they learned a lot from him. Except sword‐swinging, good Daud always relied on diplomacy. I understand why you think the way you think." Caliph Harun drummed his fingers impatiently on the tabletop. "Unfortunately, I became ruler in the clamp between two press claws. On the one hand, war, on the other hand, diplomacy, which actually has the last word. If Daud had told me that earlier, I would not have become a caliph, but a stonemason or goldsmith. But I am the caliph now, I have to decide now, here and today. What do you think, little Muck?"

Muck was briefly flattered. "If I were the general in this dilemma, I would have my troops deployed and show up, and at the same time send the best diplomats to the Saheeddins, with clever suggestions and sweetly tempting offers, so that perhaps the battle can be avoided." Caliph Harun smiled broadly. "I sent my diplomats two days ago, my friend. Now I'll let them see the troops. But thank you for your openness!" The Caliph stood up and walked up and down behind his chair. "There is something else I want to ask you, my dear Muck!"

The Caliph stood still when he spoke, otherwise he paced restlessly up and down. "Do you know my children, little Muck?" Muck froze inside; it was clear where they were going. "I do not know your children, although I see them now and then. I only know one of your daughters, o Caliph, the splendid Princess Ranawarasara. We go for a walk in the garden some days at noon, we get on well with each other and can talk to each other about everything." The Caliph nodded, of course he already knew. "How did you meet her?" asked the Caliph. Muck swallowed. "I saw her reading a work by the Persian poet Firdausi on the riverbank, o Caliph, and we started talking about this work. I think she was pleased when I showed her how Firdausi criticized his ruler between the lines. He was a clever man, he hid the criticism in a romance novel. He was clever enough not to let his opponent behead him."

The Caliph laughed quietly. "If you ever write a romance novel, little Muck, I would read it very carefully to see what you criticize about me!" Muck answered immediately. "What I have to criticize, O Caliph, I was able to tell you a minute ago. I am not someone who understands or even loves war. I make no secret of that." He looked the Caliph straight in the eyes for a long time until the latter looked away, irritated. "So Ran probably told you that her fiancé died a few months ago?" asked Ran's father. "She mentioned it in passing, yes, O Caliph," Muck answered immediately. "And how did she say he died?" asked her father sternly. "Statistically, young men are most likely to die in battle, O Caliph," Muck answered, whose discomfort the Caliph could see. "If I give my word to an honorable person, I keep my promise, even if another honorable person threatens me with punishment," he continued. It was clear to Muck that he had answered the Caliph's question without breaking his promise. The Caliph nodded thoughtfully.

"Ran didn't need to pretend to be sad about this man, neither of our characters is that low. But I am her father and I am heartbroken to find a groom for her. With that horrible hooked nose that the poor girl has, I find it very difficult to find a groom!" Muck was silent until the Caliph asked what he meant?

"I have a pretty big nose on my face myself, oh Caliph, and I can only make up for it with my magnificent stature when I go one day looking for a bride!" said Muck, laughing. The Caliph grinned, but became serious again. "Your situation is clear to me, O Caliph. I myself have got used to her nose, which was not difficult, because behind that nose there is a magnificent character, which will certainly make you, as a father, happy and proud. And on the other hand, you are the ruler, and he must expand his kingdom with a calculated marriage policy. That is what the court, and perhaps even your people, expect from you. I must not and do not want to offend any princes abroad, but finding an honest, good husband for your daughter among them will certainly not be easy!" Muck bowed his head, such a long speech to his ruler?

The Caliph stopped. "It relieves me a little that you see my problem so clearly. The court would drive me out of Baghdad in disgrace and shame if it knew how soft my father's heart is in this matter, but I do not want to talk about that now. The palace has eyes and ears, as you well know." He paused briefly and thought. "You are one of her friends, perhaps she will speak about it sometime. That is what I wanted to say. If you call yourself her friend, I hope that you will only give her good and honorable advice. You are the older one, probably more experienced in matters of love than my daughter, and she will listen to you. I demand, yes, I command you to support her in these matters with all your strength. I want her to make a good choice and not a foolish one. She would not be the first princess to fall in love with a stable boy or a stonemason."

Muck lowered his eyes to the ground, Harun should not see the light in his soul. "Just as you command, oh Caliph, I am your loyal servant and the most loyal friend of your splendid daughter!" He almost said lovely instead of splendid. The Caliph stopped. "I often sit there when my Ran is in the tub and the maids wash her. She is magnificently built, my girl, a perfect womanly beauty! Like her sisters, her cunt is hairless, which makes her pussy look childlike and desirable! At that time I was fucking her oldest sister Tamina, but every time I watched the washing and the impudent maids washing Ran's pussy and clit until the poor girl's legs were shaking, I got so horny that I wanted to fuck her right then and there. Only the thought of Tamina stopped me." The Caliph threw his arms heavenward. "Oh, I wish a magic spell or a magic potion would make Ran's nose more beautiful!" Muck could not help himself. "I do not believe in magic, oh Caliph! It only exists to deceive primitive people." He realized that the Caliph might feel insulted and immediately added, "I am sure that you, my Caliph, do not believe in such nonsense." The Caliph looked at him firmly. As a child of his time, he believed in magic and jinns like everyone else in Baghdad at that time. "Be careful, Mr. Astronomer! Your horoscopes could also be considered nonsense." Muck answered immediately. "And they are, my sovereign, and they are! The horoscope is never drawn up for the child, but for the happy parents or relatives. My horoscopes are always written in such a way that the parents feel encouraged to raise their child with lots of love and attention to be the jewel that I present to them." He lowered his head, it was his opinion, but it might have been perceived negatively. The Caliph thought for a long time. "I will think about your words, dear Muck. Time is running out for me, I have to organize the war against the Saheeddins. But I have made up my mind to have a long talk with you about the subject of nonsense after the war. But now farewell, my friend!" Muck bowed several times before he backed out.

Ran discussed this conversation with his father for a long time with Muck. He was a good father, but as a ruler he had to move along the tracks. Ran hugged him lovingly when they were in his room and gasping for air. "Just a few more months and then the year will be over and I will introduce you to my father as a bridegroom." He nodded grimly. "Just a few more months and then my poor head will roll off the executioner's block!" Ran reacted violently. "He won't dare! Maybe he'll reject you, maybe he'll babble again about the princesses who fell in love with their stable boys, but he can't kill you!" She was really outraged. "If he rejects you, we'll just remain secret lovers!" Muck did not object, it was pointless. If the Caliph rejected him, he would have to leave the province, regardless of whether the Caliph ordered it. Then he would have to go to Persia, a declining empire that generations ago was one of the most brilliant in the world.

The war against the Saheeddins was over after four days. There were only a few insignificant skirmishes, hardly any deaths and a lot of injuries. But the diplomats had put in the effort and negotiated like hell. Caliph Harun had not even had to go into battle yet, although of course he would have led his troops as always. The Saheeddins got everything and a little more, in return they pledged peace and a small tribute. The Caliph rode into the capital of the Saheeddins to cries of joy, who felt victorious. He only had his bodyguards with him and 20 of the most beautiful maidens as a gift, who were married to Saheeddins. The Saheeddins gave a magnificent banquet for the Caliph and put the most beautiful girls in bed for their defeated guest of honour, so that he fell asleep in the saddle on his ride home the next day.

Ran entered the Caliph's chambers beaming with joy. "The year is over today, dear father, to the day!" Harun looked up from his desk. "What year, my child?" he asked heavily, having of course lost sight of it. "I should introduce you to my fiancé in a year!" Ran reminded him, and Harun's face softened. "Yes, I know, I remember. So?" Ran ran out of the room and came back with Muck by the hand. "My fiancé, dear father, Mr. Muckinandras, and you know him of course!"

The Caliph could not hide his surprise, but he pursed his lips and pulled two chairs up to the desk. "Sit down, children, sit down!" Despite the surprise, he knew immediately that she had made a good choice. "Come here, dear daughter, give me a kiss on my cheek because I want to be a good father to you! And you, my friend, you may bow once, but only once, I hate this bowing like the plague, then look me in the eyes and tell me what you want from me!" Ran gave him the kiss, Muck bowed once and knelt with one knee. "I ask that I take your daughter as my wife, oh my Caliph!" Harun told them both to sit down.

The Caliph smiled and began to think out aloud. "Is he a handsome fellow? Yes, he is clearly just her taste and they are a good match in terms of age. Above all, their noses match perfectly, so I don't have to worry about that anymore. Is he a prince, a nobleman, a military leader? No, no and no again. A royal official without reproach, that must suffice, she wouldn't be the first princess to marry an official. Well, at least not a stable boy. Is he rich, does he bring a fortune with him, will he be able to support my daughter? No, he is neither rich nor wealthy and he will not inherit much from his mother, who can be had for a gold piece. But as an official he has a good salary and will not let my daughter starve. He is not a warrior, which I would regret if I did not know how he feels about warfare. Will the court object? Of course, but they always do that when they cannot sell a princess for a profit. Shopkeepers! But I will take care of that. So, what else?" he asked rhetorically and stroked his beard thoughtfully.

"Oh yes, there are only two questions left. Do they love each other with all their hearts and does the guy fuck well? You should be the best person to answer that, my dear daughter!" He looked at Ran challengingly. She replied, "Father, Muck and I love each other with all our hearts, and yes! he can fuck like a young god, dear father!" "Oh," said Harun with a smile, "are you sure about that?" he asked provocatively and Ran fell into the little trap, Muck noted with a grin. "He fucks like a young god, father, better than anyone else!" She blushed all over, because Muck was the only one she had ever fucked. The Caliph was silent, he had not known that his daughter had already fucked so many men that she could judge that. In any case, he would have a serious word with her guards. The Caliph smiled. "And now you, my dear friend, do you love her?" Muck looked him straight in the eyes. "I love your daughter with all my heart and swear to love, respect and protect her like no other woman has ever been loved before! And as for fucking, oh Caliph, your daughter is highly gifted in that regard and we will practice tirelessly so that she becomes a world champion! I've had women before her, but your daughter is very special and great to fuck, if I may put it that way!" All three of them laughed because he said it in such a funny and jokingly pompous way.

The Caliph stood up and hugged his daughter to his chest. "I give you my blessing, children! If necessary, I will argue with the court, but let that be my concern. I will instruct my marshal today to prepare the wedding banquet and send out the invitations. Dear Muck, I want your mother and your master to be there, can you arrange that yourself?" Muck wanted to bow, but then he just nodded, of course he did! The two walked hand in hand, as if on clouds.

Harun sat thoughtfully, chewing his betel nut as he looked out over the gardens. The two liked each other, no doubt, and his daughter had made a good choice. Someone who simply ignored her unfortunate hooked nose because he himself had a long nose and it meant nothing to him. They fucked for love, not to produce an heir to the throne. Although he had repeatedly postponed a longer conversation with Muck, he had long known that the boy was made of good stuff. They might have different opinions on some things, but he was a brilliant, educated and clever man. Harun had not asked about this, but he had the clear feeling that Muck did not want a slave or a piece of furniture as his wife, but a complete person with rough edges.

There is not much to report about the banquet. Ran and Muck were ceremoniously declared husband and wife and everyone, absolutely everyone, congratulated the couple, who looked so different, and thousands of congratulations accompanied them on their marriage. The Caliph had a long and friendly conversation with Daud Al‐Mahdi, whom he had not seen for years. He was very happy to be able to speak in his mother tongue with a clever and brilliant man who was very well informed about the present and politics. Daud was not someone who wanted to push him off the throne, and he wasn't so sure about some of the court flunkies. But at the end of the banquet, they ate sweets and thick, sweet red wine, and he had Muck's mother sit next to him on the sofa. It was Daud who had her sophisticated and seductive dress made; he knew the Caliph well!

The woman was a stunner! Harun put it down to the heavy red wine that he was flirting with the pretty young woman to the limits of propriety. He sent a messenger to the women's house to say that he had changed his mind and that the concubine should not come tonight after all. Everyone left and Harun asked Umeya to follow him into the bedroom. She was not only honored to be lying with a real caliph, no, he wanted and could fuck damn well. They fucked with few breaks until dawn, he gave her a gold coin with a smile and asked her if she would visit him once a week for 5 gold coins? She smiled and joked a little, asking if she could put the 5 gold pieces to good use? Or should she ask for more? But she laughed out loud and said, "Dear Lord Harun, I'm looking forward to lie with you as often as you like. It's not only an honor, but also a pleasure and a good way to earn money!" He let her go with a smile.

The Caliph visited Daud Al‐Mahdi occasionally, as he now placed great value on the old politician's opinion. Umeya visited him for several years and earned her 5 gold coins with great pleasure each time. She could afford a larger house, a little luxury and a slave maid; she had honestly earned it.

It became a ritual that the Caliph drank a few cups of wine with Muck on the roof terrace of the palace on some evenings of the week. Muck was a kind and intelligent conversationalist and became an unofficial advisor to the Caliph. The Caliph listened well and liked to debate, but many of Muck's views found their way into his ruling. The caliph thus became the most popular caliph in Baghdad and his subjects spoke highly of Harun Al‐Rashid for centuries to come.

When the stars were already high and they had emptied cup after cup, the caliph loved to talk about sexual adventures. Almost every day he would talk about the bride of the previous night, only very rarely about his two wives, with whom he had long since had his fill. The nobles and the subjects would put their daughters in his bed, as it was well known how much the caliph liked to deflower virgins. And he in turn loved to tell his son‐in‐law all this in great detail and with great enthusiasm. Muck also told him about previous love affairs, but the caliph had much more to tell.

At the moment the caliph was tempted to fuck one of his daughters, because his favorite daughter Tamina, with whom he had been happily fucking for years, had been married off to Abyssinia. The Caliph was a follower of Mithras and not a orthodox believer, he felt no guilt in deflowering his own daughters and fucking them to his heart's content. Muck nodded in agreement, he didn't care about the blood relationship, it was more important to take the girls gently and lovingly and not to spoil or frighten them. The Caliph was happy about his agreement. So it came about that over the years he fucked all his daughters, one by one.

They often debated about horoscopes and nonsense. One evening Muck asked for the exact day, hour and place of the Caliph's birth and drew up a horoscope, which he read out to the Caliph and gave to him. He had learned the current data from Ran over the years, so it was no problem to put the Caliph's youth and development into euphonious words. That he would grow up at the court of the Barmakid king and be made a man by the queen at the age of 12, that he would fuck all his sisters, like his brothers did. That he would become caliph at the age of 18 after the murder of his father. That he would have three women in his harem and would have 37 children with them and other lovers and would be a good father. That he would be an undefeated general in 5 battles and a very popular ruler. That he would die in the arms of a close relative, at the age of 71. Here Muck had lied, Harun would die ten years earlier, in the arms of his youngest niece Fatima, but he had to lie in the horoscope. He wanted to see Harun actively ruling until his end and not waiting trembling for the end. One of his sons would be his successor and the last of the Abbasid caliphs.

Harun devoured the horoscope. Everything seemed to be as it really was. But he was particularly concerned about his death. 71 was OK, he still had many years left. That he would die in Persia was also OK, he had been born there. But what he was most concerned about was the close relative in whose arms he would die. He would rather die in a battle, said Harun, that would be the honorable crowning of his life. But no matter how much he searched his memory, he couldn't find a young relative he would fuck. He had fucked his sisters regularly in his youth, that was true, but they were all old now, not young at all. It remained an unsolved mystery, and Muck kept his mouth shut about it being his 22‐year‐old niece Fatima, as he died happily after his last squirting.

Muck smiled at his friend and father‐in‐law. "It's all rubbish, dear Lord Harun. Ran told me about your early youth over the years, and that's the only way I knew that you had fucked your foster mother and your sisters, which is nothing unusual in better circles. The other things were generally known facts, not mystical things written in the stars. Just because I put everything into pleasant, smooth sentences doesn't deceive me into thinking that it's just rubbish. I was able to calculate the time of your death using pure mathematics, which isn't clairvoyance, but the art of arithmetic. Difficult, but not impossible for a good mathematician. I stick to it, dear Caliph, that all of this is just pleasant rubbish. I wouldn't base my actions on the horoscope."

Ran and Muck loved each other all their lives, no flirtation on her or his part, no matter how tempting, went too far. They were faithful to each other without having ever sworn a formal vow of fidelity. During her pregnancies and other ailments, Ran called in a maid so that her beloved Muck would have a girl to fuck. She was immensely proud of her Muck and his magnificent cock when he plunged it into the sighing girl's pussy. The girls loved being fucked by their master very much because he had a magnificent cock and could fuck like no other. Ran loved him, she loved him very much.

Ran and Muck remained together all their lives, staying in the palace at the Caliph's request and raising their four daughters there like little princesses, whom the old Caliph Harun Al‐Rashid profitably married off to honorable princes and generals. They both lived to a ripe old age, and when Ran died, Muck followed her just a month later. They couldn't live without each other. Period.

Of course there is the other fairy tale of Little Muck with the Magic Slippers, but I like my story better.

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