The Man in Asbestos: An Allegory of the Future

Here was once a very beautiful lady, lovely of her breasts, which had sweet nipples of brown, but even more lovely of her cunt, which was narrow and of exceeding tightness; howbeit she was able to take in a prick of most surprising bigness. The lovely cunt of her had also a delicious odor like as the flowers in the garden of the houris. The lady was most fond of the pleasure of love, and was but ill served by her husband, who had many wivers and beside was greatly loving with a beautiful boy named Murad, whose fine bottom absorbed a large amount of the spunk from his prick, for he was indeed most passionately fond off buggering the boy. Though the lady was jealous of "Murad she had a love for him too, and longed to feel in her tight slit his fine young cock. The husband of the lad was a good natured man, and not too strict, so after much thought she said to him: "Husband, you know how great love I have to you and how it joys me to have you fuck me; nevertheless is not possible for you, who are married to so many lustful women, to satisfy them all without making in danger your precious health. I wish you might poke me with your magnificent prick every day and every night, but then the Others cause to complain would have. Now my husband dear, you do not object to us women amusing ourselves together and relieving our lust by rubbing cunts together until the hot juice flows out and trickles down between our legs. Now you have a beautiful boy who is to you as a wife in every way, and I gladly look upon him as such. Why then may he not be allowed the privilege of the Others and be permitted to rub his organ against mine and even to penetrate it as some of the women do with their stiff clitorises?" The man replied: " Why indeed should he not? We will share his love together. I should love to see him in your arms, playing the man, and then to fuck you in his sperm. We can all have sport together. I shall send for you tonight and you shall have your first taste of his vigor." That night the husband sent for the lady. Murad was present, a beautiful boy of fourteen. The man stripped the much loved boy. The woman made herself naked. Soon the lad was upon her and his fine slim prick buried in her twitching cunt. The man watched them, well pleased. He took out his tool and stretching the boy's little hole with his fingers plunged it into his bowels. He drove mightily at each stroke, sending the boy the full length into the womans below. At length Murad received the hot juice of his spunk squirted into the woman's womb. Then each cock is taken out. The man on his back in her cunt, and Murad taking his place behind her bottom. The woman thus attacked behind and before experiences the great delight until she is well drenched by the discharge of her two lovers at the same time. After this the lady ceased to complain of neglect, for Murad was always wil ing to give her relief with his pretty tool, and her husband loved her more when they shared the love of the boy. This is but a sample of the little charge translated from the Arabic or Turkish. Beside these tales, which are in common circulation among the people and which even the cchildren hear, it will be seen that the unexpurgated Arabian Nights are as English nursery tales, and even the "Scented Garden," the "Book of Exposition" and the "Old Man Young Again" sink into significance. Take notice of what is said about Murad. Such boys are common among the Turks. All the wealthy men keep them. My little pupil told me about it, and says it is such an ancient custom that it will never be done away, as long as there are any Mussulmen. He told me that his father had five boys at the present time, and had had many olhers. When they got to be to about sixteen he would replace them with younger boys, and he handed over six of them to Bushand Pasha as soon as they were old enough. At the time of which my young pupil and was promoted to the next vacancy. In speaking of these things Eddine told me that his tutor Tushan was always trying to get him to commit acts of sodomy with him, and was always feeling his bottom and taking hold of his cock and begging him to feel his. He told me that sometimes he complied when Tushan begged very had and taking in his hand, frigged him till spent. But he said the fellow had such a tremedous tool that he was afraid of it and wouldn't let him bring it near his bottom. "At least," he added with a smile. "Not till I am considerably bigger than I am now