Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2017 22:02:49 -0500
From: vermont curious <vtcurious1@gmail.com>
Subject: Elliott's Arab Spring (bisexual adult/youth)

Elliott's Arab Spring

vtcurious1@gmail.com

(m/g, b/g)

As a commercial photographer Elliott had traveled all over the world. His
current assignment was pretty interesting: a glossy travel magazine had
hired him to cover the recently opened Burj Al Khulud Hotel in Dubai.
Located in the heart of the Middle East, it was billed as the tallest hotel
in the world. Complete with stunning architecture, an opulent but classy
interior, friendly and well-trained staff in stylish, almost westernized
uniforms, the place had been a delightful place for Elliott to spend a few
days. He had gotten the pictures he was after; all he really needed this
morning was a few casual shots of people enjoying themselves around the
pool and in some of the lavish restaurants.

Elliott had been allowed by the hotel management to take pictures wherever
he wanted, but he still made sure to get permission from people if they
were featured prominently in his shot. At the beautiful crystal clear pool
at the heart of the complex he saw a couple of families relaxing, kids
splashing around.

He got some overview shots and then moved in a little closer to get some
smiling faces. He was particularly taken by one stunningly beautiful girl
of around ten or twelve sitting at the edge of the pool lost in thought,
kicking her feet through the water. Classic middle eastern features: jet
black hair, deep, dark brown eyes, rich olive skin, flawless complexion,
graceful limbs and an elegant, slender body. Elliott just knew she was
going to be the picture of the day. He placed himself on the edge of the
pool across from her with the hotel's lobby visible in the distance behind
her, and started shooting. The first couple of shots were of her looking
down at the water, but then he captured her as she look to one side as if
longing to be somewhere else. She was adorable, but he thought she looked
sad.

Suddenly, a couple of rambunctious boys splashed into the water next to
Elliott, spraying him with pool water, drenching his rolled-up khakis and
much of his shirt and hair. His camera was fine, though, and he had the
presence of mind to stay focused on the camera in spite of the disruption
and catch the girl's reaction. She broke into a big grin, flashing her
absolutely perfect white teeth at him, breaking out of her funk for a
moment and coming alive. Elliott was transfixed. Their eyes met briefly
before she dove into the water, and Elliott hoped he would get to see more
of this girl.

Elliott got up from the pool deck and looked around to locate the girl's
parents and get their permission to use the shots he'd taken of their
daughter for publication. A woman with a fair resemblance to the girl was
seated on a deck chair by the patio grill, talking to a hairy middle
eastern guy with a protruding belly. Elliott had seen the guy before, but
couldn't place him. He walked over to the couple, guessing that they were
the parents of the girl and maybe even of the two boys that had been
running around playing. He waited for them to finish their conversation and
then politely introduced himself.

"Hello, my name is Elliott Smith. I'm a photographer working here on
assignment doing a story on the hotel. I took a couple of pictures of that
beautiful girl over there that I'd like to use for the story, but I want to
make sure that it's okay with her parents. I'm guessing that might be the
two of you?"

The man looked up with a smile. "Welcome once again to Dubai, Mr. Smith, it
is a pleasure to have you here. My name is Muntasir. We met, you know, a
few days ago. I am the deputy manager of the Wantsab Akhbar. This is my
wife, Rashida, and that," he said, pointing at the pensive girl on the edge
of the pool, "is my one and only daughter, Ghaniyah."

Muntasir ordered up smoothies from the poolside bar and asked Elliott how
the photo assignment has been coming along. Elliott explained that he was
almost done, just looking for some final overview shots and some inspiring
people to add some flavor. He explained that the shots of Ghaniyah at the
pool would be great and that he'd be more than happy to make some prints if
they wanted them for their own use. "But," he asked, "would it be okay if I
use those pictures in the story itself?"

"Of course," said Muntasir without hesitation. "We'd be honored."

Then the man paused and took a sip of his drink while he shared an odd look
with his wife. Elliott wasn't sure what was going on. Were they hedging and
considering withdrawing their permission after all?

"Actually," began Muntasir hesitantly, "we might even want to hire you on
the side for something a little bit out of the ordinary if you were at all
interested."

Elliott was taken aback. This was an unexpected turn of events -- one minute
he had been worried that he was going to be denied permission to use the
great shots he'd already gotten at the pool, but now it suddenly sounded
like he was going to get a whole second assignment out of this.
"Absolutely," he said. "Please tell me more."

Muntasir squirmed a little, clearly uncertain how to broach the subject.
"Well," he finally said, "It's like this. The family of my wife comes from
a different part of the country than mine. That is quite unusual in these
parts; tribes usually marry among themselves. Our marriage was the first
significant connection between the two tribes, and we were considered an
odd couple who violated the ancient rules of custom and conduct. But at
long last, the elders from both sides have recently agreed that our
extended families are to be joined more closely together, and that we are
to do so symbolically to seal the pact, as it were."

Elliott was trying to follow Muntasir's story, but he found himself unable
to connect the dots and figure out where he was going with this. He'd done
wedding before, so maybe this wouldn't be a big deal. Then Muntasir cleared
his throat and spoke again.

"Specifically, the elders have decreed that our daughter, Ghaniyah, is
shortly to be deflowered by my wife's cousin, Ahmed. He is the youngest son
of the ruling family in their tribe, so the honor is to be his. It is an
ancient tradition that strengthens the ties between the two families and
will make future relations easier."

Elliott's eyes grew large and he froze in his seat. What was this guy
saying?

Muntasir continued. "Now, historically, this sort of thing would take place
in public; in the main square of his village, at sunrise. The entire tribe
would be there to watch. But I refused. I couldn't put Ghaniyah through
that. So, to appease the elders, I've managed to negotiate a compromise.
Instead of the old way, Ghaniyah and Ahmed will be alone, here at the
hotel. They'll have comfort and privacy -- if it has to be done, then that's
the right way to do it, in my opinion."

"However," Muntasir said, "in order to fulfill the requirements of the
elders and the tradition, I must prove to my in-laws that the girl wasn't
under duress, that she was a virgin, and that it was all done properly, as
proscribed by ancient tribal rules. In other words: in order to prove it, I
need to document it. And that's where you and your cameras come into the
picture, Mr. Elliott."

Elliott took a moment to let it all sink in. Could he even consider getting
involved with something like this? Surely he would be breaking some kind of
law? Yes, definitely breaking a whole bunch of laws. He gave Muntasir a
hesitant look, but the Arab man misinterpreted it.

"Money, of course, will not be a problem," he explained, "we will pay you
generously for this, knowing that it is a rather unusual request. But could
you do it? Would you?"

After a long pause, Elliott sat up straight and looked Muntasir in the
eyes. "Yes," he said, "but on one condition: I need to talk to Ghaniyah and
see how she feels about the whole thing. I can't take pictures of her doing
something like this if she's uncomfortable -- I couldn't bear to see such a
beautiful girl suffer."

Muntasir nodded his approval. "I greatly appreciate your concern. I am
concerned for her, too. You should talk to her, it would be the right thing
to do. And since you are a friend of her father, it would be acceptable for
the two of you to be seen alone together. Why don't you take her for a walk
along the beach. Discuss the matter with her; she knows full well what is
about to happen -- indeed, that is the main reason why my normally happy and
energetic daughter is so terribly moody these days."

Muntasir called Ghaniyah over and introduced her to the photographer. The
pretty girl recognized him from the pool and smiled politely. Elliott
looked into the stunning brown eyes that had awed him earlier, and he
smiled back. He reached out a hand, which Ghaniyah took carefully with a
glance in the direction of her father, and together the two of them walked
down to the sandy beach that ran alongside the hotel.

Some initial chit chat established a few facts for Elliott. Ghaniyah was
eleven years old, turning twelve at the end of the year. She knew what had
been proposed, and what would happen to her. Ghaniyah told Elliott that she
was scared but also a little excited about what was about to happen.

Elliott had no idea how much girls in the Middle East knew about sex, so he
asked her if she'd ever played with herself or knew what to expect.
Ghaniyah looked up at him with a mischievous smile.

"Of course I have," she said, "all girls do that. I've explored, I've
touched myself, and I know there are amazing feelings to be had."

Elliott was surprised. "Good for her," he thought.

"But," she confessed, "I really have no idea what it's really going to be
like to be with a man. I don't know if I'm ready for that, I don't know how
that will feel." She sighed. "It is taboo to talk about. My mother can't
talk to me about it, because it would defame her family for a woman to
discuss such things. And my father can't talk to me about it or show me
anything useful, because it's just not allowed for a man -- even a father --
to do such a thing for a girl, even his own daughter, and even if it is in
order to spare her fear and pain and suffering."

They continued walking a bit in silence, Elliott trying to think of
something to say in response to the frustration she had described.

"But maybe you can help me?" Ghaniyah blurted out as she suddenly stopped
dead in her tracks. "You don't have any of those restraints, and I am
begging you to please -- please! -- help me prepare for what's about to
happen!" She looked up at him, her gorgeous face full of hope and
expectation. Elliott was torn. On the one hand, he really wanted to help
this amazing girl with her predicament, on the other hand he was extremely
reluctant to get on the wrong side of her family in this matter -- there was
no knowing what the punishment would be for an outsider that got too
involved.

One more look at the girl before him sealed the deal. He couldn't turn her
down, not this beauty.

"I'll do my best," he promised. "I'm staying at the hotel -- room 1121. Come
up and find me there when you can get away for a little while, and I'll do
what I can to get you ready for this."

Ghaniyah broke into a huge smile and leapt over to hug Elliott -- then
caught herself, realizing how public and exposed they were, and stopped.
"Thank you," she said simply, and scampered off along the beach.

Elliott walked on alone for a bit. How had this happened, he thought? He
was supposed to be a photographer, and now suddenly he'd become some kind
of voyeur sex coach for a pre-teen girl about to loose her virginity?

Elliott went back to his room and tried to clear his mind by getting busy
editing the thousands of photos he had taken of the hotel the previous
week. He'd select some to send along to his editor, who in turn would pick
a few of those to run with the story. He kept coming back to the pictures
he'd taken of Ghaniyah at the pool. He was completely engrossed in his work
when he heard a faint knock on the door. He hurried over and found Ghaniyah
waiting outside, fervently glancing from side to side as he pulled the door
wide open and beckoned her inside. She leapt across the threshold to his
room, and he quickly shut the door behind her.

"Thank you," she said. "For being my friend and doing this for me."

Elliott looked at the girl. She was simply perfect, beauty personified. He
was in awe. This adorable creature was standing in his room, begging him to
show her how good sex could be. It was an unbelievable situation, but
Elliott was beginning to appreciate it more.

"It's all good," he said with a huge smile. "Let me start by giving you a
taste of what it can be like."

With his eyes locked on hers, he reached over and tugged at the girl's
loose silk blouse and lifted it up over her head. Underneath she wore a
tank top, and he quickly pulled that off her as well. He breasts were
small, delicate mounds, not really round, but beautifully curved with
delicious dark brown nipples at the peaks. There was no bra, because she
didn't need one. He leaned in and kissed her gently on the cheek, then on
her lips, while placing one hand gently on a breast and squeezing gently.
She quivered. After a few moments he broke off the kiss and let his hand
roam down her smooth skin to her belly button and the hem of her tennis
shorts. "Thank God for Velcro," he thought as he easily loosened them from
her waist, made her raise her butt off the bed, and let the shorts drop to
her ankles. She had left her sandals at the door when she arrived, so all
that now remained to cover her body was a pair of little-girl underwear
with flowers. His eyes took in the sight before him and he smiled. She was
incredibly beautiful, and although he had never before considered someone
so young anything other than a child, he had to admit that she was also
sexy as hell.

Ghaniyah stood before him, waiting, letting him take the initiative. She
wasn't necessarily being passive and timid, just acknowledging that he was
leading the way and showing her how this might be done. Elliott let a hand
stroke her firm little ass, then brought it around the front of her perfect
body and cupped it over her pussy, his middle finger extending along the
length of her slit all the way between her olive toned legs. He could feel
the warmth and moisture there and allowed his finger to linger. Ghaniyah
gasped and tensed up for a second, then relaxed and allowed herself to
enjoy the sensation of his touch, relaxing all the muscles in her pelvis,
giving Elliott's finger even more access. He moved his hand ever so
slightly back and forth, and as she felt herself get turned on by his
touch, the young girl began to buck, push back and gyrate her hips to
further enhance the stimulation.

Elliott reached over with his other hand and tugged Ghaniyah's panties down
ever so gently, and they joined her shorts around her ankles. Now she was
naked, and Elliott could smell the faint but unbelievably erotic scent of
prepubescent girl in the air, and he could feel the intense heat radiating
from her small, firm body. Only the faintest hint of dark hair covered the
mound of her vulva, and her dark skin accentuated the crease between her
tightly closed outer lips. Elliott tugged his t-shirt over his head, then
took Ghaniyah's hands and pulled her over to the king size bed that took up
most of his hotel room. Stepping out of her shorts and little girl panties,
she followed him eagerly. He drew her in close, hugging her tightly,
smelling her hair and letting his hands roam across her body. Then he spun
her around and laid her down on the bed, and proceeded to quickly pull down
the bathing suit he had been wearing. Now he too was completely naked, and
he saw Ghaniyah's eye grow wide as she looked him over.

"Oh," she said softly, "wow..."

While he was incredibly turned on, Elliott was also acutely aware that this
could not be about him or his obvious arousal at the sight of the flawless
11-year-old in the bed next to him. This really had to be about getting her
comfortable with her own body and putting her at ease about the things that
were going to happen to it soon. He wanted her to know how it would feel,
and to assure her that, yes, it could feel good.

Elliott lay down next to her in the big bed, and allowed his hands to play
across her body, caressing her smooth skin, playing with those perky little
breast buds, licking her neck and then running his hands down to her belly.
After stroking her impossibly smooth inner thighs, he slowly felt his way
across to her crotch and proceeded to brush ever so lightly across her sex,
teasing her outer lips, stimulating her, getting her fully aroused. The
effect was obvious, not just because Ghaniyah was now panting and moaning,
but also because the girl's dark labia had become swollen and were
glistening with her own juices. Elliott brought his little finger to his
mouth and sucked it in to get it wet. Then he brought it back down to the
warm, moist crack between the dark-skinned girl's legs. But even with the
added moisture the tiny slit between her inner lips remained sealed so
tightly that Elliott had to gently ease his pinky up inside her. As his
finger reached the second knuckle, he felt the tip of it come up against
something soft yet firm. Yep, Elliott thought, she'd definitely still a
virgin. He figured best to leave it that way until Friday, otherwise there
could be trouble. So Elliott eased his finger back out, licked off the
coating of sweet girl nectar, and then leaned over to kiss her impossibly
tiny breasts. The nipples still stood erect, and as he nipped at them he
felt the girl quiver beneath him.

Elliott took his time making his way down to her delicious little belly
button, licking it thoroughly, then teasing his way down to the top of her
pubic bone, loving the feel of the fine hair against his chin as he placed
a long row of kisses on her smooth, olive skin. Finally, he moved a little
further down and allowed his tongue to flick gently across the top of her
pussy mound and let the tip caress the shaft of Ghaniyah's clit where it
disappeared between her inner lips. She had already been moaning, but his
action made her cry out, "Ohh, yessss... more, please, whatever you're
doing, do it some more..."

Elliott took that as an invitation, and he quickly ran his tongue down the
length of her slit, flicking it back and forth as it went, poking at the
opening to her vagina. With one hand he spread her outer lips to get better
access, then shifted himself around so he was between her legs, his
attention focused exclusively on the pink, warm clam in front of him. He
ate her out with gusto, slurping around every crevice of her young sex,
sucking her tiny clit out of hiding, and stabbing her tight pussy with the
full length of his tongue. Lavishing ever more attention on her fully erect
clitoris, running the tip of his tongue around and across the sensitive
little nub, he finally brought the young girl to a shrieking climax, her
strong, toned legs clamping his head tightly. Ghaniyah had placed both
hands on the back of Elliott's head and was forcing his face into her still
contracting pussy, rubbing his tongue across her labia and gently bucking
her hips against his face as she whimpered and moaned. At long last, she
relaxed all her muscles, let go of Elliott's head, and collapsed,
completely spent, with a huge, satisfied smile on her beautiful face.

Elliott watched her as she recovered, her breathing returning to normal,
just a sheen of sweat and juices on her skin to indicate what had just
transpired. She opened her big brown eyes and looked up at him with a
smile.

"Thank you," she said, "that was amazing."

"You're welcome," Elliott said quietly, "it really was a pleasure." They
lay there side by side for a bit, and then Ghaniyah reached over a hand and
placed it gently on Elliott's semi-flaccid cock. That got its attention,
and within seconds he was fully hard again. Ghaniyah watched with curiosity
as the glistening purple head flared at the top of Elliott's six inch
stalk.

"So... what do I do?" she asked. Elliott gave a delighted laugh at the
girls innocence, then took her hand and showed her how to wrap it around
his uncut dick just behind the head and pull back the foreskin to expose
his glans. She did it hesitantly a few times, getting used to the feeling,
then started getting a rhythm going and moving with more confidence. As she
did, Elliott's slit started leaking pre-cum and coating everything, making
the sensation of Ghaniyah's first hand job all the more exquisite.

"Lick your palm, and then come all the way up over the head now and again,"
he encouraged." She tried and it was all Elliott could do to stop himself
from cumming then and there.

"Ohh," he moaned, "that's fantastic. Feels so, so good..." Elliott leaned
back on the bed and let her work on him for a bit.

Remembering his role as teacher here, Elliott tried to focus in spite of
all the incredible feelings Ghaniyah was causing in him. "You'll want to
get your cousin's dick as wet as possible before he does anything to you,"
he explained, "that'll make it feel better for you. If you're up for it,
you can lick it, otherwise, just lick your palm and get things nice and
slick."

Ghaniyah considered what he was saying, then leaned over and gave the tip
of Elliott's penis a tentative kiss. With that out of the way, the young
girl spread her lips a little wider, sucking in the tip of his glans, and
finally opening her mouth fully, she slid down the length of his dick until
she felt the head poke the back of her throat. With her nose nestled almost
in Elliott's pubes, she wasn't quite sure what to do next, and with her
mouth full of cock she looked at him pleadingly.

"Amazing," said Elliott. "Now, what you can do is just move your head back
and forth, keeping your teeth well out of the way, and letting your lips
and tongue do all the work. The more you touch and lick, the better it'll
feel."

Ghaniyah tried, and soon she was bopping up and down like a pro, sucking
and licking Elliott to the edge of cumming. He reached out a hand and
gently caressed her forehead and reluctantly slowed her motion.

"Darling girl, you have no idea how just incredible that feels. But I'm
getting really, really close to cumming, and I want to make sure you're
ready for that. If you don't want it in your mouth, you can just use your
hand to finish me."

Ghaniyah wasn't quite sure what cum really was, or what it would be like to
get it in her mouth, but since he was warning her about it, she figured it
was probably wiser to err on the err on the side of caution, and with a
loud slurp she backed her mouth off Elliott's glistening dick. Without
hesitation, she wrapped her hand around the shaft, and with all the spit
coating it, she was able to resume her previous rhythm almost without
interruption, running her hand all the way up and across the glans every so
often before tugging it all the way to the root of Elliott's rock hard
member.

With that kind of treatment Elliott didn't last long. With a moan he threw
his head back on the covers and felt the contractions deep in his pelvis
begin pulling the sperm from his balls, mixing it with other fluids on its
way through his body. His body convulsed as three-four solid spurts of cum
flew from the tip, taking Ghaniyah quite by surprise, but delighting her as
the gobs of goo puddled on Elliott's belly. As Elliott's breathing slowed,
she watched his dick slowly deflate, and she carefully let go and allowed
it to fall between his legs.

But as she lay there looking at the puddle of cum slowly liquefying on
Elliott's belly, her face took on the gloomy demeanor that Elliott has
noticed earlier that day at the pool.

"Sweetness, what's bothering you?" Elliott asked Ghaniyah. He raised
himself up on his elbows and looked deep into her dark brown eyes.

"Well," she said hesitantly, "It's like this... the ritual used to call for
the male family member to ejaculate inside the girl to demonstrate that he
has taken possession of her fertility. And in the olden days, the ceremony
used to be performed when the girls were much younger -- seven or eight
years old, so there was never a risk of them getting pregnant when the guy
came inside. But even though I still haven't had my first period, the risk
of pregnancy is definitely there."

Ghaniyah shook her head as if she didn't want to think about this and
continued, "However, it would be demeaning for the male family member to
use a condom for the ceremony, and pulling out isn't an option -- it would
defeat the whole purpose of showing that his family had symbolically placed
its seed within the girl child of the other clan." She shuddered. "So the
decision was made to allow him to also penetrate me anally, and finish the
ritual by ejaculating... back there."

Ghaniyah looked at Elliott with sad eyes. "That's the part that scares me
the most. I'm afraid it's going to hurt too much, that I'll scream out or
try to get away from him and ruin everything..."

Elliott stroked her beautiful black hair and brushed away the tears that
were trickling down her cheeks.

"Let me try something," Elliott said. "I promise you it won't hurt."

He rolled her over on her side, and nestled himself alongside Ghaniyah's
impossibly smooth and sensuously curved back. Then he slowly kissed and
nibbled his way down her perfect spine, kissed the globes of her dark,
delicious butt, and gently rolled her all the way over onto her back. He
briefly nuzzled at the top of her slit before moving down alongside one of
her thighs. Scooting further down in the bed, he grabbed her calves,
pushing her legs up and apart. He now had a perfect view of her still
glistening pussy, and beneath it -- separated only by an inch of dark skin --
was her little rosebud. It was a deep, dark brown, almost black, with just
a tiny hint of red at the center. He resumed licking and kissing her thigh,
now making his way down towards her other hole. When he got there, he
slathered her anal sphincter with his saliva and gently poked at it with
the tip of his tongue. The first few tries had little effect, but bit by
bit he managed to tease he starfish open and he proceeded to run his tongue
gently around the inside ridge of her pucker. He withdrew, then spread his
tongue across the width of her asshole, and with steady pressure he
proceeded to lick her back to front, then back down again, bringing forth
shudders in the young, vulnerable girl as his tongue triggered erogenous
zones that had never been touched before.

After a few minutes of licking and lubricating Ghaniyah's back door,
Elliott brought his pinkie up to his lips, sucked it into his mouth and
coated it with spit, then he placed the tip of it at the center of her
sphincter. It was way tighter than her pussy, but he proceeded to push
firmly all the while encouraging Ghaniyah to relax. After some trial and
error, she managed to gain control of the right muscles, and with some
concerted effort she allowed herself to open up and receive Elliott's
finger. He slid it up to the first knuckle and let it rest there for a
moment, allowing her time to get used to the intruder. Then he started to
wiggle the finger from side to side, sliding it back and forth, gently
forcing his way further in.

Just as she had been when it came to the fine art of giving head, Ghaniyah
proved to be a quick learner, and she quickly managed to repeat the
relaxation moves, this time allowing all of Elliott's pinkie to slide into
her without much resistance. Ghaniya gasped involuntarily when she felt
Elliott's his hand bump against her crack, as she realized that his finger
was now lodged fully inside her. Elliott for his part once again waited
patiently for the young, inexperienced girl to signal her readiness. When
she let him know that she was ready with an almost imperceptible nod, he
curled his finger under and started to roll it around her anal cavity,
probing the walls, triggering new sensations in the young girl. He worked
slowly and gently, always allowing her to take in the new feelings and
process them, ensuring that they remained at all times pleasant and
stimulating, rather than threatening and hurtful.

After a while, Elliott slowly but surely pulled his pinkie almost all the
way out of Ghaniyah's ass, and then plunged it right back in without any
trouble. Satisfied that she had relaxed and opened up enough, he proceeded
to fingerbang her back door, causing her to moan out in pleasure. After a
few minutes of that, Elliott added a second finger -- again with little
resistance, just intense pleasure and warmth as the two digits slid inside
the girl. Ghaniyah shifted her pelvis a little, adjusting herself to better
accommodate the new width in her ass. With that, Elliott was able to freely
saw back and forth in the now perfectly lubricated and wide open hole, and
doing so caused Ghaniyah to increase her moans, thrusting her ass forward
eagerly on each stroke to meet Elliott's fingers with growing passion.

Without pausing, Elliott told her, "Your mother's cousin may be a little
bigger, but if you can take this, you can definitely take him, too. And now
you know what to do: make him go slow, and then just relax and let your
body figure out how to deal with it."

Looking down between her beautiful boobs, Ghaniyah smiled at Elliott, bit
her lip pensively, and then simply said, "more, please, I want it so
badly."

Elliott was happy to oblige, and using his thumb to stimulate her engorged
clit and giving her the occasional lick across the length of her vagina, he
continued finger fucking the girl's ass with increasing vigor until she
finally cried out and allowed another earth shattering orgasm to course
through her little body. As she came down from her cloud, Elliott gently
pulled his fingers out of her ass and watched in fascination as her rosebud
slowly snapped shut again. He curled up alongside Ghaniyah, and they both
drifted off to sleep. A few hours later, they woke and showered, and then
Ghaniyah got dressed and tip-toed back to her apartment in the staff
quarters on the far side of the pool area.

Elliot, meanwhile, had made up his mind. He was ready to do the photo
shoot, and after putting on fresh clothes, he found Muntasir at his office
and told him that he'd talked things over with Ghaniyah and that he was
ready to do the photo shoot. He also told Muntasir that he'd really like to
meet the cousin to make sure that he would be comfortable with the
photographer there. What he didn't tell him was that he was hoping to
convince the cousin to go gently with Ghaniyah and treat her in a way that
would minimize the trauma to the girl.

"Excellent," said Muntasir, genuinely delighted. "The ceremony is scheduled
for this coming weekend, and my cousin-in-law, Ahmed, is already in town.
Let me arrange a meeting for the two of you and get back in touch. Thank
you again for agreeing to this... unusual arrangement."

While waiting to hear back from Muntasir, Elliott decided to head to the
old market downtown for some special supplies. Not speaking Arabic, it took
him quite a while and some rather ingenious rounds of charades to find what
he was after in a store with an impressive collection of antique sex toys
and erotic artwork.

The following morning, Muntasir invited Elliott to the restaurant on the
top floor to meet Ahmed, the brother-in-law, for breakfast. Having made the
introductions, Muntasir left the two men to themselves. Elliott wasn't sure
what to expect, so he was pleasantly surprised and relieved to get
acquainted with this nice 21 year-old guy who spoke excellent English.
After some small talk, they fell silent for a moment, and then broached the
awkward but important topic that had brought them together. Elliott
explained that he was concerned about Ghaniyah, and that he had asked
Muntasir to arrange this meeting so he could implore Ahmed to please be
gentle with the girl. Ahmed assured Elliott that he had nothing to worry
about; he was acutely aware that it was imperative that he take good care
of her. But, he admitted with some hesitation, he wasn't sure how exactly
to go about it. Elliott inquired how much sexual experience he had -- some,
said Ahmed, but not a lot -- and then explained that he'd talked to Ghaniyah
about what to expect, and gave Ahmed some basic tips on how to go slow and
gentle. Elliott then handed Ahmed a small bottle of lube in an expensive
ornamental glass vial -- the thing he'd purchased the day before at the
market -- and explained that, even though it wasn't perhaps part of the
traditional ritual, they had already modified things so much that he
figured it'd be okay, and he begged Ahmed to remember to use it on
Ghaniyah. Ahmed nodded in agreement, thanked Elliott for his thoughtful
gift and for showing so much concern for Ghaniyah.

Before they parted ways, Elliott also explained to Ahmed what exactly
Muntasir had hired him to do, and Ahmed confirmed that he was fine with
Elliott being present in the room to photograph during the ceremony.

The following day was the big day. Muntasir had secured the bridal suite
for the event, and shortly after sunrise several aunts from both sides of
the family were hard at work getting a nervously excited Ghaniyah prepared.
Thomas has been granted full and unrestricted access, so he was allowed to
watch and photograph as these experienced women gave the girl a sensuous
massage and oiled her entire body down, paying special attention to her
tender young pussy and her smooth ass. As part of the preparations, they
also gave her a thorough enema to clean her out, purging her bowels
completely and rendering her completely pure.

Finally she was ready, glistening and radiant, and was placed in the
oversize bed surrounded by incense and candles. One by one, the aunts
excused themselves, kissed the girl on both cheeks and flashed her an
expectant smile. Alone together for a few minutes, Elliott took a series of
shots of her -- at first, pensive and brooding, but after he encouraged her
to finger herself and explore her exquisite body in front of the camera,
she became increasingly wet and excited.

A quiet knock on the door announced Ahmed's arrival from an adjoining room;
muscular and glistening with oil, dressed only in baggy harem pants.

He nodded politely to Elliott to acknowledge his presence, and placed the
small vial of lube on the headboard. He then climbed up onto the bed and
squeezed Ghaniyah's hand gently with a reassuring smile. After caressing
her hair and kissing her cheeks, he slowly worked his way down to her perky
breasts, sucking each nipple to arousal. He then loosened the belt of her
silky gown and made his way down to her treasure pot. With a groan he
started to eat her out, fingering her pussy and her tiny rosebud. Without
breaking stride, he reached down and undid the chord on his pants and
kicked them off, revealing his 7" perfect cock, beautifully circumcised and
clean shaven, except for a small tuft of hair at the root.

Ahmed knelt on the bed and raised Ghaniyah onto one elbow. First, she
stroked him gently as if to familiarize herself with the creature in front
of her, then leaned over and licked his head and tried to fit as much of it
in her mouth as possible, slurping over the purple helmet and letting her
tongue tease the frenulum and shaft. Recalling the lesson Elliott had given
her, she proceeded to give Ahmed a very respectable blowjob, eliciting
groans and moans from the boy. Mindful of his obligation and unsure of how
much he could handle, Ahmed reluctantly pulled the girl off his manhood and
spun her around on the bed, then used both hands to spread the beautiful
orbs of her firm little girl butt. Savoring the sight, he leaned in and
with a slow, steady slurp proceeded to lick from the bottom of her dripping
slit all the way to her little pucker and back again. This had Ghaniyah
squealing with delight, shaking like a leaf as his tongue stimulated
thousands of nerve endings in her young, inexperienced body. After a few
more licks, Ahmed gently rolled Ghaniyah over and placed himself between
her spread legs.

Ahmed poured some lube along the length of his erection, and then stroked
himself once or twice to coat his entire manhood in preparation for the
momentous event looming ahead. Looking deep into Ghaniyah's eyes, he
carefully lined up the now glistening tip of his erection with the tiny red
opening between Ghaniyah's engorged pussy lips and gently pressed in. She
arched her back to allow him better access, and pushed back against his
hardness and forced the head to penetrate her inner lips. Pausing there
while breathing heavily, Ahmed had to concentrate to keep from spraying her
insides with cum prematurely. He gripped her hips tightly but hesitated to
allow her time to get used to having him inside her. At last, Ghaniyah
swayed her hips back and forth a bit, signaling to Ahmed that she was ready
for more, and he proceeded to firmly pull her small body towards her,
impaling her on the swollen dick embedded in her pussy. Half of him
disappeared inside her, but then Ahmed encountered resistance.

Once again displaying tremendous patience to ensure that the girl wouldn't
feel rushed or forced, he simply moved back and forth ever so slightly to
stimulate her tiny pussy, letting his cock massage the walls of her sex
gently. His motion caused Ghaniyah to moan and pant, acutely aware of what
was about to happen, not afraid, but conscious of the enormity of giving up
her virginity. Resolutely she reached out and grabbed hold of the toned
muscles of Ahmed's taught butt, firmed up the muscles in her own body,
backed off an inch, and then in one smooth movement pulled herself forward,
ramming all seven inches of him into her pussy, straight past the point of
resistance, not flinching as Ahmed's dick plowed its way past her hymen.
Contrary to the myth, of course, there wasn't really much in the way of
tearing -- the thin membrane simply gave a little, stretched and moved aside
to allow the boy's penis full access to the depths of her pussy. All the
same, the penetration felt incredible to Ghaniyah; the fullness, the
sensation of having that warm, pulsating dick deep within her body. As her
pubic bone came to rest against the base of his penis, she gave a small
shudder before pulling all the way back off the penis that took her
virginity.

Elliott was right there, his camera less than a foot from the dripping
union of the two glistening bodies, capturing some unbelievable shots of
the the boy's dick emerging from Ghaniyah's wide open vagina, coated in the
girls' juices and lube and the faintest tinge of blood from her hymen. As
she pulled herself off Ahmed, Ghaniyah took a second to flash Elliott a
smile. Then she spread her legs wider still and leaned back on the bed -- a
pose of willing surrender that allowed Ahmed full access to her pussy. He
didn't hesitate, but took the invitation, and plunged his dick back into
Ghaniyah with a groan. He then proceeded to plow her earnestly for a couple
of minutes, eliciting whimpers and sighs of delight from the delirious girl
beneath him.

Once again he got dangerously close to the point of no return, so Ahmed
forced himself to pull out of Ghaniyah and take a second to catch his
breath. The girl was so lost in lust that her hand almost immediately
reached down between her legs; her index finger found her clitoris and
while Ahmed recovered she proceeded to tease herself to the verge of an
orgasm. Elliott couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in the girl as he
snapped away at the unbelievable scene in front of him.

Well recovered, Ahmed reached out and rolled Ghaniyah's over on her stomach
and propped her up on her knees. The orbs of her beautiful butt stuck up in
the air and exposed her dripping wet pussy and her dark pucker to him. He
leaned in and gave it all a long, sensuous swipe with his tongue, allowing
copious drool to saturate her rosebud. Then Ahmed rose up on his knees and
brushed his dick up between Ghaniyah's wide open labia, across her perineum
until the tip lodged at the center of her puckered ass. He then grabbed the
vial with lube and poured another helping on both his glans and Ghaniyah's
hole, and used the tip of his finger to guide some of it into her slowly
expanding back door. He allowed the finger to linger for a moment, swirling
around the edge of her starfish, coaxing it to open further still. He
wasn't particularly wide, so when he withdrew his finger and replaced it
with his dick, the head slipped inside her fairly easily. He paused there
for a minute with his hands resting gently against the beautiful olive skin
of her lower back to allow her to get used to the feeling of having
something lodged in her ass.

Ghaniyah breathed deeply and worked to relax her sphincter, while gently
pushing back against Ahmed and trying to open herself up a bit more. Slowly
but surely, he plowed a couple of additional inches of his shaft past her
tight little rosebud before pausing again. This time, however, he only
waited a couple of breaths before pulling back out about half way. He
reached over one last time for the little bottle of lube, and coated the
shaft of his penis generously before easing back into her. The slurping of
soft skin against soft skin was audible as he entered her completely,
burying all seven inches of his manhood in her ass, bumping his hips into
her firm butt and holding her tight against him for a beat or two. It was
all he could do to prevent himself from coming then and there. Ghaniyah
soon adjusted to the fullness in her ass, accepted the intrusion, and
started enjoying the feeling that came with the stimulation of her
erogenous zones from the other side. She groaned a little -- not in pain,
but in genuine pleasure, and turned her head back to smile at Ahmed in
encouragement. He took the hint and pulled back out all the way before
pushing back in, and set up a slow, steady rhythm.

As he gained confidence and familiarity with the girl's body, Ahmed
increased the speed and pressure, slamming himself against her, his balls
whacking up against her cunt on every thrust. He moaned loudly, almost
hissing while trying to draw out the inevitable, and he strained to hold
off the tingling sensation that was spreading from his nuts to his prostate
up through his urethra all the way to the tip of his engorged penis. But
after a few more thrusts, he was forced to surrender. As he maxed out to
full depth in her tight rear entrance, Ahmed's body froze and his dick
erupted, spewing copious amounts of sticky cum across the clean walls of
Ghaniyah's anal cavity. He collapsed over her, draping his arms over her
shoulders. They stayed like that for a few moments, panting, their
heartbeats slowing to normal, their bodies recovering from the
all-encompassing erotic excitement. Ahmed's deflating cock eventually
slipped out of Ghaniyah with an audible plop, and a trickle of lube and cum
dribbled out past the girls rapidly contracting sphincter. It oozed lazily
down across Ghaniyah's perineum and lodged at the bottom of her crack.
Ahmed wiped it off with a finger as he eased himself down from the bed to
stand besides it and admire her. The girl's beautiful naked body was curled
up contentedly, her dark skin glistening with sweat, almost glowing from
all the stimulation.

Ahmed looked over at Elliott with a smile.

"Thank you," he said, "for what you did for us both."

Then he pulled his pants back on, tied the drawstring, and disappeared to
the adjoining room to clean up. Elliott stepped over to the bed, and, after
taking a last picture of Ghaniyah in all her post-coital bliss, pulled the
sheets up over her. Shortly after hearing Ahmed turn on the shower in his
room indicating that the ceremony had ended, the family gathered around to
admire the girl in the bed and shower her with traditional blessings and
congratulations. Muntasir and his wife thank Thomas for his help, and soon
most of the crowd filed out of the room, chatting excitedly on their way to
the banquet hall for the celebratory dinner.

Elliott started putting away his equipment while a couple of aunts who had
stayed behind, were hovering over Ghaniyah, offering her water and gently
caressing her cheeks. But when she told them in Arabic to please leave her
alone, they reluctantly nodded and back out of the room. After they had
left, Ghaniyah beckoned Elliott to come over to the bed. She smiled at him,
tired but content, clearly not hurting or suffering, and reached out and
hugged him, pulling him down on the bed with a giggle.

"Thanks for making it special; your advice to both of us made all the
difference, I think."

She moved his hand down between her legs and spread them wide.

"How does it look?" she asked as she placed his hand at the top of her
pubic mound.

Elliott peered down. Her labia were still swollen and red from all the
action, and there was lube and pussy juice drying on her crotch, but her
bald little cunt was as spectacular as ever. He leaned down and kissed it
gently, tasting her, eagerly licking between the still slightly parted
pussy lips and savored the flavor of her sex. She in turn moaned quietly,
spreading her legs wider to give him full access, and he proceeded to let
his tongue wash back and forth over her entire mound, pausing only to press
it firmly against her clit at the top of the arch, massaging the edges of
the still-exposed little nub lightly, inducing involuntary shudders in the
little girls body. After a few more swirls she placed her hands on the back
of his head, forcing him down into her crotch, begging him to satisfy her
the way he had the day before when he'd given her the first orgasm of her
young life.

Elliott was more than happy to oblige, taking pleasure in his work, not
rushing it like he had the day before, lingering on the edges of her inner
labia, tickling them with the tip of his tongue, dipping in now and then to
caress the walls of her vagina, flicking his tongue up and around to
stimulate all the sensitive areas right at the edge of her opening. Her
breathing grew more rapid and shallow, her hands on the back of his head
gripped stronger and finally she cried out in little shudders as her body
was wracked with the contractions of her second orgasm ever. She held his
face tight against her pussy, grinding her bald cunt against him, making
little circular movements that stimulated her entire crotch and rubbed her
clit against him. He could feel copious fluids run from the bottom of her
slit onto his lower lip, and he stuck out his tongue and eagerly lapped up
the precious drops.

Finally, Ghaniyah relaxed her body and settled back down on the bed,
reluctantly letting go of his head, allowing Elliott to pull back and
admire the sight in front of him. The 11-year-old girl was completely
spent, her beautiful olive body glistening with perspiration, her hair
tussled and spread across the pillow behind her. A trickle of cum had oozed
from her ass as the orgasm had flexed her sphincter open, and it was now
pooling on the sheet between her legs. She was irresistible, and Elliott
felt his erection strain against the front of his pants as he watched her
cunt slowly regain its tight little girl form and close up the gash that
had seen so much action in the past hour.

As she slept soundly in the big, ornate bed where she'd given up her
virginity, Elliott got up, grabbed his stuff and quietly slipped out of the
room. This had definitely been an assignment like no other.

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