The Perfumed Garden of the Shaykh Nefwazi | Page 9

then no longer combated her
desire to cohabit with him, and reassured herself by the thought: 'If this Bahloul, after
having had his pleasure with me, should divulge it no one will believe his words.'
She requested him to divest himself of his robe and to come into her room, but Bahloul
replied: 'I shall not undress till I have sated my desire, O apple of my eye.'
Then Hamdonna rose, trembling with excitement for what was to follow; she undid her
girdle, and left the room, Bahloul following her and thinking: 'Am I really awake or is
this a dream?' He walked after her till she had entered her boudoir. Then she threw
herself on a couch of silk, which was rounded on the top like a vault, lifted her clothes up
over her thighs, trembling all over, and all the beauty which God had given her was in
Bahloul's arms.

Bahloul examined the belly of Hamdonna, round like an elegant cupola' his eyes dwelt
upon a navel which was like a pearl in a golden cup; and descending lower down there
was a beautiful piece of nature's workmanship, and the whiteness and shape of her thighs
surprised him.
Then he pressed Hamdonna in a passionate embrace, and soon saw the animation leave
her face; she seemed almost unconscious. She had lost her head; and holding Bahloul's
member in her hands, excited and fired him more and more.
Bahloul said to her: 'Why do I see you so troubled and beside yourself?' And she
answered: 'Leave me, O son of a debauched woman! By God, I am like a mare in heat,
and you continue to excite me still more with your words, and what words! They would
set any woman on fire, if she was the purest creature in the world. You will insist in
making me succumb by your talk and your verses.'
Bahloul answered: 'Am I then not like your husband?' 'Yes,' she said, but a woman gets
heat on account of the man, as a mare on account of the horse, whether the man be the
husband or not; with this difference, however, that the mare gets lusty only at certain
periods of the year, and only then receives the stallion, while a woman can always be
made rampant by words of love. Both these dispositions have met within me, and, as my
husband is absent, make haste, for he will soon be back'
Bahloul replied. 'Oh, my mistress, my loins hurt me and prevent me mounting upon you.
You take the man's position, and then take my robe and let me depart.'
Then he laid himself down in the position the woman takes in receiving a man; and his
verge was standing up like a column.
Hamdonna threw herself upon Bahloul, took his member between her hands and began to
look at it. She was astonished at its size, strength and firmness, and cried: 'Here we have
the ruin of all women and the cause of many troubles. O Bahloul! I never saw a more
beautiful dart than yours!' Still she continued keeping hold of it, and rubbed its bead
against the lips of her vulva till the latter part seemed to say: 'O member, come into me.'
Then Bahloul inserted his member into the vagina of the Sultan's daughter, and she,
settling down upon his engine, allowed it to penetrate entirely into her furnace till nothing
more could be seen of it, not the slightest trace, and she said: 'How lascivious has God
made woman, and how indefatigable after her pleasures.' She then gave herself up to an
up-and-down dance, moving her bottom like a riddle; to the right and left, and forward
and backward; never was there such a dance as this.
The Sultan's daughter continued her ride upon Bahloul's member till the moment of
enjoyment arrived, and the attraction of the vulva seemed to pump the member as though
by suction: just as an infant sucks the teat of the mother. The acme of enjoyment came to
both simultaneously, and each took the pleasure with avidity.
Then Hamdonna seized the member in order to withdraw it, and slowly, slowly she made
it come out, saying: 'This is the deed of a vigorous man.' Then she dried it and her own

private parts with a silken kerchief and rose.
Bahloul also got up and prepared to depart, but she said, 'And the robe?'
He answered, 'Why, O mistress! You have been riding me, and still want a present?'
'But,' said she, 'did you not tell me that you could not mount me on account of the pains
in your loins?'
'It matters but little,' said Bahloul. 'The first time it was your turn, the second will be mine,
and the price for it will