Cairo, Egypt
Suddenly he thought of a girls' dormitory at a school: and as if invented by the very thought itself, through the open door at the end of the room trooped a crowd of small figures dressed in white soiled robes, like defeated angels. He had stumbled into a house of child prostitutes, he realized with a sudden spasm of disgust and pity. Their little faces were heavily painted, their hair scragged up in ribbons and plaits… He felt the children's sharp arms twining round his waist like lianas in a tropical jungle, their sharp little fingers prying the buttons of his coat…
Lawrence Durrell
This excerpt from Durrell's justly renowned novel, Mountolive, the third book in his famous Alexandria Quartet, is, of course, fictional. But the fact is that child prostitutes do exist in Egypt, the locale of the novel. And there are many men who do not react with the "disgust and pity" that characterized the protagonist in the novel. Far from it. Many men take considerable delight in sex relations with a child or teenager. And it is well known that Egypt is a true "pedophile's paradise" among those who have a personal interest in such things.
My information has its origins not in Alexandria, but in Cairo, Egypt's exotic capital. Located at the mouth of the huge Nile River, where the delta opens into the southeast coast of the Mediterranean Sea, Cairo sprawls for miles. Resplendent wealth and abject poverty exist together, the one never touching the other. The magnificent palaces that loom like crystal mountains in the more expensive parts of the city are like another world to the poor who dwell in the hovels that infest the city like some ghastly sickness. And the unfortunate people who live in the hovels have long been accustomed to eking out a living any way they can-even if it means selling their children into sexual slavery.
A man to whom I'll refer as "Kendall" has traveled for years in the Middle East and knows Cairo exceedingly well. He furnished me with the account that follows. It is no accident that Cairo is one of his "favorite cities," for Kendall is a dyed-in-the-wool pedophile if ever there was one. He is quite candid about his sex preferences and experiences, as will be apparent from his words.
"Sure," he remarked to me without the slightest recrimination, "I know the books call a guy like me a 'pedophile.' So what? Names don't mean much. I think there ought to be a special name for me different from that, though, because they'd give that name to a guy even if the girls he liked were in their middle or maybe even late teens-especially if he was old enough to make a twenty- or thirty-year difference in their ages.
"But I like them even younger. I mean a chick fifteen or sixteen is great fucking, I agree, but my limits go a lot lower than that. Man, you can get them any age you want in Cairo. I've had them as young as six. Not for fucking. A kid that young just isn't physically big enough to take a penis into her pussy. But believe you me, there's plenty that can be done with a little six-year-old. I guess you could say my favorite age would be a lot older than six, but I sure will take one that young if she's all I can get. I've done it plenty of times, too. But what you want to know about is the slave thing, right? The way a guy with a little extra money and the right connections can buy himself a little honeyfuck? Well, there are plenty of places around Cairo where you can do just that with no trouble at all. I always call them little 'honeyfucks' because I used to call them that in the states. I'm only in my twenties you know, but I've had me more young ass in my lifetime than you can shake a stick at.
'I'll tell you one thing, it's a hell of a lot easier in Cairo than back in the states. In fact I once damn near got caught at it when I was living in Chicago. I'd been playing around with this little neighbor of my aunt's who was just twelve. I could tell by the way she acted that she liked me. I was twenty-one then and I'd had chicks her age before, but I had a suspicion she was cherry. She acted real shy about it, but I had experience enough to know she was just dying for me to do something nasty to her.
"She was always hanging around, 'accidentally' showing me her little ass when she bent over, or 'accidentally' bending down where I could see inside the front of her blouse. She was so proud of those little knockers she'd just started growing that she didn't know what to do with herself. One day I could tell she'd stuffed some kind of crap in her top to make it look like her new knockers were bigger. Shit, if she'd only known it, I was crazy about them just the size they were, but I guess it's natural for most girls to think that men like it best of all when they're grapefruit size. This twelve-year-old was no exception.
"I made sure one day we were in a place where nobody could see us and I made my move. At first I was just joking around with her, tickling her and messing her up and everything. But pretty soon I had my hands brushing past her crotch and titties, and she wasn't making the slightest protest. In no time at all I had her standing between my legs getting hot as a little firecracker while I worked on her pussy through her dress, under her dress, through just her thin panties, and finally, inside-against her naked pussy. I gave her such a hand job, I had her sweating and twitching something fierce. When I put my other hand under her blouse and started rubbing her titties, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, 'I been hoping you'd be nasty with me like this. I think about it all the time when I'm home in bed by myself."
"Shit, man, when I heard that, I about went out of my skull. The thought of that little twelve-year-old lying under her covers at night thinking about me doing stuff to her made me hot as hell. I asked her if she ever played with herself, and she did. I asked if she'd ever made herself come, and she giggled real bashful-like and said, 'Sure, I've been able to do that for almost a year. But I'd rather have you make me do it."
"That did it. I finger fucked her right then until she started making little noises in her throat, and in a few minutes she got her cookies. After that it was easy. Two or three times a week I'd finger fuck her and get her to come. Eventually I got her to where she'd jack me off, too. She loved it when I shot off in front of her. Since she was plenty big for her age, I began wanting to fuck her-to have my cock in that sweet pussy instead of just my hand. I asked her if she had started to bleed yet, and she said no, so I knew it was going to be possible for me to get a little from her. There was something funny about the way she answered me, though. It was like she'd never even heard of a girl menstruating before. I didn't pay it much attention at the time, but I sure did later. Turned out her parents had never told her one damn thing about nothing!
"When she said she'd never bled, I figured it was safe to fuck her without a rubber because I knew she couldn't get pregnant unless she had started having her period. When I finally did it to her, it was great for a while. I took her out behind the house and had her strip off all her clothes for me. I can still remember her light blond hair and the few little blond hairs that had started growing around her pussy, and those two little titties no bigger than the end of a man's thumb. I got her real hot as usual, but when I finally pushed my cock in and broke the cherry, the shit hit the fan. The bleeding scared her real bad. She didn't know what it was and got kind of hysterical. Before it was over-to make a long story short-she ran home bleeding and her parents found out. I had to leave there fast to keep from getting in bad trouble, and my aunt doesn't know where I am to this day."
Kendall looked relieved as he finished and wiped his arm across his forehead as if remembering how close he had come to "getting into bad trouble." Then he seemed to realize that he had strayed a long way from his original conversation and he went on.
"But it's the young slave girls in Cairo you're interested in me telling you about, isn't it? Not some little girl who had hot pants back in Chicago!" he exclaimed.
"There's a world of difference here, that's for sure. Let me tell you about how I got my first honeyfuck in Cairo. It was easy as falling off a log. See, some sections of the city are known to be for queers, some for regular women whores, some for whip freaks, and so on. All I had to do after I'd learned the ropes was to go over to the part of town where the little ones are. As soon as I'd gone a few blocks I knew I had come to the right place. For one thing, there wasn't a gay guy or a woman prosty in sight and that's pretty unusual in itself around Cairo. But besides that, I began noticing that there was a much larger number of young girls on the streets. And I'd see them looking out the windows making eyes at me, even. Girls all the way from sixteen or seventeen on down to little brats not much taller than my knee! I later found out that when they got to be that age they left the area and went over on the west side of town where most of the regular whores did their thing..
"I don't think I'd been walking the streets more than fifteen minutes when this old geezer hissed to me and motioned for me to step around the corner with him. He pulled out a handful of dirty pictures like I'd never seen before. All were girls and all were young. There wasn't a one in the bunch over seventeen and a lot of them were so young they didn't even look like they were old enough to know what to do with their own pussies, much less a man's cock. The old geezer saw I was grooving on the pictures. Then he named a price and pushed one of them in my face. The price was so low, I first thought he was just trying to sell me the pictures themselves. But that wasn't it at all-he was pimping the girls themselves! I paid him at once and took from his hand the dirty piece of newspaper that he'd written on. Instead of an address, he had drawn a rough map to make it easier for me to find the house. The route took me deeper into the Arab section of the city where I passed three Arabian musicians playing a viola, derbouka, and gimbri on a street corner. The houses reminded me of rabbit warrens because they were close together and crowded. I began to see a few figures moving in the darkness of the dank insides of the houses and soon I noticed girls peeping out at me from the windows. Some were so bold, I was sure I could have got what I wanted without the map the old man had given me.
"When I reached the house, a slender little girl about seven appeared at the door and yanked me inside. She surprised me by whispering to me in English (I found out later that so many British and American guys had been there that most of the girls could speak English fine) that I should go into a back room and wait, then she dashed away and brought an older girl, apparently her sister. She was only about twelve or so, with big dark brown eyes and two darling little mounds under her dingy upper garment. I knew I could be as nasty with them as I wanted, so I showed them the picture the old man had given me and started to ask where I could find the girl shown there. They consulted each other quickly in Arabic and the younger girl disappeared leaving me alone with the twelve-year-old who introduced herself as Natheena and begged me to let her earn some coins from me before the other girl returned.
" ‘That's Fashta in your picture,' she informed me, 'but you do not wait for her, huh? You let me do you something now before she come. She only two year older than me. She no do you better than me. I know what you like!"
"Apparently there was a little competition going on within the same household, I realized, so I decided to make the best of it. I asked her if she'd do stuff with Fashta so I could have them both. She was already playing around with the fly of my pants and rubbing her hand up and down my leg. She agreed to my request at once and giggled. She saw me looking at Fashta's picture and slyly asked, 'You like the girl like us more than the big woman, no? We more fun to you than older girl, no?"
"My smile answered her question and she said, 'We do what you want for you, mister sir. You tell us and we be nasty for you, yes?' At this point I felt damned good because I wanted something I knew might sound silly. See, ever since I had such a close call with the girl in Chicago, I've had this thing about getting my rocks off strictly by masturbation. Somehow fucking normal, with my cock in a girl's pussy, left me cold after she got so scared when I fucked her and made her bleed. Because of that I have pretty special needs. I need not only young girls but I need girls who will let me masturbate their pussies without laying the meat to them. Maybe that doesn't sound too difficult to find, but you'd be surprised-plenty of little gals have had it so much they can't come unless they're fucked right, with cock in their pussies. "
"So without any hesitation I said, 'Yeah, Natheena, yeah. That's what I want. You and Fashta be nasty like I want and I'll pay you good. I remembered the little seven-year-old and said I wanted her to participate, too. I was half afraid the idea of me getting in a little seven-year-old's pants might be too much even for these wild little girls to go for, but I soon found out I didn't have to worry.
"Natheena smiled naughtily and told me it'd be okay except for one thing. 'Baby have pussy too small for big man's cock,' she told me, 'so you not be able to have fucky-fucky with her. Anything else, okay.' It was perfect! Although they didn't know it, I didn't want a regular fuck anyway-even with Natheena and Fashta. It amused me to hear Natheena refer to her seven-year-old sister as 'Baby.' I was to learn only later that all Arabian girls use that name for the youngest female in the family until she reaches the age of ten.
"Just then Baby came back with Fashta. When I first saw the older girl, I noticed the picture I had must have been taken almost two years before. The small titties that showed in the picture had grown to about the size of lemons and man, what a beautiful little piece she was! Although Natheena and Baby were only wearing short cotton underslips called booshtis, Fashta was all decked out in a complete jellabia and burnoose-a long, winding, full length robe and a sort of built-in hood that allowed me to see only her upper face, hands and feet. All three could see I was getting a hard-on from thinking about what Fashta had underneath her jellabia, and I think Fashta realized that the mystery she was presenting me with was more exciting to me than if I'd seen her stark naked. The cute booshtis worn by Natheena and Baby showed up their slim, smooth little bodies to great advantage, but Fashta's more complete cover-up lent her an air of secrecy that made me want to get on with our scene pronto.
"Natheena told Fashta I'd already paid and that I wanted all three of them to join in the action. The sexy fourteen-year-old sat down on a low rug used for sleeping and said, 'You honor us by coming to our poor house. Please tell us what you like.' She smiled and moved the jellabia up so I could see her knees as she said, 'You like the picture of me, no? Wait you see me naked now-I bigger girl, have more titty, longer leg than in picture!"
"And little Baby ran to me and hugged me around the waist, saying, 'Oh, thank you, mister sir, for wanting me, too.' She pouted prettily and said, 'Big sisters never let me have fun like them. Me want to play dirty, too, want you feel and rub me under my clothes.'
"I immediately told them to undress each other while I watched. First I had Natheena take the short booshti off Baby's small figure while Fashta merely sat and watched me take my cock out and play with myself. As the complete nakedness of the little seven-year-old was slowly revealed to me, I was delighted to find that Natheena knew just how I wanted it done. She did it in a very teasing way and had the smaller girl assume all kinds of provocative positions while she gradually let met see more and more. I started jacking myself off slow and easy at the sight of Baby's slender legs and tight, virginal ass. Fashta never took her eyes off my cock all the time that her sisters were exhibiting themselves before me.
"She even said, 'Ahh, you have nice big strong cock. You like my hand on it, huh?"
"Her comment made it get even more rigid than before, but I had a better idea. I wanted to get all the thrills I could out of the little threesome. I wanted to play with all their pussies and titties and have them frig my cock with their fingers and I wanted to see every tender little secret place on their bodies. So I told Fashta that instead of having her frig me, I wanted -her to let Baby get her naked while I played around with twelve-year-old Natheena. She got up immediately and stood in front of me on the rug beside Baby. Natheena came and sat beside me. She put her arms around my chest under my arms and whispered, 'I tell you I do you good fucky-fucky, no? Now I show you.' She pressed her thinly clad body against me and said, 'You like for me to play nasty with cock while you see Baby make Fashta naked, no? Here, let me do you!"
"And damned if the little prick teaser didn't take hold of it even before I told her to. Baby had nothing on but a pair of skin-tight western-style panties, and seeing her move her young ass around while she took off Fashta's clothes made my cock quake like a sonofabitch. I ran my hand under Natheena's booshti and felt up her legs 'til I came to her fine little butt. That's when I damned near shot off before I wanted to. She wasn't wearing a goddamn thing under there. When I saw that Baby wore panties, I'd assumed they all probably did, but all I felt in Natheena's hot little crotch was a sparse growth of silky hairs. She breathed into my ear and asked me if I didn't like it naked better than inside panties. I slipped my fingers between her legs and felt her thighs immediately clamp together on my hand like she'd caught a rabbit in a trap. I reached into her wet, slick pussy with my forefinger and started frigging her clit real slow and nice for her while she stepped up the pace of her hand on my cock.
"Then I heard Fashta call out, 'Here, mister. Look at what my little sister do to my clothes.' I realized suddenly that I'd let my mind wander from the hot strip show going on in front of me because of the attention I'd been given Natheena-and she'd been giving me!
"I kept my hand up her booshti, but slowed down the action on her wet slit. Little Baby was really earning her money for the strip job she was performing on Fashta. She already had her burnoose tossed off into the corner and had her jellabia down around her ankles. Now I could really see something about the way the cute fourteen-year-old was built. The jellabia had been concealing a pair of the finest tits I've ever seen on a girl so young. Considering the fact that they'd probably keep growing until she was sixteen or so, I couldn't help but think she was going to be blessed with one of the greatest sets of jugs in Cairo when she got her full growth. They were not only large, but they were firm as a football and as perfectly formed as a Greek sculpting. On her entire body she only wore a scanty pair of silk panties.
"My eyes were glazed. I told Baby to slip those panties off nice and slow down her legs so I could see every inch of her slender body. The little cunt did what I told her and the way she looked at her big sis made me think maybe the tyke wanted to feel up Fashta some herself. I began to wonder if they'd ever played with themselves or each other, so I asked them and they all three giggled-even Natheena, who was still hard at work to make my fat cock feel good. Fashta answered my question by saying with a breathless laugh, 'When the mare is without the stallion, she must seek her own reward.'
"Since masturbation is my big thing anyway, I was delighted the way things were turning out. It dawned on me that the three sisters must at least watch each other do it if not accommodate each other with their fingers, so I said, 'Listen to me. Baby, I-want you and Fashta to come over here where I can reach all of you.' They did, and I turned to Natheena and told her to switch off with Fashta, that I wanted Fashta's marvelous boobies in my hands and I wanted Baby and Natheena to pretend I wasn't there and just do what they were accustomed to doing at night when no one was watching. Fashta kicked off her panties, which Baby had pulled all the way down to her knees by that time, and ran over to me. I grabbed her titties with both hands and said, 'You know what to do with it, don't you, Baby? I need my meat frigged while I do the same for your pussy.'
"Fashta began at once to resume the hand job Natheena had left to go to Baby, and I swear to God, she didn't miss a stroke. I stroked her big succulent boobs and discovered they were covered with a light film of sweat which made my cock throb hard and heavy. The other two girls were at my feet now and Natheena was starting to give herself a hand job, but Baby was just looking close at Fashta and me as we rubbed each other.
" 'Please, let me play with you,' she begged me. 'I get to play with my big sisters often but never with a big man.' Her pitiful expression was made more expressive by the fact that she was rapidly frigging her young hairless pussy as she talked.
" 'Baby will do you with her mouth if you want.' Natheena interrupted to my surprise. 'She does the good tongue job all the time to Fashta and me.'
" 'Natheena is right,' added Fashta as her hand flew on my cock, 'Give up your cock to the mouth of my little sister and she will please you much.'
"I grabbed the kid and pulled her toward me, but she didn't need any, coaxing. She fixed her hungry little lips around the head of my cock with a single gulp, setting the stage for the greatest jack-off scene I've ever had in my life. Natheena scooted over and put my hand on the scantily haired mound between her perfectly formed legs and let me know in no uncertain terms that she desperately wanted some help in getting her rocks off. Baby's fantastic lip and tongue action on my swollen cock made me know I couldn't stand the almost excruciating pleasure much longer. I grabbed Fashta and swung her around so I could bury my face in her tits and still see Natheena and Baby. Then I felt a tiny finger working its way up my asshole and I knew that little bitch was a real pro at jacking a man off. I reached down and started finger-fucking the little angel as she continued to suck me off and at the same time I kept feeling up Natheena's firm titties with my other hand.
"Baby was doing double duty, I discovered, when I saw her reach into Natheena's hot crotch, where she'd been frigging herself, and take the job over from her. The added surge of passion Natheena received from her little sister's hand made her hotter still, and the next thing I knew Natheena's cheek was next to mine on Fashta's chest and she was sucking off one hard nipple while I worked on the other one. Shit, man, I was in seventh heaven! I had a big mouthful of Fashta's creamy tit, one hand in Baby's young pussy and the other busily kneading Natheena's titties while her cheek was next to mine sucking Fashta's other big one. And besides that, I could watch to my heart's content while Natheena fingered the wet clit of Fashta and had her own clit fingered in turn by Baby!
"I let myself go over on my back and felt the whole crew fall with me. They were beginning to grunt and squeal like an excited litter of pigs, and I knew it was getting damn close to the boiling point for all of us. Then Baby rammed her finger up my ass as she applied wet mouth suction to my jubilant cock and I shot my nuts off into that little girl's sweet mouth like a fucking cannon. In rapid succession I felt the kid jerk her ass fast against my finger as she came, then I heard Fashta getting her jollies from Natheena's finger job on her. Baby had gotten so wound up sucking me off that she'd neglected Natheena, so I quickly tore my lips from Fashta's big tit and went down on Natheena's pulsating pussy. She was needing it so fucking bad, she almost cried with relief when she felt my tongue on her clit. In a few seconds I popped her cork for her and felt her twelve-year twat jerk for joy as she got it for herself.
"I came back there often after having such a great scene on my very first meeting with the three little cunts. And once a year or so later I 'rented' the services of Fashta for a whole goddamn month. By that time, I'd met her mom, who peddled her ass in another part of town and only returned home to sleep and eat. At first Fashta didn't much want to go with me because she was afraid I'd tire of her after an entire month together and that I wouldn't pay her any future visits. But her mom took the money from me and forced Fashta to do what I wanted. In American money it only cost me fourteen dollars and a quarter to keep her as my personal slave for the whole month. She was fifteen by that time-with tits you wouldn't believe-and she was worth every penny of it!"
When Kendall ended his tale to me, he furnished me with an introduction to a friend of his who'd traveled a lot in India, and who might be able to furnish me with information about the slave situation there. In Sinful Cities of the Western World, by Hendrik de Leeuw, it is reported, "… the Talmud says that nine parts of sexual passion were given to the Arabs and the remaining part was divided among all other races of the earth."
If one judges by KendalFs account of the Arab girls of Cairo, it is easy to entertain the possibility that this rather forceful statement regarding Arabian sex prowess may not be so exaggerated after all.