Jasmine sat by her fountain stroking Rajah's silky fur. She couldn't get the thought of the strange beggar boy out of her head. She had never been so awestruck before in her life. Something about that boy was just...different.

It was late. No one else would be up at this hour, Jasmine was sure. She looked around, there was no trace of her father or Jafar. No one would know, Jasmine thought. Jasmine removed her top letting loose her large, luscious, breasts. She stroked her nipples until they perked up, like little fire extinguishers. Then, after looking around once more, Jasmine slowly removed her pants. Her large bush blew in the breeze. Rajah watched with curiosity as Jasmine began to play with herself.

She stopped to look at Rajah.

"You know, I've never been with a boy before," Jasmine said, "You could show me.."

Jasmine moved closer, Rajah purred...He knew what she meant.

"Come here, you filthy beast!" Jasmine stroked his long, maroon, manhood. Rajah let out a soft growl, the kind one's stomach makes before a meal.

Jasmine got down on all fours, letting Rajah mount her. He thrust into her, Jasmine screamed with pleasure.

"Having fun?" A mysterious voice asked.

Jasmine looked behind her, startled. Jafar. He stood with his parrot on his shoulder in the shadows.

"Having fun? Having fun?" the parrot repeated.

"Jafar!" Jasmine exclaimed, "What are you-"

"Hush my girl, why didn't you just ask me?" He snickered and dropped his robes, his sex utensil stuck out like a ripe banana. It was even bigger than Rajah's.

Jafar stuck his large horndog into Jasmine's mouth. Together Rajah and Jafar screwed Jasmine until the sun came up, all of them shrieking with arousal.

The three kept this up for the next couple days, meeting each night in the same spot, until one night Jasmine came with serious news.

"I'm Pregnant."

"Is it Rajah's or Mine?" Jafar asked

We won't know for nine months. Stay tuned for chapter two.