Maryam

Lebanon is a coastal country surrounded by Syria on three sides and Israel on the south. The country is best known for all the Roman ruins, a castle from the Christian crusades in ruins now and the modern ruins from our countries struggles with Israel.

My father works for the local Power Company that supplies electrical power to most of Lebanon. We live in a small village north of Beirut not far from the Sea and the ruins of an old Roman Aqueduct. Typical of a Muslim family my father has four wives and I am the daughter of his third wife. Between the four wives I have a dozen brothers and sisters. There were some that were still born or died in the first year or I would have more. Some of my sisters had been married off and my brothers were had left home to start their own families.

When I reached puberty and join the women in my parent's household in the bath and hygiene rituals I was excited more from the sight of the women bathing and sitting around the brass bowl of boiled sugar nude removing body hair than seeing any boy or man nude. They gossiped as they went about these duties. We helped each other peal the glue like sugar with the hair stuck to it and sometimes even removed hair from unwanted areas of each other's pubis. I loved the smell of the other women when I helped them remove hair from their pubis.

I was just eighteen at the end of the school year. I was a pretty typical Lebanese girl. Black hair, dark brown eyes. I have natural dark shading around my eyes. My skin is flawless with a few little moles on my flesh. Because we are not allowed out of the house without being covered for modesty and my head covered as required my skin is as light as some European women are.

I had just finished secondary school and knew that I was about to be married off as soon as some man would pay the bridal price expected. I feared that some old man with three wives would be my husband. I was not looking forward to being the new wife and have three older women picking on me. The thought of an old man smelling of strong tobacco and strong coffee was repulsive to me. I could see some skinny legged old man with a fat belly between my legs sweating all over me.

Yes! That is what happened to me. I was broken hearted when my mother told me that I was going to marry a 50-year old government official. His first wife was at least forty. The day came when the marriage was over and I had to live with my new husband. My worst fears came true. He stunk and the women made me do most of the household duties. The children that were still home felt they could abuse me as they pleased. Oh they hid it from their father.

The senior wife treated me like a slave. Being the new wife our husband wanted me in his bed most of the time. That only added to the jealousy of the other three wives. About three months after I became a member of the household all the women in the household were gathered around the boiled sugar bowl to remove our leg hair. I could not help checking out the bodies of the other three wives and the daughters that were old enough to become members of the women's club. Most of the wives children were gone. Only one child of the number two wife was allowed in the room. Two of children of the number three wife were allowed in the room with the adult women. She had a couple of more children of school aged boys. Both were royal pains in the ass because they felt it was their right to feel my body when their father was not around.

Well the number one wife must have been watching the way I looked at the other women. One day when all the other wives were at the market and we were alone in the house she invited me to join her for tea. She fixed a tray for two and invited me to sit on the couch. She sat next to me so close that our hips and legs touched. She put the loose tealeaves in the silver tea strainer. I watched her take the teapot and pour the boiling water over the tea into the cups. We sugared our teas and I added a touch of fresh cream to mine.

Then she sat back and took a sip of her tea her loose silk caftan casually opened to reveal her bare legs. She casually asked me if I preferred the sexual company of women. I was shocked that she would even ask me such a question. I tried to deny her accusation but she saw through me like a book.

She told me that it was not a problem in this household. She turned her body to face me and placed her free hand on my shoulder gently. I could not look her in the eye. I looked down and her caftan was open to the waist. She had a thick pubic bush or dark hair. I could not help that my vagina was making my panties wet. I was terribly uncomfortable and squirmed around on the couch.

She sat her cup down and gathered me in her arms. Her breath smelt of tobacco, which I find repulsive but when she kissed me on the mouth I went limp in her arms. She unbuttoned my western blouse and pulled it off my shoulders. She unhooked my bra and removed it. I was nude from the waist up. She gently toyed with my dark brown areola with her finger as she kissed my mouth. My head was spinning as I lay back and marveled in the first touch of a woman.

She lifted me up by the arms until I stood up in front of her. She removed the skirt I had on and my panties. Then she ran her hand between my legs. My knees almost buckled when her fingers touched my clitoris. She turned me around inspecting my body like she was about to buy a slave. Then she pulled me by my arms so that I sat next to her again.

Then she stood up the removed her sash and her silk caftan fell to the floor in a light fluttering of material. She was totally nude. Her body was thin. She had lost the plump hips and thighs of her girlhood. Her breasts sagged a little and the skin was drier than a girl's was. Her skin was darker than mine was. But I found her beautiful. She sat next to me and put her hand between my legs and started stroking me as she took one of my nipples in her mouth.

After a short time she sat back and pulled my head to one of her breasts as she held it up with the other hand. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and sucked greedily.

I gave up and knelt between her legs and she placed both heels on the edge of the couch with her legs bent and spread wide open. I used both my hands to open her vagina. The labium was thick and dark turning into a meaty red as I looked into her vagina. I inhaled the fragrance of her musk and could not resist putting my face in the wet center of her sex. My nose rubbed her clit as I licked and probed her cunt. When she climaxed she wrapped her legs around my head until she finished. Then she sat me down on the couch and knelt between my legs and did the same for me. I howled when I climaxed.

After that when I was not sleeping with our husband I slept with wife number one. I got to sleep with wife number one at lest two or three times a week.

The other two wives began to pinch me and lift their caftans to show me their pussies and ask me if theirs was not good enough fore me. I tried to ignore them.

One day when all four of us wives and three of their girls were in the private room used by us to bath and sit around removing hair from our bodies. When senior wife insisted that I do her legs. While I was peeling the caramelized sugar from her legs along with the hair. As I was working up her thighs she told me that she wanted me to shave her pubic hair into a nice V. As I wet the hair with warm water she grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled it into her crotch. The other two wives and their daughters laughed at me being smothered in her pussy. She told me to stick out my tongue and lick her.

I was embarrassed beyond measure with these women and their daughters sitting there laughing at me. She made me suck her and soon she was rubbing her pussy against my face. She climaxed and lay back satisfied with herself.

Wife number two grabbed me by my hair and dragged me over between her legs. Her pubic hair was dry and coarse. I sucked her clitoris until she climaxed in my mouth.

Wife number three moved over next to two. When I move in on her pussy she was excited but her pubic hair was dry and as coarse as two was. When I was done with her the three girls lined up and insisted that I do them all. While I was servicing them wife number one was probing my pussy with her long fingers. Two and three were playing with my young breasts. I climaxed ever time one of the girls did.

When I was finished my face was red like I had been rubbing it with sandpaper and my labia was swollen and sore.

From that day on I slept with a different woman every night when our husband did not pick me as his bed partner for the night.