Chapter 10

Posted: August 25, 2006 - 09:10:06 am?

I had to laugh as Adara sat there grinning impishly while holding out a marriage contract and the condoms. Once again, the Hassan women had out maneuvered me. The wives knew how I felt about Adara, so they had set me up to show me the form my affection needed to take. My wives might not be wise in the ways of the modern world, but they were incredibly astute. If they thought this was the right thing for us, I was not going to argue the point. I took the contract out of her hand and laid it aside.

"You know we have to sign that in front of witnesses, my little one," I said.

"Yes, Neeko, and we will do that in the morning. I am so honored that you insist that we be married. You do not realize what a liability most men consider someone like me to be. I love you, Neeko, and I will be a good wife for you, even though I am a cripple."

Her grin was gone now as she looked at me pensively. I smile reassuringly, took the condoms from her hand, and sat down beside her. I held both her hands and looked into her eyes.

"Adara, I don't see anything about you that makes me think less of you. That other men do is their misfortune, and my good luck. I think you will be a wonderful wife, and you know I adore you. Now stop talking and kiss me."

Adara squealed and launched herself on me so vigorously, that she knocked me flat on my back. Her lips descended on mine, and I swear, she poured her soul into that kiss. Any doubts I might have had about making love to Adara were swept away with the intensity of that one single kiss. I rolled us over until she was lying on her back and I was above her; our lips stayed glued together while we settled in the new position. I finally broke the kiss so I could explore her outstanding body. It consumed me that everything I did to Adara was a first for her. I was honored by that and determined that I would not make her regret giving these gifts to me.

I kissed every square inch of her silky smooth skin with great pleasure. One thing I have noticed about my wives is how nice their skin is. I think that being covered from head to toe when they are outside must account for that. Of course, Adara also had the advantage of her youth; her tawny skin glowed with good health and vitality. Adara would ummm or make little cooing noises when I did something she liked; I loved those little sounds, and tried my best to keep them coming for her. Adara had the most extraordinary areola and nipples. Her areolas were brown and silver dollar sized, her nipples medium sized cones pointed toward the ceiling. When I latched onto her left breast and planted a kiss on her nipple, her coo turned into a moan; she tangled her fingers into my hair and pulled my lips tightly against her breast. I had to smile, even though she was tugging pretty hard. It was the first time in my life my hair was long enough for a woman to get a good grip on it.

I switched my attention from one breast to the other, as I continued to caress her body with my hands. When I reached her center, Adara spread her legs eagerly. I stroked her thighs as I reluctantly abandoned her breasts and started trailing my tongue down her stomach. Adara's stomach muscles fluttered under my tongue, as I kissed and nibbled my way down. I looked up at her face and smiled again at the sight of her eyes tightly closed, as she bit her lip in concentration. When I finally arrived between her legs, I was the one who sighed, as I caught a whiff of the intoxicating aroma she was pumping into the room. Yes, her little mound was as beautiful as the rest of her; it was plump and hairless, slick with her excitement.

I wormed my tongue in between her lips at the bottom of her slit, and licked my way upward, questing for her clit. Adara's clit wasn't hard to find, it was big as an eight-millimeter pearl and already out of its protective hood, waiting for my tongue. As soon as my tongue touched her oily little nubbin, her hips shot upward and her thighs clinched against the sides of my face. She made a gasping noise and called out my name.

"Oh Neeko," she moaned.

I reached under her with one hand and supported her compact little ass, as I went to work on her clit, alternately flicking it with the tip of my tongue and sucking it between my lips. It took less than a minute before she went off, her hips jerking up and down and her muscles quivering. Her internal muscles clinched as well, forcing out a little air and lubricant. I have never had a woman come that hard from my lovemaking; she made me feel like a stud and a half. I kept my tongue flat against her clit, and let her grind herself against me until she collapsed back on the bed.

I crawled up and held her as she trembled through the after shocks. She gave a few twitches as I held her, then pulled my head down and tried to mash my lips into the back of my head. I broke the kiss and looked at her face. She gave me a slow smile and locked eyes with me.

"I think I died, Neeko. That was the best feeling I've ever had in my life," she said.

I kissed her cute little nose and smoothed her long wavy hair away from her face, until her breathing returned to normal. I shucked off my shorts and freed my painfully erect dick. Grabbing one of the rubbers, I tore open the package and rolled it down my stalk. I thought it very appropriate that my Greek soldier was armored with a prelubed Trojan. Adara watched the procedure with much interest.

"Are you going to make me a woman now?" she asked excitedly.

"In a few minutes," I replied. "After I get another taste of your sweet nectar."

I was stalling at doing the deed. Heck, I was more nervous about taking her cherry than she seemed to be. It would be a first for both of us; she was a virgin - I was a virgin devirginizer. I dived down between her legs again, licking for all I was worth. This time I used my fingers also, tracing her puffy lips and gently probing her tightness. I immediately ran into her hymen, just within the gates of her opening, and did not try to penetrate her with my finger. I wanted her to be in orgasmic bliss when I sundered her maidenhead. It took a little longer for her to climax the second time, but she came just as strongly. I scrambled up until I was kneeling between her legs, and ran the head of my dick up and down her slit as she came. Right in the middle of her orgasm, I lunged forward very hard. My dick bent painfully against her stubborn hymen before finally popping through.

Adara yipped when I pushed through her maidenhead. I froze above her, watching her face as fleeting twinges of pain competed with the residual after shocks of her climax.

"Are you okay, Sweetheart?" I asked.

She nodded her head and wiggled her hips experimentally.

"It stung as if you pinched me down there, but the pain is fading."

I pushed forward a little more and stopped again when she winced. And that's how it went, in fits and starts we worked together until I was fully in her tight sheath. I was so concerned about hurting her, I was nowhere near coming myself. When we were fully joined, Adara wrapped her arms tightly around me and held me tight as she kissed me all over my face.

"I have dreamed of this since the third day I knew you, Neeko. I never thought it would be anything but a dream, yet now here I am your wife, full of your magnificent zakar."

I smiled down at her, my weight on my elbows, so we had plenty of skin-to-skin contact, but I wasn't crushing her. I reached down and pulled her left leg so that it was hooked over my calf, then did the same with her right. When she looked comfortable, I slowly started stroking into her. It didn't take long for it to begin feeling good for both of us. I was trying to be gentle and go slow, but Adara's little quim kept rippling along my shaft, spurring me on. She was experimenting with what felt good to her, moving her hips this way and that in counterpoint to mine.

I let her body language, facial expressions and the noises she made guide me as I varied the intensity of my stroke. I was fighting to keep from coming by now; it would have been a lost cause if not for the sensation-deadening condom. Just when I couldn't last a second longer, Adara climaxed. Her orgasm wasn't as intense as the one she had on my tongue, but it would have to do. I gritted my teeth, threw my head back, and rammed forcefully into her, my seed gushing to fill the condom's tip. Finally spent, I tried to roll off her; we were plastered together with sweat. Adara tightened her arms and legs, gripping me tightly so I couldn't pull away.

"Don't move, Neeko, I want you here with me like this forever," she said softly.

I hugged her tight and held her until I felt myself starting to soften. Remembering the condom, I slowly pulled out of her. She protested but accepted my explanation for uncoupling. I disposed of the rubber and gently cleaned her up. She grimaced when I touched her slit, but didn't say anything. She was pretty much bonelessly limp as I ministered to us both. When I had us cleaned up, I blew out the candles and climbed under the thin blanket with my newest wife. She rolled on her side away from me so I could snuggle up against her back. We fell asleep with her cradled in my arms; her breast nestled in the palm of my hand.

I didn't wake up with her in my arms; instead, I woke up with my hard dick in her mouth. It was still pitch black in the room, so I couldn't see her, but I could sure feel her. She had my foreskin pulled completely back, and was lapping at my sensitive glans with cat like licks. I reached down and tangled my hand in her wavy tresses. She stopped what she was doing.

"My faraj is too sore for lovemaking, Neeko, but Tahani says you like this. She showed me how using my finger."

I grunted and guided her head back down onto me. She giggled and let the head of my shaft press between her lips. Tahani was the most sensual of my wives but it seemed Adara was going to give her a run for her money. With only the minimum of instruction, Adara was soon giving me head as good as I'd ever had. I warned her I was about to come, but instead of pulling away, she increased her bobbing. When I exploded, she sucked me dry, then continued to nurse on me until I was too sensitive to take any more. I pulled her up to me and kissed her, faintly tasting myself on her lips.

Adara made me coffee that morning, using the technique we'd worked out of putting the grounds in a tied piece of cloth, and letting it steep in water we'd boiled. I had to admit that Adara's coffee was better than mine. I sat out on the steps as I usually did in the morning; Adara stayed inside and relived her night with the other women. I smiled at all the laughing and giggling going on in the kitchen.

The day after my wedding night with Adara passed as any other. I always had plenty of work to do around the farm. We all did for that matter. Besides doing much of the grunt labor, I also had to perform all the maintenance around the place. I had finally worked through the backlog of needed repairs that built up in Hassan's absence. The main item on the farm that required a lot of maintenance was the greenhouses. In fact, 'greenhouse' may not even be the correct nomenclature for the structures. The buildings were frameworks of tubular plastic and metal pipes covered with thick clear plastic. Hassan had dozens of rolls of the 10 mil thick plastic stored in the equipment building. The greenhouses mostly protected the plants from the harsh desert wind. The greenhouses weren't that much hotter than the desert itself during most of the day.

On the outside of the greenhouses, a plastic gutter system collected rainwater and dew run-off, and directed the water into cistern wells that were used to water the garden between the houses. Even with the artesian well, every drop of water that could be squeezed out of the air was captured and used. I estimated that it wouldn't take much more than ten inches of rainfall a year to make the greenhouses self-supporting. One reason why so little rain was required had to do with the large surface area of the greenhouse roofs, they collected a huge amount of water when it rained. Another reason was the miserly drip irrigation system that delivered water directly to each plant instead of spraying water around haphazardly. So anyway, it required some effort to keep the system functioning.

I was making my daily inspection of the drip system that morning, when Jamilah joined me. I gave her a hug and she surprised me with a hot kiss. When I drew my head back and looked at her questioningly, she smiled and started talking.

"Neeko, I have never seen my daughter as happy as she is this morning. You have no idea how immeasurably you have changed her life. It is as if everything bad that has ever happened to her suddenly disappeared."

I decided then to take Jamilah into my confidence on something I'd been thinking about regarding Adara.

"She is a wonderful young woman. You did a fine job raising her. Jamilah, I have examined her foot and ankle a few times, and although I can't be sure without x-rays, I think with surgery it could be restored almost good as new. Hassan should be fed to dogs for not getting her the proper care when she was a child. Such cruelty to children makes him the worst kind of despicable. When I return from the States, I intend on finding a way to get her to a hospital. The doctors can determine if surgery is possible and perform it if it is."

I didn't expect Jamilah to break down and cry at what I said, but that's what happened. I held her until she regained her composure, then swore her to secrecy about the matter. I did not want to get Adara's hopes up before she was even evaluated. Jamilah surprised me again by leaning back in my arms and telling me she loved me, something that she had never said before. I liked it, and made her promise to tell me that whenever the mood struck her. She laughed, kissed my cheek and went back to the house.

I guess it was my day for mothers, because Basheera pulled me aside for a talk during our afternoon break.

"Tonight we will write the Mur (wedding contract) for you and Kalila. She is ready and does not wish to wait any longer."

I nodded my head in understanding. I was beyond worrying about all this marriage stuff. Basheera had a handle on how things should be, and she was doing an excellent job.

"Whatever you say sit al-beyt(lady of her home)," I said.

Basheera was the lady of the house, no question about it. She was the glue that held us all together. I deferred to her judgment ninety percent of the time. I think my faith in her abilities actually made her even more efficient, because she had the freedom to act in our best interest without someone slapping her down for it. Basheera was also changing as a person, now that I was taking some of the burden from her shoulders. She actually had a sweet disposition, unless she was riled up. But man, if she was pissed off, it was time to head for the hills.

"Thank you, Habib," she said laying her hand on my cheek. "I am very proud that my daughters will be your wives. You are a good man, something that has been missing from all of our lives."

I started to head downstairs, but Basheera stopped me.

"Do not go to your room until after you bathe tonight, we are preparing a surprise for you."

I shrugged and said no problem. It was cooler in the basement, but I wasn't going to mess up the women's fun. Yeah, I missed air conditioning. I also missed rock and roll and red meat. When I thought of rock and roll, I had one of those Homer Simpson moments, you know - duh-oh. I asked Basheera if they had a radio. She shook her head no.

"Hassan forbade it. There is a radio in the small truck, but he disabled it."

What a gem that Hassan was, eh? I headed out to the equipment shed to check out the Land Cruiser. In the time I'd been there, it had sat forlornly covered by a tarp. The Toyota did have a radio, one of those AM/FM/short wave jobs that were popular in Europe. I went down to the room under the shed and grabbed the Land Cruiser's keys. Basheera said the truck was broken but I thought there might be some juice in the battery. I stuck the key in the ignition and turned it to accessory. Nothing happened, the battery must be stone cold dead. I popped the hood with the thought of maybe bringing around the Zil and slaving off its battery.

I grinned big when I raised the hood and looked under it. Old sneaky assed Hassan had disconnected the positive battery cable and told Basheera the engine was dead so that no one would use it. I still had to jump start the Toyota after I reconnected the battery. It took me about half an hour to get the Toyota running and the radio functioning. Hassan had simply removed the fuse that fed the radio. Once the Land Cruiser was running, I managed to find two of the things I missed. The Cruiser had air conditioning and AFRTN (Armed Forces Radio and Television Network) was playing Southern Rock. I listened to a couple of songs before I regrettably switched to the short wave and caught part of the world news from the BBC.

The news hadn't changed much in the nearly two months I'd been gone. IMDs (Improvise Munitions, i.e.: roadside bombs) were still killing people; oil prices were through the roof; and public opinion about the war was growing increasingly negative. With the BBC's ultra-liberal slant, I guess you couldn't expect to hear anything different. Of course, the news on AFRTN was just the opposite, with Rumsfeld pooh-poohing critics as if we were days away from marching home victorious. I also listened to the sports, hoping for some NASCAR news, but all they talked about was cricket. How the hell does that cricket game work anyway? And how badly did Bangladesh suck in losing to Australia 225 for 4 to 104 for 3?

I walked into the house and handed the keys to Basheera.

"All fixed honey, Super Husband strikes again," I said.

Fixing the Toyota made me golden for the rest of the day. The women couldn't wait to head in to town for market the next day. I guess I'd have been happy too, if I was one of the women who had to ride in the back of the Zil. I was sitting in the front room eating from a bowl of cut melon, when Basheera convened the contract negotiations. It surprised me that she seemed to think that I needed some sort of special contract with Kalila. When I mentioned it, she said that the first wedding contract for woman had to be blessed by an imam, so it had to be more formal and specific. The contracts for Fatima and Tahani were their second and only required filing at the mosque. Adara, less religious than Basheera, didn't want to go through the meeting with the imam. She said our contract was between us and that's the way she wanted it to stay.

By the time everything was written out and witnessed, it was almost dark. I didn't really like some provisions of the contract, especially the provision that Kalila had to stay with me ten years to get all of the money I promised. Basheera said it was a formality that would look odd to the imam if it weren't included. I agreed with the caveat that we have a different side agreement, also in writing, waiving that provision. During the whole proceedings, Kalila just looked at me in awe.

"Tomorrow, Kalila and I will go to the imam and have him sign this and register your marriage at the mosque. Tomorrow night will be your wedding night and you can consummate your marriage," Basheera said.

We hung out and gabbed for a while, the women were fascinated with my stories about my home in Florida. They couldn't even imagine the idea of boating on a lake or surfing in the ocean. When it was time to shower, Jamilah took my hand and led me to the bathroom. I was surprised to find a chair in the center of the room. Jamilah sat me in the chair and expertly trimmed my hair and beard, using a small electric clipper. Electricity was a spotty proposition at the farm, with frequent outages. I checked her work in the small mirror above the sink. She had done an excellent job. My curly hair and beard gave me a very Middle-Eastern look.

Jamilah also insisted on washing my hair in the shower, but would not let me return the favor. All the women washed their hair in the morning so that it could dry in the sun. Jamilah lit a candle at the top of the darkened basement stairs. I was still using the small basement room, because it made it easier for me to hide or escape if necessary. Besides, like I said, it was much cooler down there. I received my surprise from the women when I reached the bottom of the stairs. The women had spent the day transforming the main part of the basement into a room for me, I had a table with two chairs, plenty of pillows to sit on and most important, three of my wives were already there. They had even managed to scrounge up a lamp with a dark shade that softly illuminated the room.

Fatima, Tahani and Adara were sitting on the cushions talking, but half a dozen sleeping pallets were formed together in the center of the room. I said hi to them in passing, as Jamilah practically dragged me to my old room. A couple of candles lit the room and my old sleeping pallet was still against the wall. Jamilah closed the door and leaned back against it, the brown in her eyes glittered like amber as she looked at me.

"I need you very badly tonight, my husband. I have ached for you all the day."

She wasn't kidding either. By the time we finished an hour or so later, she had soaked my pallet, dug furrows in my back and chewed half a dozen holes in my pillow, stifling her screams. She cleaned us up and we went back out into the big room. The other women were studiously avoiding looking at her as she slipped up the steps. I made myself comfortable on the pushed together pallets and the three women all joined me. We all wriggled around and found the positions we wanted. Sleeping with my wives was not as good as I had envisioned it; it was way better.
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