Chapter 11

Posted: August 26, 2006 - 10:45:52 am?

I woke up to the pleasant sensation of two women pressed tight against me, one on each side. Adara was curled up with her butt against my hip, while Tahani was on the other side of me, draped halfway across my chest. Fatima was on the other side of Tahani, facing away from us. Tahani had her hand inside my boxers, her long slender fingers wrapped around my morning wood. When I moved my head and kissed her forehead, she gasped and snatched her hand out of my shorts.

"I'm sorry, Neeko, I did not mean to wake you," she whispered.

"It is not a problem, Tahani, your hand felt very good, but if you continue we will have an audience when I ravish your nubile sexy body," I whispered back.

She shivered, but didn't say anything. I lay there holding her until nature called. It was a trick sliding off the foot of the pallet but I managed it without awaking Fatima or Adara. I went upstairs and took care of my morning routine. When I went back downstairs to finish dressing, all three wives were up and stirring around. They had already stacked the pallets in a corner and straightened up the room. I gave each of them a good-morning hug and patted Tahani on the ass just for a little revenge. She blushed scarlet, as Adara giggled at her.

"Neeko, some strange sounds were coming from your harem room last night," Adara said playfully.

"Yes, your mother was very vocal when she made her points as we talked."

That cracked all three of them up. I wasn't paying them much attention though, because I was stuck on the harem room idea. It appeared that my former cell was going to continue to be where my wives and I made love, because it had a door for privacy. If that was the case, I wanted it to be a real purdah (residence of the royal harem). Maybe we could fix it up and find a bigger mattress for the floor. I would run the idea by Basheera this morning before they headed to town.

I brought the idea of a purdah up at breakfast. All of my wives perked up at the mention of a very nice room for our lovemaking. Even Zahrah looked intrigued, and she never seemed that interested in anything.

"So, Neeko, you want to be a sultan, do you," Jamilah teased.

I shook my head. "No, I'm already richer than a Sultan because my wives are so beautiful."

Hey, heartfelt compliments are never corny to women; I received seven very sweet kisses to prove it. Basheera said they would shop for accoutrements for the small room and decorate it before I spent the night with Kalila. The excited women shot out of the house shortly after seven. Well, five of them shot out of the house, Tahani and Adara stayed home with me.

That day was my introduction to the art of shoveling chicken manure. I had heard that chicken manure was rich in nitrogen and made an excellent natural fertilizer. What a fun job that is; it sure brought Sultan Nick back to reality. As soon as I slipped the shovel under the pile of guano it stirred up an overwhelming stench. I instantly understood all those references to chicken-shit jobs. I stuck with it though, shoveling the manure into a wheelbarrow and spreading it on a new garden I'd tilled yesterday. Tahani helped me out by bringing me a bandana soaked in water to tie across my face. I looked as if I was ready to rob a stagecoach, but it worked fairly well to block out the stink.

After spreading all the manure that had accumulated under the roost in the chicken house, I brought out the tiller and tilled the crap into the soil. I finished right before noon and headed for the house. I needed a shower in the worst way. I policed up Tahani and Adara on my way to the house. They had been busy transplanting jalapeno pepper seedlings from the containers we grew them in to some beds I prepared among the melon vines. I had heard that peppers grown in an arid climate developed a lot of heat, and I loved spicy foods. To my surprise, the women told me that I would find a ready market for them in town. Man, if that were the case, I was going to find a source of habanero seeds and give the townspeople something to talk about.

I was just starting to turn on the shower when Tahani and Adara both came into the bathroom. You could have knocked me over with a feather when they stripped and joined me under the water. They both giggled as Adara soaped up a rag and washed my back, while Tahani's soapy hands grabbed my Johnson.

"Neeko, we have a question for you," Tahani said.

I looked at her, my eyebrow cocked.

"We wondered if you would mind if we share you on our nights with you? If we could do that, we would get twice as much time together with you."

"Do you think you would feel comfortable while I was with the other of you?" I asked in reply.

"Why would we feel uncomfortable? We know you do the same with your other wives; it is your duty as husband. Being in the same room would not be much different than being outside like we were last night when Jamilah was screaming like a dervish."

I looked over at Adara when Tahani said that. Adara gave me a wide-eyed nod of concurrence.

"I would not like to be in the same room with every wife, but with Tahani I would not mind. I think Tahani and I think about things differently than the other women right now, because for us, everything is so new and exciting."

I had no objections to their plan, but I thought a little test was in order first.

"If you are both sure, then I agree. As a matter of fact, why don't we start now, since we have the house to ourselves?"

If I thought that pushing them would end their bravado, I had another thought coming. They smiled in delight then shooed me out of the bathroom so they could shave what I thought was already incredibly smooth skin. I slipped on my boxers and bolted to the basement. I wanted to get things set up before they arrived. I turned on the lamp, moving the shade so the light bounced of the wall and then spread out three of the pallets. I brought some of the big pillows over to the bed and waited for the wives. They only kept me cooling my heels for fifteen minutes before they slinked down the stairs in the ubiquitous satin slips I was growing to love.

I've already told you that Tahani liked sex a whole lot and she was also adventurous in bed. That Adara seemed to be cut from the same cloth was a very exciting prospect. I patted the pallet and they both sat down, one on either side of me. This was only my second threesome; the other had been a brief one-night fling with two Scandinavian girls I met on Majorca. I needed to see what limits the women would place on our coupling.

"You know, with the three of us involved together, it will be inevitable for you two to have to be intimate with each other. Will that cause any problems?" I asked.

The women shared a look and both shook their heads.

"Neeko, everything you have showed us has been wondrous, so we trust you that this will be too. Show us what to do, if it is not enjoyable we can stop, no?"

I nodded. "We will stop if it is not good for all of us, that is the way it has to be. Do not feel pressure to just please me because I will only truly be pleased if you are enjoying yourselves. Remember that what we do together is our business, if we find pleasure in each other, good for us. Let yourselves go this one time and if you don't like it, we will never mention it again, OK?"

They both nodded enthusiastically.

I turned to Tahani and kissed her, she melted into my arms, kissing me back with surprising passion. I guess our little talk had her motor running. When I turned to Adara she was even hotter. She moaned into my mouth as I cupped her breast. I broke the kiss and whispered in her ear.

"Are you still sore, Little One?" I asked.

She whispered back, "Yes, on the inside it pains me some."

"Then help me get Tahani undressed and we will start with her. Later, I will kiss you little faraj and try to make it better."

Adara shivered and nodded emphatically, her eyes aglitter. I moved onto the other side of Tahani, so that she was between Adara and me, then I gently pushed her down on her back.

"Close your eyes, Tahani, and enjoy the feelings, if you get uncomfortable tell me to stop and we will."

She nodded her acceptance and closed her eyes. I motioned for Adara to do the same thing as me then I lightly started stroking Tahani's face and neck. When Adara tentatively started doing the same thing, I gave her an encouraging smile. As Adara watched me, I became bolder, lightly stroking Tahani's neck, down to the top of her breasts. When I saw Adara was following my lead, I started planting soft licking kisses where my hands had just been. Adara grinned and followed suit. It was easy to tell that Tahani wasn't objecting to anything we were doing, her moans and sighs made that obvious.

Adara and I were an effective team as we marched down Tahani's body. It only took Tahani minutes to reach a shattering climax when I buried my face between her thighs. We were all about gentle kisses and light touches, as Tahani wound down. As soon as her breathing calmed, I positioned Adara on her back, so Tahani and I could work her over. Adara's largish, firm breasts fascinated Tahani, so she stayed attached to them while I went down on my youngest wife. Tahani delighted in all the squealing and whooping that Adara did when she came. I think Adara was as surprised as me, when Tahani grabbed her face and kissed her passionately as she was coming.

Adara wanted to watch me make love to Tahani but I nixed the idea.

"We aren't going to do that until you can join in, Adara. Today I think it will be all with our hands and lips."

My wives were up to the task, as they gave me the same treatment each of them received. A twin blowjob was a new experience for me and I enjoyed it immensely. Tahani and Adara were smugly pleased with themselves, as they snuggled up with me for a short nap.

We slept for an hour or so then set about the tasks Basheera had assigned the three of us. Basheera wanted the small room that had been my cell emptied and cleaned. The basement had been carved into the sandstone bedrock. The walls were smooth, cool stone that had been white washed. The floor was poured concrete as was the rest of the house, and painted a dark burgundy color. The paint was worn thin in places, but the room actually looked nice all cleaned up. I especially liked the niches cut into the stone on the walls left and right of the door. One niche held my limited wardrobe, while the other had a washbasin, soap, washcloths, towels and a bucket of clean water.

The other wives arrived home at four in the afternoon. Basheera nodded with approval at the cleaned up and cleaned out cell. I was exiled to the greenhouses to work on my latest project, while the women were up to whatever in the house. I didn't even get a glance at my newest wife before I was evicted. My new idea for the greenhouse was a mister system similar to the ones I'd seen in the southwest. I knew they increased humidity while using very little water. I was testing a piece of PVC pipe in which I had painstakingly bored needle-sized holes every two inches. I needed to know how much water the mister required versus how much good it would do the plants.

It was nearly seven in the evening when Jamilah came out to get me.

"Neeko, come inside, it is time for your bath," she said.

We walked to the house, holding hands as I told her about my mister idea. I knew it was not very logical but I thought that the plants being misted would grow faster, because, to me, plants always grew faster when they were rained on. It wasn't the most scientific argument I'd ever put forth, but Jamilah thought it was at least worth a try.

I knew something was up, because I was showering before supper. I did not question anything, however, because I knew that the wives always had my best interest at heart. Gracie Gleason once told me that when someone truly loved you, they woke up in the morning wondering what they could do to make you happy that day. She said making someone you loved happy, made you happy too. I knew now exactly what she meant by that; and I also knew that this little farm in the middle of the desert was a very happy place for all of us.

I took my shower alone that evening. I have to admit that I was much more nervous about this particular wedding night. I mean, Adara kind of sprung it on me, and she was very ready to lose her virginity, when we got down to doing the deed. Plus Adara and I had a history, and she had an agenda. Adara had peeked at her mother and I making love, and vowed she was going to have the same. Kalila and I loved each other, but she was so inexperienced and shy, that even the small kisses we had shared embarrassed her. I was going to be extremely careful with Kalila, to make sure her wedding night was something she could look back on with pleasure.

I wandered into the front room after my shower, but no one was there. I detoured down the basement stairs and found everyone but Basheera and Kalila sitting around waiting on me. Laughing and giggling, they dressed me in their version of what a sultan should wear on his wedding night. I appreciated their efforts, even if I felt like the doorman at a gay bar by the time they finished with me. My get up was a ruffled white shirt, voluminous burgundy pants and a pair of black slippers turned up at the toes.

"Umm, Jamilah, where did you find these clothes?" I asked.

"One of the stalls at the market had them. The vendor said they were part of the costumes from a movie about Sultan Mehmed II, the most important of the Ottoman Sultans. Your harem comment led me to realize that our situation is much like the Ottoman Royal Harem. You have your four Hasseki Kadin, (official wives) and you have three odalik (favorite concubines). Of course, Sultan Mehmed had eight odalik, so I guess we are depriving you," she teased.

Before I could respond to that, Jamilah laughed and pushed me towards the closed door of my old cell.

"Your bride awaits you, Neeko."

I smiled at my wonderful wives, told them I loved them, then opened the door. I stopped in slack jawed amazement at the transformation of the small room. They had worked a miracle in there in only a few hours. The floor was covered with a rich wool rug in red and blue, the walls were draped in thin, gauzy material, and what appeared to be a king-sized mattress dominated the wall that had the eyebolts and shackles. A couple of large pillows, one red, and one blue sat on either side of a small low table. A platter of sliced fresh fruit rested on the center of the table. Half a dozen candles sitting in the niches provided a golden flickering light.

Basheera and Kalila were sitting on the bed, holding hands and talking quietly when I walked in. Kalila appeared nervous and Basheera seemed to be trying to calm her. When I walked in, Basheera stood up and pulled Kalila to her feet. She put Kalila's hand in mine, kissed us both on the cheek and slipped out the door without a word.

I didn't much notice Basheera leaving, truth be told, because I couldn't tear my eyes away from Kalila. Kalila was the tallest of the Hassan women at five-ten. She was very slender, which made her look even taller. I don't think she weighed an ounce over one hundred and fifteen pounds. She was a strikingly attractive woman, with a strong-featured face and eyes like large, inky pools. Her hair was long, thick and lustrously black. Her exotic looks and slinky body were super model caliber. She was wearing a diaphanous gown of some lacy material that reached to the floor.

I took her hand and seated her at the table.

"You are beautiful, My Wife. I must be in heaven because I am in the presence of a Houri (one of the dark-eyed virgins of perfect beauty believed to live with the blessed in Paradise)," I said.

Kalila blushed prettily and dipped her head down.

"Thank you, husband, your words are sweet. I wish that I were not so skinny and unwomanly of figure for you," she said.

I reassured her that she was woman enough for me, as we sat and nibbled the fruit. I tried to relax her by asking her about her dreams of the future. I was surprised to learn that she had wanted to be a nurse since she was a child. She had done well in school, but Hassan had forbidden her to attend once she turned fifteen. Since then, she had studied with Adara, who was being home schooled by Jamilah. Her smile lit up the room when I told her that I would tutor her in nursing skills any time she wanted. Her ambition actually added impetus to something I'd been considering anyway. After all, I was probably as close to a doctor as lived within fifty miles of here, so why not practice my craft at least part time when I came back?

I spoke to Kalila about my plan for a small clinic either here at the farm or in the village ten miles away. She was genuinely excited about the idea of being my nurse. We spoke of other things as well, the farm, her feelings about her father's betrayal and her sister, Zahrah. It was from Kalila I learned that Zahrah was ambivalent about marriage to me. Zahrah was torn between her affection for me and a desire to experience more of life than the desert offered. I could understand how she felt I guess and it certainly didn't bother me all that much. When I asked Kalila if she felt the same way, she was emphatic in her denial.

"No, Neeko, I want to be your wife very much. But I have so little to offer, I am afraid you will be disappointed in me."

I led her to the new bed and spent the next two hours proving her wrong. The new bed was actually a real mattress, it was firm, with just enough yield to make it perfect for sex. I started slow, determined to make the night everything Kalila had dreamed. Kalila was inexperienced and body shy but she overcame both those handicaps fairly quickly as I worked on her. She tried to cover her breasts with her hands when I pulled her gown down. I pulled them away and held them in one hand, as I looked her over. Her breasts were tiny, but her nipples were large and swollen. She gasped when I took one of her plump nipples into my mouth. I experimented with different pressures as I nibbled her with my teeth. Her breast might have been small, but her nipples were very sensitive, the firmer I bit them the louder she moaned.

I still had her hands immobilized above her head as I ravished her nipples. She helped all she could by pushing them against my mouth. I suddenly had an idea that came to me as I chewed on her nipples. Kalila seemed to like it when I took charge. Her response when I pinned her hands clued me in that she might be naturally submissive. I let go of her and moved over to one of the cushions. Kalila looked stricken.

"I knew you would not like my skinny body," she said on the verge of tears.

"I love your slender body and want to see more of it. Stand up," I ordered.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then rose gracefully to her feet. Her arms were at her side, and her eyes were downcast, but I could see the excitement in them.

"Remove the gown," I commanded in my best sultan imitation.

Her eyes snapped up at me and she gave a little shudder. She released her grip on the gown and it slid down her body to pool around her feet. She stepped out of the ring of lace, and stood there, her eyes once again on the floor. I told her to raise her head and stand proudly for me. She complied quickly, blushing as I made a production of looking her over. She was slim, no question about it, but she was well proportioned. Her shoulders were narrow and her torso didn't taper as Adara's did, but her legs were a mile long and shapely, even though slender. I motioned with my finger for her to turn around. She blushed even more, but pivoted on the balls of her feet. Her jet-black hair hung to her waist, accenting her hard little ass. Her hips were boyishly narrow but her butt jutted out perkily. Her legs were the longest I'd ever seen in person. In a pair of high heels she would stop traffic.

"You are very beautiful, my wife, I love your long sleek body, it reminds me of a tawny jungle cat. I will expect you to be naked for me like this often, because I am going to use you hard and long anytime I want."

My little speech had its desired effect, as she gave a slight shiver. She was unconsciously squeezing her thighs together as my words alone heated her up. I got up and positioned her on her back on the mattress. I had her reach up and hold onto the shackles telling her not to let them go as I kissed my way down her body. Kalila's body responded positively to what I did to her, and like Jamilah, she had her orgasms in bunches. It was while I was between her thighs with my tongue, that Kalila showed me her amazing flexibility, by doing almost a full split with her legs.

Kalila was huffing through her third orgasm when I rolled on a rubber and set my dick at the entrance to her vagina. Careful exploration with my fingers let me know she still had a partially intact hymen. I eased forward until I bumped it, then when Kalila nodded her head excitedly, I shot my hips forward. Ridding Kalila of her cherry was not the chore that it had been with Adara. Her hymen barely slowed me down, as I was over halfway in her with the one stroke. She didn't even whimper when I broke through her barrier, although she did flinch slightly. I held still and asked if she was okay, when she said she was, I started slowly working myself into her. I bottomed out in only a few strokes.

I stayed perfectly still, propped on my extended arms above her until she started moving her hips against me. Kalila's tunnel was very accommodating and she didn't seem to have any residual pain from losing her virginity, so we were soon off to the races. Kalila was built for speed and not for comfort, in only a couple of minutes, we were going at it like crazed weasels. I pulled her long legs over my shoulders to get a better angle; doing that lifted her little butt off the ground and she started whipping it around in counterpoint to my thrusts. We went at it as if it were an Olympic event for about ten minutes. When I finally came in her, she was churning through about her fourth strong climax.

I have always been proud of being in good physical condition, in my life before I had run and lifted weights almost every day. Kalila severely tested my stamina that night, by the time I came in the second rubber I was winded and tired. Thank goodness she had finally run out of steam too. I rolled off her and tried to catch my breath; Kalila turned on her side and snuggled up against me.

"You are an amazing lover," I told her when my breathing slowed down.

She smiled at that. "Then you are not disappointed that I am skinny and have no breasts?" she asked.

"Not a bit, you are perfect, just as an angel should be," I replied, referring to the houri symbolism again.

I had a happy wife wrapped around me like a boa constrictor, as soon as the words were out of my mouth.

"I can't wait until next time, Neeko, that was so wonderful."

"Get the key to the shackle from your mother, because next time you will be chained to the wall when I take you," I said.

She made a small noise and squeezed me even tighter. "As you wish, My Husband," she said demurely.

Needless to say, I was a happy camper as I puttered in the green house the next morning. Fatima and Kalila were helping me make the connections for my mister experiment. We were laughing and teasing each other, so we didn't hear the door of the greenhouse open and close. The first indication we had that we weren't alone was when a strange, angry voice sounded behind us.

"What goes on here?" the voice demanded.

The three of us spun around in surprise. Kalila gasped and Fatima sobbed at the sight of an enraged Abu Bakr al Hassan, seemingly back from the dead.
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