| Hajar - Eldest Wife and Mistress, Chapter 1 Warning: If you're under 18 or it is illegal to read this, then don't--go elsewhere. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2011 Penelope, All rights reserved --- Hajar was aroused. She was always aroused in the morning. She did not know why. If she had been more educated she would have known that her testosterone levels are at their highest on awakening, and that the high testosterone level was responsible for her sex drive. For a woman Hajar had a lot of testosterone. She sometimes wondered if she were born a man in a woman's body. It had been a body that any belly dancer or houri from the Arabian nights would be proud of. Now at 47 she was thick around the middle and her once proud breasts sagged. Not that it mattered that she lost the beauty of her youth. Her husband Karim was in his 60s and only required pleasuring once a week, or less. Besides he had three other younger wives to take care of his occasional needs. Hajar lay in bed and used her fingers to stroke herself. She gripped her clitoris between the thumb and forefinger of one hand and pulled the skin back. Hajar's clitoris was huge. This was one reason she thought in some way she might be more male than female. She had never seen another even remotely as big as hers'. It was as long as her index finger from the knuckle; and as thick as her thumb. She pulled the skin back exposing the shiny head. Hajar stroked that with her other hand and felt the tension between her legs grow. While she pleasured herself in her bed, Hajar heard a noise coming from the adjacent room. It belonged to Zhara, the 14 year old youngest of her husband's four wives. Hajar called through the beaded curtain which divided their rooms. 'Zhara come here and pleasure me. Now! The young girl came rushing in. She was afraid of Hajar and would do nothing to displease or provoke her. When she entered the older woman's room she was greeted with the not unfamiliar site of Hajar lying naked on her bed, legs spread and both hands buried in the thick bush of her public hair. 'How can I serve you older sister?" Zarah inquired very submissively. Although in truth she knew because this scenario repeated itself nearly every morning. But formalities had to be observed. 'Get undressed and taste the nectar of my peach, Zarah. It is ripe and ready to burst.' The older woman told her. Zarah pulled her simple sleeping gown up and over her head. Her straight black hair felt to her shoulders tangled. The girl was slim, beautiful, and on the cusp adolescence and adulthood. Hajar once again congratulated herself on choosing this girl for her husband. For herself really, if the truth be told! Zarah was shorter than her, with a slim build, barely any breasts and buttocks which nearly resembled a boys'. Her skin was very dark, betraying some Nubian blood in her family. Her pubis displayed only a hint of dark hair covering her plump labia. The young girl placed herself on the bed between Hajar's legs and lowered her face to the woman's open sex. Hajar spread her legs wider and lifted her heels in the air to give the girl better access. Zhara marveled at the length and thickness of the clitoris displayed in front of her. It was nearly as big as a young boy's penis. She lowered her mouth to the unusual appendage and placed her lips on it. The full force of the smell of the older woman's arousal hit her senses immediately and the young girl felt herself begin to moisten between her legs. Zhara began to suck on the huge clitoris like she would suck on a small penis, pulling it into her mouth and using her tongue to caress the little round head. Hajar instinctively grasped a fistful of the younger woman's hair and pulled her close. Zhara had by now come to expect this rough treatment and was nonplussed. She increased the tempo of her sucking and used two fingers to penetrate the older woman's slippery wet hole. She crooked her fingers as one would do to beckon a waiter in a restaurant and used them to apply pressure to the roof of Hajar's ample vagina. The consequence of this was intense pressure on the woman's G-spot. Within minutes the senior wife was in the throes of a wild orgasm. She felt as if all the intense pressure in her womb was suddently relieved and a small jet of clear coloured liquid was expelled from her vagina and covered Zhara's hands and chest. The older woman pulled her young lover on top of her. She kissed and licked her own juices from the girl's face. Zhara kissed her back. Hajar rolled over so she was now on top of her and she forced the girl's legs apart so she could push between them. Her bushy pubis was pressed firmly against the young girl's open sex. She moved her hips so that her large clitoris was wedged inside Zhara's wet vulva. Large though her clitoris was, it was not a penis and therefore could barely penetrate her vagina. But for Hajar being able to bury the large and sensitive bud into the girls' moist and fleshy crevice was hugely stimulating. And Zhara herself derived nearly equal pleasure from the stiff little finger sliding up and down the most sensitive part of her body. As her arousal increased, Hajar's thrusting became wilder and rougher. Her fingers dug deep into Zhara's soft buttocks as she strove to push herself deeper. Her body slammed onto the younger, smaller girl. Soon she experienced her second orgasm of the morning. This time there was less ejaculate, only a few squirts slid out from between her lips and onto the bedcover. Zhara had her own pleasure and displayed this by uttering small birdlike cries as her tension was released. Her mind drifted off to a different place where she imagined she was with a young man, slim and beautiful, who was lying between her legs. Hajar rolled off the young girl and brought her back to reality. She stepped off the bed and pulled an old fashioned chamber pot from beneath it. The woman squatted over the enameled vessel and released a full hot stream of morning piss. Within minutes the whole room smelled of her urine. When the stream has depleted to a trickle and a few squirts, Hajar shook her bottom to rid herself of the last drops, wiped the rest with her hand and stood up. Zhara got up off the bed and picked up the pungent chamber-pot, and without being ordered, carried it out to the toilet to empty its contents. Hajar went to her closet and selected a blue full length gown to wear, and slipped it on over her head. As she was not planning to leave the compound that day and would only see family – she left her head uncovered. - to be continued - Please email if you have any suggestions or comments. |