I was born in what Americans call a middle eastern country. In that country, marriages are often arranged. Mine was arranged when I was three years old. I was to be married to a wealthy middle aged gentleman when I was seven. On my wedding night he was to take my virginity. My mother had explained as well as she could what this would entail. I was terrified at the prospect. Her description of the process frightening.

On my wedding day, which was really a three day event, I was nervous and scared as you can imagine. I had never met my husband to be. But I was told he was 57 years old and fat and bald and had a long grey beard. His description made him seem like the American Santa Claus. When all the ceremonies and celebration was over, my bags were all packed and I was put into the back of a huge Mercedes limo. There I was in my wedding finery, not white like in America but multi colored with all kinds of gold jewelry festooned around me and of course my veil. Here we were together alone in the back of the car and I was so scared I thought I was going to loose control of my bodily functions and afraid of how he would react if I did. He reached over and gently took my hand in his and told me not to worry and that nothing bad was going to happen to me. Perhaps he saw the worry in my face.

The drive was long, about three hours and despite me nervousness and fears I fell asleep with him holding my hand. Finally we got to his home. It was in a rural area of our country. It was what Americans would call a compound. It was huge. Outside, due to the arid climate, the area was like a desert. But inside it was a lush tropical oasis. There was a pond with fish and turtles in it. There was lush grass and landscaping everywhere. There were statues and fountains and little water falls all around. Palm and ficus trees provided shade. There were even parrots of every color of the rainbow. It seemed like a man made paradise. I was greeted by his first wife who he was still married to. She was an elderly woman who was about twenty years older than my new husband. She took me inside and gave me a tour of the home which seemed like a palace to me. Finally she took me to a newly built wing of the home. She told me this was my wing. The entrance had a huge ornate double door with hand carved relief of Disney characters from various Disney cartoons. Inside was a large room. I was told this was my outer chamber. It was like a princess's drawing room. There were three large TV's and the biggest sofa I had ever seen and upholstered in pink silk satin with dozens of matching pillows. The next room was my bedroom which was even bigger. there was a huge bed, bigger than any I had ever seen. It had four ornate carved posts and a big pink silk satin canopy trimmed in lace. It, like the sofa was covered with matching pillows and also had pink silk satin sheets. There was ornate furniture with matching upholstery all over the room and more televisions with video games. The next room I was told was my play room. It was about the same size as the outer drawing room and was filled with every toy I had ever heard of or seen before and many I had not imagined existed. There was stuffed animals all over the place and SEVEN huge televisions, bigger than any of the ones in the other rooms and multiple game consoles. There were also hundreds of dolls of every kind I could have imagined. Back through the bedroom was the wash room. It had giant mirrors, pink marble counters, sinks, walls and floor. There was a pink marble bathtub with multiple gilt faucets. No need for a shower curtain, the floor was slightly slanted with a drain in the corner. I could spray water anywhere and it would just flow down the drain in the floor. The next room had a pink marble toilet and matching bidet but smaller than normal perfect child size. Then I was brought back out and was shown my closet. The closet was the smallest room in my wing but it was five times the size of my old bedroom that I shared with three sisters. All my clothes were already out of my bags and put away but I hardly noticed since there was hundreds of outfits, dresses etc in my size already there. I was told they didn't know what I'd like so they bought everything and I could just pick out whatever I liked to wear and if I saw something I really didn't like I could just toss it in the trash. Connected to my closet was a dressing room where a woman would dress me and do my hair and make-up. In that part of the world, young girls, even babies wear make-up but it isn't really the same as the way American women do theirs. It is much more subtle.

Then I was brought to my husband's bedroom. This is what I had feared. It was time to lose my virginity. He gently removed my clothes. I was very embarrassed and frightened. The only thing that would have scared me more was to be brought to a place to be beheaded or stoned to death for being disobedient to my husband so I submitted. That is what it means to be Muslim, to submit. The word Islam means submission.

So I lay there in his huge bed waiting for the agony to begin. But it didn't happen that way. He softly told me I was the most beautiful woman in the world far more beautiful than any of the orchards in his gardens and they were the most beautiful flowers I had ever seen. Then he asked me for my permission to kiss me between my legs. What could I say so I gave it. Then he gently kissed my little pussy lips. I was a little confused but he continued and started using his tongue and just licked me up and down very slowly and gently. It felt amazing. I began to relax and not worry as much. It was a wonderful soothing sensation. But I became so relaxed that I felt like I needed to pee. So I warned my husband that I had to pee and he laughed and told me to pee away. He sealed his lips around my peehole and continued licking me. I relaxed and peed, in his mouth and he just kept licking me and drank my pee. I was shocked and felt like I had just done the naughtiest and dirtiest and most sinful thing in the world that any girl could do to her husband and he had just let me, in fact he told me to do it. There are a few very tabboo things that Muslims just don't do. There are bodily functions that are considered the worst you could do in front of another human being let along allow them to participate in some way. Peeing is one of them and to have someone lick you in that dirty place and like it and let you know you could do that, well it was the ultimate bad thing I could do to my husband and he had invited me to do it. And he liked it. After he was done licking my body clean he kissed me right on my clit and said to me that one day, when I was older and wanted to, IF I wanted to, he would take my virginity but he said he would probably be very old and elderly and unable to do so when I felt I was old enough and would be happy to let my next husband have the honor. As for him, he was happy to satisfy his needs by licking me there for hours at a time almost every day. That is exactly what he did.

Five years later I was 12 years old and started to feel uncontrollably horny. I had for a while been playing with my husband's penis. I liked it. It was a nice big penis but had for some time been too big to fit inside me or so I thought. But I was so horny that day I lost all fear and asked, begged my husband to take my virginity. He asked if I was sure and I growled at him yelling obscenities at him and demanded his cock as my right as his wife and so he got behind me and like two beasts we fucked. He fucked me and I fucked him back while rubbing my clit hard with one hand and pinching and pulling on my newly developing tits. He fucked me hard and came inside me. I was 12 and he was sixty two and I had been in love with him since our wedding night.

When I was 13 his first wife died. He held a funeral that was far more elaborate than most men gave their dead wives. I had grown to love the woman. She was like a kindly grandmother. She taught me to run and manage the kitchen and the rest of the household to prepare me to take over the role of household manager. She taught me some tricks that would bring sexual pleasure to our husband. She also told me how when she was thirty two she had been married to our husband who was ten at the time and how she took his virginity on their wedding night and how she taught him how to be a man in every way. She told me about his second wife who was an orphan and 14 and had cancer and had no money for treatment and he married her and took her in and had a wing built for her that was like a mini hospital and how he had taken her virginity at her request because she didn't want to die a virgin. She lived for five years before the cancer killed her. After she died he had her wing torn down and put in it's place a little garden with a fountain in the middle that was carved in her likeness. She loved roses so there are hundreds of roses in the garden and one bench where he sits sometimes for hours.

When I was fourteen I gave birth to our first son, his first son. His first wife had been unable to have children and his second wife was too sick. I gave him a second son and a daughter before I turned 18. He built a wing onto the house for each. As for my wing, even though I spent a lot of time in it even until his death, I spent most of my nights in his bed, not because he forced me to but because I loved to cuddle up with him and after a few years I got so it was difficult to sleep without him spooning me with his enormous cock tucked between my thighs.

When I was 22 and he was 72, he died. He had a heart attack while fucking me one night and he spent the next three weeks in the hospital but finally, despite over a million dollars in medical care, he died. We buried him in the family plot behind our home.

My husband had derived all his wealth from his first wife. She had in her earlier life been married to a wealthy government official. I in turn inherited all of my husband's wealth. He had decided not to marry any more wives, he said three was enough and the last was the perfect wife so there was no need for another. I love cock so I found a nice younger man to marry. He comes from a very poor family and I had a wing built just for him like my husband had for me. I married him one year after my first husband died. My second husband was 12 at the time. His mother was a friend of my mothers. I told my mother to show him a photo of me in a bikini and ask him if he'd like to be married to her and he said yes and I placed the condition that he must be obedient to me in all ways until he turned 25 and then I would spend the rest of my life as his slave. Also my first three children live out their lives with a normal relationship with me. He agreed to my terms and so I have spent the last four years training him to be a proper husband. He even loves drinking my pee while I fuck his face.

We have relocated to America. I wanted to live here since I was a little girl. My husband is 16 now so we can remain legally married here. He has become obsessed with being my BDSM sex slave and has developed a delightful ass worshiping fetish. He just can't get enough of his wife's asshole. My oldest son is now 13, my daughter is 11 and my second son is 9. My youngest son is the son of my second husband and he is now two. Back in my old country adoption isn't a thing. If you like someone who is an orphan you marry them. If you are a male you can marry several if you are wealthy enough. But we women are only permitted one husband at a time. My husband is quite beautiful. He has long black wavy hair that I just love to feel on my face as he fucks me. He has the most beautiful eyes and the most kissable lips and I am absolutely in love with him. And he has been growing into the most wonderful body. He is still smaller than me but his father is quite tall so I would imagine he will have his final growth spurt soon and will tower over me one day. His cock certainly has had some growth spurts in the last few years. It was quite small the first time he fucked me with it when he was twelve. I had gotten used to my first husband's cock but it was till pleasant to play with and he never complained about me being too loose on him. But now it's nearly ten inches long and still growing and that will make it bigger than my first husband's cock.

I know some will say I come from a perverted country but it is really quite beautiful if the people who follow the traditions are nice people, just like with any other country.