My name is Hira. I was born in Cairo in 1985 and lived a comfortable upper-class life. My father had a big business and I was considered a good catch. I was very good-looking and I had finished high school. I couldn't find a good job and I wasn't academic. Just after my 18th birthday my mother told me that she had found a nice boy to be my husband. I told her that I was not really interested but she then went on to describe that he was 24, he was a graduate in engineering and had a good job and that his father was a very important general in the army.
We agreed to meet him and our families met over cups of tea and delicious cakes. I met Mohammed for a few moments with the whole group and then it was suggested that I go into another room and talk with him to see if I liked him. We talked for a while and then we came back in and everybody looked at us but I didn't say anything. I went outside to talk with Mohammed again for a long time and this time I decided that he would probably be a good husband. When we came back and announced our decision, there was much happiness.
My mother contacted his mother and told me there was a problem. His mother said that she was very happy for the wedding to go ahead but only on one condition - that I was a virgin. She wanted a certificate of virginity before the wedding. I resisted but finally I gave in. I didn't want somebody looking at my pussy.
My mother took me to an expensive clinic which specialised in doing this for the upper classes of Cairo. I went to the clinic and Dr Abbas who was a handsome young man came and talked to me. He asked me if I knew what was going to happen and I told him that I knew and that I wasn't very happy about it. He said he would have to examine me because he would have to give a certificate that I was still a virgin. I went into a little dressing cubicle and put on a blue gown and came back and he sat me down onto what I now know is a gyno chair. I had to lie down with my head down and my knees up and over some stirrups so that he could look directly where my bottom was. He asked me to open my lips and separate them very widely so that he could look into my vagina. He said that I was definitely a virgin which I already knew.
I asked him how come he was doing this without a nurse present and he replied, "Sometimes the ladies prefer to see me alone. You would be amazed at the number of young women who are about to get married and they have no idea what sex is all about. They weren't taught at school and their mothers won't tell them so when they get here they want to talk to me and they must feel embarrassed because they don't want the nurse to be here. They must trust me more than they trust nurses."
"Oh. Now I understand. Well I don't know much about sex either. I just know that my husband is going to push his penis into me and hopefully I will enjoy the experience. Is there something else I should know?"
"Actually a lot. Do you know what this is?"
"Is it what I think it is?"
"I am sure you know what it is."
"I last saw one when my little brother was six or seven. It was nothing that size. It was the size of my finger."
"Well they grow. Normally they are soft but they get hard like this when the husband is going to make love. This is average size."
"You mean he's going to push something like that into me?"
"Yes. That's why I am showing you. Many Egyptian wives become so frightened when they see their husband for the first time that they freeze up completely. So many Egyptian marriages fail because the wife develops vaginismus - she can't open up enough to let the husband enter her. Most Egyptian wives know nothing about sex before they are married. They teach you everything and nothing at high school. Your mothers won't talk to you."
"Well I never expected that. Are you serious? Is that really going to fit inside me? Are you sure?"
"Yes I am sure. Millions of Egyptian wives enjoy having their husband enter them every night but you have to know how. If you lie back in the chair I will show how to use this."
Dr Abbas pressed a switch and there was a buzzing noise. "You hold it and touch yourself just there."
Hira gave a reflexive start, "Wow." This was the highlight of Dr. Abbas' work. He loved to see virgin girls in his gyno chair being touched with a vibrator on their clitorises for the first time. Inside he was a pervert. He touched my clitoris with his finger briefly. I am sure he wanted to see my reaction. I am sure he does that with all the girls who come in.
"It's exactly the same shape and size as Mohammed is likely to be. I want you to just push it in just a little bit and then stop. I want you to see there is no problem in something that size pushing into you."
"You're right. It feels good too."
"That's enough for today. Tell Mohammed I want him to come and see me before the wedding so that I can make sure he knows what he's doing and I'll give him this thing - it's called a vibrator. Here's a little book you will find handy."
A week later. "Ah Mohammad, I'm so glad you came."
"Hira told me that I would learn a lot and help to make our marriage a happy one."
"That's right. I presume you've never been with a woman before."
"Never. It's very hard in Egypt to get information that you can trust so I am very happy to learn from you."
"Hira is very beautiful and I'm sure she'll make you happy. The most important thing is to make sure that she enjoys sex from the beginning. I've made a pink silicon model of a woman's bottom. When you first look at it, it's all closed up and you can't see anything. When I pull the lips apart like this, everything is revealed. There are only really two things that you need to know about. See this little thing sticking out at the top here - that's for pleasure and when you rub it Hira will love it and it will get hard and make her get wet down here. That's where you're going to put your penis. Don't try to put it in until she is wet and then push slowly. It might hurt a little bit at first but just keep pushing until you're in. Gently and slowly, okay? Make sure you play with her breasts."
"I think I understand."
"There is one other point. You can make love to Hira when she is lying on her back or you can make love from behind. You can do whatever you like but I always suggest that with Egyptian girls, who are so ignorant of anything to do with sex, that you do it first time from behind. The main reason is that if she is on her back she can see what you are going to push into her and she gets a little afraid. Sometimes a lot. When you go from behind, she can't see what's happening and is probably more relaxed. For most girls it's a big surprise to see their husband's penis for the first time. You are used to it. For her it is enormous. I'll give you an example. I can give you an injection with this little modern needle or I can give you an injection with this old hypodermic syringe. You're not afraid of the little needle, are you? Now you understand. Good luck. When Hira was here I showed her this vibrator and showed her what to do with it. Take it. Good luck."
There was a magnificent reception at a large Cairo hotel. All through the meal Hira kept thinking to herself - this is all about me and my pussy. All my life, I never talk about it. All my life, nobody talks about it. And right now, it is the centre of attention - they're all thinking about it. How can something that is not important one minute be so important the next?
After the reception Hira and Mohammed went to the bridal suite. Hira could hear her mothers and sisters and aunts calling out "good luck" and "congratulations" but she knew that what they were really thinking was, "I hope Mohammad is gentle and doesn't hurt her too much." She would never have thought it but most of the men in the room were wishing they could have been standing in Mohammed's place in pushing their dicks into the beautiful pussy of the beautiful bride.
Hira walked into the bathroom knowing that within minutes she would change from being a girl into a woman. That's what this whole wedding was about - the sanctifying of Mohammed's access to her virgin pussy. Before the wedding her mother had helped to buy the wedding gown and the silk nightgown with matching panties. There had been a lot of discussion about the colour and the appearance but she was wondering whether she should be wearing panties or not. They were like a security blanket preventing unwanted fingers from getting close to what had to be protected at all costs but in all her life not one boy had even got close to her and kissed her for that matter. Certainly they would have to come off, but should she be wearing them at all? In the end she decided to wear panties - they would be symbolic that she would not be throwing herself at Mohammed. He would have to take them off.
Hira came out from the bathroom dressed in a beautiful short silk nightgown to be met by Mohammed in a white cotton robe. She drew him to her and kissed him while his hands felt the softness of her breasts through the silk. Hira purred and somehow turned the lights off. Her older sister had told her that having sex from behind was really good and she wanted it too. She was also relieved that she would not have to expose her sex to Mohammed. It was not that she was ashamed but that she just wasn't used to doing such a thing.
Mohammed lifted her nightgown over her head and twisted her around while playing with both breasts at the same time and tweaked her nipples. He reached for her panties and eased them down. She instinctively placed her hands on the bed to support herself while she could feel Mohammed probing around to find the entrance to her vagina. Hira did not understand much but she knew that it was her duty and destiny to be a wife and mother and that meant offering her vagina to Mohammed for his pleasure.
Hira reached around and opened her lips and guided the tip of his penis to its destination. Mohammed could feel from the heat and the wetness that he was almost there. Hira was glad that Dr Abbas had made her test the opening to her vagina and prove that Mohammed could fit. He pulled her body to him slowly and millimetre by millimetre pushed in until his penis had completely disappeared inside. Instinctively he began to pump in and out slowly until he felt the impending explosion and spurted his semen into her waiting body.
"Was that good? Did you feel any pain?"
"No. You were wonderful. It's very late. I'm tired. We can sleep and do it again in the morning."
