| Hajar - Eldest Wife and Mistress II 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 --- Zarah served her 'older sister' breakfast after their vigorous love making. This consisted of strong sweet tea, flat unleavened bread, fresh tomatoes and olives. Hajar would not permit the 14 year old girl to dress. She admired her nubile beauty and coltish figure, which for all intents and purposes belonged to her. Her hands strayed over the slight curve of the young girls' budding breasts, and her fingers traced the outline of her naturally pouting nether lips. Breakfast over she reluctantly left their quarters to know what was occurring elsewhere in her compound. Hajar's first stop was the boys' quarters. In Islam girls and boys are segregated from an early age, even within a family. The boys' quarters consisted of several rooms off the courtyard of the family's home. In a less wealthy household these rooms might house a whole family or even two. As she walked into the main room which was used as a playroom by the two boys, she noticed toys scattered about; some broken, some discarded, and some still being used but left carelessly. Boys are the same all over the world. Hassan was hunched over an XBox console playing a fighting game. He was 7 years old and normal in all respects for a boy of his age, which is to say he resented the interruption by the woman he called his Auntie. 'Where is your brother Amin?' Hajar asked him. 'He went with our mother to get his hair cut.' Said Hassan, referring to his 9 year old brother. 'Good i will stay here and watch you play this game.' She said and she pulled up a chair next to him. Notwithstanding she was the senior female in the family, Hassan ignored his Aunt. She accepted this and feigned interest in the game while actually peering at what lay nestled between his legs. His boy bits were not obvious because he wore a djellaba which covered his body from his neck to his ankles. Hajar put her hand on his leg and began to stroke it. The boy knew what his 'Aunt' intended, but he was embarrassed and pretended to ignore her. Undaunted the older woman put her hand on where his penis lay covered by the robe. She began to stroke it with a circular motion. His young boy's penis grew slightly under her touch. Hajar reached down to his ankle and ran her hand up his smooth hairless leg. She stopped at his crotch and took his semi-tumescent penis and little hairless scrotum in her palm. His little penis grew to about the size of her hand under her touch. She could feel the smooth head of his organ as it now protruded beyond his receding foreskin. Hajar remembered how his penis had looked, when Hassan was a little baby. It had then been no more than a wrinkled little cone, it's tip resembling a toy elephant's trunk. 'This was my favourite penis.' She thought to herself. Hassan had been barely a few months old when she first took his little trunk in her mouth and sucked him gently. He had become instantly relaxed and stopped fussing. As her tongue gently pulled his uncircumcised head out of the foreskin, the little boy released a stream of urine into her mouth. She swallowed it without a second thought, savouring its pure and slightly salty taste. From that day she sucked on his little penis regularly. 'Hassan! You must stop playing your game and play with Auntie.' Hajar told him in a gentle, but authoritative voice. She took the 7 year old boy by the hand and led him to his bedroom. The boy followed her obediently. He had mixed emotions for he was embarrassed at what he knew was going to happen. On the other hand his anticipation of the feeling he knew she would give him dominated his mind. In the bedroom she deftly lifted up his djellaba and pulled it over his head. She paused to admire his thin boyish figure. His skin was light brown and he had no bodily hair. His little penis was pointing out at a 90 degree angle from his body. The head was darker than the skin that surrounded it and looked shiny, almost as if it were wet. 'How is your little zibbii!' Hajar said as she took his penis in her hand and began to stroke it. With her other hand she pushed him onto the bed. Hassan did not resist. He knew what she would do because she had done so many times from when he was a little boy. It felt very good, but it also made him feel childish. He had conflicting emotions. Hajar expertly stroked his boyish member, slowly and with tenderness. When she pushed, the taught foreskin would nearly cover the head. And when she pulled, the entire dark head became exposed. She firmly guided the young boy onto his back and lowered her head towards him. Her hair fell loose and draped itself over his stomach. The fine strands tickled his skin. Hajar opened her mouth and took the whole head of his penis in between her lips. The taste of him had become stronger as he got older, and she reminded herself she should admonish him for not cleaning under his foreskin. She did not mind the slightly cheesy taste of boy smegma, and how his taste had changed as he got older. She pulled his entire penis into her mouth and used her tongue to stroke the sensitive underside. Hassan moaned softly as Hajar's tongue caressed his hard little penis. With one hand the older woman rubbed his chest, and with the other she fondled his little scrotum and gently squeezed the balls within. She took her time, savouring the feel of his young cock in her mouth, sucking on it gently. Hajar felt no sense of urgency because she was confident the boy was too young to ejaculate. Not that she would have minded, but she could suck his boyish penis at her own leisurely pace. Her index finger found its way across his perineum and pressed against the puckered entrance of his bottom. She pushed into him gently and his sphincter gripped her finger. She pushed her finger in a little further and stroked his immature prostate while at the same time sucking gently on his young penis. Hajar continued in this way for nearly half an hour during which time Hassan had several dry climaxes. Eventually the boy became bored and asked her if he could return to his computer game. Hajar acquiesced with reluctance and let him get up. She admonished the boy not to play too long and to pick up his toys. The seven year old agreed and returned to his game. Hajar stepped out of the cool shade boys' quarters into the harsh sunlight of the courtyard. It was only ten in the morning and already the hot June sun was high in the Moroccan sky. She found a shady spot next to the fountain and sat there for a while listening to the sound of the splashing water. This was her favourite place in the entire compound. The layout of the building was typical of a rich Moroccan's house. Most Arab peoples care little for what is outside or public space. To them it is more important that the life of the family and their servants are closed to the outside world and its' prying eyes. The building therefore consisted of four wings of rooms or apartments surrounding a courtyard facing a typical Arab garden with a fountain and date trees and other palms. - to be continued - Please email if you have any suggestions or comments. |