But apparently her parents had decided since she turned eighteen to allow her to wear what she wanted. Having known her for years, it was quite a shock to turn around mid-service the week after her eighteenth birthday only to see a pair of panties peeking from beneath a very short yellow skirt. It was Zainab, and she was wearing make-up too – a first for her. Like her clothing, it must have only been permitted since her birthday. Her thin brows were furrowed in concentration and her luscious red lips pursed as she followed along with the sheikh’s reading. Suddenly, without warning, her eyes darted over and caught me staring up her skirt. I thought quickly and boldly met her gaze before slowly running my eyes down her body. Her parents, seated to her left, were intent on the Quran in their laps and paid no attention.
Instead of closing her legs in horror, I saw a flicker of a smile on her face and a little pink tongue slowly lick her upper lip. Then, to my astonishment, her legs slowly parted. It was barely a movement, just a slight adjustment to anyone else, but it opened up a whole new world to my gaze. I could see the silky smoothness up her upper thighs, her satin pink panties, and, unless it was my imagination, a small wet spot soaking through. I felt a lump in my throat and turned back to the sheikh’s melodic droning, my heart pounding in my chest. A moment later I heard a soft cough. Turning back, I saw that her hand had moved from the top of her Quran to her legs and she was slowly running her fingers along her thigh, her brilliant blue eyes glued to my face. Casting a furtive glance over at her parents, she gently lifted her heavy quran up from her lap and quickly slid her other hand beneath it, setting the Quran back down. This way, its heavy pages rested on both legs, but the front was tilted up giving me a look at something I never thought to see in mosque. Her fingers went straight to her panties, rubbing the smooth fabric with a slow back and forth motion. I saw her arch her back slightly, biting her lip and closing her eyes. I couldn’t believe it. This young beauty was masturbating in mosque just for me! My cock was straining in my pants, but I dare not move, being that I was seated in the front row. The aching intensified as I saw her gently pull the panties aside, revealing two of the most perfect pussy lips I have ever seen, smooth and pink and now definitely glittering with moisture. She gently inserted one finger, first up to the knuckle, then all the way, and I heard a sharp intake of breath which she covered with another soft cough. Her mother glanced over absently, but saw nothing and returned to her Quran.
Without a word, our lips met, all the passion from her little show exploding in each others mouths. Our hands were all over one another, tearing of ties and shirts and blouses. Her tongue was buried in my mouth, probing wildly as if battling mine for dominance. My hands found their way beneath her skirt, gripping her luscious ass cheeks, squeezing and caressing them before I shoved them beneath her panties to pull her cheeks apart, gently rubbing her asshole while she ground her hips against the hardness in my pants. But I knew we had little time.
“Oh fuck!” she yelled.
“Shut the fuck up!” was my whispered response. “You’re gonna get us caught.”
She obediently lowered her head to the floor, covering her hand with her mouth to muffle her moans as I began pumping in and out of her, slowly at first, but more and more rapidly. Her cunt was so tight, I knew she had to be a virgin, but the lack of blood told me that my cock was not the first object shoved in her perfect little pussy.
“Why did you stop?” she begged. “Don’t stop!”
“I wanna cum on your face. In your mouth and on your tits!”
Her eyes lit up. Her inexperience was rapidly turning into unbridled lust.
“Oh yea, cum all over me!” she begged. “Cum on my tits and mouth! Yea cum in my mouth! I wanna swallow you!”
These words coming from a girl I had seen grow up in mosque my whole life were all the encouragement I need. With a gasp, I jerked and a steady stream of jizz exploded from my cock, splattering against her face, tits, and even inside her mouth. She quickly put her mouth over my cock and began to suck me down, swallowing as quickly as her mouth filled up. When I was finished, I fell back to the ground, breathing heavily. She began wiping the cum off her face and tits, and licking it off her fingers with relish.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, “It’s so good!”
I had risen by this time and was pulling my pants back up. She sat there for a moment longer, inspecting herself to ensure no jizz was being wasted before following suit. A few minutes of silent dressing, and we were ready to leave.
She opened the door and started to walk out before stopping suddenly and peeking her head back in.
“Thanks,” she whispered.
And then was gone. I waited a few more minutes before following, my mind racing with what had just happened. All I could think was, “God, I can’t wait until next Khutbah!”