Allah Will Provide, part 3 by wetfly6969 ( wetfly6969@aol.com ) Samirah awoke feeling very good. Last night they again ate well and her father was able to buy a new pair of sandals for himself. Walking that far to the city was hard on his bare feet. Not to mention it looked much better if he had shoes when he asked for work. Reaching down she touched her tender pussy and smiled. This has to be the easiest way to make money she ever heard of. Even though it hurt while they fucked her, it didn't take long yesterday for the pain to be replaced by only a dull ache. Even before she went to bed last night the ache had lessened enough that she fell fast asleep. Sitting up she looked around the deserted room. Everyone was in the grand room or outside playing. She wasn't sure what time it was but the sun was shining brightly through the opened window. Standing, she made her way outside as her bladder was full. Each of her brothers was excited when she returned after her encounter with the soldiers and Habib and Zafar actually jumped for joy when she told them about the chocolate. All night long Hussein kept talking about it and seemed more excited then the younger boys. "When are you going to the Americans?" he asked as she entered the room. Glancing around she saw Ahmeed holding Omar and the two younger boys were outside playing loudly. Hussein practically knocked her over rushing to meet her as she stepped closer. "In a little while. I want to eat something first," she said lifting the lid from the pot. Their father had enough money to buy extra meat and vegetables and made enough for them to eat again today for breakfast. "Where's Father?" she asked spooning the last of the meat onto a plate. "Went to the city for work," Ahmeed said bouncing their baby brother on his lap. "Left an hour ago." She glanced toward the only clock they had left. It was already after 11 and she was late. Each morning she left the house about 10:30 and it took maybe 15 minutes to walk to the river. She was afraid the Americans would leave before she got there. Taking a quick bite, she rushed to mend her dress and get ready to leave to meet with them. "What happened to your dress?" Hussein asked seeing her getting the last of their mother's sewing kit down. Only a few needles and thread remained as everything else had been sold. "I tore it on a branch," she lied quickly stitching the rip. Ahmeed carried Omar into the room while his two siblings talked. He had been suspicious of the story Samirah told them about the Americans and asked her last night why strangers would give her that much money when all she had to do was ask. She hastily dismissed the question and moved on about maybe soon they could afford to buy beds to sleep on as the dirt floor was damp, hard and cold at night. They had beds before the war but they were sold over two years ago when money began to run low. They'll need furniture as well. There's no place for them to sit except on the dirty floor. And clothes. She smiled thinking of the possibilities they will have with all of the money they will give her. "I'm going now," she said hurriedly making her way toward the front of the house. "Don't forget about the chocolate!" Hussein called out once again before the door was shut. Ahmeed went to the window and watched as his little sister happily skipped down the sandy street toward the river. "Here," he said handing the baby to Hussein. "Watch him." "Where are you going?" he asked taking Omar into his arms. "I'm going to see what Samirah's up to. I think she's lying." "Oh," he said watching his older brother stepping outside. Setting the baby on the floor he watched out of the window until both siblings were out of sight. *** Ahmeed kept far enough behind her that she wouldn't notice that he was following her but close enough not to lose her. He reached the river's shore just as he saw her entering into a small wooded area. Rushing forward, he made his way through the trees just a little further down the road. He could hear men's voices. Many voices as he got closer. "Well, well, well, looks like the little whore's back for more," he heard someone say as he moved within 20 feet of the clearing. Moving a branch aside, he gasped at what he saw. His little sister was standing in front of several American soldiers as they began to gather around her. "I got some chocolate for you," one of the men said extending his hand holding something dark. "You didn't tell me how many brothers you had so I brought three." "I have five brothers," She replied. "But we can share," she added reaching for them only to have them taken away. "You'll get these when we get this," he said grabbing her between her legs. That angered Ahmeed as no one should touch his sister like that! He watched as the others moved forward, some grabbing her, others fondling parts of her body while the one with the candy began unbuttoning her dress. Some of the men not touching her were taking their clothes off! He wanted to run to them and fight them off of her but there were too many. Quickly he counted how many Americans there were. There's no way he could fight off 11 big soldiers by himself. Squatting lower, he watched as the men converged on his little sister, laying her onto the ground and one of the naked men got between her legs. He watched curiously as the man was handed a small bottle of clear fluid and he squeezed out a little on the palm of his hand. Coating his hardened cock with the watery liquid and then dripping some between her legs, he leaned forward pushing his cock into his little sister. Just like that! No words spoken and nothing to prepare her for it. A second man moved to her head and shoved his cock into her mouth causing Ahmeed once again let out a noise, almost loud enough to be heard. Two others gathered on either side of her and used her hands to hold their cocks while she began stroking them up and down. Others were reaching through the many bodies on top of her and were feeling various parts of her body. Ahmeed was shocked and angry, but strangely aroused. He'd been masturbating for several years now, whenever he had privacy, but has never done to a girl what the men were to Samirah. Sweat formed on his brow as he stared at the activity before him. She remained still, not trying to get away, not fighting them, and not even calling out. She went to them knowing what would happen and allowed them to undress her. He felt his own cock swelling within his pants. Watching as the first man's movements slowed to a stop, he squeezed his cock as the American slowly got off of her only to be replaced by another. Her hands stroked the two men's cocks up and down erratically as the man leaning over her face continued to push his cock deeper into her mouth. The new man that just got on top of her was thrusting fast and hard, banging against her as if he was in battle and stabbing her with a knife. Slowly Ahmeed unzipped his pants and pulled his aching cock free. It was so hard that it felt as if the skin might tear. Squeezing it, he watched as a droplet of precum oozed out and dripped down the head onto his hand. A loud grunt drew his attention back to the soldiers and he watched as the second man who got on top of her pulled away and another one got on top of her. The man pushing his cock inside her mouth began to make funny noises and then his body jerked wildly as he threw his head back, shutting his eyes. He knew the man was cumming but was shocked when she didn't pull it out of her mouth or try to spit it out. SHE ACTUALLY LET HIM PUT HIS SEED INSIDE OF HER MOUTH! That man rolled away from her, landing on his back, panting. Another one promptly replaced him at her mouth and began thrusting wildly, almost as hard as the man on top of her was. "I want to fuck her ass," he heard one of the men calling out. He wasn't sure which one it was as there were so many. "That's what I brought the lube for!" Ahmeed remained hidden as the men began shifting around. One of the Americans got on his back and two others lifted Samirah, dropping her onto him, lining up her hairless slit with his bulging manhood. Another soldier knelt near her face and pushed his cock toward her. She parted her lips and accepted it without hesitation. "THAT LITTLE WHORE!" he mumbled to himself. A third soldier knelt behind her, holding the bottle of clear liquid and coated his cock with it. Ahmeed watched as he used first a finger and then his thumb to push inside her butt hole. Why is he doing that? He wondered. The soldier slid his cockhead up and down her butt crack before pushing forward. Samirah's body jerked and she tried squirming away as he applied more pressure. The soldier under her wrapped his arms over her back, cupping her shoulders with his fingers, and pulled her to him. She let out a loud shriek as the man kept trying to force more of his cock into her butt. The others descended on her, some holding her down, others feeling the softness of her skin. She cried out as he pushed harder against her, forcing his cock even deeper. Ahmeed couldn't help but jerk his cock faster as he watched what they did to his. He felt no shame, no guilt for what he did. She was his little sister, but she's also a whore. Why else would she allow these men to do these things to her? As the man kneeling behind her began moving back and forth, Ahmeed could hold back no longer and began shooting ropes of cum into the bushes before him. He grunted, trying to stifle the expression of pleasure he felt as he stared unblinking at the mass of men getting gratification from his little sister. He panted until his breathing returned to normal. The man kneeling behind her cried out before welding his body to hers, roaring as he came. Briefly he wondered what it must feel like to be inside a warm, tight hole such as those of Samirah. The man moved away and another soldier took his place. His legs were cramping, his back was hurting and both feet had gone to sleep before the men began taking breaks from fucking her. He wasn't sure how long they had been going at her, but they didn't stop or slow down the entire time. As soon as one man came inside of her, he was soon replaced by a fresh, hard cock ready to continue on. He was surprised that she could handle them like that. Not once did she have a break and they pounded her body fast and hard with each new cock. Several of the men fucked her two times and a few even fucked her three times. He wasn't positive, but he thought he saw one of the men fuck her four times. With so many men shifting around back and forth, it was hard to keep track. A few of the men were unable to wait for relief from her and masturbated themselves until they came, squirting their seeds onto her body and then rubbing it in using their cocks. He was close enough to them to see the thick layers of dried cum accumulating on her as several of the men performed this act. Ahmeed jerked off once more during this time and was hard again. He watched as they began dressing, and only two men were still going at her, both in her lower holes. He was surprised to learn that girls could be fucked in their butt holes and wondered if every man did that. He didn't know a lot about sex but today he learned a lot from watching the Americans with Samirah. His cock was still firm and jutting from the fly as the soldiers began to dress and walk away, each of them dropping something to the ground near her. From where he was it looked like money, but he couldn't be sure. "Here," one of the men said bending over holding the three brown bars. "You've earned this." Reaching up, she took them before dropping her arm to the ground. She hardly moved and he figured she was exhausted from such a hard day. For a very long time she didn't move. When she did, it was slowly and she crawled delicately towards the river to clean up. He stayed watching while she bathed, scrubbing the flaky substance off of her and splashing water several time between her legs. He groaned as she used her hand to wipe the dark slit several times before exiting. Standing, he stayed just long enough to see her putting her dress back on. He had to rush home to beat her there. Glancing back toward her, he saw her picking up the pieces of paper the soldiers threw down to her before leaving. He smiled. They'll have enough money to eat again and maybe he'll get a new pair of sandals like Father. **** "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Hussein yelled at seeing his older brother rushing in sweating and out of breath. "I had to watch Omar all day!" "I... had... something to take... care of," he gasped rushing to wash his face and to get some water. Gulping two big glasses, he finally stopped panting long enough to catch his breath. "What is it you had to do that took so long? It's almost 4 o'clock and Father will be home soon!" "Don't worry about it," he said drying his face. "It's none of your concern." Habib and Zafar came running in excited, yelling and screaming that they could see Samirah coming at a distance. "I wonder if she has the chocolate." Hussein asked to no one in particular. "I hope so," the younger boys chimed in together. Everyone's head turned when she entered walking a little light-footed. "What's wrong with you?" Ahmeed asked already knowing the answer. "I stepped on some hard rocks and hurt my foot," she said wobbling toward the back room. He smiled. "It's more like you got fucked by some hard cocks and hurt your hole!" he mumbled noticeably. "What did you say?" Hussein asked looking at his older brother. "Nothing. I said nothing." Walking to the back room he approached his little sister. "Did you get any money from the Americans?" he asked as she covered herself as he entered. "Yes, a little." "Give it to me. I'll have Hussein take it to Father so that he won't have to go back to the market." He watched as she pulled out the three bars of chocolate and the folded bills, handing them to him. "That's a lot of money, Samirah. Why did they give it to you?" "I do not know. I only asked for it and they gave it to me." "Okay, wait here and I'll give the money to Hussein. I'll be right back," he said leaving the room with a smile. His cock was still hard and if she's willing to fuck the Americans, then she better be willing to fuck him too! He waited until his brother left before returning to the back room to see her still standing where he left her. "Samirah, I have something to tell you..." ~ end of part 3