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 Allah Will Provide, Part 4

   by wetfly6969 ( wetfly6969@aol.com )

   comments_readers: I'm not sure how far I'm going with this story.  The
readership is down and I'm not getting any feedback on it.  I did have BIG
plans for Samirah and her family, especially after Mustafa learns the fate
of his wife and daughter and leaves the children in the brutal hands of
their uncles to rescue them.  But for now, I'll probably put this one to
bed.

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   Samirah stared blankly toward the ceiling as Ahmeed fucked into her for
the second time within 10 minutes.  He was too excited, too eager to last
very long the first time and shot his cum into her within two minutes,
adding more slime to her already soupy hole.  He didn't stop there and
rested still on top of her until his teenage cock returned to its prior
firmness before resuming his assault on her tender slit.

   She grunted as his thrusts increased and silently prayed that he would
quickly finish.  Her pussy still tingled as the Americans left her battered
and abused.  Samirah didn't want to give in but when he explained what he
say and threatened to tell their father, what choice did she have.  After
all, like Ahmeed said, she's already fucking so why not allow him to do it
as well?

   Although she has only been having sex for a couple of days, she was well
rehearsed on the signs of when a man was about to cum and Ahmeed was
getting close.  She was sure of it.  He didn't have the biggest cock that
fucked her, but he wasn't the smallest either and knew she must do
something to bring his gratification to an end or she would surely be very
sore later.

   Her hips shifted slightly.  Not very much but enough for him to notice
and his efforts increased, pushing her slender ass into the divot under her
sleeping mat.  He grunted, calling out as the stimulation her warm, wet
hole provided became too much and his cock once again began breaking apart,
sending another load of fresh cum to the very depths of her budding
womanhood.

   He struggled for breath, the physical exertion a tremendous strain on
his malnourished body and lay panting atop his little sister until his
breathing returned to normal.  He knew that he was crushing her, his entire
weight pressing against her much smaller body, but she hardly stirred and
didn't fidget.

   "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO SAMIRAH!!" he heard a loud shriek from the
doorway and looked over his shoulder to see Hussein standing there with a
horrid expression on his face.  "YOU MUST STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!" he added
unable to move from his location.  Ahmeed rolled off of her, reaching for
his pants.

   "Hussein, calm down, it's not what you think."

   "It's exactly what I think!" he added not taking his eyes off of
Samirah's naked body.  "And I'm telling father once he gets home!"

   Ahmeed approached his stunned younger brother and put his hands on his
arms.  "Hussein, listen to me.  You do not want to tell father about this."

   "Why not?  You are doing a very bad thing to Samriah."

   "No, I'm not.  I am not doing anything that hasn't already been done to
her," he said noticing Hussein finally breaking his stare away from her for
the first time.  "I followed her to the river and watched her doing this
with the soldiers.  That's how she gets the money.  She lets them do that
to her and they give her money."

   "NO!  That is a lie!  I do not believe you!"

   Turning toward his little sister he frowned.  "Tell him, Samriah.  Tell
him what the truth is!"

   She swallowed hard and turned away from her brothers.  She was ashamed
and could not look them in the eyes.  Her entire life has been sheltered
with the understanding that what she just did with Ahmeed should only be
done with her husband and only after they are married.  Not with the
soldiers and certainly not with her brother.  She knew it would bring
dishonor and shame to her family.

   "Tell him!" Ahmeed shouted once again.

   "It's true," she mumbled, not even loud enough for the pair to hear.

   "Say it again and say it louder," he demanded.  She repeated it and shut
her eyes, feeling a tear running down to pool inside of her ear.

   "You see, I told you.  Samriah is a whore and whores like to be fucked.
That's why they're whores."

   Hussein's mouth dropped opened.  He could not believe his brother just
said that about their little sister, the gem of their father's eyes and the
only one who has been able to provide for the family with the money she got
from...  "Father must know of this," he grumbled turning his stare back to
his naked sister.

   "Don't be foolish.  If father knows he will not allow her to return to
the Americans and we will go hungry.  Plus there will be no more chocolates
and we will not be able to get the things we need.  And the best thing is,
you can fuck her anytime you want," he said winking.

   He could not believe his ears.  Did Ahmeed really just say that?  He
turned toward his bigger brother with a puzzled look.  "What do you mean?"

   "I mean we can fuck her anytime we want to because she does not want
Father to know about what she is doing with the Americans and will allow us
to fuck her to be silent about it." he said turning to see Samirah.  "Isn't
that right?" he asked her.

   She still was unable to look at her siblings and slowly nodded her head.
"See, I told you.  And I know you want to fuck her."

   "That is a lie!  She's my sister!"

   "Then why is your cock hard?" he asked glancing downward.

   "It's not hard, it's, uh, just that I, um,"

   "It's alright, Hussein, admit it.  She's very beautiful and you want to
fuck her."

   "But she's my sister."

   "So.  She's also a girl and a whore and wants to be fucked," he said
reaching to the front of his brother's pants and squeezing his erection. 
He gasped and tried backing away but Ahmeed's grip was too strong.  Moving
behind the bewildered boy, he pushed him forward toward Samirah lying naked
on her mat.  He knew that if he couldn't persuade his little brother to
fuck her, he'd tell their father and there would be hell to pay.  "Go on,
she likes it," he said giving him a gentle push.

   Hussein stood above her looking down.  She hadn't bothered to shut her
legs and a copious amount of white slime oozed from her reddened slit.  He
swallowed hard and unconsciously licked his lips.  "I...I can't," he
mumbled trembling.

   "Why not?"

   "I've, uh, never did that before."

   "Neither have I until just now.  Don't worry, she knows what to do,
she'd done it lots of times."

   Grabbing his brother's elastic waist band, he jerked his loose pants
down, causing his hardened cock to spring forth.  The movement caught
Samirah's eye and she turned to see the stiff cock swinging to a stop,
pointing almost toward the ceiling.  "Go on, what are you waiting for?" he
whispered into his younger brother's ear.

   The lean boy moved slowly toward her, dropping to his knees between her
legs, not taking his eyes from the slightly opened hole at the bottom of
her long, dark crack.  He gulped the saliva which had been collecting in
his mouth and sighed.  "Go on, do it," Ahmeed urged once again.

   He bowed forward, guiding his throbbing cock closer to her inviting
opening and sucked in a gasp of air as the tip came into contact with her
soft skin.  He was smaller than his brother and a quarter of it slipped
easily inside of her.  He groaned as the tight, warmth enveloped his cock
into a sea of tranquility unlike anything he's felt before.  Another inch
slipped inside and he could not control himself.

   The few times that he'd masturbated before never felt this pleasing and
the sensation over-whelmed his senses causing his cock to jerk
uncontrollably, sending his incestrious seeds into his budding little
sister.  His eyes were screwed shut as he felt for the first time, he felt
himself shooting his sperm into the warmth of another body.  The body of
his own sister.

   He collapsed, dropping his 120 pound body onto her, eliciting a sound
from her for the very first time.  "Watch what else she does," Ahmeed said
kneeling at her face and pushing his newly revived cock toward her mouth.
Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth, allowing his cock to enter before
beginning to suck.  Hussein gazed at what they were doing with fascination
as he'd never heard of something like that before.  Why would she allow
something so dirty to be put inside of her mouth?

   "For the love of Allah, what are you doing!?!" they heard a deep voice
shouting.  Turning, they saw their Father rushing to them.  Hussein tried
to get off of Samirah but was grabbed by the neck and tossed against the
far wall, causing him to roll several feet.  Ahmeed curled up away from the
angry man hoping to minimize the beating he knew was coming.

   The first impact of his fist landed on his side, causing him to reel in
pain and the second one struck his face, rattling his jaw.  "Father wait!"
Ahmeed cried out, "Do not blame us, it is Samirah's fault.  She made us do
this!"

   "Do not lie to me, Devil, you will not dishonor you sister like that!"
he said striking the boy once again.

   "Father, please stop.  Allow me to explain!"

   "There is nothing to explain.  You have brought shame onto our family
and now Samirah will never be married.  What man will want a soiled wife?"

   "We didn't soil her, Father, the Americans did.  It was them not us!"

   "What are you saying, boy?"

   Mustafa sat shocked as his oldest son revealed what he saw occur at the
river when he followed his sister.  It was too much for him to handle as he
fell backward holding his head.  When he explained how after they all
fucked her and threw money down to her, he wanted to cry.  This could not
be true.

   "Is what he said true?" he asked the frightened girl.  She felt ashamed
and embarrassed but knew she must tell the truth.

   "It's true, Father," Hussein cried out still cowering in the corner.

   "Silence!" he said glaring at the boy.  "I asked you a question,
Samirah, is what Ahmeed said the truth?" She turned to stare at the wall.
She couldn't look at her father.  She had always been his little girl and
was by far his favorite child.  Many times he said that because of her
beauty and good nature, she would grow up and find a wealthy man to marry.

   "Yes, Father," she muttered under her breath as tears rolled down her
face.

   "YOU FILTHY WHORE!" he screamed loud enough to bring Habib and Zafar
rushing into the room.  Their eyes widened at the sight of their three
older siblings naked and their father shouting at the top of his lungs.

   "Father, what's wrong?" Habib asked holding his younger brother at the
door way.

   "Go into the other room, NOW," he yelled turning his attention briefly
away from his wayward daughter.

   "I'm sorry, Father," she said turning to face him for the first time
sniveling.

   "Save your breath, whore," he said sneering at her.

   "I did if for the family.  So that we can eat," she added disobeying her
father's wish to remain silent.  He stared intensely at her for several
long minutes.

   "How many?"

   "Wh...  what?" she sheeply asked.

   "HOW MANY MEN HAVE YOU ALLOWED TO DEFILE YOUR BODY?" he shouted.

   She was too frightened to respond and once again turned away.  "There
were 11 today, sir," Ahmeed volunteered the information.

   "ELEVEN!?!  At the same time?  How can you do such a thing?"

   "They took turns, Father.  And some used her ass to..."

   "BE QUIET!" he shrieked to his oldest child.  "Allow the whore to
speak."

   "Father, please stop calling me that," she whined still keeping her gaze
to the wall.  "I'm not a whore."

   "Anyone who will allow many men to defile their body repeatedly for
money is a whore.  That is what you did so you are a whore.  You are no
longer my daughter.  You are a whore." She began sobbing, taking short
breaths between the tears.

   "Please...  Father, I...  did it...  for the family," she blubbered. 
"So that...  we can eat."

   He stood looking down at his slim, naked daughter.  "I have often
thanked Allah for giving me such a wonderful daughter.  One who has beauty
and goodness in her heart.  Now I see that it is a curse.  Allah gave me a
whore to tempt men and is laughing at me for this dishonor." She began
balling harder, covering her face with her hands.  "Do not try and hide
your shame," he said stooping lower to pull her hands free.

   "We have struggled for a very long time and sacrificed so much and for
you to disrespect me like this is unacceptable.  You want to play the
whore? That is fine with me and a whore is what you will be." Turning to
his two oldest sons he waved his hand.  "Go; leave us a lone for now.  I
have a lesson I must teach this whore." Both boys scurried from the room,
stopping at the entry way and looking back in.

   "I have been without a wife for two months and I have needs that only a
whore can satisfy," he began as he pulled his shirt over his head.  "You
will perform the duties of a whore as long as you remain in my house, do
you understand?" he asked pulling his pants down and kicking them to the
corner.  She swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on her father's dark, swollen
cock.

   Moving between her legs, he positioned his dick against her puffy hole
and pushed forward, sending several inches deep into his daughter's pussy.
She groaned from the sudden intrusion of her girlhood but didn't resist. 
He was her father and had the right to do whatever he wanted to her, even
if it was fucking her.  Besides, she allowed the strangers to do this so
why not the people in her life she loves and cares about?

   He struck the bottom of her hole many times but didn't stop or slow
down. He's gone without sex for too long and would be making up for it
though the vagina of his youngest daughter.  His thrusts increased his
strokes more forceful.  She wasn't his daughter.  She was a whore and he
was going to treat her like one.  She cried out as the force of his lunges
became brutal.  She was still sore from the Americans and from what Ahmeed
and Hussein did so her father's pounding was almost unbearable.  Almost.

   Like a discarded rag, once finished, he got up and left the room, not
saying a word to the whore.  She didn't deserve any.  The boys were still
watching from the doorway and coward away as he approached.  Stopping
before them, he briefly glanced back at the girl who used to be his
daughter.  "You can have the whore now," he said brushing past them to
start dinner.

   ~ end of part 4
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