Allah Will Provide, part 5 (M+g, inc, ped, prost) by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) **** Her body rocked from side to side as she slowly regained consciousness. Someone was shaking her and saying something to her but they seemed so far away. Leisurely her eyes opened and stared into the bearded face of her father. "Wake up, whore," he ordered for the third time still shifting her body. The room was dimly lit and she knew it was early in the morning. She spread her legs expecting him to fuck her again. Twice last night he came to her bed to use her as a whore. She didn't refuse him or the three times that Hussein came to her and the four times from Ahmeed. The hardest part was seeing Habib and Zafar sitting up, watching what her father and brothers did to her. "You are truly a whore." he said noticing how she opened her legs for him in anticipation. "I do not want you at this time. Get up. There is much work to be done," he added bending over to pull her up by her skinny arm. She was still sore from what they did but she would not complain. What she did brought shame and dishonor to her family and she deserved whatever treatment she received. "Why are we awake so early, Father?" she asked feeling the nightly collections seeping from her bruised hole and running down her inner thighs. She had no time to clean up between them and was too tired once they were done to bother. Whatever wasn't absorbed, dripped out once she stood. "Do not question me, whore," he scolded pulling on his pants. He was still angry and hurt but had to admit fucking her three times last night was the best he'd ever had. After so many children it is very different fucking his wife. Many times he can not even feel himself inside of her. He can most certainly feel himself inside of Samirah and wanted to feel her once again, but there was no time right now as much work must be done. She could hardly see her brothers in the dim light but knew from the four bodies sprawled out on mats that they were all there. She slipped on her dress before following Mustafa out into the great room. He had prepared her a small meal and instructed her to eat. "But, Father, I am not hungry." "You'll need to keep your strength up, so eat." Sitting on the floor with her legs crossed, she took two bites before putting the bowl down. "I can not eat, Father, I am sorry." "Do not worry. We are late anyway. Come. We must go," he added slipping his sandals on. Samirah's sandals were broken and she had to make the journey to the city with bare feet. She struggled to keep up with the fast pace of her father and often found herself trotting behind him. Her privates were still stinging and she was still tired. It was only 6:35 when they left the house and she wondered where they could possibly be going at this hour. By 7 o'clock they were wandering through the market square heading for someplace she did not know. The first stop was to the garment section where he picked out two silk shirts for himself, one for each of her brothers and a dress for her. There were two men working the booth and speaking to her father but she ignored what they talked about while she looked at all the beautiful dresses they had. "Samirah, come here, girl," her father barked as she walked around the small shop. Immediately she was at her father's side looking up at him confused. He smiled for the first time since learning about the Americans but it wasn't at her. "Both of you for these," he said hold up the six shirts and the dress. The men turned their gaze to her and one gave her a yellowed smile through a thick, matted beard. Her eyes widened as she realized what her father was talking about. "Four shirts, the dress and my nephew also," the younger of the two men said not taking his eyes off of her. "Five shirts, the dress and your nephew can use the whore as well," her father countered. She glanced up at her father hopeful that he didn't mean what he just said. "You have a deal," the younger man said extending his arm to welcome her. Mustafa nudged her on the shoulder and she followed the man to the back of the store, looking back toward her father hoping it was just a trick to teach her a lesson. It was not and the man pulled a curtain aside and ushered her into a small room. He wore a traditional Arab dress and pushed down on her shoulder as soon as they were inside. She went to her knees and lifted the hem, exposing his rapidly growing cock. It was thick, ugly and very hairy. Even from where she knelt she could smell the overpowering scent it had. Closing her eyes, she leaned forward and took it inside of her mouth, sucking it to the back of her throat, just as the Americans showed her. Once fully hard, he pulled her up by the armpits and guided her to a rickety table, pushing her backwards on top it. She had to hop up to get on it and quickly he was between her legs, stroking it along her glistening crack. Lying back, she waited until he entered her, stretching her sore hole once again. Holding her legs to his hairy chest, he plundered her girlhood repeatedly for several agonizing minutes before he suddenly grunted out something about Allah and stopped moving. She felt his cock jerking inside of her, polluting her core with his slime. "Stay here," he said dropping the hem and disappearing through the veiled curtain. Moments later the old man with the yellow teeth appeared grinning widely. He was also missing a few of his front teeth and as he moved closer to kiss her, she had to turn her head away from his putrid breath. Thankfully he didn't want her to suck him and simply moved between her legs and pushed himself inside of her. He wasn't completely hard and stroked back and forth a while before it hardened enough to fuck her. The old man lasted nearly 10 minutes before welding his body to hers and discharging his sperm. She sighed watching as he turned to leave knowing there would be one more before this was over. Pulling aside the cover, she saw a young boy, about Hussein's age enter and stare at her for a while. She could tell he was nervous and probably never saw a naked girl before, let alone have the opportunity to fuck one. She parted her legs a little more, inviting him closer. He wouldn't move from his spot and she knew what she had to do to end this. Sliding off the table, she knelt before him, pulling his robe up above his stomach and reaching for his cock. It wasn't fully hard but didn't take long to get it there. Bobbing her head back and forth, she sucked him the best way she knew how and was shocked when it started throbbing inside of her mouth after about two minutes. She swallowed the first wad of goo just as the second on hit the back of her throat and continued swallowing until it remained still. Jerking his cock from her mouth, he took off through the curtain and disappeared. She had to smile at the comical situation. Sliding her dress back on, she rejoined her waiting father who shook hands with the men before they left. The two additional loads of cum were slowly making its way down her thighs and she soon felt it reach her ankle. She was about to ask her father to stop and allow her to clean up when they were again in front of a vendor booth. She watched as her father looked through the rows of sandals, picking one out for her, and three others for her brothers. The older man kept eyeing her and stroking his dark beard, making her feel uncomfortable. Putting her hand through her father's arm, she pulled him closer as her father began to negotiate her services for the sandals. For two pairs of sandals she was lead around the tables of shoes and to the back of the large tent. He fucked her lying on top of several sandals and tools with most poking in her back. She didn't complain as he thrust on top of her until he finished. Pulling away from her, he shook his head before pulling her off of the table. "You must leave now, whore," he said giving her a shove toward the front of the tent. Two tents away was a man that sold blankets. They needed new ones, especially the baby. Mustafa spoke to the owner, pulling Samirah around to stand in front of him. The man's eyes wondered up and down her thin body before smiling. "Two blankets only," he barked out still looking at her. "And a small one for the baby. My son needs a new blanket as the nights are turning colder." The middle-aged man reached his hand out to her. "Come, girl. Let me show you the back of my store." Her father watched as the shop keeper guided his daughter through rows of hanging blankets and out of site. Sitting in the only chair around he waited until the pair returned almost 15 minutes later. Samirah had a troubled expression on her face but that didn't concern Mustafa. She did what she had to. Next they visited the vegetable vendor and got a large bag of vegetables for the price of a fuck from Samirah. The meat vendor was next followed by the man who raised goats. They were able to get a bottle of goat's milk and cheese for the services of the young girl before they made their way back home. As expected, her brothers were awake at their return and her two older brothers were anxious for her to be home. Mustafa, aroused from what she just did, wanted to fuck her first followed by Ahmeed and Hussein. Once the boys finished, he ordered her to the well to wash up. By the time she finished eating, it was 10:30 and she was exhausted. "Ahmeed, I want you to go with Samirah today to the river," their father said to her horror. Surely he did not wish for her to return to the Americans. Wasn't it enough that she allowed the sellers to fuck her to get the things they needed? Does she have to do that as well? "Okay, Father," he said slipping on his new sandals. "Hurry, Samirah, we must leave now," he added pulling his new shirt on. She took a deep breath and slithered the new silky dress down her slim form. Mustafa watched with excited curiosity as his young daughter got dressed knowing she was about to allow the American soldiers to fuck her as much as they wanted and they would give her money to do it. Ahmeed seemed very eager to reach the river and had to keep slowing down for her to catch him. He also had to pull her arm a few times to encourage her to move faster. At the river's bank they split up, he waited and watched as she entered the clearing before she suddenly stopped. For a very long minute she stood frozen, not moving at all. Curious, he made his way to stand beside her and looked to see what made her stop and stared at the loud Americans with wide eyes. There was well over twice as many men there as yesterday! Turning Samirah to face him, he put his hands on her shoulders. "Father said you must do this," he reminded her. She swallowed hard and slowly nodded. Looking at the shiny buttons on her dress he began undoing them. There's no sense in them tearing her new dress. Sliding it off of her shoulders and down her flat chest, he stooped to get it further off and had her step out of it. "I'll keep it safe for you," he added turning her back toward the soldiers and giving her a hard shove. Taking two big steps forward to keep from falling, she made enough noise to get their attention. "Well, now, lookie's who's back," one of the men said standing and walking to meet her. Ahmeed had run away and went around to the front of the trees to watch from where he did yesterday. He saw as the American guided his naked little sister to the others and they quickly descended upon her like vultures on fresh meat. Taking his hard cock out, he slowly stroked it watching as the men began fucking his sister from every angle and in every hole. There were so many soldiers that he wondered how she would be able to satisfy them all. She could hardly keep up with them when there were only 11. Now there are 27. Squeezing his cock once again he smiled thinking how nice it felt to fuck her and knowing what the men would be feeling. Settling down to be comfortable, he prepared for a long wait before they would be finished with her and he'd have another chance to fuck her. ~ the end? The only payment we authors receive is knowing our work is appreciated... Please let us know if you're enjoying our efforts!