My Muslim Daughter Ch. 01

She took off her hijab after washing her face then brushed her silky black hair. Then she carefully took off her dress. She stood before the mirror in her bra and panties. She had 32 a cups, perky little titties and her petite body was milky white. She took off her bra and panties too. She regularly shaved her pubic hair as Faria said to never have hair under there because it brings bad luck. Sakeenah believed that but the accident wasn't bad luck. She was still feeling the sweetness down there as it called her name. She put her fingers at the spot where Ali had banged his head and a moan escaped her as she shuddered. It beckoned her fingers.

After turning the lights off, she got herself in the cold sheets. They were cold but welcoming. Very different. She loved how the sheets rubbed against her entire body. It sent unexplained shivers up her spine then her finger went down once again and the same feeling. There was a patch of wetness there on her private part.

Her throat was dry and eyes shut as she played with the wetness under the bedside lamp. She had pulled the sheets off and lay there on her back with her knees open and her fingers on her wet patch. She wanted to see the wetness. She withdrew her fingers a bit and the saliva like liquid clung to her fingers and her private part.

"Ahh," she moaned as the sweet beckoning pain shot up again. It was intense this time. So intense, it threw her overboard and she became nervous. She became scared. She looked around and felt someone was there watching her. The very darkness of the room scared her. She heard someone walking outside of her room. It must be Papa going to the bathroom. The floor boards of the house talked when someone walks on them. It was an old house.

Sakeenah, scared and panicked, at the rebellious thoughts in her mind, got up from the bed and picked her white panties from the floor and put them on. Her fingers were dry but sticky. What was happening to her? It was Ali who hit her hard on her private parts and she never told anyone about it. What if it was something serious the doctor ought to know? This scared her more and she opened her bedroom door oblivious to the fact she had nothing on but white panties. A right turn would take her outside in the hall. The stairs were immediately to the right and the bathroom door was to the left, directly in front of the stairs. The light of the bathroom was on. It was Papa, she knew for certain. Her mum never gets up during the night. The hall was in pitch darkness except from the yellow light coming from the bottom slit of the bathroom door.

Sakeenah stood right in front of the bathroom door, shivering with nervousness and God knew what other feelings. Someone in her mind was yelling at her to touch her fingers there again on her private parts. Just to check it, she pulled her panties down to her thighs and touched herself slightly. The wetness had increased and she could feel it smear all over her thighs due to her wet panties. It was worst than before. She had to go see a doctor.

Her trembling hand raised and touched the cold knob of the door. She turned it and pushed it. It opened slowly all the way and her father was still on the toilet right in front of her with his elbow on his knee and face in his hand, looking down. He sensed the door open and looked up to see his daughter standing there, shaking like a leaf. Her white panties were down to her knees and her hand was up, her fingers wet and glistening.

"P... Pa... Papa," she spoke in a small voice.

"Come inside, Sakeenah," Ijaz said. The last thing he wanted was Saliha to see her daughter like this. Sakeenah stepped in and Ijaz pushed the door close behind her.

"What is wrong, Sakeenah?" he asked, keeping his calm and composure. Obviously he was shocked but also he was expecting that, especially after they witnessed that dirty video, then Ali half on top of her.

"Papa, I'm not bleeding anymore. This... this is something else. I don't understand what is happening to me," she said showing her fingers to him.

"Nothing is wrong with you, sweetheart. You're going to be alright. What is your mind telling you?"

"My mind tells me to take my fingers and t... touch myself in my private parts." She spoke slowly and softly looking at him.

Ijaz spoke with the same tone and level. "Listen to your mind. Do what it says. Don't try to resist it. It's going to be difficult if you try to resist that inner voice."

"I should touch myself?" Sakeenah asked.

"Yes, you should and I'm going to show you how this time." He was burning hot and horny. He had his dick in the toilet and it was hard and erect wanting to get out. This was so wrong but if he didn't correct his own daughter then she'd go outside and fall in the hands of wrong people. "Stand facing the mirror with your feet apart."

He made her turn so her side was facing him while her front body faced the wall with a mirror on it. He told her to put her feet hips apart. When she did, he placed a hand on her hip bone. Her flesh was burning lava as his other hand's finger went straight in her tight wet pussy. Immediately she gasped but he quietened her down. "Try not to make much noise."

Even if she did make noise, it was OK. Saliha had never in her life got up during the night and as for hearing, she was half deaf anyway. Ijaz had two fingers in her pussy barely fitting them in. She was incredibly wet. She was horny but she didn't know this feeling.

"Papa..."

"Always listen..." He started to work his fingers in and out slowly then a bit fast, his other hand still on her hip pretending to hold her. She was still standing on her feet, now starting to moan looking down.

"S...stop it, Papa," she cried as he fingered her pussy with his index and middle finger. "S...stop it, please."

But Ijaz knew if he stopped now, Sakeenah would never have a healthy sexual life ever again because her first time experience would have been devastating. He intended to go all the way. So when she started to moan he stuck his fingers up and started to shake them violently.

He grit his teeth as he shook up her pussy. "Listen to your mind."

Hearing that, Sakeenah howled and her body went down to a squat position. Ijaz still had his fingers there, only he had to reach out more but the advantage was that this position opened her lips more so he could reach deep within her pussy. He kept shaking her pussy violently and she kept moaning loudly.

"Yes. You're nearly there. I can feel it."

Sakeenah felt like a thousand watts of electricity went through her entire body. Her heart rate was high and she could see stars in front of her eyes. She couldn't hear her father talking, the only thing she could hear was that voice which was telling her to let go. Let go. And she did.

She screamed as a fountain of liquid erupted and spilled on the bathroom tiles. Ijaz, taken aback from this, kept shaking her pussy till she squirted every single drop on the floor. Finally he let go and Sakeenah couldn't control herself and collapsed on her butt. Her face was facing up to the ceiling as she stared at nothing. Ijaz quickly got up, pulled his pyjama up and picked Sakeenah up. He walked her to her room and put her in the bed.

She looked at him with half closed eyes. "Papa."

"Go to sleep, baby. I love you." He kissed her forehead.