Life settles into a routine for Liam and Shamima, a new bride's return is announced.
Shamima’s mood over the next two weeks is extremely sullen. The only time she seems to be happy is when we’re having sex, which I hasten to add has increased in frequency to at least five times a day, mostly initiated by her. For the rest of the time she sulks in her room, refusing to speak more than a few words.
Once the 30 days are up we can start fucking without condoms, which improves her attitude quite a lot, especially after the first time when she sits on her bed with her legs spread and plays with the semen that dribbles from her pussy, watching it drip from her fingers like it’s some sort of magic fluid. She holds her fingers up towards me, giggling at each drop. Thankfully this is the only time she displays this behaviour.
A few days later I’m lay on the sofa, half watching the news when Shamima walks in and approaches me. Normally she slaps me on the thigh, making me sit up so she can take a seat next to me but this time she lays in front of me, placing my cock between her ass cheeks and taking my right hand, placing it on her breast. Saying nothing she starts to rock her hips, grinding her ass against my cock and spreading her legs slightly, her hand reaching down to rub herself, the only sounds are my grunts and her light gasps. The TV reporter blathers on about the latest government scandal, this time involving the minister for justice but we pay it no mind as I tease her breasts and nipples, my cock hardening between her cheeks and her hole growing wetter.
She shifts her rear, reaching for my cock and rubbing the head along her lips before placing it to her soaking entrance. I need no other encouragement, pushing my length into her until my hips meet the firm flesh of her ass. We lay still for a minute, savouring our respective sensations until she taps my hip and I start to move, slowly thrusting and massaging her breasts in time with both hands. As another reporter talks about new troubles in Northern Ireland she leans her head back against my shoulder, gasping as I slowly fuck her, my fingers rubbing her nipples into hard points and squeezing them, eliciting a low moan from her lips. She rocks her hips in time to my strokes, squeezing my shaft with her muscles as the pleasure slowly builds.
I start to speed up, a sharp “No” makes me return to my previous, steady pace and she gives my cock a strong squeeze with her pussy as a warning. I respond by tweaking her nipples before sliding my left hand down her body to her clit, rubbing it gently as we move, a groan coming from her followed by sharp hitches of breath. We fuck slowly, my shaft sliding smoothly in her well oiled tunnel for what seems like hours until her body shakes with her release, whimpers of ecstasy accompany her quivers and a long groan of pleasure joins my slow release of semen inside her trembling hole, coating her insides in long, slow spurts of thick fluid.
We’re lay together, my dick slowly softening inside her, basking in our mutual high when the channel switches to a breaking story and captures our attention. The PM announces that the latest ISIS bride, a 20 year old woman called Fatima, will be arriving in the UK in two days time and heading to an undisclosed location somewhere in Kent. Shamima’s head suddenly rises at the photo on screen, she murmurs “Oh God!”, standing quickly and heading quickly out of the room, leaving a trail of semen and vaginal juices in her wake.
After a few minutes I follow the trail into the kitchen where she’s stood staring out of the window. “I knew her.” She states simply as she spots my reflection in the glass, turning to face me and leaning against the counter. “in the camp. She won’t accept a situation like this lightly, she’s too stubborn.”
“You’re worried she’ll get a few visits from your black friend?” she winces at the memory stirred by my words, looking at me angrily before storming from the room and stomping upstairs. Shrugging, I return to the sofa, the Anchor is now discussing the few known details with a reporter. Fatima will be living with a couple in their 50s near Kent, they make a point of discussing the differences between her situation and ours, not that they know anything more than Shamima is living with a lone male.
It’s an hour later when she finally comes back downstairs, leans in and whispers in my ear, asking if there’s somewhere we can talk openly without anyone listening in. I suggest the garden, knowing from the security briefing that it’s the only place not monitored. As we go to step out of the back door the bracelet whines and I shout to whomever is watching, “She’s allowed some fresh air!”, the whine stops and I lead her outside.
The grass is cool and wet beneath our feet as we step off the patio, Shamima shivering slightly at the feeling. We walk towards the wooded area at the bottom of the garden, the trees trimmed in such a way that they’d be no use getting over the 30 feet high walls that are topped with a mixture of barbed and razor wire. She notices the look of concern on my face as she looks at the walls and chuckles, a strange smile on her face.
“I have no desire to try to escape,” she says flatly. “like you said, neither of us wants to be here but it is what it is. I’ve resigned myself to it and I may as well make the most of it.”
“Is that why you want sex more often?” I ask, mostly out of curiosity.
“Partly,” she gives me a coy smile. “as I said before, you have a nice cock and sex is different with you than the man I was forced to marry when I was 15.”
“In what way?”
“It doesn’t matter.” She brushes the question off, biting her bottom lip before looking me in the eye as we walk. “Fatima was one of the highest ranking women in the organisation, the daughter of the leader, she was barely 11 when I joined. She would choose the husbands for the new girls, dictate who could have children and when. Any female who refused to comply would be raped, publicly, by virtually all the males, even the married men and those as young as 10. No sexual act was off limits, I saw one girl die in agony after being fucked by two men in each hole, they literally split her open and she bled to death. If they still refused after the assault she would personally behead them, their heads would be speared on long poles and displayed as a warning.”
“Christ.” Was all I could manage.
“If she took a special liking to a girl, their “Wedding night” would be public too, the entire camp watching as a girl’s new husband made her a woman several times over, it was so embarrassing.” She rubs her arms slowly before continuing. “I was one of those “lucky” girls, she decided that we should conceive that first night and that 6 times should do the trick. He was so rough...” her voice trails off and I look at her, slightly with sympathy but more with disgust at what they did in that group. “She’s not used to playing by other’s rules, she’ll try to escape any chance she gets.”
We reach the edge of the half acre wood at the bottom of the garden and her face softens. “I don’t want to talk about that bitch anymore. Hey, turn around.”
“Why?” I ask, taking in the mirthful look on her face.
“Just humour me,” she says lightly, turning me by the shoulders to face the house a long way away. “Now count to 10 and come find me. I’ll have a surprise waiting for you!” She singsongs and I hear her skip away through the leaves.
I shake my head, amused by her current playful persona and count slowly but loudly. I start searching, heading towards the left side of the woods until I hear singing coming from the right of me, somewhere towards the back. Following the sound, gradually growing louder until I see her leaning against a large oak tree. She sees me, mocks being caught by surprise and heads behind the tree, slowly beckoning me with her finger.
I follow her around the wide trunk and she comes into view, bent over with her hands against another tree, swaying her hips. As I approach I can see the sparkle of her juices smeared on her pussy lips, I run my finger along her slit and she giggles mischievously.
“Straight in?” I ask and she nods vigorously, I take my already hardening cock and stroke it to full hardness before sliding smoothly into her waiting hole, gripping her hips and setting a steady pace, her gasps of pleasure filling the forest.
“I’ve always wanted it in a forest,” she pants, her nails clawing the bark. “It feels so much better when no one’s watching.”
I grunt in pleasure and agreement, thrusting deeper and increasing my pace slightly, her muscles fluttering around my shaft as it spreads her open. She pushes back in time, taking me deeper, her pants becoming moans that startle the wildlife. “Harder.” She begs and I oblige, plunging my dick all the way in, my cockhead kissing her cervix. I reach below us and stroke her clit in time with our movements, her hand pushes mine away and takes up the stimulation. “Pull my hair. Fuck me harder.” She pleas and I grab a rough handful of her black locks, pulling her head back as I start to pound her slippery hole mercilessly, my remaining hand pulling her back by her hip and smacking her ass at regular intervals, the involuntarily noises from her pussy ignored as we fuck each other furiously.
“Do you like this white man’s cock, slut?” I growl into her ear as I slam her harder, her grunts and moans intensifying. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think straight.”
“I going to cum!” the nails of her one hand digging deep into the tree bark as the other rubs her hard little nub crazily. Shamima’s moans turn to screams as her orgasm nears, her walls rippling hard on my shaft, almost pushing me towards my inevitable release. Stiffening, her orgasm hits, her screams become wails as she convulses on my shaft, making it nearly impossible to hold back my own.
Pushing back hard at the height of her climax she catches me off guard, my cock slipping from her as I tumble towards the tree behind me, the impact taking the wind out of both me and my orgasm. I fall to the floor half stunned, my throbbing dick twitching as I watch her body tremble in bliss, her cries and gasps echoing as she hugs the trunk, her juices running in streams down her inner thighs.
She collapses onto her hands and knees, gasping as her body jerks with aftershocks, her fingers clawing the soil and debris of the wood floor, with a final long moan she rests her head on the floor, eyes closed and a serene smile spreading on her lips. She rolls onto her back, her legs flopping open and giving me an unobstructed view of her pussy, her juices twinkling in the sunlight that breaks through the copse. Looking at me through her spread legs she chuckles. “I’m exhausted but I want more, would you mind...?” beckoning me with her finger. I crawl over, taking my place between her thighs and slide straight inside unceremoniously, a loud gasp accompanies my movement as she squelches around me. A little annoyed at being pushed out I place my hands on the ground above her shoulders and glare at her as I fuck her hard with anger, her bouncing tits soon distract me though, the sway of their firm flesh mesmerizing.
Wrapping her arms around my neck she brings my gaze back to her face, pulling my head down to hers and making me think she wants to kiss, but moving my head next to hers instead she whispers “Fuck me like you mean it” and wraps her legs around my waist, altering the angle and deepening the penetration enough for my cockhead to impact on the entrance to her womb.
Rocking my hips I increase the pace, slamming her quivering hole at a brutal pace, slightly pained grunts and moans escape directly into my ear with my efforts, her tight tunnel squeezing my hard shaft rhythmically, her legs and arms tightening around me as another orgasm thunders towards her, her moans becoming “Ahs” and squeals. “Just like that.” She manages to pant “fuck me! Make me your bitch!” Her words coming thick and fast with increasing bliss. I hit my vinegar strokes, pumping her hard and fast, my balls tightening as she milks my cock. With a loud howl I slam myself into her womb and shoot my seed directly into it, her own orgasm hitting as I do, her pussy playing a symphony on my pulsing dick, drawing every last drop of my seed inside her as she screams and squeals in ecstasy, both arms and legs gripping me tightly as her body jerks and trembles. Her quivering pussy muscles sucking my load from me as her body jerks.
Shamima relaxes, her body spent but her legs remain wrapped tightly around my waist, stopping my softening cock slipping from her womanhood that leaks our combined fluids onto the forest floor as we lay entwined amongst the leaves and debris, breathing heavily, our bodies drenched in sweat.
When we’ve recovered we head back to the house, Shamima linking her arm in mine and humming happily as we walk. Once inside she leads me to her room and pulls me into the shower with her, we wash and bring each other to another orgasm with our hands before drying off in robes in front of the TV, watching the rerun of the justice secretary’s resignation speech. The doorbell buzzes and I answer it to see a doctor stood waiting patiently, recognising him from a few weeks ago.
“I’m here for Miss Begum’s rectal check up.” He states coldly, pushing past me into the hall and barking an order for Shamima to go to her room and prepare, making her jump. We follow her to her bedroom and watch as she drops her robe to the floor, her naked body in full view to both of us.
“All fours, on the bed.” He barks and starts to unpack his equipment, i see fear in her eyes that increases with each new instrument.