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Child Brides of India
By C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 10: Married Life begins (Rom, ped, cons, anal,
ws)
After a wild night of wedded bliss that ended at five
this morning, Priya and I awoke at 8:30 to begin our
first day as a married couple. We were both too tired
(and her too sore) to fool around, so we hopped in the
shower, washed each other and got out, dried and
dressed.
Our morning prayers complete, we headed downstairs for
breakfast at 9:45. Dad had left for work and Mom was
sitting at the table nursing a cup of coffee. I
groggily asked for a large cup of black coffee. Priya,
with eyes closed and sitting next to me, kinda leaned
over to rest her head against my shoulder.
Mom giggled over her cup and said, "Some husband
you
are, did you keep this child up past her bedtime
ravaging and defiling her?"
Priya went back into her charade mode. She put her
head in her folded hands on the table and 'sobbing'
said, "Oh Madam, it was terrible! First he dragged me
upstairs, he stripped away my modesty and bared my
innocence for his eyes to gaze upon. He then tasted my
childlike charms like a feast of forbidden fruit. To
finish my defilement, He forced me to play the harlot
and debauched me by penetrating me with the lascivious
sword of his manhood and tore away the maidenhead of
my purity." She ended her 'tale of woe' with, "boo
hoo, boo hoo."
While Priya was playfully acting out her ravishment, I
realized at that moment that she felt a true
connecting bond with my mother that maybe she couldn't
be free enough to express with her own mother. She
knew that my mother accepted her age, her
precociousness, her skin color and everything else
that others might look down upon, and only saw a young
girl in love and married to her son.
Mom played along and began to stroke her hair and
said, "You poor, poor child! How did you survive so
much debauching? Surely you thought of death, yet I
heard no cries of distress."
"Oh Madam, this evil beast forced me to endure his
lustful advances with cunning and guile. He cast a
spell over my tender senses and mingled his lust with
candied caresses, touching places I dared not touch
myself. He summoned up the demons of desire to
conspire against me. Being an innocent child to such
witchcraft, I succumbed and relented to his
fornications."
Mom asked her, "What are you saying: were you a
very
naughty girl?"
Priya looked up with a cute smile, giggled and said,
"Me Ma would be proud of me."
Mom then said, "How do feel about all this?"
"Sore."
Mom then gave me a look to go see about breakfast, so
I excused myself and went to the kitchen, but left the
door open to eavesdrop.
Mom placed her hand on Priya's and asked her softly,
"Priya, are you alright? How do you really feel about
last night? Why the charade?"
Priya grabbed my mother's hand and said, "I'm fine.
I'm sore inside, but I'm fine. I'm a little confused,
maybe overwhelmed by what happened, and why I acted
and did some of the things I did."
Mom said to her, "Did you talk to Sean about
it?"
Priya replied, "Yes, but am I wrong to like the
things
we did? Am I a harlot for enjoying such things?"
Mom got serious and asked her, "Did he hurt you?
Did
he force you to do something you didn't want to do?"
"No, Sean didn't hurt me. In fact, he was very
gentle
and loving. It's just that we did things I never
expected we'd do, and I liked it… all of it. I
experienced feelings that I would not have dreamed
myself capable of. Sean awakened desires in me that I
didn't know existed, and now, I want to do them again
and again."
Mom tried to console her by saying, "Look Priya,
without knowing exactly what you did, all I can say is
this: if you're not being forced to do something, and
you enjoy what the two of you did together, then
there's nothing to feel bad about… IF. If you've done
something that was pleasing at the time, but now you
feel guilty about, I wouldn't do that again, do you
understand?
The intimate life you and Sean share, must be
something that you both enjoy, find mutually pleasing
and satisfying, and fun. Yes, fun. Guilt will only
lead to resentment, and resentment will drive you away
from him, not draw you closer. It doesn't matter what
the two of you do together, whether it's anal sex, or
maybe you like being tied up and have your ass
spanked; it doesn't matter what it is, what's
satisfying to you may turn me off completely. What
others think doesn't matter as long as no one gets
hurt, either physically or emotionally. Only you and
Sean can determine what's right for the two of you. Do
you understand?
Hell, you're eleven years old! How many people would
say that you getting married is a crime? Do you think
you've committed a crime?"
"No!" Priya responded, " If I thought it
was a crime
or wrong, I never would have gotten married!"
"It's the same with sex." Mom responded,
"Don't let
others tell you how to act in the bedroom. If you
truly liked what you did, and you want to continue
doing those things, then continue to do so with a
clear conscience.
Intimacy also involves trying new things; some you'll
like, others you won't. Don't be afraid to try things
but only do those things you would continue to enjoy
doing without regret. Have I helped ease your
confusion any?
Oh! By the way, you're not a harlot! A harlot will do
anything for money; whether she likes it or not. Don't
ever degrade yourself by feeling that way,
understand?"
"Yes, Mom, I understand. I guess I was kinda
overwhelmed and didn't trust my feelings. I enjoyed
everything we did last night very much, and now that I
have a little understanding of some of what I like, I
can be free to share those things with Sean and not
feel bad about it.
As for the charade, I guess I was acting out my
anxiety. I feel a strange and close bond with you and
I believe that you know me even better than my mother;
I could never talk to her about these things."
"I love you Priya, and I'll always be here for you
if
you need me; always! I have to tell you how proud I am
of you because you are handling issues that grown
women struggle with and some never seem to resolve.
You'll be fine. Just remember what I've told you and
never, and I mean never, forget you can say 'no' when
you don't want to do something and always talk these
things out with your husband; he's the one you share
your bed with."
"I promise. I love you, Mom."
"I love you too. Now, why don't the two of you get
something to eat, OK?"
I took that as my queue, and returned to the dining
room with two plates of food. We sat and ate
breakfast, talking of the upcoming events such as
Priya returning to school and me going to work.
We'd just finished eating when the phone rang. Mom
answered it and said, "Here Sean, its Adib."
I took the receiver from Mom and after we exchanged
salaams, Adib said, "Good morning Son, how's Priya?"
I replied, "She's fine, would you like to talk to
her?"
"No, its not permitted," he said.
"Why?" I asked.
"On the fourth day, you'll bring her back to her
home
for her welcoming. But the reason I'm calling is
because there's the last step in making your marriage
legal that needs to be done. You and Priya must be at
the magistrate's office tomorrow at 10am for the civil
ceremony and get your marriage license. Bring your
parents; Mahmoud and I will also be there, just like
the Muslim ceremony, do you understand?"
"Yes, do you anticipate any problems?"
"No, but it will be quick: no more than 30 minutes.
Have Priya dress in a nice sari, and you can wear a
suit, OK?"
"Sure, are you OK?"
"I'm fine, its just that last night was the first
time
Priya has not been with us, and although we're full of
joy for her, we've had to let her go before we
intended to."
"Priya's happy also, but I know she misses all of
you
too."
"Well, give her my love, and I'll see both of you
tomorrow."
We said our salaams and disconnected the line.
I returned to the dining room and filled Priya and Mom
in on my conversation with Adib. I also proffered the
thought that after the ceremony, Priya and I should go
to her school and update her records. Mom and Priya
thought that was a good idea.
Mom called Dad and informed him (to his relief) that
the civil ceremony would happen tomorrow. He said he'd
make reservations for a celebratory dinner tomorrow
evening.
Priya and I went out shopping. Just something to get
out of the house, finally be together in public
without a chaperone and just begin to enjoy our
married life. Priya bought some new clothes, and some
gifts for her family. We returned home in time to get
ready to have dinner when Dad got home.
It seemed strange at dinner that evening: my parents,
and my wife and I.
Priya dressed in a western style yellow sundress and
wore her black wavy hair down. Dad was in awe of her
and said, "Priya, I didn't realize how beautiful you
really are: you have the most beautiful hair!"
Priya gave us all a nice 'chocolate blush,' and said
giggling, "Father, I bet you say that to all the young
girls!"
Mom jokingly jumped in with "She's got your number
doesn't she?"
Dad just laughed and said, "Guilty as
charged."
I added my two cents with, "I think she's had his
number from day one!"
Dad said, "Yeah well don't tell anyone about it, I
have a reputation to protect."
Mom went into her protective mode and nonchalantly
asked Priya, "Has Sean sucked your toes yet?"
With that, Dad nearly choked on a green bean and
busted out laughing with Mom right behind him.
I was chuckling also and Priya looked at all of us and
said, "What: did I miss something?"
Mom said, "No dear, you'll find out soon
enough."
The rest of dinner went without any more shenanigans,
and we retired to the living room to watch a movie.
Priya and I sat on the love seat with Priya nestled in
the crook of my right side and she pulled my arm
across her shoulder to rest on her right breast. I
cupped her breast in my hand and she looked up and
smiled, and then looked back to the movie.
I began tracing slow circles around her bra-covered
bud, and I felt her nipple harden. She placed her left
hand on my thigh and every so often would squeeze my
thigh when she felt a shivered tingle. Her breathing
became a little quicker and deeper, but we made it
through the movie without drawing too much attention
to our escapades. When the movie was over, Priya and I
said goodnight and retired to the scene of our first
taste of bliss only hours before.
We said our evening prayers. I was thinking of last
night's conversation, and the internal conflict in her
earlier remarks. I fervently prayed for redemption
from my demon, and to live my life in satisfaction
with my wife: even into old age. Does she know? How
could she? At the moment, all I could think about was
my desire for her luscious, pubescent body and the
pleasures she could bring me.
We then began to get undressed for bed. Right as Priya
was pulling her sundress over her head, I grabbed her
around the waist and pulled her to me, and pressed my
hard on into the crease of her back. She pushed back a
little and said, "Do you want to make nasty with me
again?"
"Very nasty," I said.
"Sean," she began, "Just being near you
fills me with
such a need to be touched. All I can think about is
doing the things we did last night. I like being nasty
with you! Can we be nasty?"
"As nasty as you want," I said softly.
Priya spun around in my arms, leaned back to look me
in the eyes, and then reached around behind her and
unhooked her bra. She flung it to the floor and ground
herself into me and said, "Let's get undressed and
take a shower." She pulled away, pulled her panties
down in one swift motion and flung them with her foot
to the side, and then padded her dainty little butt to
the bathroom. I got undressed and followed her into
the bathroom, and then we stepped into the shower.
Priya then turned to face me running her finger up and
down her chocolate colored slit and with a wicked grin
said, "Would you like me to pee for you? Will you
taste me like last night?"
I looked down at her and said, "I'd taste you
whenever
I can got the chance," and knelt down in front of her.
Priya looked down at me with pure lust in her eyes and
meekly said, "Can we play a game?"
"Maybe… what kind of game?" I asked.
"Can we pretend you're an invading foreigner and
I'm
your captive slave, and you make me do nasty things
for your pleasure? Pretend to force me to do nasty
things?"
"Well… alright," I said, "But I don't
particularly
like the idea of force." As I was saying this, I felt
a sudden rush of power. She had touched a nerve: a
certain nerve, and that creaky closet door opened up
again in my mind. Priya was subconsciously feeding the
demon within me to play out a scene with an 11 year-
old girl—despite the fact the she was my wife—to
control a child for my own pleasure.
I stood, reached out to the towel rack and pulled a
hand towel off the rack and looked down at her. She
went into her charade mode and stood, eyes cast down,
turned slightly to the right with her left leg bent at
the knee and her hands folded in front, covering her
sex. I was rock hard!
I grabbed her shoulders and spun her around and
grabbed her wrists, her hands still covered in henna
painted designs. I brought them around behind her back
and tied them together, and turned her around to face
me.
I pulled her chin up to look at me and she pretended
to try and look away. I jerked her back to look at me
and she looked up. I told her, "You are mine, and
you'll do as I ask or you'll be punished. Do you
understand?"
Priya cast her eyes down and meekly said, "Please
sir,
please, don't hurt me."
"Silence! Spread your legs!"
Priya hesitated a moment, and then moved her legs
apart about two feet, and I said, "Wider!"
She then shuffled them apart another foot. I then sat
down between her legs and looked at her jewel. The
lower edge of her slit where her hole was, glistened
with her oils. I pried her pussy lips opened and
licked her juices, and she gave a small shuddering
hiss.
I then began to lick around her clitoral hood until
her little nubbin peeked out. She arched her pelvis
forward, and leaned into my mouth. I stopped my oral
ministrations, and she moaned out her displeasure.
I told her, "When I tap your leg, pee for me. When
I
tap it again, stop your flow. When I tap you again,
resume. Do you understand?"
Priya, in full slave mode pleaded, "Oh sir! Please
don't make me do this awful thing!"
"Silence!" I retorted, "Do you
understand? Do you wish
to be punished?"
Turning her head away to the left she meekly said,
"No
sir, I'll pee for you."
I pried her pussy lips open and ordered her, "Lean
your cunt into my mouth."
She bent slightly at the knees and slowly leaned her
gaping vulva to my mouth. With my mouth buried in her
slit and onto her clit, I began to torture her by
flicking my tongue over her exposed button. She
involuntarily quivered a couple of times, and I
lowered my mouth to her urethra. It was pulsing open
and closed. I placed my left hand behind her right
thigh and brought my right hand up and began to
massage her little clit. After she quivered twice, I
tapped her thigh. She shuddered a deep "Uuuuhh," and I
felt her pulse and slowly open.
Priya began to piss in a few halting dribbles and then
began to flow. She cried out "OH God! I'm peeing in
your mouth!" I continued teasing her clit as I drank
her warm, salty emission. When my mouth was full, I
tapped her again and she squeaked to sputtering halt,
and was breathing through her mouth.
After I swallowed, I tapped her again, and she began
to slowly flow. I did this three more times, and it
was becoming increasing harder for her to maintain
control of her bladder as she approached orgasm. I
then applied more pressure to her clitty as I tapped
her leg, and she immediately began to flow. I sucked
on her piss hole and attacked her clit with my finger;
and while still pissing in midstream, she groaned out
"Oh God!" and came hard.
Priya's knees buckled, and I had to catch her, piss
spraying my face, to keep her from falling backward
with her hands tied behind her back. Our bodies slick
with her emissions caused my hand to slip and I almost
dropped her.
I lowered her to sit on my thighs, and held her to me.
She was still quivering and panting through her mouth
as I stroked the side of her face.
I was now painfully erect and needing release, so once
her breathing somewhat steadied, I pulled her hair to
force her to look at me and I said, "Get up."
Once standing, I arose and looked down at her saying,
"On your knees!"
Still in a fog, I had to hold her under her armpits as
she struggled to kneel. Once on her knees, with hands
tied behind her back, she looked up at me with doe
eyes. I looked down at her, fisted my 7" pole and
tapped her on the chin with it. She gazed at my cock,
only inches from her lips, and I said, "Suck. Spill a
drop and I punish you!"
Priya leaned forward, planted a kiss on the head of my
cock and slowly took me into her mouth. I moved my
hands to the side of her head and grabbed her hair,
slowly fucking my cock in and out of her mouth. Priya
was definitely in the part, because she attacked the
head of my cock with her tongue, swirling and sucking
with passion. I tried to control myself, thrusting
only about tree inches into her mouth, but a couple of
times went overboard, causing her to gag.
I was caught up in the scene and couldn't control
myself any longer. My nuts tightened up and I said,
"Here it comes, take it all!" I thrust forward, threw
my head back and howled Aaahhh" and erupted into her
sucking mouth. She heaved, and her mouth opened for a
second to catch her breath, and some escaped from her
lower lip dripping down to her chin.
She was swallowing hard and fast to keep up because
I'd shot about three or four more spurts into her
waiting mouth. Once I'd finished spurting, I squeezed
out the remainder, and just let her gently suck the
glans before withdrawing from her mouth and releasing
my hands from her hair.
Priya was gasping, trying to regain her breath when
she looked up at me. Her eyes were glazed over and
looked submissive, and yet surprised by the intensity
of the scene we'd just played out. She had a string of
cum hanging from her chin and I watched it drop onto
the center of her chest, right between her breasts and
continued to run down to her navel.
After regaining my breath, I said to her, "Are you
thirsty?"
Priya then looked down submissively and nodded.
I said to her, "Put you head back and open your
mouth:
eyes on me."
She then sat back on her thighs, looked up at me and
opened her mouth.
I then ordered her, "Swallow what I give you,"
pointed
me dick at her mouth and slowly began to piss. I
caught her on the chin and as it splattered she closed
her eyes as I moved my stream up to her waiting mouth.
I filled her mouth and it began to overflow, so I
pinched off the flow. She swallowed and I continued
again, repeating this three times.
I then directed my stream down to coat both of her
breasts and said to her, "Lean back." She threw her
head back and obeyed and I finished by pissing
directly onto her exposed clit. Priya shuddered and
moaned out "OH God! I love you!"
I reached down and grabbed her by the shoulder to keep
her from falling backwards and hitting her head. I
then reached down and grabbed her under her armpits
and pulled her up to stand. I held her wet body in my
arms and said to her, "Are you alright?"
She began to cry softly and said, "Why do I like
this
so much? It's so nasty! Why does it hold such a
fascination to me?"
"I don't know, Baby," I replied softly,
"Sometimes we
don't understand why we like the things we do, but I
enjoy it also: does that mean we're both crazy?"
"I can't understand why it makes me burn inside to
do
these things, but it does. I thought that if I made
you 'force' me, I wouldn't like it so much, but I'm
kidding myself: I DO like it so!"
"Well, besides needing a shower afterwards, it's
harmless, don't you think? We're not hurting each
other, so why fret about it?"
"I don't know… it's as if a demon had taken over me
and I need to do this. I wonder if I'm normal to like
this sort of thing."
I know about demons, and I don't think it's a good
idea to play these games of force very often. I'm
afraid things might get out of hand."
"I trust you not to hurt me, Sean. If I didn't, I
wouldn't have asked."
"It's not you, it's me. I'm afraid my lust will
overtake me and I'll go too far, and make you think
less of me."
"It seems we both don't want to hurt each other,
but
can you accept me and my nasty feelings?"
Momentarily thinking of MY demon, I responded, "I
accept you unconditionally, if you can only come to
accept me."
Priya looked up at me quizzically and then steadfastly
said, "I will unconditionally try to fulfill all of
your desires, no matter what."
With an ironic chuckle, I said, ""You may not
realize
what that might entail."
"Wait and see," She said, "The vow has
passed my lips,
and I shall fulfill it."
Staring blankly at her for a moment, I thought of what
the implications of her words might possibly bring in
the future. Will I use her demon to feed mine? Or
would we be caught up in our lusts, she consuming me
or worse, destroying us both. Flinching in my gut as I
tried to again close that creaky door, I said, "We'll
see. Let's take a shower."
Priya giggled and shakily stood and I untied her hands
and turned on the water to shower. We washed each
other, toweled each other dry, then moved to the
bedroom.
We got into bed and immediately began the dance of
love, kissing each other trying to quench each other's
fires. Oh God, how I loved to suck her bulbous buds
and pretended to ingest the nourishing milk from her
developing nipples. Priya, sensing my need pulled me
to her sensitive breast buds as if to feed me what she
couldn't yet give.
I was consumed with the fires of passion, and dove
from her breasts directly to her pussy. I pulled her
legs up with her knees at her shoulders, splitting her
obscenely open and dove in. I completely engulfed her
tiny vulva in my mouth, slathering it with my tongue
and searching for her clit. We were both of the same
state of mind, and she said, "Yessss! Suck it! Suck my
baby pussy!"
Her vulgar orations fueled the fires of my lust,
making me realize that I was eating an 11 year-old
pussy. She was flowing like a river, oozing desire
from her winking, dripping cunt. Placing her arms over
the back of her thighs, she grabbed her ankles and
pulled back, trying to force herself into my feasting
mouth. Her anus was winking rapidly and when I saw it,
I thrust my pointed tongue right up her ass. She
moaned out, "Oh God! Sooo gooood! Sooooo nasty! Suck
it, suck my ass, and eat me!"
I pulled my tongue from her ass and panted out, "I
need to be inside you!"
Still prying her legs apart to show me her dark brown
star, she said, "I'm still too sore, put it in my ass,
fuck my ass!"
I didn't even bother with the lube. I pressed my
engorged member to her saliva coated anus, she then
grunted and pushed and I pressed inward. She was so
enflamed with desire I slipped right past her
sphincter and into her ass, and she let out a muffled
"Umpf."
I stopped as her muscle gripped my invading cock like
a vise and waited. I started with slow, deliberate
strokes and after about five minutes, I was soon balls
deep in her colon. She was on fire! Her ass was like a
raging furnace: so fucking hot! Like the night before,
she placed her feet on my hips and began to milk me
deep into her bowels.
Looking down at her distended, swollen and penetrated
ass, she was matching me thrust for thrust, and moaned
in a deep guttural tone, "Oh God, so deep! It feels
like I can taste you in my throat!" She was squeezing
me on the withdrawal while pushing away with her legs,
and releasing her muscle and sliding back down on with
my thrusts, panting a "Uuuhh" when I hit bottom.
I was on fire, and I was slapping my balls against her
tiny ass as hard as I could, trying to climb inside
her. I felt my nuts pull up and my legs begin to
tighten and cried out, I'm cummmmminnnnnggggg!"
Priya quickly flung herself backwards onto the bed,
wrapped her legs around my waist and pushed herself
off the bed from her shoulders down, and began to
orgasm with me. Her sphincter locked my cock in place
as I painfully continued, what seemed like forever, to
shoot off into her bowels.
She'd spasm with each spurt, clinching, milking my
cock. Priya, with her mouth open and eyes wide, was
almost catatonic. She had a trickle of saliva running
from the side of her mouth and making a low, guttural
sound. I collapsed on top of her and simply went limp.
Silently, Priya gently pushed me, and I rolled off of
her onto my back and just stared at the ceiling
panting.
She slowly rose from the bed and waddled to the
bathroom. After draining her ass on the toilet and
washing off, she brought back a washcloth and gently
cleaned my cock.
I managed to recover and asked her, "Are you
alright?"
She smiled and said, "I'm fine. A little sore and
weak
in the legs, but I'm fine."
"How's your ass? Are you sore?"
"No, but you must have put a liter inside me, it's
still running out of me!" We looked between her legs,
and sure enough, she had a trail running down the
inside of her thigh. She giggled and flopped on the
bed on her back, cum still leaking out of her ass.
"God! I'm such a nasty girl! Allah help me, I love
it
so much!"
"I love you Priya. God, I love you so!"
"I love you too, Sean. No matter what, I will NEVER
let you go!"
She rolled over, and I held her in a spooning
position. She lifted her leg, placed my deflated
member between her legs, and we both fell exhausted
into a sated slumber, cum still coating the inside of
her thighs
Continued in Chapter 11…
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