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Child Brides of India
By C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 9: Wedded Bliss (Mg, rom, cons, oral, ws,
anal)
As the limo pulled onto our street, Priya settled
herself back on the seat and straightened her Lengha.
She turned to me, and her warm, inviting smile had
returned. She giggled, and then gave me a quick
passionate kiss, finishing by gently biting my tongue.
She then said, "I love you, Sean Michaels!"
I replied, "And I love you, Priya Michaels!"
Finally!
Her first, married 'chocolate blush!'
As we pulled up the drive to the house, Mom opened the
door, and stood with the Koran in her hand. Once
stopped, I exited the limo and went around and opened
the door to retrieve my new bride.
Priya took my hand and stepped out of the car and
smiled, first at me and then at Mom. We walked hand in
hand to the porch, she let out a startled squeak when
I scooped her featherweight body up in my arms and
said, "Its a western custom to carry the bride over
the threshold."
"That's nice," she replied, "You can
carry me
anytime!"
I stepped to the doorway, and Mom held the Koran over
her head and we stepped through. Mom kissed Priya on
the cheek and said, "Priya, welcome to your new home
and a new life!"
We kind of struggled, the three of us, getting into
the hallway from the foyer with Mom back pedaling,
still holding the Koran over Priya's head, but we
managed. We were all laughing when I settled Priya on
her feet, and then we went into the living room. Mom
had made some tea, and we drank as she prattled on
about what a beautiful bride Priya was and how moving
she thought the ceremony was.
I knew Priya probably wanted to change into something
more comfortable, so I took her upstairs and showed
her to our bedroom. She blushed when we entered and
she saw the bed, so to make her feel more at ease, I
showed her where her clothes had already been put
away. I then said, "I'll let you change, I'll be
downstairs with Mom, OK?"
She replied, "Thanks for being so patient with me,
I'll be down in a few minutes. I love you."
"I love you too," I replied. I then left the
room
closing the door behind me and headed downstairs to
the living room.
Talking with Mom, I related the events in the limo on
the way home. She was visibly concerned and said to
me, "Sean, be very, very patient with her. She may not
be ready tonight, so take it slow and be gentle with
her. I want you to make her first time something
she'll cherish. Make this her night and about pleasing
her.
I'm sorry son, but I can't give you any advice about
making love to a girl this young. If she's ready, and
as long as you're patient enough to get her aroused,
going through puberty with her hormones raging, she'll
react like any normal woman: maybe more passionately.
Just don't push her, do you understand?"
"Yes Mom, I do."
"Good. She's your wife, Sean. Kindling the passion
that will last her entire life begins with tonight.
Hush, I think she's coming now."
Priya stepped into the living room wearing an emerald
green, hand painted sari with sandals on her henna
painted feet. Her hair was still pinned up, and I
couldn't wait to see her luxurious long hair down for
the first time.
Priya came and sat next to me and laid her hand on my
thigh, and said, "I know this may sound funny, but I
just realized something."
Mom said, "What's that?"
Priya giggled and said, "I just realized, I don't
need
a chaperone any more!"
We all laughed, and Mom put in, "That's right baby,
you can be as naughty as you want! Just like your Me
Ma!"
Priya giggled, blushed and said, "Yes, I'll have to
find out if what she said is true!"
Mom busted out laughingly said, "You go girl!"
By the
way, doesn't Sean have a task yet to perform?"
Giggling, Priya said, "Yes he does." Looking
at me and
upturning her painted palms, she said, "Before you can
ravage and defile me, you have to find both of our
names: one on each palm. Ready to start?"
"Sure," I said, "How hard can it
be?" Both women
looked at each other and smiled.
The artistry and detail of the designs was mind-
boggling! Have you ever tried to find a brown button,
on the forest floor during full-blown autumn? I looked
and I looked. I was looking for half and hour before I
found Priya's name in her right palm, and it took me
another 15 minutes to find mine in her left.
We all laughed, and I jokingly said to Priya, "The
task is finished, and I await the prize. Are you ready
to be ravaged and defiled?"
Playfully swooning and laying her forearm across her
face, she looked at Mom and said, "Oh dear Madam! Is
there no one present to protect this child and her
virtue?"
Mom and I looked at each other, and I think we both
realized at the same time that Priya was initiating a
charade to conceal her anxiety. Playing along, we then
both looked at her and said, "Nope."
Bowing her head between her outstretched, crossed arms
as if a slave, she said, "Doom, O doom! I am to be
speared and my honor torn asunder! Please be merciful
and use a small dagger instead."
Chuckling, I dastardly replied, "Me thinks I shall
use
the broadsword instead, off with you now to the
bedchamber!"
With that, I grabbed her outstretched hands and pulled
her to the floor. Continuing the charade, I slowly
pull her to the stairs with her walking on her knees.
When we reached the living room doorway, she jumped to
her feet and into my arms, laying her head in the nape
of my neck, she softly said, "Carry me please."
Mom had tears in her eyes, and she simply gave me a
nod, and I turned to carry my bride upstairs.
Once in our bedroom, I sat Priya down on the love seat
in the attached sitting room. I kissed her and said,
"Are you ready to consummate our love?"
She touched the side of my face with the palm of her
hand and softly replied, "I'm a woman in name, and
now, I'm ready to become a woman in life," then gave
me a nice 'chocolate blush' and shyly smiled.
There is one last Muslim tradition concerning the
wedding night. The groom washes the bride's feet in a
washbowl, and then sprinkles some of the water around
the room. Then both the bride and groom say some
specific prayers.
I arose and went to the bathroom to retrieve the
washbowl and towel, and then returned to her in the
sitting room.
As I removed the sandals from her tiny feet, I
remembered how I had memorized every detail of her
tiny foot the first night we met. The tops of her feet
were now covered with intricate henna designs, and I
couldn't help thinking that they looked even more
erotic, in an exotic kind of way.
I kissed her left foot on the top of her toes, and
then removed the sandal from her right foot, and
repeated the kiss. I then lowered her feet into the
washbowl, slowly massaging each foot with a hand. I
then dried her feet with the towel, and as I sprinkled
the water around the bedroom, I said the following
prayer:
"O Allah! Bless me with her affection, love and her
acceptance of me; and make me pleased with her, and
bring us together in the best form of a union and in
absolute harmony; surely You like lawful things and
dislike unlawful things."
Priya then repeated the same prayer (substituting
"him" for "her").
I then placed my hand on her forehead and prayed
again:
"O Allah! I have taken her as Your trust and have made
her lawful for myself by Your words. Therefore, if You
have decreed for me a child from her, then make him or
her blessed and pious from among the followers of the
Family of Muhammad [peace be upon him and them]; and
do not let Satan have any part in him or her."
I then picked her up and walked into the bedroom. I
set her down on the edge of the bed. She was now
looking down, obviously very shy and a little
uncomfortable, so I took off my sherwani and shirt. I
sat on the bed next to her and then took off my shoes
and socks. I again stood and removed my pants leaving
me only in my boxers, and then sat beside her on the
bed. She looked at me indirectly with a blushing smile
and an embarrassed little giggle. I took both her
hands in mine and pulled her to her feet and
positioned her about 2 feet in front of and facing me,
and then let her hands fall to her sides.
Priya then looked at me and shyly smiled, then slowly
began to unwrap her sari, her eyes never left mine
until she had to untuck the end from her petticoat.
She then folded the cloth neatly, stepped to the chair
and laid it over the back. She then, with her back to
me, unbuttoned the choli. As she slowly slid it off
her shoulders to reveal her training bra, she looked
over her shoulder at me. She then folded it and put it
in the chair. With her back still towards me, she
reached around to her back, unclipped her bra, and
slowly let it fall from her shoulders. I gazed at her
tiny frame, her small shoulders and her smooth,
flawless, milk chocolate colored back. At this point,
I was so hard it actually hurt.
She then, with both hands reached up to the back of
her head, and began to unpin her hair. It fell in
pieces until the last few pins were pulled. Her hair
fell, cascading down her back to her waist like a
blue-black cloak, covering her entire back. Priya
leaned her head back and shook her head back and forth
a couple of times, spreading her long wavy mane across
her back. She then unfastened her petticoat, slowly
lowering it with one hand to the floor and stepped out
of it one foot at a time placing it folded in the
chair.
As the petticoat began to slip from her developing
hips, I could see her perfectly shaped tiny, round
butt come into view, hidden in a pair of lacey, white
panties. As she bent to step out of her petticoat, I
could see the small outline of her panty covered pussy
lips peeking out from between her legs just below her
little butt cheeks.
I don't know if it was out of fear, or shyness,
whether she did it intentionally or by accident, but
the slowness of her unveiling was so intensely erotic
to me, I had to summon all my strength not to step
over to her and fling her onto the bed!
Priya stood there for a moment, reached up behind her
head with both hands, and parted her hair in half; she
then pulling it over her shoulders to conceal her
breasts, and slowly began to turn to face me.
Throughout her entire disrobing, she didn't utter a
word. With her head and eyes down, either out of
shyness or submission, she slowly walked toward me and
stood in front of me where she had begun with her
hands folded in front covering her panty covered
jewel.
As she stood before me, I drank in every single inch
of her, starting at her dainty, henna painted feet and
slowly followed her slender, shapely legs upward. Her
thighs were thin, but well shaped, and even with her
legs closed, there was a triangular space at the top
of her thighs just under her vulva. Her hips were just
beginning to develop, and tapering slightly to her
waist. When she saw I was looking at her center, she
slowly unfolded her hands and moved them to her sides.
Although covered, it appeared that she had a
prominent, fleshy mons venerus, with plump lips that
were clearly discernable through her panties.
Her flat, smooth stomach was accentuated with a
dimpled, "innie" belly button. As my gaze traveled
upwards, her blue-black hair covered her torso and
chest completely. I saw her slender shoulders and then
her face. She smiled at me with a look of longing in
her eyes as if hanging on the edge: waiting, watching,
and even needing my approval.
I smiled softly at her and said, "I love you with
all
my heart! You are the most beautiful creature I have
ever seen! You're stunning Priya!"
She smiled gently and as her tears began to drop to
the carpet, she softly said, "I love you Sean, and I'm
ready for you, but I'm frightened. I don't know what
to do, and I'm afraid I won't be pleasing to you.
Standing before you, exposed to you, I'm aware I'm
still a girl, not fully grown, and want so much for
you to be pleased with me."
I took her hands in mine and placed them on my
shoulders. I then put my hands on her hips, pulled her
slowly to me and then moved my hands up her smooth
back as she neared. She wrapped her arms around my
head as I placed my head between her hair-covered
breasts. She cradled me in her arms like a mother
comforts a child.
Once embraced, I kissed the side of her hair-covered
breast and said, "You are, my love, more than enough
woman for me. I have burned so deeply for you, and it
grows with each passing moment." I looked into her
eyes and continued, "Don't worry, my sweet, all I ask
of you is to withhold nothing from me. Tell me what
you're feeling, what you want, what you like, don't
deny or hold back what you feel, and release yourself
to experience things without restraint. Tonight is
about you: making YOU happy and pleased. If you can do
that for me, you'll give me more pleasure than I can
imagine. OK?"
"I trust you, my husband, and I promise I'll try to
do
as you ask," she replied, looking down at me with a
smile.
"May I see your breasts?"
"They're small and immature: I've only started to
grow
this past half year."
Gently pushing her away, I raised my hands to her
shoulders, ready to part her hair to her back. As I
started to slowly pull her hair away to expose her
chest, I said, "What you have is enough. I accept you
as you are, and I love you."
I didn't know what to expect. I'd never seen the
developing breasts of a pubescent girl and had only
fantasized about their shape and color. What I saw
made me gasp in wonder and a low groan escaped my
lips.
Priya's breasts were truly just developing. She had
about an inch of actual breast pad that conically
tapered sharply to a bulbous, puffy, dark brown areola
that was slightly tubular in shape with a rounded top,
and her unseen nipple was laying flat against the
surface of her areola. Just the palm of my hand could
cover her entire breast.
I brought my shaking hands up her stomach to cup her
tiny breasts, and when I passed the pads of my fingers
across her areola, two tiny, pencil eraser-sized
nipples immediately hardened and popped out. They
looked like two quarter sized, dark chocolate Hershey
kisses sitting on her chest
The moment my fingers made contact with her nipples,
she instinctively leaned against my hands inviting
more contact, and looking down said, "Oooh, that
tingles!" I tweaked her nipples a few moments longer
and her breathing quickened. As I brought my mouth to
her left breast, she enfolded my head in her arms and
pulled me to her. I sampled her candy like breast with
several licks: first around her areola, then across
the nipple itself before engulfing her entire breast
in my mouth, circling my tongue around her entire
breast. She moaned "Oh, God!" And I feasted some more,
moving to her other breast. She hugged my head to her
chest hard, as if trying to pull me into her with her
head down and her hair completely covering my head.
She was breathing heavily through her nose while
quivering every so often, and I felt her knees begin
to weaken.
Regrettably, I left her breasts and pulled her onto
the bed to my right. I crawled up to lay beside her
and kissed her passionately. I broke the kiss and
looked into her eyes. Priya dreamily looked like she
was in a far away place and softly uttered "Uuum.
Momma never said it would be like this."
I chuckled and said, "I guess she wanted you to
find
out on your own. Your breasts may be just starting to
grow, but they sure are sensitive, aren't they? Are
you ready to continue?"
With her eyes closed and a smile on her face, she
softly replied, "Ravage and defile me, you dirty
beast!"
I started laying little kisses all over her face: her
eyes, forehead, the tip of her nose, and cheeks. As I
kissed her chin, Priya moved her arms up and laid them
above and framing her head. I then moved down her
throat and around the base of her neck leaving a trail
of kisses and little love nips. I lightly ran my
tongue up the side of her neck to the back of her ear,
and then nipped her earlobe, and Priya responded with
a soft, deep "Hmmm."
While I was planting my kisses, my hand was gently
caressing her shoulders, collarbones and the upper
part of her chest area above her breasts. Circling my
hand from under her left armpit, I noticed a couple of
fine hairs starting to grow there. I moved to the
underside of her left breast and encased it with my
hand. As I pressed her breast with the palm of my hand
in a circular motion, she lifted slightly to increase
the sensations she was feeling with an "Mmmmmm, I like
that." I moved to her right breast tracing her areola
and nipple with feather touches for a few moments and
her breathing deepened. Starting at her sternum with
my fore and middle fingers, I lightly traced a line
straight down and began to circle her navel a few
times, kissing her passionately and again returned to
suck her entire left breast in my mouth. I gently laid
my hand flat on her solar plexus and moved downward.
When my hand reached her mons veneris, the leading
edge of my middle finger slipped over the fleshy
padded precipice of her public bone, and it naturally
fell to lie at the top of her crease. She immediately
rolled her hips down into the bed, clamped her legs
together with a surprised "Oh my!" I again kissed her
deeply and she relaxed, she brought her pelvis back up
and opened her legs enough to give me the access I
desired. I cupped her whole vulva in my hand and she
moaned in my mouth. She was now breathing deeply
through her nose in quick, deep breaths. I then began
to stroke up and down her entire vulva with my middle
finger pressing into her crease and my fore and ring
fingers on her outer lips. Priya broke the kiss and
was panting audibly and began a slow sensuous rocking
of her pelvis: upward as I moved to her panty covered
vaginal entrance and gently pressing inward, and then
she'd rock her pelvis downward to increase the
pressure on her little clit as I brought my hand back
up. After several strokes back and forth, her panties
were noticeably wet, so I brought my hand up and under
the waistband and down again to her grotto.
Priya's mons was very fleshy, prominent and
indescribably soft with a small tuft of baby fine hair
at the center, right above her crease. I could feel
the pronounced upside down teardrop opening that
exposed a protruding clitoral hood with her little
button peeking out. When I touched it, she pressed
upward, quivered, and gasped. As I slid my three
fingers down the length of her lips, they felt as soft
as cashmere! She was so slick with her juices, my
middle finger slipped easily into her folds. I pressed
downward all the way to her little starred anus and
circled it. She let out a gasp and then said "Oh my!
There too? It feels nice."
I circled her anus a few more times, traced my finger
back up her perineum to her entrance and pressed in
gently. She let out a small "Ow." I felt her hymen
about a half-inch inside her entrance and pressed
against it gently. It gave a little, and I thought it
might not hurt her too much when I broke through, and
I then backed out, dragging her juices up to her clit.
When I brought the pad of my finger across her clit
and began to draw circles around it, she had lifted
her hips, quivering with each couple of circles. Her
breathing was now coming in short, deep, panting
gasps, and she was covered with a sheen of sweat when
she managed to utter, "Oh my God, I'm going to
explode!" She grabbed my hand with both of hers, and
went rigid letting out a low guttural "Uuuuuhhhh." I
cupped her vulva and gently pressed, in a circular
rubbing motion. Still rigid with her legs clamps shut,
she flinched while grunting "Unngh" about three times,
then fell limp back to the bed. I had given my eleven
year-old bride her first orgasm.
Priya had let go of my hands and hers were resting on
her thighs. She was licking her lips and panting in
gasps with her eyes still closed, trying to recover
from her first taste of orgasmic bliss. As she
regained her breathing and began to calm down, she was
saying something in Tamil in a very low soft tone. I
lifted her head and gave her a couple of sips of
water. She then opened her eyes and looked at me,
still in a fog, and said, "What was that? Did I pee
myself? I'm soaked down there! I saw lights and then
it felt like everything inside me exploded!"
I told her, "No sweetheart, you didn't pee
yourself,
you wetness shows you're very excited and ready for
intercourse. That, my dear, was called an orgasm, or
cumming. How do you like your ravaging so far?"
With a giggle, Priya rolled over on top of me
straddling me and said, "Oh God Sean, I never ever
expected to feel anything like that! I like cumming a
lot!" She then must have felt the iron rod poking her
between her legs because she pushed herself up on her
elbows, looked down and said "Oh my! Is that what I
think it is?"
I smiled and said, "It sure is! I think he wants
some
attention!"
With childish inquisitiveness, Priya looked at me and
said, "Can I see it?"
She rolled off of me onto her side and propped her
head up on her arm. She looked down at my tented
boxers and began tracing my cock up and down with her
hand. Looking back up at me she said, "Can I ask you
something?"
"Sure, ask me anything."
"Momma told me something last night that I didn't
understand. She said that I must never show you
disrespect and spill your seed carelessly on the
ground: what did she mean?"
”I’m not sure, but I think she meant for you to take it
into your body."
"Does that mean that if you, what's that word again—
cum? That I have to make sure it goes into my vagina
every time"
“There's more than one way to do what you mother
suggests to receive it, baby."
”Tell me, how else can I show you respect?"
”There are three ways you can receive it. First, there
is oral sex: that's when you put me in your mouth and
suck me, and when I cum, swallow it. Second, you can
receive it during intercourse, in your vagina, or,
there's also anal sex."
"Anal? You mean you put your thing in my
butt?"
"Yes, some couples do that, and some women enjoy it
if
it's done carefully and gently."
"Will we do that?"
"If you'd like to try it."
"I'm not sure if I'd like that, but… if it feels
good,
I'd like you to teach me every way there is to please
you."
"Before we get any further, I think that now that
we're married, we can speak in terms and use words
that may sound dirty or vulgar if spoken outside the
bedroom, but is acceptable with lovers."
"Oh, you mean the nasty words like fuck?"
"Yes, that's one of them, but there's also others
that
describe body parts. Such as tits or titties, your
vagina can be called a cunny, cunt, or a pussy. And
your back door is an ass or ass hole.
"I think I like cunny or pussy best."
"OK. A man's penis is called a prick, dick, cock
and a
bunch of other names.
"I like cock or dick."
There are also terms for various sex acts such as with
oral sex. When a woman sucks a man's dick, it's called
fellatio or a blowjob. When a man licks a woman, it's
called cunnilingus or eating pussy."
"Can we, I mean I talk like that to you?"
"Sure, what's said between you and me is
private."
"OK… Sean, can I now see your… cock?"
Who was I to deny an inquisitive child? I just smiled
and nodded.
Priya jumped to her knees and scooted down the bed.
She looked at be with a sheepish grin the slowly
reached for the waistband on my boxers. I lifted my
hips as she slowly pulled them down, catching the head
of my dick in the waistband. She giggled and pried my
boxers over my dick and it sprang free. When she'd
gotten my cock into full view, she stopped and said,
"Oh my God, Me Ma was wrong! How's that g-g-going to
fit in my little p-p-pussy? You'll split me open!"
"Don't worry too much, I think it'll fit."
She looked at me with a 'Yeah… right' kind of look and
finished pulling my boxers off. She then slowly
approached my cock with a little trepidation; she
slowly reached out with her hand and encircled it with
her tiny fingers. She played with it a few minutes,
felt all around my balls, lifting them as if to weigh
them, and then returned to slowly jerk me up and down.
"I don't think this spear with fit in my butt," she
said with a sly grin.
"You'd might be surprised," I said.
'What's that clear stuff coming out of the end?"
"That's precum, it helps lubricate things for
intercourse."
With that, she leaned forward, and with a slow,
tentative swipe of her tongue, licked the drop off.
She said, "A little salty, but I like your taste."
Priya looked up at me and said, "What do I do now,
tell me."
I told her, "Lick it like a lollipop all around the
head; the underside of that ridge that comes to a "V"
is very sensitive. When you put it in your mouth, be
very careful with your teeth: cover your teeth with
your lips."
Priya then stuck out her tongue and slowly licked
around the head, and licked up another drop of precum.
Holding the shaft about midway down my 7" length, she
then slowly opened her mouth to take me in. When her
opened mouth was directly over the head of my cock, I
felt the sudden warmth of her breath on my wet, cool
member, and I almost shot off before she took me in!
She placed her lips about midway over the head and
slid me into her mouth, and I felt her stop as her
lips slid over the helmet of my glans. I was in
sensory shock! Shock in feeling Priya's warm mouth
engulfing me, and the shock in knowing that it was an
11 year-old girl doing it! Although about 7" long, I'm
only about an inch and a half in diameter, not what
one would call thick.
Priya must have gauged how much she could fit in her
small mouth because she lowered her mouth about 3
inches to the top of her hand, and slightly gagged. I
told her, " Don't take too much at first, it takes
time and practice to take more." She nodded with my
cock still in her mouth and slowly began to swirl her
tongue around the head and back down. I noticed (and
felt) her applying a small amount of suction as she
pulled out by the slight concave shape of her cheeks.
She responded when I softly said, "A little faster,"
and she picked up a little speed. I felt my nuts start
to tighten up and I was going to warn her I was about
to come when she suddenly stopped and pulled her mouth
off of my cock!
She looked up with wet lips and said, "How will I
know
when you're gonna shoot it out in my mouth?"
I was THAT close! Damn!
Gasping, trying to catch my breath, I said, "The
head
will get slightly bigger in your mouth and if you cup
my balls, you'll feel them sort of draw up into my
body. When you feel that, I'm gonna shoot: just pull
back, leaving the head in your mouth and swirl your
tongue around the head."
Well, there's a good side and a bad side to
everything. The bad part was, I was close, and now,
had to build back up to the peak. The good side was I
got to do it all over again!
Priya then seemed to sense my frustration because she
lowered her mouth and starting slowly, and quickly had
me on the brink again. I again felt that tingling in
my balls, and my legs start to tighten, and I said,
"I'm gonna cum! Priya went "Hhhhhmmmmm," and with the
vibration of her reply, I fired the first shot into
the back of her throat groaning loudly, and a white
light flashing in my eyes. I guess she didn't expect
me to shoot with that much force, and she heaved a
little, some escaped her lips before she could swallow
when the second salvo hit her and a third right after
that. She'd recovered and I could feel her mouth
tightened as she swallowed three or four times, she
then slowly pumped the remainder into her mouth and
swallowed.
I lay there, panting trying to speak, and Priya had
her head on my stomach with my cock in her mouth
gently sucking the head. I had to push her off my
oversensitive glans; she looked up and said, "I'm
sorry I spilled some." She then began to lick my shaft
and her hand to retrieve what she'd spilt.
She then looked up at me and said, "Gosh, you sure
squirted a liter of that stuff! Did I do it right? Did
I make you happy?"
Still zoned out in post-climactic shock, I replied,
"If it was any better, I'd have gone to meet Allah!"
She giggled, climbed up to me and kissed me. I could
taste myself on her lips as we lay there just holding
and kissing each other. I was stroking her back and
moved down to encase her left butt cheek in my hand
when I realized she still had her panties on.
Something came over me as I reached inside her panties
to hold her little bare butt cheek, my fingertips
coming in contact with her pussy lips. I was filled
with such a sudden and powerfully consuming feeling,
and then it suddenly became very clear to me. Although
I loved Priya more than my own life, I was now going
to feast on a child. I was going to taste every inch
of her, and take her innocence and I would have her
two remaining virginities before this night ended. And
I knew… at that moment, I knew… I knew I would never,
ever want to live without the physical love of a
child. Would my love for Priya overcome this
realization, as she got older? Would I take another
wife? And another? Being so close, would Priya sense
or know or comprehend this newfound realization? Is
this who I really am? Has the devil led me to convert
to Islam, and here to India, to legally dine on the
innocent charms children?
It's amazing how quickly one can conjure up fictitious
and insidious rationalizations to lie to the mind to
motivate us to do what we know consciously is wrong. I
used the rationalization of my love for Priya as my
excuse to continue: I was doing it out of love for my
wife on our wedding night, and that was the truth in
my motive. The worst lie of all is the one served on a
dish, marinated and garnished in truth, but what is to
follow? With that, I again, slowly closed that creaky
door to my consciousness and buried it the cellar of
my mind.
I rolled Priya onto her back and kissed her
passionately on the mouth. Her tiny mouth was almost
wide open to match my partially parted lips. Her tiny
tongue danced with mine as we sought each other's
taste. I began kissing her on the right shoulder and
moved across her upper chest leaving wet tongue trails
until I again latched onto her left breast. She was
cradling my head in her hands as I feasted first on
the left breast, sucking, licking and nipping her
nipple, and then moved to the right one.
I then began to kiss my way down her torso to her
stomach, and circled her navel with my tongue, stuck
my tongue inside and licked it, and she giggled. I
began to kiss her in a straight line until I reached
her panty covered mons and laid a lingering kiss right
at the precipice with my bottom lip resting at the top
of her crease, and she let out an audible squeak,
rolling her hips upward to increase the contact.
I then moved to her right hip and began kissing her
down the center and inside of her thigh. Priya opened
her legs, expecting me to move to her center, and I
saw the gusset of her panties was soaked. I lifted her
leg and began to kiss my way down her calf until I
reached her ankle. I kissed all around her ankle and
the top of her henna painted foot. Priya's foot was so
small I sucked all of her toes into my mouth, and
began alternating between sucking and licking in
between them. When I licked the sole of her foot, she
pulled back a little giggling saying, "That tickles!"
I then lowered her right leg and began to administer
the same to her left foot. I kissed up her left calf
and circled her knee with my tongue, and then began a
zig zag kissing and licking trail from the top of her
thigh to the inside, kissing her thigh right alongside
her left cunt lip until I returned to the center of
her mons.
I placed my hands on her hips and reached for her
waistband. As I hooked my fingers inside and began to
pull her panties down, out of shyness, she covered her
eyes with her forearm and slowly lifted her hips. When
her mons venerus appeared, She was completely bare
save the little tuft of soft fine black hairs right in
the center above her crease. As I pulled her panties
down, her vulva came into view. Her fleshy mons sloped
downward between her legs with smooth, hairless,
plump, puffy pussy lips that were a slightly darker
brown than her surrounding skin color. At the top of
her slit was a pronounced coral pink hood, with the
tip of her little nubbin peeking out. I pulled her
panties off of her feet and she placed her feet
together flat on the bed, under her butt with her
knees slightly bent. I gently pulled her legs open and
she let them fall to the sides, with the soles of her
feet almost touching. Her plump lips were still mostly
closed, and with my hands on the inside of her thighs,
massaged upward, and rubbed up and down alongside the
crease where her thighs met her pussy lips.
Priya was now breathing heavily through her mouth,
with her forearm still covering her face. With the
flat of my tongue, I licked her smooth pussy lips from
her perineum to her mons. She let out a gasp, and when
I touched the tip of her clit with my tongue, Priya
gasped, shuddered and at the same time said, "Oh God,
yes! Right there!" Her pubescent pussy looked like a
chocolate peach, with the feel of a cashmere pashmina!
With my thumbs, I peeled open the petals of her flower
to reveal a bright coral pink interior. Her inner lips
were thin and faded away to nothing at the sides at
her virginal opening, with no excess of skin. I licked
her perineum and started upward, pausing at her little
hole. It was a pinkish red opening about a quarter
inch in diameter and was weeping a milky white,
translucent almost clear nectar than ran down to her
ass. I licked the ambrosia, pressed my tongue inside
sucking up her nectar and gently pushed against her
hymen. She squeaked a soft "Ouch, it hurts a little."
She then wrapped her legs around my neck and draped
her legs behind my back. I continued licking up to
her clit and began tracing circles around her little
nubbin. She exhaled deeply and rotated her hips upward
to feed herself into my mouth. I then sucked her
entire clit: hood and all, into my mouth and began
flicking my tongue across her clitty with a vengeance.
With her hands in my hair pulling me into her, she
gasped, bucked upward, and in a deep groan from within
her, she panted out, "Oh my God, I'm cumming!" As she
bucked upward, she locked my head in a vise-like grip
and went rigid. She flinched three times uttering a
"Uuuhh" with each shudder, then went limp on the bed.
Priya lay there with her eyes closed, her little
breasts heaving, while still panting through her
mouth. She still had her legs splayed open, and her
little cunny was wet from my oral ministrations and
her juices still weeping from her grotto.
I rose up and placed my hands on the bed, one on each
side of her chest and supported myself. I placed my
steel hard cock inside her crease with her pussy lips
surrounding my cock and began to slowly slide up and
down her crack, rotating my hips down and then up to
stimulate her clit with the head of my cock. Priya
responded by wrapping her legs around my waist,
grabbed my forearms and rotated her hips downward on
my upstroke to increase the pressure. She was
breathing in a heavy pant, when she said very, very
softly, "Please put it in."
I said, "What did you say, darling?"
"Please Sean, please put it in me."
I reached for the tube of KY on the nightstand, and
although she was sopping wet, I coated my cock and
placed the head against her entrance and gently pushed
until I could feel the pressure against her hymen. I
asked her, "Are you ready my love?" She looked at me
with a slight bit of apprehension, biting her lip and
nodded as she closed her eyes. As I gently pushed
forward, Priya locked her legs behind me and suddenly
rotated her hips forward, bursting through her
maidenhead and impaling herself. I felt a slight bit
of resistance, then suddenly thrust into her about two
inches. She flinched and with a whimpered hiss said,
"OH my God that burns, please wait a moment!"
With my right hand, I rubbed her left breast and asked
her, "Are you alright? Let me know when you're ready
to go on." With tears running down her temples, Priya
looked up to see her pussy lips stretched almost
obscenely wide and thin, with my cock buried inside
her. She laid her head back down and said, "My God, I
can feel you're really inside me! I think I'm alright
now, just go slow, OK?" I pulled back out slowly,
leaving just the head inside and began to slowly push
forward.
Being inside her, she was hot: very hot; and so
indescribably velvety soft. She was incredibly tight;
it was like a smooth, wet vise! It was slow going, but
after about five minutes of slowly rocking back and
forth, she began to relax and loosen up with her
flowing juices enough for me to begin slow, small
thrusts of about two inches, until I had about five
inches inside her. Another half inch or so, I bumped
her cervix, where I stopped. Priya felt it too and
squeaked "Ow." I pulled back out a little and then
began to rock back and forth while she began to again
rotate her hips upward to meet my slow thrusts.
As I began to pick up the pace, her breath quickened
and she was working her hips in time with my thrusts
as both of us started to climb the pinnacle. I began
to feel that tingle in my balls again, and she must
have sensed it because her wrapped her arms around my
chest, pulling herself up off the bed to embrace me.
That action, combined with her rotating her hips
downward, forced her weight onto my cock, and I
slipped another half inch or more inside her. Priya
shuddered and began rocking back and forth with such
force, I simply held still because the stimulation she
was putting on the head of my cock was indescribable!
I had pushed past her cervix and into her fornix and I
could feel the head of my dick right against the end
of her vagina and the mouth of her cervix was rubbing
against the top ridge on the head of my cock. I
groaned out, "I'm gonna shoot, here it comes!" She
moaned out a deep, primal groan and pressed downward
as I began to explode. When she felt the first shot,
she shuddered and said, "So hot! Oh my God! I can feel
you filling me," and she locked up and began a
rhythmic quivering and didn't stop, as I fired about
four or five more spurts into her, her muscles were
locked around me so tight, I could actually feel the
cum forcing its way up the length of my cock! She was
clinging to me quivering with her mouth open trying to
breath but couldn't speak. I could feel each spurt
wash back against and around the head of my cock and
backwards. It was the most incredible sensation I've
ever felt! My eyes rolled back in my head as Priya was
having a continuous orgasm, panting a guttural
"Uuuhhh" with each shuddering contraction that was
sucking the cum right out of me, and then she fainted.
My knees started to buckle, so I turned and fell onto
the bed on my back with Priya, still wrapped around
me, on top of me while we were still joined together.
She folded her legs alongside my hips and was laying
on my chest, still breathing in heavy pants for a
minute before her breathing started to return to
normal. I could feel her heart beating against my
chest, and it was still beating pretty fast. Even
though we'd both climaxed a minute or so ago, Priya
was still having spasms, clinching my cock that felt
as if she was trying to pull my softening member back
into her.
I laid there stroking the side of her face and
brushing her hair with my fingers when she finally
regained her breathing and come down from her orgasmic
bliss; she kissed my chest and softly said, "I could
actually feel our spirits intertwined, and I actually
felt as one with you. I love you so much Sean. I never
knew love could ever be this way, and I never could
have dreamed of having or experiencing the feelings
I've shared with you, my husband."
I looked up at her soft, sweet smile and into her
eyes, and I felt at that moment that I could see
myself wrapped inside the warmth of those deep, dark
obsidian black eyes. They were hers… but different.
That innocent sparkle seemed to be replaced with a
deep, and soft love that now glowed with the
smoldering embers of passion.
I began to weep. As I heard her words, I too had no
way to put into words what I'd experienced with my 11
year old bride. Priya had done as I requested and
withheld nothing from me; she trustingly gave herself
over to me to guide into womanhood. I was intoxicated
with her love, her passion. I thought for a moment
that if love can truly conquer all, I willed myself to
believe that if I'm to be redeemed of my demon, it
will be through her unconditional love.
Priya then reached under the pillow and withdrew a
white, cotton muslin cloth. I asked her, "What's that
for?"
She responded with, "It will be the evidence of my
innocence and consummation to my parents." She then
slowly began to lift herself off of me, placing the
cloth between her legs to catch the evidence of our
union. She held it over her oozing hole and with an
"Ooooh" and a hissed intake of breath, she wiped our
combined emissions with the cloth said, "I'm kinda
tender." Priya then held up her cloth-covered hand,
showing me the pinkish red semen deposit in the center
of her hand. She laid the cloth out flat on the
nightstand to dry.
With a giggle, she bounded from the bed and I saw her
tiny chocolate brown butt cheeks bouncing off to the
bathroom and she said over her shoulder, "I have to
pee." With an instant kinky thought of curiosity, I
rose from the bed and followed behind her. She sat on
the bowl and looked up quizzically and said, "What: do
you want to watch?"
I smiled and said, "Yes, very much."
She gave me a chocolate blush, giggled and said,
"You
are a very naughty man! OK, I'll pee for you." She
then spread her legs wide on the seat, and reached
down and spread her pussy lips with her thumbs. I must
have filled her to capacity because I could see she
was still oozing my semen from her closed little cunny
hole. I heard her bear down, her urethra pulsed open
and closed twice, then slowly opened again and with a
giggle, her amber flow began to hiss into the bowl.
Kneeling, I reached down between her legs, letting her
flow cascade over my hand. I brought my hand up and
began to massage her clit as she peed. She pulled back
a little with an "Oh," while finishing in halted
spurts. I brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted
her. She gasped and said, "Oh my! That's nasty! What
does it taste like?"
"Warm, and a little salty," I replied, and
continued,
"I love your taste!"
Priya looked at me amazed for a second and recovered
with, "Do I please you that much? If you so desire,
I'll pee for you whenever you wish."
"You do please me in every way, and yes, I'd like
to
do this again." Standing, I then said to her, "Keep
your legs spread, I have to pee too." She looked up at
me through her lashes with a devilish grin and said,
"Pee for me."
I aimed between her legs, relaxed and began to piss. I
brought my stream up between her open pussy lips and
over her clit. She gasped and said, "It stings a
little," as she watched me washing her pussy with my
flow. She then moved the fingers of her right hand
between her lips and under my stream. When I'd
finished, she grinned up at me and leaned over to lick
the remaining drops off the head of my cock. She
paused expressionless for a second, and with a shy
grin, raised her fingers to her mouth and sucked them
in. To ease the embarrassment of the moment, I said,
"Let's take a shower," to which she replied, "OK."
Priya indicated that she was a little sore, both
inside and on her lips around her deflowered hole, so
we playfully washed each other and got out. After
toweling each other dry, Priya headed to the bed and I
retrieved some analgesic cream from the medicine
cabinet and followed her to bed.
I had Priya lie on her back and spread her legs. She
rose up on her elbows to look down at what I was going
to do. I opened her puffy lips with my thumb and
finger to inspect her. The inside of her cunt lips and
around her vaginal opening was a bright coral pinkish
red and a little swollen; her little clitty looked OK
and was hidden inside its hood like a tiny BB with
just the rounded face peeking out; and just inside her
pussy where her hymen used to be, was a swollen, red
ridge where the skin had been torn away. I spread some
cream around the ridge of her torn maidenhead and the
affected area of her hole and lips. Priya hissed a
little and said, "It stings a little," while she laid
her head back down on the pillow.
I capped the tube, crawled up and Priya folded herself
around me laying her head on my shoulder, draped her
right thigh over mine with her breast against the side
of my chest and her arm over my chest. I held her and
stroked her back with my right hand and her face with
my left. I kept telling her how much I loved her as
she fell away into slumber. I too quickly fell into a
sated sleep.
I thought I was having an erotic dream, and I awoke
and the clock read 3:30am. I then realized that Priya,
in her sleep, was holding my cock in her dainty, henna
painted hand and was slowly jerking me off. She was
slowly grinding her clit against my hip. Wrapping my
left arm around her torso and cupping her right butt
cheek in my right hand, I rolled her onto her back and
kissed her passionately. She awoke panting, broke the
kiss and whispered, "I want you sooo much, but I'm
still sore: please lick me."
Without speaking, I began kissing my way down to
nirvana. I again stopped to sup on her delicious
breast buds and nursed at each until I got my fill.
Priya was alternately panting and breathing heavily
through the nose and managed to say, "Oh Sean! I love
the feel of your mouth on my little titties, it
tingles all the way to my toes!"
I kissed and licked my way down to her vulva, I pulled
her legs up against her chest with her ankles resting
alongside her butt cheeks, exposing her entirely from
asshole to clit. Spreading her split peach with my
thumbs, I dove onto her clit and began circling it
several times with my tongue before sucking the whole
thing into my mouth. I shied away from her sore pussy
area, but continued down her perineum to her dainty,
brown starred nether hole.
I rimmed it with my tongue, pushing against it
occasionally testing the waters. Her cunt was weeping
a trickling trail of nectar down to where my tongue
was feasting at her back door. I licked up the
ambrosia and returned to rimming her asshole. I
pointed my tongue, and applied gentle pressure to her
orifice. It pulsed several times and relaxed. When my
tongue pressed through her sphincter and into her ass
about an inch, she shuddered and moaned out "Oh God!
You're inside my ass with your tongue! It feels sooo
good!"
She had grabbed her legs behind the knees and was
pulling back in her legs to push her asshole further
onto my tongue. After tongue fucking her ass for
several minutes, Priya was close to her first anal
orgasm. I withdrew my tongue, and began licking my way
up to her clit. I picked up the slick oils oozing from
her cunt with my finger and coated her anus. As I
started flicking her clitty with my tongue, climbing
the pinnacle to release, she was trying to impale
herself on my finger by pulling her knees back. When
Priya began a low, high pitched squeak, I was
attacking her clit and I then suddenly thrust my
finger into her ass. She lurched forward, made a low,
deep long "Uuuhh" and locked up her sphincter,
trapping my finger as if trying to squeeze it off! She
was quivering and clinching for about 30 seconds, and
then just laid there, locking my finger in her ass.
As Priya's panting slowed, she began to relax and
said, "That was so intense!" I then began to slowly
pump my finger in and out of her. She again began to
slowly rotate her hips to meet my finger thrusts a
couple of times, and then went limp. My dick was so
hard, it could have cut diamonds, and I said to her, I
need you. I want to fuck your ass."
Still breathing heavily, she replied, "I'm scared,
Sean. I'm afraid that it will hurt me: you're so big.
I loved the feel of your finger and tongue, but taking
all of you back there scares me."
"I'll be gentle, Baby. I've got to have you; I need
you so much! Please me completely."
"Oh Sean, I won't deny any part of myself to you,
please be gentle with me… don't hurt me, please?"
I've made everything wonderful for you so far haven't
I? I will in this also."
"OK, I trust you."
Priya was still heated up, so I reached for the tube
of KY and liberally coated my dick, and then pressed
the tube to her ass and squeezed some lube directly
into her ass. I then coated my finger and her anal
ring and pushed my finger inside to coat her
thoroughly. Priya had brought her arms over the back
of her thighs and was obscenely and vulnerably splayed
open to my advance.
I laid my cock in the center of her slit and began to
slide my cock over the top of her clit. She was
getting heated up, so I replaced my cock with my
finger and began to massage her clitty with my finger.
I then placed the head of my cock against her anus,
and she flinched closing herself completely. I told
her, "Relax, I'll go slow, but you have to relax or it
will hurt." She had a look of confusion on her face:
caught between desperately wanting the penetration,
and the fear of getting what she desired.
Priya regained control and began to relax. I said to
her, "Push out, like you have to go to the bathroom."
While maintaining pressure against her sphincter, I
heard her bear down and slowly push, and the head of
my cock slowly began to disappear past her anal ring.
When the head popped inside, she gasped and said, "Oh
my God! It feels like you've slit me open!" while at
the same time she locked her sphincter so painfully
tight, it felt as though she'd cut the head of my cock
off.
I again repeated, "Relax, I won't move until you
get
used to it." She nodded and was making a panting
sound, like the kind a woman having a labor
contraction makes, blowing air out of her mouth. She
settled down, and her breathing began to become more
regular again and she said, "OK, try to move—but just
a little, OK?"
I pushed forward about an inch and pulled back a few
times and asked her, "Are you OK?"
Priya looked at me more focused and said, "Yeah, it
feels huge, and a little funny, but I'm OK."
I then began a slow rhythm of thrusts of about two
inches, increasing the depth of my thrusts slowly,
rubbing her clit the whole time. Priya had moved her
hands to the front of my chest with her feet planted
on my hips. As I gained the depths of her colon, I
looked down to see our union. Her little star was
stretched so wide and thin, it looked like a tiny ring
that pulled away from her body about an inch with each
withdrawal, and then back in. I now had about 2 inches
left to deposit when I asked her, "How is it now?"
She was panting heavily and gasped out, "Oh God, it
feels so full, like I've got a pole inside me, but it
feels sooo good!"
I applied more pressure to her clit and deposited the
last of my cock in her colon, and I stopped and said,
"You've got all of me."
She put her arms around my neck and pulled herself up
to look down, and said, "Soo deep Sean, I can feel you
deep in my belly! It feels like you're in the center
of my insides!"
I then began to slowly fuck her ass with slow but
long, deep strokes. Her smooth ass was hotter that her
pussy, like a raging furnace! It seemed that she
naturally knew how to fuck, because with each plunge,
she'd flex her knees, draw herself into me looking
down and relax her muscles; and on the withdrawal,
she'd tighten her sphincter around me and slowly push
herself away with her legs.
I began to speed up and thrust into her with
deliberate and forceful thrusts and she was matching
me in our dance of lust. We were both trying to sate
the beast inside of us with each concerted movement.
As I penetrated her completely, my balls slapping
against her tiny butt cheeks, she'd match me with a
timed, guttural "Uuhh" at the bottom of each stroke. I
wanted to see her asshole entirely, so I pulled
completely out of her. Her once tiny star was a gaping
hole and I could see the red colored tube inside. When
I pulled out, she cried out, "Noooo! Not yet!"
I plunged back into her to the hilt in one single
stoke and she hissed out a "Yessss! She then set
herself to really working my cock, squeezing me with
each withdrawal, and gasped out, "Oh my God, I can
feel you swell! I'm cummmmmm……innnn……ggggg!
When she plunged herself onto my thrusting dagger, I
let out a howl and fired off deep inside her bowls. It
seemed that I just kept coming and couldn't stop!
Priya grunted with each spurt, and squealed, "So hot!
You're burning my insides! Oh fuck, I can't stop
cumming!"
I grabbed her knees and pushed them back past her
shoulders and tried to climb inside of her. For
several minutes after I'd finished coming, my cock
continued to twitch inside her and she spasmed in
unison, as if I was trying to pump cum that I didn't
have inside her, and she was trying to suck it out of
me.
I lay on top of her, completely buried. Her sphincter
still held me in a death grip, and I wasn't softening
in the least. I started to rock back and forth deep
inside her ass and she responded by slowly thrusting
her ass up onto cock. She locked up again and had
another quivering orgasm. Priya had her head down,
panting with loud halted breathes through her nose and
slowly relaxed her sphincter. I slowly slid out of her
to see her huge, gaping hole releasing a river of cum
that rolled down the crack of her ass and onto the
bed. It looked like I'd shot a gallon of cum in her,
because it just flowed like a faucet as her gaping
hole began to slowly close, wink and return to normal.
I laid her out on the bed and went to the bathroom to
wash myself and to get a wet cloth. I returned to find
Priya had rolled over on her side, and she still had
cum oozing from her ass. I gently cleaned her up and
as I inspected the 'damage,' she was still in a foggy
daze, and as limp as a dishrag. Her anus has returned
to the dainty little star it normally was, it was
slightly red, but looked fine.
I crawled into bed along side her and she rolled over
to lay half on top of my side. Priya said in a very
soft voice, "I have something to confess."
I asked her, "What do you have to confess?"
Looking down away from me she whispered, "I have to
confess that I've acted like a harlot."
"A harlot?" I asked quizzically, "Why a
harlot? That's
an uncommonly used word nowadays, where did you hear
it?"
"When I was about 8, Papa was talking about a
harlot,
and I asked him what a harlot was, and he said that a
harlot takes pleasure in doing dirty, perverted
things."
"So why do you feel like a harlot?"
"Because I liked it… all of it. I liked peeing for
you, having you pee on me, even tasting you. I know
it's wrong, but I liked it very much. I liked your
tongue in my ass, tasting me there, and I liked you
fucking me there and cumming in my ass. Oh God, I
loved it! It didn't hurt, and I can take all of you
there. It felt like you were deep inside the core of
me! I loved it all! It all seems so very, very naughty
and nasty, but I loved it all so much! I purposely
woke you so that you'd fuck me in the ass, am I a
perverted harlot?"
"No Sweetheart, I don't think you're perverted
harlot.
What two people consent to and enjoy together in their
marriage bed becomes a part of who they are. You have
enjoyed and experienced more in one night than many
women ever experience in a lifetime! I asked you to
withhold nothing from me, and you've been completely
open and expressed your desires and feelings freely.
Do YOU feel like a harlot?"
"No. I feel strangely liberated and wonderful! I'm
so
dark skinned, but you love me and you love my body, I
can be free with you! I have denied you nothing, my
husband. I am yours, completely yours. There's
nothing," and she looked me dead seriously in the eyes
continuing, "Nothing I wouldn't do to make you happy!
Can we do these things all the time from now on?"
"Sure. Maybe not all in one night like tonight! I
don't know about you, but I'm all fucked out!"
Priya giggled and said, "My little pussy is sorely
telling me I've truly been ravaged and defiled!"
Jokingly I said to her, "Will you be my little
harlot?"
She looked at me sexily and replied, "If it pleases
you, I'll be your nasty little harlot!"
"Well, my nasty little harlot, we'd better get some
sleep. It's 5am, and we have to be up by 8 to have
breakfast with my parents. Can you be a good little
girl and go to sleep?"
"Only if you promise to always hold me to
sleep."
"OK, if I must, but be good!"
"Yes sir, goodnight husband."
Good night, my little harlot."
Continued in Chapter 10…
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