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Child Brides of India
By C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 16: Married Little Schoolgirl (Mg, rom cons,
oral,
ws)
With the INS interview behind us, we spent Priya's last
few
days before school sightseeing, swimming at the club, and
generally having some fun.
We took Priya's family out to dinner the night before
school started. Sarah's house was between school and ours,
so the two girls decided that Priya would pick Sarah up in
the limo and we'd take them to school. Sarah got all giggly
about going to school in a limo and Priya wanted to flaunt
her new husband.
During the course of the evening, I noticed that Sarah
seemed different. She had a quiet confidence about her and
appeared somehow surer of herself with her family than the
night we first met.
Salima and Adib shook their heads in amusement. We
finished
dinner with Adib saying the girls needed their rest, so we
dropped my in-laws off, said our salaams and got home about
ten and went to bed.
I was awakened by sensations of arousal in my dick. When
I
raised my head to see what felt so good, it was my little
harlot sucking me off. Looking up, she pulled off of my
cock with a slurp and a smile and said, "Good morning! I
thought I'd have a little taste before school and give you
something to think about today."
Laying my head back down, I replied, "Don't let me
stop
you, taste on!"
Although she hadn't given me head very often, she sucked
and licked with gusto. Only able to fit and pump about 3
inches in and out of her mouth, she had a magical tongue,
and she adeptly swirled it all over the head. She'd tickle
the slit and then go back to swirling.
Just the sight of my tiny eleven year-old wife with my
cock
in her mouth and enjoying it brought me to the edge in no
time. I was groaning out my pleasure when she reached down
and began to fondle my balls. That did it! I grunted out
"Here it comes!" and she pulled back, leaving just the head
in her mouth swirling her tongue around the head. I thrust
up and fired off into the back of her throat. She heaved,
but didn't loose a drop and just kept sucking and
swallowing. Having drained every drop, my glans was so
sensitive I had to push her off saying, "Enough, Enough!"
While I softened, she was slowly pumping my cock and
licking up the leakage. Looking up softly she said, "Sean,
please feed me, I really need it."
Rubbing my hand through her hair, I softly said to her
"Drink baby, what I have is yours."
She lovingly grabbed my member in her tiny hand and
slipped
her mouth over my cock. I release my bladder and she
started to drink. She'd pinch off, swallow and repeat until
I was dry. She cleaned me with her mouth, and laid her head
on my stomach, "Oh you taste so good. I can't live without
this!"
Wanting to return the favor, I said to her, "It's
your turn
to have something to think about today, come up here so I
can taste your chocolate pussy!"
Giggling, she scooted up the bed and spread her legs
saying, "Oh goody! Lick my little chocolate pussy!"
Priya's vulva was a sheer delight to me! Every time I
saw
and felt the cashmere softness of her puffy little pussy
lips, it only reinforced my desire for a young girl's
charms. Her smell, as was her taste, was that of a woman,
only lighter, softer and less pungent.
From the very first time on our wedding night, Priya
loved
to be licked. She somehow felt that feeding me her juices
was a gift she gave freely of her inner being, never
ceasing to flow copiously. She had that openness and lack
of shame a child feels in pleasing someone they love. She
had taken my request of her to be unabashedly open with me
to heart and gave herself freely and unconditionally to me.
I flattened my tongue and licked her from asshole to
mons
about four times, teasing just the tip of her nubbin as it
poked its dainty head from its hood. I wanted to tease her,
so I would only skirt around her button and probe my tongue
into her hole and drag her juices up the length of her
slit. She would rotate her hips upward to make contact,
only to be denied when I retreated back downward. In her
frustration, she squeaked out, "Please Sean, suck my tingle
button."
I'd oblige her and suckled on her little button for a
moment and then leave again to feast elsewhere. I licked my
way down her juicy slit, stopping at her weeping hole to
enjoy her nectar then continue down her perineum to her
winking star.
The thought of tasting her there always seemed nasty to
her
and it always fueled her passion. I rimmed her several
times and she responded by wrapping her arms over the
underside of her legs, grabbing her ankles and pulling back
to offer her nether hole to my mouth.
Priya felt my tongue knocking at her back door, and she
bore down, relaxing her muscle to admit me. I pushed my
tongue inside about an inch and began to rotate it. She
responded with a grunt and moaned, "Soo nasty, sooo
gooood!" She clinched my tongue as if having a mini orgasm
and uttered a shuddering "Oh God, I love you tasting me
there!"
Pulling out of her nether hole, I drank up her seepage
and
continued up for the kill. I sucked her entire clit, hood
and all, into my mouth and while sucking, began to flick my
tongue across her clitty with a vengeance! She was panting
through her mouth saying, "My God Sean! I'm going to
explode!" She grunted out "uuhhh" twice as she spasmed.
Then she pushed my head away, and I could see her little
cunny winking, with each spasm forcing a dribble of her
cream to ooze out. I continued to lick her discharge and
let her come down. Once her breathing returned to a normal
but heavy rhythm, I could see her little breast buds
heaving up and down with her tiny nipples pointing straight
up in the air.
I crawled up to lie next to her and held her in my arms.
She melted into me and lay silent, breathing heavily. She
kissed my chest, giggled and said, "Boy, you want to leave
a lasting impression, don't you!"
Laughing, I replied, "Think of it as motivation to
do well
in your studies."
The little sprite shot back, "It may be a
distraction. I've
never had to sit through class thinking about having my
cunny licked before!"
"Oh well," I replied, "As the Christians
would say, we all
have our crosses to bear."
Giggling she said, "I think I could bear having my
coochie
licked every morning!"
"You're a little harlot, ya know?"
"Yes, but I'm your little harlot, remember?"
"I do indeed! Let's take a shower and get
ready."
"Alright spoilsport, let's go."
After showering, dressing and morning prayers, Mom and
Dad
were waiting breakfast. Priya looked absolutely beautiful
in a lemon yellow and turquoise embroidered salwar kameeze
with a matching dupatta (or veil). Salwar are loose fitting
pants and a kameez is a tunic-style top that goes to mid
thigh with a slit to the waist on each side. Talk was
lively and jovial when Mom asked Priya, "Well, how do you
feel about returning to high school a married woman?"
"Happy, and proud, but also a little
apprehensive," She
replied.
"Why?" Dad asked.
"Because I'm not sure how many of my fellow
students will
react and treat me. I'm sure to take some scorn from some
people."
Dad answered, "Just ignore it. You'll never make
some
people happy, no matter what you do in life," he advised.
"I'm happy about one thing though," She said,
"I won't have
to put up with any racial jokes. They'll be too busy with
the marriage issue to tease me about skin color."
"Don't be too sure about that," I warned,
"Somebody will
make the remark about you being dark and married to a
blonde hair, blue eyed Caucasian."
Resigning she said, "Yeah, you're probably
right."
We finished breakfast, hugged and kissed my parents
goodbye
and left to pick up Sarah. Sarah was waiting, all giddy
about showing up at school with her married younger sister
in a limo. She was dressed as Priya, only in plain light
blue. Sarah told us she's heard that a couple of the senior
girls had become engaged over the summer and were going to
milk their 'mature' decisions, but when everyone finds out
about Priya, she'll surely steal their thunder.
Priya turned to me and said in her giggly little tone,
"You
just have to do two things all this week. First, you have
to walk me to the door at school and kiss me goodbye.
Second, you have you be waiting for me when I get out at
three forty-five, OK?"
"Why," I asked, "You want to rub their
noses in it a
little?"
With a twinkle in her eye, she responded, "Just a
little,
OK?"
"OK," I said, "Just a little: and only
for this week. I
have to start putting in full days at the office. Mom and
Dad will be leaving for the states soon."
Priya and Sarah looked at each other and giggled, and
then
Sarah said, "We can deal with that, can't we Priya?"
"Yep," was her reply.
We pulled up to school, and Priya wanted to wait until
all
eyes were on the limo before stepping out. As expected,
there were loose groups of students gathered near or at the
front door. Upon waiting and observing them, we noticed,
sure enough, there were a few girls holding their
engagement rings out for inspection by their peers. I
exited the limo and helped Priya, and then Sarah, out of
the car.
With Sarah on my left and Priya on my right, I held my
hand
on the small of Priya's back as we walked to the front
door. There were gasps and wide-eyed stares as we
approached and then passed them as we made our way to the
door.
We heard one girl behind us gasp, "Who's THAT
hunk?" Priya
didn't even flinch, just smiled and kept walking. Once at
the foot of the steps, I gave Priya a chaste kiss on the
lips and said, "I'll pick you up after school."
She replied, "Yes, Husband, I'll be waiting."
There were gasps, and people saying "Did she say
husband?"
I kissed Sarah on the cheek and I said to her, "See
you
later, Sis."
She blushed and replied, "Yes Sean," and I
turned and
walked back to the limo.
Someone asked Sarah, "Who's HE?"
Matter of factly she replied, "Oh that's Sean, my
brother-
in law."
I smiled politely, saying "Good morning" as I
passed
students on my way back to the limo. Once inside, I watched
for a moment. Priya and Sarah were in the middle of a crowd
and I could see Priya showing her rings and working the
crowd with Sarah putting her two cents in for effect.
Chuckling, I motioned for the driver to leave for the
office.
I was discussing my own proclivities about office
etiquette
with my secretary when Priya called me about eleven thirty.
She was all giddy and spouting off a mile a minute when I
told her, "Whoa! Slow down."
She giggled and said, "Sorry, I'm just busting at
the
seams!"
"Well, How's your first day as a married school
girl?"
"Fantastic!" The girls are all asking me how
to get a hunk
like you!"
"I see, did you tell them that hunks like me like
little
harlots?"
"No silly, that's how you keep one, not get
one."
"How silly of me, did you tell them you stole me
right out
from under your sister's nose?"
"No, to rub it in, I told them that some American
men just
like dark skinned girls!"
"How convenient! Any other issues, like
jealousy?"
"Some, but most are happy for me. The jealousy has
more to
do with your looks than anything else… and the fact that
you've got money."
"Well, deflect the money issue fast. I don't want
people
prying into personal areas. Simply because you're now
affluent, don't flaunt it; it can only make enemies.
"I won't, but I can't help gloating a little."
"Just don't overdo it. It'll come back to bite
you."
"Yes Husband, as you wish. I'll be a good
girl."
I've got to get back to work. You be good and I'll see
you
later, OK? I love you."
"Bye, Sweetheart, love ya more." Click.
I finished my day by looking over some of the financials
and left to pick up the girls at three. When I arrived at
school about three thirty, classes hadn't let out yet, so I
was waiting by the front door when a girl about my age,
maybe seventeen or so, with shoulder length dark brown hair
came out the door.
For a girl her age she had a knock out figure, maybe 5'6
and 115 pounds with pert breasts about a B or maybe a small
C, with a nice tight ass and great legs. She approached and
I saw she was wearing a blue western skirt that ended just
above the knee and dress sandals with a white blouse she
had unbuttoned to show off some cleavage. If I were into
older girls, she might have been a temptation.
I was leaning against a curved knee wall that encased
the
stoop and she stopped about two feet in front of me. With a
sultry look, she said, "I hear you're Priya's new husband."
Looking at her eyes only, I replied, "Yes, Priya is
my
wife. Can I help you with something?"
"No," she replied, "But I might be able
to help you. Why
would you want a dark skinned little girl when you could
have a honey colored woman like me?"
"Chuckling I said, "Do you make it a habit of
propositioning married men on the school steps, or are you
making an exception?"
"Oh, I always make an exception for something I
want."
"I see. How's it feel to want?"
"Motivated enough to try and get it, do you see
anything
you like?"
"Not particularly. Your tits look like they're
starting to
sag, your hair is too short, your ass is too big and you've
got ugly feet. To top it all off, you act like I'd spend my
life checking my bank account and which hotel you'd spent
the day in. Did I miss anything?"
"Fuck you!" She shot back, "That little
black bitch will
pay for this!" She then curtly turned and walked away in a
huff.
A few moments later, kids starting filing out the door
with
Priya and Sarah one of the first to appear. Priya was
surrounded by a group of kids that were acting like hangers
on, and I pointed the girl out to Priya and privately asked
her who she was.
Priya said she'd seen her around, but didn't know her
name.
Sarah said, "Her name is Haseeba. Hasseba Radj. She's a
viper and head of the rich girl's clique. She was supposed
to marry this rich businessman, but he was old, fat and
ugly. Her father is only concerned about using her as a
trophy to marry into wealth."
I gave both the girls a worried look and said,
"Well, she
practically offered to do me right here on the steps. She
said she was going to make Priya pay because I shot her
down hard."
Priya looked at me and then replied, "If I can
handle the
US government, I can handle her."
"Just watch your back," I cautioned, and we
then headed for
the car. We left for home, dropping Sarah off on the way.
Once alone, I asked Priya if she had any ideas on what she
might do. She said she didn't have a clue yet, but I told
her, "Well, money has its privileges. I'm gonna talk to Dad
and have this girl investigated. There's got to be some
dirt on her from whatever rock she's crawled out from
under. You kill a viper before it bites you."
Priya looked at me like she didn't think it right to
play
dirty and said, "Did they teach you that at Princeton?"
No," I replied, "Sun Su. It's a book on
Chinese warfare
that businessmen have found useful in business in-
fighting."
"Oh," she quietly replied.
We arrived home and I went to the study to talk to Dad.
I
told him what happed with the slut at school, and he agreed
that finding out more about her was a good idea. He said
that he knew just the man. If anyone could dig up dirt, it
was this guy. I gave Dad her name and he said he'd have her
checked out.
At dinner, I told Mom about it and what Dad and I were
going to do. She was saddened that kids this young are so
vicious. Dad said, "It's like you said, Joan, it's that one
hair. She's willing to use it to get what she wants and
make her Daddy happy at the same time. Misery needs
company, and she can't stand that a little dark skinned
girl's got what she's probably always wanted. It's just
vicious jealousy."
Priya had tears in her eyes and asked, "But why?
Why can't
she just be happy for me? Why does it always come down to
the color of my skin?"
Being angered by the situation, I looked at her and
said,
"Don't you get it? In her eyes you're inferior; you're
beneath her. You don't deserve to have what she hasn't got.
You're just a black girl who doesn't deserve to be happy…
just because you're dark."
Mom asked, "Can't you talk to the school officials?
Surely
they don't condone this kind of behavior."
I shot back at Mom, "And what? Make Priya look like
an
immature 'married little girl' who can't deal with adult
prejudice? She'll be the laughing stock of the school!
Fight fire with fire, Mom. We need to find a way to
humiliate this slut and show everyone who's inferior! Let's
treat this like a hostile takeover and fight it."
"Amen to that, Son," Dad put in.
Sighing and looking at her plate, Mom conceded,
"Yeah, I
guess you're right Sean. We have to protect Priya."
After she'd calmed down Priya said, "I can't
believe how
much I am loved! I've always had to fight these battles
alone, but now I know I can win because I'm not alone."
I finished my train of thought by saying, "We have
to get
the goods on this bitch, and it has to be Priya that
confronts her. That way, the whole school will know who got
whom. If everyone sees Priya take her down, no one will
bother her again."
Dad agreed with, "Good point Sean, you may be
right."
After dinner, Dad made his call and after hanging up the
phone said, "My man said he'd have something for us in
about a week. Do you think you can hold her off 'til then
Priya?"
She looked around at us and replied, "I've held out
for
eleven years, another week won't make a difference."
Dad smiled and said, "Atta' girl Priya, that's the
spirit!"
I told Priya to call Sarah and get as much information
as
she could about this girl's clique, who she hangs with and
if possible, anyone who might know one of her secrets.
Priya went to call her sister while we talked in the study.
About thirty minutes later, Priya gave Dad a short list
of
girl's names that were in Haseeba's little clique, and she
said that Sarah told her that other than that, the girl was
pretty much a loner. Dad said that was a start and called
his man back with the list of names.
Not really in the mood for anything else, Priya and I
went
upstairs, said evening prayers and went to bed for a
fretful nigh of sleep for both of us.
Continued in Chapter 17…
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