Child Brides of India
By C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 25: A Family Grows (Mgg, cons, rom, ws)
We had finished up our conversation resulting in the
decision, with both Priya's and my parents assenting, that
I would adopt Aleeya 'legally' and in a secret family
Muslim ceremony, marry four year-old Aleeya as my second
wife.
Dad was on the phone with our lawyer having the adoption
papers drawn up when my cell phone rang. It was Mahmoud.
He said he was at the mosque with the Imam and the Islamic
court, and they wanted us to produce Aleeya in person
because the Islamic court was going to punish Tallie for
child abuse before granting Mahmoud a divorce. We had to
have her there in one hour.
I returned to the dining room and Dad had finished his call
saying the papers were all standard government forms and we
could pick them up today if need be. He was sitting with my
mother and I told them that Mahmoud had called my on my
cell.
Adib asked, "What did he want?"
I replied, "The Islamic court wants us to produce Aleeya in
person at the mosque for Tallie's trial on child abuse
charges. We have to have her there in one hour."
"Good," Salima said angrily. "She'll get what she gave her
daughter - A WHIPPING!"
"You're not serious are you?" Mom asked incredulously.
Adib replied, "Islamic law is very strict about the abuse
of children, and their punishment is very harsh."
"Good! I want to see this, they should be this swift in
America with child abusers." Dad exclaimed.
Priya went upstairs and woke Aleeya, cleaned her up and
dressed her in clean underwear and dress, then came
downstairs with her in her arms. She nearly leapt from
Priya arms to mine and buried her head in the nape of my
neck.
It took us about five minutes to get ready, then we all
left for the mosque.
The court called each of us in, one at a time to relate the
events of this morning. Mom was in there the longest; I
guess she was relating her conversation with Aleeya at the
park the previous day.
They called in Aleeya, and she wouldn't leave my arms,
wrapping her legs around my waist, her arms in a strangle
hold around my neck. I walked into the 'courtroom.' There
was the Imam and four clerics sitting behind a table.
Mahmoud was sitting in a chair, with Tallie prostrate on
the floor as if kow-towing to the court.
The Imam asked me who I was and I introduced myself and
said that I was Aleeya's acting guardian. He asked me to
stand the child on her feet, and after some coaxing she
stood shaking at the sight of her mother. The Imam asked
her how often she'd been beaten and why, then asked her to
tell them what happened this morning and what her mother
had said.
When she was finished, he softly and with compassion told
Aleeya they needed to see her body and the marks her mother
had left on her body and that she'd have to undress. She
began to cry, and I reassured her that nothing bad was
going to happen to her, but they needed to prove that we
were all telling the truth.
I turned her so her back was to the panel, and lifted her
dress over her head. The Imam got up, came around to stand
beside her and said, "Fear not, my child, no one is going
to hurt you," and smiled at her. She gave a frightened
smile back and nodded her head. He counted the stripes on
her back and legs: fifteen in all. Gently pulling her
panties away from her butt, he looked down at her black and
blue behind. Shaking his head sadly, he then went back to
his seat and conferred with the clerics.
To me, he said, "Dress the child and then take her out of
the room;" which I did. He then called of us back inside as
a group, telling me to leave Aleeya outside with a woman.
We all entered the room and he instructed us to stand about
ten feet behind the prostrate Tallie. She was dressed in a
white muslin cotton robe that was opaquely transparent and
one could see she was nude underneath.
The Imam said, "It is the finding of this quorum that you
gave your child a total of fifteen countable stripes about
her body, and an uncountable number of beatings upon her
buttocks.
As punishment for this crime, you shall receive seventy-
five lashes; five times that which you inflicted upon your
child. You'll then be cast into the street wearing a sign
around your neck proclaiming your shame. As soon as the
last lash is administered, Mahmoud Haaseem, your
irrevocable divorce from this vermin will be granted."
He then rose, picked up what looked like a birch rod about
four feet long and about a half inch at its thickest,
tapering to about a quarter inch thick. Tallie began
wailing, asking for mercy.
He ordered her lie flat on her stomach on the floor. Once
she'd complied, he tore the thin muslin garment in twain
with one violent rip, flinging the two halves open to
expose her entire nude form.
He started at her heels, and beat her violently up the
length of her body, to finish by applying the last stripes
across her shoulders. Without counting, I would say 60-70
percent of the stripes drew blood and were beginning to
welt and turn purple.
He gave her a new muslin gown and she donned it while prone
on the floor, closing it as she sat up. Once her gown had
been buttoned, a cleric roughly grabbed her arm, dragging
her screaming to the mosque entrance and pushing her out
into the street.
The Imam said to all of us as they stood to leave, "Go and
tell of what you have seen. Allah, praise and glory be His
forever, holds the spirit of a child dearest to his heart.
The fruit of a man's loins is to be his glory and honor,
not his shame to be beaten like an unyielding, braying
ass."
He pointed to me and sternly said, "As her guardian, I hold
you responsible for healing that innocent child's spirit. I
say this because this man (pointing to Mahmoud) has failed
to cherish that which God has given him to protect. His
failure was not knowing what goes on in own his house, or
he certainly would have put an end to it; his sin was not
of the heart nor to hurt his child, but there's a price to
pay; even for neglect." They turned and left the room,
single file through a side door.
We all just stood there in total shock; too shocked to cry,
speak or even move. Although I felt Tallie needed to be
punished, I had never in my life witnessed such treatment
to another human being.
I fell to my knees sobbing as I thought what poor little
Aleeya must have endured during her mother's beatings of
her. What strength and courage it took for a small child to
try and find a way to heal her broken spirit. I knew at
that moment that marrying her was such a gift, and probably
the most important thing I would ever do that affected
another human being's life and welfare. What greater gift
can any person receive than the love and trust of a child?
My father and Adib went to Mahmoud and pulled him aside to
speak privately and Mom and Salima clung to each other,
almost as if neither could stand without the other's
support. I arose and looked at Priya. She had a strange
look on her face; one of disbelief at what she'd just
witnessed, but one of tearful resolve. I took her hand and
she looked at me with determination and said, "Let's go to
my sister, your wife."
We went outside to the hall and Aleeya leapt into my arms,
and we indulged in an emotional group hug. Mom and Salima
came out a few moments later followed by the men. Dad was
talking on the cell phone and hung up as he approached us.
He said to all of us, "Adib and I have spoken to Mahmoud
and he'd be honored for Sean to adopt and marry Aleeya, and
he'll do anything needed to make it happen."
I whispered in Aleeya's ear what Dad meant, and set her
down on her feet. She went to her father and hugged him
around his legs and said, "It's not your fault Daddy, I
know you wouldn't beat me, but I need to be with Sean. Will
you make me happy and give me to him?"
He knelt and hugged her and said, "Yes, baby, Daddy's going
to make you happy. You can marry him if that's what you
really want. I know he'll take good care of you."
Dad said, "The lawyer's waiting at his office, let's go
sign the adoption papers. How long will it take to get the
whole thing legalized, Adib?"
He responded by saying, "I can have it completed in a about
a week."
Mom said, "Let's go and get his over with."
We all piled into the limo and drove to the lawyer's
office. It took about thirty minutes but finally everything
was signed. Adib took the papers and said, "I will have
everything registered and ready to present to the US
embassy in about five days."
Dad looked at him and said, "Don't fuck this up. I don't
want your name traceable to any of these documents or we'll
all be in jail."
Adib said, "All I'll do is expedite things through the
proper channels. Otherwise, it's just a routine adoption."
When we were all back in the car, Aleeya sitting between
Priya and I, she asked, "My Mommy's gone away hasn't she?"
Priya looked at her and said, "Yes baby, your Momma's
gone."
"Who will be my Momma now? Will I get a new one?"
Everyone's heart sank at her question and they looked at
Priya, waiting to see what she'd say. Priya smiled at her
and said, "Well, because you're so special, you get two
things."
"What's that?"
"Fist, since you're going to marry Sean, you get a new
sister; ME! And because you'll become part of our family,
and I'm the first wife, guess who your new mommy is?
"Who? You?"
You got it! I'll be you new mommy too!"
'Really? Are you now my new mommy and sister?"
"I can be your mommy now, but you'll have to wait until
you're married to be my sister."
Mom looked at Priya with tears running down her cheeks and
said, "You are such a special girl, I'm so very proud of
you. You have brought me such strength and joy. You are
every bit a woman as any I have ever met!"
"I have Momma and Papa to thank for teaching me how to love
and the value of that love. Without them, I wouldn't have
any to give."
Adib and Salima cried tears of joy.
We dropped off Priya's parents at their home, then went
home ourselves. We ate a light dinner and afterwards,
Priya, Aleeya and I went upstairs and said evening prayers.
After finishing, I went downstairs as Priya bathed Aleeya
and put her in our bed.
My parents and I were sitting in the living room discussing
the day's events. Dad still couldn't wrap his head around
the idea of a four year-old bride. I thought for a moment
and said, "Well, it will certainly be a challenge, won't
it?"
Mom, trying to get a rise out of my father, chuckled and
said, "Who knows John, maybe she'll turn out to be a
miniature nympho!"
Dad had to chuckle and said, "Joan, I don't even want to
try and draw that picture in my head!"
About that time, Priya came down and sat on my lap. In
front of my parents, she began nibbling on my ear. I said,
"What are you doing?"
Jokingly, she said, "Well, with competition now, I have to
get you when I can!"
Mom and Dad burst out laughing. Mom quipped, "The trick
Priya, is to wear him out so he's no good for anyone else!"
With an innocent, sultry schoolgirl look, she coyly asked,
"Wanna play naughty-naughty with me?" She then
exaggeratedly batted her eyelashes at me and smiled.
Mom looked at Dad and said, "You wanna play naughty-naughty
with me?"
Dad and I looked at each other, he then jokingly said to
me, "A virile man's job is never done! Let's go, woman, and
get naughty!" Priya and I followed my parents upstairs for
some good old-fashioned debauchery.
When we got to the bedroom, Aleeya was sleeping in the
middle of the bed. I took a blanket and, after removing the
cushions from the love seat, folded and laid a pillow and
the blanket out to make her a bed, I pulled back the duvet
and she was dressed in her panties. I picked her up,
carried her to the love seat and laid her down, covering
her with another blanket.
Priya and I got undressed and crawled into bed. She lay
there on her back with me next to her on my side with my
head propped up in my hand, just looking at her.
Softly, I said to her, "No matter how often I see you
naked, your beauty just takes my breath away!"
She smiled appreciatively and replied, "It makes me so
happy that you find me pleasing to you. I think the reason
that I can be so uninhibited and free is… it's like Aleeya
said: you treasure me. My passion for you is so strong I
feel it burn deep in my belly. Sometimes at school, I just
get so wet thinking of you, I get paranoid because I can
smell myself and I'm afraid others can too, but I can't
help it.
We both feel the same about each other. I feel like my next
breath comes from you, and if your heart stops beating for
me, I'll die away."
I leaned over and kissed her deeply as she moaned into my
mouth. Her little tongue was searching out mine, and our
kiss danced out the tune of our passion. Her lips were hot
and her face flushed when we came up for breath, and I
whispered to her, "I need to taste you, all of you."
I started to gently lay kisses all over her face. She
closed her eyes with a soft smile, and said, "Love me
darling!"
I kissed and nibbled her entire face and when I reached her
chin, she lifted her head as I softly nipped her chin. I
laid kisses all the way around her neck and licked my way
up to each ear, playfully licking the inside of her left
ear, only to work my way around to give her right the same
treatment.
My hands caressed her small shoulders and her upper chest
area feeling every tiny curve, the ridges of her
collarbones and her sternum. Her tiny bulbous breast buds
proudly pointed upward as her little nipples pointed the
way. I remember reading an ancient Chinese erotic poem
where an emperor described his child lover as having
breasts as soft as congealed tofu. I marveled at the
softness of her fledgling breasts. Even the soft, rubber-
like texture of her areola had a soft pliable feel that
filled my senses with awe.
This night wasn't about fucking, or debauchery, or lust, or
even demons; it was about the wonderment of loving
appreciation for my wife. My eleven year-old wife, who wise
beyond her years, was a total woman. They say that sex is
ninety-nine percent between the ears and one percent
between the legs, and I was beginning to see that laying
next to me.
I whispered out my praise to her, "You are the most
beautiful creature I have ever seen! Everything about you
just makes me feel so honored that you are mine forever!
Looking at you, I remember growing up, and the only dark
skinned girls I'd seen were black girls and some were very
beautiful. Even so, I never found them attractive, but your
chocolate colored skin is so wondrously and deliciously
beautiful to me. I think it's one of the things I love
about you the most; especially your 'chocolate blushes.' It
makes your beauty so erotically exciting. It's flawless, as
is the rest of you."
I kissed her sternum, right between her breasts and said to
her, you taste so deliciously sweet. I can feel the heat of
your body, and the feel of your heartbeat that beats only
for me. From the moment I first saw you, my world began to
revolve around you. I wanted you then, every tiny
millimeter of you!"
She hugged my head to her, directed my mouth to her breast
and bid me to suckle. She looked down at me and said,
almost sadly, "The nurturing part of me desires so much to
feed you like my child, but I yet have nothing to feed you
with except the milk of my desire. You make me feel so
emotionally complete knowing you like my tiny, immature
breasts. When you suckle, it makes me tingle with delight,
all through my body, all the way down to my toes."
I pulled from her breast to look up into her eyes, and she
returned my gaze with a soft loving smile. She stroked my
hair and my face, and continued to speak.
"I talk to your Mom a lot about our intimate life; I hope
you aren't angry, but she told me that what fuels a woman's
passion the most is the knowledge that she's desirable to
her husband. All girls and women have the same body parts,
but a woman's body is an extension of her soul and in many
ways, measures herself-esteem by whether someone accepts
her. Everyone feels his or her body is imperfect in some
way. Who she is in her heart and the body she has to offer
her husband as a gift are nakedly exposed for him to see,
exposing all of her flaws. If he rejects her as ugly or
undesirable and only sees the flaws, it's who she is; she
has nothing else to offer.
Sean, you are such a beautiful man, and I see other girls,
even my sister, swoon when they look at you. I give thanks
to Allah that someone as smart and successful, with the
looks of a Nordic God, could find what others have taunted
me about all of my life, even shaming me by ignoring my
name and insulting me by calling me "Kali," which means
black one.
On our wedding night when you tasted me back there and you
drank my pee, you were telling me that you totally accepted
me, even those parts of my body that others, including
myself, felt were unspeakably defiled. I felt like my skin
color was a defilement of my person. Even as a little girl,
I'd take a bath and scrub my skin raw, hoping I could
somehow wash my color down the drain.
This is why I have this craving to do these things because
you reinforce your total and complete desire for me, and I
need it so much, it's like my life's blood. I savor the
taste of you and the feeling of complete fulfillment when
you fill me like that. I know it's a sin, but I will always
need this from you.
When you're inside me, I can feel every beat of your heart
as your cock throbs inside me and my heartbeat actually
changes to match yours. Every time you're inside me, I feel
so full of your love! The heat of you inside me when I feel
you deep in my belly, it's as if you're trying to fill and
replace all those years of emptiness with yourself, and I
try mightily to pull you inside me.
Even in the heat of your passion, when you're seemingly not
gentle, I can feel your tenderness for me in the way you
make love to me."
I looked in her loving eyes and said, "I love you so
completely, every part of me is consumed by you; your
smell, the taste of your skin, your tender young body and
your small developing breasts. The smell of your sex and
the taste of your desire are an elixir of delight to me.
When I feel the softness of your vulva, there are no words
to describe the incredible softness of you. You're softer
than silk, or cashmere or anything else made by man. I'm
awed by the wonder of your creation. To me, you are the
embodiment of perfection! I love you so dearly, there are
no words to describe what's in my heart for you!"
Priya softly rubbed my chest and replied with a soft smile,
"I feel the same way. That's why I can share you with
another and never feel you'll forsake me. I feel I will die
of this fire in my belly and in my heart for you. Every
time I think of the wisdom of God, that on the other side
of the world, He had created someone special, just for me!
It just endears me to you even more!"
I went back to suckling on her breasts, concentrating on
their texture, their softness and responsiveness. I
delighted myself by licking around her areola and teasing
her nipple with light flicks of my tongue. I would then
suck her entire breast into my mouth as if to act the
glutton and suck her entire breast with such gently force,
I could feel her nipple tickle the back of my throat.
Priya's breathing became heavier and she hugged me to her,
thrusting her chest upward. I switched back and forth
between each breast and her hips began to rotate. I kissed
a line down to her vulva and rubbed my cheek across her
hairless, smooth mons, savoring the feel and inhaled her
scent. She smelled of a woman; light, but heady with
arousal. With the flat of my tongue, I licked both her
puffy lips from bottom to top, concentrating on her
softness.
I peeled open her chocolate peach and her clit angrily
poking out of its hood demanding attention. I began tracing
circles around her nubbin, letting it bend and flex against
my tongue. She pushed her hips up to feed me and pulled me
by the hair to her grinding hips and said, "Oh God Sean,
right there! Yess! Right there, I'm so close!"
I pressed my mouth tightly between her lips and sucked her
entire clit and hood into my mouth. I sucked it hard and,
with the flat of my tongue, pressed it back and forth over
her nub. I could feel her legs begin to quiver and tighten
and I gently bit her clit and slightly pulled. She cried
out, "OH MY God, I'm cumming!" locked her legs around my
head and froze, shuddering.
Priya fell back to the bed, still shuddering and I pushed
her legs up to her chest. She responded by reaching inside
her legs, grabbing her ankles and pulling them up, which
forced her legs wide open and her ass into the air.
I licked around her cunt hole and drank her copious flow,
teasing with tiny penetrations of about a half-inch. She
must have been filled to the brim with her juices, because
as she kept grunting while thrusting her hips up, droplets
would squeeze and ooze out or her. I decided to stop
teasing her and thrust my tongue into her hole as far as it
would go, flicking the end upwards. I could feel the slick,
spongy tissue against my tongue and began to flex the tip
of my tongue against it. She was so wet, her juices were
literally running from the bottom of her hole and down over
my chin! I most have hit her G spot, because she locked her
pussy muscles in a vise-like grip and froze. I heard a huge
gasp as she sucked in a breath, and in a deep guttural moan
she cried out, "I'm cumming so fucking hard! My God, it
feels like my womb is collapsing!" She then fainted.
My dick ached it was so hard, and I wanted inside of her,
but I wanted her awake. When her eyes opened, she was
licking her lips, trying to get her bearings back and I
lifted her head and gave her a few sips of water. She
smiled dreamily and said, "It always seem to get better.
When I think I can't feel anything more wonderful, you take
me to s place I've never been!
Priya covered her face with her forearm and said, "I know
it's not the right time and I cannot permit myself this, I
have a four year old that I'm now like a mother to, but at
this very moment, I want a child so much!"
I wiped her cheek, removed her arm so I could look into her
eyes and whispered, "But we can practice, can't we?"
"With a loving smile she softly replied, "Even when I'm old
and grey, don't ever stop practicing!" and she giggled.
I held her close and said, "I'm burning with desire, I need
to be inside of you."
She said, "Let me be on top. I can't take all of you in my
little cunny and it hurts when you're too deep." With that
she rolled over on top of me and positioned her legs at my
sides. She rose up, looking between her legs, took my
erection and placed it in her crease. She swiped it up and
down her slit a few times and put it to her entrance and
slowly started downward.
After a few pumps, she hit her cervix and hissed out, "Ow,
a little too far." She then lay down on top of me with her
hands on my shoulders and her head on my chest. She began
to rotate her hips, causing my dick to withdraw and re-
enter he in about two inch strokes. She was still pretty
excited and soon began to work my cock with increasing
pressure and quickness. She seemed close, but then, she
slowed and was concentrating on something. She rose
slightly, and began to rotate her hips slowly and push down
gently at the same time.
I felt myself slip inside her slightly and I knew what she
was trying to do. She'd worked the head of my dick past her
cervix and I was again right at the end of her fornix. She
smiled and said, "That's the spot. I can feel you right at
the end of me and I can feel the head of your dick brushing
my cervix, can you feel it?"
I moaned out, "And how!"
She slowed her hip movement to keep her cervix from
shifting position and slowly worked her cervix across the
top of the head of my dick. I told her, "I can't hold it
much longer!"
She smiled and said, "I know, I can feel you starting to
swell."
"Here it comes!" I grunted out. She gently pressed forward,
putting the head of my dick right against the very end of
her vagina, and I let loose. I grunted four times as my
cock spasmed out my release. She clinched me with her
muscles and held me in place as I filled her with my love.
She shuddered and softly moaned out, "Yes my love, so hot!
Cum for me!" She went limp on my chest and softly said, "I
will never ever be able to live without these moments! Our
spirits, our souls and our bodies pour out our love for
each other and mingle together in total harmony. I love you
Sean. I love you so!"
"And I love you too, my beloved, with my whole heart and
soul!"
We rose and went to the bathroom and she stepped into the
shower and knelt down. I stepped in, and she looked up and
pleadingly asked, "Feed me, Sean, Give me your gift."
Without saying a word, she took my cock, still slickly
coated with our union, into her mouth then grabbed the base
with her left hand and began to rub her clitty with her
right. I released my bladder and she began to drink. She
rubbed herself as she swallowed and her whole body
shuddered as she climaxed. She continued to drink through
her orgasm until I was dry and she then sat slowly back on
her legs. She looked up and said, I may be damned to hell,
but I need this so!"
I took her hand and helped her to stand and said to her as
I knelt, "Now, give me your gift."
She spread her legs and bent her pelvis forward, prying her
pussy lips apart and began to flow. I drank and she
voluntarily stopped her flow and restarted, continuing
until she was finished.
I stood and we said nothing as we embraced for a moment. I
turned on the shower and we washed each other, got out and
toweled each other dry.
When we returned to the bedroom, Priya said, "Bring Aleeya
to bed."
I said, "Can't we just hold each other tonight?"
Softly she smiled and replied, "We can, but she needs to be
with us. Bring her to bed. She needs to wake up next to
you. Sean. In some ways, right now, she needs you more than
I. You need to trust me to do what's right for all of us.
Bring her to bed."
Trusting my wife, I went and picked up Aleeya's tiny,
sleeping form and placed her on the right side of the bed.
I crawled in next to her and spooned up against Priya's
back. She turned over and said, "Lie on your back."
I did as she asked and she laid her body half on mine and
held my flaccid cock. It wasn't but a few moments later,
Aleeya did the same, laying her tiny leg across my thigh
and placed her dainty little hand above Priya's, holding
the head of my dick in her sleep.
Priya giggled and said, "I told you she needs you. What
better way to fall asleep than to have two little girls
fondling your dick?"
"Chuckling, I replied in a whisper, "No better way at all."
Continued in Chapter 26…
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