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 100 REMINISCENCES OF A MARRIAGE TO A CHILD.
   Foreword.
   100 Reminiscences of a marriage to a child is a work of fiction, and as
such for the purposes only of fantasy, not intended to condone or encourage
paedophilia.  It is set on a fictional island community, where child-sex is
legal, and told from the 1st-person viewpoint of a 39yo man who has taken a
child-bride.  It is, therefore, a serious contemplation of how such a
culture might work (or not).  Moral pronouncements will be made through the
voice of this fictional character and his fictional society.  It is a
series of reflections, 250 words each, and will be posted 10 at a time.
   Reminiscences 11-20.
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   11.  HOW I CAME TO MEET AMY.
   Ah, the topic of many a small-talk: 'where did you meet your wife?'
Being as my wife is a child of 11 (9 at the outset), the question may hold
an extra level of curiosity.  Well, the first thing to understand is that
any adult male settler on the island has to choose each year whether to
become married, or to enjoy the pleasures of `casual status'.  I of course
chose the former, even though by the rules it would mean just ONE young
child would have to be my principle, regular source of erotic satisfaction
for an entire 12 months.  My next task was to select who this would be,
from a monthly pool of about 10 child brides.  I had 3 months before I
needed to choose.  As fate would have it, I had happened across Amy on only
my third day on the Island, as I was idly exploring around the outskirts of
North Village.  She was riding her bike.  I said hello, and she gave me the
sweetest smile and `hi' back.  I had no idea who she was at that time, only
that I thought, `Oh my God, now there's one I would love!' I came across
her several times a week after this, getting to know her name in passing.
Imagine my surprise, then, when in the second month her pic appeared in the
bridal pool.  I submitted my request instantly, and the rest is history.
   12.  WEDDING NIGHT PRECIOUS MEMORY #1
   If I had to pick five `precious memories' with which to enshrine in
taboo crystalline clarity my wedding night with Amy, the first would
undoubtedly be the undressing, and that first time of getting to see her in
her unripe 9-year-old glory.  Part of this, since it happened at the same
time, includes the moment SHE saw ME in my nudity, complete with erect
penis: the first she'd ever seen.  The fact I intended to use it, in a way
she could barely comprehend, added spice to a thrilling scene.  I made a
kind of `ceremony' of the moment, in the bedroom of the Island's quaint
Honeymoon Lodge.  Firstly, I explained to her that now is where we start
the wedding night `stuff', of which she had a dim and shy awareness of. 
After stooping to kiss her forehead, I had us strip ourselves down, face to
face by the side of the bed.  My first reaction on seeing her flat torso
and tiny-slitted genital flesh was a sense of ridiculousness and guilt. 
Her reaction on seeing 6 inches of adult cock standing to attention is
harder to define: something between fascination and fear.  She had a
rudimentary understanding that husbands `put it in' their wives, but I'm
not sure if she seriously though I would attempt that with her.  Well, it
was the moment I knew for sure that I would.  I was going to fuck a child.
She was my wife, and it was my right.
   13.  SOME BACKGROUND ON AMY.
   I gave Amy's physical description in [entry 1], but some readers may be
curious about her origins and how she came to be on the Island.  She was
English and moved here at age 7 with her father (then 32), an artist
seeking a life free from traditional civilization.  More to the point,
seeking a life of fucking a selection of Polynesian and Oriental girls on
the `casual database' (he's an ephebephile, 13 or over only for him).  He
had little in the way of money, but he was able to qualify for citizenship
by providing virgin child bride stock, and his paintings of island scenes
and girls of `various ethnicity' sell well with the rich tourists.  Peter
Sheridan is his name, in case you happen across one of his paintings on a
market stall in the `civilized' world.  Amy's mother died sadly from Swine
Flu when she was barely a year old.  The psychologists here say it did not
affect her too deeply, since she bonded nicely with a 16-year-old
girlfriend of her Dad as she grew past toddlerhood.  Her disappearance from
the scene after breaking up with Peter affected Amy worse.  However, she
settled well on the island after bonding in similar fashion with a
15-year-old Polynesian girl.  By the time I came on the scene, Amy was
deemed ready to be put up as a bride.  I found my shared Englishness with
her to be `solid ground' in the deeply taboo experiment I was undertaking.
   14.  WEDDING NIGHT PRECIOUS MEMORY #2
   I should say that, following on immediately from the feeling of
`ridiculousness and guilt' mentioned in [12], was pure excitement.  I had
us remain standing like this for some time before climbing into bed.  I
wanted to relish her child-nudity, and the fact I was naked with a naked
child, an exquisite chest-height on me.  I moved closer, took her head
gently in my hands and slowly pecked her forehead and cheeks, turning her
timid and cute face to the best angles.  My cock throbbed, brushing on her
belly at times.  She blushed, either from this or the kissing or both.  I
squeezed her narrow shoulders and her upper arms, in a kind of
dual-expression of affection with adult dominance.  I smiled at her and
elicited nervous smiles from her in return.  I partly expected her to
giggle in her anxiety over the unknown, or even run for the door, but was
impressed with her mature attitude to what was happening and told her so. I
tenderly flipped her hair around her shoulders, and combed it in my
fingers. I had her turn around several times so I could look at her soft
little arse.  I gave it a squeeze, which did bring a shy giggle from her.
Precious Memory #2, however, is - trivial though it may seem - simply this:
when I lifted her headband off her [see 9].  It was the final 1% of her
nudity, and a symbol that sex was going to begin in earnest.
   15.  VOCALIZING WITH AMY.
   I do not refer to singing of any kind, but to that idiosyncratic
repertoire of sighs, pants, moans and grunts that a person makes in sexual
activity.  Overall, I'm a `moderate grunter' - not particularly
exhibitionist or extravert, but I do like to express my pleasure.  This is
one topic which is by necessity different in child-sex, as opposed to
conventional relationships.  Firstly, below a certain age the girl clearly
cannot `feel' the emotions in sex, she simply does not have the developed
urges if at all.  Therefore she is not going to spontaneously pant or moan,
so it is frustrating if the adult lover wants this from her.  Secondly, she
cannot `understand' the passions and noises being expressed by the adult,
although she will get used to them and can even learn to copy them.  I
myself was usually happy with this state of affairs because, in common with
many pedos (but certainly not all), I enjoyed the experience of sexualizing
a `non-sexual' being so to speak.  In other words, the very fact she is
only a child is a massive part of the pleasure.  At moments of climax, such
as when cuddled up in bed and grinding on her, I tended to `freely' express
myself but not overdo it.  After cumming, I would close my eyes, sigh and
kiss her around the head and face, and stroke her hair: I wanted to show
her that it was `love', and that she was having this effect on me.
   16.  WEDDING NIGHT PRECIOUS MEMORY #3
   This is less easy to define, as the next half hour melted into a
paedophilic delight of cuddling, wriggling, fondling, sniffing, kissing and
licking.  All of this was done under the sheets, partly to make Amy feel
more `secure', but also because it actually felt more romantic to me that
way.  There was plenty of time for atop-the-sheets action in the coming
months.  My erection barely abated, and I did a good job of not cumming all
over the place prematurely.  I made sure she noticed it press and rub
against her, and I encouraged her to handle it.  I would have done so more,
except that I didn't want to ejaculate just yet.  PM#3 must, therefore, be
the first little bout of French-kissing with my 9-year-old bride.  At first
I did not prepare or instruct her, but simply started it and gauged her
reaction.  I held her by crown and chin, and settled over her with one leg
across hers as she lay meekly on her back.  Her little breaths were warm
but not quite as fresh as I would have expected - maybe stress or tiredness
- but this did not bother me at all.  I aimed for a gentle but full seal on
her little mouth, and steadily advanced my big tongue.  Her response was
little better than a resuscitation dummy, but the mere fact of being in
bed, naked with a child and kissing was magical in itself.
   17.  `LAMB INTO MUTTON'.
   A big part of the thrill for guys of a paedosexual disposition is in
sexing a creature who does not/cannot naturally feel and enjoy things
sexual, resulting in an experience that has for us a `special flavour'. 
However, there were times when I wanted Amy to `express herself' as a wife
and lover: that is, to be proactive in sex in deed and if possible emotion.
In short, I wanted Amy to initiate.  I wanted her to seduce.  I wanted her,
sometimes, to `take' me - as a wife sometimes should.  This could mean two
things for me as a person.  One, I was sadistic in wanting to watch a
little person's discomfort at attempting to behave in a way that was alien
to her.  Two, perhaps I was not entirely a pedo - I mean, perhaps I wanted
her sometimes to behave as a grown woman and substitute for that experience
missing in my life.  There is definitely an element of this with many
paedosexuals, I think.  We shy away from the matured version of
female-kind, and in a way have `given up' on them.  We find it a delightful
alternative to have, as an erotic outlet, a little soul that we can easily
command and mould to our exact bidding.  In my wishes for Amy to be more
like `mutton' (sometimes), I believe I was substituting for proper adult
sex, as well enjoying her efforts to be something she could not possibly
be.
   18.  WEDDING NIGHT PRECIOUS MEMORY #4
   Naturally, a great deal more kissing followed that night and ensuing
nights, and Amy's improvement would be gradual.  PM#4, however, has to be
the consummation itself - the act of penetrating the vagina of a 9-year-old
and ejaculating in her.  I opted for Amy on her back, her short legs off
the end of the bed, with me nestling my comparative bulk in between.  First
I applied liberal amounts of colourless and slick gel to her camel-toe (so
small), and tested her delicacy and tightness by slowly and carefully
fucking with my finger.  The sight of her cooperative but flinching little
blue-eyed face beneath my chest troubled but excited me.  It hurt me too a
little, as I guided, prodded and pressed my blunt, hard flesh into her
vulva, with my skin being pushed back from the helmet.  Her narrow hole was
persuaded to accommodate the thickness of a rigid adult penis, thanks in no
small part to the lube.  I encouraged her to wrap her exquisite legs around
me and, resting on my elbows, I cupped her blonde head.  Her gasps and
squeaks of pain did not last long, because I was firing thick, tingling
shots in no time.  I managed to hold still for Amy's sake, whilst about an
inch inside her, and grunted to express the profound moment.  I inspected
my `success', extracted my meat from her stretched labia, which closed up
but not before my excess gloop flowed from between them.
   19.  A `COMPOSITE RELATIONSHIP'.
   Living in the same house on a regular basis makes for many nuances, as
does the romantic fact of being wed.  Over the two years of our marital
bliss - mini-crises aside - I would say I was 5 things in 1 to Amy.  I was
like a second Dad at times, caring for her day to day needs and setting
myself up as her central authority in all things.  I offered sympathy if
she was upset, but not to the extent of denying myself my conjugal rights.
This I often reminded her, and I was backed up in this by the very culture
and schooling of the island.  Thus, I was also like a Roman master to her,
and she the slave - a sex slave as well as domestic one, but one I
cherished and did not want to hurt if it could be avoided.  Thirdly I was a
`teacher' - of things general as well as sexual.  Fourthly, I was simply a
`friend', manifesting itself in time spent doing utterly unsexual things
such as playing on the beach.  Fifthly, I was of course `lover' (husband
perhaps being the combination of friend and lover).  In a sex session I
often had to act all things at the same time, but sometimes I just forgot
about everything else and expressed myself only as `lover'.  For example,
the `missionary grinds' [see 21], where I grunted, panted or even `cussed'
my pleasure until I was done.  In the early days, at age 9, this distressed
her.
   20.  WEDDING NIGHT PRECIOUS MEMORY #5
   I regard this is simply waking up next to her in the morning.  Everybody
who has been in a sexual relationship knows this feeling: the buzz of
satisfaction and conquest of finding beside you the person you shared
intimacy with the previous night.  Except perhaps in some one-night stands,
where the feeling may be regret or even horror.  No such feeling with Amy,
although I did have a feeling of `Oh, fuck, what have I done?' when I took
stock of her naked 9-year-old presence in my bed.  In essence I'd abused
and raped a child - *raped a child* - who basically had had no choice in
it. Well, that was the old-world view.  Also, with the validation of my new
society, I'd merely `made love' to my newly-wed wife: surely the nicest of
all things a person ever does in life.  I had morning erection and I
proceeded to wake Amy up gently.  She moaned a little in somnolent
confusion, and when her eyes opened they immediately showed the anxiety I
saw at the sexual devouring of a few hours ago.  I performed a
vaginal-grind in missionary, speaking to her in soothing words and
caressing her pretty little head - her blonde hair a sensual delight in its
untidy morning form.  "Ughh, what is that?" she asked, after my semen
splattered her belly.  She hadn't quite connected it yet to what I'd done
to her vagina the previous night.
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   The next 10 to be posted in a day or two.  Feedback welcome to
ep1968@hotmail.co.uk
  
100 Reminiscences of a marriage to a child (11-20)