Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 10: Married Life begins (Rom, ped, cons, anal, ws)

After a wild night of wedded bliss that ended at five the next morning, Priya and I awoke at 8:30 to begin our first day as a married couple. We were both too tired (and her too sore) to fool around, so we hopped in the shower, washed each other and got out, dried and dressed.

Our morning prayers complete, we headed downstairs for breakfast at 9:45. Dad had left for work and Mom was sitting at the table nursing a cup of coffee. I groggily asked for a large cup of black coffee. Priya, with eyes closed and sitting next to me, kind of leaned over to rest her head against my shoulder.

Mom giggled over her cup and said, “Some husband you are. Did you keep this child up past her bedtime ravaging and defiling her?”

Priya went back into her charade mode. She put her head in her folded hands on the table and ‘sobbing’ said, “Oh Madam, it was terrible! First he dragged me upstairs. He stripped away my modesty and bared my innocence for his eyes to gaze upon. He then tasted my childlike charms like a feast of forbidden fruit. To finish my defilement, he forced me to play the harlot and debauched me by penetrating me with the lascivious sword of his manhood and tore away the maidenhead of my purity.” She ended her ‘tale of woe’ with, “boo-hoo, boo-hoo.”

While Priya was playfully acting out, I realized at that moment that she felt a true connecting bond with my mother that maybe she couldn’t be free enough to express with her own mother. She knew that my mother accepted her age, her precociousness, her skin color and everything else that others might look down upon, and only saw a young girl in love and married to her son.

Mom played along and began to stroke her hair and said, “You poor, poor child! How did you survive so much debauching? Surely you thought of death, yet I heard no cries of distress.”

“Oh Madam, this evil beast forced me to endure his lustful advances with cunning and guile. He cast a spell over my tender senses and mingled his lust with candied caresses, touching places I dared not touch myself. He summoned up the demons of desire to conspire against me. Being an innocent child to such witchcraft, I succumbed and relented to his fornications.”

Mom asked her, “What are you saying? Were you a very naughty girl?”

Priya looked up with a cute smile, giggled and said, “Me Ma would be proud of me.”

Mom then said, “How do feel about all this?”

“Sore.”

Mom then gave me a look to go see about breakfast, so I excused myself and went to the kitchen, but left the door open to eavesdrop.

Mom placed her hand on Priya’s and asked her softly, “Priya, are you alright? How do you really feel about last night? Why the charade?”

Priya grabbed my mother’s hand and said, “I’m fine. I’m sore inside, but I’m fine. I’m a little confused, maybe overwhelmed by what happened and why I acted and did some of the things I did.”

Mom said to her, “Did you talk to Sean about it?”

Priya replied, “Yes, but am I wrong to like the things we did? Am I a harlot for enjoying such things?”

Mom got serious and asked her, “Did he hurt you? Did he force you to do something you didn’t want to do?”

“No, Sean didn’t hurt me. In fact, he was very gentle and loving. It’s just that we did things I never expected we’d do and I like it: all of it. I experienced feelings that I would not have dreamed myself capable of. Sean awakened desires in me that I didn’t know existed and now, I want to do them again and again.”

Mom tried to console her by saying, “Look Priya, without knowing exactly what you did, all I can say is this. If you’re not being forced to do something and you enjoy what the two of you did together, then there’s nothing to feel bad about. IF… If you’ve done something that was pleasing at the time, but now you feel guilty about, I wouldn’t do that again. Do you understand?

“The intimate life you and Sean share, must be something that you both enjoy, find mutually pleasing and satisfying, and fun - yes, fun. Guilt will only lead to resentment and resentment will drive you away from him, not draw you closer. It doesn’t matter what the two of you do together, whether it’s anal sex, or maybe you like being tied up and have your ass spanked; it doesn’t matter what it is. What’s satisfying to you may turn me off completely. What others think doesn’t matter as long as no one gets hurt either physically or emotionally. Only you and Sean can determine what’s right for the two of you. Do you understand?

“Hell, you’re eleven years old! How many people would say that you getting married is a crime? Do you think you’ve committed a crime?”

“No!” Priya responded, “If I thought it was a crime or wrong, I never would have gotten married!”

“It’s the same with sex,” Mom responded. “Don’t let others tell you how to act in the bedroom. If you truly liked what you did, and you want to continue doing those things, then only do so with a clear conscience.

“Intimacy also involves trying new things: some you’ll like, others you won’t. Don’t be afraid to try things, but only do those things you would continue to enjoy doing without regret. Have I helped ease your confusion any?

“Oh! By the way, you’re not a harlot! A harlot will do anything for money whether she likes it or not. Don’t ever degrade yourself by feeling that way, understand?”

“Yes, Mom, I understand. I guess I was kind of overwhelmed and didn’t trust my feelings. I enjoyed everything we did last night very much and now that I have a little understanding of some of what I like, I can be free to share those things with Sean and not feel bad about it.

“As for the charade, I guess I was acting out my anxiety. I feel a strange and close bond with you and I believe that you know me even better than my mother: I could never talk to her about these things.”

“I love you, Priya, and will always be here for you if you need me: always! I have to tell you how proud I am of you because you are handling issues that grown women struggle with and some never seem to resolve. You’ll be fine. Just remember what I’ve told you and never - and I mean never - forget to say ‘no’ when you don’t want to do something and always talk these things out with your husband. He’s the one you share your bed with.”

“I promise. I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too. Now, why don’t the two of you get something to eat, Okay?”

I took that as my queue, and returned to the dining room with two plates of food. We sat and ate breakfast, talking of the upcoming events such as Priya returning to school and me going to work.

We’d just finished eating when the phone rang. Mom answered it and said, “Here, Sean, it’s Adib.”

I took the receiver from Mom and after we exchanged salaams, Adib said, “Good morning, Son. How’s Priya?”

I replied, “She’s fine. Would you like to talk to her?”

“No, it’s not permitted,” he said.

“Why?” I asked.

“On the fourth day, you’ll bring her back to her home for her welcoming. But the reason I’m calling is because there’s the last step in making your marriage legal that needs to be done. You and Priya must be at the magistrate’s office tomorrow at ten am for the civil ceremony and get your marriage license. Bring your parents; Mahmoud and I will also be there, just like the Muslim ceremony, do you understand?”

“Yes, do you anticipate any problems?”

“No, but it will be quick: no more than thirty minutes. Have Priya dress in a nice sari and you can wear a suit, okay?”

“Sure, are you all right?”

“I’m fine, its just that last night was the first time Priya has not been with us, and although we’re full of joy for her, we’ve had to let her go before we intended to.”

“Priya’s happy also, but I know she misses all of you too.”

“Well, give her my love, and I’ll see both of you tomorrow.”

We said our salaams and disconnected the line.

I returned to the dining room and filled Priya and Mom in on my conversation with Adib. I also proffered the thought that after the ceremony, Priya and I should go to her school and update her records. Mom and Priya thought that was a good idea.

Mom called Dad and informed him (to his relief) that the civil ceremony would happen tomorrow. He said he’d make reservations for a celebratory dinner tomorrow evening.

Priya and I went out shopping just something to get out of the house, finally be together in public without a chaperone and just begin to enjoy our married life. Priya bought some new clothes and some gifts for her family. We returned home in time to get ready to have dinner when Dad got home.

It seemed strange at dinner that evening: my parents, my wife and I.

Priya dressed in a western style yellow sundress and wore her black wavy hair down. Dad was in awe of her and said, “Priya, I didn’t realize how beautiful you really are. You have the most beautiful hair!”

Priya gave us all a nice ‘chocolate blush’, and said giggling, “Father, I bet you say that to all the young girls!”

Mom jokingly jumped in with “She’s got your number, doesn’t she?”

Dad just laughed and said, “Guilty as charged.”

I added my two cents with, “I think she’s had his number from day one!”

Dad said, “Yeah well don’t tell anyone about it, I have a reputation to protect.”

Mom went into her devilish mode and nonchalantly asked Priya, “Has Sean sucked your toes yet?”

With that, Dad nearly choked on a green bean and busted out laughing with Mom right behind him.

I was chuckling also and Priya looked at all of us and said, “What, did I miss something?”

Mom said, “No, Dear, you’ll find out soon enough.”

The rest of dinner went without any more shenanigans, and we retired to the living room to watch a movie. Priya and I sat on the love seat with Priya nestled in the crook of my right side and she pulled my arm across her shoulder to rest on her right breast. I cupped her breast in my hand and she looked up and smiled, and then looked back to the movie.

I began tracing slow circles around her bra-covered bud, and I felt her nipple harden. She placed her left hand on my thigh and every so often would squeeze my thigh when she felt a shivered tingle. Her breathing became a little quicker and deeper, but we made it through the movie without drawing too much attention to our escapades. When the movie was over, Priya and I said goodnight and retired to the scene of our first taste of bliss only hours before.

We said our evening prayers. I was thinking of last night’s conversation and the internal conflict in her earlier remarks. I fervently prayed for redemption from my demon and to live my life in satisfaction with my wife: even into old age. Does she know? How could she? At the moment, all I could think about was my desire for her luscious, pubescent body and the pleasures she could bring me.

We then began to get undressed for bed. Right as Priya was pulling her sundress over her head, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to me, and pressed my hard on into the crease of her back. She pushed back a little and said, “Do you want to make nasty with me again?”

“Very nasty,” I said.

“Sean,” she began, “Just being near you fills me with such a need to be touched. All I can think about is doing the things we did last night. I like being nasty with you! Can we be nasty?”

“As nasty as you want,” I said softly.

Priya spun around in my arms, leaned back to look me in the eyes, and then reached around behind her and unhooked her bra. She flung it to the floor and ground herself into me and said, “Let’s get undressed and take a shower.”

She pulled away, pulled her panties down in one swift motion and flung them with her foot to the side, and then padded her dainty little butt to the bathroom. I got undressed and followed her into the bathroom and then we stepped into the shower.

Priya then turned to face me running her finger up and down her chocolate colored slit and with a wicked grin said, “Would you like me to pee for you? Will you taste me like last night?”

I looked down at her and said, “I’d taste you whenever I can get the chance,” and knelt down in front of her.

Priya looked down at me with pure lust in her eyes and meekly said, “Can we play a game?”

“Maybe… What kind of game?” I asked.

“Can we pretend you’re an invading foreigner and I’m your captive slave and you make me do nasty things for your pleasure? Pretend to force me to do nasty things?”

“Well… all right,” I said. “But I don’t particularly like the idea of force.” As I was saying this, I felt a sudden rush of power. She had touched a nerve: a certain nerve and that creaky closet door opened up again in my mind. Priya was subconsciously feeding the demon within me to play out a scene with an eleven year-old girl - despite the fact the she was my wife - to control a child for my own pleasure.

I stood, reached out to the towel rack and pulled a hand towel off the rack and looked down at her. She went into her charade mode and stood, eyes cast down, turned slightly to the right with her left leg bent at the knee and her hands folded in front, covering her sex. I was rock hard!

I grabbed her shoulders and spun her around and grabbed her wrists, her hands still covered in henna painted designs. I brought them around behind her back and tied them together, and turned her around to face me.

I pulled her chin up to look at me and she pretended to try and look away. I jerked her back to look at me and she looked up. I told her, “You are mine and you’ll do as I ask or you’ll be punished. Do you understand?”

Priya cast her eyes down and meekly said, “Please sir, please, don’t hurt me.”

“Silence! Spread your legs!”

Priya hesitated a moment, and then moved her legs apart about two feet, and I said, “Wider!”

She then shuffled them apart another foot. I then sat down between her legs and looked at her jewel. The lower edge of her slit where her hole was, glistened with her oils. I pried her pussy lips opened and licked her juices and she gave a small shuddering hiss.

I then began to lick around her clitoral hood until her little nubbin peeked out. She arched her pelvis forward, and leaned into my mouth. I stopped my oral ministrations, and she moaned out her displeasure.

I told her, “When I tap your leg, pee for me. When I tap it again, stop your flow. When I tap you again, resume. Do you understand?”

Priya, in full slave mode pleaded, “Oh sir! Please don’t make me do this awful thing!”

“Silence!” I retorted, “Do you understand? Do you wish to be punished?”

Turning her head away to the left she meekly said, “No sir, I’ll pee for you.”

I pried her pussy lips open and ordered her, “Lean your cunt into my mouth.”

She bent slightly at the knees and slowly leaned her gaping vulva to my mouth. With my mouth buried in her slit and onto her clit, I began to torture her by flicking my tongue over her exposed button. She involuntarily quivered a couple of times and I lowered my mouth to her urethra. It was pulsing open and closed. I placed my left hand behind her right thigh and brought my right hand up and began to massage her little clit. After she quivered twice, I tapped her thigh. She shuddered a deep “Uuuuhh,” and I felt her urethra purse and slowly open.

Priya began to piss in a few halting dribbles and then began to flow. She cried out “Oh God! I’m peeing in your mouth!”

I continued teasing her clit as I drank her warm, salty emission. When my mouth was full, I tapped her again and she squeaked to sputtering halt as she breathed through her mouth. After I swallowed, I tapped her again and she began to slowly flow. I did this three more times and it was becoming increasing harder for her to maintain control of her bladder as she approached orgasm. I then applied more pressure to her clitty as I tapped her leg and she immediately began to flow. I sucked on her piss hole and attacked her clit with my finger; and while still pissing in midstream, she groaned out “Oh God!” and came hard.

Priya’s knees buckled, and I had to catch her, piss spraying my face, to keep her from falling backward with her hands tied behind her back. Our bodies, slick with her emissions caused my hand to slip and I almost dropped her. I lowered her to sit on my thighs, and held her to me. She was still quivering and panting through her mouth as I stroked the side of her face.

I was now painfully erect and needing release, so once her breathing somewhat steadied, I pulled her hair to force her to look at me and I said, “Get up.”

Once standing, I arose and looked down at her saying, “On your knees!”

Still in a fog, I had to hold her under her armpits as she struggled to kneel. Once on her knees, with hands tied behind her back, she looked up at me with doe eyes. I looked down at her, fisted my 7” pole and tapped her on the chin with it. She gazed at my cock, only inches from her lips, and I said, “Suck. Spill a drop and I punish you!”

Priya leaned forward, planted a kiss on the head of my cock and slowly took me into her mouth. I moved my hands to the side of her head and grabbed her hair, slowly fucking my cock in and out of her mouth. Priya was definitely in the part, because she attacked the head of my cock with her tongue, swirling and sucking with passion. I tried to control myself, thrusting only about tree inches into her mouth, but a couple of times went overboard, causing her to gag. I was caught up in the scene and couldn’t control myself any longer. My nuts tightened up and I said, “Here it comes, take it all!”

I thrust forward, threw my head back and howled Aaahhh” and erupted into her sucking mouth. She heaved, and her mouth opened for a second to catch her breath and some escaped from her lower lip dripping down to her chin. She was swallowing hard and fast to keep up because I’d shot about three or four more spurts into her waiting mouth. Once I’d finished spurting, I squeezed out the remainder and just let her gently suck the glans before withdrawing from her mouth and releasing my hands from her hair.

Priya was gasping, trying to regain her breath when she looked up at me. Her eyes were glazed over and looked submissive, and yet surprised by the intensity of the scene we’d just played out. She had a string of cum hanging from her chin and I watched it drop onto the center of her chest, right between her breasts and continued to run down to her navel.

After regaining my breath, I said to her, “Are you thirsty?”

Priya then looked down submissively and nodded.

I said to her, “Put you head back and open your mouth: eyes on me.”

She then sat back on her thighs, looked up at me and opened her mouth.

I then ordered her, “Swallow what I give you,” pointed me dick at her mouth and slowly began to piss. I caught her on the chin and as it splattered she closed her eyes as I moved my stream up to her waiting mouth. I filled her mouth and it began to overflow, so I pinched off the flow. She swallowed and I continued again, repeating this three times.

I then directed my stream down to coat both of her breasts and said to her, “Lean back.” She threw her head back and obeyed and I finished by pissing directly onto her exposed clit. Priya shuddered and moaned out “Oh God! I love you!”

I reached down and grabbed her by the shoulder to keep her from falling backwards and hitting her head. I then reached down and grabbed her under her armpits and pulled her up to stand. I held her wet body in my arms and said to her, “Are you alright?”

She began to cry softly and said, “Why do I like this so much? It’s so nasty! Why does it hold such a fascination to me?”

“I don’t know, Baby,” I replied softly, “Sometimes we don’t understand why we like the things we do, but I enjoy it also: does that mean we’re both crazy?”

“I can’t understand why it makes me burn inside to do these things, but it does. I thought that if I made you ‘force’ me, I wouldn’t like it so much, but I’m kidding myself. I do like it so!”

“Well, besides needing a shower afterwards, it’s harmless, don’t you think? We’re not hurting each other, so why fret about it?”

“I don’t know… it’s as if a demon had taken over me and I need to do this. I wonder if I’m normal to like this sort of thing?”

“I know about demons and I don’t think it’s a good idea to play these games of force very often. I’m afraid things might get out of hand.”

“I trust you not to hurt me, Sean. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s not you, it’s me. I’m afraid my lust will overtake me and I’ll go too far and make you think less of me.”

“It seems we both don’t want to hurt each other, but can you accept me and my nasty feelings?”

Momentarily thinking of my demon, I responded, “I accept you unconditionally, if you can only come to accept me.”

Priya looked up at me quizzically and then steadfastly said, “I will unconditionally try to fulfill all of your desires, no matter what.”

With an ironic chuckle, I said, “”You may not realize what that might entail.”

“Wait and see,” she said. “The vow has passed my lips and I shall fulfill it.”

Staring blankly at her for a moment, I thought of what the implications of her words might possibly bring in the future. Will I use her demon to feed mine or would we be caught up in our lusts, she consuming me or worse, destroying us both? Flinching in my gut as I tried to again close that creaky door, I said, “We’ll see. Let’s take a shower.”

Priya giggled and shakily stood and I untied her hands and turned on the water to shower. We washed each other, toweled each other dry, then moved to the bedroom.

We got into bed and immediately began the dance of love, kissing each other trying to quench each other’s fires. Oh God, how I loved to suck her bulbous buds and pretend to ingest the nourishing milk from her developing nipples. Priya, sensing my need pulled me to her sensitive breast buds as if to feed me what she couldn’t yet give.

I was consumed with the fires of passion, and dove from her breasts directly to her pussy. I pulled her legs up with her knees at her shoulders, splitting her obscenely open and dove in. I completely engulfed her tiny vulva in my mouth, slathering it with my tongue and searching for her clit. We were both of the same state of mind and she said, “Yessss! Suck it! Suck my baby pussy!”

Her vulgar orations fueled the fires of my lust, making me realize that I was eating an eleven year-old pussy. She was flowing like a river, oozing desire from her winking, dripping cunt. Placing her arms over the back of her thighs, she grabbed her ankles and pulled back, trying to force herself into my feasting mouth. Her anus was winking rapidly and when I saw it, I thrust my pointed tongue right up her ass. She moaned out, “Oh God! Sooo gooood! Sooooo nasty! Suck it, suck my ass and eat me!”

I pulled my tongue from her ass and panted out, “I need to be inside you!”

Still prying her legs apart to show me her dark brown star, she said, “I’m still too sore, put it in my ass, fuck my ass!”

I didn’t even bother with the lube. I pressed my engorged member to her saliva-coated anus; she then grunted and pushed out as I pressed inward. She was so enflamed with desire I slipped right past her sphincter and into her ass and she let out a muffled “Umpf.” I stopped as her muscle gripped my invading cock like a vise and waited.

I started with slow, deliberate strokes and after about five minutes was soon balls deep in her colon. She was on fire! Her ass was like a raging furnace: so fucking hot! Like the night before, she placed her feet on my hips and began to milk me deep into her bowels. Looking down at her distended, swollen and penetrated ass, she was matching me thrust for thrust, and moaned in a deep guttural tone, “Oh God, so deep! It feels like I can taste you in my throat!”

She was squeezing me on the withdrawal while pushing away with her legs, and releasing her muscle and sliding back down on with my thrusts, panting a “Uuuhh” when I hit bottom. I was on fire and I was slapping my balls against her tiny ass as hard as I could, trying to climb inside her. I felt my nuts pull up and my legs begin to tighten and cried out, I’m cumming!”

Priya quickly flung herself backwards onto the bed, wrapped her legs around my waist and pushed herself off the bed from her shoulders down, and began to orgasm with me. Her sphincter locked my cock in place as I painfully continued, what seemed like forever, to shoot off into her bowels. She’d spasm with each spurt, clenching, milking my cock. Priya, with her mouth open and eyes wide, was almost catatonic. She had a trickle of saliva running from the side of her mouth and making a low, guttural sound. I collapsed on top of her and simply went limp. Silently, Priya gently pushed me and I rolled off of her onto my back and just stared at the ceiling panting.

She slowly rose from the bed and waddled to the bathroom. After draining her ass on the toilet and washing off, she brought back a washcloth and gently cleaned my cock.

I managed to recover and asked her, “Are you alright?”

She smiled and said, “I’m fine. A little sore and weak in the legs, but I’m fine.”

“How’s your ass? Are you sore?”

“No, but you must have put a liter inside me, it’s still running out of me!” We looked between her legs, and sure enough, she had a trail running down the inside of her thigh. She giggled and flopped on the bed on her back, cum still leaking out of her ass.

“God! I’m such a nasty girl! Allah help me, I love it so much!”

“I love you Priya. God, I love you so!”

“I love you too, Sean. No matter what, I will never let you go!”

She rolled over and I held her in a spooning position. She lifted her leg, placed my deflated member between her legs, and we both fell exhausted into a sated slumber, cum still coating the inside of her thighs