Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 110

I awoke at five and had to piss so bad it woke me up. Tiya was draped over my left side and she stirred when I crawled out from under her. When I came back to bed, she had turned over and thrown off the covers. She was lying in a tight fetal position with her hands tucked up under her chin.

I saw that cute, tight ass of hers and thought, Well Tiya, looks like Leeya all over again! and I reached for the lube. Just looking at her tight little butt, her cheeks pulled taut from her position, she was perfect for a rear entry straight into her back door.

I put a dab on my finger and coated her little star. Tiya stirred, but didn’t move from her position. I lubed up my already rock-hard cock and climbed in behind her. I nestled the head of my cock right against her crinkled back door. She must have been in a deep REM sleep or else she was just naturally receptive because when I seated my cock, her little hole was already slightly open.

I gave a gentle push and her anal ring gave me no resistance and I slipped right inside her. For a moment, she clenched me, but not tightly and relaxed her muscle. I gently pushed and entered her about two inches. She was tight as a fist, slick and hot. I reached around and took hold of her right nipple and began to gently knead her puffy protuberance,

Tiya started to moan in her sleep and I started to gently rock my hips, pumping inside her and slowly gaining her depths. When I had about three and a half inches inside her, she awoke. At first, she sighed when I massaged her nipple, but when she moved, she felt me inside her. She gasped and said, “Oh Gawd, Sean, what are you doing to me? It feels like you’ve got your fist up there!”

“Shush, Baby girl, Let me fuck your pretty little ass.”

I made about a half dozen thrusts and had about five inches inside her and she would grunt with each thrust. I rolled her over onto her stomach and lay in top of her with about two inches to deposit. She was panting and grunting into the pillow. I pulled her up to her knees and she arched her back, threw her head back, and looked at me over her shoulder. She winced and said, “Oh God, Sean, it hurts a little.”

I held still and rubbed her back and said to her, “Relax, Baby, I’m almost in.”

“Almost?” she half panted and half chuckled. “It feels like you’re going to come out my throat you’re so deep!”

“Just another two inches, Sweetie, and you’ll have all of me.”

I stroked slow and easy for another minute or so until my groin met her taut butt cheeks.

“God, Tiya, you’ve got it all. Your ass is so fucking tight and hot, I’m not going to last long at all!”

“Uhh! It feels like you’re churning my insides, Sean. It doesn’t hurt too much now, but please go slow.”

I remained perfectly still because her rectal muscles were rippling along the bottom half of my shaft and I knew that if I pulled out, she’d stimulate the sensitive top third and head of my dick. I said to her, “Lay your head down on the pillow and play with your button.”

Tiya reached between her legs and felt where we were joined and gasped, “OH — MY — GOD! You’re buried in my butt!”

“Diddle you clitty, Tiya, I need to cum,” I ordered calmly but firmly.

She obeyed and after a minute or so, she began to slowly rock back and forth as the tingling in her button increased. I began to start a slow rhythm of about two inch strokes and Tiya started to respond. She’d push back against me slightly when I hit bottom and she’d grunt “Uhh!”

I needed to cum and so I began to increase the length of my strokes as I slowly increased the tempo. I could hear her panting and grunting and I felt her start to peak. Her little butt cheeks started to quiver and her anal ring started to clench and release as she started to go over the edge.

I miss-timed my thrusts and she locked up and groaned a throaty “Uhhhh!” and clenched me tightly with her anal ring. I pushed through the gripping muscle and began to spurt as I drove into her to the hilt. Tiya fell forward onto her stomach and I followed her, buried deep in her colon as I finished cumming. We lay there panting and twitching: her anal ring clenching and releasing and me dry spurting inside her.

I was resting on my elbows, not wanting to put my full weight on her as we panted. I kissed her sweaty shoulders and neck and she just totally relaxed with me still impaled deep inside her. I gently slid out of her and rolled to my side.

Still on her stomach, she made a wet fart and giggled. She buried her head in the pillow as she farted again. I chuckled and said, “Don’t feel bad, Sweetie, it’s only air. That happens sometimes with anal sex.”

She rose up on her elbows and slapped me on the chest saying, “Thank you very much for asking to skewer me! Well, was my ass glorious? It felt like I had a telephone pole inside me! Gawd! Now I’m leaking your cum out of my butt! I’m all slimy now.”

I smiled and replied, “You’re welcome. And thank you very much, for letting me fuck your tight, hot little ass — oh, excuse me: your glorious, tight, hot little ass!”

“You’re welcome. Now, carry me to the shower, you pervert, so I can clean myself out. It felt like you shot a gallon of that stuff inside me. I’m telling Mama you raped my virgin butt hole.”

I laughed and replied, “From what you said earlier, she just might ask me to do hers.”

She slapped me hard on the chest and answered, “You’re probably right.”

Just then, she farted again and a big blob of cum oozed from her hole. She reached back behind her and swiped her hand through the crack of her ass and came back with a handful. She slapped it on my chest and said, “You are such a nasty pervert!”

She got up and ran to the bathroom giggling with her hand covering her dripping hole. We were horsing around in the shower when I said to her, “You know what’s next, don’t you?”

“No, Pervert, what’s next? Oh yeah, I have to learn to squirt, right?”

“Nope. As Leeya would say, “You gotta drink the sperms.”

She smiled and replied, “After what you just did to me, aren’t you afraid I’ll bite it off?”

“Nope. You wouldn’t do that, you love me, remember?”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot there for a second.” She turned around and stuck her ass out and added, “By the way, my butt hole is sore; kiss it.”

I squatted down with the water running down her back, peeled open her butt cheeks and kissed her little dimple. I gave her pussy a couple of good licks while I was there. She thrust her ass back into my face and moaned, “Man, I could let you lick me from now ‘til eternity!”

We finished showering, got dressed and went downstairs for prayers. After prayers, and with everyone sitting for breakfast, Pita smiled at us as she served her daughter and Tiya blushed. Mom smiled over her coffee cup and said, “Tiya, you’re walking a little funny. It seems to really got a debauching last night, huh?”

Tiya grinned at her sisters and replied smugly, “Yeah, the pervert really debauched me good: front and back!”

Mom spewed coffee all over herself and choked laughing. My wives just shook their heads giggling. Aziza covered her face laughing, and Jamie was red-faced trying to give Hibbah some excuse why she couldn’t explain that to her. The twins were wondering what all the fuss was about. Pita covered her mouth with saucer-sized eyes staring at us.

Tina went “Gasp! You mean he put his… in your… Oh my God! Tiya, you nasty hussy!”

Tiya just smiled and said, “Wait ‘til you get married then say that.”

Everyone looked at me and I simply put up my hands and said, “Hey, I’m a letch. What’d you expect?”

“Pervert is more like it,” Tiya quickly put in with a smirk. “He poked me while I was asleep and I woke up feeling rather… stuffed.”

“Oh do tell,” Leeya said gaily. “We just love juicy details.”

I saw Hibbah sitting there wide-eyed and taking every word in, so I replied, “Well, let’s just say it was like revisiting Leeya’s first time.”

All my wives broke up laughing and Mom spit her coffee again. “Sean!” Mom chided, “You didn’t?”

I nodded silently with a grin.

Tiya giggled and answered, “He did!”

Monaavi asked her, “Well, how do you feel?”

“My caboose is shaky and more than a little red.”

Leeya, the snot, asked, “Well, did you like it?”

Tiya smirked with a bite of food in her mouth, swallowed and said, “Maybe.”

Everyone just snickered. Hibbah asked, “What’d he do? Tell me, I wanna know. Please, pretty please?”

I shook my head no saying, “No, Princess. You’ll find out one day when you get married.”

Well, that was the wrong thing to say! She threw her muffin at me and vehemently shot back, “I’ll never get married; you know that! Who wants an ugly, scarred up cripple like me?”

Everyone looked at me as if to say, “You got yourself into this, now get yourself out.”

I went to her and scooped her up in my arms. I said calmly, “Hibbah, you may not believe this right now, but Allah has someone for you. You just need to get well, get your new foot and learn to get on with your life. It will happen. One day, when you least expect it, He will provide someone for you. Oh, and another thing: don’t throw food again. You can get as mad as you want. If you want to hit me, say so, but don’t throw things. Understand?”

She started crying and nodded saying, “I’m sorry, Sean. I get so mad and don’t think sometimes; I just react.”

“I know, Sweetie, but you have to learn to control it.”

“I’ll try,” she said through her tears then asked, “Do you really believe that there’s someone for me?”

“I do,” I replied.”I really do.”

Everyone else picked up on the thread and echoed my sentiments and agreed with me. After dodging that bullet, we settled into breakfast. Hibbah had to go to the orthopedists and get her cast removed that morning, so after we ate, I loaded her wheelchair into the van. I put Hibbah in the van and buckled her up then Aziza and Jamie got in and we left for the doctors.

Hibbah was a little frightened of the saw that cut the cast. She thought it was going to cut her arm off and she went ballistic. It took me fifteen minutes and the doctor demonstrating on his arm that she wasn’t going to lose her arm. After gently coaxing her some more, the doctor was able to cut her cast off. In the end, she gave him a kiss and a hug for removing the cast and not cutting her arm off.

He gave us some exercises to do with her with some thin, different colored stretchy rubber bands about two inches wide. They were to help rebuild arm strength and help with her range of motion. While we were there, he fitted her for a pair of aluminum crutches. She balked at using the crutches and I caved in and let her sit in the chair. I told her that the sooner she was getting around on crutches, the sooner she could be fit for her new foot and start learning how to walk again. She still wanted to be babied a little and I figured she deserved to be spoiled for a while.

As we were leaving the clinic, I asked my little princess, “Well, my little pixie, how about we go to the mall and look at a dress for you and your mom. Sound like a winner? Afterwards, we can get an ice cream or… one of those delicious cinnamon buns.”

Jamie’s translation hurt me when I heard, “I really want to, but I’m too ugly to go out in public.”

I pulled the car over, went around to the passenger’s side and opened the sliding door. I sat down right in front of her and said, “Listen, Hibbah. I can understand why you might feel the way you do.”

She cut me off saying, “No you don’t! You’re handsome and rich and have everything in the world. How could you possibly know how I feel? You live in a beautiful house, marry beautiful women and have beautiful kids. Everything in your life is beautiful. It makes me sick!”

I stuck out my chin and asked, “Do you want to take a swing at me?”

She slapped my shoulder saying, “No, I don’t want to hit you. I just wish I wasn’t such a freak!”

Rubbing her knee, I replied, “Hibbah, you’re not a freak. Let me tell you something, little girl, it doesn’t matter if you have one foot or both, or whether you have a scar on your face: some people will never like you: that’s just a plain and simple fact. There will always be people that will look at you, stare at you or make nasty remarks about you. That’s life. People have cussed me out, called me names and some have even said they hate my guts, but there are people I know that love me, care about and support me also.

“You need to love you. You are a lovely young girl, with a good heart and you’re a nice person. When you’re older, you will realize that if you find one, true friend in your lifetime that will stand by you come hell or high water, you’ve found more than most ever will. You have something to offer this world; what it is, you, your mother, or anyone else doesn’t know what that gift is yet, but you do have a gift.

“Why can’t you accept the fact that there are people who love you, care about you and are willing to help you? You deserve to be loved and are loved very much. Does anyone at home treat you badly? Don’t they all love and care about you, help you and want to be with you? Look at Jamie. She could be studying at a famous college and getting a degree, but she’s here, helping you communicate with everyone in America. Didn’t all the doctors and nurses at the hospital treat you with love and care?

“It’s okay to feel sad and it’s okay to be angry sometimes, but you need to see the good things you have and not dwell on the bad. In a couple of weeks, you get fitted for your new foot. You will walk again, Hibbah, I promise you that, but you have to want it. You have to do the work necessary to make a new life for yourself. If you don’t love yourself enough to do that, then, you’ll never be ready to love anyone else.

“Remember, Princess, you don’t have to do this alone. You have your mother, Jamie, me, my wives and family to help you. You have to want it. You have to want to get better, learn to walk and do many of the things other kids do. You have to tell yourself that you will have it and you’ll do anything you have to do to get it. It’s possible, Sweetie, believe me, it’s possible. Will it be hard? Yes, very hard. Will it be painful? Yes, sometimes very painful, but you can do it.

“I will be there for you every step of the way. I’ll love you, hug and kiss you and give you all the cuddles you want. BUT, I will also push you, lecture you, sometimes force you to do something and sometimes make you angry, but I will not sit back and watch you give up, shrivel up and die.”

Aziza was crying and so was Jamie despite translating what I was saying. Hibbah had tears running down her cheeks as her bottom lip quivered staring at me. She leaned forward and wrapped her slender arms around my neck and just sobbed. I swallowed hard and squeezed my eyes shut tightly to maintain my composure. I somehow knew that this might be a turning point for her and I needed to show strength and resolve.

I wiped the tears from my cheeks and rubbed her back as she slowly stopped crying. She released her embrace and looked me in the eyes. I smiled and she brightened up. She said, “I’m sorry for making you angry, Sean, but I just feel so ugly.”

“But you’re not, Princess. You need to let the little girl that’s inside your heart come out. Let everyone see that girl and people won’t see the scars or your foot. In order to be liked, you have to be likeable. If you don’t like you, why would anyone else want to like you?”

“Then why (sniffle) do you like me if I don’t like myself?”

I chuckled and answered, “That’s because I’m a sucker for pretty princesses with beautiful brown eyes, that’s why.”

She giggled then slapped my arm and replied, “Every time I try to get mad at the world, you go and make me laugh.”

“That’s because you look so beautiful when you smile.”

She gave me a peck on the lips and asked, “Sean, will you buy mama and me a pretty dress?”

“It would be my pleasure, Sweetie. Come on; let’s go find some pretty dresses, okay?”

She nodded silently with a smile. I closed the side door and we went the mall. Well, everyone knows what it’s like to go clothes shopping with three females… me and my big mouth! We did get Hibbah a very pretty knee-length, yellow and white dotted Swiss dress, and a pair of white patent leather shoes. The salesman was a real professional and didn’t even bat an eye when he fit her right foot for her shoes. He pretended like she was any other girl buying shoes. She asked him if she could only buy one, but he recommended she save the left one for her prosthetic foot. She smiled and nodded.

Aziza got a conservative, smart looking blue skirt, white blouse and matching jacket and a pair of new shoes. Jamie got a pink skirt and matching top. Afterwards, we pigged out on hot, messy cinnamon buns and coke. With three happy and giggling females, we made our way home.

Once home, Hibbah wheeled herself to my mother and showed her what she’d got. Everyone was happy that Hibbah now had two good arms and hands to use. She did have a nasty scar alongside her elbow from the shrapnel wound. No one seemed to notice.

I didn’t see Priya and asked Mom where she was. She said that Priya went to take Tiya to her piano lesson and to pick Tina up from school. Dad had gone fishing with Jim, our foreman. Monaavi took Hibbah to the bathroom and a few minutes later, Priya walked in with Tina conversing on Bluetooth. I asked Priya where my new bride was and she replied, “She’s filing for divorce because you left her for three women this morning.”

I put my arm around Jamie and quipped, “I already have a harem, why not expand it a little?”

Jamie and Aziza blushed and giggled behind covered mouths. Priya retorted, “Oh yeah, well don’t write a check with your mouth your dick can’t cash.”

Jamie gasped and said, “I can’t repeat that! Besides, I’m not going to be joining any harem — his or anyone else’s!”

Priya smirked and asked, “Oh? What, my man isn’t good enough for you?”

She looked at me and said to Priya with a giggle, “No, he’s plenty good enough. It’s just that I never did share my toys very well.”

Priya and Mom just laughed. By the look on Aziza’s face, Jamie told Aziza what was said anyway.

Priya said, “But speaking of Tiya, she stayed for a second lesson, so you’ll have to go pick her up. You’d better leave now before she leaves with that new student. He’s rather cute.”

I chuckled and replied, “Oh no you don’t; none of my wives would ever think about cheating. I’m too lovable.”

“Priya head wagged toward me and said to Jamie, “He’s a legend in his own brainless (with finger quotes) head.”

Well, we all knew which head she was talking about. I picked up my keys to go pick up my little bride with the talented concerto fingers.