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. Adib’s house was in between school and ours, so the two girls decided that Priya and I 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 awoke feeling my morning wood tingling like crazy. 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 three 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 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 lose 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 luscious 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 of herself freely and unconditionally to me.

I flattened my tongue and licked her from asshole to mons about 4 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 relented and obliged her as I suckled on her little button for a moment and then left 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 feed her nether hole into 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. She responded with a grunt and moaned out, “Soo nasty, sooo gooood!” She clenched my tongue as if having a mini orgasm with 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. She pushed my head away, and I could see her little cunny winking with each spasm oozing her cream with each contraction. 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, you know?”

“Yes, but I’m your harlot, remember?”

“I do indeed! Let’s get 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 kameeze 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.”

“I’m happy about one thing though,” she replied, “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-haired, 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 for as much attention as they could get, 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 3:45, okay?”

“Why?” I asked. “You want to rub their noses in it a little?”

With a twinkle in her eye, she responded, “Just a little, okay?”

“All right,” 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, sure enough, we noticed that there were a few girls holding rings out for inspection by their peers. I exited the limo door and helped Priya and then Sarah out of the car.

With Sarah on my left and Priya on my right, I held my hand to 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 front door.

We heard one girl behind us gasp, “Who’s that hunk?” Priya didn’t even flinch; she 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 said to her, “See you later, Sis.”

She blushed and replied, “Yes, Sean,” and I turned and walked to the limo.

Someone asked Sarah, “Who’s he?”

Nonchalantly she replied, “Oh that’s Sean, my brother-in law.”

I smiled politely saying “Good morning” as I passed students on the way to the limo. Once inside the car, 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 preferences and quirks about office etiquette with my secretary when Priya called me about 11:30. 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!” Girls are 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, okay? 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 and 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 cup, 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 be 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 does 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, your little act makes me believe that 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. 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. Hasseeba 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 U.S. government, I can handle her.”

“Just watch your back,” I cautioned, and we then headed for the car. We left for home and dropped 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 going to 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 happened 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 has 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 whole 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 finished with, “Atta girl, 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 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 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.