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 me 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.”

Salima said angrily, “Good. She’ll get what she gave her daughter: a whipping!”

Mom said, “You’re not serious are you?”

Adib said, “Islamic law is very strict about the abuse of children and their punishment is very harsh.”

Dad said, “Good! I want to see this. They should be this swift in America with child abusers.”

Priya went upstairs and woke Aleeya, cleaned her up and dressed her in clean underwear and a 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, and 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 and 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 beat and why, and then he asked her to tell them what happened this morning and what her mother had said.

When she was finished, he spoke 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 he 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. He gently pulled her panties away from her butt and looked down inside at her black and blue behind. He then went back to his seat and conferred with the clerics.

He told me “Dress the child, and then take her out of the room,” which I did. He 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 wade 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 untold manner of beatings upon her buttocks. As punishment for your crime, you shall receive seventy-five lashes: five times that which you inflicted upon your child and then you’ll 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 had her lay out flat on her stomach on the floor, and 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 her body, to finish 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 to the street.

The Imam said to all of us as they stood to leave, “Go and tell of what you have seen. Allah 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 will 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 or to hurt his child, but there is 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. 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 as 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 had 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 about a week.”

Mom said, “Let’s go and get his over with.”

We piled into the limo and drove to the lawyer’s office. We were there about thirty minutes, and everything was signed. Adib took the papers and said, “I will have everything registered and ready to present to the U.S. embassy in about five days.”

Dad looked at him and said, “Don’t fuck this up! I don’t want your name traced 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 normal adoption.”

When we were all back in the car, Aleeya was sitting between Priya and I and 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?”

“First, 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 just cried tears of joy.

We dropped off Priya’s parents their home and went to 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, and Dad still couldn’t wrap his head around 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 nymphomaniac!”

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 busted out laughing. Mom quipped in with, “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 just 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 and 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 or 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, rubbery-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 lying 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 as flawless as 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 embraced my head to her and 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 in her eyes, and she looked at me 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 her self 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 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 with all of my life with the shame of even ignoring my name, 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 accept me, even the parts of my body that others, including me, were unspeakably defiled. I felt like my skin color was a defilement of myself, just like those parts of myself that so lovingly took part of. Even as a little girl, I’d take a bath and scrub my skin raw, hoping I could somehow wash away my color down the drain in the same way.

“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 as I might 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 amazed in wonder at 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 will die with 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 and thrust 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 and said, “Oh God, Sean, right there! Yes! 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 God, I’m cumming!” and 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 pulled them up which drew her legs wide open and her ass up in the air.

I licked around her opening and drank her copious flow, teasing her 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 rough, 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 opening 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 took 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 a 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 clenched 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 work, she took my still slick coated with our union into her mouth and grabbed the base with her left hand and began to rub her clitty with her right. I released my bladder as 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’ll 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 me. 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. Is there any 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.”