Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 34: Aleeya’s Homecoming (Mg rom, cons, oral)

I awoke the next morning as I’d had fallen asleep: with Aleeya on top of me and the head of my flaccid member still impaled in her tiny ass. I rubbed her stomach, and she slowly awoke. She whispered, “Your thingy is still in my poopy hole.”

I chuckled and said, “Yeah, he likes it there.”

She giggled and said, “I’m kinda sore there. Will I be all right?”

I gently pulled out of her and her hole closed up so tight she didn’t even leak. I turned her over and her anus was a little red and swollen, but looked fine and I said, “Yes, you’re all right.” Just then, I saw my cum start to ooze out of her tiny nether hole. I got an instant erection because it was such an obscene, erotic sight to see cum leaking from the ass of a five year-old girl.

I carried her to the toilet and after some embarrassing wet fart sounds, she expelled the cum from her ass. We got into the shower and she saw my erection and began to suck it.

I told her, “You’d better stop or I’m gonna cum real soon, so get ready!”

Seeing this tiny pixie looking up at me with my dick head in her mouth made me lose it. I told her, “Here it comes!” And shot off in her mouth. She swallowed two squirts and pulled off, letting the last one hit her in the chin and then milked the rest down her hand.

She looked up with a string hanging off her chin and said smiling, “Boy, you sure squirt a lot of sperms, don’t cha?”

I laughed and said, “The prettier the girl, the more sperm.”

She giggled as we played and showered, and I asked her, “Are you angry with me or feel bad about what we did last night?”

She smiled and buried her face in my groin as we stood and she hugged me around the legs and said, “No, I like doing those secret things with you. You really didn’t hurt me and I like to feel you inside me. When are you gonna put your thingy, I mean your dick, in my ‘gina?”

Smiling, I said, “Soon, Sweetheart, soon. Let me tell Priya what we did alright? I think it’s best if I tell her, all right?”

“Okay, if that’s what you want.”

We finished showering and dressing and Priya came into the bedroom. She gave me one of those “I like the way we fucked last night” looks, kissed Aleeya good morning and we said prayers and went downstairs to breakfast.

Mom and Dad were, as usual, already at the table when we sat to eat. Aleeya was prattling on and on about her party tonight, and we just let her ramble on and listened. Mom nodded her head towards the kitchen and I nodded that I knew what she meant.

I went to the kitchen, and sitting in a chair while her mother readied breakfast, I saw little Attiya for the first time. I startled them both with my arrival and Attiya stood up.

I said to Pita, “Well, it looks like you still have a job. Are you going to introduce me to this beautiful young lady?”

Pita smiled, blushed and rushed to her daughter’s side. She said, “Mr. Sean, this is my daughter Attiya. Attiya, this is Mr. Sean.”

I stuck out my hand and she placed hers in mine and I said, “Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Attiya. You are very pretty. Do you know that?”

She shyly pulled her shoulders forward, looked down and rocked her shoulders back and forth and smiled.

Attiya is an average Indian little girl. She had wheatish colored shin with medium brown eyes and dark brown hair cut just above her shoulders. She stands about three foot six and weighs about 40-45 pounds. She has a cute button nose and a shy smile. Pita told me she’s five, almost six.

She was eyeing the food on the prep table and I asked her if she was hungry. She looked at her mom, and I said, “It’s okay; if you’re hungry you can eat with a new friend. Would you like that?”

She nodded, so I told Pita to bring another place setting and took Attiya’s hand and we walked to the dining room.

When Aleeya saw her, she squealed out in excitement and hopped from her chair and ran to us. I said, “Aleeya, this is Attiya. She’s going to be your new friend and she’ll be coming here every day now. Would you like that?”

“Oh goody, goody! Wanna eat?”

Attiya gave her a single nod.

I told Aleeya, “She doesn’t talk much yet, but I’m sure you two will be talking like crazy soon, so be a little patient with her, okay?”

Aleeya nodded and took her hand and led her to the table. We let the two girls sit together as they dug into the eggs and potatoes while Aleeya told Attiya about her party tonight with a stuffed mouth.

The three adults looked on in amusement and thought this might be a good thing for both girls. We were just finishing breakfast when the doorbell rang. Pita answered it, and let Monaavi in and we all met her in the hallway. I told her that I’d talk to her father today and I’d let Mom help her set up a routine for the girls. In the end, she’d have to give either Priya or me weekly status reports on each of the girl’s progress. She agreed that that wouldn’t be a problem.

Mom informed Monaavi that the day would be spent on Aleeya’s homecoming party and she was invited to help and even attend this evening if she wanted. Monaavi said that she’d like to meet Aleeya’s family and would like to attend.

I pulled her aside and told her, “I’d like an honest assessment of Attiya from you as soon as possible. If she needs specialized instruction, the sooner she gets it, the quicker she’ll fit into a school routine with kids her own age,” and she said to give her about a week.

With final instructions, hugs and kisses goodbye, Dad, Priya and I made it out the door. Dad headed to the office as Priya and I went to pick up the girls. I told Priya that probably all I was going to hear for quite a while was lovebird chat about Haseeba and Mahmoud.

Priya said laughingly to me, “Well, you started it, now deal with it.”

Was I just told off?

I paused a moment and said, “I’ve got something to tell you about Aleeya and I.”

She looked at me and asked, “What is it?”

Looking at her I replied, “I had anal sex with her last night.”

After I helped Priya pick her jaw up off the seat, I went on to explain and said, “I was so worked up when I left you last night, and when I pulled back the duvet to get into bed, she was lying there naked in a fetal position with her little butt sticking out and I just snapped. I had to have her.”

I went on to explain how and what I did and how she reacted, and that she even had an orgasm, liking me shooting off inside her. I also told her we slept joined together and about the blowjob she gave me in the shower.

I expected her to be pissed, but she said, “How far did you penetrate her?”

“About three inches, I guess,” I responded.

“Okay, I guess. I did give you permission to test the waters, but I really didn’t expect you to jump in with both feet. Is she okay physically?

“Yes,” I began, “she was a little red and swollen, but she’s fine. She said it hurt a little, but it was a ‘good’ hurt and she seemed fine with it. She asked me when I’d do her other hole.”

“What’d you tell her?”

“All I said was soon.”

“All right. Tomorrow night we’ll see if she can take you. Is that all right with you? Do you think you can you wait that long?”

She was pissed. I said to her, “Please, don’t be angry with me. I can wait and you know it. If we’d finished what we started, I wouldn’t have even considered it.”

“I’m not mad, just disappointed. I just wanted to be there when you took her virginities, that’s all.”

“You’re not mad at me are you?”

“No, I said I wasn’t. What’s done is done, if she’s fine with it, then so am I. I’m glad you didn’t get carried away and try to really impale her. It’s partly my fault anyway. I knew what state you were in when you left.”

She giggled a little and said, “Maybe I am a little jealous that she got what I really wanted.”

Hoping the tension was broken, I joked, “You little harlot.”

She stuck out her tongue and said, “But I’m your little harlot.”

Anyway, when the girls got in the car, sure enough, there were giggles and tittering (amongst whisperings). I said, “All right, if I have to listen to this every day, I want to get in on the scoop also.”

Sarah gave me a dignified “Humph” and said, “Well, if you must know, Uncle Mahmoud called Papa last night and asked if he could see Haseeba tonight at the party”

I looked at Haseeba and said, “Well?”

She smiled and said, “If you need a report, he’s coming over and we’re going to try to spend some time together and talk! There, are you happy?”

“Are you?”

“Yes, very happy!”

“Good.”

They all three went back to giggles and fits. I kissed my wife goodbye and the girls sauntered off to the school entrance arm in arm. I made my way to the office.

Upon arriving and after going over my messages, I called Ravi into my office. I invited him in and asked him to be seated. He was very enthusiastic and appreciative of my hiring his daughter as our teacher/nanny.

I told him he really didn’t need to thank me, and that I should be thanking him. Monaavi earned the position on her own merits and personality. All of our family was impressed and found Monaavi to be very charming, well spoken and honest. He again offered his appreciation.

I began again by saying; “I called you here to talk specifically about Monaavi’s position with us. What did she tell you last night when she got home?”

He answered, “She told me that she’d be responsible for not one, but two girls and that one has autism, but the severity isn’t yet known. When I asked her for more specifics regarding the girls, she said that you asked her to keep your confidence and that you would explain today. Is that why I’m here?”

“Exactly,” I replied. “My home life is private, just as yours or any other family’s. There are certain aspects of my life that, by having your daughter in my employ, will become knowledgeable to you. I wanted to explain the details and make sure that you first, don’t have a problem with it, and second, I can count on your discretion concerning these matters.”

I went on to explain and he knew of my being Muslim and my marriage to Priya and her age. I then revealed the details of Aleeya’s life, the circumstances and how and why she became my second wife.

He was a bit shocked, but was understanding and listened to my explanation. He asked questions that voiced his concerns and I answered them and he seemed to accept the fact that although our situation was unique, didn’t seem to be improper.

I asked him, “Do you have a problem with Monaavi working for me under these conditions and with our current situation?”

He answered, “I trust Monaavi to make the right choices and if she feels comfortable working for you and your family, then I don’t see a problem with it. You can certainly depend upon my confidence and discretion regarding your home life: not only for your sake, but for that of your child bride.”

I thanked him politely. We gave our salaams and returned to our daily duties. I called the few clients that weren’t as forthcoming with payment for expedited work that we’d performed and worked out a better system of payments with their respective CFO’s. I had lunch with Dad and I told him what went on with the delinquent accounts and he was pleased. I also filled him in on the status of Mahmoud and Haseeba.

He said to me, “I’m really getting backed up with this unexpected trip back here and I’ll be returning to the States on Monday. I hope this new girl, what’s her name?”

“Monaavi.”

“Yeah, Monaavi. I hope she works out. Now that I’m getting older, I really want to spend more time with your mother. When she’s not around, I miss her terribly.”

I said, “I don’t know how to thank both of you. I’ve recently had to make some of the most crucial decisions, decisions that I never would have thought I’d have to make in my life. I never could have done it without both of your help.”

“Well,” he replied, “that’s what family is for; although I never would have dreamt that I’d have a five year-old daughter–in-law.”

Laughing I replied, “I never would have dreamt of having a five year old wife!”

He told me that he needed to get back because of some reorganization he was doing and as a result, there was a lot of unnecessary political in-fighting by executives jockeying for position. He smiled and said, “Little do they know, I’m gonna promote that new girl from Yale. You know her; she started about a year ago?”

“Yeah, Nancy Dickerson isn’t it? But Dad, you hurt me: a Yale grad?”

“Uh huh. Tough shit on the school rivalries, Son; she’s been kicking ass and taking names. She’s tough as nails, got the balls of an elephant and doesn’t take any shit from anyone. Just like your mother: my kinda woman!”

I just laughed.

He got serious and leaned over towards me and said in a low tone, “I know it’s none of my business and if you want you can tell me to fuck off, but what’s it like - really like - to be intimate with a child that age? I really do want to understand.”

Thinking for a moment, I realized that he wasn’t asking for dirty talk outside the bedroom, but that he still had concerns for Aleeya having an intimate life at such a young age, so I considered how to explain.

I said, “Well, it was kind of scary the first night, actually frightening. I didn’t know how to start and I didn’t know what to expect or how she’d react. In fact, as I was running things through my mind, she was standing in front of me naked and started to get cold and shiver.

“I remembered what Mom said about all her parts working and knowing kids that age are naturally curious, I decided to make it kind of like a game where the prize was the nice feelings of intimacy: ‘tingles’ she calls them were the prize.

“She’s not old enough to have any real raw passion, so I took things slowly and she actually responded and warmed up quicker than I expected. I guess because of her age, but maybe it’s just her internal make-up, she responds to being made love to totally with most of the work being a slow to moderate pace of foreplay. She’s definitely a high maintenance lover. When she gets heated up, she responds just like a woman: telling me what she wants and likes, and what feels good.

“She gets wet like a woman, responds like a woman, and loves to have oral sex performed on her. She even climaxed, which surprised me, because I didn’t think she’d even get all that excited, but she did. She especially likes me to ejaculate inside her. For her, it’s a very intimate and special thing.

“Now that she knows what she likes, she responds well and even initiate’s things by kissing. She loves to French kiss, although it’s kind of awkward with her mouth being so much smaller than mine so she does most of the work, but she really enjoys it.

“She’s asked me when I will penetrate her. I believe she’s mentally and emotionally ready, but her size scares me a little.”

Dad, shaking his head said, “Isn’t it amazing? Who would think a girl that age would respond like a grown woman, having preferences and communicating her desires. It just amazes me. She sure seems happy with it though.”

“She loves having ‘gasms’ as she calls them.”

“Amazing, simply amazing.”

We finished lunch and we both agreed to leave early for Aleeya’s party. We both parted and went our separate ways back to work. I picked the girls up on time to more fits and giggles. I just let them have their fun and kept quiet.

Priya and I arrived home first, followed by Dad, then Mom, Monaavi and Aleeya about fifteen minutes later. I asked Monaavi if she was going tonight, and she said yes so I sent her and Priya to Monaavi’s with my driver, telling him to wait and bring them back here.

When Priya and Monaavi returned we all went upstairs to get ready and say evening prayers. Priya had to settle Aleeya down to get her ready. She was so hyper she was practically bouncing off the walls. Priya had bought her a lemon yellow (her favorite color) kameeze (a mid thigh tunic) and turquoise salwar (pants) with sandals: she looked lovely! Aleeya proudly pulled her necklace out to make sure everyone saw her badge of marriage.

We said evening prayers and waited downstairs, playing video games while Mom and Dad got dressed. When Monaavi saw Aleeya and her necklace, she went over to inspect it and asked Priya, “Are these real diamonds?”

Priya nodded and explained that she was too small and young for wedding rings so I’d given her the necklace instead. With her mouth open, she gasped, “She’s got to be wearing a fortune around her neck!”

Priya whispered to her, “Don’t tell anyone, but its $15,000 worth!”

“Oh my God,” Monaavi exclaimed, “they’re simply beautiful!”

Mom and Dad rounded everyone up, and we got ready to leave. I told Pita to go ahead and go home and I kissed Attiya’s hand and said to her, “See you for breakfast tomorrow?”

She smiled and nodded enthusiastically yes.

We arrived at Adib’s and most of the family was already there. Aleeya was welcomed with hugs, kisses and clapping. She ate it up, of course, being the center of attention. After all the greetings and salaams, everyone broke into loose groups chatting and beginning to eat.

I saw Mahmoud take Aleeya off to the side and they spoke for about five minutes. They ended with a father/daughter hug and a kiss which made me very happy. It seemed to me that Aleeya didn’t have any ill feelings towards her father for what had happened to her.

I saw a plan hatching as the women slowly migrated to the kitchen. When I peeked in, Aleeya was sitting in a chair with all the women around her talking. Priya saw me and pushed me back saying, “It’s just girl talk.”

I asked her, “What’s going on?”

She smiled and replied, “You’ll find out soon enough.”

As before, with the large crowd, the lack of seating and the closeness of quarters, everyone was politely rotating giving everyone a chance to sit. I got a plate of food and sat in the now empty armchair and began to eat.

I glanced around the room and Adib caught my eye. He nodded toward the corner of the living room and I followed his nod. There in the corner was Mahmoud and Haseeba talking and laughing. I smiled back at Adib and gave him the thumbs up sign and he nodded in reply.

The women came out of the kitchen as a group in fits and giggles behind hand covered mouths as I was finishing my food. Me Ma came over to me, pulled her dress up a few inches and parked herself on my lap sideways and placed my hands on her hips.

Surprised, I thought, Here it comes now…

She looked into my eyes, smiled and said, “Well, Sean, it seems you’ve taken a liking to Haaseem girls, doesn’t it?”

Jokingly, I agreed saying, “Yes, yes I have. I seem to find them irresistible. They’re the most beautiful on two continents!”

She rubbed her cheek against mine, and said, “Mmmm. Soft cheeks. What’s the matter, Sean? Do I frighten you?”

Smiling, I said, “Yes, in fact you do a little.”

“Oh, Sean! How can a small, little old woman like me frighten a big, strong man like you?”

“Because Mahmoud and Priya have taught me all about dark skinned Indian beauties such as yourself.”

She threw her head back and laughed and said, “Did you know that I’ve outlived two husbands?”

Playing along, I said, “Praise Allah for your health and long life! I’m sure they both died very happy men.”

“Oh yes! Praise Allah,” she exclaimed, “they did indeed!”

And then she gave me a little peck on the cheek and said, “As a businessman, have you thought about… What’s that word? Oh yes — expansion. Have you thought about expansion?”

“Oh yes,” I replied. “We’re already thinking of expanding our factory here.”

“No silly, I mean expanding your harem of Haaseem women. You know you’re allowed four wives and you only have two.”

I figured tonight was my night on the hot seat, so I went along and said, “Expansion requires much consideration, Me Ma. Such as facilities, finances, and… oh yes, and manpower have to be considered.”

“I see. Surely a big, strong and virile man such as you wouldn’t have a problem with man power, would you? It seems to me that you’re not overworked, does he ladies? Does he look overworked to you?”

(Answered by a room full of negative head shaking and murmurs).

Smiling, I replied, “I try to pace myself to the task at hand.”

Nodding, she acted sympathetic, coyly smiled and said, “And what of the task you now have in hand?” as she spoke, she looked down at my hands on her hips.

I gulped and replied; “It appears that I have my hands full. I hope this isn’t one of those ‘opportunities to perform’.”

She slapped me playfully and said, “Why, Sean! Are you implying I’m fat?”

“Why no, Ma’am, I only meant that pleasing a woman of your beauty, maturity and wisdom in the arts would be as daunting a task as Mohammad climbing Mount Hira.”

“Oh, you sweet tongued devil you! Now, to your other statement: is your performance lacking? Shall we ask your wives?” She shook her hand back and forth and then said, “Oh, but that’s another issue. Did you know the Koran teaches its followers to be kind to widows?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said. “So I’ve read.”

“How kind do you want to be?” she asked.

“Kind enough to save my dignity, keep my wives and not be struck dead by Allah,” I quipped.

She began to run her fingers through my hair and said, “I could make you a very happy man. Do you know that? Priya my dear, you wouldn’t mind if I borrowed your husband for say… a month, would you?”

Priya shook her head apologetically and said, “Me Ma, I’m sorry but if I allowed that, when I got him back, I’d have to bury him. Where would that leave Aleeya and me?”

Looking around the room Me Ma replied, “Rich widows?”

(Great laughter and clapping). My Mom, sort of cut from the same cloth as Me Ma, was laughing the hardest and enjoying her son being in the hot seat. Dad just smiled and took it all in while shaking his head.

I wanted to end this, so I said to her, “Me Ma, in your great wisdom, you have taught your granddaughters well. I have been cast under the spell of two Haaseem women and have succumbed to their charms. Even Aleeya began giving me orders while on the ride home on our wedding day.”

Aleeya, not really following the innuendos, ran to her grandmother and exclaimed, “Me Ma, you can’t borrow him, it’s my night tonight!”

Everyone got quiet for a moment and burst into uproarious laughter. Aleeya finally realized that what she’d said was a private matter and slapped her hand over her mouth with a look of “Oops,” as she looked at her Me Ma. Mom ran to the bathroom.

Me Ma looked at Aleeya and said, “Well then, how about half the night? I’ll just warm him up a little for you.”

“No! He gets plenty warm already!”

Everyone was now in fits of laughter. My tiny bride was digging my grave, and I prayed Me Ma would bury me peacefully. Me Ma looked at me with mock surprise with a raised eyebrow and said, “Oh he does, does he?”

She looked at me and I smiled back at her and said, “What can I say, big things come in little packages, as you well know.”

“It seems my little granddaughter has staked her claim. You’d better watch out for her, Priya, or you’ll end up cold at night!”

Priya laughed and replied, “I already am!”

Everyone was crying they were laughing so hard, but Me Ma wasn’t shaken a bit. Me Ma pressed her cheek to mine and said, “Oh my blonde haired pretty boy, I could teach you so much!”

I laughed and said, “If I were taught anymore, I’d need a nanny. Already as you well know, you’ve taught Priya and Aleeya the arts of training their man well, and at Priya’s homecoming, she proved I am now reduced to a toe sucking wimp at the mercy of their whims.”

Me Ma playfully sighed and replied as she looked around the room, “It’s such a shame, such a shame. I think I’ve changed my mind. As we all know, part of the joy and thrill of riding a wild stallion is in the breaking and training of such a fine creature of beauty and power. I think I’ll have to find myself a Yale man (ouch!).

“It seems my granddaughters have done their duties well and there’s nothing left for me except a leisurely gait through the park. Be strong my boy, be strong and try not to get yourself gelded!”

With that, she rose and kissed my forehead, smiled and moved away to everyone’s cheers, clapping and laughter. Smiling, I rose with as much dignity as I could muster and went to the bathroom.

When I returned, everyone congratulated me on taking the matriarch’s ribbing so well. Aleeya was now sitting all the way back in my chair. Her legs, from the calves down were sticking straight out and she was flipping her sandals on her feet.

Everyone was smiling at me, but not speaking. I had the feeling that this wasn’t over yet. Mom said to Aleeya, “Do you have anything else you’d like for this evening?”

Aleeya smiled at me and said, “Priya said that of you suck my toes, you’ll do anything for me. Is she right?”

Sighing with a smile, I replied, “Yes, my tender bride, I’ll do anything for you.”

She flipped off her sandals and said, “Suck my toes, please.”

Teasing her, I said, “But they’re all dirty and stinky with toe cheese!”

Smiling in mock anger, she said, “Suck my stinky toes and eat my toe cheese!”

I reached for her ankles and pulled her legs straight up. She was now on her back in the chair with her legs straight up and both her ankles in my hands. I looked at Me Ma and shrugged my shoulders and said, “See, I told you: a toe sucking wimp.”

I then began to playfully and sloppily lick and suck Aleeya’s feet and toes to everyone’s laughter and cheers while Aleeya squirmed in laughter at my tickling tongue. When I’d finished, I looked at Me Ma and she just shook her head and said, “It’s a shame, just a shame… and such a big and virile man too.”

It seemed that with embarrassment complete, the evening seemed to come to an end. Mahmoud and Haseeba had moved to the kitchen and were still talking while Salima stood in the doorway keeping a watchful eye on them.

Everyone readied themselves to leave and we all said our salaams and goodbyes as each left. After everyone left, Mahmoud again took Aleeya aside and they spoke for a few minutes and ended with a hug and a kiss.

Mahmoud said goodnight to his family and then Haseeba and left. Me Ma came up to me and said, “You know I love you, Sean, and I would not normally joke in public in such a way, but I couldn’t resist having some fun with you. I hope I didn’t offend you in any way.”

“No, Me Ma,” I replied. “I had a little fun also, even if it was at my expense.”

With hugs and kisses, we said our goodbyes and salaams and left. Once in the car and on the way home Priya and Mom again teased me a little for tonight’s goings on. Monaavi was surprised and asked, “Why did you let her embarrass you like that? An Indian Muslim man would never tolerate that.”

I smiled and began to tell her the story that Mahmoud had told the night of Priya’s henna party, and the fact that I’d married a five year-old girl from their family. They all knew that I was very generous, loving and kind to the girls, and that I can poke fun at myself and still be happy with who I am and with what’s happened the past six months.

She said she was very happy she had gone to the party and thanked us for the invitation. We dropped her off and headed for home.

Once home, we all said goodnight and went to our separate bedrooms. That night, it was no one’s night. Priya, Aleeya and I all slept together with me cuddling both my wives on each side of me as we fell asleep.