Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 69: Readied for the Inevitable (Mgg, rom, cons, oral)

Leeya pulled back, gave me the tenderest of kisses on the lips and said, “Love me, Husband, please?”

I smiled and said jokingly, “Sure my love, but sing me a song first.”

“What?” she asked quizzically.

“Yeah,” I replied, “Last night Priya sang me a little song about herself and it was cute. How about you? Want to give it a try?”

“What kind of song?” she inquired.

I repeated Priya’s little ditty and she giggled and said, “My, that was kind of nice. Let me see…”

Leeya hopped to the floor and cocked her right hip to the side with her finger to her mouth as if thinking for a moment. Putting her hands on her hips and swaying back and forth, she began:

“I’m a -- no wait!” Leeya said as she halted, “Let me start over… okay, here goes.”

She began swaying again and started:

“I’m a tiny girl with skin like honey,

My love for you is worth more than money.

I got no boobies and I got no hips,

But I sure do like it when you kiss my lips.

I can be naughty and be a snot,

But I can be tender and so, so, hot!

If I’m pretty and real, real sweet,

Lick me all including my feet!

If your love is true and yummy

My dream come true is a baby in my tummy!”

(Pointing to her tummy)

“There, how’s that?” she asked proudly.

“That,” I said with joy, “was sweet and beautiful!”

Leeya welled up and ran to me and I embraced her softly.

“Oh, Sean,” she said sniffling, “I love you so much it hurts sometimes! You make me so happy. The only time I feel beautiful is with you. You always think I’m pretty!”

“You are, Leeya,” I assured her, “more than you’ll ever know!”

I cradled her tiny frame in my arms, lifted her and laid her on the bed. She immediately took my face in her hands and leaning up kissed me passionately. Not breaking the kiss, I moved to lie beside her. I began stroking her small shoulders as we kissed. I began to lay kisses all over her face as she smiled and said, “I love your kisses, Sean.”

I kissed her throat and moved up the side of her neck and sucked in her right ear lobe. She sighed slightly and said, “Mmmmm, tingles!”

I kissed across her shoulders and upper chest as she enfolded my head in her hands. I licked her left breast and her tiny dot of a nipple poked up proudly. I licked her other nipple and her softly gasped, arched her back slightly and whispered, “I love you so much, Sean.”

As I stroked the side of her rib cage I could feel the outline of her ribs. I placed my hand on her hip and felt the soft outline of her hipbone and stroked over it. I moved across and stoked her mons lightly and she softly thrust her hips upward. As we kissed, I cupped her puffy fat vulva in my hand and gently stroked up and down.

Leeya moaned in my mouth, broke the kiss and gasped, “Oh, Sean, what’s wrong with me, I’m gonna ‘gasm real soon!”

“That’s okay, Baby,” I reassured, “Just let it happen.”

I split her crease at the bottom with my finger and slowly dragged upward. Leeya was wet and slippery but not copiously. When I touched her tingle button, she lurched up and came softly saying, “Oh my! A ‘gasm!”

It seemed that it was a deep internal orgasm but at the same time a soft one. I knew from her reaction that she needed a tender love tonight. Tonight there would be no hot, fiery passion: it would be soft and tender like slow burning embers.

I moved down and started kissing across her side from hip to hip and continued down her left thigh. I lifted her leg as she watched me with a soft smile and kissed her ankle. Her tiny foot was so pretty: small, slender with dainty little toes. I worshipped her foot as I kissed across the top of her arch and around to her sole. I kissed the tip of each of her toes and sucked in her big toe. She kind of melted into the bed as her leg went limp, turned her head to the side, deeply sighed and whispered, “Oh, Sean, tingles and tingles and tingles!”

As I laid her left foot down I picked up her right. She was as soft and limp as a rag doll, seemingly lost in a soft sea of pleasure. After ministering to her right foot with equal results, I kissed up her calf and along the inside of her right thigh.

I laid a soft kiss on her mons and Leeya gasped. She pulled her legs up and put her feet on my shoulders. She laid her chin on her chest, looked down and spread open her peach for me and whispered “Love me, Sean; love me with your mouth.”

Leeya’s treasure was slightly weeping and I drank gently from her spring. I gently licked up through her crease with the flat of my tongue and gave her tiny distended pebble a swiping lick. Leeya’s movements were slow and sensual as she rotated her hips up to feed herself into my mouth. Still looking down, Leeya was now panting as I lightly circled her button. She let go of herself with her right hand, moving it to the back of my head and gently pressed me into her center.

Leeya tilted her head upward, arched her back and panted, “Oh my, gonna ‘gasm again.”

I enclosed her engorged hood and clitty in my mouth and gently sucked and she came again as she cried out “Oh God, Sean, I love you!”

I held her pleasure center in my mouth, not trying to stimulate her anymore as she shuddered softly. Our shared experience wasn’t about tingles and ‘gasms, it was about love. I crawled up the bed to lie beside her and pulled her on top of me and held her gently.

I could feel the wetness her Leeya’s tears on my chest as she softly wept. After several silent moments, Leeya wrapped her arms around my chest and whispered, “Put it in, Sean, pour your love inside me.”

Reaching around her butt and in between her legs, I took my member and placed it to her opening. Leeya pushed herself down my chest slightly as I gently thrust up, moving inside her about two inches. She was very wet and scalding hot inside, which surprised me because on the outside, she appeared ethereally warm. Leeya slowly rocked her hips as I gently slid her down slightly.

Once I had about three and a half inches inside her, I brushed her cervix. I whispered to her, “Don’t move, Baby, just relax and let me love you.”

Leeya kissed my chest and silently nodded. I began to slowly rock myself inside her as she flexed her muscles around me. This experience of soft, sweet love between us was like a dreamy, sensual waltz: each saying nothing, but speaking volumes.

Leeya was lightly panting and murmured, “I love you inside me like this. I feel like we’re one heart.”

As I felt her cervix brush over the head of my dick gently, I whispered, “We are, Darling, we’re one spirit.”

“Fill me, Sean,” Leeya lovingly pleaded, “I’m gonna ‘gasm real soon.”

I then rocked with tiny, quick and gentle trusts. I tickled her cervix as I cupped Leeya’s tiny butt cheeks in my hands and said, “Here it comes, Sweetie,” and began to spurt inside her. My climax seemed to just flow from me, almost spilling into her. It was soft, not forceful but intense.

When Leeya felt the first pulse, she didn’t lock up but began to constrict her muscles around me after each spurt milking me gently as we came together. She moaned, “So, so hot, I can feel your love inside me.”

We lay silently embracing each other as we spasmed together. I could feel her tiny butt tighten up with each tiny quiver. All that could be heard was our breathing as we panted.

I kissed the top of her head and whispered to her, “My tiny princess, I love you with all my heart.”

“Mmmmm,” she smiled against my chest, “But I love you so much more.”

“Let’s get up and get cleaned off, okay,” I said to her.

Hugging me tightly she replied, “No, I want to sleep like this with you and your love inside me.”

“Mmmm,” I responded, “let’s sleep then.”

With that we gently fell off to sleep in each other’s arms.

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I woke at five-fifteen still inside my tiny wife. I lay there silently for a long time as she slept on top of me. Every now and then, I could feel her gently clasp me inside her. I just gently stroked the curve of her back and remembered last night as being the tenderest moments we’d yet shared.

At six, I lightly brushed the side of Leeya’s face and whispered to her “Come on, Sweetie, it’s time to get up.”

She brought her hand up and put it on my lips and softly said, “I don’t want this to ever end. I wish I could keep you inside me forever.”

“I know, Baby,” I replied understandably, “but there’ll be many more moments like this for us to share.”

“Yeah,” Leeya acknowledged, “you’re right. I guess that means I have to get up then, right?”

“Probably, I replied with a chuckle, “it’s a little hard to get up being stuck together and you on top of me.”

Leeya gave a giggle and started to slowly pull off of me. She pulled off of my sick with a wet slurp and started to seep. She put her hand between her legs and said, “Boy, you sure filled me up didn’t you?”

“You wanted all my love,” I reminded her, “I gave you all I had.”

Giggling she quipped, “Now I’m all squishy with love!”

Leeya was waddling to the bathroom as Priya entered the bedroom. Priya saw Leeya waddling with her hand between her legs, giggled and said, “Filled her up, Huh?”

“Yeah,” I said with a smile, “spermed her good.”

I asked her if she’d showered yet and she replied that she’d taken a shower as Faatina slept. I hopped in the shower with Leeya and when we’d finished, Priya had returned with the baby to say prayers. We prayed while Faatina rolled around playing by herself. When we’d finished, I scooped the infant toddler up and we went downstairs to eat.

After we were seated, Mom kept looking al Leeya and said to her, “You look different this morning, Leeya.”

Leeya smiled as everyone including Monaavi looked for her reply and she said, “That’s ‘cause I got a lotta sweet, sweet love last night and I’m happy.”

Leeya quietly started to eat as Monaavi blushed at the thought. Priya smiled as did Dad while Mom just gave her a “That’s nice” nod behind her cup.

During breakfast, I again brought up the thought about the henna party by saying, “Mom, Priya and I were thinking about the henna party. Is it really necessary? I mean what with all the symbolism about names, intimacy and all. It just doesn’t seem to apply here.”

“Monaavi?” Mom turned and asked, “What’s your opinion on this?”

“I think,” Monaavi started, “that Sean has a point. It doesn’t seem to make any difference one way or the other. She can’t comprehend any of this and would probably get upset if someone tried to hold her still long enough to paint her hands and feet. I don’t think it’s even necessary to remove her from home for the days before the wedding. That’s my opinion.”

Priya added, “I’m going to call Mom after we eat and get her opinion also.”

“All right,” Mom said, “we’ll wait and see what Salima says.”

After breakfast Dad left for the office, Monaavi took the girls to their studies while Priya called her mother. After talking for about a half hour, Priya returned, sat with Mom and me and said, “Momma said it’s not necessary. The henna party is a symbolic family event such as a bachelorette party and it really doesn’t apply here. Besides, Momma said the henna will stain her skin and for that reason alone it’s not such a good idea.”

“Good,” Mom affirmed, “One less thing to worry about.”

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On Wednesday, Mom and Priya took Faatina to the seamstress’ and picked up her wedding garb after a final trial fit. They returned home with everything in boxes and Mom quipped, “I hope this is a short ceremony because she sure doesn’t like wearing those clothes!”

Giggling, Mom added, “I don’t think that dupatta will last five minutes! She doesn’t like her face covered at all.”

“I don’t think anyone’s going to make a big deal out of it, Mom,” I replied, “They can’t expect miracles from a baby.”

“What’s wrong, Sean?” Priya asked.

“It’s just the idea of having to go through all this,” I replied, “it just seems so senseless. It’s all so depressing.”

“Well,” Mom said, “just get through it, get the divorce and raise her right.”

Monaavi came in for tea about an hour later and she heard us talking about the futility of it all. She said, “I’m a devout Muslim and I can understand in some ways why the Imam is making you do this. The laws that any religion adheres to, go on the assumption that the people who live by these rules seek to do the right thing and act in the best interest of everyone. Sometimes people use these laws to their own ends and then circumstances arrive where these laws don’t apply in a certain situation. You will save a life, Sean, but it’s sad that this is the only way to do it.”

“I don’t know,” I replied, “I kind of get the feeling there’s a reason for all this and it scares me a little to find out what it is.”

I thought I saw a strange look in Priya’s eyes as if she had a fleeting thought but she remained silent. Monaavi returned to the girls, Mom and Priya moved on to making preparations and I decided to take Faatina for a walk.

I strapped the little one in, handed her her doll and tiger, then we were off. I walked about thirty minutes and stopped to watch some children playing in the street. I chuckled at the whimsical abandon with which they played, having fun and oblivious to all the problems of the world around them. I wondered if the day would come when I’d see this little girl in the stroller running after her cousin like she did before she drank that near fatal drink of water.

Being hopeful and saddened, I rose and headed home. Faatina began playing the dropsy game with me. She’d drop her doll and I’d pick it up only to have her drop it again about thirty feet later. Each time she let it fall from her hand, she’d give a giggle, look over at it on the ground, look back at me and smile. At this rate, we’d get home in about two hours so I took the doll and gave her the tiger. She must’ve taken the hint because she hugged it all the way home, pulling on its whiskers.

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In the living room Saturday evening, Faatina found a new mode of travel. She clumsily crawled about ten feet, sat, looked back from whence she came and crawled another five feet to my mother’s feet. Feeling her against her leg, Mom looked down from her book and asked, “Where’d she come from?”

I laughed and pointed and said, “She just crawled from there over to you.”

Mom bent to pick her up but Faatina turned and began crawling to Priya, her little diapered butt wagging back and forth as she moved to investigate Priya’s wiggling toes.

All of us started clapping and Faatina stopped, sat up, looked around as if to say “What’s all the commotion about?’ then continued to her point of interest. Once at Priya’s feet, she flopped on her belly and began to play with Priya’s toes, giggling when Priya would move her feet.

Mom warned, “Look out you two, she’ll be all over the house now. You’ll have to watch her every move, she’ll be a little terror. It won’t take her long to find the stairs, so watch her closely.”

Unbeknownst to Priya and me, Mom had invited Monaavi over to talk. When the doorbell rang, Priya asked, “Who could that be?”

Putting her book down as she rose, Mom replied, “Didn’t I tell you? I asked Monaavi to come over to discuss Monday morning.”

Priya and I started to rise surprised, but Mom said, “Stay put, I’ll get it.”

We rose anyway to greet her and Mom returned a few moments later with Monaavi in tow. We offered our Salaams and she sat on the couch next to Mom. When Priya told Monaavi of Faatina’s new accomplishment, Monaavi rose, went to Faatina and picked her up cuddling her saying, “I knew you’d do it little one, you’re such a big girl, aren’t you?”

As they nuzzled cheeks, Faatina hugged her neck and uttered what sounded like “Ma.”

With all of our mouths agape in wide-eyed surprise, Priya asked, “Did she just call you ‘Ma’?”

Monaavi’s eyes started to well up as she smiled, nodded quickly and replied, “Um hum, I think so.”

Monaavi rocked her, cheek to cheek and Faatina said once again “Ma.”

Monaavi sat on the couch, Faatina straddling her lap as Monaavi held her close. Monaavi gave her a tender squeeze and said wishfully, “I wish I was your mommy, Sweetheart. You’ve made me so very happy.”

Faatina looked up at her. The moment passed, and Faatina slid off Monaavi’s lap and crawled to Priya. All of us sat in silent shock as we watched her crawl to Priya. Monaavi wiped her eyes with her hands, gave a composing sniffle and said, “Well, that came as a surprise!”

Mom smiled gently at her and replied, “Yes it did… it most certainly did.”

“Now,” Monaavi said breaking the silence, “I talked to my parents and…”

“What’d they say?” Mom interrupted.

“About what?” Priya asked.

“Just wait, Priya,” Mom answered. “I’m sorry I interrupted, Monaavi.”

“As I was saying,” Monaavi began again, “I talked to my parents and they said that you could do one of two things. You could bring Faatina over early Monday morning to get her ready or you could just bring her and all her clothes over tomorrow night and she could stay with me. It would be easier that way because you wouldn’t have to come over with everything and get her up so early; she could sleep another hour or so.”

“That sounds like the better plan doesn’t it, Priya,” Mom asked.

“Yes,” Priya agreed. “We could take our clothes and dress over there then leave for the ceremony. Sean, you and Father would be on your own. The two of you could come together. How’s that sound?”

“Fine,” I answered. “You girls get crazy anyway when you’re getting ready for one of these affairs.”

Clasping her hands together, Mom said, “Good. That’s what we’ll do. Priya and I will pack her things tomorrow along with a couple of changes of clothes and bring her over. What time, Sweetie?”

“Five will be fine,” Monaavi replied. “That’ll give her a few hours to get used to the house and us. She’ll sleep better if she’s not so frightened. Don’t worry I’ll take good care of her.”

Grabbing Monaavi’s hand Mom replied, “We know you will, Monaavi. It’s not in you to treat any child any other way than with love.”

Monaavi blushed and replied, “Thank you, Miss Joan.”

Playfully slapping her hand Mom said, “I wish you wouldn’t be so formal, girl. You make me feel like an old maid.”

“Sorry, Ma’am,” she replied.

“See?” Mom chided. “She did it again!”

Priya jumped up quickly as she saw the scooting urchin crawling out of the living room and shuffled to pick her up.

“Damn!” I remarked, “She even faster now!”

Dad had been sitting quietly reading some reports when I asked him, “Dad, have you heard from the lawyer? What about the guardianship papers?”

Putting the papers in his lap, he replied, “Yes, I’ve got them in my briefcase. Sorry I didn’t say something earlier, but I got them yesterday.”

Relieved, I replied, “Well that’s good news. On Tuesday morning, I’m gonna be giving Dr. Gupta a call.”

Pulling his reading glasses from his face he angrily said, “I’ve sat here quietly because the idea of this whole thing makes me sick to my stomach. I’ve been in war and have seen a lot horror in my life, but it still turns my guts inside out when I see how people can take an innocent baby like her and throw her away or starve her to death. In China, to this very day, little baby girls die a slow, excruciating painful death from being starved to death: all because they’re girls. There’s no animal on earth as cruel as a human being.”

With that, he rose and went upstairs. We sat silent for a long minute as we watched Faatina exercise her new skill and it only seemed to drive Dad’s point home even more.

For the first time, I realized the dangers this mysterious country held. A country I was beginning to love had seemingly entrapped me and I’d been caught up its uncaring customs and social mores regarding children. In America, the innocuous and innocent act of drinking from a bottle of water that reduced this vibrant, healthy and normal girl to an infant child would be almost infinitesimally impossible. I remembered Mom’s story about life being like a patchwork quilt and asked myself the unanswerable question, Why do bad things have to happen to good people, especially children?

Coming back from my reflection, I saw Priya had moved to Mom’s side. Mom cradled Monaavi in one arm and Priya in the other and comforted them as they wept with hand-covered faces.

Faatina sat on the floor looking at them and seemed as if she could sense their sadness. Her face frowned and it looked like she might start crying herself. I picked her up rocking her in my arms and Mom nodded that she understood.

Mom shushed the girls by saying, “Come on girls, the baby’s getting upset.”

It took them a couple of moments to compose themselves as I rocked the little cherub. Mom started the conversation again by saying, “All right now, let’s get back to business.”

She gave both girls an affectionate squeeze and stood. Taking Faatina from my arms, she started bouncing her on her hip.

“So tomorrow,” Mom started, “we’ll bring the little captivating one over about five with all her clothes and ours. On Monday, we’ll all get ready and be at the hall by eleven. Agreed?”

Everyone nodded and I said, “When you get there, don’t you dare hand her over to that piece of shit. Give her to her mother and don’t let her out of your sight. Understand?”

Priya nodded and Mom started to speak but I cut her off saying, “I mean it, Mom; he doesn’t touch her!”

Mom replied, “I was only going to agree with you, Sean.”

“I’m sorry then,” I apologized, “that’s just how I feel.”

With that, we heard Monaavi’s father honking the horn. She said, “I’d better go, that’s Papa outside. I’ll see all of you tomorrow about five.”

Mom and Priya kissed her cheek and we exchanged our salaams as we walked to the door. As Monaavi walked to the car, I waved to her father and he returned the gesture with a warm smile. We watched them drive off and as we shut the door Mom sighed, “God I love that girl!”

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The following day, although a lot needed doing, it went along fairly quietly. All of the females spent the better part of the day readying Faatina’s and their clothing. Everything was packed and ready at three and Leeya was excited to finally go to Monaavi’s house.

Priya dressed Faatina in a cute white and blue ruffled dress with those frilly panties that covered her nappy. She had on a cute tiny pair of white sandals with a strap behind the heel. Her shoulder length black hair was put up in two pigtails with blue bows on each side of her head.

I helped load the car and waved goodbye to her with a smile when they left. She looked at me and raised her hand as if to almost wave back but returned it to Priya’s shoulder. After putting her in the car, Priya turned, smiled and waved to me as she got in the car. I closed the door as they pulled away.

I leaned back against the door and said to myself “This is fucking insane!”