Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 9: Wedded Bliss (Mg, rom, cons, oral, ws, anal)

As the limo pulled onto our street, Priya settled herself back on the seat and straightened her Lengha. She turned to me, and her warm, inviting smile had returned. She giggled and then gave me a quick passionate kiss, finishing by gently biting my tongue. She then said, “I love you, Sean Michaels!”

“And I love you, Priya Michaels!” Finally! Her first, married ‘chocolate blush’!

As we pulled up the drive to the house, Mom opened the door and stood with the Koran in her hand. Once stopped, I exited the limo and went around and opened the door to retrieve my new bride.

Priya took my hand and stepped out of the car and smiled, first at me and then at Mom. We walked hand in hand to the porch, she let out a startled squeak when I scooped her featherweight body up in my arms and said, “It’s a western custom to carry the bride over the threshold.”

“That’s nice,” she replied. “You can carry me anytime!”

I stepped to the doorway and Mom held the Koran over her head as we stepped through. Mom kissed Priya on the cheek and said, “Priya, welcome to your new home and a new life!”

The three of us kind of struggled getting into the hallway from the foyer with Mom back pedaling still holding the Koran over Priya’s head, but we managed. We were all laughing when I settled Priya on her feet and then we went into the living room. Mom had made some tea and we drank as she prattled on about what a beautiful bride Priya was and how moving she thought the ceremony was.

I knew Priya probably wanted to change into something more comfortable, so I took her upstairs and showed her to our bedroom. She blushed when we entered and she saw the bed so to make her feel more at ease, I showed her where her clothes had already been put away. I then said, “I’ll let you change. I’ll be downstairs with Mom, okay?”

She replied, “Thanks for being so patient with me, I’ll be down in a few minutes. I love you.”

“I love you too,” I replied. I then left the room closing the door behind me and headed downstairs to the living room.

Talking with Mom, I related the events in the limo on the way home. She was visibly concerned and said to me, “Sean, be very, very patient with her. She may not be ready tonight, so take it slow and be gentle with her. I want you to make her first time something she’ll cherish. Make this her night and about pleasing her.

“I’m sorry, Son, but I can’t give you any advice about making love to a girl this young. If she’s ready, and as long as you’re patient enough to get her aroused and going through puberty with her hormones raging, she’ll react like any normal woman: maybe more passionately. Just don’t push her. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mom, I do.”

“Good. She’s your wife, Sean. Kindling the passion that will last her entire life begins with tonight. Hush, I think she’s coming now.”

Priya stepped into the living room wearing an emerald green, hand painted sari with sandals on her henna painted feet. Her hair was still pinned up and I couldn’t wait to see her luxurious long hair down for the first time.

Priya came and sat next to me and laid her hand on my thigh and said, “I know this may sound funny, but I just realized something.”

Mom said, “What’s that?”

Priya giggled and said, “I just realized I don’t need a chaperone any more!”

We all laughed and Mom put in, “That’s right, Baby, you can be as naughty as you want! Just like your Me Ma!”

Priya giggled, blushed and said, “Yes, I’ll have to find out if what she said is true!”

Mom busted out laughing and said, “You go girl!” By the way, doesn’t Sean have a task yet to perform?”

Giggling, Priya said, “Yes he does.” Looking at me and upturning her painted palms, she said, “Before you can ravage and defile me, you have to find both of our names: one on each palm. Ready to start?”

“Sure,” I said, “how hard can it be?” Both women looked at each other and smiled.

The artistry and detail of the designs was mind-boggling! Have you ever tried to find a brown button on the forest floor during full-blown autumn? I looked and I looked. I was looking for half and hour before I found Priya’s name in her right palm and it took me another fifteen minutes to find mine in her left.

We all laughed and I jokingly said to Priya, “The task is finished and I await the prize. Are you ready to be ravaged and defiled?”

Playfully swooning and laying her forearm across her face, she looked at Mom and said, “Oh dear, Madam! Is there no one present to protect this child and her virtue?”

Mom and I looked at each other and I think we both realized at the same time that Priya was initiating a charade to conceal her anxiety. Playing along, we then both looked at her and said, “Nope.”

Bowing her head between her outstretched, crossed arms as if a slave, she said, “Doom, O doom! I am to be speared and my honor torn asunder! Please be merciful and use a small dagger instead.”

Chuckling, I dastardly replied, “Me thinks I shall use the broadsword instead. Off with you now to the bedchamber!”

With that, I grabbed her outstretched hands and pulled her to the floor. Continuing the charade, I slowly pull her to the stairs with her walking on her knees.

When we reached the living room doorway, she jumped to her feet and into my arms, laying her head in the nape of my neck, she softly said, “Carry me, please.”

Mom had tears in her eyes and simply gave me a nod. I turned to carry my bride upstairs.

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Once in our bedroom, I sat Priya down on the love seat in the attached sitting room. I kissed her and said, “Are you ready to consummate our love?”

She touched the side of my face with the palm of her hand and softly replied, “I’m a woman in name, and now, I’m ready to become a woman in life,” then gave me a nice ‘chocolate blush’ and shyly smiled.

There is one last Muslim tradition concerning the wedding night. The groom washes the bride’s feet in a washbowl and then sprinkles some of the water around the room. Then both the bride and groom say some specific prayers.

I arose and went to the bathroom to retrieve the washbowl and towel, and then returned to her in the sitting room.

As I removed the sandals from her tiny feet, I remembered how I had memorized every detail of her tiny foot the first night we met. The tops of her feet were now covered with intricate henna designs and I couldn’t help thinking that they looked even more erotic in an exotic kind of way.

I kissed her left foot on the top of her toes, and then removed the sandal from her right foot and repeated the kiss. I then lowered her feet into the washbowl, slowly massaging each foot with a hand. I then dried her feet with the towel and as I sprinkled the water around the bedroom, I said the following prayer:

“O Allah! Bless me with her affection, love and her acceptance of me; and make me pleased with her, and bring us together in the best form of a union and in absolute harmony; surely You like lawful things and dislike unlawful things.”

Priya then repeated the same prayer (substituting “him” for “her”).

I then placed my hand on her forehead and prayed again:

“O Allah! I have taken her as Your trust and have made her lawful for myself by Your words. Therefore, if You have decreed for me a child from her, then make him or her blessed and pious from among the followers of the Family of Muhammad [peace be upon him and them]; and do not let Satan have any part in him or her.”

I then picked her up and walked into the bedroom. I set her down on the edge of the bed. She was now looking down, obviously very shy and a little uncomfortable, so I took off my sherwani and shirt. I sat on the bed next to her and then took off my shoes and socks and then stood to remove my pants leaving me only in my boxers, I then again sat beside her on the bed. Blushing, she looked at me indirectly with a smile and an embarrassed little giggle. I took both her hands in mine and pulled her to her feet and positioned her about two feet in front of and facing me, and then let her hands fall to her sides.

Priya then looked at me, shyly smiled and then slowly began to unwrap her sari. Her eyes never left mine until she had to untuck the end from her petticoat. She then folded the cloth neatly, stepped to the chair and laid it over the back. She then, with her back to me, unbuttoned the choli. As she slowly slid it off her shoulders to reveal her training bra, she looked over her shoulder at me. She then folded it and put it in the chair. With her back still towards me, she reached around to her back, unclipped her bra and slowly let it fall from her shoulders. I gazed at her tiny frame, her small shoulders and her smooth, flawless, light milk chocolate colored back. At this point, I was so hard it actually hurt.

She then, with both hands reached up to the back of her head and began to unpin her hair. It fell in pieces until the last few pins were pulled. Her hair fell, cascading down her back to her waist like a blue-black cloak covering her entire back. Priya leaned her head back and shook her head back and forth a couple of times, spreading her long wavy mane across her back. She then unfastened her petticoat, slowly lowering it with one hand to the floor and stepped out of it one foot at a time placing it folded in the chair.

As the petticoat began to slip from her developing hips, I could see her perfectly shaped tiny, round derrière come into view, hidden in a pair of lacey, white panties. As she bent to step out of her petticoat, I could see the small outline of her panty-covered pussy lips peeking out from between her legs just below her little butt cheeks.

I don’t know if it was out of fear, or shyness, whether she did it intentionally or by accident, but the slowness of her unveiling was so intensely erotic to me, I had to summon all my strength not to step over to her and fling her onto the bed!

Priya stood there for a moment, reached up behind her head with both hands and parted her hair in half. She then pulled it over her shoulders to conceal her breasts and slowly began to turn to face me.

Throughout her entire disrobing, she didn’t utter a word. With her head and eyes down, either out of shyness or submission, she slowly walked toward me and stood in front of me where she had begun with her hands folded in front covering her panty covered jewel.

As she stood before me, I drank in every single inch of her, starting at her dainty, henna painted feet and slowly followed her slender, shapely legs upward. Her thighs were thin, but well shaped and even with her legs closed; there was a triangular space at the top of her thighs just under her vulva. Her hips were just beginning to develop and tapering slightly to her waist. When she saw I was looking at her center, she slowly unfolded her hands and moved them to her sides. Although covered, it appeared that she had a prominent, fleshy mons venerus with plump lips that were clearly discernable through her panties.

Her flat, smooth stomach was accentuated with a dimpled, “innie” belly button. As my gaze traveled upwards, her blue-black hair covered her torso and chest completely. I saw her slender shoulders and then her face. She smiled at me with a look of longing in her eyes as if hanging on the edge: waiting, watching, and even needing my approval.

I smiled softly at her and said, “Priya, I love you with all my heart! You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen! You’re stunning, Priya!”

She smiled gently and as her tears began to drop to the carpet, she softly said, “I love you, Sean, and I’m ready for you, but I’m frightened. I don’t know what to do and I’m afraid I won’t be pleasing to you. Standing before you, exposed to you, I’m aware I’m still a girl, not fully grown and want so much for you to be pleased with me.”

I took her hands in mine and placed them on my shoulders. I then put my hands on her hips, pulled her slowly to me and then moved my hands up her smooth back as she neared. She wrapped her arms around my head as I placed my head between her hair-covered breasts. She cradled me in her arms like a mother comforts a child.

Once embraced, I kissed the side of her hair-covered breast and said, “You are, my love, more than enough woman for me. I have burned so deeply for you and it grows with each passing moment.” I looked into her eyes and continued, “Don’t worry, my sweet, all I ask of you is to withhold nothing from me. Tell me what you’re feeling, what you want, and what you like. Don’t deny or hold back what you feel and release to let yourself experience things without restraint. Tonight is about you: making you happy and pleased. If you can do that for me, you’ll give me more pleasure than I can imagine. Okay?”

“I trust you, my husband, and I promise I’ll try to do as you ask,” she replied, looking down at me with a smile.

“May I see your breasts?”

“They’re small and immature: I’ve only started to grow this past year.”

Gently pushing her away, I raised my hands to her shoulders, ready to part her hair to her back. As I started to slowly pull her hair away to expose her chest, I said, “What you have is enough. I accept you as you are and I love you.”

I didn’t know what to expect. I’d never seen the developing breasts of a pubescent girl and had only fantasized about their shape and color. What I saw made me gasp in wonder and a low groan escaped my lips.

Priya’s breasts were truly just developing. She had about an inch of actual breast pad that conically tapered sharply to a bulbous, puffy, dark brown areola that was slightly tubular in shape with a rounded top and her unseen nipple was laying flat against the surface of her areola. Just the palm of my hand could cover her entire breast.

I brought my shaking hands up her stomach to cup her tiny breasts and when I passed the pads of my fingers across her areolae, two tiny, pencil eraser-sized nipples immediately hardened and popped out. They looked like two quarter sized, dark chocolate Hershey kisses sitting on her chest

The moment my fingers made contact with her nipples, she instinctively leaned against my hands inviting more contact and looking down said, “Oooh, that tingles!” I tweaked her nipples a few moments longer and her breathing quickened. As I brought my mouth to her left breast, she enfolded my head in her arms and pulled me to her. I sampled her candy-like breast with several licks: first around her areola, then across the nipple itself before engulfing her entire breast in my mouth, circling my tongue around her entire breast. She moaned “Oh, God!” and I feasted some more, moving to her other breast. She hugged my head to her chest hard as if trying to pull me into her with her head down and her hair completely covering my head. She was breathing heavily through her nose while quivering every so often and I felt her knees begin to weaken.

Regrettably, I left her breasts and pulled her onto the bed to my right. I crawled up to lay beside her and kissed her passionately. I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. Priya dreamily looked like she was in a far away place and softly uttered “Uuum. Momma never said it would be like this.”

I chuckled and said, “I guess she wanted you to find out on your own. Your breasts may be just starting to grow, but they sure are sensitive, aren’t they? Are you ready to continue?”

With her eyes closed and a smile on her face, she softly replied, “Ravage and defile me, you dirty beast!”

I started laying little kisses all over her face: her eyes, forehead, the tip of her nose, and cheeks. As I kissed her chin, Priya moved her arms up and laid them above and framing her head. I then moved down her throat and around the base of her neck leaving a trail of kisses and little love nips. I lightly ran my tongue up the side of her neck to the back of her ear, and then nipped her earlobe. Priya responded with a soft, deep “Hmmm.”

While I was planting my kisses, my hand was gently caressing her shoulders, collarbones and the upper part of her chest area above her breasts. Circling my hand from under her left armpit, I noticed a couple of fine hairs starting to grow there. I moved to the underside of her left breast and encased it with my hand. As I pressed her breast with the palm of my hand in a circular motion, she lifted slightly to increase the sensations she was feeling with an “Mmmmmm, I like that.” I moved to her right breast tracing her areola and nipple with feather touches for a few moments and her breathing deepened. Starting at her sternum with my fore and middle fingers, I lightly traced a line straight down and began to circle her navel a few times, kissing her passionately and again returned to suck her entire left breast in my mouth. I gently laid my hand flat on her solar plexus and moved downward.

When my hand reached her mons veneris, the leading edge of my middle finger slipped over the fleshy padded precipice of her pubic bone and it naturally fell to lie at the top of her crease. She immediately rolled her hips down into the bed, clamped her legs together with a surprised “Oh my!” I again kissed her deeply and she relaxed, rotating her pelvis back up and opened her legs enough to give me the access I desired. I cupped her whole vulva in my hand and she moaned in my mouth. She was now breathing deeply through her nose in quick, deep breaths. I then began to stroke up and down her entire vulva with my middle finger pressing into her crease and my fore and ring fingers on her outer lips. Priya broke the kiss and was panting audibly and began a slow sensuous rocking of her pelvis; upward as I moved to her panty covered vaginal entrance and gently pressing inward, and then she’d rock her pelvis downward to increase the pressure on her little clit as I brought my hand back up. After several strokes back and forth, her panties were noticeably damp, so I brought my hand up and under the waistband and down again to her grotto.

Priya’s mons was very fleshy, prominent and indescribably soft with a small tuft of baby fine hair at the center, right above her crease. I could feel the pronounced upside down teardrop opening that exposed a protruding clitoral hood with her little button peeking out. When I touched it, she pressed upward, quivered, and gasped. As I slid my three fingers down the length of her lips, they felt as soft as cashmere! She was so slick with her juices, my middle finger slipped easily into her folds. I pressed downward all the way to her little starred anus and circled it. She let out a gasp and then said “Oh my! There too? It feels nice.”

I circled her anus a few more times, traced my finger back up her perineum to her entrance and pressed in gently. She let out a small “Ow’. I felt her hymen about a quarter of an inch inside her entrance and pressed against it gently. It gave a little and I thought it might not hurt her too much when I broke through. I then backed out, dragging her juices up to her clit. When I brought the pad of my finger across her clit and began to draw circles around it, she had lifted her hips, quivering with each couple of circles. Her breathing was now coming in short, deep, panting gasps and she was covered with a sheen of sweat when she managed to utter, “Oh my God, I’m going to explode!”

She grabbed my hand with both of hers, and went rigid letting out a low guttural “Uuuhh.” I cupped her vulva and gently pressed in a circular rubbing motion. Still rigid with her legs clamps shut, she flinched while grunting “Uuuhh” about three times, then fell limp back to the bed. I had given my eleven year-old bride her first orgasm.

Priya had let go of my hands and hers were resting on her thighs. She was licking her lips and panting in gasps with her eyes still closed, trying to recover from her first taste of orgasmic bliss. As she regained her breathing and began to calm down, she was saying something in Tamil in a very low soft tone. I lifted her head and gave her a couple of sips of water. She then opened her eyes and looked at me, still in a fog, and said, “What was that? Did I pee myself? I’m soaked down there! I saw lights and then it felt like everything inside me exploded!”

I told her, “No, Sweetheart, you didn’t pee yourself, you wetness shows you’re very excited and ready for intercourse. That, my dear, was called an orgasm, or cumming. How do you like your ravaging so far?”

With a giggle, Priya rolled over on top of me straddling me and said, “Oh God, Sean, I never ever expected to feel anything like that! I like cumming a lot!” She then must have felt the iron rod poking her between her legs because she pushed herself up on her elbows, looked down and said “Oh my! Is that what I think it is?”

I smiled and said, “It sure is! I think he wants some attention!”

With childish inquisitiveness, Priya looked at me and said, “Can I see it?”

She rolled off of me onto her side and propped her head up on her arm. She looked down at my tented boxers and began tracing my cock up and down with her hand. Looking back up at me she said, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, ask me anything.”

“Momma told me something last night that I didn’t understand. She said that I must never show you disrespect and spill your seed carelessly on the ground: what did she mean?”

“I’m not sure, but I think she meant for you to take it into your body.”

“Does that mean that if you, what’s that word again - cum? That I have to make sure it goes into my vagina every time”

“There’s more than one way to do what you mother suggests to receive it, Baby.”

“Tell me, how else can I show you respect?”

“There are three ways you can receive it. First, there is oral sex: that’s when you put me in your mouth and suck me and when I cum, swallow it. Second, you can receive it during intercourse, in your vagina, or, there’s also anal sex.”

“Anal? You mean you put your thing in my butt?”

“Yes, some couples do that, and some women enjoy it if it’s done carefully and gently.”

“Will we do that?”

“If you’d like to try it.”

“I’m not sure if I’d like that, but… if it feels good, I’d like you to teach me every way there is to please you.”

“Before we get any further, I think that now that we’re married, we can speak in terms and use words that may sound dirty or vulgar if spoken outside the bedroom, but is acceptable with lovers.”

“Oh, you mean the nasty words like fuck?”

“Yes, that’s one of them, but there’re also others that describe body parts. Such as tits or titties, your vagina can be called a cunny, cunt, or a pussy. And your back door is an ass or ass hole.

“I think I like cunny or pussy best.”

“Okay. A man’s penis is called a prick, dick, cock and a bunch of other names.

“I like cock or dick.”

There are also terms for various sex acts such as with oral sex. When a woman sucks a man’s dick, it’s called fellatio or a blowjob. When a man licks a woman, it’s called cunnilingus or eating pussy.”

“Can we, I mean, can I talk like that to you?”

“Sure, what’s said between you and me is private.”

”O-kay… Sean, can I now see your… cock?”

Who was I to deny an inquisitive child? I just smiled and nodded.

Priya jumped to her knees and scooted down the bed. She looked at me with a sheepish grin then slowly reached for the waistband on my boxers. I lifted my hips as she slowly pulled them down, catching the head of my dick in the waistband. She giggled and pried my boxers over my dick and it sprang free. When she’d gotten my cock into full view, she stopped and said, “Oh my God, Me Ma was wrong! How’s that g-g-going to fit in my little p-p-pussy? You’ll split me open!”

“Don’t worry too much, I think it’ll fit.”

She looked at me with a ‘Yeah… right’ kind of look and finished pulling my boxers off. She then slowly approached my cock with a little trepidation. She slowly reached out with her hand and encircled it with her tiny fingers. She played with it a few minutes, felt all around my balls, lifting them as if to weigh them, and then returned to slowly jerk me up and down.

“I don’t think this spear with fit in my butt,” she said with a sly grin.

“You might be surprised,” I said.

‘What’s that clear stuff coming out of the end?”

“That’s precum. It helps lubricate things for intercourse.”

With that, she leaned forward, and with a slow, tentative swipe of her tongue, licked the drop off. She said, “A little salty, but I like your taste.” Priya looked up at me and said, “What do I do now? Tell me.”

I told her, “Lick it like a lollipop all around the head; the underside of that ridge that comes to a “V” is very sensitive. When you put it in your mouth, be very careful with your teeth: cover your teeth with your lips.”

Priya then stuck out her tongue and slowly licked around the head, and licked up another drop of precum. Holding the shaft about midway down my 7” length, she then slowly opened her mouth to take me in. When her opened mouth was directly over the head of my cock, I felt the sudden warmth of her breath on my wet, cool member, and I almost shot off before she took me in!

She placed her lips about midway over the head and slid me into her mouth and I felt her stop as her lips slid over the helmet of my glans. I was in sensory shock! Shock in feeling Priya’s warm mouth engulfing me, and the shock in knowing that it was an eleven year-old girl doing it! Although about 7” long, I’m only about an inch and a half in diameter, not what one would call thick.

Priya must have gauged how much she could fit in her small mouth because she lowered her mouth about three inches to the top of her hand, and slightly gagged. I told her, “Don’t take too much at first; it takes time and practice to take more.” She nodded with my cock still in her mouth and slowly began to swirl her tongue around the head and back down. I noticed (and felt) her applying a small amount of suction as she pulled out by the slight concave shape of her cheeks. She responded when I softly said, “A little faster,” and she picked up a little speed. I felt my nuts start to tighten up and I was going to warn her I was about to come when she suddenly stopped and pulled her mouth off of my cock!

She looked up with wet lips and said, “How will I know when you’re gonna shoot it out in my mouth?”

I was that close! Damn!

Gasping, trying to catch my breath, I said, “The head will get slightly bigger in your mouth and if you cup my balls, you’ll feel them sort of draw up into my body. When you feel that, I’m gonna shoot; just pull back, leaving the head in your mouth and swirling your tongue around the head.”

Well, there’s a good side and a bad side to everything. The bad part was, I was close and now, had to build back up to the peak. The good side was I got to do it all over again!

Priya then seemed to sense my frustration because she lowered her mouth and starting slowly and quickly had me on the brink again. I again felt that tingling in my balls, my legs start to tighten and I said, “I’m gonna cum!” Priya went “Hmmmmm,” and with the vibration of her reply, I fired the first shot into the back of her throat groaning loudly and a white light flashing in my eyes. I guess she didn’t expect me to shoot with that much force and she heaved a little. Some escaped her lips before she could swallow when the second salvo hit her and a third right after that. She’d recovered and I could feel her mouth tighten as she swallowed three or four times. She then slowly pumped the remainder into her mouth and swallowed.

I lay there, panting trying to speak, and Priya had her head on my stomach with my cock in her mouth gently sucking the head and I had to push her off my oversensitive glans. She looked up and said, “I’m sorry I spilled some.”

She then began to lick my shaft and her hand to retrieve what she’d spilt. She looked up at me saying, “Gosh, you sure squirted a liter of that stuff! Did I do it right? Did I make you happy?”

Still zoned out in post-climactic shock, I replied, “If it was any better, I’d have gone to meet Allah!”

She giggled, climbed up to me and kissed me. I could taste myself on her lips as we lay there just holding and kissing each other. I was stroking her back and moved down to encase her left butt cheek in my hand when I realized she still had her panties on.

Something came over me as I reached inside her panties to hold her little bare butt cheek, my fingertips coming in contact with her pussy lips. I was filled with such a sudden and powerfully consuming feeling and then it suddenly became very clear to me. Although I loved Priya more than my own life, I was now going to feast on a child. I was going to taste every inch of her, and take her innocence and I would have her two remaining virginities before this night ended. And I knew… at that moment, I knew… I knew I would never, ever want to live without the physical love of a child. Would my love for Priya overcome this realization as she got older? Would I take another wife? And another? Being so close, would Priya sense or know or comprehend this newfound realization? Is this who I really am? Has the devil led me to convert to Islam and here to India to legally dine on the innocent charms of children?

It’s amazing how quickly one can conjure up fictitious and insidious rationalizations to lie to the mind to motivate us to do what we know consciously is wrong. I used the rationalization of my love for Priya as my excuse to continue. I was doing it out of love for my wife on our wedding night and that was the truth in my motive. The worst lie of all is the one served on a dish marinated and garnished in truth, but what is to follow? With that, I again slowly closed that creaky door to my consciousness and buried it the cellar of my mind.

I rolled Priya onto her back and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Her tiny mouth was almost wide open to match my partially parted lips. Her tiny tongue danced with mine as we sought each other’s taste. I began kissing her on the right shoulder and moved across her upper chest leaving wet tongue trails until I again latched onto her left breast. She was cradling my head in her hands as I feasted first on the left breast, sucking, licking and nipping her nipple, and then moved to the right one.

I then began to kiss my way down her torso to her stomach, and circled her navel with my tongue, stuck my tongue inside and licked it, and she giggled. I began to kiss her in a straight line until I reached her panty covered mons and laid a lingering kiss right at the precipice with my bottom lip resting at the top of her crease. She let out an audible squeak, rolling her hips upward to increase the contact.

I then moved to her right hip and began kissing her down the center and inside of her thigh. Priya opened her legs, expecting me to move to her center, and I saw the gusset of her panties was soaked. I lifted her leg and began to kiss my way down her calf until I reached her ankle. I kissed all around her ankle and the top of her henna painted foot. Priya’s foot was so small I sucked all of her toes into my mouth, and began alternating between sucking and licking in between them. When I licked the sole of her foot, she pulled back a little giggling saying, “That tickles!” I then lowered her right leg and began to administer the same to her left foot. I kissed up her left calf and circled her knee with my tongue, and then began a zig zag kissing and licking trail from the top of her thigh to the inside, kissing her thigh right alongside her left cunt lip until I returned to the center of her mons.

I placed my hands on her hips and reached for her waistband. As I hooked my fingers inside and began to pull her panties down, out of shyness, she covered her eyes with her forearm and slowly lifted her hips. When her mons venerus appeared, she was completely bare save the little tuft of soft fine black hairs right in the center above her crease.

As I continued, her vulva came into view. Her fleshy mons sloped downward between her legs with smooth, hairless, plump, puffy pussy lips that were a slightly darker brown than her surrounding skin color. At the top of her slit was a pronounced coral pink hood, with the tip of her little nubbin peeking out. I pulled her panties off of her feet and she placed her feet together flat on the bed, under her butt with her knees bent. I gently pulled her legs open and she let them fall to the sides with the soles of her feet almost touching. Her plump lips were still mostly closed and with my hands on the inside of her thighs, massaged upward and rubbed up and down alongside the crease where her thighs met her pussy lips.

Priya was now breathing heavily through her mouth with her forearm still covering her face. With the flat of my tongue, I licked her from her perineum up her smooth, soft pussy lips to her mons. She let out a gasp and when I touched the tip of her clit with my tongue, Priya gasped, shuddered and at the same time said, “Oh God, yes! Right there!”

Her pubescent pussy looked like a chocolate peach with the feel of a cashmere pashmina! With my thumbs, I peeled open the petals of her flower to reveal a bright coral pink interior. Her inner lips were thin and faded away to nothing at the sides at her virginal opening with no excess of skin. I licked her perineum and started upward, pausing at her little hole. It was a pinkish red opening about a quarter inch in diameter and was weeping a milky white, translucent almost clear nectar than ran down to her ass. I licked the ambrosia, pressed my tongue inside sucking up her nectar and gently pushed against her hymen. She squeaked a soft “Ouch, it hurts a little.”

She then wrapped her legs around my neck and draped her legs behind my back. I continued licking up to her clit and began tracing circles around her little nubbin. She exhaled deeply and rotated her hips upward to feed herself into my mouth. I then sucked her entire clit: hood and all, into my mouth and began flicking my tongue across her clitty with a vengeance. With her hands in my hair pulling me into her, she gasped, bucked upward, and in a deep groan from within her, she panted out, “Oh my God, I’m cumming!” As she bucked upward, she locked my head in a vise-like grip and went rigid. She flinched three times uttering a “Uuuhh” with each shudder, then went limp on the bed.

Priya lay there with her eyes closed, her little breasts heaving, while still panting through her mouth. She still had her legs splayed open and her little cunny was wet from my oral ministrations and her juices still weeping from her grotto.

I rose up and placed my hands on the bed, one on each side of her chest and supported myself. I placed my steel hard cock inside her crease with her pussy lips surrounding my cock and began to slowly slide up and down her crack, rotating my hips down and then up to stimulate her clit with the head of my cock. Priya responded by wrapping her legs around my waist, grabbed my forearms and rotated her hips downward on my upstroke to increase the pressure. She was breathing in a heavy pant, when she said very, very softly, “Please put it in.”

I said, “What did you say, Darling?”

“Please, Sean, please put it inside me.”

I reached for the tube of KY on the nightstand, and although she was sopping wet, I coated my cock and placed the head against her entrance and gently pushed until I could feel the pressure against her hymen. I asked her, “Are you ready, my love?”

She looked at me with a slight bit of apprehension, biting her lip and nodded as she closed her eyes. As I gently pushed forward, Priya locked her legs behind me and suddenly rotated her hips forward, bursting through her maidenhead and impaling herself. I felt a slight bit of resistance, then suddenly thrust into her about two inches. She flinched and with a whimpered hiss said, “Oh my God that burns, please wait a moment!”

With my right hand, I rubbed her left breast and asked her, “Are you alright? Let me know when you’re ready to go on.” With tears running down her temples, Priya looked up to see her pussy lips stretched almost obscenely wide and thin with my cock buried inside her. She laid her head back down and said, “My God, I can feel you’re really inside me! I think I’m alright now, just go slow, okay?” I pulled back out slowly, leaving just the head inside and began to slowly push forward. Being inside her, she was hot: very hot and so indescribably velvety soft. She was incredibly tight! It was like a smooth, wet vise!

It was slow going, but after about five minutes of slowly rocking back and forth, she began to relax and loosen up with her flowing juices enough for me to begin slow, small thrusts of about two inches, until I had about five inches inside her. Another half inch or so, I bumped her cervix, where I stopped. Priya felt it too and squeaked “Ow.” I pulled back out a little and then began to rock back and forth while she began to again rotate her hips upward to meet my slow thrusts.

As I began to pick up the pace, her breath quickened and she was working her hips in time with my thrusts as both of us started to climb the pinnacle. I began to feel that tingle in my balls again and she must have sensed it because she wrapped her arms around my chest, pulling herself up off the bed to embrace me. That action, combined with her rotating her hips downward, forced her weight onto my cock and I slipped another half inch or more inside her. Priya shuddered and began rocking back and forth with such force, I simply held still because the stimulation she was putting on the head of my cock was indescribable! I had pushed past her cervix and into her fornix and I could feel the head of my dick right against the end of her vagina and the mouth of her cervix was rubbing against the top ridge on the head of my cock. I groaned out, “I’m gonna shoot, here it comes!”

She moaned out a deep, primal groan and pressed downward as I began to explode. When she felt the first shot, she shuddered and said, “So hot! Oh my God! I can feel you filling me,” and she locked up and began a rhythmic quivering and didn’t stop as I fired about four or five more spurts into her. Her muscles were locked around me so tight, I could actually feel the cum forcing its way up the length of my cock! She was clinging to me quivering with her mouth open trying to breathe but couldn’t speak. I could feel each spurt wash back against and around the head of my cock and backwards. It was the most incredible sensation I’ve ever felt! My eyes rolled back in my head as Priya was having a continuous orgasm, panting a guttural “Uuuhhh” with each shuddering contraction that was sucking the cum right out of me and then she fainted.

My knees started to buckle, so I turned and fell onto the bed on my back with Priya, still wrapped around me, on top of me while we were still joined together. She folded her legs alongside my hips and was lying on my chest, still breathing in heavy pants for a minute before her breathing started to return to normal. I could feel her heart beating against my chest and it was still beating pretty fast. Even though we’d both climaxed a minute or so ago, Priya was still having spasms, clenching my cock that felt as if she was trying to pull my softening member back into her.

I laid there stroking the side of her face and brushing her hair with my fingers while she came down from her orgasmic bliss and her breathing slowed. She kissed my chest and softly said, “I could actually feel our spirits intertwined and I actually felt as one with you. I love you so much, Sean. I never knew love could ever be this way and I never could have dreamed of having or experiencing the feelings I’ve shared with you, my husband.”

I looked down at her soft, sweet smile and into her eyes, and I felt at that moment that I could see myself wrapped inside the warmth of those deep, dark obsidian black eyes. They were hers… but different. That innocent sparkle seemed to be replaced with a deep and soft love that now glowed with the smoldering embers of passion.

I began to weep. As I heard her words, I too had no way to put into words what I’d experienced with my eleven year-old bride. Priya had done as I requested and withheld nothing from me; she trustingly gave herself over to me to guide into womanhood. I was intoxicated with her love, her passion. I thought for a moment that if love can truly conquer all, I willed myself to believe that if I’m to be redeemed of my demon, it will be through her unconditional love.

Priya then reached under the pillow and withdrew a white, cotton muslin cloth. I asked her, “What’s that for?”

She responded with, “It will be the evidence of my innocence and consummation to my parents.” She then slowly began to lift herself off of me, placing the cloth between her legs to catch the evidence of our union. She held it over her oozing hole and with an “Ooooh” and a hissed intake of breath, she wiped our combined emissions with the cloth said, “I’m kinda tender.” Priya then held up her cloth-covered hand, showing me the pinkish red semen deposit in the center of her hand. She laid the cloth out flat on the nightstand to dry.

With a giggle, she bounded from the bed and I saw her tiny chocolate brown butt cheeks bouncing off to the bathroom and she said over her shoulder, “I have to pee.” With an instant kinky thought of curiosity, I rose from the bed and followed behind her. She sat on the bowl and looked up quizzically and said, “What: do you want to watch?”

I smiled and said, “Yes, very much.”

She gave me a chocolate blush, giggled and said, “You are a very naughty man! Okay, I’ll pee for you.” She then spread her legs wide on the seat and reached down and spread her pussy lips with her thumbs. I must have filled her to capacity because I could see she was still oozing my semen from her closed little cunny hole. I heard her bear down, her urethra pursed open and closed twice, then slowly opened again and with a giggle, her amber flow began to hiss into the bowl. Kneeling, I reached down between her legs letting her flow cascade over my hand. I brought my hand up and began to massage her clit as she peed. She pulled back a little with an “Oh,” while finishing in halted spurts. I brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted her. She gasped and said, “Oh my! That’s nasty! What does it taste like?”

“Warm, and a little salty,” I replied, and continued, “I love your taste!”

Priya looked at me amazed for a second and recovered with, “Do I please you that much? If so, I’ll pee for you whenever you wish.”

“You do please me in every way and yes, I’d like to do this again.” Standing, I then said to her, “Keep your legs spread, I have to pee too.” She looked up at me through her lashes with a devilish grin and said, “Pee for me.”

I aimed between her legs, relaxed and began to piss. I brought my stream up between her open pussy lips and over her clit. She gasped and said, “It stings a little,” as she watched me washing her pussy with my flow. She then moved the fingers of her right hand between her lips and under my stream. When I’d finished, she grinned up at me and leaned over to lick the remaining drops off the head of my cock. She paused expressionless for a second and with a shy grin, raised her fingers to her mouth and sucked them in. To ease the embarrassment of the moment, I said, “Let’s take a shower,” to which she replied, “Okay.”

Priya indicated that she was a little sore, both inside and on her lips around her deflowered hole, so we playfully washed each other and got out. After toweling each other dry, Priya headed to the bed and I retrieved some analgesic cream from the medicine cabinet and followed her to bed.

I had Priya lie on her back and spread her legs. She rose up on her elbows to look down at what I was going to do. I opened her puffy lips with my thumb and finger to inspect her. The inside of her cunt lips and around her vaginal opening was a bright coral pinkish red and a little swollen; her little clitty looked okay and was hidden inside its hood like a tiny BB with just the rounded face peeking out. Just inside her pussy where her hymen used to be, was a swollen, red ridge where the skin had been torn away. I spread some cream around the ridge of her torn maidenhead and the affected area of her hole and lips. Priya hissed a little and said, “It stings a little,” while she laid her head back down on the pillow.

I capped the tube, crawled up and Priya folded herself around me laying her head on my shoulder, draping her right thigh over mine with her breast against the side of my chest and her arm over my chest. I held her and stroked her back with my right hand and her face with my left. I kept telling her how much I loved her as she fell away into slumber. I too quickly fell into a sated sleep.

I thought I was having an erotic dream, and I awoke and the clock read 3:30am. I then realized that Priya, in her sleep, was holding my cock in her dainty, henna painted hand and was slowly jerking me off. She was slowly grinding her clit against my hip. Wrapping my left arm around her torso and cupping her right butt cheek in my right hand, I rolled her onto her back and kissed her passionately. She awoke panting, broke the kiss and whispered, “I want you sooo much, but I’m still sore. Please lick me.”

Without speaking, I began kissing my way down to nirvana. I again stopped to sup on her delicious breast buds and nursed at each until I got my fill. Priya was alternately panting and breathing heavily through the nose and managed to say, “Oh Sean! I love the feel of your mouth on my little titties. It tingles all the way to my toes!”

I kissed and licked my way down to her vulva, I pulled her legs up against her chest with her ankles resting alongside her butt cheeks, exposing her entirely from asshole to clit. Spreading her split peach with my thumbs, I dove onto her clit and began circling it several times with my tongue before sucking the whole thing into my mouth. I shied away from her sore pussy area, but continued down her perineum to her dainty, brown starred nether hole. I rimmed it with my tongue, pushing against it occasionally testing the waters. Her cunt was weeping a trickling trail of nectar down to where my tongue was feasting at her back door. I licked up the ambrosia and returned to rimming her asshole. I pointed my tongue, and applied gentle pressure to her orifice. It pulsed several times and relaxed. When my tongue pressed through her sphincter and into her ass about an inch, she shuddered and moaned out “Oh God! You’re inside my ass with your tongue! It feels sooo good!”

She had grabbed her legs behind the knees and was pulling back in her legs to push her asshole further onto my tongue. After tongue fucking her ass for several minutes, Priya was close to her first anal orgasm. I withdrew my tongue, and began licking my way up to her clit. I picked up the slick oils oozing from her cunt with my finger and coated her anus. As I started flicking her clitty with my tongue, climbing the pinnacle to release, she was trying to impale herself on my finger by pulling her knees back. When Priya began a low, high pitched squeak, I was attacking her clit and I then suddenly thrust my finger into her ass. She lurched forward, made a low, deep long “Uuuhh” and locked up her sphincter, trapping my finger as if trying to squeeze it off! She was quivering and clenching for about thirty seconds and then just laid there, locking my finger in her ass.

As Priya’s panting slowed, she began to relax and said, “That was so intense!” I then began to slowly pump my finger in and out of her. She again began to slowly rotate her hips to meet my finger thrusts a couple of times and then went limp. My dick was so hard, it could have cut diamonds and I said to her, “I need you. I want to fuck your ass.”

Still breathing heavily, she replied, “I’m scared, Sean. I’m afraid that it will hurt me you’re so big. I loved the feel of your finger and tongue, but taking all of you back there scares me.”

“I’ll be gentle, Baby. I’ve got to have you; I need you so much! Please me completely.”

“Oh Sean, I won’t deny any part of myself to you, please be gentle with me… don’t hurt me, please?”

I’ve made everything wonderful for you so far haven’t I? I will in this also.”

“Okay, I trust you.”

Priya was still heated up, so I reached for the tube of KY and liberally coated my dick, and then pressed the tube to her ass and squeezed some lube directly into her ass. I then coated my finger and her anal ring and pushed my finger inside to coat her thoroughly. Priya had brought her arms over the back of her thighs and was obscenely and vulnerably splayed open to my advance.

I laid my cock in the center of her slit and began to slide my cock over the top of her clit. She was getting heated up, so I replaced my cock with my finger and began to massage her clitty with my finger. I then placed the head of my cock against her anus, and she flinched closing herself completely. I told her, “Relax, I’ll go slowly, but you have to relax or it will hurt.” She had a look of confusion on her face: caught between desperately wanting the penetration, and the fear of getting what she desired.

Priya regained control and began to relax. I said to her, “Push out, like you have to go to the bathroom.” While maintaining pressure against her sphincter, I heard her bear down and slowly push, and the head of my cock slowly began to disappear past her anal ring. When the head popped inside, she gasped and said, “Oh my God! It feels like you’ve slit me open!” while at the same time she locked her sphincter so painfully tight, it felt as though she’d cut the head of my cock off.

I again repeated, “Relax, I won’t move until you get used to it.” She nodded and was making a panting sound, like the kind a woman having a labor contraction makes, blowing air out of her mouth. She settled down and her breathing began to become more regular again and she said, “Okay, try to move - but just a little, okay?”

I pushed forward about an inch and pulled back a few times and asked her, “Are you okay?”

Priya looked at me more focused and said, “Yeah, it feels huge, and a little funny, but I’m okay.”

I then began a slow rhythm of thrusts of about two inches, increasing the depth of my thrusts slowly, rubbing her clit the whole time. Priya had moved her hands to the front of my chest with her feet planted on my hips. As I gained the depths of her colon, I looked down to see our union. Her little star was stretched so wide and thin, it looked like a tiny ring that pulled away from her body about an inch with each withdrawal, and then back in. I now had about two inches left to deposit when I asked her, “How is it now?”

She was panting heavily and gasped out, “Oh God, it feels so full, like I’ve got a pole inside me, but it feels sooo good!”

I applied more pressure to her clit and deposited the last of my cock in her colon, and I stopped and said, “You’ve got all of me.”

She put her arms around my neck and pulled herself up to look down, and said, “So deep, Sean, I can feel you deep in my belly! It feels like you’re in the center of my insides!”

I then began to slowly fuck her ass with slow but long, deep strokes. Her smooth ass was hotter that her pussy, like a raging furnace! It seemed that she naturally knew how to fuck, because with each plunge, she’d flex her knees, draw herself into me looking down and relax her muscles; and on the withdrawal, she’d tighten her sphincter around me and slowly push herself away with her legs. I began to speed up and thrust into her with deliberate and forceful thrusts and she was matching me in our dance of lust. We were both trying to sate the beast inside of us with each concerted movement. As I penetrated her completely, my balls slapping against her tiny butt cheeks, she’d match me with a timed, guttural “Uuhh” at the bottom of each stroke. I wanted to see her asshole entirely, so I pulled completely out of her. Her once tiny star was a gaping hole and I could see the red colored tube inside. When I pulled out, she cried out, “Noooo! Not yet!” I plunged back into her to the hilt in one single stoke and she hissed out a “Yessss! She then set herself to really working my cock, squeezing me with each withdrawal, and gasped out, “Oh my God, I can feel you swell! I’m cumming!”

When she plunged herself onto my thrusting dagger, I let out a howl and fired off deep inside her bowels. It seemed that I just kept cumming and couldn’t stop! Priya grunted with each spurt, and squealed, “So hot! You’re burning my insides! Oh fuck, I can’t stop cumming!”

I grabbed her knees and pushed them back past her shoulders and tried to climb inside of her. For several minutes after I’d finished coming, my cock continued to twitch inside her and she spasmed in unison, as if I was trying to pump cum that I didn’t have inside her and she was trying to suck it out of me.

I lay on top of her, completely buried. Her sphincter still held me in a death grip and I wasn’t softening in the least. I started to rock back and forth deep inside her ass and she responded by slowly thrusting her ass up onto cock. She locked up again and had another quivering orgasm. Priya had her head down, panting with loud halted breathes through her nose and slowly relaxed her sphincter. I slowly slid out of her to see her huge, gaping hole releasing a river of cum that rolled down the crack of her ass and onto the bed. It looked like I’d shot a gallon of cum in her because it just flowed like a faucet as her gaping hole began to slowly close, wink and return to normal.

I laid her out on the bed and went to the bathroom to wash myself and to get a wet cloth. I returned to find Priya had rolled over on her side, and she still had cum oozing from her ass. I gently cleaned her up and as I inspected the ‘damage’, she was still in a foggy daze, and as limp as a dishrag. Her anus has returned to the dainty little star it normally was, it was slightly red, but looked fine.

I crawled into bed along side her and she rolled over to lay half on top of my side. Priya said in a very soft voice, “I have something to confess.”

I asked her, “What do you have to confess?”

Looking down away from me she whispered, “I have to confess that I’ve acted like a harlot.”

“A harlot?” I asked quizzically, “Why a harlot? That’s an uncommonly used word nowadays, where did you hear it?”

“When I was about eight, Papa was talking about a harlot and I asked him what a harlot was. He said that a harlot takes pleasure in doing dirty, perverted things.”

“So why do you feel like a harlot?”

“Because I liked it - all of it. I liked peeing for you, having you pee on me, even tasting you. I know it’s wrong, but I liked it very much. I liked your tongue in my ass, tasting me there, and I liked you fucking me there and cumming in my ass. Oh God, I loved it! It didn’t hurt and I can take all of you there. It felt like you were deep inside the core of me! I loved it all! It all seems so very, very naughty and nasty, but I loved it all so much! I purposely woke you so that you’d fuck me in the ass. Am I a perverted harlot?”

“No, Sweetheart, I don’t think you’re perverted harlot. What two people consent to and enjoy together in their marriage bed becomes a part of who they are. You have enjoyed and experienced more in one night than many women ever experience in a lifetime! I asked you to withhold nothing from me, and you’ve been completely open and expressed your desires and feelings freely. Do you feel like a harlot?”

“No. I feel strangely liberated and wonderful! I’m so dark skinned, but you love me and you love my body, I can be free with you! I have denied you nothing, my husband. I am yours, completely yours. There’s nothing,” and she looked me dead seriously in the eyes continuing, “nothing I wouldn’t do to make you happy! Can we do these things all the time from now on?”

“Sure. Maybe not all in one night like tonight! I don’t know about you, but I’m all fucked out!”

Priya giggled and said, “My little pussy is sorely telling me I’ve truly been ravaged and defiled!”

Jokingly I said to her, “Will you be my little harlot?”

She looked at me sexily and replied, “If it pleases you, I’ll be your nasty little harlot!”

“Well, my nasty little harlot, we’d better get some sleep. It’s five am and we have to be up by eight to have breakfast with my parents. Can you be a good little girl and go to sleep?”

“Only if you promise to always hold me to sleep.”

“Okay, if I must, but be good!”

“Yes sir, goodnight, Husband.”

“Good night, my little harlot.”