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Life The Afghan Way
by Lancho (nirsul@actcom.co.il)
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A UN worker is offered a child wife and to avoid an
international incident, he takes her. (Mg, ped, 1st,
preg)
***
This true story takes place prior to the attacks on the
US, before Afghanistan was taken to task for their roll
in that attack.
When I was 33 years old, while working for the UN, I
was stationed at an afghan camp near Kabul the capital.
I was presented to the camp's leader whose name was
Denaul. Over time I developed a very good relation with
him and with his people.
Most of days I was doing actually nothing so I made
myself a routine to wonder around during daytime. One
day as I wondering I met with Denaul's daughter who was
12 years old, her name was Ganida. Normally you don't
get to meet women in the course of your daily travels.
Ganida was not a small girl, I mean she was small but
quite plump, I think she was about 20 kilos overweight.
But I liked that. We were friendly right from the first
and we developed a friendship. But the real surprise
was to come.
About a month later Denaul called me in to talk about
some serious matter, he said. He told me that I was a
very good friend of him and his people - he said he
considered it a great honor to become a friend of mine
and that he thought of me as family. That I was as good
as family to him.
I asked him how he thought that would be possible since
I was a foreigner. His answer was a surprise. "Ganida,"
he said. "You will marry my daughter Ganida."
I said that she was way too young for me to marry, but
he said that there the custom was to marry their
daughters at the age of 10-13.
I said, beginning to worry that I might offend him,
that I was not in love with his daughter, that we were
just friends. His reply was that she had told him that
I was very kind and nice and it would make her proud to
be the American's woman. He said that I would insult
him and his people if I did not accept.
I thought for a moment, I didn't want to cause an
incident, and I could always disappear when my tour was
over, so I agreed. Denaul blessed me and told me that
he would love to have lots of American grandchildren.
We were married in a local ceremony. I had no plans to
tell my superiors about this "marriage" as I knew it
was totally against the rules and if they found out
about it they'd pack me off back to the states before I
had a chance to blink.
***
After the wedding ceremony we were very tired, after
all the nuptial party didn't end until around 4 o'clock
in the morning. We were finally ushered with great
fanfare and lots of teasing to our new chamber which
was very modest, but I thought that it was quite
suitable for any young couple.
Once we entered out hut Ganida told me she was very
happy that she was married to me and that she hadn't
wanted to marry a man from her own people because they
treated women badly and forced them to have lots of
children. And with me she would love to have lots of my
children and she said that she wanted to start right
then. She hesitated then said, if I didn't mind.
Hell, I thought to myself, here I was with a 12 year
old girl whose parents wanted me to fuck her. And even
the girl wanted it. In the states I'd go to jail just
for touching such a young girl.
I had to admit that the whole things was attractive to
me. I'd never seriously thought about slipping it to a
kid before, but everyone wanted me to, and anyway, if I
didn't I be causing a big incident. What the hell, I'd
loved pregnant women since my childhood and now I had
this cute plump little girl that was my wife and she
was the one that would possess -- in a short time -- a
nice round big belly.
Upon hearing that it was their custom for the husband
to undress his wife and instruct her how best to
satisfy his needs, I got a big hard-on and started
pulling her clothes off.
Well, Ganida wasn't tall - in fact she was quite small
but this only made me hornier because she was plump and
compact, with smooth child's skin and the thought of
her pregnant with a child - an even smaller creature -
her rounded thighs and breasts like little oranges -
with a sexy bulge in the front that started right below
her tits, made me shake with desire.
But she didn't know any of that. I told her that the
sight of a pregnant woman and a very young one, too
made me very happy. She said that if was the case, then
we should have lots of time of passion because she
decided, that she would be pregnant all the time.
As I removed her clothes, I was visualizing her at 13
(in about 5-6 months) walking down the small main
street of the village, carrying my child her round
belly. Even though Ganida was plum, as I undressed her
I could see that her body was firm and her stomach was,
although rounded, it was firm too.
The thought that her firm tummy would be stretched and
full as she walked proudly, carrying the son of the
American. Maybe some of the women - older ones - would
look with envy in their eyes - and a desire in their
wombs to be like her. A child becoming a mother.
As the last threads of clothing fell away and Ganida
stood before me totally naked, the vision in my head of
her buttocks full of pregnancy and her bosom full of
motherhood made my prick as hard as rock, standing
proud and quivering.
I imagined her in the months after the baby is born,
sitting on our small and soft bed with her dress
partially covering her legs and genitals, with our baby
feeding on her hot milk. While making new milk in her
breasts - those of a young girl who is only 13 years
old. New milk for the baby and his little sister that
would already be sprouting within the tummy of his
young, adorable and sexy little mother. She would be
sighing while caressing her baby and her already newly
bulging belly.
I take my new wife's little hand and gently push her
gently to the horsehair mattress having already
stripped naked myself. I was totally intent on fucking
my new young wife every which way before the sun came
up.
***
It's now a year later and Ganida is sitting in our hut
nursing our new born. Just as I had imagined, she is a
proud young mother who is already carrying another
child in her belly.
Looking at her nursing our babe, I can't help but
remember back to that first night and the glorious
feeling of my hard cock sliding onto her soaking wet
tight girl slit and her groan as I bottomed out in her.
Her hugging me to her as I road her young flesh and our
two bodies thrashing as I bucked against he shooting my
hot cum deep into her well almost immediately.
It didn't matter that I'd cum so soon, because that
first night we fucked 7 more times, so many times in
fact, that young Ganida couldn't walk the next day. She
was pregnant with our first child within 6 weeks of
that first night.
As I think back over the past year I'm a bit melancholy
about the fact that I only have a few mores days left
before I have to return to the states. My tour of duty
is over and it's time to return to civilization.
I admit that I have mixed feeling about leaving these
primitive people and their primitive ways. The sex
along is better than anything I'd ever expect at home.
But, ones career must come before ones pleasure, and I
expected a nice promotion once I got back to the UN
headquarters in New York.
After all, I had almost single handedly brought peace
and prosperity to my region of Afghanistan. I just
hopped that things would stay calm once I disappeared
from the scene.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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