The Child Bride

by Little Puchi

Tara shuddered as the cold water flowed down her neck, snaked down her chest and between her breasts, and finally down the inside of her legs. She looked around and could see that it was still dark. The warm, welcoming rays off the sun were still hours away and the cold glare of the full moon was all the illumination she had to make out her surroundings.

The searing shock of that first burst of icy water pulled her out of her half asleep reverie. She could make out the voices of the mother Yamuna, and her elder cousins, the 14-year-old twins, Divya and Ruchika in front of her. Much more closely, she could make out the naked figure of her neighbor, Darsha.

"Don't take too long now, Tara; you still have to finish your morning ablutions and get dressed. You don't want to be late for your special day."

Darsha s calm and firm voice was immediately reassuring. The special event Darsha had spoken of was of Tara's wedding.

"Do I HAVE to get married today? why not when it's a bit warmer, .. in the spring perhaps?

"No Tara, you're 12 and a half already. I was already married for a year when I was your age. And the boy! He is super cute and rich too, the son of the biggest land holding farmer in the area! You could not be luckier! You dont want to keep HIM waiting."

Thinking about her fiancée made her blush. Ajaysingh Pratapsingh WAS the cutest boy in the village. Just a year older than her, at 13, he lived at the end of the village in a large walled off enclosed house, complete with a garden with peacocks. His visits to the village accompanied by his father and numerous palanquin bearers made all the village girls stop work and rush to the market to catch a glimpse of their dearest boy prince.

Indeed she felt lucky to be the one chosen by his family. Her father being the biggest merchants in the area doubtless a factor in the alliance.

"Dreaming Tara? You've suddenly gone quiet," Darsha chuckled. Don't dwell too much about your little muffin, there are a lot of other girls who I'm sure are imagining the dirtiest things about him this very moment.

As the sun rose slowly over the horizon Tara looked around the secluded mountain stream where they were bathing. There were 15 to 20 other girls and women in a similar state of undress performing their morning rituals. The "Devi ghat" as it was known or Hill of the Goddess was situated in a deep recess at the end of the valley on the outskirts of the village. It was also strictly off limits to men and boys, supposedly on account of a curse of impotence befalling any hapless male who ventured into the vicinity of the area. So it provided a convenient location for all girls in the village for their baths and *other* private activities. As Darsha came closer, Tara allowed herself a stolen glance of her beautiful older neighbors lasciviciousy exposed body. She ran her eyes down the large dark mascara lined eyes following the light brown skin to her collar bone whose protrusion provided ample contrast to the large pendulous breasts below. The biting cold of the winter morning bath had caused her nipples to stand erect, twin lovely brown pinpoints standing up above the pale areola beneath. Tara felt a tiny tingle in the innermost reaches of her puffy puchi as she lapped up Darsha s beautiful shamelessly exposed breasts. Going further down she noticed the large deep navel, which seemed to penetrate into the deepest recess of her lissome body.

Although Tara tried not to stare, she couldn't but help steal a glance at Darsha s exposed pussy, which seemed to stick out between her legs. A prominent mound of venus made way below to a vertical strip of hair just enough to cover the separation of her lips, the mark of modest women. Indeed Tara had been warned by her own mother several times when her own fuzz appeared, not shave off her hairs, as so many other young girls were wanton to do. As if she had enough. Her own growth was limited to a small circular tuft as the circular depression at the top of her vulval cleft with a few strands on either side further below. She looked down at her little boobies and wondered if her little lemon sized eminences would grow to be as large as Darsha's or remain small like her mothers. She sincerely prayed for the former.

Darsha caught her staring at her body. A wry smile came over her. "You seem to be enjoying the view Tara, is there anything else I can help you with", she chuckled. "Keep your randiness for your little muffin boy"

"I wasn't looking at anything, just staring ahead"

"Yeah, whatever"

"But Darsha, after I am married I probably won't be seeing much of you will I, I can't bear the thought."

"No sweetie don't think that way, I'll always be around for you, and you know that. It's not like youre leaving the country!"

"But still, I'll miss the fun we had together, the things we haven't told anyone else."

A wry smile came over Tara's face.

"Oh sweetie," Darsha sighed. "I'm sure you'll have plenty of fun where you're going!"

The older girl stepped forward and embraced her little friend. Their naked wet bodies coiled serpingiously around each other. For Tara the feel of Darsha large soft breasts against her own sent a shiver up her back and into the base of her neck. The tingle in her pussy metamorphosed into a flame and the flame into a raging inferno. She freed her left arm and flung it across Darsha neck and with her right hand; she began to caress the older girl's soft supple breasts. Twirling her fingers around the areolaoe she picked at the erect nipple drawing them out so they looked like two needles. She was aware that it wasn't the cold alone that was having such an effect on Darsha. Darsha, in turn surprised at Tara's excitement couldn't restrain her own. She licked and suckled at the little ones nipples before completely taking the soft round orb wholly inside her mouth. Tara squealed her approval. With the fingers of her freer hand, she made her way down to the soft mound between Tara s legs.

Tracing the outline of her child lips, Darsha inserted a finger just below the small tuft of hair and retracted the skin. Immediately Tara s tiny little clit burst forth dark purple in color and standing erect shamelessly aroused. Darsha gently lowered Tara to the ground and positioning her head over the child pussy used her fingers to separate the lips wide apart. She could see where the soft brown skin gradually gave way to pink mucous membrane and noticed a thin stream of a pussy juice slowly dripping out from her puchi opening and making its way to her perineum. Positioning her head over the exposed child slit Darsha could feel wave after wave of warm air pulsations emanating from the deepest recesses of the soft wet cavern. Inhaling its distinctive sweetish sickly aroma got her own juices flowing like a river. Darsha noticed a yawning chasm which should normally have been obscured by the little ones hymen.

"Well sweetie it looks like someone was here before", who was it? I hope it wasn't that daddy of yours!" Tara face turned bright red and she said nothing. Come on Tara you know I'll find out anyway. I hope it's not your daddy. Darsha alluded to an age-old aphorism in rural India, which stated that "for a girl to be a virgin at the time of her marriage she should have no father, brother, cousins, or uncles. Indeed Darsha s' own introduction to the facts of life was made by her own father when she was a tender girl of 10. She knew countless other girl's in the village who used to "play" with their own relatives of both sexes .But the games were conducted done so discreetly and tenderly that usually everyone knew about it and nobody seemed to mind. Tara decided to leave the question hanging in the air.

Darsha sat cross-legged on the rocks on the riverbed and pulled Tara pelvis up towards her shoving her little thighs over her shoulders. She began by licking the thin stream of fluid over the child's perineum then working her way upwards towards the cleft. Spreading her lips apart with her fingers, she darted her tongue rapidly in and out of the soft warm little hole causing Tara to squeal like a little piglet. Moving further up she made a few thrusts with her tongue into the top of the child's cleft just under the tuft of pubic hair where Tara s little knobby clitoris stood shamelessly erect. Pursing her lips into a little o she blew some air in short bursts over it before taking it between her lips where her tongue began to flick over it first up and down then side to side and then in circles. Freeing her other hand she inserted her pinky in and out of Taras' tight little bumhole, which was contracting in tandem with the actions of the older girls tongue on the younger's clit. With the other free hand she began to draw circles over the little ones nipples periodically compressing the little areolae between the thumb and forefinger.

The combined effect of Darsha activities over all her erogenous zones initiated a warm sensation in Taras' lower abdomen. She felt the warmth flush her pelvis particularly in her puchi and bumhole, which she then felt suddenly shoot up her spine into the back of her head. Her back arched over into a spasm. She felt an incredible sensation like she wanted to pee rapidly and a few drops of fluid leaked out of her engorged swollen puchi. Darsha felt wave after wave of spasmodic contraction where her finger was placed deep inside the little girls bum hole. She also noticed both her tiny little nipples were standing erect and the papilla around the areola had become prominent.

Sensing the end of the little ones climax and feeling the beginning of her own Darsha gently placed the panting little girl on her side and proceeded to insert a finger in her now wet and sticky pussy .Grabbing the recumbent little girl's left index finger, she pushed it deep up her anus. Rapidly plunging the finger into her bumhole, with the other tapping her erect clit she felt the familiar trappings of the climax surge within her pelvis and explode throughout her entire body. A content smile over her face she embraced the prostate little girl lying on the soft sand of the river conscious of the beating of their hearts while a gentle stream of water poured over their naked conjoined bodies, both totally oblivious to the dozens of girls and women staring at them.

At the wedding venue, Tara was amazed at the decorations that had been put up in such short time. The village square had been bare just a day earlier. But the afternoon had started to become unbearably hot. This combined with the layers of makeup and bridal attire had started to make it uncomfortable indeed. She wished she could take everything off and go back to the river where Darsha would hopefully play with her again. She was wearing a short tight purple choli (blouse) top that accentuated her growing breasts and a lower garment, which wrapped tightly around her hips and then enveloped both legs separately. It formed a v shape at her waist, which plunged dangerously down toward her mons pubis. Beneath this was a thin piece of sheer fabric, which coiled around her private nether regions and kept in place by a series of knots, which would have to be undone by her newly wedded child husband. Between the upper and lower garments, her midriff was left completely exposed and a small gemstone had been inserted into her large inviting navel orifice.

The choice of dress was obviously Darsha's. She said it would "probably drive a few old men crazy."

The gold bracelets on her hands and the silver anklets over her feet made a chiming sound as she walked. Both palms had been decorated with highly elaborate henna. She was pleased with the village beauticians work on her face. The several layers of makeup and dark mascara accentuated her girlish features and gave her a mysterious seductive look.

As the auspicious hour approached she made her way to the marriage ground where the chief priest had prepared the sacred fire and was busy reciting from the scriptures. Sitting next to her mother and Darsha, she caught a glimpse of her boy husband at the corner of the stage. The boy was extra ordinarily beautiful. Fair with shoulder length thick black hair, he had dark soft beautiful eyes that any girl, indeed mature women would kill for. Tara wondered how many girls and women had enjoyed his pleasure before she was blessed to. Sitting by his side was the boy's mother the strikingly pretty Parvati Laxmibai, one of the most powerful women in the village. She was bedecked in the finest silk and looked as though she possessed half the world's best jewelry. She kept glancing at her little boy occasionally looking in Taras' direction and then whispering in his ear. The boy too seemed transfixed at the sight of his little child bride.

As the time approached, the priest called out and both future bride and groom took their places by the sacred fire. Repeating verses from the scriptures, she held her future husbands hand as they walked around the fire. After the customary showering of rice the ceremony concluded and both made their way to the conjugal bedroom at the grooms' house. Tara was accompanied by Darsha and the rest of the bridal party who left her at the entrance of the great door of the mansion. She was escorted in by her father in law who couldn't help lick his lips at the delicious sight of his young daughter in law.

She was then taken up the stairs and ushered into a great room, which had a decorated bed complete with flower petals on the sheets. Erotic paintings from the Kamasutra describing all manner of sexual positions adorned the walls. Tara could see the silhouette of a person on the bed in the low light. As she got closer she was shocked to see it was Parvati Laxmibai her boy husband's mother! She seemed to be naked except for the bracelets on her arms and anklets around her legs. A gold waist chain glistened around her pelvis, as did a thick gold chain dangle from her neck onto her surprisingly large breasts. But more stunning still was the sight of her little boy husband himself, totally naked himself lying recumbent in front of his mother, being spooned into the concavity of her body.

"Come closer child, so we can see you better. Don't be afraid now. You are a big girl and there's nothing to be shy of. Your husband seeks the company of your pleasure."

"Some family," Tara thought to herself.

Approaching cautiously she saw that the young boy was being fondled by his mother. Her right hand pinching and squeezing his left nipple and her left hand teasing her son's young 13-year-old little cocklet which stood erect sideways . Tara could see that her husband was well endowed for a young boy his age. She wondered if it was the tender loving care of his mother, which ensured it. She knew that young boys were usually masturbated by their mothers and sisters but usually to distract younger ones from crying and ruining an afternoon nap. She had never seen or heard such a 'big' boy having it done to him! "Big baby" she thought to herself and laughed inwardly.

"Sonali, please undress the bride." The mother ordered her lady in waiting. The attendant meekly obeyed. She quickly darted across the room and knelt beside Tara. Undoing the strings of the choli at the back, she deftly removed the upper garment exposing the young girls developing little breasts.

Removing the pin holding the lower garment in place she left Tara standing in her sheer diaphanous undergarment.

"Leave the child's undergarment on. Come here little one, your husband beckons."

Little Ajay could hardly contain his excitement. His little cocklet began to throb up and down at the sight of his child bride. The mother picked up the boy and put him in her lap assuming a seated position. She began to deliberately fondle the young boy ritually in accordance with the methods described in the old texts. Fist she applied pressure at the base of the boy's penis, and then went around to its underside to the junction between his cocklet and little ballsack. She then formed a ring with her thumb and forefinger and squeezed the top of the boy's testicles. Finally she retracted her son's foreskin and made circles around his sensitive exposed little glans.

The boy had simultaneously started undoing the knots on his newlywed bride's undergarment. As he worked his way clumsily, he couldn't resist the temptation of touching his little bride's pussy lips through the thin cloth. How soft the puffy puchi lips were he thought to himself. Tara began to think that marriage wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Parvati Laxmibai placed her son flat on the bed, his erection hanging in the air. She undid the final knots on Taras' garment herself and threw it to the side. She noticed that Tara's pussy was as smooth and hairless as the day she born, having been cleaned out thoroughly for this special occasion. Tara noticed Laxmibai's vulva was shaved too revealing her plump pubic mound and inner lips to the world.

Laxmibai rubbed Taras' pussy gently then retracted her clitoral prepuce to free the little knob from its fleshy prison. She inserted her long middle finger into Taras' pussy to sound its depth and tightness. Tara yelped as the sudden sharp thrust up caused her vaginal sphincter to clamp down hard. Laxmibai knew there was work to be done before her son could enter his bride's hot inviting little hole. Laxmibai leaned over to the small table beside the bed where she had prepared her concoction. She had made a mixture of warm palm oil mixed with turmeric powder and scented with aromatic oils. She smeared her index and middle fingers with the thick paste and returned to the edge of the bed.

Placing the now stark naked Tara beside her equally exposed son, she parted Tara s tender vulva lips gently revealing the warm narrow cavern within. In a swift move, she plunged her slimy fingers into the little girl's exposed gaping hole and proceeded to rub the entire length and four walls of her little love canal with the scented paste.

Tara immediately felt a divine tingling inside her puchi. The combined effect of the spice as well as its fine granulations together with the gentle back and forth motions of Laxmibai's fingers was a delicious feeling indeed.

Laxmibai then dipped into the paste once again and applied her concoction onto her son's glans.

She sniffed the lascivious aroma of turmeric and scented oils before grabbing the erect shaft of her son's cocklet and began her gentle up and down motion. Ajay moaned in pleasure as his mother's deft oily fingers worked their magic.

Laxmibai then picked her son up and placed him prone over the naked torso of the young girl. Grasping his little cocklet, she guided his raging erection into the little girl's secret parts.

"Enjoy your new bride love," she whispered tenderly into her son's ears. Ajay, in a sudden fit of masculine vigor plunged his rigid little cocklet into Taras' hole. The grating sensation of turmeric and the tingling sensations of the oils inflamed his passions further. He could feel Taras' vaginal muscles clamping down on his shaft spasmodically and his mother's fingers squeezing his little ballsack and her large breasts bobbing up and down his back.

Tara meanwhile was in seventh heaven as her boy husband went about his passions while she lay on her back with her eyes closed savoring the intensely delicious sensations shooting all over her body.

As her little boy's thrusts pace increased, Laxmibai knew her son was almost at the end of his tether.

She gently pried his little chode out of her young daughter-in-law's coochie, and lying on her back inserted the delicious cocklet into her own orifice.

She then turned to Tara and grabbing her by the hips placed the little girl's pelvis over her face so that the small tight orifice was directly over her mouth, the girl facing her legs.

With both her children so positioned, she then inserted a finger into each of their little bumholes.

She could feel her son's stiff little cocklet pushing deep inside her while her own tongue ran up and down Tara s protruding pudendal slit.

Tara had her eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensation of Laxmibai's tongue lapping at her wet sticky clitoris, periodically making spasmodic grunts. Ajay pounded away at his mommy's distended love hole, as he gazed upward seeing his newly wedded child bride being orally stimulated. her now reddish brown vulva revealing the secret inner lips, erect preteen clitoris and a thin stream of puchi juice.

As Laxmi's pussy muscles worked on his globular distended glans and her fingers deep in his bumhole massaged his boyish prostate, Ajay lurched forward as his pelvis seized with the shock of orgasm. He felt his nutsack retract upward, a wave of pleasure sweep through his body, and a wad of thick sticky boycum shot into Laxmi's hole.

Tara continued to grind her pussy into Laxmi's face and feeling the smooth tongue lapping on her standing clit, shuddered and came as Laxmi's fingers withdrew from her bumhole.

Laxmi herself seeing both her little lovers collapse in erotic delirium inserted her own fingers into her flaming vagina where her little boy had spent himself moments before and brought herself off to a delicious climax. She then beckoned to her boy to come and help himself to her sweet juices, which now ran down her slit and onto the sheets, which Ajay lapped up with gusto.

The sight of her boy- hubby's creamy discharge over his own mother's pussy and lower abdomen aroused Tara even further. She made her way down from Laxmi's face and proceeded to lick the musty smelling sticky secretions off the mother's vulva.

"I can't tell you how much I love the both of you," Laxmi bai said as she gently massaged both children on their exposed buttocks. I am so glad that so came to our little family Tara.

"And I'm glad I did," Tara replied.

"Ajay, give your girl a kiss, she deserves it after this performance."

"Do it like I taught you."

"Sure thing Mom,"

Ajay pinned his bride to the bed and clamped his open mouth gently around hers. Tara's eyebrows fluttered as she felt the taste of Laxmi's love juices around Ajay's mouth. She could feel his tongue thrusting and probing all around her tongue and inside of her mouth.

Locking her legs around the boy's torso, and her arms around his neck, Tara returned her lovers passionate kisses with added fervor.

As the sun dipped down over the horizon, Laxmi lay beside the two children, and held both tightly.

"What a story Darsha's going to hear tomorrow!" Tara thought to herself, as the three slowly drifted to sleep.