Stories of the Child Bride

By Leslie Schmidt




"So, what has your mother told you about tonight?" I had 
just closed and locked the door to the hotel room where 
we'd be spending our wedding night.

"She said we'd make love."

"Do you know what that means?"

"Yeah, Mom told me all about 'boys and girls' a long time 
ago." She paused. "She said it might hurt at first but then it 
would be OK."

"I don't want to hurt you," I said.

"She said she knew you'd be real gentle."

I was now sitting on the bed next to her, she looked so cute, 
still in her white wedding dress. She had looked even cuter 
with it bunched up around her knees, trying to run in a 
game of tag with her younger brother and her cousins 
during the reception. She hadn't eaten much of her dinner, 
and had only taken one sip of the wine, while us adults sat 
around and toasted the joining of our two families.

Let me explain a little. Mine and Sarah's fathers had 
arranged our marriage when I was only 13. The 
arrangement formed, and the marriage solidified, a 
'merger' of two fortunes that would keep control of most of 
the titanium production on the moon for a generation. It 
also meant that the weak treaties that governed the 
development of space wouldn't break down-that could 
actually avoid a war. I really didn't understand what they 
met as I looked down at the sleeping baby, just days old, 
and was told that she was my future bride. Now, just eight 
years later, when I had turned 21, I was a married man-
and, as my mother explained, also a father to a bright and 
wild nine year old.

As she (as we both) had grown up, we were together a lot. 
Mostly the parents found excuses for us to be together. 
From that time, I had often been expected to baby sit Sarah. 
When I was 16 and she had just turned four, I tried to teach 
her how to fish. She cried for the worm struggling on her 
hook. I was disgusted but my mom laughed at me when I 
told her about it and told me to have patience with the little 
girl, we'd have many years for me to teach her to fish. 
(Actually, for the past couple of years she's gotten to be 
quite good, even landing a big 10 pound cat on a light spin-
casting rig. Gone was her squeamishness as she watched 
me clean it and fry it over a fire right then, for lunch.) I 
guess that I was an older brother to her, and she was my kid 
sister. But, always in the background was the knowledge 
that we would be married, and, as with the custom, (and 
allowed by law) the marriage always takes place on the 21st 
birthday of the elder.

"How long do you have off from school?" I asked.

"Daddy wrote a letter to the teacher and said I'd be gone 
until next Monday. The teacher posted my assignments for 
me." She paused, now coming to realize that I was in 
charge of her, "Are you going to make me do them?"

This was also a bit of a shock for me. I had helped her 
many times with school work, but... "Probably, I'll look at 
them tomorrow."

We fell silent, an awkward quiet. Neither of us was quite 
sure what to do next.

I put one of my hands on her shoulder, then reached across 
and put the other on her thigh and leaned down and kissed 
her. Just a friendly kiss. We had kissed many times but it 
was always a friendly and affectionate kiss goodnight or 
goodbye between a brother and sister. She looked up at me 
now, her head down, her eyes almost behind the two lines 
of blonde hair the circled her face and ran in waves half 
way down to her waist. That look melted my heart-it was 
so pretty, so vulnerable, but also trusting. I realized that it 
was natural for me to be here with her, it had all been 
arranged, we had been raised to be each others. 

I lifted my hand off her thigh and took her chin, raising her 
face to me and kissed her again, but this time longer and 
more gently. I looked at her, her huge brown eyes were 
sparkling. I kissed her again, this time rubbing our lips 
gently together. I pulled back, swimming in her eyes and, 
with my next kiss I tentatively brushed her lips with the tip 
of my tongue. Well, then I got a surprise. As I kissed her I 
saw a change in those eyes. They went from soft and 
vulnerable puppy dog eyes to laughing and mischievous.

The next I knew she had put both her hands flat on my 
chest and pushed me onto my back, following me and 
landing on top of me. She stuck out her tongue, then 
pushed it against my lips, giggling around it. I laughed too 
and pushed her face away, my hands on each of her cheeks.

"Mmmmmmm...." She said as she stuck her tongue out at 
me and moved her face from side to side. I moved my 
hands and pulled her to me again, this time trying to bite 
her protruding tongue. She pulled away laughing.... 
"Noooohooohooo...." Then I pulled her back, but this time 
I kissed her, adding my tongue, and she reciprocated.

Now we really did kiss. At first she was a little clumsy, 
holding her mouth too far open so that our teeth bumped, 
but, after just a few moments, she caught on. Even though 
in a part of my mind it was like making out with my kid 
sister, I still had a stirring in my pants.

I rolled us over, so I was on my side and Sarah on her back 
and, now, very romantically, kissed her, brushing her hair 
out of her face. God, but she was beautiful. We kissed and 
hugged for several minutes, the feel of her arms around me 
was intoxicating and my heart was pounding in my throat. I 
came up for air.

"So, how many boys have you kissed?" I asked.

An offended look came across her face. "None...you silly." 
She gently hit me in the chest.

"Well," I continued, "you've kissed your father....and 
Andrew," (her little brother).

"Yeah, but that doesn't count!" She was trying to pretend 
to be getting mad.

With a laugh I wrapped my arms around her again and 
started kissing her, this time drawing her on top of me and 
reaching for the zipper at the nap of her neck. After just a 
few seconds of pulling it became apparent that this wasn't 
going to work so I went back to just kissing her. She was a 
little tense now, but soon relaxed as I ran my hands up and 
down her sides, feeling her skinny torso through the silk 
and lace gown. The feeling was so sensual that my cock 
swelled-with her thigh between mine, there was no way 
she couldn't feel it.

Suddenly she lifted up and off of me, standing up next to 
the bed. She had a calm expression as she pulled her hair to 
one side down her front, then turned around... "Unzip me."

My stomach was tied in a knot as I reached up and, after 
pushing a few stray strands of hair out of the way, worked 
the thin zipper down to the small of her back. She, still 
facing away, pulled on the long sleeves and worked the 
dress down and over her hips. For a second I thought of the 
money she was throwing on the floor. Her father must have 
spent 50000 Euros on it, the diamonds and pearls sown into 
the lace had to be worth 40000! It crossed my mind that 
she'd grow out of it in just a few months-what would 
come of it then?

She turned around, now wearing a sleeveless undershirt and 
a full length silk slip. She had a calm and wondering 
expression. (Sarah had always had an incredibly expressive 
face. When she was a toddler, it was like seeing a 
thunderhead building when she didn't get her way. If she 
was surprised her face would be a beacon in a room. If she 
was sad your heart would ache.)

I still had my shoes and tie on, although my jacket was over 
the back of a chair. With a smile I heal and toed my shoes 
off, then struggled with the bow tie. It wouldn't untie and I 
started to laugh.

"Here silly," she said and leaned forward. I lifted my chin 
as she pulled at it with her little fingers. I laughed some as 
she worked the knot free...imagine having to be undressed 
by a nine year old.

When it was free I leaned forward and stripped off my 
socks, then I stood up. I was shocked at the moment as I 
towered over her, unbuttoning my shirt, but then met the 
top of the cummerbund.  Again there were giggles as I 
reached behind me and struggled with the clasp. 

"Do I have to do that too!" she scolded.

Thankfully, it came free and I threw it across the room, 
hitting the closed glass door of the 243rd story balcony on 
the Paris Siecle 22 Centre Hotel.

The shirt came free but I had forgotten the cufflinks. Again 
I struggled and again Sarah rolled her eyes, then pulled my 
hands away and undid them. (Later that night I stepped on 
one, putting a painful hole in my arch and costing me a trip 
to the jeweler to have it fixed.)

Now, free of the shirt, I undid my belt and pants, letting 
them fall to the floor. My half mast cock made a tent in my 
shorts and Sarah looked with some trepidation at the tent. 
She looked up at me and then pulled her slip down, 
uncovering white panties. Again she looked up at me, an 
open and trusting look on her face.

"Lay down," I said and, as she brushed past and pulled 
down the covers, I lifted my tee shirt off. Then I sat down 
next to her, she was laying on her back, her arms at her 
sides. Without saying a word, I pulled up at the sides of her 
shirt. She sat up and lifted her arms, then lay back down, 
now with her arms over her head.

That's when I realized that it had been at least four years 
since I had seen Sarah naked. It was when she was around 
five that she started to get shy and wouldn't come out of the 
bathroom naked, always closing the door when I sent her 
off for a bath on those nights I baby sat. She had no sign of 
breasts, just two vanishing pink nipples on her flat chest. 
She always wore a one piece bathing suit, and the wide tan 
lines and white belly showed it. Not that she had much of a 
tan anywhere, it was January after all.

I leaned down and again we kissed, this time it was a really 
sexy kiss and my cock surged again, pushing more against 
my shorts. I moved my hand up her side and to her chest, 
finding the soft bebe of her left nipple with the pad of my 
finger. As I moved it in circles I felt a shiver move down 
her and then her hand on the back of my neck. I slid in next 
to her, feeling her thigh through the fabric of my shorts. As 
I moved, somehow my cock ended up pointing up against 
my belly, a lot more comfortable and, of course, now it 
could get fully hard.

We kissed more as I continued caressing her preteen 
nipples, wondering at the hard little nubs that rose under 
my finger tips. Lifting up on my elbow, I took her in. Her 
head framed by her hair, small mouth and big eyes. 
Reasonably well developed shoulders (for a nine year old 
girl) flat chest and even flatter belly with a beautifully 
proportioned navel. Muscular thighs and a noticeable rise 
under the white panties where they met.

I leaned down and ran my tongue in a circle around her 
right nipple. She arched her back slightly and I felt her 
hand put more pressure on the nape of my neck. As I began 
to gently suck I moved my hand down to her mons and felt, 
through the fabric, the slit of her sex. I ran my finger along 
it as she slightly lifted and spread her legs. She began to 
flare her hips, pushing against my finger.

She scrunched her shoulders, effectively pulling away from 
my mouth and, after looking up at her, I slid a little forward 
and kissed her on the mouth. Again we had such a sexy 
kiss. At the same time I moved my hand up to her belly, 
then back down, under the elastic band of her panties and, 
with my fingers, moved down along the soft and warm slit. 
I felt her stiffen, tense at the feeling of my hand on her sex. 
Then she relaxed and, by doing so, slightly parted her 
thighs.

By this time, John Peter was at full attention, the head 
sticking out under the elastic band of my shorts and rubbing 
against the soft skin of her thigh. She pushed her legs 
further apart for me and, in the warmth between her legs, I 
found the opening to heaven. I fingered along her snatch, 
pushing my fingertip as best I could inside her, but she 
really wasn't wet-just sort of sticky (I had been warned 
about this by my father and had come prepared, but more 
about that later). 

As I fingered her stiff little clit I lifted up my palm and 
looked down her panties at the rise of her sex, just seeing 
the top of her girl slit. I guess she thought I was asking for 
something because she reached down and, tentatively, ran 
her hand over the head of my cock. I pushed my finger a 
little harder and it slipped deeper, to the first knuckle, 
inside her. Amazingly, she started to hump against my 
hand, then I felt her other hand, on mine, as she pushed my 
finger against her clit and started moving it from side to 
side. She humped harder and caught her breath, shivering. 
At this, I lost all control, the feeling of her soft thigh 
against my cock, and her hand holding it there was too 
much. As her orgasm took her I emptied my load against 
her leg and into the palm of her hand, smearing gobs of my 
slime up her thigh and hip.

She laughed and pulled her hand free, inspecting the white 
goo smeared on her wrist, in her palm and stringing 
between two of her fingers. As for me, I was completely 
overwhelmed, laying against her, my finger still in her 
pussy, panting.

"Mommy said you're supposed to do that inside me," she 
started wiping the semen on the coverlet. "Yucky...."

I laughed and rolled up, taking my hand away from her 
pussy, and kissed her. "You're wonderful, and I love you 
very much."

That changed her expression, she took on a very serious 
look. "I love you too..." she said.

I knew she really didn't understand. Actually, I did love 
her, but more as a sister. However, knowing that she would 
be my wife had made things different. I know that she must 
have felt really conflicted right then, confused. All I could 
do was hug her.

"Come on, let's go look at the view," I said, climbing off 
the bed.

We walked, in our shorts only, to the door and the drapes 
opened automatically. From the reflection of the lights 
inside, the view of "The City of Light" was a little 
obscured. I checked the indicator-green, we could open 
the door and go outside. (Almost 1000 metres up, if it was 
too windy the door wouldn't open). I opened the door and, 
what must have been -10 oC air enveloped us.

"Oooo....that's COLD," she said as she stepped out onto 
the balcony.

Standing at the railing looking over the view was 
incredible. Below and 5 km away, we could see the Eifel 
Tower, beyond that, Notre Dame. I wrapped my arms 
around my child bride, feeling her warmth against my belly 
and chest.

"It's beautiful," she said as a shiver went through her.

"Yes, you can see almost as far as you can from Olympus 
Mons." I paused. "Of course, from there you have to be in a 
space suit,"

"Would you take me to Mars?" she asked.

"Not much to do there but work." I said. "Do you 
remember when I went?"

"Not really."

"Well, you were only two. You and I really didn't get to 
know each other until I got back. I was bored most of the 
time-six months there, then my dad always in meetings 
for weeks and weeks, six months back. I was probably the 
youngest person on Mars then. Got all my studying 
done...not much else to do."

"What was it like...on the ship."

"Boring. I'm sure I'd be a lot more interested now." Again 
I paused, thinking who'd I'd piss off with my next.

"I have to go to the Moon next month for a week. Do you 
want to come?"

She turned around, jumping up and down on her toes, "Can 
I really!"

"I'll have to make the arrangements, but I think I can swing 
it. It's expensive for the company but the VPs take their 
wives on these junkets. I don't see why the owner's son 
can't."

"Yeah, but they're older than I am," she said, sounding 
disappointed.

"Yes,...but,...well,...you're still my wife. I don't see why 
there should be any difference."

She hugged me. I know she understood the unusualness of 
the situation. It was a quirk in the law (and the tragic death 
of her sister, 5 years older than she) that created this. Still, 
as for me, I had always enjoyed Sarah and, frankly, having 
such a spunky and lively little girl in my life was fine with 
me.

"Oh God! It's sooo cold...." she squealed and ran around 
me, jumping in the bed and pulling all the covers over her. I 
laughed and stepped back inside, the door knew to close 
behind me. As soon as it shut, the heat blowers came on.

I walked across the room and turned into the bathroom. (I 
understand the general layout of hotel rooms hasn't 
changed in 200 years.) I paused for a moment when I 
stepped in, but then left the door open. I pushed my shorts 
down and off my feet, then pissed. I knew she could really 
hear the splashing. I finished up, washed my hands, then 
dug in my kit for an item I knew I'd need. She watched me 
as I came out of the bathroom. She was trying not to stare 
at my cock, but she was.

"What's that?" she asked when I took the lid off the little 
jar and put it on the side table.

"Something for later," I said.

The room was still cool, but not freezing. I stood next to the 
bed and pulled the covers down. Sarah was still wearing 
her panties. She looked up at me, again a serious expression 
on her face. Then, still watching me, she hooked her fingers 
in the waist band of the panties and pulled them down, 
lifting first her hips, then her knees, then her feet. She 
stretched out again-naked now. My cock started to swell.

"God, you're beautiful," I murmured as I took in her 
straight lines, just a little flare to her hips, and her smooth 
and hairless slit. Way down, just where it disappeared in 
the darkness between her thighs, her little clit ridge peeked 
out.

I knelt down next to the bed and kissed her, again our 
tongues dancing a slow but deliberate tango. As I brought 
my free hand (the other was under her shoulders) up her 
thigh she bent her knees and spread her thighs. Again I was 
awestruck at the softness and warmth of her little hairless 
clam. I moved my finger along the slit a couple of times, 
then turned the corner and pushed inside her. She was 
slicker now, but still not really wet, and she accepted my 
finger up to the second knuckle. It didn't seem to hurt her 
but I still was very careful not to push too hard.

I finger fucked my child bride for a couple of minutes, 
rubbing her pussy and alternatively kissing her mouth and 
nipples. Then I slowly moved down, licking her belly. She 
giggled and pushed my head away when I tongued her 
navel but, there was no question she knew where I was 
going and the idea was causing her to pant and hump 
harder against my hand.

At first, being at her side, all I could do was run my tongue 
along her baby slit, moving it back and forth across her clit 
while trying to bend my neck for better access. She humped 
against me and again shivered, having a small orgasm. I 
was rewarded with greater slickness on my tongue.

I straightened up, then took her thighs in each of my hands 
and pulled her by the back of her knees, turning her 
sideways. She scooted around, understanding how I was 
positioning her, laying across the bed with her legs 
dangling off the edge. Now, kneeling between her knees, I 
bent down and could fully access her little girl pussy, the 
thick outer lips pulled apart, the thin, pale inner lips, 
meeting at the darker bump of her clit, where also pulled 
slightly apart. I leaned down and put my lips against hers, 
moving my tongue again along her inner folds. This time, 
the small inner lips parted and provided a channel; the tip 
to push against her tiny clit. I moved in circles around it 
and was rewarded by her hands on my temples as she lifted 
her head and shoulders, looking down at me as I ate her 
out.

Suddenly my bride convulsed, squeezing my temples and 
throwing her head back as she lifted herself off the mattress 
on her feet and arms, shoving her sex against my mouth, 
and moaned. She glowed with sweat, a reddish blush 
coloring her throat and chest, Even her thighs flushed pink 
and her tiny nipples had both contracted and pushed out.

Then, almost as quickly, she sank back down on the 
burgundy sheets, panting.

My cock was screaming for release, I had had to stop 
myself from stroking it or I would have wasted a load on 
the side of the bed. I leaned back on my heels and looked at 
the little girl, spread out lasciviously, pornographically, on 
the bed, panting, her eyes closed.

I took some of the clear cream from the jar on my fingertips 
and spread it on my engorged head and some down the 
shaft of my cock. Then, putting my hands under her knees, 
I pulled her toward me, moving her pussy to the edge of the 
bed. She looked up at me with alarm, then down at my cock 
sticking up from between her legs. I straightened up more, 
now she could see the entire enraged shaft, hanging over 
the rise of her pussy. She relaxed, sinking down slightly, 
accepting what was going to happen next.

Without saying a word, I reached down and spread her nine 
year old pussy with my thumbs, now exposing her inner 
parts entirely, I could see the thin membrane of her hymen, 
fully closing her except for a small round window in the 
middle. I placed my bulb against the entrance and leaned 
forward, putting just a little pressure on her sex. Her eyes 
grew big as about half the head pushed inside her pussy, the 
lips parting slightly, stretching around it.

I moved back and forth, slightly pushing in and out. After 
four or five of these very small strokes I saw her relax 
again, the tension leaving her thighs, her head sinking 
slightly, her eye loosing some of their sharpness.

"Go ahead," she whispered, blowing out her breath, then 
drawing in with a slightly ragged hiss.

I pushed harder against the barrier of her cherry and, again 
she tensed, shutting her eyes. I pulled back, then pushed 
more, feeling the pressure. On my next push there was a 
sudden release and the head of my cock popped inside her. 
Sarah pulled away and scrunched up her face with pain, a 
whine escaping from her throat. When she looked back 
down at me, tears ran out of the corners of her eyes and 
down into her hair.

My cock head had disappeared into her child cunt, a thin 
line of red around my shaft just behind the hood where 
cock met pussy lips. I held very still for almost a minute as 
the sting passed away from her face. When I pulled back 
slightly she again tensed, looking at me with wide eyes. 
When I pushed back in slightly, her eyelids drooped.

Every fiber of my body was screaming for me to slam my 
cock deep inside this little girl. Four hard shoves and I 
knew I'd be blowing deep inside her little girl womb, but I 
kept control, slowly moving my hips.

Every small push opened her preteen pussy a little more, 
just a fraction of an inch deeper each time. As we moved, 
the tenseness of pain was slowly overcome by a flush of 
her building orgasm. After maybe five minutes of careful 
and slow advances, she was now breathing to meet my 
thrusts, holding her knees up, her feet off the floor. I 
couldn't get enough of watching my cock, stained red with 
her blood, sliding in and out of her tiny pussy.

Now she reached up and grasped my upper arms, moving 
with my assaults, breathing through her mouth, her eyes 
wide as the idea of her first time introduction to 
womanhood came across her. I was stroking now, harder, 
pulling almost all the way out of her tiny body, then to push 
back, her pussy accepting half of my manhood before I 
reached the top. We built more and she started to groan 
slightly with every plunge. The semen was building to 
tremendous pressure behind my balls. Then she went off, 
her body shaking, her head again thrown back, a cry 
breaking from her lips. At the same time I started pumping 
sperm into her, flooding her with my slime. The idea of my 
little swimmers exploring around inside her just made me 
cum more, blowing shot after shot deep in her.

I lifted her up against me and we slid off the bed, my nine 
year old bride splayed across my hips, impaled on my cock. 
We were both panting, our sweaty chests together. Dizzly, I 
struggled up to my feet, she latched her legs around my ass 
as she squeezed my neck. I turned around and sat on the 
edge of the bed. Then we laughed as I scooted back and 
turned sideways, my cock still deep up inside her. I lay 
back, pulling my little girl wife with me, down on top of 
me. We calmed, our breaths slowing and, after a few 
minutes, we both fell asleep.

It must have been only a few minutes later that I woke up. 
She was drooling on my chest. My cock was itching inside 
her still and, as I moved to roll us on our sides, it pulled, 
stuck by drying blood and semen. As it broke free she 
whimpered, I'm sure it must have stung as, again, the 
wound of her torn hymen was opened.

We cuddled, facing each other on our sides, I kissed the top 
of he head and she kissed my throat. A little while later she 
rolled over and I curled around her. A contented sigh 
escaped her as we went back to sleep.