CHILD BRIDE

The Clark family lived in a battered mobile home which
 was set in an opening, off a dirt track not far from an
 unpaved, secondary road. The ground around the trailer
 was dusty, and only a few weeds grew there. The area
 was strewn with debris, including the hulks of three
 vehicles and parts of others. Seven people lived there,
 five of them children, of whom Linda, at age fourteen,
 was the eldest, although she appeared to be scarcely
 twelve. 

 I first saw Linda on a cool, sunny morning, when she
 was strolling down the road near my house. She was
 barefoot and clad in shorts which revealed marvelous,
 perfectly formed legs. She wore a sleeveless halter
 which didn't cover her midriff, and one could see the
 belly button on her flat tummy. She scarcely had any
 breasts. Her face seemed so young and innocent, and I
 assumed that she was a girl just ripening, perhaps
 eleven or twelve, despite the fact that her body was a
 bit too large for that age. She noticed me sitting on
 my porch and waved at me in a friendly manner. 

 "Hi there," she called out in a young, sing-song voice,
 which, for some reason, sent shivers down my back. 

 "My nane's Linda, I live down the way," she said,
 pointing behind her. Her voice was like a delicate wind
 chime, so childish. 

 Although I have never been a gregarious person or open
 to people, I responded to the lovely girl with genuine
 warmth. 

 "I'm Tom," I replied, gazing at her intently, ogling
 her young body. 

 "You've just moved in?" It was more of a statement of
 fact than a question. 

 "Well," I responded, "I've had the place for a couple
 of months, although I haven't been up here much." 

 "You mean you don't live here all the time?" she asked
 with a note of incredulity in her voice. 

 "No," I replied, "I have a house down in the city,
 where I work." 

 "You must be rich," she said softly. 

 "No I'm not, although I have a good job." 

 "Would you like some lemonade?" I inquired, not wanting
 the lovely girl to go away. 

"Sure," she responded and came up onto my porch. 

 I brought drinks for us from the house and we sat
 together on the porch swing, where we sipped them. I
 was unnerved by the proximity of her young flesh. Her
 thighs were exquisite and not two inches away from me.
 Can you imagine peaches and cream thighs, shapely and
 soft looking? 

 I had long known that I was very attracted to young
 girls, to their slight stature, to their innocent
 beauty, but I had never more than admired them from
 afar. Yet, here she was, Linda, sitting next to me,
 more beautiful than any girl I had ever imagined. Her
 bare shoulders were as lovely and as desirable as her
 cute knees. I dared not touch her, of course, although
 I longed to fondle her soft flesh. 

 Her voice was magical, like that of an eight year old.

 "How old are you, Linda," I inquired, not looking at
 her, sipping my lemonade. 

 "I just turned fourteen," she replied. 

 I then looked straight into her face, but I didn't see
 fourteen years there.

 "You look younger." 

 "I know," she giggled. "I pass for eleven at the movie
 house and I get in cheaper." 

 I wanted to pull her to me, to explore her modest chest
 with my hands, to stroke her sleek thighs, to kiss her
 pretty face, but I dared not. Had I done that, she
 would have freaked out and gone screaming from my
 house, and I didn't know who would then be most
 dangerous, the cops or her family.

 I restrained myself, and we chatted for a while longer,
 before she eventually went home. I watched her leave,
 staring at the back of her perfect legs. I then went
 inside of my cottage, took off my clothes, lay on my
 bed and masturbated, dreaming of the girl. 

                           ---

 Linda would seek me out whenever I was up at my lake-
 side cottage, and I began to go up there every weekend,
 despite the distance. I was twenty five years older
 than the girl, yet we actually played together. We did
 board games, tossed balls and swam in the warm water of
 the shallow lake. I never touched her, even by ac-
 cident. I was determined not to.

 My hobby was photography, and I amassed albums of her
 pictures, a number of which I particularly treasured;
 ones in which she looked directly into the camera with
 a sultry intensity; ones in which her flesh was dis-
 played most alluringly. 

 It was not long before I met the rest of her family,
 her brothers and sisters, who began to play around my
 house and swim off my dock. Her father and mother came
 by one day, and they too began to visit regularly.

 Ned and Ethel Clark were uncomplicated, uneducated and
 uninteresting. They enjoyed drinking my beer as we sat
 on the porch and watched their children romp. Linda
 would frequently come up and sit next to me, even as
 her parents looked on. It was unnerving.
 
 "She's getting to be a big one," Ned said to me one
 day, pointing his corn cob pipe at his eldest daughter
 as she played with her siblings under a willow tree by
 the lake. "I'll have to marry her off before long, just
 to keep her out of trouble." 

 "She's a good cook," Ethel added, looking up at me
 slyly. 

 I was shocked. They were being so obvious. I was almost
 ten years older than them, yet I suspected that they
 were suggesting that I marry their scarcely pubescent
 daughter. 

 "Don't you think that she's too young to be married?"
 I responded. 

 "I married Ned, when I was about her age," Ethel re-
 plied matter of factly as she took another swallow of
 beer. 

 "You city folk don't understand the way we live up
 here," Ned commented. 

 "I know you like her," Ethel interjected, "and she's
 crazy 'bout you."

 "Yes, of course I like her, but . . ." I stammered. 

 "The law says that she can marry at age fourteen, if
 we agree," Ned said, looking straight at me. 

 "And for a price, we'll agree," his wife added with a
 smirk. 

 I didn't know how to respond, so I said nothing. The
 two of them let the matter drop for the moment, and
 before long they and their children went home, except
 for Linda, who stayed behind. She came up onto the
 porch and sat beside me, closer to me, I thought, than
 in the past.

 She was a beautiful child with an agreeable heft. She
 was large enough to fuck, I thought guiltily.

 She leaned her head against my shoulder and looked into
 my face. I couldn't resist the girl. I palmed her cheek
 and kissed her lips lightly. Linda pushed her face at
 mine with enthusiasm. She was so innocent; she didn't
 even pucker. Fearful of what was happening, of what I
 was thinking, wanting, I suddenly got to my feet. Linda
 also got up, and she leaned against me, her blonde hair
 in my face. I put my arms around the girl and sur-
 rendered myself to her. We kissed for a long time, and
 she learned to do it properly. 

 "Are we going to get married?" the young girl whisper-
 ed, looking directly into my face with the utmost
 innocence. She had the face of a child who should be
 playing with dolls, yet I kissed her again. 

 "Yes, I think so," I heard myself say. "You'd better
 go home now," I then added, pushing her gently toward
 the porch steps. She beamed the most wonderful smile
 at me and then ran from the house. I watched dumbfound
 as the girl skipped childishly down the road. 

 I wanted that girl, and I was willing to accept pro-
 found changes in my life to have her. I couldn't take
 her down to the city with me and parade her about as my
 wife. It would be legal, but it would also be scan-
 dalous. People would point at me as I walked down the
 street. I would lose my job. I realized that I would
 have to live up in the hills with those simple folk and
 do most of my work via computer. It was very possible
 to do that. 

 The next day I made my arrangements with the Clarks,
 which involved an up-front payment of ten thousand
 dollars and a promise to "see to them in their future
 need." Linda and I would marry the following Saturday.

 I had almost a week to think about the situation. I
 could still get out of it with the loss of ten thousand
 dollars, but I never wavered. I thought constantly of
 the girl, of having her every day into my old age,
 living with her, old enough to be her grandfather, yet
 having children with her. 

 The marriage ceremony was very abrupt and simple. An
 old judge who was clad in an ancient black suit with
 dandruff on the shoulders, a craggy faced man who
 showed no emotion or interest in what was taking place
 before him, married Linda and me as if it were the most
 normal thing in the world.

 Afterwards we gathered at the Clarks and downed a few
 beers in a pathetic celebration. Linda clung to me and
 her mother smirked all the while. I managed to get us
 out of there and over to my cottage before long. We
 walked along the dusty road holding hands. The girl's
 blonde head reached to my shoulder. She was mine, I
 thought, as we hurried along, eager to be alone to-
 gether. 

 We sat on the porch swing at my cottage, she sipping a
 lemonade and I a vodka tonic. She was clad in a dress
 that she had outgrown, her wedding dress, which
 scarcely covered half of her lovely thighs and at
 which her small breasts pushed. We were both nervous.
 Linda leaned against me and I had an arm around her. 

 "Mommy said that It'll hurt at first, but that in time
 it'll feel good," she said, looking up at me shyly. 

 "I don't want to hurt you." 

 "But I think that you'll have to," she replied firmly.
 leaning hard against me. 

 I cupped a cheek of the brave little girl, my wife,
 and gazed into her eyes, so marvelously beautiful.
 Intense emotion caused my throat to ache. 

 "I'll be as gentle as possible," I told her in a
 whisper. 

 "I know you will," she replied and kissed my lips
 lovingly. 

 We sat there together for a long time. We kissed
 frequently. My fingers explored her flesh; her cheek,
 her neck, her shoulder, her soft upper arm. We kissed
 all the while.

 I felt her fabric clad, braless breasts, scarcely a
 hand full each, which were pointy and with hard
 nipples. She stuck her tongue into my mouth as I did
 so and squirmed. I put a hand on her small knee and
 she spread her legs in invitation. I stroked up her
 inner thigh, silky smooth and warm to the touch. Her
 panties were damp.

 I masturbated the girl gently until she gasped "harder,
 faster!" Linda, my child bride, revealed herself to be
 incredibly orgasmic.

 She bucked and squirmed against my loving fingers to
 such an extent that I had to make an effort to keep
 her from falling off the porch swing. She pressed her
 face against my neck and sucked powerfully on it as she
 became inflamed.

 She lost it completely and screamed into my ear pain-
 fully as her body contorted in orgasm. I had never
 before experienced such a sexual response from the
 females I had known in the past.

 I diddled her to two more orgasms until she was sweaty
 and slack in my arms, totally spent. Then I picked up
 the limp girl and carried her inside the house, where
 I placed her on the bed. She lay there with her eyes
 closed, half asleep with her lips apart. I looked down
 on her young beauty. She didn't appear to be fourteen.
 Her body was large enough, but her face, in repose, was
 that of a much younger child. 

 I sat down on the bed beside her and took off her shoes
 and then her socks. She had little, well shaped feet.
 I raised one to my mouth and licked her instep. Linda
 suddenly came alive and squealed at the tickle. I held
 her foot to my cheek and ran my hand up and down her
 girlish calf. I sucked on her toes, looking into her
 appreciative eyes, so large and deep blue. I determined
 to lick her all over, to explore her young flesh with
 my tongue. I would taste my young bride before I hurt
 her. 

 Linda helped me take off her dress, and when I pulled
 down her panties she lay naked before me. She looked
 up at me eagerly, although with a bit of apprehension.
 She was gorgeous.

 I leaned down and sucked in turn on each of her small
 breats and she fondled my head. I wanted, needed her
 desperately. I stood and quickly undressed. When my
 rigid cock came into her view, her mouth opened with
 an expression of surprise and concern.

 "Will that fit into me?" she asked with a tremor in
 her voice. 

 "It's much smaller than a baby coming out," I replied
 as I lay myself next to her on the bed. 

 "I'm afraid," she whispered into my neck. 

 I knew that I would hurt her and I didn't want to. I
 wouldn't. We nuzzled and kissed for a long time. I
 diddled her to another powerful orgasm and then we
 slept for hours clutching to each other. 

 "Drink this," I told her in the middle of night, of-
 fering her a large glass of vodka. She wrinkled her
 nose at it, but she sipped it down.

 After the second glass Linda fell into a profound
 sleep. Then I licked her, on all of her, including her
 armpits. I tasted her. Then I slickened my cock with
 my coppious pre-come, spread her legs and mounted her.

 I just thrust my cock into the little girl, breaking
 through without too much difficulty, penetrating her
 fully until my stomach pressed against hers. I poked
 in and out of her in small strokes, but when I felt it
 coming, I plunged into her violently.

 She was pretty out of it from the alcohol and did not
 feel a thing. When my orgasm was suddenly upon me, I
 surrendered myself to it totally. I roared. I shrieked
 at the ecstasy. As my cock pulsed it's last pleasure,
 I looked down at Linda's pretty face, so young, so
 innocent.

 I did not go soft. I fucked her again as I raised above
 her on my arms, gazing at her childish prettiness. I
 came again, gasping and panting, inside of her, my
 young bride, who was oblivious of the pain. 

 "I feel sore down there," Linda said soon after she
 awoke the next morning. 

 "I took you last night, when you were sleeping," I
 replied clutching the girl to me. 

 "Thank you, but I wanted to feel you." 

 "You will soon, but it won't hurt too badly." 

 "I licked you all over," I added. "You taste good." 

 "I'm all sticky," she said as she got up from the bed.
 I could see that she had bled. 

 "Let's take a shower together," I suggested.