("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Life The Afghan Way by Lancho (nirsul@actcom.co.il) *** 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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 48