Bi-Sexual Female / 51
I cannot tell you the name of the culture that I belong to because it is a very small group of people who all know each other. If I mentioned it and they saw this confession I would be put to death. When I was 4 years old I was sold by my father to be the wife of a wealthy man in our city. My parents were unfortunate that they only had one son but seven daughters. I was the youngest at the time so I was of no use to them so they sold me.
I am very fortunate that my husband turned out to be a very nice man and wealthy. He paid a lot of money for me. I know this because I saw that my parents were living in a nice house after I got married and they even had a car. Before that we lived in a one room shack smaller than most people's bathrooms. We had shared an open sewer with a few hundred of our neighbors.
Even though I was only four I understood what marriage was and it resulted in babies. I was scared since I thought my husband would hurt me trying to put a baby inside me. But he sat me on his knee and told me that I would get to decide when it was time for me to become a woman and try to make babies. Until then he would treat me like he was my father and I was his daughter. I know that today they call it grooming. But he really was very nice to me and when I started to become aroused for the first time it was my husband who I wanted to give my virginity to. I always thought he was handsome but the older I got the better he looked. So when I was 12 I told him I was ready.
Now the men in my culture are renowned for having very large members. My husband was not typical. He was very sad. It was quite small. But I was very glad. After all I was only 12 though I still wanted to do it. I just wasn't completely sure what IT was.
When I told him I was ready he asked if I was sure. I hesitantly said yes. I was both scared and excited. So he undid his clothes and showed it to me erect. It was a huge relief when I saw it. One of my fingers was almost the same size. I could fit any of my fingers in me. He put some oil on it and instructed me to touch it. Then he told me I could change my mind if I wanted to but if I got him to close to the point where it squirts out he might lose control and not be able to stop if I changed my mind at the last minute. I had no intention of changing my mind now that I saw his penis was not big enough to hurt me. I got all the more excited. We explored each other's bodies for a while then he asked if he could put it in me. I could not say yes fast enough. I practically forced myself on him I was so excited. Unfortunately he was too excited and he squirted his stuff in me before I had a chance to enjoy what was happening.
I was sad until he offered to lick me. I didn't know that was a thing. It felt really good then I got all tingly and excited and breathing hard then I had my very first orgasm. After that, every time my husband made love to me he made sure I had a few orgasms first then he would put it in me. Also after a lot of practice he got to where he could hold it in for more than two minutes before squirting.
I am lucky that I did not get pregnant right away. In fact it was another six months before I did and so I had my first baby at 13.
When I was 29 my husband asked me for my permission to bring another wife into the relationship. While this is common where I am from not all women like it. This is especially true when the new wife is very young. Women get jealous. But The girl was sweet and precious and I fell in love immediately. So I gave my permission. She was 11 and had just been orphaned. Orphaned girls often don't survive because in our culture one does not adopt. Most likely she would have been beheaded by the age of 13 for prostitution which is often the only way a child that age can survive on her own. She was a very nice girl and was excited about being married. I was excited at having a little sister to keep me company. Just like with me, our husband told her she did not have to have sex with him until she felt she was ready. But unlike me she didn't want to wait until 12. She wanted it on her wedding night. We sat down and I told her about everything she could expect including the size of our husband's member. She was very happy that it would not be big enough to hurt her.
By this point I had born my husband 9 children, 5 boys and 4 girls and he was very happy. But I was getting to where I would not be able to do this for too much longer. My new sister wanted babies right away. A year later her son was born.
Sadly, our husband passed away only a few weeks after his sixth son was born. But by this time my oldest son was 16 and legally a man so we did not have to look for a husband right away. In our culture widows have a lot more rights than a married woman or a woman who still lived with her father. My son took on the role of head of house very seriously. We had a business and he now ran it officially but I did most of the work like I did for my husband who was not that good in business. Mostly he was not good at math.
My second husband was a young boy. Now I say young boy I do not mean little. He was 16 and taller than my son and was in fact a friend of my son. I took one look and knew I wanted him. His family didn't have a lot of money but it did not matter since I had a lot of money by then. So they readily agreed to the marriage and then about two weeks later I was enjoying my wedding night with a gorgeous teenage boy who while unskilled in bed was very enthusiastic and surprisingly lasted for more than 10 minutes. My sister widow did not want to marry this boy and become his second wife. So our family split at that point. I had introduced her to the wife of a nice man who wanted a 3rd wife for her husband. It seemed she was no longer interested in him in bed so she went looking for a new wife for him. I attended the wedding and it was very nice. the man is very happy and so is his other wives. I am glad my sister widow is happy.
So now I am 71 and living in the U.S. I don't consider myself a member of that culture any more even though I grew up in it. I do not regret getting married and having children so young. But Most little girls don't find nice men to marry. Most are forced to endure many painful things to keep their much older husbands happy.
I am very fortunate that my husband turned out to be a very nice man and wealthy. He paid a lot of money for me. I know this because I saw that my parents were living in a nice house after I got married and they even had a car. Before that we lived in a one room shack smaller than most people's bathrooms. We had shared an open sewer with a few hundred of our neighbors.
Even though I was only four I understood what marriage was and it resulted in babies. I was scared since I thought my husband would hurt me trying to put a baby inside me. But he sat me on his knee and told me that I would get to decide when it was time for me to become a woman and try to make babies. Until then he would treat me like he was my father and I was his daughter. I know that today they call it grooming. But he really was very nice to me and when I started to become aroused for the first time it was my husband who I wanted to give my virginity to. I always thought he was handsome but the older I got the better he looked. So when I was 12 I told him I was ready.
Now the men in my culture are renowned for having very large members. My husband was not typical. He was very sad. It was quite small. But I was very glad. After all I was only 12 though I still wanted to do it. I just wasn't completely sure what IT was.
When I told him I was ready he asked if I was sure. I hesitantly said yes. I was both scared and excited. So he undid his clothes and showed it to me erect. It was a huge relief when I saw it. One of my fingers was almost the same size. I could fit any of my fingers in me. He put some oil on it and instructed me to touch it. Then he told me I could change my mind if I wanted to but if I got him to close to the point where it squirts out he might lose control and not be able to stop if I changed my mind at the last minute. I had no intention of changing my mind now that I saw his penis was not big enough to hurt me. I got all the more excited. We explored each other's bodies for a while then he asked if he could put it in me. I could not say yes fast enough. I practically forced myself on him I was so excited. Unfortunately he was too excited and he squirted his stuff in me before I had a chance to enjoy what was happening.
I was sad until he offered to lick me. I didn't know that was a thing. It felt really good then I got all tingly and excited and breathing hard then I had my very first orgasm. After that, every time my husband made love to me he made sure I had a few orgasms first then he would put it in me. Also after a lot of practice he got to where he could hold it in for more than two minutes before squirting.
I am lucky that I did not get pregnant right away. In fact it was another six months before I did and so I had my first baby at 13.
When I was 29 my husband asked me for my permission to bring another wife into the relationship. While this is common where I am from not all women like it. This is especially true when the new wife is very young. Women get jealous. But The girl was sweet and precious and I fell in love immediately. So I gave my permission. She was 11 and had just been orphaned. Orphaned girls often don't survive because in our culture one does not adopt. Most likely she would have been beheaded by the age of 13 for prostitution which is often the only way a child that age can survive on her own. She was a very nice girl and was excited about being married. I was excited at having a little sister to keep me company. Just like with me, our husband told her she did not have to have sex with him until she felt she was ready. But unlike me she didn't want to wait until 12. She wanted it on her wedding night. We sat down and I told her about everything she could expect including the size of our husband's member. She was very happy that it would not be big enough to hurt her.
By this point I had born my husband 9 children, 5 boys and 4 girls and he was very happy. But I was getting to where I would not be able to do this for too much longer. My new sister wanted babies right away. A year later her son was born.
Sadly, our husband passed away only a few weeks after his sixth son was born. But by this time my oldest son was 16 and legally a man so we did not have to look for a husband right away. In our culture widows have a lot more rights than a married woman or a woman who still lived with her father. My son took on the role of head of house very seriously. We had a business and he now ran it officially but I did most of the work like I did for my husband who was not that good in business. Mostly he was not good at math.
My second husband was a young boy. Now I say young boy I do not mean little. He was 16 and taller than my son and was in fact a friend of my son. I took one look and knew I wanted him. His family didn't have a lot of money but it did not matter since I had a lot of money by then. So they readily agreed to the marriage and then about two weeks later I was enjoying my wedding night with a gorgeous teenage boy who while unskilled in bed was very enthusiastic and surprisingly lasted for more than 10 minutes. My sister widow did not want to marry this boy and become his second wife. So our family split at that point. I had introduced her to the wife of a nice man who wanted a 3rd wife for her husband. It seemed she was no longer interested in him in bed so she went looking for a new wife for him. I attended the wedding and it was very nice. the man is very happy and so is his other wives. I am glad my sister widow is happy.
So now I am 71 and living in the U.S. I don't consider myself a member of that culture any more even though I grew up in it. I do not regret getting married and having children so young. But Most little girls don't find nice men to marry. Most are forced to endure many painful things to keep their much older husbands happy.
