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Child Brides If India
By C. Stanton
Leman
Chapter 38: Things Even Out (Mgg, rom, cons, oral, anal,
ws)
Priya awoke to my stirring the next morning. I had
slipped
out of Aleeya's tiny gripping vagina, but the weight on my
chest was what woke me. I gently eased her off of me onto
the bed, and Priya and I went to the bathroom.
Once in the bathroom, Priya had that "Gotta have
it" look.
We stepped into the shower, and without saying a word she
put her hand on my shoulder and pulled me downward. Once I
was kneeling in front of her looking up, she asked, "Please
Sean, I need it."
"OK Baby," I said and sat between her legs.
We'd played
these games from the very first night of our marriage, and
we both knew what to do.
I sat between her straddled legs as she peeled herself
open
for me. I reminded her, "Not until I tell you."
She had her head up and nodded and in a guttural tone,
said, "No, not until you tell me."
Just the anticipation had her dripping wet. I watched
the
opaque white fluid run down her chocolate colored perineum
and leaned forward and drank it in. I placed my mouth over
her urethra and began to diddle her clit with my right
thumb as I gently sucked her pee hole.
She was truly in need because it only took me about two
minutes of this and her legs were quivering as she
approached her peak. I kept it up until her legs were
practically shaking.
I wrapped my left arm around her legs and tapped her
thigh,
and she let loose her flow. She'd just started flowing when
I pinched her clit and she went off like a gun.
The muscle spasms from her orgasm were causing her to
pee
in spurts. Her head thrown as far back as she could, her
blue-black mane covering most of her butt. She cried out
loudly, "Oh God Sean, I'm cumming hard, so fucking hard!"
Her legs buckled and I held her in place until she'd
finished her flow. I then slowly lowered her to sit on my
lap and held her there in my arms.
Without saying a word, She slid down my legs and took me
in
her mouth. I wrapped my hands around her hair to make a
ponytail and held it in my hand and watched as I relaxed my
bladder for her. She moaned out a loud "Mmmmm" as she came
again as she drank.
When finished, she slid back up my legs and into my
arms.
With her head on my chest, she said to me, "I need you.
Fuck me. Fuck my ass here in the shower. I'm so hungry for
you after last night. Seeing you with Aleeya like that
drove me crazy. I need you."
She shakily stood, and I followed as she turned on the
shower. I soaped up her body and reached around to her mons
and found her clit. I stroked it in circles, and she leaned
against the shower and arched her back almost into a "U."
I placed my wet and soapy member against her dark brown
star and pushed. She pushed her self back against me,
driving me inside her almost to the hilt.
She looked back at me over her shoulder and growled,
"Fuck
my ass, Sean. Fuck me hard!"
I started stroking in and out of her slowly, but after
about five minutes, I was quickly slapping my balls against
her puffy pussy lips. She was grunting a loud "Uuuhh" with
each thrust as she pushed herself back to meet me.
For some reason, her fiery passion always ignites the
beast
in me, and I was grunting and slamming her ass as hard as I
could. Soon, I told her, "Close, real close."
Like a bitch in heat, she shot back, "Cum for me,
cum for
me Sean, fill my ass!"
I grunted once more and drove her head against the wall
and
let loose deep in her colon. She shuddered and clamped her
anal ring around me in spasms as she came, moaning, "So
hot, it feels so hot deep inside me!"
After both of our spasms ceased, I pulled out of her and
leaned against the back wall of the shower, drained, while
Priya hugged the opposite wall. I slowly regained my legs
and stood. I pulled Priya to me and whispered in her ear,
"Honey, we can't keep doing this all the time. Aleeya's
gonna find out, and these sessions are getting more and
more intense. Soon, I'm afraid that it will consume us
both."
She turned and fell against my chest and started crying.
As
I held her she started shaking and said, "Sean, sometimes…
Sometimes, I just get consumed with this fire inside, and
its like I become a different person.
Ever since I saw you that first night, I would go to bed
dripping wet at night just thinking of you. When I asked my
momma about it, she shook her head and said to me, "Be
careful child, that kind of passion can consume a man." Am
I consuming you, Sean? Am I?"
I softly said to her, "I'm already consumed by you
and have
been since that first night also. It's just that I feel
guilty. I feel guilty that on our wedding night, what
started out as harmless sex play that I initiated has given
way to your addiction for these games.
Somehow, it's changing you. If we did these things in a
playful manner as if it was something kinky we enjoyed
doing together, it wouldn't be so bad, but sometimes you
get almost…"
"Almost what?"
"Almost like an animal in your cravings. It scares
me
sometimes: the intensity of it all. It just seems as though
sometimes you're out of control."
She started crying again and said, "You're right,
sometimes
I AM out of control, and I always thought that you could
keep me from hurting myself by this. I don't think I can
ever live without doing these things with you, but if we
did them more often, I wouldn't get so out of control.
Can you try and make this game of ours more playful, and
maybe less intense? I don't want to lose you. You're my
life, and I couldn't bear it if you rejected me."
I'll never reject you Priya, never." I said,
"We'll work it
out. I just want you to try and control it, you know, tone
it done a notch or two, that's all."
"I'll try," she replied, "I love you Sean
with all my
heart. Everything I've done or thought about since we've
been married has been for you. My life is devoted to making
you happy. I couldn't bear it if I drove you away, I just
couldn't bear it. I love you so, I really do."
"I love you too, forever." I said to her,
"Let's face it,
we're soul mates and we'll never part. We'll get through
this, as we will anything else that we share in life. Now,
we'd better get showered because we're starting to look
like two shriveled up prunes."
She relaxed and we finished our shower. I was sitting on
the bed as Priya dried her hair, just looking at little
Aleeya's sleeping form. She was lying on her back with her
legs partially open. I could see her pussy lips almost down
to her perineum. Where her hole was, hidden in her folds,
the inward curved portion of her labia where they folded
into her crease had a tint of pinkness.
I gently pulled her legs apart, carefully pried open her
lips and saw that the flesh around her hole was a brighter
pink, looking slightly inflamed and swollen. I turned to
find Priya watching me and I said to her, "She's probably
gonna be kinda sore there for a few days. She's inflamed a
little and swollen."
Priya said, "Why don't you put some of that cream
on her
that you used on me."
I nodded, went to the medicine cabinet and retrieved the
analgesic cream along with a warm washcloth and returned to
the bed. I sat down next to her and leaned over and kissed
her. With her eyes still closed, she smiled. I brushed her
hair away from her face and kissed her again and she opened
her eyes.
"Good morning, sleepy head," I said with a
smile.
"Morning husband," she replied as she smiled
back.
"How do you feel this morning? Kinda sore down
there?"
She lowered her hand and ran her fingers down her labia
and
hissed, "Oooh, yeah, kinda sensitive and a little sore
inside."
"Pull your legs back," I instructed,
"I've got some cream
that will help with the pain, OK?"
She slowly pulled her legs up and held them in place
with
her hands. I gently opened her labia, cleaned her as gently
as possible and applied a little cream around her hole,
then gently pushed some inside her and rubbed it around the
inside of her opening. She hissed, "It stings."
I replied, "I know, but that will stop real soon,
and it
will actually make you feel better."
I applied some more to the area in her crease and on her
lips that were slightly reddened. I took her legs in hand
and pulled them down to rest on the bed. After a minute or
two, she said she was indeed, feeling much better.
When she started to stand, she wobbled a bit, and
giggling
said, "Boy, your dick sure is big, it felt like you stuck
your hand or something inside me."
Joking with her, I said, "You know it's your night
tonight.
Want to do it some more?"
Looking at me with a look that said "Not." She
replied,
"Not there for a while, but I like you inside me, even if
I'm kinda small. Maybe we can try my poopy hole tonight."
Priya and I both laughed and I said to her, "Boy,
you're a
real glutton for punishment, aren't you?"
"I don't know," she said, "What's a
glutton?"
Priya, looking at me said to her, "Someone who
can't get
enough of something."
"Oh," Aleeya said, "I don't know, we'll
find something fun
to do, right?"
Winking at her I replied, "You got babe, something
fun."
After dressing and saying prayers, we went downstairs to
eat. It was Saturday, but Pita had brought Attiya with her.
After everyone had eaten and the dishes were done, I told
Priya to take all the females shopping and to make sure she
bought Attiya some clothes. Pita didn't want to go, but I
threatened to fire her if she didn't (with a smile) and she
acquiesced.
I laid around and watched a US football game on ESPN and
dozed off on the couch. I awoke to giggles and fits about
five, and I knew the girls had put a large dent in my
credit card.
Over the next several months, things went fairly
smoothly,
except for the occasional bump in the road. Aleeya and
Attiya were doing well with their studies and Attiya was
speaking more and more as each week passed.
Monaavi was doing an excellent job. She has a quiet and
gentle disposition and led the girls firmly and the three
of them became very close.
As for our intimate life, Priya and I would engage in
her
water sport play several times a week, and her intensity
level did indeed come down a few notches. We had seemed to
find a middle ground that actually made us closer.
Using some of the softer techniques I'd learned from
making
love to Aleeya, Priya and I shared many more gentle and
tender encounters, which meant as much to me, if not more,
than our nights of unbridled debauchery.
Priya was right about Aleeya. Once she'd had penetrative
sex, it became part of our lovemaking. We didn't engage in
sex as often as Priya and I, but she enjoyed gentle
penetrative love, both vaginally and anally, fairly
regularly.
With her, I was always satisfied, but in a much
different
way than with Priya. With Aleeya, it was always gentle and
tender. Our lovemaking always had the personality trait of
being soft, sweet and to me, very sensual. She made me
work, she always was high maintenance, but I was always
rewarded with every once of love she had in her heart.
One evening, I was sitting on the veranda, just
relaxing. I
could hear Monaavi and Aleeya through the open window
talking in the kitchen, and it was about sex. Attiya was at
home sick that day and Pita had to be cleaning elsewhere in
the house. Mind you now, Monaavi is twenty-two, but still a
virgin.
I heard Aleeya tell Monaavi, "Tonight is my night
to be
with Sean. I really enjoy our nights together. I always
feel so alone on Priya's nights because I have to sleep by
myself."
Monaavi replied, "I sleep by myself every night. I
still
don't know what it's like to sleep with a man. Sometimes I
lie in bed and wonder what a man's body would feel like
next to mine."
"Oh Monaavi, it's the most wonderful thing in the
world!"
"What's it like? Do you sleep with clothes
on?"
"No, we don't wear nothin'. Sean is so big and
strong, and
when he holds me, I can feel his muscles. He makes me feel
like nothing in the world can get to me and I feel so safe
and warm.
He doesn't know it, but sometimes I wake up in the
middle
of the night and pull the covers down just to look at him.
He's so big and strong he's got muscles everywhere, just
like those statues in the museums! Sometimes, I like to run
my hands over his chest, stomach or his arms and legs so I
can feel all of his muscles."
"What was your wedding night like?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know, when you 'did it' for the first
time."
"Did it? I don't understand what you mean."
"You know, when he took your virginity."
"On my wedding might, Sean taught me how to French
kiss, I
really like that. Then he touched me all over, then he
kissed and licked me everywhere, and then he spermed me. I
had four 'gasms that night. It was wonderful!"
"Licked you everywhere? You mean he licked you
THERE?"
"Uh huh, and boy does it feel sooooo goooood!"
"Does it?"
"UH HUH!"
"Spermed you? What's that?"
"You know, when he squirts his love inside you.
It's the
most wonderful feeling! When he squirts his love inside
you, it feels so hot! One day, he'll make a baby girl
inside me."
"How do you know that?"
"Allah told me the night he put his thingy inside
me and
spermed me. I can't explain it, but I knew in my heart my
first baby will be a girl."
"Strange… did it hurt?"
"Kinda, but it was a good hurt. I was pretty sore
for a few
days, but after that, it feels wonderful to have him inside
me."
"What's a 'gasm?"
"Don't you know anything? It's when all those
wonderful
feelings keep getting stronger and stronger until you just
explode inside. It feels almost like dying and going to
heaven. I just love 'gasms!"
"I wonder if my future husband will give me a
'gasm?"
"Here's Sean's secret. He told me to just let
myself feel
what he does to me. If I like it, tell him. If I don't like
it, tell him that too. If I tell him what I like, he keeps
doing it, and after a while, I have a 'gasm. It's simple.
He told me that Allah has taught all creatures how to do
it, so when the time comes, you'll know in your heart what
to do, at least that's what Sean and Priya told me before I
got married, and darn if they weren't right."
"I hope you're right."
"I don't understand something though."
"What's that?"
"You're the teacher, why am I teaching you about
secret
things?"
Giggling, Monaavi replied, "Because you're married
and have
the knowledge. I'm not, and have never even been kissed
yet."
"Well, learn them French kisses, they give you lots
of
tingles!"
"Tingles? What are tingles?"
"Boy! You really don't know anything do you?
They're those
feelings you get when he touches your secret places and
makes you REALLY want to do those secret things. Sean said
making love is all about tingles. The more tingles, the
better it feels, the better it feels, the more 'gasms. And
that's that!"
"Oh, tingles. I'll have to remember that."
"That's it. Tingles, it's all about the
tingles."
I figured I'd heard enough, and Monaavi had about as
much
instruction in the subject as Aleeya could provide, so I
got up, making a little noise to alert them and went
inside.
I think Monaavi had an inkling that I may have overheard
part or all of the conversation because she looked
embarrassed. I asked, "What are you girls talking about?"
Aleeya proffered quickly, "Tingles."
Monaavi blushed a bright pink, and I said, "Oh,
that's
nice. It's all about the tingles, right Baby?"
"Right." Aleeya said, nodding
matter-of-factly.
I walked through to the living room to watch TV, not
wishing to embarrass Monaavi any further. Priya finished
her homework in the study and joined me on the couch. We
giggled a little as I told her about the sex Ed class
Aleeya had given Monaavi.
Monaavi, still blushing, said good night and left for
the
day. Pita came from the upstairs and began to start dinner.
Priya, Aleeya and I went upstairs to complete our evening
ritual before dinner.
Pita was more relaxed eating with us now, and she seemed
to
be very happy, so Priya asked her, "What's got you in such
a cherry mood, Pita?"
Pita smiled and said, "I've just been thinking
about how
much my life and Attiya's has changed. It has truly been a
blessing from God to be working for your family.
Attiya is getting help and talking now, just eating
meals
with you has allowed me to save much more for Attiya's
future, and we both feel that we love all of you more than
our own family."
I smiled at her and replied, "In return, Aleeya has
a
sister to learn and play with, and you've been a true
family member the way you take care of us, so we are all
blessed, wouldn't you say?"
"Thank you sir. Yes, we are all truly
blessed."
We watched "The Little Mermaid" with Aleeya
and then
retired for the night.
It was now the middle of May, and Priya would graduate
high
school, just like she had vowed, next month and would start
at the India Institute of Technology in the fall. Sarah and
Haseeba would also graduate and had been accepted to their
choice of colleges also.
Haseeba will make her conversion to Islam in a few
weeks,
and she and Mahmoud will be getting married after her
graduation. Boy, how time flies!
Priya, Aleeya and I were looking forward to going to the
states for the summer, after Haseeba's wedding, and
spending time with my parents. Aleeya was getting excited
and keyed up about taking her first plane ride.
I wanted to get the girls something special, so I called
Dad one morning from work. We talked of business, as usual,
for about fifteen minutes and then I asked Dad, "I've
trying to think of something special to get the girls when
we get to the states, and I was wondering if you could help
me out."
"Sure," he said, "What did you have in
mind?"
"Horses. I'd like to buy each of them their own
horse, can
you help me?"
"Well," he replied, "I can't, but I can
have our foreman,
Jim, begin to look at what's available. I'm sure we can
find them suitable horses. How about Arabians?"
"No, from what I've heard, they can be pretty high
strung
and feisty. Just keep me posted on Jim's progress."
"Can do. Anything else?"
"Nah, that's about it. Is Mom there?"
"No, she's at the hospital with Liz. It doesn't
look good,
not good at all."
"Who's taking care of Emma?"
"Believe it or not, at the moment, I am. She's
staying with
us until Liz gets out of the hospital."
I chuckled and said, "YOU? A babysitter? Well now
I've
heard it all! When do they expect she can come home?"
"Probably in about three or four days, but I
suspect she
won't be out for very long before she has to go in for what
might very well be her last time."
"I'm sorry Dad, really sorry to hear that. Is Mom
trying to
prepare Emma for the worst?"
"Joan said that she's made subtle inroads, but she
suspects
Emma already has a feeling that her Mom's going to go to
heaven to be with her dad.
She's been asking more and more about Priya and you.
She's
really excited and can't wait to see Priya again. Emma
calls her, 'her bestest friend.'"
"Yeah," I replied, "That night of the
party with Priya must
have really made a lasting impression on her. Mom filled me
in on what some of the family had said, what's in store for
her if Liz dies?"
"I don't know, Son. I was going to ask Abby if she
and
George could take her, but George has had a couple of heart
surgeries and he's not up to the task of an eight year
old."
"Eight? I thought she was seven?"
"Her birthday was April fifteenth. She just turned
eight
last month."
"Well, she can't be all that much trouble if you're
watching her."
Bribes Son, bribes: works for women of all ages. I just
bribe her with a new toy, candy, whatever it takes to keep
'em happy."
"And you talk about Mom corrupting Priya."
"Well, under the circumstances, I feel she needs to
be
treated a little special. How are your girls doing?"
"Fine. In fact, I overheard Aleeya giving Monaavi a
class
in sex Ed the other day."
"I would have liked to have heard that."
"Actually, she did fine. She told Monaavi at the
end, 'It's
all about the tingles.'"
"Ain't that the truth, she's no dummy is she?"
"No, she's not. Well Dad, I'd better earn a little
of my
salary so I'll sign off now. Tell Mom we all love her, and
give Emma a big hug and a kiss from Priya and I, will ya?"
"Sure Son, I will. Take care, and I'll talk to you
soon.
Love you."
"And I love you too Dad. May Allah bring peace to
all of
you and keep you in His heart."
Thanks Son, Bye now." Click.
That night after dinner when Priya and I were alone, I
filled her in on what Dad had told me about Liz and Emma.
She was heartbroken and began to cry. I tried to console
her, but she just asked me to leave her alone for a while
to deal with it her own way. I left her to her wishes and
played a video game with Aleeya until bedtime.
After Priya and I put Aleeya to bed, we retired to the
bedroom. Lying in bed and holding her, she asked me,
"What's to become of Emma?"
I replied, "I don't know, Hon. I suspect Mom and
Dad will
probably keep her. You know Mom, she won't let her out of
her sight unless she knows for certain that Emma's being
taken care of."
Priya said looking up at me, "We could take
her."
I looked down at her and said, "Yeah, right. I'd have
a
twelve and a five year-old wife, and an eight-year old
daughter; some arrangement, don't you think?"
Priya shifted and snuggled into me and replied, "I
don't
know, I'll have to think about it."
We lay there snuggled together in silence as we fell off
to
sleep.
Continued in Chapter 39…
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