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Child Brides of India
By C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 11: Making it legal (rom, cons, ped, D/s, oral,
ws)
Priya and I awoke at seven-thirty. She giggled and said
(as
I pried my dick from her cum encrusted thighs), "That's
what you get for abusing me."
We showered, and said morning prayers. We then went
downstairs to breakfast. Today, we were going to the civil
ceremony and make our marriage officially legal. I dressed
in a black suit and Priya wore a red, hand painted sari
with dress sandals. Her hands and feet still bore the henna
painted designs, although they were starting to fade. Mom
and Dad were also dressed; she in a pink business suit and
white blouse, and Dad in a grey pinstriped suit.
Breakfast was light and the conversation relaxed. I
started
to tease Priya a little about 'preconsumating' our
marriage, she got a little bent by it and responded with,
"Would you like to 'unconsumate' the waiting period?"
Mom, the stinker she is, jokingly retorted, "You go
girl!
Hit 'em where it hurts; right in the boxers!"
Dad smirked and said, "Now, now children. Play
nice."
I apologized and told Priya, "I'm sorry, I didn't
mean
anything by it."
She was still a little hot and said, "Don't joke
about my
loss of innocence like that. What we did, we did in the
sight of God, sanctioned by God. I take that very
seriously!"
Realizing I was wrong I said, "I'm truly sorry, I
didn't
think before I opened my big, fat, smart mouth. Do you
forgive me?"
With that, her anger subsided and she said, "Well,
I don't
know what the inside joke is yet, but if you suck my toes,
all's forgiven."
All I can say is that it was very fortunate that both my
parents had their napkins to their mouths because Dad
sprayed his napkin full of coffee and Mom had to spit out
the bite of food to keep from choking, and then they both
went into a laughing fit. I sat there with mouth open, and
then smiled. I guess she knows how to use that 152 IQ!
Having been put in my place, Priya glanced at me from
the
side and giggled.
Touche'.
Priya, Mom, Dad and I met Adib and Mahmoud in front of
the
municipal building about nine forty-five. Everyone
exchanged salaams, and we gave Priya, her Papa and Mahmoud
a few minutes to hug and talk. Dad pulled Adib and Mahmoud
aside to speak privately for a few minutes. All three of
the men looked at Priya, then me, and burst out laughing.
Priya looked at me and said, "What's so funny?"
Laughingly I said, "Never mind, you'll probably find out at
your homecoming."
All of us then proceeded into the building and up to the
magistrate's office on the second floor. We waited outside
his office while Adib went inside. A few minutes later, he
came out and motioned us in.
We entered into a large office with a little, bespeckled
man sitting behind a big oak desk. He motioned us forward
and without looking up said to Adib, "You know this is
highly irregular, but we have ways to sort these things
out." He looked up after shuffling some papers, pulling one
out and looked first at Priya, and then me. He started by
saying, "You two wish to be married today?"
Priya and I both responded together, "Yes sir, we
do."
He then said, "Alright. Let us begin. Groom, repeat
after
me: I Sean Michaels take you, Priya Haaseem to be my lawful
wife."
I looked at Priya with love and repeated the proposal.
He then said, "Good. Now bride, repeat after me: I
Priya
Haaseem take you, Sean Michaels to be my lawful husband."
Priya looked at me lovingly and repeated the man's
words.
He then smiled and said, "Wonderful! You are now
husband
and wife!" With that, he scribbled his signature on the
license, handed it to me and said "Sign, then Priya, then
the witnesses."
We did as requested and handed it back, and then he
placed
a seal on the certificate and handed it back to me saying,
"Go in peace, prosper and have many children!"
I handed the certificate to Dad (who gave a sigh of
relief), turned and kissed Priya.
We left his office and once on the street, Adib said his
goodbye to Priya, and then said he'd walk to work. We said
our salaams and tearfully, he turned and walked away. Priya
had tears in her eyes also. Mahmoud hugged her to his
chest, and with a wicked smile, looked at me and said,
"How's my dark skinned little princess, now that you're
legally married?"
Priya looked up and said, "What's with the dark
skinned
stuff?"
He smiled down at her and said jokingly, "It's just
that
you're a special breed of woman, right Sean?"
I smiled back, continuing the inside joke and said,
"That's
right Uncle, she sure is."
Dad broke up the exchange by saying, "Mahmoud,
where'd you
like to go: to Adib's place, home or would you like to come
over to the house for a while?"
He bowed slightly and said, "No thanks, John. I
have some
matters to take care of here in town. Besides, I'm sure the
love birds would like to have some fun." With that, he
hugged Priya and said his goodbye in Tamil. We then said
our salaams and he hailed a cab and left.
Getting into the limo, Dad suggested we all go to the
office to meet a few people before Priya, Mom and I left
for the day, and so we agreed.
We shared a celebratory toast of champagne (Priya and I
had
a coke), and soon pulled up in front of the business
office. When we entered, I guess Dad had phoned ahead and
folks were aware of their new boss' marriage, because
everyone was on their feet, clapping and yelling their
congratulations. Priya, hugging my arm gave a nice
'chocolate blush' as we said thank you to them all.
Dad introduced us to the corporate officers and we
chatted
for about an hour over a buffet lunch. Priya proved her
salt as Dad, Mom and I watched her with admiration as she
mingled, speaking Tamil and Hindi to all the bigwigs,
occasionally showing off her rings to the females. For all
her demons (and mine), I couldn't help but think how
remarkable she was, and how fortunate I was to have her as
my wife.
After the little swaree was over, Dad said he'd stay at
the
office, but for us to be ready by six to go to the
restaurant for dinner. We said our goodbyes to everyone and
Priya, Mom and I headed for home.
When we got home, Priya took our marriage license, put
it
inside the leather bound Koran my mother had given us along
with her prenup and Nikaahnama.
She then got very serious, and Mom and I looked at each
other quizzically. Priya then got down on her knees, bent
and kissed my foot. She then sat up on her thighs, looked
up at me, in front of my mother and said, "I am forever
bound to you, and you to me. I have given you my innocence
and you shall have the first fruit of my womb. I will never
let you go, never. Mark my word Sean, my love is far deeper
than yours, and I accept that. You may not believe me, but
time will prove me correct. For riches or ruin, our futures
are bound together." Tearfully, she then got up and went to
the bathroom.
Mom looked at me and said, "I don't know what that
was all
about, but I'll tell you one thing Buster, you better not
fuck up, got that? That little eleven year-old girl is
'scary smart!'
She knows something about you that I don't, and all I've
got to say is don't you dare fuck things up with her! You
took her as a child, and I'm telling you; you'd better die
with that girl in her old age!"
I was in shock over both Priya's actions and profession,
and my mother's admonition. I looked at Mom and said, "Mom,
I can't imagine ever being without her in my life. Somehow
I know she's my salvation in this world."
"You just remember my words, Son," she
replied.
I got up, and went to the kitchen to make us some tea. I
heard Priya come back and tried to listen in.
When Priya came back and sat down, Mom asked her,
"What was
that all about?"
Priya looked at Mom and said, "I cannot explain why
I did
what I just did, but I just had a vision that showed me a
tiny glimpse of the future. Somehow, Allah has made me
realize that my future, whatever it is, is tied to Sean's.
I'm smarter than he is, and stronger than he is: just as
you are stronger than Father. We use that superiority to
propel our husbands to success silently and willingly:
without us, they would certainly falter. Am I not correct"
Mom sat dumbfounded and said, "Are you sure you're
not a
forty year-old woman hiding in the body of a child?"
Priya smiled and replied, "We are what we are, and
Allah
has brought us together for a purpose; just as you and
Father together bore Sean, and brought all of us to this
place and time. I didn't realize it until we got home."
Upon hearing Priya's words, she confirmed what I had an
inkling of when we first met and started courting. In her
struggle to overcome the discrimination she had experienced
along with all the same insecurities we both shared, Priya
was smarter and quicker than I, and by observation, also
more socially adept. I knew in my heart that we would be
forever bound to each other and that any salvation I might
obtain from the lurking beast within me would be through
her. How did Mohammad live with child brides and not be
caught up in the perverseness of it all? I had to research
this further.
I then returned to the dining room to serve the tea. Mom
changed the subject and suggested that I go to the US
embassy and apply for permanent residency for Priya, just
in case I had to return to the states for whatever reason
in the future. I agreed that it was a good idea and that
I'd do it tomorrow, but I'd like to take Priya to school
today and change her information. She would be starting
school next week, and that was a more immediate issue. We
agreed and got ready and left for Priya's school.
When we arrived at school, there were some upperclassmen
already taking summer courses and hanging around the
outside and in the halls.
I guess that this was Priya's day to begin to rub some
of
her former tormentor's noses in the fact that she was now
arriving in a limo and walking into school with a tall,
blonde haired, blue-eyed man carrying a briefcase. Many
just stood with their mouths open and gawked, some even
noticed her henna covered hands and feet.
There were a couple of eavesdroppers that followed us to
the office and stood outside to get the scoop. Once someone
overheard that we were married, the busybodies scurried off
to spread the gossip. We left to the same line of gawkers
we'd met on the way in. I told Priya, "This is going to be
an interesting school year won't it? Do you think you'll be
Ok?"
She giggled and said, "Yeah, don't you just love
it? Mark
my word, I'll really show them and finish my last two years
and graduate at the end of this year!"
I told her, "Don't write a check with your mouth
your brain
can't cash."
Priya laughed and said, "Just remember the number
152!"
I chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I haven't
forgotten.
THAT'S what worries me!"
Priya just giggled and kissed me.
We arrived home in enough time to freshen up and say our
evening prayers when Dad arrived home. We were standing in
the living room talking about how we were received at the
office when Dad gave Priya a hug while turning to Mom and
jokingly said, "Joan, I have to tell ya, I learned a
valuable lesson in business today."
Mom sipping her tea, smiled and said, "What's that,
dear?"
Dad chuckled and said, "If you can't buy an asset,
marry
one!"
The rest of us realized he was talking about Priya, and
chuckled over the comment. Dad didn't see Priya's
'chocolate blush.'
Dad went on, "Everyone at the office was impressed
with
Priya's poise and charm. There were several comments to the
effect that people would trust Sean even more because they
felt he was in tune with their culture and customs, having
married and Indian girl. Surprisingly, no one mentioned her
age. In fact, they commented on how much Priya would be an
asset to Sean in the future."
Remembering their earlier conversation, Mom looked at
Priya, and the both smiled at one another.
We had a nice dinner at a swank restaurant, thanks to
Dad.
While watching the interaction between Mom and Priya, they
didn't seem like mother-in-law and daughter-in law, or even
woman and child, but as close friends and confidants. I
began to wonder what my mother really knew of my inner
feelings or 'defects.' My mind wandered back to that day in
the park when Mom said to me when she said 'she could feel
what I felt and thought.' Her earlier admonition stated
categorically that she seemed more protective of Priya than
of me. Maybe she understood Priya better than I in that,
for all her poise, charm and outward maturity, the lack of
real life experiences that comes with being eleven years
old made Priya more vulnerable to be adversely influenced,
both in her public and intimate personas. I was pulled from
my contemplation when Mom smiled and said, "Why so quiet,
Sean? Cat got your tongue?"
"No," I quipped, "I'm just watching you
two carry on like a
couple of old married biddies."
Mom and Priya just looked at each other and giggled.
A twinge of paranoia crept in and I quickly said,
"Sharing
more secrets?"
I think they both felt my paranoia because Priya looked
at
Mom, and then back at me. Mom, not really wanting to let
the comment go, but also not wanting to give me any relief
said, "Yes as a matter of fact, I'm learning a few tricks
from your wife."
Dad seemed to miss the repartee.
I quickly changed the subject by turning to Dad and
saying,
"I'm going to the American embassy tomorrow to apply for
Priya's spousal visa and permanent residency. Do you have
any contacts that might help our cause along?"
Dad replied, "No, but Adib gave me the name of an
Assistant
Secretary of State in Washington that he's dealt with
regarding expediting visa issues for Indian nationals. He
told me to have you direct the American consul to his man
in Washington. I'll give you his name when we get home."
The rest of the dinner finished on a relaxed note with
no
further questioning comments from me, or the women. Dad
paid the check, and we headed for home.
Once home, I think my earlier comment was lingering on
both
women's minds because Mom said, "So Sean. How do you feel
about married life so far?" She was looking me directly in
the eyes.
Dad gave Mom a look of 'where'd that come from,' and looked
at Priya and I. Priya looked at me, awaiting my reply.
I looked at my mother, as if to say, "why are you
doing
this to me?" and said, "Honestly?"
Still staring back at me she said, "Honestly."
I looked at Priya, and then with a sigh, looked down and
said, "All my life, I've felt like I was in control. I was
smarter and quicker than others, never felt like I was
playing 'catch up.' Now, I guess I feel a little insecure
because I know that Priya seems more in control than I,
more confident. I'm supposed to be the strong one"
Priya rushed over and hugged me saying, "Sean,
that's not
quite true. I may be smarter than you, but you're
acceptance of me has given me a freedom to endear myself to
you. My strengths will support your weaknesses as surely as
your strengths shall cover mine. I can share all the
secrets of myself to you and you will still love me. Surely
you can't be threatened by my strength. I will never hurt
you!"
Trying to console me with honey rather than salt, she
smiled and finished with, "Besides, didn't you say that
behind every successful man was a smart woman telling him
what to do?"
While holding her, with my chin on the top of her head,
I
chuckled and said, "You're right. You always seem to be
right."
With that, Dad said, "You two had better get some
sleep
now, you've got a big day ahead of you tomorrow."
We looked at Mom and Dad and I said, "Yeah, I guess
you're
right." With that, Priya and I said goodnight and went
upstairs.
While Priya was unwrapping herself from her sari, I
quickly
undressed, then sat on the bed and watched her finish
undressing. She was oblivious to my gaze while she softly
hummed a tune and disrobed. Why did I feel so inadequate
outside the bedroom, but here, in our bedchamber, I felt
such a compelling desire to control her. She had given me a
taste of total control last night, and it fueled my demon,
my lust and my thirst to dominate her childlike charms for
my pleasure.
Did making her feel helpless to her desires give me a
feeling of superiority over her? Was I training her to
depend upon me to satisfy a hunger she felt only I could
sate? How can I quell the beast inside me and separate it
from my undying love for her? I thought of Mohammad, my
faith and what he might have done. Whenever I see her
undressing, I'm obsessed with a ravenous hunger to possess
her…. God help me.
Once naked, Priya walked over to stand between my legs.
She
smiled at me and pulled me to her breast. When her breast
touched my cheek, I shuddered inside with thirst. Like a
hungry babe, I latched onto her breast and immediately
began to suckle. She shuddered, enfolded my head in her
arms and whispered, "Oh Sean, as you thirst for my milk, my
thirst to feed you is unquenchable! Feed my hunger for you
and in return, take from me what you will." Shuddering, her
words almost made me explode! I released her tasty bud and
kissed the very end of her distended nipple and looked up
at her with passion.
Priya blushed, and then softly said, "Make nasty
with me.
My little cunny is burning to be nasty for you. Please… I
need it so! I'll do anything you want, just accept me." She
was quivering as she spoke.
With her words, She had given me domination over her,
and
the beast inside took it. I surmised that by relinquishing
herself to me, she was telling me that in secret — no
matter how much the outside world saw her as the stronger
one, I had total control of her innermost carnal desires. I
slowly stood up, towering over her and said, "Kneel."
Both of our demons were out in the open and they
hungered
to be fed. Priya closed her eyes and heaving her chest in a
deep exhalation through her nose, slowly knelt, placing her
hands on my thighs looking down.
I said to her in a soft voice, "Look at me."
She looked up at me with a pleading look, and I said,
"Is
this what you want?"
In a meek whisper, she replied, "Yes," and as
tears began
to roll down her cheeks, still looking up she softly said,
"Please, if you promise to always give me this one desire,
and always hold me closest in your heart despite my
weakness and accept even this, then yes… this is what I
desire."
I said. "So be it. You will always be first in my
heart,
and in your words, forever bound to each other. From this
day forward, you will never pee without my permission.
Whether together or apart, in public or private, you will
obtain my permission to relieve yourself, do you
understand?"
Priya, quivering as I spoke, looked down and said,
"Yes
sir." Still looking down, she softly whispered, "Sir, may I
pee for you?"
I took her hand and she stood with eyes down and I led
her
to the bathroom. I retrieved a cup and some KY jelly,
lifted the toilet seat and bade her to sit with her legs
open. I knelt between her legs and placed the cup on the
floor to my left. I then squeezed a dollop of KY on my
right thumb and told her to open herself for me.
Priya looked at me with longing as she stretched her
pussy
lips almost painfully wide, wanting to perform for me and I
could tell she really had to go. I said to her, "Don't
begin to pee until I tell you to, do you understand?"
Without looking away, she nodded. Her need for release,
along with the anticipation of not knowing what I was going
to do made her cock her head in a pleading way. I reminded
her by saying, "Remember, not until I say."
She again silently nodded.
I then told her, "Lean back, but don't take your
eyes off
of mine, do you understand?"
Leaning back, her eyes still locked on mine, she again
nodded.
I placed my thumb on her clitty and began to slowly rub
in
circles around her little nub. She quivered at the
sensations and immediately began to weep from her little
cunny. Priya was in a tizzy, because she became heated up
rather quickly, and as she began to ascend the pinnacle,
she fought to maintain control of herself. Her chest was
heaving up and down with every heavy breath she took
through her nose, her eyes sadly pleading with me for
release. She moaned, "Please sir, I beg you, let me pee for
you, I need to pee!" Her legs were shaking, trying to hold
back her flow when I said softly, "Pee for me Priya."
As I attacked her clitty with my thumb, Priya burst
forth
with a sudden and forceful flow. As soon as her urethra
opened, relieving the pressure, she shuddered and came
really hard and screamed out "Oh my God!" I immediately
pressed my middle finger over her opening hard: really
hard, closing off her flow while still forcefully attacking
her clit with my thumb. She began shaking and cried out
"Nooooo! It burns! I can't stop coming! Please let me pee
for you: PLEASE!" Priya was having a continuous orgasm and
crying out, "Please, Oh please sir, let me finish for you,
I'm bursting inside. Please, please, please, I beg you, I
need this!" She was now sobbing out her pleas. I released
her opening and she burst forth like a fire hose! The
relieved pressure only seemed to increase her orgasm
because after the initial release, she went into a series
of spasms along with the spurts that followed grunting a
guttural "Uuuhh" with each contracting spasm. Priya was in
another universe, and didn't see me place the cup in her
flow, filling it.
Having relieved her bladder, trying to recover from her
orgasm, her leg muscles twitched for a few moments as her
breathing began to normalize in deep, heaving pants before
she totally relaxed. Priya then released her labia, and let
her hands fall between her thighs.
When Priya opened her eyes, she looked at me through a
sated glaze and I asked her to sit up. She struggled to
regain control and then slowly sat erect, looking directly
into my eyes. I took the cup and drank all but a sip. She
shuddered as she looked on. I handed her the cup and she
looked at it for a moment, looked at me and took the cup in
two shaking hands. Looking at her, I said, "Drink from the
well of your desire."
She pressed the cup to her lips and drank the remainder.
She then handed me the empty cup with shaking hands and
pleadingly asked, "You are the master of my desires, will
you always love me or will you abandon me for my need? I so
love you with the purity of a little girl's heart, but I
have an evil inside me. Please don't hate me or forsake me.
I have no one else who can accept this desire within me. It
would never be the same with anyone else."
I kissed her tears and said, "I could never hate
you, nor
will the wedding vows we made be broken. You are mine and I
am yours, for riches or ruin. I will never leave you,
ever."
She put her arms around my neck, laid her head on my
shoulders and began to cry. As Priya wept on my shoulder, I
was filled with revulsion. Revulsion that I had taken the
power over a child that the beast inside me craved; and
revulsion that I had succumbed to dominating my child bride
for my own lascivious ends. What repulsed me the most was
the fact still remained, my overwhelming desire for child
flesh. What of the future? Would I even desire to see my
adult wife pee for me and quench the fires of her demon?
What started out innocently as intimate fun and games
had
corrupted the pure spirit of a child in her effort to
please her husband. I had fed that corruption like a pusher
holds reign over a crack addict. I thought of hell, and the
Bible verse that said, "Woe unto he that leadeth a child
astray." I felt as though opening that creaky door to my
subconscious led me spiraling down to another level
depravity. I struggled within myself to make things right
and release her, but that demon inside my brain kept
whispering, "You have the power, don't give it up!"
Does good always triumph over evil? Even the apostle
Paul
wrote that God had afflicted him with a "Thorn in the
flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should
be exalted above measure.” How did he or DID he overcome
his? I clung to the only thread of sanity I felt I had, and
that was the genuine love I had in my heart for the little
girl in my arms. I hugged her close and kissed her shoulder
somehow knowing that she truly was my salvation.
Priya softly said into my shoulder, "Do we all have
demons
to struggle with?"
I lifted her to look at me and said, "We all have
our
demons, but remember this; we have each other and our love.
We never have to face them alone."
She softly smiled and said, "Then love me Sean,
never stop
loving me - you're all I have. Don't ever leave me to face
my demons alone."
Kissing her nose, I smiled and said, "Never."
I rose and pulled her to me and into the shower. I
gently
washed her body, and then washed her luxurious mane of
blue-black hair. Priya washed me; we toweled each other off
and went into the bedroom.
Once in bed and lying next to her, I took in her chocolate
brown beauty. I reflected on the moment I first laid eyes
upon her, and I felt a peace. Priya lay there with her arm
over her face as I traced feather touches over her chest
and circled her breasts, breathing softly. I studied with
amazement the wonder and beauty of my developing
woman/child. Standing straight up, reaching for the sky
like a sapling yearning to grow, her fledgling breast buds
were pointing the way through puberty. Even in the infancy
stage of growth, they were as sensitive and responsive as a
woman twice her age.
With the flat of my hand, I took in the smoothness of
her
skin: it's texture, its softness, its warmth and rich color
as I stroked down to her mons. I twirled the soft fine
hairs in my fingers, and then, cupped her soft, velvety
vulva in my hand. Priya then exhaled with a soft, barely
audibly, gasp. I again took in the cashmere softness of her
labia as I gently stroked downward. Rotating her hips
upward, I felt the wetness of her desire; my woman/child
needing my touch as a suckling child needs the breast. I
pressed gently into her folds and found the opening to her
grotto. As I slowly pressed my finger deep inside, Priya
shuddered and moaned, "Oh Sean, I love you so much!"
I decided then that she would be in control tonight. I
pulled her on top of me and her mouth softly found mine.
Her lips were hot and her breath even hotter. We kissed
slowly and gently with deep loving passion. Her tiny tongue
slowly swirled, searching the inside of my mouth.
Priya then slid down my body to lay her warm, wet slit
on
top of my erect phallus with her head flat on my chest and
her hands on my shoulders. I could hear her softly panting
and felt her rotate her hips back and forth over my cock as
she stimulated her little button.
She then pulled her knees up to rest her legs along side
my
waist and sat up. Looking between her legs, she gently
lifted my cock and after sliding it back and forth over her
clit a couple of times placed it at her entrance and seated
it just inside her.
With her left hand on my chest and her right holding my
member, she began to slowly impale herself on my cock. She
brought her left hand down my body to rest on my right side
and her right hand on my left hip. Looking into my eyes
with a gentle love, she began her up and down thrusts to
receive me into her depths. When she touched her cervix,
she stopped and lay down on my chest.
Priya then began to slowly rock her pelvis up and down,
clasping and releasing me, creating intense sensations on
the head of my dick by rubbing the mouth of her cervix back
and forth across its head. If her ass was hot and tight,
her pussy was glorious! Much wetter and velvety soft, her
contractions afforded me to opportunity to feel every
ripple along the five inches of shaft inside her sending
tingling shocks down my entire length.
Her breathing was deep and heavy, but controlled. The
feeling on my cock was indescribable, and I wasn't going to
last much longer! When she rotated her hips upward, pulling
me inches away from her cervix, she'd grip my cock and put
extreme friction on the back of my glans. When she rotated
back down, she'd relax, rubbing the tip against her cervix.
I was in sensory overload: I just couldn't speak!
Priya felt me starting to swell inside her, panted twice
and softly uttered the first words we'd spoken in our slow
dance of love, "Come for me, come for me Sean." She
squeaked a soft tone, locked my spurting cock to her cervix
and whispered, "Yes! Yes! So warm, so wonderful!"
Priya wrapped her arms around my chest and held me,
silently clasping and releasing, milking then sucking my
balls dry with her little pussy! I could only hug her to me
and make involuntary thrusts up into her as she clinched me
tight holding my throbbing cock within her depths.
For minutes we lay there, arms holding each other, my
cock
involuntarily twitching, and she slowly gripping and
releasing my cock. We didn't utter a word, for there were
no words to explain what we'd just shared. I now knew what
she meant by truly being of one spirit.
Hearing nothing, but feeling the wetness of tears on my
chest, I sensed Priya was crying. I gently rubbed her back
and asked, "Are you alright?"
She nodded on my chest and softly said, "I know now
that I
am truly loved and accepted. My dying wish to Allah is that
I die with you and your seed inside me."
With tears in my eyes I replied, "You cannot
imagine how
much you mean to me! No matter what our demons are, no
matter what lies ahead, I would die without you in my life
and in my bed."
She didn't look up, but said, "I am a woman, your
woman, in
a child's body; but with your words, I feel safe in my
heart as I feel your essence drain from by body, you will
always be there to fill me to overflowing."
I do not know how many times we will ever share this
fleeting moment in time again, but having to return to the
world of the living with its pain, suffering… and demons
brought s sudden sadness to cling to this union, if but for
just another moment.
Slipping out of her with a sense of not wanting to let
go,
I felt our union drain from her body and onto mine.
Priya became her happy giggly self and rose from the
bed. I
loved to watch her little chocolate cheeks bouncing as she
padded to the bathroom! I heard the faucet turn on and
watched her carefully clean herself. She returned with a
warm cloth and began cleaning me.
On her knees next to me while wiping my cock, she
giggled,
gave me a nice 'chocolate blush,' and said, "You know, it
may seem silly, but I've learned something that's very
important to me about my body tonight."
Curious (after all that had transpired), I asked,
"Oh yeah,
what's that?"
She looked at me seriously and said, "You can fuck
my ass
any time you want, but when we make love, you only do it in
my pussy. My ass is for your pleasure, but my pussy is for
our love and to bring forth your children."
Stunned by the simplicity with which she made her
statement, I looked at her and said, "I don't think it's
silly at all."
Priya sweetly smiled, reached over and turned off the
light. She settled into a spooning position and said, "Hold
me."
I put my arm around her chest and cupped her breast. She
giggled and said, "Not there silly," and placing my hand
between her legs said, "Here."
Lying in the dark for a couple of minutes, Priya
whispered
over her shoulder, "You know, you never did pee for me."
She squeaked when I squeezed her pussy and said,
"Tomorrow's another day now go to sleep you little harlot."
Giggling, she said, "Goodnight husband."
"Goodnight wife," I replied, "Now go to
sleep!"
Continued in Chapter 12…
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