Child Brides of India
By C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 23: Exposing the Demon (Mgg, rom cons, anal, ws)
After my conversation with Mom and Priya, I felt my mind
was in complete emotional and mental turmoil; I was
thankful to Allah that, through all of this, I wasn't
looking at Aleeya with a demonic lust as if she was a piece
of ripe, unplucked, exotic fruit that was presented to me
on a platter to be feasted on.
She was a child, yes a child I'd fantasized about having
carnally, but now it was different. Somehow, God had
allowed the good in me to desire what everyone wants for a
child: to live a happy life filled with the knowledge that
she is loved and a person with worth to someone.
I thanked God for that line in a song from "The Sound of
Music" that said I must have done something right in my
life to have been given the gift of love from a remarkable
young woman that I intuitively knew could save me from
myself.
Priya finished bathing Aleeya around 9:30 while I was
sitting on the veranda alone staring up at the stars. She
came out and sat beside me on the swing, looked up and
asked, "Which star is ours?"
I kept looking up, silently for a moment, and pointed to
the North Star saying, "That one. See it up there? Follow
my hand."
She leaned over as if using my arm as a pointer, and said,
"Yes, I see it. Why that one?"
I turned and looked in her eyes and replied, "Because as
the heavens move, that one star remains constantly in
position. It's called the North Star and sailors would use
it to chart their course. It never moves, so it has always
served as a reference."
I turned to her, hugged her to me with my head in the nape
of her tiny neck and started to cry.
She cradled my head in her hand, running her fingers
through my hair and asked, "What's the matter Sean? What's
gotten into you?"
Still buried in her neck, I whimpered out, "Though heaven
and earth can move throughout the sky, my love for you is
constant and never wavering; do you believe that?"
Priya kissed my forehead and softly said, "I've known that
since the first time I looked in your eyes. Do you remember
when I told you that my love for you was deeper than yours,
and that time would prove me correct?"
"Yes, I remember."
"Look back up at the stars. Come on, look up."
I turned from her shoulder and looked up.
Priya hugged herself to my arm and said, "You are that
North Star. My world and those of others will come to
revolve around you because you are steady and true. You
will be our strength. You have such a great capacity to
love with complete acceptance that you're totally unaware
of.
You see yourself as weak and unable to control your life,
or mine, and those around you; but there's a special
quality about you that others see, yet you don't.
There's a childlike tenderness that endears you to young
girls like me, or Aleeya. Sarah and Haseeba see it; Momma
and even Me Ma see it, and after tonight, I know your mom
sees it. We very rarely find this quality in an Indian
Muslim man: my Dad had it also. To others, we are unspoiled
fruit to be eaten and cast away, to be controlled and
abused. Look at the value Haseeba's father placed on her.
He sold her like one sells a rug: and for much less. In
India, that's our life.
Do you remember our wedding night? How you let me change by
myself, knowing I was frightened?"
"Yes, I remember, you really looked like a frightened
kitten."
"And when the time came, you let me disrobe by myself,
letting me do it in a way that I was comfortable with. You
could have just stripped me and taken me, it was, and still
is your right, but you didn't. You thought of me and making
me become a woman in such a gentle way that seemed like…
that's the way God intended it to be.
Our love will live on through the eons of time, our
children carrying on our legacy. As you said, even death
cannot keep us apart, do you think anyone else can?
Mark my words, husband, things will work out for the
happiness of those that share it with us. Trust me, and
have faith, as I do that our love will never waver or wane.
Tomorrow's another day, let's go to bed, there are two
young girls that need the strength of your loving arms."
With that, she pulled me to my feet and led me into the
house.
When we entered the bedroom, Priya saw Aleeya lying in the
middle of the bed. She began to get undressed and said to
me, "Sean, undress Aleeya for bed."
I looked at her in shock, and she said, "Sean, undress her,
she can't sleep in that dress. Leave her panties on."
I slowly walked to the bed and pulled down the duvet. I sat
next to her and pulled her up to a sitting position in my
arms. I pulled her long hair around her shoulder and began
to unbutton her dress. My hands were shaking and I couldn't
undo the tiny buttons when Priya said, "Don't be frightened
Sean, She trusts you and so do I."
I unbuttoned the six buttons on her dress and pulled her
sleeping form onto my lap. I gently pulled the dress over
her head, and her left hand slipped from the arm, only to
fall and rest in my groin. I sighed and laid her panty-clad
form down on the bed, on her back. I turned to Priya and
said, "You sleep next to her tonight, I need to hold you."
"You sleep in the middle, we both need you."
"Oh Priya, why are you doing this to me? She's just a
baby."
"A baby who needs you as much as I do right now. Don't be
afraid Sean, everything will be alright, I promise."
I undressed down to my boxers and knelt on the bed, picked
her up and moved her to the outside of the bed. I lay down
in the middle and waited for Priya to get in next to me.
"Kiss her goodnight Sean."
With pleading eyes, I asked not to do this. I felt as
though I was committing adultery with my wife looking on.
"Sean, even in her sleep, she'll know she is loved, please
kiss her goodnight."
I turned over, and Aleeya was on her back with her hand
across her panty-covered mons. I gently pressed my lips to
her tiny closed mouth and gave her a lingering, closed
mouth kiss.
In her sleep, she smiled and whispered, "I love you."
I turned and looked at my wife. She had tears in her eyes
and a soft, loving smile on her lips as she said, "I told
you she knows."
Priya climbed into bed facing me, put her arms around me
and said, "I have never loved you more than I do right now.
You have been trying to fight a war within yourself
thinking that I would leave you if I found out what you've
been struggling with. You haven't figured it out yet have
you?"
"Figured what out?" I asked her.
"I know what your demon is. You THINK you can only survive
with the feel of a child's embrace."
Lately, you've been fighting a war with a demon that's
trying to deceive you into believing that simply fucking a
child will satisfy this defect in you and satisfy your
beast, but it won't. Do you know why?"
"No, why?"
"Why do you think? The job of Satan is to deceive. He's
deceived you into believing that this is the real you, that
you have no redeeming qualities, that you're living a lie
by actually caring and loving, and that you can only
continue to survive and be sated by ravaging a child.
The real you, the Godly part of you resists because you'd
only be taking from that child. You'd take and take until
she had nothing left to give, and having received nothing
in return, you'd discard her and destroy her and you along
with her. That's Satan's whole purpose; to destroy you and
those he can use you to deceive to destroy others."
I poured out my tears of shame, sobbing to the point that
I'd felt my whole life was crumbling and that I was going
to lose my only hope of salvation.
"I'm so ashamed," I sobbed, "I have this demonic calling
and yet I burn in my heart for only you. I will certainly
perish without you. The only shred of sanity that has kept
me from killing myself is you"
"Don't you see? Allah is showing you that what's in your
heart is the real you, the vision in your head is the lie.
Deep down, you don't have the capacity to destroy a child's
love. If you did, you would have destroyed mine for you.
You would have used me to sate the beast without regard for
me, or my feelings."
"How did you know?"
"I suspected at my homecoming party with Aleeya, but when
you said you liked me as a child, I knew."
"Why don't you hate me for it?"
"Because of your love and acceptance for me, and because I
see what you have to offer a child. Your vision has been
clouded by your own self-loathing, and you don't realize
that deep down, you're not that pervert Satan would have
you believe with a taste for child flesh, but someone who
has the unique quality to actually love a child that needs
a special love in a unique and special way. In order to
have the fulfillment you need, your inner love and caring
control you because that's who you are, and awakening the
woman in a girl is what gives you the pleasure you seek.
Do you think I would consider giving you Aleeya just to
have a small child to ravage for some demonic, carnal
pleasure? I would never destroy a child, much less my
cousin to satisfy a demon. You have a special ability to
love a child and nourish her as you've nourished me, each
in our own unique and special way; and in return she'll
give you her soul and never stop giving because you
treasure her, as do I.
Yes, the body of a child is the attraction; every man under
the sun secretly has desired a young nubile girl in his
heart at some point in his life; it's the nature of a man.
THAT"S what the demon has used against you, trying to
pervert the intent. Motive of intent is the crime, by
hardening your heart, the demon has tried to erase what you
are intuitively gifted to give, but it's that innocently
unrestrained love only a child can give that your heart
seeks as its reward. No one in the world has the capacity
to blindly love as a child does.
I know we shall never part. Do you think I believe that
anyone could replace me in your heart?
There's room in your heart for me, and for Aleeya. My love
is so great, I can share you with my future sister bride
because I know your love for me burns with an eternal flame
lit by Allah just for me. Together, Aleeya and I can only
make the love you feel for each of us even stronger.
When I am old and grey, as will Aleeya become in time, that
unfettered love we express for you, that which you've given
us as children will always live on as a childlike love… As
the hands of time pass, and we all get older, you will look
back on this night and my words, and you will realize it
wasn't your love for a child that was your demon, it was
the demon trying to prevent you from giving each of us as a
woman/child a love that you've been blessed with to give in
a special way, that only you could have given to us.
You will love Aleeya; but differently than you do me. You
can give both of us what we need without denying either of
us. I will give you Aleeya as your wife, and I know what's
best for you and for her. Once she becomes your wife,
promise me that you will please her as she desires, but do
not penetrate her until she feels she's ready. That may be
on her wedding night or it may not come for some time; but
give her the right as you gave me, and let her give herself
when she's ready. Aleeya will always need a gentle,
reassuring, almost fatherly love. Promise me you will
always love her tenderly. Aleeya will never show you the
raw passion we share, but her love for you will forever be
a childlike love.
I do not know the mysteries that God has planned for each
of us, but it seems that we are all here, at this place and
time because certain people have certain needs. You told me
on my wedding day that God said there's a time for
everything under the sun. Just as no one but Him knows when
it's time, or at what age, we decide to accept God as our
guiding force, no one but He knows when it's time for us to
marry. For me, it was 11, for Aleeya, it will be 5, and for
you it was 18. But God gives us what we need when He feels
that we need it.
I have unconditionally met my vows to you and am confident
enough in your love for me that I have laid myself open for
you to divorce me for another, and I so desperately need
your reassurance that you'll always keep these promises to
me.
Promise never to forsake me, and give me the rights due the
first wife, and I shall bear your first child. Allow me to
feed you in a loving way as you feed my needs in a loving
way. Never forsake and break my heart. As I live and
breath, I know it will be my name you speak with your dying
breathe. In keeping me above all others, I will die knowing
that I have enriched our lives and those that share our
family of love."
I felt my heart sigh as I realized I wasn't going to lose
her and I said, "Not because I want another, I will promise
you because you accept me, even with this evil in my
heart."
"Our demons are greater than both of us, but together we
can control the beasts we are unable to quell by ourselves,
together in trust and love."
My thoughts turned to my selfless wife and asked, "But what
of your demon?"
Priya looked down for a moment, then looking me in the eyes
replied, "My demon is my sin. I know the Koran says that
what I crave is a sin, and I shall always pray for
forgiveness for my sin. Your sin is that you feed mine. I
have accepted that this is a part of me. It's part of who I
am, and I may someday come to terms with it, but I am weak,
and I need this from you as I need your love and
acceptance. I can accept your need because you have
accepted mine, and you love me despite myself.
Although I have great faith, and try to be a good Muslim
woman, there's a part of me that some would say is vile and
I should be damned to hell. As your wife and lover, I feel
totally free, unrestrained and uninhibited. I relish in
acting like a whore, but I'm YOUR whore. You're my husband
and I can be free to be as nasty and dirty as I want
because I cannot contain the passion that burns within me
to do these things with you.
You are such a physically beautiful man and I have lived my
life in shame because it was always reinforced since
childhood that a black girl like me would have to settle
for being mistreated and abused by a man who kept telling
me that I should feel privileged to even be taken by his
dog. I feared marriage because I truly believed that
someone like you could never love a girl like me, and that
I would live a lonely existence with a childish dream of
unfulfilled love.
But you came along, and you loved me, you were enthralled
and mesmerized by me. You even loved my shame by telling me
that you couldn't imagine my beauty without being brown.
You set me free! You love all of me, even the parts of me
that others wouldn't touch or taste. You don't think of me
as a whore, but I feel so much fire for you, I cannot
contain myself. I will die with this fire in my belly for
you: it's always there, always burning and always needing
release.
And as in my dreams, you are always there: needing me. It's
as if we feed on each other, your need for me matches my
need to give, and I can be free to give what's in my heart
without shame or guilt.
We all have needs of the flesh, and although it's a sin,
we're not hurting anyone by it. To others, it may be
perversion, but to me, it's an expression of love between
us. If I am flawed, I feel no shame because you have
accepted me; flaws included.
Never lie to me, Sean, as I have never lied to you and we
shall find happiness in our own way. Now love me husband,
and fulfill my need."
I felt as though I had been redeemed and my spirit set
free. Not because I would gain a mere babe as a bride, but
the release of knowing that the most important person in my
life, and the love I felt gave me my next breath had
rendered the beast powerless over me. I was free. I didn't
ever have to secretly lock that demon away, because I
wouldn't have to do battle ever again.
I began to cry and said softly in her ear, "What are we to
do? I want only you, how can we devote ourselves to each
other with a child in our bed? I want to make love to you
so much right now. Can't you see she's already coming
between us?"
Looking into my eyes, Priya softly murmured, "Make love to
me husband. If she wakes, she'll learn how to express her
love for you without shame."
I turned to her and enveloped her whole mouth as I sought
her taste. Our tongues danced the to the song of deep
passionate love. I wanted all of her and she relinquished
all of herself to me. I kissed every square inch of her
entire face. With her head tilted back, she invited me to
partake, not missing a millimeter. I kissed and sucked her
ears, and she egged me on whispering, "Love me Sean, Love
all of me!"
I kissed her entire upper chest; I licked her underarms,
tasting the salty sweetness. I engorged myself on her tiny
breasts, suckling to be fed the nourishment of babes. First
her left, then slathering her chest as I sought out her
right breast. As she arched her back to feed what she
hadn't yet to give, she moaned softly, "Yesss, my darling
feast of my love for you." I licked and nibbled her sides,
her stomach and around her naval. When I reached her waist,
I ripped her panties from her body and flung them across
the room. She raised her knees and pulled herself open to
me and said, "Eat me Sean, eat my baby pussy!
I covered her entire vulva in my mouth and sucked her as if
trying to swallow her in one bite. Her entire vulva was
satiny smooth, now devoid of a single hair, and I shuddered
at the feel of its softness against the ridges of the roof
of my mouth. I peeled open her lips to drink from the
flowing river of her desire. She was panting loudly and
pulling herself into my mouth. She was squeezing her cunny
open and closed, squeezing out her copious nectar. I lapped
and lapped but it kept never ceasing to flow. She grunted
and whispered to me, "Drink, drink of from the well of my
womb, my passion for you is never ending!"
I covered her urethra and tapped her leg, she cried out,
"Oh my God, You know just what I need!" She grunted as she
bore down and her flow began. I sucked her piss as she
flowed in spurts. She growled a throaty, devilish groan,
saying, "I love it so, Oh God Sean, I can't help myself, I
love it so, I'm cummmmminnngggg!!!"
When her flow stopped, I rose to mount her as she lay still
panting from her orgasm and thrust into her with one deep
push. She grunted in her throat, looking me in the eyes
with lust, and said, "Only you, my love, can fulfill my
desires."
I slowed as I looked into her eyes, and said to her, "I
could never live without you. You will always be my life."
She growled, "Shut up and fuck me, fuck my little pussy and
fill me up!" I began with slow, long thrusts, but soon
picked up the pace. She was grunting with each thrust
"Uuuhhh" as I hit bottom while she drove her hips to meet
my thrusts. Her hair matted with sweat, and her eyes were
on fire.
Staring directly into my eyes, she was encouraging me on
saying, "Cum for me Sean, cum…. cum… cummmmmmm for meeeee
and she locked up and began rippling her cunt muscles as
she quivered. I thrust into her, trying to crawl inside and
let loose, spurting one, two, three, four times. She lay
there shuddering in a continuous orgasm. I'd shot so much
into her it was foaming out around my dick at her vaginal
opening. I pulled out, and Priya lay there with her tiny
hole gaping and flowing like a river down the crack of her
ass.
I saw her cum covered star wink, so I placed my still erect
member to her nether hole and pushed. She pulled her legs
back to her chest and said in a guttural moan, "Yessss, in
my ass! Fuck my little black ass, give it to me!"
In three strokes I was completely buried and she pulled her
ass up to meet my strokes, grunting, "I love it, I love it
so much!" She was milking my cock so tightly, and with me
being crazed with lust, I couldn't hold out any longer,
telling her, "Here it comes. Take it all!" When I came, it
was actually painful because I think I was pumping a dry
load.
I sank to my elbows, resting on her legs panting for
breath. She was squeezing my dick with her sphincter
slowly, and with her head turned towards Aleeya, who,
amazingly had slept though it all. She grinned and saying
softly, "Do it! Give it to me, you know I need it: pee for
me!" With my head buried in her thighs, I slowly released
my bladder.
She shuddered and instantly came again saying, "So nasty,
so very fucking nasty!"
I looked up, and found Aleeya staring into Priya's eyes
with a shy smile on her face. I was shocked! Here we were,
Priya on her back with her legs pulled past her shoulders
and her butt off the bed in the air with my dick impaled in
her ass!
Aleeya never took her eyes off Priya's (Probably afraid of
what she might see if she looked down), shocked at the
sight, her eyes wide open and mouth agape in wonderment.
Aleeya slowly looked up at me, back at Priya, and then her
eyes slowly started to travel downward. When she saw
Priya's ass up in the air with my dick buried inside her,
she sat up, looked around to get a better view and said,
"Oh my gosh! Oh my, oh my, oh my gosh!"
Priya and I looked at each other trying to figure out what
to say about our current state of coupling when Aleeya
asked Priya, "If I marry Sean, will we do THIS!"
Priya giggled and said, "Only if you want to. You'll have
to excuse us, but we've got to go to the bathroom now.
We'll be right back, OK?"
Aleeya, still wide-eyed and slack jawed, said something to
Priya in Tamil. She stared as I picked Priya up and walked
into the bathroom, my cock still lodged deep in Priya's
ass.
I asked Priya what she said, and Priya giggled and replied,
"She said we were very naughty."
We quickly showered, cleaned up the mess and returned a few
minutes later, both wrapped in towels.
Priya sat on the bed and beckoned Aleeya to come sit next
to her. Priya put her arm around Aleeya and said, "I'm
sorry Aleeya, we shouldn't have done that with you in bed
with us; you shouldn't have seen that."
Aleeya, looking down in embarrassment and not wanting to
look at me directly, asked, "Is that one of those secret
things husbands and wives do?"
"Yes, it is, "Priya admitted. "Did we frighten you?"
"No," whispered, "It just embarrassed me to see that."
Feeling guilty about getting carried away and forgetting
the child was there, I said, "Aleeya, I'm sorry we
embarrassed you, we shouldn't have done it with you here."
I continued by saying, "I need to ask you a favor."
"What favor?" She now looked up at me and asked.
"Whatever happens in the bedroom," I began, "needs to be
kept in the bedroom. If you were married, would you want
some one else to know what you did?"
"Oh gosh, no!" She exclaimed.
Priya hugged her and said, "Then, this has to be our
secret, OK? Sean and I didn't do anything wrong, but doing
it with you here WAS wrong, and we could get into a lot of
trouble if anyone found out. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she said quietly, "Secret things are secret."
Aleeya looked at Priya and asked, "Are we going to do
secret things?"
"No Sweetheart, nothing like Sean and I did, you're not
married yet. It wouldn't be right."
"Well Sean's seen me nay-kid, and that's not right, can I
see him nay-kid?"
Priya smiled at her and whispered, "So, you want to be a
little naughty too?"
"Well, maybe just a little."
"You really want to marry Sean, don't you?"
"Oh yes! More that anything else in the world!"
"I'll tell you a secret, but you can't tell anyone, do you
understand? Nobody!"
"I promise, I can keep secrets real good. I never told
anyone about Mommy beating me did I?"
"No you didn't. I know you can keep a secret. So here's the
secret. Sean and I will talk to your Daddy and see if he'll
let you marry Sean, OK?
"Oh yes! I'm the happiest girl in the whole wide world!"
"Remember now, he may say no, but we'll do our best. OK?"
"I believe you!"
"Tonight is your last night here with us. Tomorrow you have
to go back home. Now, Now, don't cry."
Crying, she pleaded, "I don't feel safe at home, only here
with you and Sean."
"If things work out, you won't have to be there very long.
I need you to be a big, brave girl. Only big girls can get
married. Are you a big girl?"
"Yes, I'm a big girl and I want to get married to Sean."
"If you can be a big girl and keep a secret, I'll let you
be a little naughty and share you with Sean tonight, OK?"
I looked at Priya in surprised shock, not knowing where she
was going with this, but I waited to hear her out.
Aleeya blushed, got a shy smile on her face and shyly
whispered to Priya, "What do I have to do to be a little
bit naughty?"
"I'll share Sean with you and let you pretend he's your
husband: just for tonight. You can sleep with Sean like you
are his wife. Do you want to do that?"
"How do I sleep with him as his wife?"
"You sleep very close to each other without any clothes on
so you can feel your husband's body close to yours. Does
that frighten you?"
She looked first at me and then at the towel, then asked
shyly, "You won't make fun of me will you?"
I smiled and said, "I would never make fun of you, ever."
"OK, will you hold me close?"
"Yes, Sweetheart, very close."
"OK, but will you be here with us Priya?"
Yes, baby, right here next to you. You can have Sean all to
yourself."
"OK, I think I'd like that."
"All right then," Priya said, "Do you want to take your
panties off now, or should I turn off the light?"
"If Sean will show me his body, I'll show him mine, is that
OK?"
"OK," I said with a smile, then slowly let the towel drop
to the floor.
"Oh Priya!" Aleeya exclaimed, "He's so beautiful, just like
the statues in the museum! And his thingy is so big!"
I laughed and said, "It's only big because you're little
and I'm a full grown man."
She shyly rose to stand at the edge of the bed, and never
taking her eyes off of mine, reached into her waistband and
began to lower her panties. She bent forward to lower them,
and when they'd passed her thighs, she stood and let them
fall to the floor around her feet. She stepped sideways out
of them and stood with her hands at her sides as she began
to shiver slightly.
I smiled at her and said, "You are a very beautiful young
woman!"
Priya smiled and playfully said to her, "OK you young
bride, up into bed with you!"
As Aleeya turned to climb into bed, Priya saw I was
starting to firm. As I knelt on the bed next to her to get
into bed, she told Aleeya that she needed to speak to me
for a moment and that we'd be right back.
We went to the sitting room and sat on the love seat, and
Priya whispered to me, "You may pleasure her, but no
penetration; not even a finger. Try to bring her off by
putting yourself between her legs, that way you can both
give each other pleasure. Be gentle and don't frighten her.
Let me be a part of your love and watch."
"I'll be gentle and loving, Priya, I promise."
"OK then, make her dream come true."
With that, Priya got into bed laying on her left side
facing Aleeya, who was lying on her right side. I went
around to the other side and slid in behind Aleeya. When
she first felt me gently pull her to me and settle her into
my groin, she felt my hardened member against her butt and
flexing her knees, pulled her pelvis away from me.
I asked her, "Are you frightened?"
Whispering, she said, "A little. I'm scared because I don't
know what going to happen. What am I supposed to do?"
Softly, I said to her, "Scoot your butt up against me and
lift your leg a little bit."
"Why, what are you going to do?"
'Aleeya, do you trust me, do you believe that I would never
hurt you?"
"Yes, I trust you, I know you won't hurt me but I'm
frightened."
"Would you like to get dressed and go to sleep like last
night?"
"Will it hurt or make me feel good?"
"I'll try very hard to make you feel very good."
"OK." With that, she lifted her leg and looked down.
Priya handed me the tube of KY and I coated my dick and
laid my erection between her legs, Aleeya was still looking
down as I coated her baby fat labia and worked it into her
folds. I slipped my length into the depths of her slick
crease with the head of my dick just barely poking out in
front and under her mons. Her lips were so fat they nearly
completely surrounded me. I then placed her leg back down.
Aleeya gasped when I slid my dick forward a few inches and
said, "Oh my!"
Her body was so small, I had about three inches sticking
out of the top of her crease. When I touched her little
nubbin with my cock, as it passed over her hood, she jerked
with a gasp.
I asked her, "Are you alright?"
She took an intake of breath and said "Wow, tingly electric
shocks!"
I put my left arm under her neck to serve as a pillow and
placed my right hand on her hip. I then slowly began to
stroke through the length of her crease with my dick,
letting its head rub against her little hood. I stopped
when the very tip of my cock was pressing where I thought
her clit should be. She was so tiny all I could feel was a
tiny bump about the size of a BB.
After about three or four strokes across her little clitty,
it peeked itself out and felt to be about the size of a
grain of rice, and it was stiff. Her entire vulva became
very warm, almost hot, and she was beginning to produce
some lubrication; a little sticky at first, then slowly
becoming slick.
Both Priya and I could now faintly smell her arousal and
Priya smiled at me and nodded. Priya was stroking her face
as I slowly fucked her tiny slit.
Aleeya began to pant, she squeezed her legs together to
increase the friction and nature began to take its course.
She began to rotate her hips, knowing that the increased
pressure on her tingle button brought more delightful
sensations.
She was hugging my arm with both hands and starting to work
her hips a little faster and I asked her, "Are you all
right?"
"It's wonderful! The room is spinning and I feel tingly all
over, especially in my pee pee!"
I increased my thrusts just a little bit faster, and she
was really grinding her button against the head of my dick.
I was getting close, when she said, "I feel like I'm going
to pee myself! Stop! I don't want to pee on you!"
Trying to calm her down, I softly said to her, "Shhh,
you're not going to pee yourself, trust me. It will feel
wonderful! Everything inside you will explode in a
delightful wave of pleasure; you won't pee your self, I
promise. Just let yourself go and feel it happen."
She was really grinding her pelvis now and panting loudly
through her mouth with a high-pitched whine. Suddenly she
reached down and grabbed the two inches of my cock
protruding from her slit, went totally rigid and locked her
legs around my cock, moaning out, "Oh my God, I'm exploding
inside!"
With all of her combined actions, I exploded into her hand.
We lay there for a couple of minutes before she relaxed and
I withdrew from between her legs. She felt my semen on her
hand and stomach and said, "What's this?"
I told her it came from me, that it was called sperm… the
juice that makes babies.
She moaned softly and rubbed it into her stomach and
looking up at me said, "You'll give me a baby one day,
won't you Sean?"
I kissed her forehead and replied, yes, my soon-to-be-wife,
I'll give you a baby some day."
She rolled the sticky substance between her fingers and
brought them to her mouth. She tasted it tentatively and
said, "This is the love you give me isn't it?"
"Yes, baby, it is."
"I like the taste of your love."
Priya returned with a warm cloth and cleaned us both, and
asked Aleeya, "Well, do you like acting like a married
little girl?"
Giggling she replied, "I can't wait for the day I don't
have to act."
Laughing, Priya and I kissed her goodnight, and she closed
her eyes as if asleep before Priya and I kissed each other
goodnight.
A few minutes later, Aleeya lifted her leg, and placed my
flaccid member between her legs and quickly fell off to
sleep.
Continued in Chapter 24…
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