Child Brides of India
Bt C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 30: Aleeya's Wedding Night (Mg, rom, cons, oral,
anal)
As I carried my new, five year-old bride upstairs in my
arms to the bedroom, it was then that the reality of just
how small she really was started to sink in.
I entered the bedroom and set her down on the loveseat. She
looked at me and said, "Husband, what are we going to do
now?'
I told her that there were some things we had to do
together that is a part of our ceremony and that Islam
calls for us to do these things and pray to Allah so that
He will bless our marriage. I told her, "I'll tell you what
to do and what prayers to say."
She said she understood and sat there looking at me
expectantly. I told her the first thing a husband does is
wash the feet of his new bride and sprinkle the water
around the room, then we say some prayers together. I said
to her, "I'll be back in a moment, I'm going to get the
washbowl."
She asked, "Why do you have to wash my feet, they're not
dirty?"
I told her that a long time ago, people didn't wear shoes,
and from walking outside on dirt streets, people's feet
became dirty, and that Allah wants our bodies to be clean
like our hearts. Now, it's just a tradition. "Does that
make sense?"
"Oh, now I understand."
I went to the bathroom and retrieved the washbowl and hand
towel. I brought the washbowl half filled with warm water
and set it on the floor at her feet. Sitting on the edge of
the loveseat, Aleeya's tiny legs still left her feet a good
eighteen inches off the floor.
I thought for a moment, then I had her sit on the floor,
pulled her sari up to her knees and she sat back, resting
her upper body against the love seat. I took off her left
slipper to expose her tiny, henna painted foot and kissed
the top of her toes. She giggled and wiggled her toes as I
placed her foot in the washbowl. I pulled the slipper from
her right foot and repeated the kiss to the top of her toes
and placed it in the washbowl with her other foot.
She giggled a bit, kind of like it was a game, and I told
her firmly, "Be serious, this is sacred and we need to give
Allah our reverence." I gently massaged her tiny feet,
symbolically washing them, then withdrew them one at a time
and dried them.
I cradled the washbowl of water on my hip and began to
sprinkle the water around the room. As I did, I prayed, "O
Allah! Bless me with her affection, love and acceptance of
me; and make me pleased with her, and bring us together in
the best form of a union and in absolute harmony; surely
You like lawful things and dislike unlawful things."
I picked Aleeya up and sat her back on the loveseat, then I
guided Aleeya to repeat the same prayer I'd just spoken,
only substituting 'him' for 'her.'
I placed my hand on her forehead and prayed, "O Allah! I
have taken her as Your trust and have made her lawful for
myself by Your words. Therefore, if You have decreed for me
a child from her, then make him or her blessed and pious
from among the followers of the Family of Muhammad [peace
be upon him and them]; and do not let Satan have any part
in him or her."
After saying the prayer, I looked down on her and smiled
softly and said, "We have finished our prayers to Allah."
She smiled up at me and said, "That was a beautiful
prayer."
I smiled and replied, "That's because Allah tells us that
marriage is a beautiful thing."
I thought for a moment about what and how to proceed from
here. I looked at her silently, then sat down beside her.
The knowledge that we'd already slept in the same bed many
a night, that already she'd seen my naked body and I hers,
and the fact that we'd already had one sexual encounter
that she found pleasing eased my mind, but I was still
running through my head what was I going to do with her
tonight. My mind was further relieved by the fact that her
hymen had been broken, and that I wouldn't be the cause of
pain in her losing it.
Before, Priya was present, but now, she's alone with me and
I wasn't sure how she would take to that fact. She must
have sensed my hesitation because she crawled up on my lap
and said, "Is it time to do secret things?"
I hugged her gently and replied, "Yes, Baby, it is, but
only if you want to." I picked her up and carried her to
the bedroom, where I sat her down on the foot of the bed.
I started to undress as she looked up at me, taking off my
sherwani and shirt. I then sat on the bed and removed my
shoes and socks. Standing again, I unbuttoned and removed
my pants, leaving my boxers on, and sat back down beside
her.
She looked at me and said, "You are really my husband?"
I replied, "Yes Sweetheart, I am."
Innocently, she cocked her head and asked me, "Are you
going to show me your secret parts, you know, the parts a
wife can see?"
I chuckled and said, "My body belongs to you and if you
want to see me, I will show you."
I stood and pushed my boxers down, letting them fall to the
floor. I stood nakedly in front of my five year-old wife
for her inspection.
She leaned over a bit and ran her hand down my thigh and
said, "You are so beautiful! You are so big and look so
strong, just like those giant statues of the warrior gods
in the museums that always defeat the evil ones."
I had never been referred to as a god, and this little imp,
in her innocence, thought of me as larger than life.
I sat on the bed next to her, took her face in my hands and
kissed her lips. She swung around to straddle me, sitting
astride my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and
smashed her lips to mine and returned my kiss. Being only
five, she kissed and held her breath, not knowing to breath
through her nose.
As she broke the kiss, she gasped for air and said
innocently, "That's the biggest kiss I can give you 'cause
I can't hold my breath any longer!"
Laughing, I replied, "Well, that was a doozy of a kiss!"
She leaned her head against my chest and said timidly, "I
guess it's time for me to show you my secret parts, isn't
it?"
I gently held her close and said to her, "You don't have to
do anything you don't want to do, Sweetheart, do you
understand? I will never ask you to do something you don't
want to do." Aleeya silently nodded against my chest.
She slowly slid off my lap and looked at her pallu. She
looked up at me and said, "Can you help me get undressed, I
always get tangled up in this darn thing!"
I couldn't help but bust out laughing. She looked at me and
said, "What? I do! I always get these things tangled around
me and someone has to get me out!"
Chuckling, I said to her, "Come here little one, let me
help you."
I pulled her pallu over her right shoulder, bunching it up
in my hand as I went along, and began to bring it around
her back. I said to her, "Lift your arms up in the air,"
and she did. I unwrapped it from under her left armpit and
brought it around the front of her and under her right
armpit and again around behind her back. As soon as I had
her unwrapped, except the pleated front, I said to her,
"You can put your arms down now."
I pulled the pleats from her petticoat and out of the
corner of her right hip, pulling the length of material
away from her body. I stood as I folded the length of the
sari and sat it on the chair. She stood there, in her
petticoat and half choli with her hands by her sides and
looked up at me. When I sat back down on the bed in front
of her, I asked her, "Can you manage now by yourself, or do
you want me to help you?"
She said, "No, I can do it from here."
She reached her arms across her chest; in the same way one
takes off a tight shirt, and pulled her choli up and over
her head, exposing her tiny bare chest. She pulled it off
of her head, and with one hand, pulled her long ponytail
through the head opening until it was free. She folded it
neatly and placed it on top of the folded sari.
It was deja vu all over again. She stood where Priya stood,
with her back to me, just as Priya had, and untied the
drawstring on her petticoat. She pulled the waist open to
create slack at the waist, shimmied her hips and the
petticoat fell to the floor, exposing her tiny little butt
encased in a pair of yellow panties.
Unlike Priya though, Aleeya hooked her thumbs in the
waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her feet.
As she bent at the waist, each of her tiny butt cheeks were
only about the size of an orange. When she lifted her right
leg out of her panties, I could see her baby-fat puffy
pussy lips peeking out from under her butt.
She picked up her panties and placed them on the pile of
clothing, then turned and walked towards me, stopping to
stand with her hands at her side in front of me, looking up
expectantly.
Aleeya is not an absolutely beautiful girl like Priya.
She's a very cute little girl who will undoubtedly grow to
be a very attractive woman. Although just having turned
five today, Aleeya is small for her age and stands only
about thirty-eight inches tall and weighs about thirty-five
to forty pounds. She's thin, but not bony skinny.
Her face is oval, slightly angular with large, big doe-like
dark brown eyes and small pretty shaped ears. She's got a
cute button nose and a smile that melts your heart. She has
honey colored skin with long, dark brown hair that ends at
the middle of her back and it was pulled back in a
ponytail.
I leaned over and pulled the barrette from her hair and
combed my fingers through her hair until it looked straight
and even. With her hair down, I noticed for the first time
that she had naturally wavy hair.
As with Priya, smiling, I looked at my tiny bride, starting
at her feet. Her feet were so small they were only about
four inches long and at their widest point, only about two
inches wide with teeny, tiny toes that weren't much bigger
than peas. Her legs were thin and straight and her knees
were not overly bony. Her thighs had just a slight taper.
Like Priya, even with her legs closed, there was a
triangular open space of about two inches wide under her
vulva where her thighs met her groin.
Her pussy lips were fat and prominent, like those one would
expect to see on a little girl in between the stages of a
baby and a little girl. They were so fat and pudgy it
looked almost like she had a peach stuck between her legs.
She had no feminine shape at all; her entire outline from
her armpits to her waist was straight, except I could see
the outline of her ribs and the points of her hipbones. She
had a little bit of a potbelly that children of this age
have, with a dimpled 'innie' belly button about the size of
a bean. Her tiny beige colored nipples were about three
eighths of an inch in diameter and looked like painted dots
on her chest.
Aleeya's shoulders were small and had a nice roundness to
them, not sharply pointed as if showing her bones from
which her slender arms hung. Her tiny hands were so small
her middle finger was only about two inches long.
As I was looking at her, I thought of the demon, and how
quiet he'd been. My mother's words of advice to me on
Priya's wedding night flashed in my head; "Kindling the
passion that will last her entire life begins with
tonight." And Priya's request of me this morning: "Be
gentle and kind and above all, treat her as your wife as
you've treated me; with understanding and care."
For the first time in my struggles with my demon, I openly
admitted to myself that I indeed desired to make love to
this tiny child, but there was difference: I didn't have a
lascivious thought in my mind or in my heart and all I felt
for Aleeya was pure love. I also took notice that I didn't
have an erection. I knew then that the evil one no longer
had any power over me.
While my tiny bride stood before me quietly and patiently
as I took in her childish beauty and pondered my thoughts,
I was snapped back to reality when she said, "Sean, I'm
getting a chill."
I looked at her smiling and noticed she was starting to
shiver a little, and had goose bumps on her skin. I leaned
over and scooped her up in my arms and she hugged me around
the neck, wrapping her legs around my waist, laying her
head in the nape of my neck. I just held her there for a
moment, cradling her tiny butt in my hands with my fingers
just brushing her baby fat pussy lips as I relished the
feel of her soft vulva pressed into my stomach.
I leaned over the bed with Aleeya hanging on, and pulled
the covers back on the bed. I laid her down and scooted in
beside her and held her to me and said, "Let me warm you
up."
As I held her, I rubbed her back and slowly moved my hand
down to caress her tiny butt cheeks. While doing so, she
tensed her butt cheeks a little, and I again asked myself,
'How do I do this without frightening her?'
I softly asked her, "Are you frightened?"
She nodded her head in silence against my chest yes.
I asked her, "What are you frightened about? Do I frighten
you?"
Again she nodded silently against my chest, but this time,
no.
I unfolded my arms from around her and turned her to lie on
her back next to me, and while stroking her hair at her
temples with a finger I gently pulled her face around to
look at me. As she looked up at me, I said to her, "I
understand that this may be new and frightening to you. I
am your husband, and in order for you and I to have a happy
life together, we need to be able to tell each other
everything; what we're afraid of, what makes us sad or
happy, everything.
I will never make fun or laugh at anything you tell me, and
if you don't want me to tell anyone something, it's OK to
have secrets just between you and me, do you understand?"
Sometimes it's even very hard for grown ups to tell someone
what they're afraid or scared of, or when we're frightened
so don't feel bad, OK?"
Aleeya nodded yes as her eyes welled up with tears, but
didn't speak. I asked her, "What is it Baby, tell me what's
got you so frightened that you're crying. You're supposed
to be happy on your wedding night."
Aleeya began to speak softly and timidly and replied, "I'm
not frightened of you, and I would never be frightened with
you. I've known in my heart all along that you will never
hurt me.
I'm frightened because this is the first time I haven't had
any clothes on and someone is touching me in places I've
always been taught to never let anyone touch.
I know we are supposed to do secret things, but I don't
know what to do and I don't know what will happen. Before,
Priya was with us and it seemed easier, now being alone, it
somehow seems scarier.
I don't know what to do, and I don't want you to laugh at
me or be angry with me if I make a mistake. I guess I still
remember that when I made mistakes, I was always punished."
I said to her, "Have I ever punished you for making a
mistake? Did you get punished when you wet the bed that one
time?"
"No."
"Can I tell you a secret?"
"Sure."
"I'm a little frightened too."
"But why? You're a grown up and know what to do, I'm just a
kid, how can I frighten you?"
I chuckled and said, "I know what to do with a big girl,
but not a beautiful tiny little girl like you. You are so
small and so beautiful that I don't want to scare you. All
I want to do is to make you feel loved and safe.
I'm very big, and you're very small and I would never want
to frighten you or hurt you. So you see, we're both
frightened.
Let me ask you a question, and I want you to tell me the
honest truth. Tell me what's in your heart and tell me;
what do YOU want to happen tonight?"
'I knew that you would want to touch my secret places and
do secret things, but I didn't think I'd be scared to let
you touch me. It's just that it's all new to me. I don't
know what to expect or how it will make me feel.
I was hoping you'd give me tingles like you did before.
Will you give me tingles?"
"Well," I began, "we might have a problem. In order for me
to give you tingles, I have to touch you in your secret
places, like I did the other night. If you remember, I
rubbed my secret thing on your secret thing and we both got
lots of tingles.
But if you remember, I also told you that I would never
make you do something that you didn't want to do. If you're
too frightened to let us touch each other, we can just lie
here and go to sleep, if that's what you want."
"What I really want is to feel those tingles again. Priya
and Mom said that only you can give them to me, and Imaam
said that I could only give my body to you.
Priya said that the words I said today when we got married
was a promise to Allah that I would do these things, and
that you would only marry me if I knew that this is what I
wanted."
"That's right, but all girls are frightened on their
wedding night- even big girls."
"Was Priya frightened?"
"A little. She's bigger than you and she was just more shy
than frightened. There are things that Priya and I do
together that I can't do with you. It's not because I love
Priya more than you, only that her body is bigger than
yours. We'll do those things when your body grows some
more. Do you understand?"
"You mean like when you had your thingy in her poopy hole?"
"Yeah, things like that."
"Priya said that when you squirt your juice in her, it
feels like you're pouring all of your love inside of her,
is that true? That's the juice that makes babies, right?"
"Yes, that's what it feels like for me too. And yes, that's
right. It's called sperm, and when a girl is old enough to
have a baby, the sperm makes a baby inside her tummy."
"Will you squirt your juice, I mean sperms in me?"
"Well…" I replied as I tried to think of an answer. It came
to me that without a hymen, I might be able to lodge the
head of my dick against her opening, and ejaculate into
her. How much she'd feel, I wasn't sure. "There might be a
way for me to do that, but there are other things we'd have
to do before that could happen."
'What?"
"I can only squirt my juice, or sperm, when I feel lots of
tingles, just like when you felt so many tingles, it felt
like you we're bursting inside, remember?"
'I remember THAT! Those were super tingles!"
"As far as making a mistake, there are no mistakes when
husbands and wives make love. Everybody does it a little
differently. They just do what feels good to each other and
things just seem to work out. God has given all people a
secret knowledge of how to do these things when it's the
right time. When it happens, people just seem to know how
to do the right thing; it's called nature.
All of the animals don't learn how to make baby animals,
God gave them the same knowledge, and they just know what
to do to make baby animals."
"Neat! You mean I already know what to do?"
"Basically, but you just have to learn what makes you feel
the best and the most loved. It's different for different
people."
"I see. How do you know what makes me feel good, and how do
I know how to make you feel good?"
"We talk to each other. If I do something you really like,
you tell me, by saying things like, "I really like that, or
that feels really good don't stop." If I do something you
don't like, you tell me that you don't like that, to stop,
or it doesn't feel good."
"How do we start?"
"First, let me explain something. When we do these secret
things, its called 'making love.' It's called that because
we are showing our love for each other in a special and
secret way, OK?"
"OK. How do we make love?"
"Well, making love is supposed to bring us lots of tingles
called pleasure. Making love is not only to bring us
pleasure, but it's also supposed to be a loving way to have
fun; grown up, married fun. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I remember getting those tingles was LOTS of fun!"
"All right! I think we're getting somewhere. Let's try to
make it a kind of game, and have some fun, and I think we
will both end up with lots and lots of tingles, OK?"
"OK. How do we start?"
"Before we start, let me explain something to you. When we
love someone, we love everything about them, right?"
"Right."
"We like the feel of their skin against ours, we like their
smell, and we even like their taste, do you understand?"
"Yes, I like the taste of your love, I mean sperms. When I
tasted it, it felt like I could taste your love."
"Good girl, you're learning!"
"These things would feel, smell and taste yucky with
someone you didn't love, but they help bring us those
tingles with our husband of wife."
Let's begin by kissing. Let me teach you how a husband and
wife kiss, it's different than kissing your father, or
mother, auntie or another relative. OK?"
"OK."
"Before we begin, I want you to try everything I ask you to
do, OK? It might seem yucky at first, but you may just like
after you try it, all right?"
OK."
"Now. When grown ups kiss, they can kiss for a real long
time. That's because when they kiss, they breathe through
their noses; they don't hold their breath, got it?"
"I think so."
"They also like to taste each other's mouth and play tickle
games with their tongues. It's called French kissing; I
don't know why, I guess because the French invented it. So,
what I'd like you to do, is when we touch lips to start
kissing, open your mouth just a little and let me put my
tongue in your mouth. Then, all you have to do, is do what
I do; just copy me, OK?"
"OK."
I leaned down and cradled her under chin gently with my
right hand. I gently planted my lips over hers and opened
my mouth just enough to extend about an inch of my tongue.
Aleeya, trying to show her enthusiasm, opened her mouth
almost completely wide open. I gently pressed against the
bottom of her chin and closing her mouth about half way.
She started breathing through her nose, and I brushed my
tongue across her lips and pulled back and she copied my
move. I next swiped across the front of her teeth and
withdrew and she followed likewise. I then stuck my tongue
into her mouth and licked from the middle of the roof of
her mouth towards the back of her teeth and withdrew.
She pulled away and said, "My mouth is filling up with
spit, what am I supposed to do?"
Chuckling, I replied, "Swallow it, or maybe I'll suck it
out of your mouth and drink it, OK?"
"OK, but that seems kinda yucky to me."
Smiling, I said, "Try it, you just might like it."
She gave me a funny look like, 'Not!'
I started again and when I pressed my lips to hers, she
opened her mouth to the right position. With her mouth
being so small, I didn't want to choke her, so I limited my
oral penetration into her mouth to about an inch.
When she slipped her tongue into my mouth, I gently sucked
it in and gently nipped the end of her tongue. When I let
her tongue go and she retracted it, I stuck my tongue into
her mouth and she reciprocated by playfully nipping mine
with a giggle.
We began to play tongue-fighting by twirling our tongues
around each other, and she was getting into it. She was
producing more saliva and I drank from her mouth. Aleeya
pulled her arms up from her sides, and was resting her
hands against my chest.
Aleeya's mouth had an indescribable and unique sweetness in
taste, and I was getting excited quickly. I had to mentally
slow down for fear my passion was growing faster than hers
and didn't want to frighten her just as she was beginning
to get into it.
Surprisingly, Aleeya was beginning to respond, her lips
became hot and I could feel the flush warmth of her cheeks
against mine. She slowly put her arms around my neck and
was pulling me to her mouth for more contact.
I could hear she was breathing more heavily through her
nose. To keep from getting carried away, and to attempt to
take the next move slowly, I used my right hand during our
kissing to stroke her face, throat and shoulders.
I broke the kiss and she was now breathing a little more
heavily. I could see her chest rise and fall with each
breath she took.
I began to lay little butterfly kisses over her face. I
kissed her forehead, her eyes and nose. She instinctively
turned her head as if to lead me where she wanted the next
kiss. She still had her arms loosely around my neck
affording me easy movement around her face. Like a little
woman, she began to run her tiny fingers through my hair as
I kissed her.
I kissed her chin and then gave it a light love nip. She
responded by tilting her head back with her eyes closed and
a demure smile on her face as she breathed through her
nose. Up to now she had been silent, except for the sound
of her breathing.
I kissed down along her chin and the front of her throat. I
licked the hollow at the base of her throat and she gave a
tiny shudder, and then she turned her head towards me. I
kissed the base of her throat, and up the side of her neck
to her ear. With my hand, I was caressing her shoulder and
up and down her left arm.
When I reached her ear, I kissed all around it and sucked
in her earlobe, then gave it a little nip.
Aleeya uttered a slight gasp and whispered, "Oh my!
Tingles."
For her, this was no longer a game, because when I looked
at her, she gave me a soft smile; a serene but seriously
intent look on her face. I knew then that my little bride
was beginning to move to the dance of love.
I said to her softly, "I want to touch you all over."
She said nothing, just nodded slowly.
I started at her left armpit and slowly let my hand softly
slide down her side, and I could feel the indentation of
her ribs. I again began to kiss her and she responded with
passion as she probed my mouth with her tongue, I brought
my hand back up her side, and as I swept my tongue under
hers, she gave a soft moan. I though to myself, ""there's
one erogenous zone." I placed my hand on her chest. She
broke the kiss and whimpered softly, "Oh Sean, more
tingles!"
With the pad of my index finger, I softly circled her tiny
areola and across the nipple. A BB sized dot sprang up and
I brushed my hand back and forth over it. I moved to her
right breast, and her little BB there was already extended.
I think she was a little frightened by the intensity of
what she was feeling because she softly asked me, "Oh Sean,
what's happening? I feel so hot inside all over!"
I responded by saying, "Shhh Baby, it's your body telling
you that you like what you're feeling and want more. Don't
be frightened, just let yourself feel it. Don't hold back
anything, just let yourself enjoy it, OK?"
Licking her lips, she silently nodded and turned her head
toward me. I again started to gently massage her tiny BB-
sized nipples, first the left then the right. She was now
gently arching her shoulders back, slightly raising her
chest to press against my massaging finger.
I stopped my ministrations to her breasts and laid my hand
flat on her chest, right at her sternum. I slowly began to
lightly massage circles down to her stomach. Still kissing
each other passionately, I could hear her breathing heavily
through her nose, and with my hand on her stomach, it
seemed she was breathing from her diaphragm.
I circled her belly button with my finger and again placed
my hand flat just below her naval. I gently rubbed circles
around her lower stomach between her naval and her mons.
Aleeya was lying on her back, with me on my left side
facing her. Her legs were partially open now, so I reached
down under her legs and pulled them up until both her legs
rested on my thigh. I began to gently rub up and down first
her left leg, then her right, alternating between the two.
She was small enough that I could easily reach to her feet.
I began to massage her right foot, stroke up her leg and on
the inside of her thigh, back down and repeat the same with
her left.
Aleeya had turned her body slightly and had her right arm
bent, bunched up between us against my arm, and her left
hand on my shoulder, squeezing it in her tiny hand.
Aleeya was in another world! We continued to kiss
throughout this whole process and she was HOT! Her lips and
mouth were on fire, she had a very faint tint of pinkish
blush all over her chest and her entire body felt hot.
She let her left leg fall from my thigh with her right leg
raised and still resting on my thigh. I concentrated on
rubbing the insides of her thighs from her knees up to
where her thigh met her vulva, but I stayed away from
touching her pussy.
Aleeya broke our kiss and moaned, "Oh My God, I'm on fire!
Tingles, so many, many tingles!" in a voice choked with
passion.
After alternating between her thighs about four or five
times, I slowly brought my hand up and brushed her vulva
and cupped her entire femininity in my hand. My steel hard
cock was lying against the outside of her right thigh and I
could feel the slickness of my leaking precum against her
skin, with her leg still lying on top of my thigh.
When I cupped her vulva, it felt as soft as a newborn
baby's skin… and incredibly hot! Upon feeling her softness,
I shuddered and almost shot my load that very instant!
I gently squeezed her vulva and withdrew my hand to the top
of her mons. I lightly traced my first three fingers down
the length of her incredibly smooth, fat and puffy lips all
the way down to her tiny little star.
This was the first time I'd been close to her pubic area,
and was astonished that she was so wet and seeping, even
her anus was slick! I traced circles around her little
star. She lifted her hips, as if inviting the touch, but
then apparently thought better as she uttered, "Oh my God,
you're touching my poopy!"
Smiling, I softly said, "Feels good, doesn't it?"
Covering her face with her forearm, she silently nodded.
I brought my fingers back up her perineum and my middle
finger literally fell into her folds. I dragged her slick
oils up to her tiny button, and as tiny as it was, I could
feel the hard little BB was fully protruded and wanting
attention. I began to trace around the base of her clitty
and over the hood. She bucked her hips up hard and said,
"Right there! Special, special tingles!"
Aleeya was now panting, almost hyperventilating and just
kept her hips raised off the bed, pressing herself hard
onto my finger.
I had only made about half a dozen circles around her clit
when I brushed the pad of my finger directly over her
button. She grabbed my hand in both of hers, went rigid and
squealed, "Oh my God, I'm in Heaven!
She stayed locked like that for about ten seconds, then
went limp. I gently cupped her vulva and lightly pressed it
several times. Her eyes closed and her mouth slack, she was
desperately trying to catch her breath and licking her
lips.
I leaned over and brought a glass to her mouth and gave her
some water. She slurped down about half the glass and laid
her head back down. I just held her gently as she came back
down to earth.
When she opened her eyes, she still looked far away, and
said, "What happened? I've never felt anything like that
before!"
Smiling at her, I said, "THAT, my dear, was your first big
orgasm! Tell me, how do you like married life now?"
"Are you gonna give me more 'gasms?"
"Lots and lots," I said.
"Are you gonna give me your sperms too?"
"Why don't you rest a minute before round two, all right?"
Aleeya climbed on top of me and nearly stuck her tongue
down my throat and said, "I love you husband, bunches and
bunches I love you!"
"And I love you too, my little wife!"
Aleeya lay on my chest for about ten minutes, and asked me,
"Can I have another 'gasm?"
"OK, Baby but this time we're going to do it a little
differently."
How?"
"Remember what I did to you with my hand?"
"Oh God, how could I ever forget!"
"Well, this time, I'm gonna use my mouth, OK?"
"You're gonna lick me THERE?" She pointed to her pussy.
I nodded and said, "Uh huh."
Smiling, she shyly said, "Well, I hope I taste good down
there."
I busted out laughing and said, "I bet you're delicious!"
She covered her mouth and giggled. Then said, "How do we
start?"
"Like before; kissing."
She smiled and said, "I like those Frencher kisses!"
Laughing, I replied, "I do too! Ready?"
"Ready!"
This time, she seemed to think she was a pro at it and
initiated the kissing. With her newfound skill and my being
more relaxed, it didn't take long before she was again
breathing heavy and her lips were on fire.
As we kissed, the thought of tasting her and eating out a
five year-old girl had me worked up pretty quickly also and
it really took a lot of concentration to do as before; to
go slow and then hit the button for blast off.
Using the same technique of starting with kisses and
nibbles to her face and neck, she was warming up pretty
quickly.
I started at her right shoulder and lifted her arms up so I
could kiss and lick her armpits (to her giggles). I then
kissed my way across her upper chest. She lay there
enjoying the sensations with her fingers in my hair.
When my mouth covered her left nipple and began to lick
around her areola, her BB sized nipple poked out from her
chest. I flicked the tip of my tongue over the tiny pebble,
then moved on to the right one to do the same. She lifted
her head and said, "You're sucking my little booby!"
I looked up at her and said, "Yes, and a delicious little
booby it is too, how do you like it?"
"More tingles, I like it better than your finger!"
"Can I continue eating your little booby now?"
"Yes please."
I went back to feasting on her miniature non-existent
breasts; first the right and then the left. With her hands
in my hair, like before, she raised her chest as if to feed
herself to me while pulling me tightly against her.
I kissed her sternum, right between her breasts and began a
zigzag kissing pattern all the way down to the stomach. I
circled her naval with my tongue and sucked it into my
mouth as she giggled. I kissed all the way down to her mons
and traveled left to right, from one hip to the other.
As with Priya, I saved her pussy for last by kissing down
her left leg, covering the whole top with kisses and little
love nips. I circled her knee with my tongue and lifted her
leg to lay kisses all the way to her foot.
I kissed and licked around her ankle, and the tops of her
foot before sucking her foot into my mouth. She giggled
some, but when I started sucking on her big toe, she
surprisingly said, "Oooh, nice tingles!"
I abandoned her left foot for her right, and sure enough,
the big toe was another one of her erogenous zones. Lifting
her right leg, I kissed and licked her calf, circled her
kneecap with my tongue and headed north up the inside of
her thigh to the gates of heaven.
When I reached the top of her thigh, She voluntarily opened
her legs by letting them fall completely to the sides, with
the soles of her feet almost touching. I licked the length
of the crease where her right pussy lip met her thigh, then
did the same on her left.
What surprised me was her smell. She had the same exact
smell as a woman, only lighter, more… subtle. The heat
radiating from her center was amazing! I had to stop myself
for a moment. I was on fire inside with a raging hard on
outside, and literally fought a mental battle to keep
myself from wanting to plunge my cock into her pussy as far
as it would go!
She was eager and had her pelvis rotated up and waiting to
feel my mouth on her fat baby pussy. I took a moment, and
then blew warm air up and down the length of her pussy
crease.
I then slowly lowered my mouth to completely engulf her
entire vulva in my mouth. I think she came, because she
shuddered and moaned, "Oh God Sean, I love you so much!"
I could feel the heat and the baby softness of the bottom
of her pussy lips and her wetness against my tongue, and I
moaned in delight. My God! She had the sweetest taste I
have ever experienced!
I licked the length of her sex with the flat of my tongue
and drank her leaking ambrosia. I licked down her perineum
and began to slowly rim her little star. She grabbed my
hair, and uttered, "No, not there, it's dirty."
I needed her! I looked up and she had her head up looking
down at me and I said to her, "Please Aleeya, let me have
all of you!"
She put her head back down and I went back to rimming her
little star. She lay motionless for a moment, and to my
utter surprise, she lifted her legs and grabbed them behind
her knees, completely opening herself to me!
Aleeya was pulling her legs back, trying to feed me her ass
and moaned, "My God Sean, it's so dirty! But why does it
feel so good? I can feel the tingles deep inside me!"
With her remark as fuel, I pressed my tongue against her
anus. She froze for second and then relaxed. I again
applied gentle pressure to her anus and my tongue began to
slowly enter her. I began slow lunges with my tongue of
about an inch or so, and she began pulling on her little
legs, fucking herself on my tongue. She eek'ed "Don't stop,
I'm gonna 'gasm!" I plunged as deep as I could get into her
tiny orifice and she clamped her ass shut around my
invading tongue and her little body went ridged as she
came.
I was still on fire and needed release-and pretty damn
soon!
When she relaxed, I withdrew from her nether hole and
licked up her copious juices, peeling open her plump peach
with my fingers. I licked up the entire length of her slit
and circled her nubbin with my tongue. I began flicking the
tip of my tongue over her BB sized clit and she jerked her
legs back as far as she could pull them.
I knew she as at the precipice and about to go over, so I
backed off. She knew what she wanted and needed and cried
out to me, "No, No Sean, not yet, I'm so close to a 'gasm!"
I quickly grabbed the lube from the nightstand and coated
my dick. I then grabbed her legs, pulling her to the edge
of the bed and stood up. Aleeya still had hold of her legs
and keeping them pulled back. She seemed frustrated, almost
frantic because she was so close. I placed my lubed cock in
the bottom of her crease and began to slide back and forth.
She raised her head and looked down at her groin in
surprise, because she knew what was between her legs. She
looked a little frightened, then relaxed and smiled at me
and asked, "Are you going to squirt me?"
I looked at her and said, "Yes I am, Baby. Very Soon. Tell
me when your 'gasm is coming, alright?"
She silently nodded.
I placed the head of my dick against her tiny hole and
gently pushed. About half of the head of my cock slid
easily inside her and seated in her pussy and I said to
her, "Keep hold of your legs, don't push down, OK? I'll do
all the work."
She grunted as I rubbed her clitty in circles and nodded.
With my left hand I began to apply more pressure to her
tingle button while I jacked myself with my right. Aleeya
was panting and making little thrusts with her pussy, as if
to get me inside her, but I kept my penetration to only
half the head.
We were on a solid rocket booster to the moon with all
engines burning! I rubbed her button faster and she started
to moan. I panted out, "Are you close?"
She couldn't even talk she just nodded, but a moment later
managed a squeaked, "Almost, almost…"
When she came, she came really hard, thrusting her ass
towards me. I was jerking my cock like a blur and I guess I
lunged a bit because I saw my dick penetrate her with just
the ridge of the helmet visible. I groaned out a howl and
fired like I've never fired before! I must have shot off
six spurts into her because I had to have completely filled
her tiny vagina and it was seeping back out of her and
around my cock, running down her butt crack.
She screamed out- literally screamed out, "My God you're
squirting me, it's so hot inside me, so very hot!"
Drained, spent and exhausted, I fell to the floor on my
knees with her cum filled baby pussy running like a faucet
right at eye level. Aleeya let go of her right leg and
reached down between her legs. She wiped up some of my cum
with her fingers and brought them to her mouth. She licked
her fingers and whispered, "I love the taste of your love,"
and continued to feast.
I couldn't move. She slowly lowered her legs, letting them
hang off the edge of the bed. I rose to my knees and leaned
over her between her legs and kissed her.
She smiled at me and took both of my cheeks in her hands,
leaned up and kissed me. She had tears in her eyes, and I
felt sad that I might have penetrated her too far and hurt
her.
I asked her, "Are you all right? I didn't hurt you did I?"
With tears running down her temples she looked up at the
ceiling and said, "You squirted me. You put your love
inside me."
Unsure, I again asked, "Are you all right, did I hurt you?"
Still crying, she silently shook her head no and then said,
"I felt you inside me just a little and I wanted so much
for you be all the way in, but I couldn't get you in. But
you love me, you squirted your love inside me and I felt
it.
I don't know the words, but it felt like we were suddenly
one person. I could see us in the sky, floating together
like one spirit, does that make any sense?"
I smiled at her and said, "It makes perfect sense, darling.
That's how God wants us to feel. Come on, let's get cleaned
up now."
"No, I want to keep your juice inside me forever. I'm tired
now, can we go to sleep?"
"Sure Baby, anything you want."
I crawled into bed. She climbed up on top of me and
immediately fell to sleep, cum still oozing from her little
cunny.
I pulled the duvet over us, put my arms around her and
joined her in sleep.
Continued in Chapter 31
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