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Child Brides of India
By C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 69: (Mgg, rom, cons, oral)
Leeya pulled back, gave me the tenderest of kisses on
the
lips and said, "Love me husband, please?"
I smiled and said jokingly, "Sure my love, but sing
me a
song first."
"What?" She asked quizzically.
"Yeah," I replied, "Last night Priya sang
me a little song
about herself and it was cute. How about you? Wanna give it
a try?"
"What kinda song?" she inquired.
I repeated Priya's little ditty and she giggled and
said,
"My, that was kinda nice. Let me see…"
Leeya hopped to the floor and cocked her right hip to
the
side with her finger to her mouth as if thinking for a
moment. Putting her hands on her hips and swaying back and
forth, she began:
"I'm a… No, wait!" Leeya said as she halted,
"Let me start
over… OK, here goes."
She began swaying again and started:
"I'm a tiny girl with skin like honey,
My love for you worth more than money.
I got no boobies and I got no hips,
But I sure do like it when you kiss my lips.
I can be naughty and be a little snot,
But I can be tender and so, so, hot!
If I'm pretty and real, real sweet,
Lick me all including my feet!
If your love is true and yummy
My dream comes true when a baby’s in my tummy!"
(Pointing to her tummy)
"There. How's that?" she asked proudly.
"That," I said with joy, "Was sweet and
beautiful!"
Leeya welled up and ran to me and I embraced her softly.
"Oh Sean," she said sniffling, "I love
you so much it hurts
sometimes! You make me so happy. The only time I feel
beautiful is when I'm with you. You always think I'm
pretty!"
"You are, Leeya," I assured her, "More
than you'll ever
know!"
I cradled her tiny frame in my arms, lifted her and laid
her on the bed. She immediately took my face in her hands,
and leaning up, kissed me passionately. Not breaking the
kiss, I moved to lie beside her. I began stroking her small
shoulders as we kissed. I began to lay kisses all over her
face as she smiled and said, "I love your kisses, Sean."
I kissed her throat and moved up the side of her neck
and
sucked in her right ear lobe. She sighed slightly and said,
"Mmmmm, tingles!"
I kissed across her shoulders and upper chest as she
enfolded my head in her hands. I licked her left breast and
her tiny dot of a nipple poked up proudly. I licked her
other nipple and her softly gasped, arched her back
slightly and whispered, "I love you so much Sean."
As I stroked the side of her rib cage I could feel the
outline of her ribs. I placed my hand on her hip, felt the
soft outline of her hipbone and stroked over it. I moved
across and stoked her mons lightly and she softly thrust
her hips upward. As we kissed, I cupped her puffy fat vulva
in my hand and gently stroked up and down.
Leeya moaned in my mouth, broke the kiss and gasped,
"Oh
Sean, what's wrong with me, I'm gonna 'gasm real soon!"
"That's OK Baby," I reassured, "Just let
it happen."
I split her crease at the bottom with my finger and
slowly
dragged it upward. Leeya was wet and slippery but not
copiously so. When I touched her tingle button she lurched
up and came softly, saying, "Oh my! A 'gasm!"
It seemed that it was a deep internal orgasm, but at the
same time a soft one. I knew from her reaction that she
needed a tender love tonight. Tonight there would be no
hot, fiery passion: it would be soft and tender.
I moved down and started kissing across her side from
hip
to hip and continued down her left thigh. I lifted her leg
as she watched me with a soft smile and kissed her ankle.
Her tiny foot was so pretty: small and slender with dainty
little toes. I worshipped her foot as I kissed across the
top of her arch and around to her sole. I kissed the tip of
each of her toes and sucked in her big toe. She kinda
melted into the bed as her leg went limp, turned her head
to the side, deeply sighed and whispered, "Oh Sean, tingles
and tingles and tingles!"
As I laid her left foot down, I picked up her right. She
was as soft and limp as a rag doll, seemingly lost in a
soft sea of pleasure. After ministering to her right foot
with equal results, I kissed up her calf and along the
inside of her right thigh.
I laid a soft kiss on her mons and Leeya gasped. She
pulled
her legs up and put her feet on my shoulders. She laid her
chin on her chest, looked down, spread open her peach for
me and whispered "Love me, Sean, love me with your mouth."
Leeya's treasure was slightly weeping and I drank gently
from her spring. I gently stroked up through her crease
with the flat of my tongue and gave her tiny distended
pebble a swiping lick. Leeya's movements were slow and
sensual as she rotated her hips up to feed herself into my mouth.
Still looking down, Leeya was now panting as I lightly
circled her button. She let go of herself with her right
hand, moving it to the back of my head and gently pressed
me into her center.
She tilted her head upward, arched her back and panted,
"Oh
my, gonna 'gasm again."
I enclosed her engorged hood and clitty between my lips
and
gently sucked. She immediately came again as she cried out
"Oh God Sean, I love you!"
I held her pleasure center in my mouth, not trying to
stimulate her anymore as she shuddered softly. Our shared
experience wasn't about tingles and 'gasms, it was about
love. I crawled up the bed to lie beside her and pulled her
on top of me and held her gently.
I could feel the wetness her Leeya's tears on my chest
as
she softly wept. After several silent moments, Leeya
wrapped her arms around my chest and whispered, "Put it in
me now, Sean, pour your love inside me."
Reaching around her butt and in between her legs, I took
my
member and placed it to her opening, Leeya pushed herself
down my chest slightly as I gently thrust up, moving inside
her about two inches. She was very, very wet and scalding
hot inside, which surprised me because on the outside, she
appeared ethereally warm. Leeya slowly rocked her hips as I
gently slid her down slightly.
Once I had about three and a half inches inside her, I
brushed her cervix. I whispered to her, "Don't move Baby,
just relax and let me love you."
Leeya kissed my chest and silently nodded. I began to
slowly rock myself inside her as she flexed her muscles
around me. This experience of soft, sweet love between us
was like a dreamy, sensual waltz: each saying nothing, but
speaking volumes.
Leeya was lightly panting and murmured, "I love you
inside
me like this. I feel like we're one heart."
As I felt her cervix brush over the head of my dick
gently,
I whispered, "We are Darling, we're one spirit."
"Fill me Sean," Leeya lovingly pleaded,
"I'm gonna 'gasm
real soon."
I then rocked with tiny, quick and gentle trusts. My
prick
tickled her cervix as I cupped Leeya's tiny butt cheeks in
my hands and said, "Here it comes, Sweetie," and began to
spurt inside her. My climax seemed to just flow from me,
almost spilling into her. It was soft, not forceful but intense.
When Leeya felt the first pulse, she didn't lock up but
began to constrict her muscles around me after each spurt,
milking me gently as we came together. She moaned, "So, so
hot, I can feel your love inside me."
We lay silently embracing each other as we spasmed
together. I could feel her tiny butt tighten up with each
little quiver. All that could be heard was our breathing as we panted.
I kissed the top of her head and whispered to her,
"My tiny
princess, I love you with all my heart."
"Mmmmm," she smiled against my chest,
"But I love you so
much more."
"Let's get up and get cleaned off, OK?" I said
to her.
Hugging me tightly, she replied, "No, I want to
sleep like
this, with you and your love inside me."
"Mmmm," I responded, "Let's sleep
then."
With that we gently fell off to sleep in each other's
arms.
I woke at five-fifteen, now flaccid but still inside my
tiny wife. I lay there silently for a long time as she
slept on top of me. Every now and then, I could feel her
gently clasp me inside her. I just gently stroked the curve
of her back and remembered last night as being the
tenderest moments we'd yet shared.
At six, I lightly brushed the side of Leeya's face and
whispered to her "Come on Sweetie, time to get up."
She brought her hand up and put it on my lips and softly
said, "I don't want this to ever end. I wish I could keep
you inside me forever."
"I know Baby," I replied understandably,
"But there'll be
many more moments like this for us to share."
"Yeah," Leeya acknowledged, "You're
right. I guess that
means I gotta get up then, right?"
"Probably, I replied with a chuckle, "It's a
little hard to
get up being stuck together and you on top of me."
Leeya gave a giggle and started to slowly pull off of
me.
She pulled off of my prick with a wet slurp and started to
seep. She put her hand between her legs and said, "Boy, you
sure filled me up didn't you?"
"You wanted all my love," I reminded her,
"I gave you all I
had."
Giggling, she quipped, "Now I'm all squishy with
love!"
Leeya was waddling to the bathroom as Priya entered the
bedroom. Priya saw Leeya waddling with her hand between her
legs, giggled and said, "Filled her up, Huh?"
"Yeah," I said with a smile, "Spermed her
good."
I asked her if she'd showered yet and she replied that
she'd taken a shower as Faatina slept. I hopped in the
shower with Leeya and when we'd finished, Priya had
returned with the baby to say prayers. We prayed while
Faatina rolled around playing by herself. When we'd
finished, I scooped her up and we went downstairs to eat.
After we were seated, Mom kept looking at Leeya and
finally
said to her, "You look different this morning, Leeya."
Leeya smiled as everyone, including Monaavi, waited for
her
reply and she said, "That's 'cause I got a lotta sweet love
last night and I'm happy."
Leeya quietly started to eat as Monaavi blushed at the
thought. Priya smiled, as did Dad, while Mom just gave her
a "That's nice" nod behind her cup.
During breakfast, I again brought up the thought about
the
henna party by saying, "Mom, Priya and I were thinking
about the henna party. Is it really necessary? I mean what
with all the symbolism about names, intimacy and all. It
just doesn't seem to apply here."
"Monaavi?" Mom turned and asked, "What's
your opinion on
this?"
"I think," Monaavi started, "That Sean's
got a point. It
doesn't seem to make any difference, one way or the other.
She doesn't understand any of this, and would probably get
upset if someone tried to hold her still long enough to
paint her hands and feet. I don't think it's even necessary
to remove her from Sean for the days before the wedding.
That's my opinion."
Priya added, "I'm gonna call Mom after we eat and
get her
opinion also."
"Ok," Mom said, "We'll wait and see what
Salima says."
After breakfast Dad left for the office, Monaavi took
the
girls to their studies while Priya called her mother. After
talking for about a half hour, Priya returned, sat with Mom
and I and said, "Momma said it's not necessary. The henna
party is a symbolic family event such as a bachelorette
party and it really doesn't apply here. Besides, Momma
said, the henna will stain her skin for a week or two and
for that reason alone, it's not such a good idea."
"Good," Mom affirmed, "One less thing to
worry about."
On Wednesday, Mom and Priya took Faatina to the
seamstress'
and picked up her wedding garb after a final trial fit.
They returned home with everything in boxes and Mom
quipped, "I hope this is a short ceremony because she sure
doesn't like wearing those clothes!" Giggling, she added,
"I don't think that dupatta is gonna last five minutes! She
doesn't like her face covered at all."
"I don't think anyone's gonna make a big deal out
of it
Mom," I replied, "They can't expect miracles from a baby."
"What's wrong Sean?" Priya asked.
"It's just the idea of having to go through all
this," I
replied, it just seems so senseless."
"Well," Mom said, "Just get through it,
get the divorce and
raise her right."
Monaavi came in for tea about an hour later and she
heard
us talking about the futility of it all. She said, "I'm a
devout Muslim and I can understand, in some ways, why the
Imaam is making you do this. The laws that any religion
adheres to, go on the assumption that the people who live
by these rules seek to do the right thing and act in the
best interest of everyone. Sometimes people use these laws
to their own ends and then circumstances arise where these
laws don't apply in a certain situation. You will save a
life Sean, but it's sad that this is the only way to do it."
"I don't know," I replied, "I kinda get
the feeling there's
a reason for all this, and it scares me a little to find
out what it is."
I thought I saw a strange look in Priya's eyes, as if
she
had a fleeting thought, but she remained silent. Monaavi
returned to the girls, Mom and Priya moved on to making
preparations and I decided to take Faatina for a walk.
I strapped the little one in, handed her her doll and
tiger, then we were off. I walked about thirty minutes and
stopped to watch some children playing in the street. I
chuckled at the whimsical abandon with which they played,
having fun and oblivious to all the problems of the world
around them. I wondered if the day would come when I'd see
this little girl in the stroller running after her cousin
like a short time ago.
Being both hopeful and saddened, I rose and headed home.
Faatina began playing the dropsy game with me. She'd drop
her doll and I'd pick it up only to have her drop it again
about thirty feet later. Each time she let it fall from her
hand, she'd give a giggle, look over the side of the stroller at it on
the ground then look back at me and smile. At this rate we'd get
home in about two hours, so I took the doll and gave her the tiger. She
must've taken the hint because she hugged it all the
way home, pulling on its whiskers.
In the living room Saturday evening, Faatina found a new
mode of travel. She clumsily crawled about ten feet, sat,
looked back from whence she came and crawled another five
feet to my mother's feet. Feeling her against her leg, Mom
looked down from her book and asked, "Where'd SHE come from?"
I laughed and pointed and said, "She just crawled
from
there over to you."
Mom bent to pick her up but Faatina turned and began
crawling to Priya, her little diapered butt wagging back
and forth as she moved to investigate Priya's wiggling toes.
All of us started clapping and Faatina stopped, sat up,
looked around as if to say "What's all the commotion
about?' then continued to her point of interest. Once at
Priya's feet, she flopped on her belly and began to play
with Priya's toes, giggling when Priya would move her feet.
Mom warned, "Look out you two, she'll be all over
the house
now. You'll have to watch her every move, she'll be a
little terror. It won't take her long to find the stairs,
so watch her closely."
Unbeknownst to Priya and I, Mom had invited Monaavi over
to
talk. When the doorbell rang, Priya asked, "Who could that
be?"
Putting her book down as she rose, Mom replied,
"Didn't I
tell you? I asked Monaavi to come over to discuss Monday
morning."
Priya and I started to rise surprised, but Mom said,
"Stay
put, I'll get it."
We rose anyway to greet her and Mom returned a few
moments
later with Monaavi in tow. We offered our Salaams as she
sat down on the couch next to Mom. When Priya told Monaavi
of Faatina's new accomplishment, Monaavi rose, went to
Faatina and picked her up cuddling her saying, "I knew
you'd do it little one, you're such a BIG girl aren't you?"
As they nuzzled cheeks, Faatina hugged her neck and
uttered
what sounded like "Ma."
With all of our mouths agape in wide-eyed surprise,
Priya
asked, "Did she just call you Ma?"
Monaavi's eyes started to well up as she smiled, nodded
quickly and replied, "Um Hum, I think so."
Monaavi rocked her, cheek to cheek and Faatina said once
again "Ma."
Monaavi sat on the couch, Faatina straddling her lap as
she
held her close. Monaavi gave her a tender squeeze and said
wistfully, "I only wish I was your mommy, Sweetheart.
You've made me so very happy."
Faatina looked up at her. The moment passed, and Faatina
slid off Monaavi's lap and crawled over to Priya. All of us
sat in silent shock as we watched her crawl to Priya.
Monaavi wiped her eyes with her hands, gave a composing
sniffle and said, "Well, THAT came as a surprise!"
Mom smiled gently at her and replied, "Yes it did,
it most
certainly did."
"Now," Monaavi said breaking the silence,
"I talked to my
parents and…"
"What'd they say?" Mom interrupted.
"About what?" Priya asked.
"Just wait Priya," Mom answered.
"As I was saying," Monaavi began again,
"I talked to my
parents and they said that you could do one of two things.
You could bring Faatina over early Monday morning to get
her ready or you could just bring her and all her clothes
over tomorrow night and she could stay with me. It would be
easier that way because you wouldn't have to come over with
everything and get her up so early: she could sleep another
hour or so."
"That sounds like the better plan, doesn't it
Priya?" Mom
asked.
"Yeah," Priya agreed, "We could take our
clothes with us
and dress over there, then leave for the ceremony. Sean,
you and Father would be on your own. The two of you could
come together. How's that sound?"
"Fine," I said, "You girls get crazy
anyway when you're
getting ready for one of these affairs."
Clasping her hands together, Mom said, "Good.
That's what
we'll do. Priya and I will pack her things tomorrow, along
with a couple of changes of clothes, and bring her over…
what time?"
"Five will be fine," Monaavi replied,
"That'll give her a
few hours to get used to the house and us. She'll sleep
better if she's not so frightened. Don't worry, I'll take
good care of her."
Grabbing Monaavi's hand, Mom replied, "We know you
will
Monaavi, it's not in you to treat ANY child any way other
than with love."
Monaavi blushed and replied, "Thank you Miss
Joan."
Playfully slapping her hand, Mom said, "I wish you
wouldn't
be so formal girl, you make me feel like an old woman."
"Sorry Ma'am," she replied.
"See?" Mom chided, "She did it
again!"
Priya jumped up quickly as she saw the scooting urchin
crawling out of the living room and shuffled to pick her
up.
"Damn!" I joked, "She even faster
now!"
Dad had been sitting quietly reading some reports when I
asked him, "Dad, have you heard from the lawyer? What about
the guardianship papers?"
Putting the papers in his lap, he replied, "Yes,
I've got
them in my briefcase. Sorry I didn't say something earlier
but I got them yesterday."
Relieved, I replied, "Well THAT'S good news. On
Tuesday
morning, I'm gonna be giving Dr. Gupta a call."
Pulling his reading glasses from his face, he angrily
said,
"I've sat here quietly because the idea of this whole thing
makes me sick to my stomach. I've been in war and have seen
a lot horror in my life, but it STILL turns my guts inside
out when I see how people can take an innocent baby like
her and throw her away or starve her to death. In China, to
this very day, little baby girls die a slow, excruciating
painful death from being starved to death: all because
they're girls. There's no animal on earth as cruel as a
human being."
With that, he rose and went upstairs. We sat silent for
a
long minute as we watched Faatina exercise her new skill,
and it only seemed to drive Dad's point home even more.
For the first time, I realized the dangers this
mysterious
country held. A country I was beginning to love had
seemingly entrapped me and I'd been caught up in its
uncaring customs and social mores regarding children.
In America, the innocuous and innocent act of drinking
from
a bottle of water that reduced this vibrant, healthy and
normal girl to an infant child would be almost
infinitesimally impossible.
I remembered Mom's story about life being like a
patchwork
quilt and asked myself the unanswerable question, "Why DO
bad things have to happen to good people, especially
children?"
Coming back from my reflection, I saw Priya had moved to
Mom's side. Mom cradled Monaavi in one arm and Priya in the
other and comforted them as they wept with hand-covered
faces.
Faatina sat on the floor looking at them and seemed as
if
she could sense their sadness. Her face frowned and it
looked like she might start crying herself. I picked her
up, rocking her in my arms and Mom nodded that she
understood.
Mom shushed the girls by saying, "Come on girls,
the baby's
getting upset."
It took them a couple of moments to compose themselves
as I
rocked the little cherub. Mom started the conversation
again by saying, "OK now, let's get back to business."
She gave both girls an affectionate squeeze and stood.
Taking Faatina from my arms, she started bouncing her on
her hip.
"So tomorrow," Mom started, "We'll bring
the little
captivating one over about five with all her clothes and
ours. We'll all get ready and be at the hall by eleven.
Agreed?"
Everyone nodded and I said, "When you get there,
don't you
dare hand her over to that piece of shit. Give her to her
mother and don't let her outta your sight, understand?"
Priya nodded and Mom started to speak but I cut her off
saying, "I mean it Mom, he doesn't touch her!"
Mom replied, "I was only going to agree with you
Sean."
"I'm sorry then," I apologized, "That's
just how I feel."
With that, we heard Monaavi's father honking the horn.
She
said, "I'd better go, that's Poppa outside. I'll see all of
you tomorrow about five."
Mom and Priya kissed her cheek and we exchanged our
salaams
as we walked to the door. As Monaavi walked to the car, I
waved to her father and he returned the gesture with a warm
smile. We watched them drive off and as we shut the door
Mom sighed, "God I love that girl!"
The following day, although a lot needed doing, it went
along fairly quietly. All of the females spent the better
part of the day readying Faatina's and their clothing.
Everything was packed and ready at three, and Leeya was
excited to finally go to Monaavi's house.
Priya dressed Faatina in a cute, white and blue ruffled
dress with those frilly pants that covered her nappy. She
had on a cute tiny pair of white sandals with a strap
behind the heel. Her shoulder length black hair was put up
in two pigtails with blue bows on each side of her head.
I helped load the car and waved goodbye to her with a
smile
when they left. She looked at me and raised her hand as if
to almost wave back but returned it to Priya's shoulder.
After putting her in the car, Priya turned, smiled and
waved to me as she got in the car. I closed the door as
they pulled away.
I leaned back against the door and said to myself,
"This is
fucking insane!"
Continued in Chapter 70…
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