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Child Brides of India
By: C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 91: Change of Plans (MFFfg, rom, oral)
Then, as we were finishing lunch, there came a knock on
the
front door and what happened next brought Miko to her knees
in tears…
The front doorbell rang (nobody comes to the front door)
and Dad said, "It's probably a delivery or something for
the contractors, I buzzed them in."
"That's OK," I replied, "I'll get
it."
I rose and went to the front door and looking through
the
glass panel on the side of the door saw a taxicab in the
drive. I opened the door and standing before me was a tiny
woman primly dressed in a conservative and smart pale pink
skirt and matching jacket over a white blouse. Standing
next to her was a younger girl, maybe in her twenties.
"May I help you?" I asked politely,
"Are you Sean?" The kindly woman asked.
"Yes Ma'am," I answered, "And you
are?"
The woman politely held out her hand saying through the
younger girl, "I'm Jun Ozawa, Miko's mother. This is Miko's
sister, Madoka."
Momentarily shocked, I forgot my manners by just
staring. I
quickly recovered, took Jun's hand and said, "What a
pleasant surprise, it's such a pleasure finally to meet
you! Hi Madoka, pleased to meet you too! Please, come in."
Directing them inside, I asked Jun, "This way, we
were just
finishing lunch, would you like to see Miko? Something to
eat, some tea maybe?"
"Yes please," she answered politely through
her daughter,
"That would be nice. Where Miko?"
"Certainly," I politely answered as I waved my
hand to
direct her inside, "Right this way."
Miko must have thought she recognized a voice because as
she walked from the breakfast area towards the familiar
voice and we turned the corner into the family room. Miko
saw her mother and sister, froze, stunned in wide-eyed
shock with her hands over her mouth, shrieked and fell to
her knees sobbing out "Momma! Oh Momma!"
Miko's mother walked to her, knelt down and embraced her
daughter. Madoka knelt beside the two and embraced her
mother and sister in a group hug, crying with them. None of
the three said a word, just cried at having been reunited
after nearly five years.
After several minutes, Mom, and Priya were able to get
the
three to the table to sit and talk. Miko calmed herself
enough to ask, "Momma, what are you doing here? How? I mean
what about father?"
Jun began to speak in Japanese and Madoka translated for
us
round eyes in broken English. "Momma say," Madoka began,
"Father disgrace family. Father came back to Osaka and work
many night late. She find little girl panty in briefcase.
One night Madoka follow. Father practice enjo kosai. I see
him with little girl her (pointing to Leeya) age. They go
to restaurant, eat and go to hotel."
"What's enjo kosai?" I asked.
Miko explained that young middle and high school girls,
caught up in material life are under immense peer pressure
to have expensive, designer clothes, accessories and
lifestyle and they engage in prostitution to get it. They
sell everything, from panties and socks to having sex for
large sums of money with wealthy businessmen.
Madoka went on, "Momma say she confront father. Say
he
disgrace family, marriage, and ancestors. He worse than
Miko. Miko try to find love but was use by man like he who
use girl to sex, not love. Momma say she tell father she
been talking to Miko and Miko now happy, get married and
she will not abandon daughter any longer. Miko make mistake
but God has forgiven. She forgive too. I forgive. Momma say
she going to Miko's wedding. Momma say she no divorce
father to save face and because of God's word but there are
condition. She and I go to Miko's wedding and be part of
Miko's life. He no have to accept Miko but he have to
accept her terms or she leave: live on street, bring him
great shame if has to, but will no longer abandon Miko."
"Praise God Almighty!" Mom exclaimed, as she
looked to
heaven, "It must have taken such great courage to do that
Jun and we're so happy to have you here! Pita, get them
some tea please?"
Miko sat crying tears of joy and shaking her head as if
in
a dream. Jun rose from the table and held Miko to her
breast and spoke softly to her child. Madoka said, "Momma
tell Miko she here now, want Miko happy and start new life
with joy. She want to meet Miko's new family, see Miko's
new daughters and make sure she will be happy and loved.
Momma protect Miko from hurt again and take her away if she
not like what she see."
"Oh Momma," Miko pined emotionally, "I AM
so very happy!
I've found love, acceptance and a family that loves me!
Please Momma, meet my new family: this is Sean, my fiancé."
"Konichiwa," I greeted with a respectful bow.
"Konichiwa," Jun answered back politely.
Miko went on to introduce my mother, father, each of my
wives in order as her sisters and then our children to her
mother and sister. Miko told us that Madoka was two years
younger than she at twenty-four. Tina and the twins bowed
cutely, offering their greeting in Japanese, except Cinny
and Liz said "Corn-ishy- war." (Good for a chuckle)
Mom offered and Jun and Madoka ate a salad with tea as I
explained our family dynamic to them, how it all began and
the events surrounding my marriage to each of my wives.
Evidently, during earlier conversations with her mother,
Miko must have explained the how and why she came to be
where she is today: preparing to become my fourth wife.
Miko added to my explanation the only condition placed on
her was the promise she'd made to Leeya concerning children.
Jun wanted to know everything about me: my job,
financial
status, lifestyle and about our Muslim faith. After
answering all her questions, I reassured her that Miko was
free to practice her faith with respect and that like her,
Mom and Dad were practicing Baptists.
Jun kept observing Leeya and finally asked through
Madoka,
"I can see your love for Sean is deep and pure, Momma
forgot, when you marry?"
Leeya blushed and replied, "On my fifth
birthday."
"And you," Jun asked bluntly, "Seal
marriage on wedding night?"
"Seal?" Leeya asked puzzled.
"I think she means consummate," Mom explained,
"You know,
have sex."
Leeya blushed and giggled from embarrassment and replied
honestly, "Yes, sort of. Sean didn't enter me but he did
sperm inside me."
"I see," Jun replied, "You must love her
deeply Sean
because she wear love on back of hand, open for all to see."
"Leeya is," I complimented, "A very
unique, loving and
faithful wife who is mature way beyond her years. She takes
our marriage very seriously and she puts her family before
herself."
Priya went on to explain how Leeya helped raise Tina
like a
mother, starting at six. How she's helped Tiya and assisted
Monaavi teach the twins. Priya also revealed Leeya's
efforts to help her breastfeed Malina.
Monaavi revealed the fact that Leeya was her confidant,
teacher and mentor in becoming a wife. Miko told her mother
that it was the love she saw in Leeya's eyes that was the
motivating factor in approaching us to join our family and
that Leeya has been her friend and mentor also.
Jun and Madoka looked around the table and Madoka said
something to Miko and her mother, turned to us and said
with a blush, "All of you women are so very, very beautiful."
All my wives blushed, giggled and with a bow of their
heads
replied, "Dona arigato."
Jun said something in Japanese, Madoka blushed,
playfully
slapped her mother's arm and exclaimed "Momma!"
Miko revealed that Jun was asking me if I might be
interested in marrying Madoka. Madoka was about the same
height and build as Miko only slightly fuller and had an
economics degree from Osaka Prefecture University.
I chuckled my reply saying, "It would be a great
honor to
consider it but I must respectfully decline such a
wonderful thought for two reasons, both having to do with
my faith. First, a Muslim cannot be married to two sisters
at the same time and second, I am allowed four wives and
Miko will be my fourth, making any further marriages impossible."
"Thank heavens for that!" Dad put in, "I
say that jokingly
Mrs. Ozawa, but even now, it's hard to understand how all
these women get along and live in such a loving
environment. It gets pretty hectic here with three, and
now, four mothers having and raising children."
Jun chuckled and replied, "Yes, I can see that.
It's hard
for me to understand how they all get along. Isn't there
jealousy among you?"
"No Ma'am," Priya explained, "As first wife,
I have the
duty to ensure all of our rights are respected, our needs
met and that we are all treated equally. Leeya, being
eleven, has the same rights as Monaavi at twenty-nine and
Miko at twenty-six and as I do at seventeen. Leeya is
second wife and her two sisters, Monaavi and Miko, must
defer to her in certain situations. As fourth wife, Miko's
input has as much weight as all of us in every decision we make."
"How about um…" Madoka asked, "Intimate
time together?"
Priya went on to explain the schedule to them and
although
it seemed strange, they were surprised at the methodical
way it ws arranged. Jun and Madoka were equally surprised
to find out that I had nothing to do with the schedule and
couldn't interfere or change things to suit my preference.
Jun revealed that when she first heard of our lifestyle,
she was concerned that it was only for the enjoyment and
pleasure of one man, being able to pick from his "harem" so
to speak. Now, she understands that we have a real, working
and loving family that has a uniquely different dynamic.
Jun asked about their culture and heritage: would we
encourage our children's education in Japanese language,
customs and culture? After Miko's explanation, I felt it
was now time to inspect Miko's wedding present. I surprised
everyone (except Mom and Dad) when I asked Jun and Madoka,
"Come. Let's take a walk and talk a little."
Miko asked, "Shouldn't I come along to
translate?"
"No," I replied innocently, "Madoka can
do just fine. We'll
be back soon."
As we rose from the table, Miko and my wives gave me a
confused look, as if to say, "What's going on?"
I escorted them out the back door and down the road to
the
barn. I showed them the barn with the horses and they were
surprised at our seemingly rich, idyllic life. I explained
that what she and Madoka were about to see, Miko had no
idea about and that even I would be seeing this for the
first time. I would present it to her as a wedding present
on our wedding day.
As we walked around the barn and down a small path,
hidden
by a grove of pines, we reached a bamboo gate hung on a
bamboo fence covered in climbing roses. On the gate hung a
sign with Japanese characters, and under it the English
translation that read, "May all who pass through this
portal find the peace and serenity that lies within us
all." I pushed the gate open and was taken aback in
astonishment by the sight we beheld.
Stepping inside, we were surrounded by blanketed fauna,
bushes and flowers of all colors and kinds: chrysanthemums,
roses, hyacinth and lilies to name a few. Along the path
were granite stepping-stones each with black-etched
Japanese characters that symbolized words like love,
family, four seasons and serenity. Shortly inside and to
the right, there was a pool about four feet around with a
three-tier black granite obelisk-type fountain in the
center that spilled over into the surrounding pool filled
with swimming, brightly colored koi carp. The pool washed
gracefully over some rocks and cascaded into a stream. We
walked along the path alongside the small stream and found
that it emptied into a giant pool about thirty feet in
diameter. Along the path were strategically placed Bonsai
trees and oriental lanterns to light the way, with a bench
in a lushly enclosed alcove for meditation. Scattered
around the garden were strategically planted cherry blossom
trees.
Just past the meditation bench was an arched, oriental
granite bridge that led over the stream to a path leading
to a replica of an Edo period open, four sided gazebo with
one corner of it jutting out over the pool. Looking at the
expanse, this garden appeared to cover an area of almost an
acre.
Jun and Madoka broke into in tears at the vision as they
walked the path and had to stop and sit at a meditation
bench in the gazebo, looking out over the pond. Madoka
translated her mother's joy by saying, "This too precious a
gift! Only privileged few in Japan have such place of peace
and harmony and this sight go straight to core of Japanese
spirit. Our God has shown favor on Miko and bring her full
circle to her roots. This mean more to me than all money in
world! You truly understand Japanese heart!"
Kneeling before my future mother-in-law, I asked,
"Does
this answer your question?"
Jun touched my cheek tenderly and answered, "Miko
found
home. She belong here with you."
I asked Madoka if she and her mother would like to
remain
for a while and if she knew the way back to the house. She
replied that they'd like to stay and that they could find
their way back. As I walked back to the house, I knew then
that if Miko's mother was so moved, Miko would be also.
When I entered the back door alone, everyone got
worried,
asking where Jun and Madoka were. I just replied that they
wanted to think a few things over and would be in shortly.
Have I said that Mom is a truly loving and accepting
person? Well, about tem minutes later the gate buzzer
announced another visitor. Looking at the security monitor,
I saw it was a UPS truck. I asked if anyone was expecting a
UPS delivery and Mom jumped up with a little girl's
excitement and exclaimed, "Oh goody! It's here!"
Knowing who the delivery was for, I buzzed open the
gate.
With child-like giddiness, Mom said, "Miko, here's your
first wedding surprise!"
The driver unloaded box after box after box: ten in all.
She signed for everything and we brought the booty to the
family room. Mom told Miko to hide her eyes.
She opened the first box and withdrew a beautiful
imperial
yellow kimono for a young girl. Mom said, "Here Leeya,
yellow's your favorite color."
She then opened the rest of the boxes to giggles and
fits
with Miko going crazy being kept in the dark. When all the
boxes were opened, She had Miko open her eyes. Standing
before her were Mom, my wives, Tina and the twins along
with Pita and Tiya standing before her wearing lavish silk
kimonos of every shade of the rainbow!
Miko "EEEK'ed" in surprise and broke out
laughing and
crying at the same time asking, "What's all this?
Everyone's wearing kimonos!"
"I believe," Mom answered, "That it's
important to accept
my son's wive's culture. When Priya, Leeya and Monaavi were
married, we wore saris. Since then, we've added a few girls
to the clan, but THIS time, we're going Japanese and
wearing kimonos!"
Just then, Jun and Madoka walked in, saw a room full of
kimono-clad females of all ages and broke into laughter.
Mom explained the whole story in that she had enlisted
Keiko, behind Miko's back, to come over and measure all the
women and girls. Mom then had them made in Japan and
shipped. Each kimono came complete with an obi (wide waist
belt) that had Velcro fasteners in the back and a butterfly
bow for the back and she'd even ordered white, split-toed
tabi socks and wooden sandals for everyone. They made one
mistake though: because Mom and Pita's were adult sizes,
they sent normal obi's that required tying in the back.
Jun stood and took the obi from my mother, began the
intricate task of tying it at Mom's back and said with a
coy smile, "Sean, you watch. You need learn. You need
undress bride on wedding night. You see how done so you can
undo (giggle and a blush)!"
EVERYONE giggled with Miko adding a bright pink blush.
Mom
opened the last, small box, withdrew and held up a tiny
dress that buttoned in the back and from the front, looked
like a tiny kimono: it was for Malina, complete with tiny
white tabi socks!
Jun and Madoka cried as they watched Miko break down in
tears. Mom hugged her to her and said, "You are a part of
us and we are a part of you. I have embraced my daughters'
Indian culture and I will embrace your Japanese culture as
well. We're all equal in God's eyes and in our home. We
love you Miko and this is just one way for us to show that."
"Oh Momma!" Miko sighed, "This means more
to me than you'll
ever know. Hahagimi, see? Can you see the love I've found?"
Jun held Miko and spoke softly to her. Miko cried a
little
harder as she heard her mother's words which ended with Jun
kissing Miko's lips.
"What did she say Miko?" Leeya asked.
"Momma said," Miko answered, "You've
finally learned the
lesson of true love. When all that's inside you aches with
desire to blossom like the planted seed thirsts to the
heavens for water to bloom, only when there's the love that
now resides in your heart can you truly understand the
dance of clouds and rain."
Mom explained that she'd arranged for the wedding feast,
a
complete wedding banquet with a modern Japanese menu and
prepared by a Japanese chef from Tokyo, which would take
place at the dining hall at the mosque facility, along with
the ceremony.
It was now that I learned that the plans for the wedding
day had changed with the arrival of Jun and Madoka. Leeya
was going to play the "little sister," teasing the groom's
family with the flowered baton but Madoka would now reclaim
that honor. With a ruler, Leeya showed Madoka what to do.
Since Keiko had been so helpful, she would remain as Miko's
attendant.
Since I wasn't allowed to see the bride until the
ceremony,
I would spend the night before at Miko's apartment so that
the women could dress without me around. Monaavi would give
up her room to Jun and Madoka as she'd done with Adib and
Salima.
Jun informed Mom that they'd booked a room at an Inner
Harbor hotel and that's where they'd left their luggage. I
got their hotel room key and left to go pick up their
things, pay for the day, and check them out.
I retuned home about six and everyone was out on the
deck,
sitting down to dinner. While I washed for supper, Pita
threw a rib eye on the grill for me. Dinner was festive with much conversation
and frivolity, as one would expect after a day of joy and happiness such
as this.
Jun and Madoka blushed and laughed at the retelling of
Miko's verbal prowess and my embarrassing loss at dinner
her second night here (minus the accident in my shorts). My
future mother-in-law surprised us all when she teasingly
asked me if I'd gotten my rear thrusters working in time
for the honeymoon.
Mom quipped, "I see the apple doesn't fall far from
the tree!"
"The hands and feet may grow cold with age,"
Jun parried
coyly, "But the fire still burns in the stove. Yes?"
"A woman after my own heart," Mom agreed
lifting her glass
of tea in salute.
Out of curiosity I asked Jun, "Do they really stir
fry
lettuce in Japan?"
"Why certainly," she replied, "In a thick
soy and sesame
sauce on a high heat. Why"
"Just checking," I replied with a smirk.
"Thick sauce
indeed!" I thought to myself.
"Sean, I think," Dad remarked in observation,
"That we're
grossly outnumbered. It's a conspiracy, a bloomin'
conspiracy I tell ya!"
After dinner, I asked Jun and Madoka if they'd like to
join
us in evening prayer and they were pleased to be invited.
Although our new prayer group members were inquisitive
about our method of prayer with bowing and praying out
loud, after a few moments of observation, they settled in
and prayed silently with Miko.
The next day after breakfast, Mom and Miko, along with
Jun
and the girls, went to the airport in a company limo where
they picked up the chef and two staff members, took them to
the hall and showed them the facilities. They went over the
food order and menu, and after making the final plans, took
them to the hotel. If ANYONE could plan a Japanese Muslim
wedding, it would be Mom. I went to the office as usual and
finished up with my schedule in preparation for a week off.
That night at dinner, Jun revealed that she was in a
quandary about whether to continue living with her husband
or leave him. Mom told her that this was a decision only
she could make and not to make it lightly, but trust is the
key to a marriage. Once broken, some can overcome and
repair the damage, some can't.
Madoka did say that she'd like to find a job in the US
and
being the dutiful, nepotistic brother-in-law I am, hired
her on the spot and offered her a job in the finance
department. Once Miko and I were married, Madoka could take
over Miko's apartment.
Then came the issue of driving. Once the dust settled on
the discussion, it was agreed that Madoka, Priya and
Monaavi would take a driver's Ed course and get their
licenses. Dad rolled his eyes and remarked, "Here we go
again! This time it's not rings, it's cars!"
Mom quipped, "What the hell John, its only
money."
"Only MY money," Dad rebutted.
Priya and Monaavi were giddy about learning to drive.
Dad
again remarked, "I gonna hate to see the insurance bill!"
"Oh hush up John," Mom scolded, "You old
fuddy duddy."
The only other additions to the guest list besides Jun
and
Madoka were Abby and George. The Imam at the mosque was
only too happy to provide two clerics to act as witnesses.
Again the conversation returned to cultures. After hearing
some of the customs and culture of India from Priya and
Monaavi, Miko explained that Japanese culture, especially
regarding courting and marriage, has recently become very
westernized and open. The old traditions are still usually
practiced during ceremonies such as weddings however. She
explained the differences in Asian culture by saying that
in Korea, young girls are much more innocent and guarded
from sex than in Japan and that in a Korean wedding,
there's much bowing and deference from the groom to his in-
laws.
After sharing their Indian wedding details with Miko and
her family, Miko went on to explain the symbolism behind a
Japanese bride's wedding attire, which is made entirely of
expensive silk. She explained that the uchikake tradition
began in the Edo period, in the fourteenth century, and was
only worn by the court nobility because of the cost.
The Japanese wedding attire is actually two kimonos: a
white, richly hand embroidered kimono called a shiro-maku:
shiro meaning white and maku meaning pure. First, because
movement is restricted in a kimono, the white tabi socks
are put on. Then a two-piece undergarment called a naga
jubin is put on. Just the edge of the collar shows in the
front and back under the shiro-maku to create a layered
effect. Next comes the shiro-maku. The white kimono is put
on, wrapping the right side around the body and bringing
the left side over the front. It is then tied in front with
the first of three obis, or belts, called a koshi-himo obi,
which is a complementary color to the uchikake. Then the
date-jime obi is tied over the other. Then the formal, wide
obi is wrapped around the waist and intricately tied in
back. The uchikake is a brilliantly colored and detailed
kimono and is worn open in the front the same as a full-
length jacket. It is richly dyed and hand painted with
various flowers, cranes and nature motifs.
As in western tradition, there are items worn to bring
good
luck. These consist of a purse-like sack called a hekosako
and a small, sheathed knife-like sword called a kaikan. To
finish, she wears in her obi a fan, which she opens
gradually during the ceremony symbolizing the spreading of
happiness and thus brings a happy future to her home. Once
fully dressed, the bride slips into her embroidered zon
sandals, her attire complete.
The bride's hair is done up formally in a traditional
style
called bunkin-takashmada and adorned with beautiful combs
and accessories called kanzashi and have two horns on the
top of her head symbolizing her selfish, prideful self. The
white wedding hood or flat-type hat called a tsuno kakushi
hides the "horns" during the ceremony to symbolize her vow
to execute her duties as a wife with obedience, patience
and serenity.
It all sounded so intricate and complicated and yet very
simplistic in it's symbolism.
I was then informed that I was being kicked out of the
house right after breakfast. I was to take my skirt and
kimono to Miko's and wait it out. The women were going to
the hall to make sure all the details were taken care of
and they had to prepare the victim for her ceremonial
impaling (hee, hee). Having not been alone since college, I
whined, "Well what about dinner, does the groom have to
starve or something?"
"See what I mean girls," Mom chided,
"Wuuu-aaay! Feed me
Mommy!"
Dad wasn't any help because he proffered, "There's
always
McDonalds, Son."
"Yeah thanks Dad, I snorted, "For all the
support."
"Seriously Sean," Mom revealed, "We'll be
going out to
dinner early tomorrow. Just meet us at Pierce's tomorrow at
five, OK?"
"Whew," I answered in relief, "Now that's
more like it."
We said prayers late due to all the conversation. It
being
Leeya's night, Miko and Madoka shared Leeya's room, giving
Jun the bed all to herself. When everyone had left, the
little nudist was undressed and in bed in no time.
Leeya lay in the middle of the bed languidly stroking
her
labia with a smile. Rubbing my hands together I said, "Oh
goody! A tasty little morsel to sample!"
I crawled up next to her and she kissed me passionately.
She broke the kiss, leaned back against the headboard and
said nonchalantly, "We gotta do things differently tonight."
My interest piqued I asked, "And how's that?"
"Well," she began, "Priya, Monaavi and I
were thinking.
And… we decided that in order for Miko to get the most out
of her wedding night, you should build up your juice."
"I see," I sensed a conspiracy brewing,
"So why the come-on?"
"I don't have to save any juice," she
pointed out cutely.
"I see," I inquired, "So what do you
propose?"
"What's that you called it?" She asked
innocently, "Oh
yeah: a one-way?"
"You snotty little harlot!" I castigated,
"How's it feel to want?"
"Tasty enough to get," she replied coyly.
"You know I'll have blue balls tomorrow, don't
you?" I
pointed out.
"Yeah," Leeya quipped with a childish giggle,
"But you'll
sure sperm her good, won't cha?"
"Want some honey?" She asked sweetly.
"Sure," I answered with a grin, "I could
use the protein."
"Well come on big boy," Leeya challenged,
"Tingle me good
and give a couple of BIG gasms!'
"Greedy little wench aren't you?" I asked.
"Well," she reminded me, "You told me to
always tell you
what I want; and besides, I gotta wait a week to have another."
"Can't have that now," I inquired, "Can
we?"
"Oh no," Leeya agreed, "That won't do at
all. Now pamper me
please with some tingles?"
"Mmmmm," I replied as I kissed her.
When our passionate kiss broke, I began kissing her all
over her face and neck. I gently squeezed her left budding
breast and felt a few drops of moisture on my fingers. I
dropped to her chest and engulfed her left breast in my
mouth and began to nurse. Her milk was truly sweet as honey
and I drank lavishly at her twin peaks.
Leeya arched her back, feeding her breast into my mouth
and
sighed, "Oh Sean, I love you so much."
Enfolding my head in her hands, she looked down at me
nursing and said softly, "I love nursing you Sean, more
than feeding Malina. I just can’t tell you how much I love you."
Leaving her left breast for the right, I drank my fill
'til
she had no more to give. Leeya held me tight to her and her
breathing began to deepen, gasping every now and then at
the tingles she was receiving moaning out, "Yes! Tingles,
lots of tingles!"
I licked down her sternum to her naval and dipped my
tongue
in for a sample, which elicited a tiny gasp from her. I
moved to her mons and sensually twirled her few fine hairs
with my tongue playfully. I slowly peeled open her petals;
she was bright pink inside and copiously wet. Leeya's aroma
was musky and strong, yet deliciously intoxicating.
As I licked up her ambrosia, Leeya gently thrust her
pelvis
up into my mouth moaning "Oh God yes! Your tongue is magical!"
I sucked in her tingle button, hood and all, circling it
with the tip of my tongue. Leeya was now panting and
pumping herself into my mouth rhythmically I then took her
tingle button softly between my teeth and gently pulled.
Leeya pulled her hips back into the bed, gave a huge
gasp
and cried out a guttural "Uuuhh!" and went off.
She spasmed and grunted "Mmmm!" with each
shudder, pulling
me into her as she looked down, gasping through her
shudders, "So good! So, so good!"
I backed off, rubbing her vulva as she came down. Not
letting her fully recover, I grabbed her ankles and pulled
them up against the back of her thighs. Leeya hooked her
arms around the back of her thighs, lewdly presenting
herself to me.
"Lick my poopy!" she ordered through her
pants.
Teasing her, I licked up and down her perineum several
times, staying away from her vulva or her anus. Leeya
squeaked and said, "Please Sean, don't tease me!"
I licked up the seepage from her weeping hole and began
to
rim her little brown pucker. As she climbed the mountain
again, with each flex of her pelvis I could feel her back
door wink. I penetrated her slowly as she relaxed her
sphincter and plunged in when it gave way about two inches.
"Oh God!" She gasped, "I felt that deep
inside me!"
I slowly began to tongue fuck her nether hole and she
was
working her hips in time with my thrusts. Trying to curl my
tongue inside her, Leeya panted, "Gonna do it soon; gonna gasm!"
I increased the speed of my tongue thrusts and she
heated
up. I added my hand and began to slowly rub her mons and
worked my finger into her slick crease. Then, as I brushed
my fingertip over the tip of her pleasure button, Leeya
squealed out, "Yeeeeeees!"
When she locked up, she squeezed my tongue so tightly
she
pushed me out. Leeya gave two big gasps and continued to
shudder as I dragged my tongue up her crease. Not letting
up, I began circling her little clitty button and slowly
inserted my finger inside her, looking for that "G" spot.
As I rubbed the spongy top of her preteen pussy, Leeya
was
now hyperventilating and emitting a soft, steady whine. I
then began to attack her tingle button in earnest and she
was pumping her hips rapidly as she peaked. I pressed
upward hard with my finger against her spongy pad.
Leeya gasped and shuddered twice, violently thrust her
pelvis upwards with a loud "Aaaaahhh!" and fainted.
I was so worked up; hard enough to cut diamonds and I
wanted to jerk off, coating her with my pent-up desire!
Instead, I went to the bathroom and warmed a cloth for
my
preteen wife. When I returned, Leeya's eyes were still
unfocused and she was still having aftershocks. I covered
her breast and began to lightly suckle but she pushed me
away saying, "No, too much!"
I gently wiped her face, then cleaned my tiny lover's
vulva. Leeya emitted a soft "Mmmmm, that's nice." And
closed her eyes again.
I let her be and come to her senses at her own pace as I
gently enfolded her in my arms. Leeya rolled over on top of
me with her head on my chest breathing deeply. I gently
rubbed her back soothingly and she melted herself to me.
After minutes of silence, Leeya softly said, "Every
time I
die a little, I'm born again loving you more."
Leeya hugged me tenderly and added, "You have no
idea Sean
how deeply I love you."
"I can't say it in words," I replied sweetly,
"But I can
feel it in my heart. I love you so deeply Leeya, words
cannot suffice."
"Thank you, Sean, for marrying me," she
professed, "And
making me feel so beautiful and loved."
"It is I who am indebted to you little one," I
confessed,
"You've taught me so much about love, I would never be what
I am without you."
"Hold me now, like always," Leeya cuddled,
"And let me
dream of you. Goodnight my prince."
"Goodnight princess."
Continued in Chapter 92…
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