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Child Brides of India
By C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 20: Looking ahead (Mg, rom, cons, oral, anal,
ws)
For the next week, things were good for Priya, Sarah and
Haseeba… and outwardly for me too. Priya's studies were
back on track and Sarah had been bringing home Haseeba's
homework and helping her catch up, with Priya occasionally
pitching in. I was going to the office everyday now, and
getting into a routine.
Dad was really force-feeding me details he wanted me to
know so that he could get back to the States. Mom was going
to stay on for a while and teach Priya how to run the
house, the staff, and how to plan functions as the need
arose.
I sometimes felt like I was walking around in a fog, my
thoughts clouded by the fantasy I'd played out using my
Priya as a surrogate for my lust. Wracked with guilt and
remorse, I sometimes just sat in my office or a bathroom
stall and cried. I wondered if I could ever look at Priya
again and see her, not some hideous illusion. Would I again
be able to love my wife as my wife? Could I ever hope to
find relief from my torment and be content with one child
like Mohammad? Aisha was his one, true love and in death,
his only regret was leaving her behind.
I pondered these things in grief and clung to the one
shred
of sanity I had left; my love for my little light chocolate
colored bride. "Oh how I love you, my Beloved!" I would
pine, "Help me my darling, save me from myself lest I loose
you too."
Priya was beginning to notice and become fearful;
fearful
that I was losing my faith and love for her because of HER
demon. I would play the pissing games for her demon's need
and pleasure and I was happy, in a crazy sort of way that I
could at least make her happy and feel accepted. If only
she could accept and help me with mine…
Whenever she would shudder through a climax or delight
at
having sated her beast, I knew the feeling of satiating the
beast and the blissful peace of being left alone until the
next time he came calling.
Her love was my beacon through the fog, and I sailed my
crippled ship toward its beckoning beacon. My only hope was
that I didn't flounder on the reef so close to the
comforting port of her heart.
I drew strength from the memory of the first time I
looked
into Priya's dark, obsidian black eyes and the enveloping
warmth and love I so longed to wrap myself with; that was
my hope. Without hope, there is only a mindless existence
like a ship relentlessly battered by an endless typhoon. "I
need you so much, but I dare not reveal the blackness that
resides within me," I would cry.
And then I thought of the words of the Imam…. "…
Deep in
her heart you will find your bride, search it out." I
thought good thoughts to bolster my strength. Her
'chocolate blushes,' her beautiful smile and the love she
gave so freely of herself. She'd done the right thing and
shared her demon with me, knowing it was bigger that
herself; why couldn't I?
Haseeba had been living at Adib's with Sarah for a week,
and it was now time for her to return to
school. She was
very apprehensive and didn't want to go back and face
everyone, but Priya reassured her that she wouldn't have to
face things alone.
That Monday, Priya and I picked up Sarah and Haseeba and
headed for school. When we arrived, Haseeba didn't want to
leave the car, but Priya said to her, "Don't be afraid,
Sarah and I will not leave your side. If anyone tries to
taunt you, we'll be there to defend you."
Haseeba's eyes were about to overflow when she said,
"Do
you promise, you won't leave me to the wolves?"
Priya smiled and said to her, "We've brought you
this far
haven't we? You can depend on us. Just have some faith and
trust in us, OK?"
"OK."
With that, I opened the car door and they climbed out.
Once
outside the car, Sarah and Priya flanked Haseeba arm-in-arm
and started for the school door. People were gathered in
clusters and watched wide-eyed with mouths agape as all
three approached them.
One of the girls, looking at Haseeba with disgust,
started
to say something to her when Priya looked her dead in the
eyes and said, "Not a word. Haseeba's my friend and no one
is going to abuse her." With that, they walked through the
doors and into school.
I had a deep sense of pride in my wife, she'd shown me
in a
very short time that she was so much stronger than I, and I
was slowly destroying myself inside and fighting a losing
battle. The self-loathing was only reinforced by the fact
that I now knew the depth of my own depravity. I couldn't
get that descriptive phrase out of my mind and I was
continually haunted by it every time I heard the beast
taunt me, whispering 'Child fucker.'
I sat in the car, pleading my prayer of supplication to
Allah for my release from bondage. The walls of my mind
were slowly collapsing in around me. I prayed for a sign,
any kind of sign that would end my torment.
Surprisingly, by the time I got to the office, I felt
better and even began to get things done. I ate a light
lunch in my office and kept working. The activity seemed to
keep my mind off of my troubles.
After work, I waited outside school for about 5 minutes
for
the girls to come out. All three exited as they had gone
in: arm-in-arm with Priya and Sarah flanking a more relaxed
Haseeba.
When they got in the car, Haseeba told her friends,
"Thank
you so much! I've never known what it's like to have true
friends who would help me face my fears. Looking back, it
was worth the pain I endured to have found such friendship
in my life."
Her words stung me. Everyone around me was coping with
their demons by sharing their presence with someone of
trust, when am I going to grow up and do the same?
Ramadan was upon us and Priya and I devoted ourselves to
a
month of fervent prayer. Priya's was marked with open,
joyous praise for having followed her heart and saving a
soul. Mine was fraught with silent pleading for relief that
left me mentally and emotionally exhausted.
All of this didn't go unnoticed, and at dinner one
night,
Mom asked me, "Are you alright Sean? You've been looking
like you're struggling with something."
Priya and Dad looked at me and I replied, "Yes Mom,
I'm
fine. I guess I'm a little overwhelmed by having to force
feed myself with so much in such a short time. I'm getting
over it slowly, and I'll be fine."
With a worried look, Dad asked me, "Do you want me
to delay
leaving for the states for while, I will if you want."
"No Dad," I replied, "I'll be fine. Keep
to your schedule
and leave next week as planned." Trying to deflect their
worry, I added, "Besides, I've got the 152 brainiac here to
keep me straight." Priya giggled along with Mom and Dad and
with that, it seemed to close the subject.
Things went pretty smoothly for the week. Haseeba was
back
in the groove at school with Sarah and Priya's help, and I
was getting more done at the office. Mom and Priya went
over Priya's new duties as the woman of the house and she
was slowly learning to manage the household along with her
studies.
It was a tearful day at the airport when we saw Dad off,
especially for him. He held Priya in his arms and tearfully
said to her, "I am going to miss you terribly, my child.
You know I love you as my own daughter, don't you?"
Looking up over his chest, she sweetly replied,
"Don't cry
Father, I'm a chip off the 'ole block, right? Besides,
you'll get to welcome me back in the US when I get my visa,
right?"
Dad hugged her tight and kissed the top of her head and
said, "Give your father a big kiss goodbye."
Priya jumped up and flung her arms around his neck, and
as
he held her up, she kissed him full on the lips. He set her
down with tears in his eyes and turned to my mom. He held
her tenderly and said, "I love you now, more than at any
other time in my life! Take good care of them and I'll see
you soon." He then kissed her passionately.
Dad looked at me and said, "Take good care of the
women in
our family, I'm counting on you."
"You can count on it, Dad,” I told him. We hugged,
he kissed
me on the cheek and we shook hands goodbye. He then picked
up his bag, turned and walked to the gate.
Mom and Priya cried most of the way home from the
airport.
When we got home, we somberly lounged at the dining room
table and talked.
Mom said to Priya, "I look at you and I can't help
but be
so very proud of how much you've grown and matured these
past two months!"
Priya gave a nice chocolate blush and said, "I
couldn't
have done it without Allah's help and the love of my
husband, as well as that of you and Father. In some ways, I
love you more than my own mother."
Mom started to cry as she smiled and replied, "You
are the
daughter I never had. I've never told anyone this, but
after Sean was born, I developed cysts on my ovaries and
couldn't have any more children. I so wanted a girl, and
there was always an empty spot in my heart for a girl."
Looking at me, she continued, "I've loved you Sean,
with
every breath I take, but my heart still pined for a girl."
Looking back at Priya, she placed her hand on hers and
said, "And now God has given you to me."
Priya rose and went to her, hugging Mom to her breast.
Mom
hugged her tightly as Priya comforted her. We all cried at
this tender moment.
My spirit was uplifted by the knowledge that Allah had
indeed ordained my marriage to this remarkable chocolate
colored pixie, and that many seemingly unanswered prayers
were finally heard that one night back in June.
Over the next several months, Priya not only kept to her
academic timetable, she learned to take command of our home
under the watchful and caring eye of my mother. She also
helped Haseeba with her studies occasionally and began, at
the persistent pestering of her impish cousin, to spend one
night a week at her uncle's, teaching little Aleeya
English.
Allah had answered my plea for help and I was given a
reprieve from my inner beast. I was now totally immersed in
the running of our plant, and I began to institute some
fair labor practices into our operation. At first, Dad was
worried about the cost, but as productivity began to rise
he admitted it was the right thing to do.
It was now mid December and at dinner one night, Mom
softly
said, "Sean, Priya, now that it seems Priya has total
control of your home, I think it's time for me to return to
my husband."
I looked down in sadness; Priya dropped her fork and,
with
her hands over her face, began to cry.
Leaning over, Mom started rubbing her back and said,
"There, there now, don't cry. I'm sure you can understand
what it must feel like if you were separated from Sean. I
miss John and he needs me. Remember what I told you about
men needing nose wipes and cuddles?"
Priya gave a halting chuckle and resumed crying while
Mom
continued, "Well, Father is in dire need of some nose wipes
and cuddles… and I miss him so."
Priya cried out, "Oh Mom, I feel my heart breaking.
Another
door is closing in my life, and I love you so! On one hand,
I feel proud that you've taught me to be a good wife and
how to take care of my husband, but also I will miss your
gentle loving guidance and support."
Leaning over and taking her hand, Mom began to stroke it
saying, "Priya, look at me." She waited for Priya to obey.
When Priya was looking at her with tearful eyes, Mom
continued, "Do you remember what I told you the morning
after your wedding day? That I would always be there for
you, no matter what?"
Priya sniffled and nodded.
"I will!" Mom said, "Just because I'm not
here to tell you
what already you know how to do, I am only a phone call
away. Day or night, it doesn't matter when, I'll always be
there for you.
You have flowered into a beautiful young woman! You may
only be eleven, but you are a good and faithful wife. You
put your husband and marriage above all else. You manage
your home with love. You have goals and have your
priorities straight. Don't you realize that many women two
or three times your age haven't learned how to do what
comes naturally to you? What more can I teach you?
Continuing, Mom said, "Always remember sweetheart,
when you
become a mother, your job will be to teach your children to
leave you. I know that may seem cruel, but to truly love
your children, you have to give them the skills to leave
and start their own lives, just as your parents have done
with you. Don't you realize that your love and marriage to
Sean has already given birth to a new life? Look at
Haseeba. You have given birth to a new life for her and
you're teaching her to move on and find her own happiness.
You cannot lock someone you love away in a cage - no
matter
whether it's gilded or not. You have to do the most painful
thing you'll ever do and let them go. If you've done right,
they will return to you; not out of bondage or obligation,
but out of the love you've given them.
You are a woman of faith. Haven't you learned that God
never closes any doors in your life? He closes a window,
casting the room into darkness. He's telling YOU to open
the door to the next step in your life and walk into the
sunlight. You can choose to remain in the dark, stuck in
your life floundering, or you can open the door and move on
to what new blessings God has in store for you.
I have a confession to make. When you left here that
first
night, I lay in bed and wondered what would happen in my
life having a dark skinned daughter-in-law: could I accept
that? Could I be as brave as you've been to deal with the
prejudices and hurt? But over the months, I prayed and
watched you flower from a precocious little girl into a
beautiful young woman.
I was reading the Bible one night and read the passage
that
when you are conceived, God wondrously fashions you with
His own hands. No one else in the world is exactly like
you; you are that special in His eyes. God gave you your
dark skin to make you strong. Strong enough to be ready for
the gift of love He placed in your heart for Sean. God then
opened my eyes to your true beauty. And I said, 'Damn the
world and what they think. You are God's gift to me and I
cherish you.
I would never leave you if I felt in my heart that you
weren't ready to go on and live your new life with your
husband. I want to see your twelfth birthday, so I'll stay
until then. We still have a few weeks together, so don't
fret, my child. I'm here for a little while longer, but my
job here is done and I have to get on with my life with MY
husband."
Chuckling, Mom added, "You know Father; he can
throw such
temper tantrums when he's left to his own devices for too
long."
Priya managed a sniffled giggle and she looked at Mom
with
pure love in her eyes. She jumped from her chair into my
mother's arms hugging her and said sweetly to her, "I love
you, Mommy!"
Crying, Mom softly said to her, "And I love you
too."
We tried to finish dinner, but Priya would take a few
bites
and then begin crying again. Mom finally patted her hand
and said, "Eat your veggies, Sweetie, they'll make your
boobies grow!"
Priya sniffled again and giggling replied, "But
Sean likes
my little boobies, don't you?"
Smiling back at her I said, "I sure do! Anything
more than
a mouthful is a waste."
Mom, being her usual stinker self put in, "Well,
then I
guess that means your father surely has a big mouth!"
Leave it to Mom to end things with a joke.
After dinner, none of us were in the mood for TV or a
movie, so we all said goodnight and went to our respective
bedrooms.
Priya and I silently undressed and got in bed. Priya
laid
herself in her favorite position, half draped over my side
with her leg across my thigh.
She looked up at me and said, "I'm sure gonna miss
Mom, but
I'll always have you, right?"
"Always," I said, "I could never leave
you. You are my
salvation."
"Salvation from what?"
"From whatever comes along. You know you're
stronger than
I."
"Whatever you need saving from, you'll never have
to face
anything in life alone; ever."
I rolled her over onto her back and kissed her with
tender
passion, cupped her left breast and started to massage her
nipple. She moaned a soft "Mmmmm. I can feel it tingle in
my toes." I slowly let my hand wander over her body, just
taking in her softness, her dainty features.
Time waits for no one and so it is with puberty. As I
moved
my hand down to her mons, I could feel more hairs growing
there. I said to her, "You're growing more hair."
She untwined herself from my arms and looked down and
nodded. She cupped her hands under her tiny breasts and
said, "But I won't change much up here. My breasts are like
my mothers. She has these funny looking protruding
nipples."
I told her, "They're called 'puffy' nipples. Most
girls
lose them when they mature."
She looked at her breasts and then back up to me and
replied, "Well, Mom's are a little bigger than mine, but
our nipples are the same shape."
Still rubbing her mons, I said, "I wish you
wouldn't grow
hair though, I love the feel of your bare pubes: it feels
as soft as cashmere."
She looked up at me and asked softly, "You'd like
me to
stay as a child, wouldn't you."
It was a statement, not a question. Did she have an
inkling? Did she suspect all along?
I smiled and softly said, "Yes, yes I do."
She turned on her side, and propped her head in her arm
and
asked, "Do you want me to get rid of all my hair for you?
Forever?"
"Would you?"
"Yes, I would."
"Forever?"
"I'll have it removed forever if that's what you
want."
"It is. You are so beautiful to me the way you are
now, I'd
hate to see you change."
Priya looked down between us silent for a moment and
asked,
"Sean?"
"Yes?"
"Do you love me more than anything else in the
world?"
I quickened and looked at her for a moment and replied,
"More than anything or anyone."
"Are we bonded together forever?"
"Priya, why do you ask? Neither God nor the devil
can
separate us. Your love is my life's blood. Not tomorrow or
the day after, never. Even death cannot separate us."
"From the first moment our eyes met, I knew this
was
ordained by Allah. Please Sean, make love to me."
With that, she lay back down on her back and took me in
her
arms, pulling me with her. I kissed her deeply and began to
rub her shoulder. I caressed her neck and down to her
sternum and back up to her upper chest, and her skin began
to get goose bumps. I continued my light touches and moved
my hand to her armpit and under her left breast, coming to
a stop when I cupped her breast tenderly in my hand.
With the pads of my fingers, I traced circles around her
bulbous bud and coaxed her nipple to erection. She moaned a
pleasured sigh into my mouth and her tiny hand sought out
my member. She enfolded it gently and with a light touch,
she began to stroke me up and down. She'd tickle the head
with the pads of her fingers for a moment and go back to
pumping me.
I latched onto her left breast, holding just her bulbous
protrusion in my mouth while I swirled my tongue around her
areola and end each swirl by flicking my tongue over the
top of her hardened nipple. I finished by sucking in her
entire breast. I relished its softness, the fact that all
of it would fit in my mouth. I could feel the end of her
nipple tickling the back of my mouth.
It's funny how the mind plays tricks on the brain,
because
each time I suckled at her breasts, there was a sweetness,
almost as if I could taste her milk. Her smell is divine:
soft, light and intoxicating.
I released her left breast to administer to her right
the
same lavish attention I had given her left. She arched her
back slightly, offering me her budding gift and softly
moaned out, "Oh God Sean, I love you so much!"
As I feasted at her breasts, my hand made its way to her
center. Priya was copiously wet, and began to immediately
rotate her hips, matching the rhythm of my touches. My
middle finger slipped easily into her folds and I picked up
her juices with my finger, dragging her lubrication up to
her exposed clitty. As I traced circles around her tiny
bud, she would quiver and occasionally gasp "Oh my God!"
Not wanting to bring her off just yet, I left her tingle
button and traced a line through her crease, then slowly
down her perineum to her back door. I traced her little
star with my finger, and she responded by thrusting her
hips upward, trying to coax me in. After teasing her for a
few moments, I applied gentle pressure to her anus and
pushed inside about two inches. She shuddered and in a
lustful groan said, "I'm such a nasty girl, I love the feel
of you in my ass!"
I simply held my finger in her nether hole while she
fucked
herself up and down on it. I left her right breast, and
while still keeping my finger impaled in her ass, crawled
down and began to lick her vulva. I licked up her flowing
nectar and headed north to her clit. I stopped at her
urethra and sucked the little hole into my mouth hard. I
took her by surprise because she gave a deep guttural
"Uuuhhh" and came suddenly and hard. She jerked her pelvis
up, impaling another inch of my finger in her rectum,
painfully squeezing my finger and squealed as she spasmed
twice before falling back to the bed. My dick was so hard
it was throbbing in pain!
Priya was heavily panting through her nose when she
opened
her eyes I saw her expression of pure lust. She looked at
me as if possessed and said like a tigress hunting her
prey, "Fuck me! Fuck my little girl pussy. Fuck me NOW
Sean."
I arose over her and plunged into her in a single
thrust.
Her pussy was scalding! She was so hot it felt as though
she was on fire. She locked her legs behind my back,
wrapped her arms around me pulling herself up to embrace me
and, biting my shoulder, growled a guttural "Mmmmpphh."
I couldn't move; she'd contracted her vaginal muscles so
tightly she locked me in place. The sudden impaling must
have triggered another orgasm, because with me still locked
in her velvety tube, she just flexed her cervix over the
head of my cock in jerking flinches that lasted about ten
seconds.
When she relaxed, I began slow, deep thrusts, of about
four
inches, and each time I'd bump her cervix, she'd grunt out
a "Uuuhh."
Priya was now looking directly into my eyes with the
look
of a hungry animal, and saying, "You like my baby pussy?"
"Yes! I love it!"
"Do you like fucking your little girl wife?"
Slapping my balls against her ass, I cried out,
"Yes, I
love it. So wet, so soft, so hot and tight, yes I love
you!"
She was gripping me so tight on the withdrawal it was
starting to rub my dick raw, but I couldn't stop! I looked
into her lustful glare and said, "I want to crawl inside
you!"
Her eyes softened and she relaxed her gripping, but
continued to match my strokes and said, "Forever bonded. I
love you Sean."
At that moment, I again felt our spirits were as one. I
felt my nuts draw up in my stomach and my legs began to
tighten. I threw my head back and with one final piercing
plunge, began to shoot off inside her as I screamed out "Oh
God, I can't live without you!" Once, twice, three times: I
just kept pulsing my load into her with jerking thrusts.
Priya had hugged herself to me with her head in the nape
of
my neck. I could feel her tears on my shoulder as she came
with me and hissed out "Yesss!" Fill me! Give me the
burning fire of your love."
I collapsed on top of her and began crying. Her tiny
frame
was completely buried under me. I held her tight and rolled
over onto my back, with us still joined together. Priya
brought her knees up alongside my chest, and began rocking
her pelvis slowly as she stroked my face saying, "You're
home, and you’re deep inside me where you belong."
I cried out, "My very breath depends on your
love!"
"I know, my love. I've known from the start. You
are my
blonde haired, blue eyed big baby, and I'll always take
care of you."
"I'll die without you."
"And I also, don't you know that?"
"No matter what happens, you are my soul
mate."
We're not soul mates, silly, we're one soul."
"I like that, I take real comfort in that."
"It's ordained, and our vows shall never be broken.
I need
you Sean; I so desperately need you. I need what only you
can give me."
"I'll always give you what you need. Always."
The whole time we were talking, Priya was rocking her
hips
and now I was rock hard again. She felt it, smiled and said
in a devilish voice, "I have another hole you can fill."
With that, she reached between her legs and picked up
some
of our combined discharge and began to apply it to her
little star. She slowly rose, and grabbed my coated member
and placed it at her nether hole.
Bearing down, she grunted and the head slipped inside
her
rectum. With her hands on my chest, she began to slowly
pump her impaled ass up and down until her butt cheeks
rested on my thighs. She repositioned her legs under her
and squatted, fully impaled.
Priya moved her hands to her knees and began to ride my
cock bareback in her ass. She looked at me with a devilish
grin as she pumped and said, "I'm such a nasty girl, I love
you in my ass, I love to feel you so deep in deep in my
bowels, I can feel you in my throat. God, I love it! Do you
like being nasty with me?"
"Yesss! I love your hot tight little ass!"
"Every time we do this, it feels like you're
splitting me
open, so naughty, so gooood!" She growled out
Priya flung her head back and shook her blue-black mane,
as
like a tigress exclaiming victory over a fresh kill, as she
humped her ass on my cock with a guttural "Uuuhhhh" every
time her butt cheeks touched my thighs.
As she rose up and down, squatting with her hands on her
knees, she looked at me with lust and barked, "Burn my
insides, come for me. Come for me, Sean."
With each stroke her eyes never left mine and in unison
with her movements, she'd glare at me and said, "Cum… Cum…
Cum…"
Me eyes went from hers to her asshole and back. I could
see
her anal ring pull out as she rose and push back inward as
she sank down. With each fall, I'd thrust up into her with
quick sharp jabs. She was so hot I could feel it in my
groin as her body came in contact with mine.
With her mane hanging down over her chest, it touched my
pubic area every time she hit bottom. She kept her lustful
glare and repeated "Cum for me. Burn my insides! Cum for
me, damn it, cum!"
My nuts pulled up and I started to swell. Priya slammed
her
ass down hard and locked her sphincter. It ached from
trying to force my ejaculate past the restriction, but the
release on the other side was explosive! I grunted and
thrust up with force four times, firing a salvo each time
off into her with a roar. She shuddered and clasped me
saying, "Oh God! I'm cumming so fucking hard! So hot!"
I looked up at the ceiling, the room was spinning and I
was
panting hard trying to catch my breath. When I looked at
Priya, still impaled with all seven inches of me inside
her, she sat in a squat with her hands around her calves
and her head down between her knees. She just kept
clinching and releasing her muscles while emitting a low,
barely audible, whine.
When she'd recovered her breath, she looked at me and
said,
"You don't know what you do to me!" She then put her head
back down and continued clinching me with her sphincter.
Looking at her with a nasty smile, I asked her,
"Are you
ready to receive your gift?"
She slowly looked up, confused at first, then got an
evil
smile on her face and whispered, "Do it! Pee for me!"
With her eyes locked on mine, and that same evil grin, I
slowly released my bladder and began to fill her colon. Her
eyes rolled back in her head. As soon as she felt the heat
of my discharge, her legs immediately began to quiver in
time with her anal ring and she went into a continuous
orgasm, with a soft wavering cry. She put her hands under
her belly and I started to see it swell slightly. She
looked down to see herself swelling, and then back at me.
She had the look of the demon in her eyes, and in a voice
I'd never heard before, she glared at me saying, "Mmmmfff,
I Love it! Oh God how I love it! It feels like my whole
insides are scalding. I'm about to burst and it hurts, but
don't stop! So nasty! So, so nasty! I'm such a nasty girl;
I'm your nasty little girl aren't I Sean?"
"Yes, you're my nasty little girl, my
beloved."
When I slowed and finally stopped, her anal ring was
still
quivering and her legs began to shake from the effort of
trying to retain me, and everything I'd deposited in her.
I guess the internal pressure and the fear of loosing
control kept her in a continuous orgasm, because she just
glared at me with the look of the beast and said, "I have
dreamed about doing this for a long time. I'm so very
depraved!"
Finally sated, she locked her anal ring painfully around
me
and carefully and slowly moved her legs down along my sides
and laid herself down on my chest. I felt her heaving
slightly and wetness on my chest. She was quietly crying. I
stroked her hair as she lay there on top of me still
quivering.
I told her, "Keep yourself closed tightly,"
and I rolled
her onto her back. I then said to her, "Lock your legs
around my back," and she did.
I scooted us down to the edge of the bed and picked her
up,
still impaled with my dick still inside her, and carried
her to the shower. I stepped in, and started to pull myself
out of her when she said, "Wait. It still feels scalding
hot and the pain of being so full… I'm still having mini
orgasms. This is the most intense thing I've ever
experienced."
She had her eyes closed and was licking her lips when
she
quivered and said in the voice of the demon, "I can taste
you on my lips. Oh Sean, I love it so much!"
Softly, I replied, "I know. I know you do,
Baby."
I somehow sensed her beast was quelled, so I slowly
pulled
out of her and she immediately began to evacuate like a
fire hose. When she'd stop flowing, followed by several
heaves followed by wet farts, she was finished. I turned on
the shower and tried to set her on her feet, but her legs
were like jelly. I held her under her arms and with the
other hand, removed the handheld shower and began to clean
her and I off.
She leaned against me silent and after a few minutes,
stood
on her own. With childlike imploring, she looked at me and
softly asked, "Do you still love me?"
I touched her cheek and replied, "Always and
forever,"
She closed her eyes and silently smiled. Priya was
wasted.
She couldn't even help clean herself or me, so I washed her
and leaned her against the shower wall and bathed myself.
I dried her off, took her to bed and laid her down. I
toweled off, got into bed, pulled her to me and simply held
her as she quickly fell asleep.
I felt a little guilty that I'd expanded Priya's
horizons
concerning her 'need,' but I gloried in the fact that I had
made love to my wife, and not a figment of my imagination.
Then I too fell off into a tired, sated sleep.
Continued in Chapter 21…
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