Child Brides of India
By C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 28: Parties and Debauchery (Mgg, rom, Mg, cons,
oral, anal, ws)
The following morning, after awaking and completing our
morning ritual, the two girls and I said prayers and went
downstairs to breakfast. Aleeya was jabbering a mile a
minute about her fitting this afternoon, and we all
listened with smiles and acknowledgement.
Mom and Dad were a little quiet; so, in order to help take
away some of the tension from last might's revelation, I
spoke up saying, "I dropped off Priya's visa packet
yesterday and Paul's secretary said Priya would get an
appointment date in about ten days."
Mom and Dad perked up at that, and Dad said, "Wonderful, I
can't wait until summer when the three of you can come to
the states so Priya and Aleeya can see their home there."
Mom smiled at Priya and Aleeya and said, "Yeah, we even
have horses there that you can ride!"
Both girls were happy and Priya said to Aleeya, "I've never
ridden a horse before, so we can learn together!"
Aleeya clapped her hands together and replied, "Oh goody,
I'll get to ride a horsy!"
Dad laughed and said, "You certainly will child."
Mom reminded Priya not to be late for the fitting and I
told Mom that it was going to be close getting the girls
there at four. She said to just to get there as soon as we
could.
Everybody hugged and kissed each other goodbye, and Dad
left for the office while Priya and I left to pick up Sarah
and Haseeba for school. Mom and Aleeya stood in the
doorway, waving goodbye as we left.
When I got to the office, Dad was with the lawyer. The
three of us ironed out the details of how the educational
trust would be structured and managed. Dad said it would be
better if his firm in Washington DC handled the execution
and management and I agreed.
Dad was otherwise pleased with my handling of the
operations and some of the improvements I'd made. I asked
Dad about Mahmoud, and whether he'd hired him and he said
that Mahmoud would start work on Monday. All in all, it was
a satisfying and productive day.
I left a little early to pick the girls up from school,
just to make sure I was there on time. Like clockwork, the
girls were out the door within a minute or two of the last
bell ringing. They quickly piled in the limo and we headed
to the seamstress' for the fitting.
As usual, the groom can't see the bride, so I sat in the
car going over some paperwork for about an hour until the
girls were finished. Aleeya rode with us and we dropped off
Sarah and Haseeba before heading for home.
Aleeya was getting anxious and was hyper, waiting for her
henna party. Evidently, the girls had convinced her that it
would be a fun time, and she didn't seem worried anymore
about staying at Adib's for two days.
The pre-wedding party was more like a family gathering
because the only people from my side at this party, besides
me, were Mom and Dad.
Aleeya sat at the dinner table on my left with Priya on my
right. As is usual at this party, the bride to be mingled
throughout room with the guests, and she looked lovely.
Aleeya had on a beautifully hand painted sari that was
emerald green and red while Priya's was a shimmering blue
with gold trim. Mom, Salima, Sarah and Haseeba wore plain
saris of turquoise, pink, blue and light brown
respectively.
While Aleeya was mingling with her guests, Mahmoud saw
Haseeba and asked me who she was. I told him she was a
classmate of Sarah's and that she'd be turning eighteen in
about a month. He said he found her to be very beautiful. I
told him she was working her way through some personal
issues, as was he, but that if he was truly interested in
her, and I reiterated that if he were, it had better be for
honorable intentions because I was her guardian, that I'd
talk to her and see if she was interested in a possible
relationship at this time.
I introduced them to each other and left them to talk. I
mentioned it to Adib and Salima, and they both thought that
maybe- just maybe, she might like the attention of a male
suitor, but that she was concentrating on her studies. I
shrugged my shoulders and said, "Well, let's let nature
take its course and see where it goes."
I pulled Sarah and Priya aside and told them that Mahmoud
took a fancy to Haseeba. They looked over at them talking
and began giggling. Sarah said, "If it doesn't interfere
with her college plans, she just might like a boyfriend."
I asked the open question of the girls, "By the way, how
old is Mahmoud?"
Sarah said, "I'm not sure, but I think he's 32."
Priya said, "I think they'd be good for each other. Uncle
Mahmoud is a good man, and with the mistakes he's made and
feels guilty about, he'd be very apt to accept Haseeba's
circumstances. Talk to her Sarah and see how she feels."
As with all girls, Aleeya bathed in delight at being the
center of attention, even showing everyone her necklace and
displaying it proudly on the outside of her pallu. The
dinner was nice, relaxed, and best of all, the tiny bride-
to-be was on cloud nine.
That Monday when Priya and I picked Sarah and Haseeba up
for school, there were lots giggles and whispers. Of
course, being a lowly male, I wasn't privy to the topic of
discussion.
After school that afternoon, it was more of the same. Both
Sarah and Haseeba gave me shy blushes and smiles when they
exited the car. I asked Priya, "Alright, are you going to
let me in on it or have you told them something else kinky
about me?"
"No, silly, "she giggled, "We were talking about Uncle
Mahmoud and her. She thinks he's good looking and fun to
talk to. We teased her, saying that if she got married to
him, she'd be our aunt! That's what we've been laughing
about.
Seriously though, she's interested, but she really wants to
get her nursing degree, and about the other thing. She said
she'd feel too much shame to tell him about what happened
face to face and that if she could ever get the courage to
tell him, and he didn't want to have anything to do with
after that, she'd fall apart."
The main obstacle, I see, is that she's not Muslim. It is
frowned upon for a Muslim man to marry a non Muslim."
"She's lived in a Muslim environment for a while, maybe
she'd be open to convert is she was serious about Mahmoud,
but yeah, I can relate to the other thing. If he rejected
her she'd probably become very depressed because it would
bring back all those horrible pictures of herself
everybody's worked so hard to help her to forget."
Priya said, "Anyway, it's too soon to talk of such things.
But you started this, so I think you should tell him about
her past yourself, and if he doesn't want to see her again,
then we can make up some excuse about why it isn't the
right time for either of them. If he does, then Sarah can
tell her about Mahmoud's troubled past and see what
happens. If it gets to the point where they might get
serious, then they'll have to deal with the conversion to
Islam."
"OK. I'll wait until he approaches me about her again
before I bring up the subject or say anything."
"Right, I think that's best." she replied.
The day of Aleeya's henna party, Priya and her were packing
her clothes and she sat on the bed and started silently
crying. I walked to the bed and knelt, holding her in my
arms and I asked her why she was crying.
She said, "This is the first time I'll be away from you and
Priya, and I don't want to leave you."
I smiled at her and replied, "But it will be the last time.
From our wedding on, you'll be with me forever. I think the
reason God makes us part for a short time, is to make us
think about what our lives would be like apart, and that
only makes our love stronger. Can you understand that?
It's not to be mean or cruel, but to make us closer. You
need to be a big girl and think about what your life will
be like with Priya and I forever. Think loving thoughts and
remember this; whether we are together or apart, no one can
take away our love and keep our hearts apart. Do you
believe that?"
"I do, I do, I really do!"
Then think those loving thoughts and be a brave little
bride for me. In a couple of days, you'll be mine forever
and ever. I love you Aleeya, I always will and don't ever
forget that!"
I took her cheeks in my hands and gave her a closed mouth
kiss as passionate as I could while still being tender.
"I love you Sean, I'll make you proud of me and be a good
wife. I promise with all my heart!"
"I know you will Baby, that's why I asked you to marry me!"
She softly laid her head on my shoulder and quietly said,
as she looked over at Priya, "I'm ready for my party
sister."
Priya scooped her up in her arms and said gleefully, "Let's
go have some fun!" And carried her downstairs in her arms
as I picked up her bag.
I dropped Mom, Priya and little Aleeya off at Adib and
Salima's for the henna party, and was again met at the
front door; this time by Sarah. She said, "You know the
rules, stick out your hand."
Laughing as I did so, I said, "No cobras or anything is
there?"
Laughing she said, "No, just a wet brush full of henna."
She painted the dot, and said, "See you in two days,
Brother."
Again, I marched my open, henna painted hand and myself to
the car and went home; probably to more teasing.
When I got there, all the men were standing around drinking
tea and making small talk. When they saw me come in, they
greeted me with manly jovial gestures and some light
ribbing. It was all kept pretty tame because of Aleeya's
age.
Towards the end of the evening, I asked Mahmoud, "Do you
have any advice on marrying a light skinned Indian girl?"
Mahmoud was sitting in a chair next to where I was sitting
on the couch. He took a drink of tea, and I thought to
myself, "Here comes another story!"
He looked around the room and at Dad (who had the lightest
skinned wife of all of us), paused a moment, scratching his
chin like he was thinking and said, "No, not really. It
seems to me that no matter whether they're light or dark,
we all somehow become toe sucking pussies and turn over the
purse strings!"
With everyone in uproarious laughter, Dad said, "Amen to
that Mahmoud! You know why?"
Mahmoud, looking puzzled and asked, "Why's that?"
Dad said, "It's that hair, that one, single little hair!"
Mahmoud thought for a moment, smiled and said, "No John, I
don't think so."
Dad said, "If it's not that, then what?"
Mahmoud smiled, scratching his chin again, looked at Dad
and said, "I think it's the way they cook the fish. We just
can't seem to get our fill!"
Leave it to Mahmoud to come up with THAT one!
Laughing, one of Salima's brother-in-laws said, "But where
do they hid it? A man can dig forever and never find the
damn thing!"
Dad, after quelling his laughing fit said, "That reminds me
of a joke I heard in the army. How many animals can you
find in a woman's pussy?"
Everyone thought for a minute and Mahmoud said, "I don't
know, how many?"
Dad said, "Well, there's a pussy, a beaver, a clam,
possibly a thousand crabs… and a fish nobody can find!"
More uproarious laughter all around. My dad… who would have
thought.
The party broke up early about eleven and Priya and Mom
came in shortly after that. I asked Priya, "How'd it go,
did she have fun?"
Mom started giggling along with Priya and said, "It was a
real chore painting that little worm!"
I laughed and said, "Why, what happened?"
Priya said, "When the artist started painting, the brush
was tickling her feet, and she kept squirming in a laughing
fit. Then, when we got her feet painted and started on her
hands, she kept moving them so the artist had to clean an
area off and start all over again."
Mom giggling said, "Poor Aleeya wasn't immune to Me Ma's
naughtiness either."
I rolled my eyes and asked Priya, "Oh boy, what'd she do
this time?"
Priya said, "Me Ma asked Aleeya if she would share you with
her because she's been looking for a beautiful blonde
haired, blue eyed boy for herself."
Dad smirked and asked, "What'd she say to that?"
Mom, looking at Priya and smiling said, "She took it better
than Priya did. She told her grandmother, 'You're a big
girl, go find your own, Sean belongs to me and Priya.'"
Surprised, I said, "She didn't!"
Priya said, "She did. Me Ma started to cry fake tears and
asked Aleeya if she'd help her find one; and Aleeya said
she'd ask you if you had any cousins."
I asked Priya how she took it when they left. Priya said,
"You'd have been proud of her. She kissed Mom goodbye and
then put her arms around me and said, "In two days, I'll
really be your sister and my dreams will come true, won't
they?" I told her, yes, they would. She kissed me goodnight
and asked me to give you a kiss for her, and I promised I
would."
Dad, rising from his chair said, "Well, alls well that ends
well. Let's go to bed. I've got to look for that fish."
Mom shot him a surly look; she knew what he meant. Priya
looked at me and went, "Huh?"
I said, "I'll tell you later. Let's go to bed."
With that, we all rose to go upstairs.
When we got upstairs, Priya undressed like I've never seen
her undress before; very sultry, hot and sexy. When she
stood naked at the foot of the bed, she said in a low,
hungry tone, "It's not right thet we be intimate the night
before your wedding to Aleeya. I may not have you for a
week, and I need you so much, I feel like a raging furnace
inside!
Tonight, I'm pulling out all the stops! Tonight, I'm gonna
be a nasty, filthy, bald pussied, little black whore!
You're gonna suck on my little girl titties and eat my
brown, bald, baby pussy, and taste my little chocolate ass
then you're going to fuck my baby black ass so hard it's
gonna hurt. Then you're going to fill my ass so full of
piss, I'll look nine months pregnant!
I'll let you rest, then I'll suck your dick down my throat
even if it kills me and I'll drink your cum!
I'll let you rest some more, then your gonna fuck my pussy
slow and long and fill me up 'til it's running down my ass!
I'm gonna give you a chocolate overdose, so you'd better
get ready because tonight, your dick is MINE!"
Her impassioned lust almost scared me! I'd never seen her
like this, and to hear it come from a twelve year-old girl
so lewdly and hungrily made me instantly hard. I thought
about Aleeya for a moment thinking "I may not even HAVE a
dick on my wedding day!"
She seductively crawled up on the bed, lying on her back,
and began running her finger around her clit hood; that
little pink nubbin was already angrily showing its head!
She looked at me directly with pure lust and said, "Get
undressed and get up here and suck my titties and eat my
bald baby pussy!"
I got undressed smiling, thinking of the wild night of
unabashed sex ahead. I crawled up on the bed like a tiger
stalking its prey, and bent down and kissed her
passionately.
She broke the kiss, and in an impatiently angry voice said,
"Don't bother kissing me, just get to work!"
That remark not only shocked me, but it really hurt me.
I got up off the bed, grabbed her by the arms and lifted
her tiny frame off the bed so that she was hanging in mid
air and I brought her face a few inches away from mine with
a look of pure anger in my eyes.
She looked directly in my eyes, and she truly looked
terrified. I angrily said to her, "Do I have your
attention?"
She nodded, shaking with fear.
I said, "Good!"
I flung her onto the bed and she landed on her ass,
breaking her backward fall by putting her hands behind her.
I sat on the edge of the bed, now a little more calm and
began.
I said to her, "Look. If you want to be nasty, fine. If you
want to be raunchy and kinky, that's fine too, and if you
want to choke yourself on my dick, go for it! It's even OK
with me if you want to 'play' the whore, but there's one
thing you better never ever do to me again!
A whore or a man with a whore will never kiss each other
because a kiss is personal, and an expression of love.
Don't you ever- and I do mean ever- treat me like some john
paying a 5-rupee whore to get to work and get it over with!
You once told me that no matter how worked up we get and
how hard we make love, you can always feel the love between
us.
If you want to be taken in all three holes and fucked until
you can't stand for a week, I'm game and ready to go, but
we'll do it as husband and wife; with love being the fuel
of the evening. If we do it, we do it my way, with love; or
we won't do it at all, do you understand?
When you told me not to kiss you, you made me feel like I
was with a whore, not my wife. You hurt me! Don't ever do
that again!"
I must have been yelling loud enough that I heard Mom
through the bedroom door say, "Sean, is everything
alright?"
I yelled back at the door, "Go back to bed and mind your
own damn business!"
Priya picked up her robe, flung it on, and ran out of the
room. I could hear her feet quickly pad down the stairs. I
was still seething mad and just sat on the bed shaking.
After a couple of minutes, I put on my robe and went
downstairs to my wife. Priya and Mom were sitting at the
dining room table talking and Priya was still in tears
Mom said, "Sean, she's really distraught, talk to her."
Priya had her head lying on the table in her folded arms
sobbing. I rubbed her back, and she jumped in my lap
putting her head on my shoulders crying, "I'm so, so sorry
Sean! I never meant to hurt you! You know I love you so
much, I would never ever do anything on purpose to damage
that love. You're my life, my breath and my soul, I just
can't bear that I've hurt you. Can you ever forgive me?"
I looked at Mom for a moment, then said softly to Priya,
"Just because I was angry and hurt, I could never stop
loving you! I can understand, I think, why you said what
you said; you just got carried away and didn't think of
what you were saying.
I could never stop loving you anymore than I can stop
breathing and continue to live. Just remember what I told
you. Passion can be a very powerful emotion, but we must
always remember that the intensity that fuels that passion
gets its heat and driving force from love, not lust.
I know where your heart is, and I know you really didn't
mean it the way it sounded, but it hurt me. I forgive you,
you know I'll always forgive you. I can't stay mad at you,
I love you far too much for that."
Mom chuckled and we both looked at her as if to say,
"What?"
She said, chuckling, "You two are truly a married couple
now!"
Priya asked, "Why do you say that?"
Mom replied, "'Cause you've just had your first fight! A
couple really isn't a couple until they've had their first
fight!"
We all laughed and Mom said, "There's only one thing left
to do."
Priya asked, "What?"
Mom laughed and said, "Get your asses upstairs and kiss and
make up! Now go! Git!"
With our first fight mended, we all rose and headed to our
respective bedrooms. Priya hugged Mom and said, "Thanks."
Mom just smiled and nodded.
We got into bed, and Priya turned over facing away from me,
spooned up against me. I reached under her arm and tweaked
her nipple and asked her, "Do you still feel like being my
bald-pussied little chocolate harlot?"
She turned over facing me, grabbed my dick and said
hungrily, "In the worst sort of way!"
I turned Priya onto her back and began to kiss her face.
She again became the wife that was soft and loving, but now
enflamed with the heat of passion.
As I kissed her face and nibbled her chin, neck and
earlobes, she moaned softly, "Oh Sean, I need you tonight
so desperately!"
I sucked in her right breast and her flesh was hot! Her
nipple was harder than I'd ever felt it as she hungrily
pressed herself against my mouth, arching her back into me
and pulling my head to her chest by the hair. She shuddered
and said, "My God, it's like the first time! My titties
tingle al the way down to my toes! I love it when you feed
at my breasts. I feel so much love for you!"
I was impassioned and after feasting on both her breast
buds, I hungrily licked my way to her vulva. I relished the
smooth, hairless softness of her mons, and she pulled her
legs up reached inside her legs and grabbed her ankles.
Looking at her obscenely open sex, with the flat of my
tongue, I started at her asshole and licked a long, slow
stroke up to the top of her mons. She cried out, "Oh Sean,
you don't know what you do to me!"
I peeled open her chocolate petals and her clit was fully
extended, now an angry pink hue. I flicked it three times
and she came almost immediately, bucking her hips up to my
mouth with gasping "Oh God, Yesss!"
I traveled back down her hot groove and began to suck up
her copious flow and pressing my tongue deep up into her
little cunny. She had put her feet back on the bed and was
forcefully fucking herself on my tongue. I turned my tongue
upwards and as much as I could (because she was flexing her
cunt muscles) and began to tickle the top of her vagina.
She clamped her legs shut and eeek'ed out a little cry of
pleasure, then exclaimed breathlessly, "Oh My God! I'm
cumming again! It feels like womb's collapsing!"
Priya juices were flowing like a river and I sucked up as
much of her flow as I could, but it was like a wellspring
that never stopped flowing. It was so strangely erotic to
see this opaque, almost translucent white cream against her
light chocolate colored skin. There was already a wet spot
on the sheet about a foot in diameter under her butt!
I licked up the seepage that was running down her perineum
and began to rim her little dark brown star. While doing
so, I left my mouth open and just let her flow run into my
tongue and into my mouth. I drank as I licked, I pushed my
tongue into her ass, and she pushed her ass off the bed and
said bawdily, "Oh yesss, taste my ass, so nasty, so very
fucking nasty!"
I was twisting my tongue in her ass, "OH Sean!" She cried
out, "You make me feel so perverted… but I love it so
much!"
I couldn't hold out any longer, my cock was aching and the
head was actually an angry purple it was so engorged with
blood! I rose up, grabbed her ankles and put them on my
shoulders, then lifted her ass off the bed by her thighs
and pushed. Priya grunted as she bore down to receive me
and I thrust into her ass about three inches. She let out a
huge out take of breath and gasped out, "My God! You just
ripped my asshole open!"
After about ten strokes, I wanted to crawl inside her and
fuck her inside! Her ass was on fire! She was so hot it
felt almost like my cock was being immersed in a pot of
boiling water! The position she was in, her butt cheeks
were nearly closed and she was only about a third open at
her crotch. Priya is a tiny girl, thin and very flexible,
so I grabbed her ankles, pulled her to the end of the bed
and stood on the floor with her ass hanging off the edge of
the bed. I pushed her legs completely back and over her
head with her calves along side her head.
I began to pound into her ass and my balls were now
slapping against the back of her ass. She cried out, "Oh my
God Sean, you're so fucking deep, you're pushing my insides
against my lungs!
I just kept grunting as I pounded into her. She exhaled a
huge "Huuh" each time I bottomed out. Her back was arched
off the bed and she was cupping her breasts with her hands.
She cried out, "Sean, you're pushing against my bladder,
I'm gonna pee myself!"
I angrily said through my panting strokes, "Then piss
yourself, because I'm not stopping!"
I continued to pound into her ass with lustful abandon. I
was fucking her with such force her tight, distended ass
ring seemed to be pulling away from her body about two
inches! Each time I bottomed out, she'd give a "Huuh" and a
squirt of piss would shoot up and out of her urethra in
about a six-inch arc. I kept pounding, watching myself fuck
the piss right out of her. Finally I felt my nuts pull up
and she said, "You're swelling, give it too me! Fuck your
cum deep up inside me!"
I howled (probably loud enough to wake the dead… or at
least my parents) and at that very moment, Priya locked her
sphincter. I felt a huge pain in my balls as my cum was
trying to force its way out and I felt it explode out of my
cock on the other side of the restriction.
Priya went catatonic with a look of complete sensory
overload and just spasmed, milking with such force that
each time she clamped herself shut, it was painful. We were
both completely drenched in sweat and her dark skin looked
even darker with the wet sheen covering her.
When she started to regain her senses, and I still stood,
buried in her ass, she rubbed her stomach and reached down
to feel that she had indeed pissed herself. Still zoned
out, she looked at me and said, "Every time you pulled out,
it felt like you were pulling my guts out! Did I really pee
myself?"
I gave her a devilish smile and replied, "You sure did! I
fucked the piss right out of you! How's your ass?"
"My ass is OK but my insides are a little sore."
"Are you ready? I'm gonna fill you to the brim!"
She got that evil, devilish grin on her face and said, "Do
it! Fill me up!"
I slowly began to release my bladder and when she felt the
hot fluid seep into her she began to shudder and
immediately had another orgasm. As she intermittently
shuddered she moaned out in that demonic guttural voice,
"I'm such a perverted little slut! I cum so hard knowing
you're pissing in my insides. God I love it!"
I hadn't pissed all night and with all the tea I'd drunk, I
must have pissed a quart into her. Her belly started to
distend, and she really did look about four or five months
pregnant.
She threw her head back, holding the underside of her
belly, feeling it swell, and moaned out, "It's so fucking
hot, and I'm so full it hurts!"
The hydraulic pressure must have been immense because she
locked her sphincter so tight to keep herself from leaking
it felt like my dick was being pinched off.
I carried her to the bathroom where we cleaned up and took
a shower. Returning to the bedroom, I fell on the bed,
completely exhausted. I checked her ass to make sure she
was all right. I couldn't believe it; her ass, although a
little red and inflamed, looked fine, with no signs of
bleeding. Feeling better that I hadn't hurt her, all I
wanted to do was sleep. Priya laid herself across my body
and we both fell asleep.
About three, I awoke with a hard on and the feeling of
being sucked. I looked down and Priya was indeed giving me
a blowjob. She tried to push my dick down her throat and
almost threw up. I told her to go slow, and when she felt
the need to gag, to swallow and then gently push.
After a couple of false starts and gags, she managed to get
the head of my dick just past her gag reflex. After that
she began to get the hang of it and relaxed more and more.
After about ten strokes, had about two inches of my dick in
her throat.
Being seven inches, there was still about three inches
outside her mouth, but because her throat was so small, she
couldn't fit anymore in. Satisfied that she'd taken at
least part of me into her throat, she was content to work
with that.
I guess having an IQ of 152 has its advantages because it
didn't take her long to find a slow, easy lunge that put me
into her throat and she began to lick the underside of my
cock with her tongue as she swallowed. I had never felt
anything so tight as when she massaged the head of my dick
with her throat muscles.
She added a new twist to things when she would swallow and
begin to make humming sounds. That set me off! She felt me
start to swell so she pulled back, took a deep gasping
breath, then plunged my cock back into her throat and began
milking the head of my dick with her swallowing actions. I
thrust my hips up off the bed and fired directly down her
gullet while she just kept swallowing my head.
Priya pulled off my dick with a huge gasping intake of air.
She then pumped my cock slowly, licking up the seepage as
it was forced out of my dick. She ended by taking the head
into her mouth and softly sucked, but I had to push her off
saying, "My God, no more!"
Priya climbed up alongside me and kissed me and I could
taste myself when we kissed. She pulled away from the kiss,
smiled and said, "I told you I was going to swallow your
dick tonight and I did! Not bad for a skinny little twelve
year-old, Huh?"
Smiling, and just wanting to sleep, I whispered, "You sure
made a believer out of me!" I must have fallen right to
sleep, because that's all I remember.
About five, I awoke to the feel of hands pressing on my
chest. I opened my eyes to see Priya holding my erection
and inserting it into her pussy. She was looking between
her legs and once my dick was in place, started gently
rocking her pelvis as she slowly started to take me into
her depths.
Once her little butt cheeks were resting on my lap, she
laid down on my chest and put her arms around me. She had
worked me into her fornix and softly said to me, "Let me do
the work. I need this so much and I need you to feel my
body love you from deep within me. I've never done this
before, but I think I can do what I want to do. Just relax
and feel me make love to you."
I lay still with Priya lying on my chest just feeling the
enveloping heat of her pussy. For several moments, we lay
there not moving, just embracing. She slowly started to
alternately tighten and then relax her vaginal muscles.
Every so often, I'd feel her quiver, and then she began to
somehow squeeze my dick, starting at its head and rippling
down its length to where her opening was stretched tightly
around it. Priya's vagina isn't that deep, and can only
take about five inches of me, but she was actually slowly
jerking me off with her vaginal muscles.
She clung to me and every now and then would kiss my chest
then lay her head back down again. She whispered to me,
"Sean, my whole body burns for you so! I don't know how I'm
doing what I'm doing, but it's my heart guiding my body.
Please darling, never forsake me!" She was crying.
"The morning after our wedding night, I felt that, for the
first time in my life, there was someone just for me; that
you were mine alone. I have tried with all of my heart to
show you the love and the passion that burns within me and
keep the promise I made on our wedding night to withhold
nothing from you."
She lay silent again and began to milk my cock with greater
pressure. The feeling was indescribable! She was working
her muscles with such effort, that she'd moan and "Uuuh"
with every ripple.
I told her I couldn't hold it any longer, and she felt me
swell and said softly, "Cum for me husband, cum for me."
It was a soft, slow and very sensual release that seemed to
be drawn from within me by her muscles. When she felt my
ejaculate flush against the end of her fornix, she began to
quiver and held me tightly around the chest.
I felt her tears on my chest as she milked me dry. Her
climax ending with little quivers that rippled along the
length of my dick. When we'd both relaxed after our soft
orgasm, she just lay there weeping.
I hugged her lovingly and said, that was the most sensual
experience I have ever felt! Why are you crying?"
She didn't answer for a moment and began to speak. She
softly said, "The day I got married, I thought that it
would be you and me together forever. That you were mine
and no one else's until the end of time.
I truly believe in my heart that God's plan for me is to
share you with my sister wives, but inside, there's a part
of me that's afraid.
Afraid of the unknown, afraid of my sister wives; will you
find them more appealing? When Aleeya matures, will you
find more delight with her breasts, or the feel of her
embrace? Will the feel of her pussy around your dick bring
you more pleasure; will her ass be hotter and tighter than
mine?
And what of the third wife whom we know not; will she be
even more delightful to you? All the fears of being the
'dark one' sometimes creep back into my mind and make me
feel less pleasing in your eyes.
God has shown me that this is not true, but a part of me is
still afraid of losing you, can you understand that? That's
why I was so hungry for you tonight. To somehow prove to
you that no one can love you the way I do, or ever could.
Every time you cum in me, whether in my mouth, my ass or my
pussy, it feels like I'm being given your essence; the
essence of you that creates life. You give me new life
whenever I receive you, does that make sense?"
"It makes perfect sense, but you need to realize something
very important. I cannot live another day without you, and
I mean that from the very bottom of my heart. Without you,
nothing else in my life matters.
I will tell everyone tomorrow that the wedding is off, but
YOU will have to tell Aleeya. You have convinced me and
made me see many things; things about myself, about life,
and things about our life together.
It was YOU that convinced me, and everyone else, that
marrying Aleeya was the right thing to do for the right
reasons. It was YOU that said I'd take another wife.
It is YOU that convinced everybody; my family and yours
along with me, by saying the right thing, at the right
time, for what seemed like the right reasons, that all of
this is the right thing to do.
All of this is because of YOUR vision from God and no one
else's. We don't see it, but everyone that knows you,
trusts you enough to believe that what you say is for the
best.
I need to know from you now whether this is right. I mean
deep down in the pit of your soul, the right thing to do.
Not even God Himself can reclaim the love He's given us to
share! I can live my life until my death being happy with
only you. You have taught me that I can marry and love
Aleeya and give her what SHE needs without having any
effect whatsoever on our love: that's how I feel.
I can fully understand how you feel because, even though I
can marry Aleeya, I have had feelings of sadness and some
guilt that I have somehow been put in a situation of
unfaithfulness to you.
I WILL NEVER FORSAKE OR LEAVE YOU, AND MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL
NEVER WAVER OR DIE! Having made this promise to you, now
you need to tell me; is this the right thing to do?"
Priya looked at me with tearful eyes, smiled and said
softly, "My heart needed this night and to hear these words
from your heart to set my fears to rest. Marrying Aleeya,
and another when that time shows itself, is truly the right
thing to do and we will do it together in complete and
total love.
Now hold me tight and go to sleep. I will lie here on top
of you, with you inside my body, and filled with your
essence. Tomorrow, we go forward in life to our destiny
together."
We kissed passionately, she laid her head on my chest.
That's the way we fell asleep.
Continued in Chapter 29…
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