Child Brides of India
By: C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 83: Change of Plans (MFfg, rom, cons, oral)
Having communicated with Paul Whitfield at the American
embassy many times, we'd become good friends and he'd been
over to our house numerous times when we finally shared the
truth about our "alternative" family with him. He
understood and told me that he had already put a few of the
puzzle pieces together and figured out that we had such a
relationship.
After meeting socially at our home on numerous occasions,
last year Paul informed me that he was being transferred to
the embassy at Guangzhou in the People's Republic of China.
He said that now that China was opening up, there was a
huge influx of I-129 fiancé visa applications and they
needed experienced interviewers. He gave me his personal
information and how to get in contact with him if I ever
needed any help. Since then, we'd corresponded by email and
several phone calls just to keep in touch.
We were two and a half-hours ahead of him in China so the
day after our family meeting, I called him at one pm, our
time. He was in an interview, so I left a message and he
called me back around two pm. I asked him if he could help
me get a work visa for Pita, now twenty-eight with a ten
year-old daughter. He said he could help me expedite
things, and that even with his help it would take about two
months.
Paul instructed me where to go on the Web and download the
necessary applications. Once completed, I could send them
by courier to him and he'd take it from there.
He instructed me to classify Pita as an employee of our
corporation and that she was being transferred to the US as
an employee of a US based company and to apply for an L-1
visa: this would make matters much easier and quicker.
I downloaded the forms along with the affidavit of support,
filled it out and sent the completed forms, along with a
certified check, to Paul. Several days later I got an email
from him telling me he'd received everything and sent it on
to Vermont for expedited processing.
Cinny and Liz, now five, were starting to do first grade
work: learning dolch words with very basic primer reading
and doing simple addition and subtraction. Tina, at nine,
was doing well with advanced fourth, almost fifth grade
work. Leeya was now a ten year-old seventh grader: a full
two years advanced for her age. Attiya, also ten, was
handling fifth grade work without too much difficulty.
Needless to say, Monaavi, now twenty-eight, had her hands
full, even with Leeya helping out as an assistant tutor to
the others.
Priya was sixteen and just obtained her BE degree a week
ago. Having experienced a slump in business the past year
or so, I was spending some long days at the office. Because
of the slowdown in business, we decided that we'd stay in
India this summer. The kids could get a jump on their
studies and I could better monitor things if I were here.
Sarah completed her undergraduate degree in medicine and
Haseeba became a full-fledged pediatric nurse. Sarah had a
long ways to go to realize her goal of becoming a
pediatrician. Now that she'd graduated with her degree in
medicine, she had to undergo a year of rigorous internship
while studying another three years for her postgraduate
degree. Neither woman had a romantic interest, deciding to
avoid men and concentrate on their studies.
A lot had happened in these past five years. I mean there's
the children getting older and all, but also with other
things in the family. Amaad had died of a heart attack last
year and Alpa had moved in with Haseeba. Mahmoud seemed to
have vanished into thin air, never to be heard from again.
Alpa was now coming around every couple of months or so to
see Tina, but always kept the fact that she was her real
mother a secret. I told Alpa that when Tina is older, she
has a right to know who her real mother is and the
circumstances of her life. She said that if and when that
happens, she'll be there if Faatina needed her.
Paul Whitfield came through in spades! I was shocked when,
a month and a half after sending him Pita's application, we
got her interview date in the mail. I took Pita to the
American embassy two weeks later and they stamped hers and
Attiya's passports with the visa. She could now enter the
US anytime with in ninety days.
Then, the bottom seemed to fall out of our world!
I was awakened in a stupor by the phone ringing. As I
groggily answered the phone, it sounded like Mom's voice
and she was crying so bad that I couldn't make out what she
was saying. The sound of her distressed voice made me awake
and alert in seconds.
I asked, "Mom? Is that you, what's the matter?"
Mom sniffled a few times to compose herself enough to talk
and cried, "It's your Dad, Sean. He's had a heart attack: a
really bad one."
"WHAT?" I asked shocked, sitting up in bed.
"They pretty sure he'll live," she assured, "But he's in
really bad shape."
"What happened?" I asked, wanting the details. I looked at
the clock: three-thirty am, at home it was nine pm the
night before.
"John thought he was having a bad case of indigestion," Mom
began to explain, "When he just fell to the floor in
excruciating pain at about five. We called an ambulance but
he was so bad they landed a helicopter on the front lawn
and took him to the shock trauma center. By the time I got
to University Hospital by car, he was in surgery."
"Is he out now? I asked, a thousand questions rolling
around in my head, "Is he gonna be OK?"
"They think so," Mom answered, "He had a ninety percent
blockage in the left anterior descending artery. They call
it the "widow maker." Anyway, they said if he had gotten
there fifteen minutes later, he'd be gone. He'll probably
never work again Sean, I need you here: your Dad needs you.
When can you get back here?"
"As soon as I get off the phone with you Mom," I replied,
"I'll call and charter a jet. This time, I'll be bringing
everyone with me: Priya, Monaavi, Leeya and the girls along
with Pita and Attiya. Pita got her work visa two days ago."
"What's wrong, Sean?" Monaavi asked, "You're scaring me."
"Hold on a minute Mom," I asked as I cupped the phone.
"Dad's had a really bad heart attack," I told Monaavi, "Go
wake up the girls now and start packing, we're going to the
US."
"Ok Mom, go on," I said, "I just told Monaavi to wake the
others and start packing."
"Well," Mom said to assure me, "He's outta the woods for
now and resting, but they don't know how much heart damage
there is or what his prognosis is at the moment. The
cardiologist did say that he'd never be able to take the
stress of work again. Running the company will be up to you
and Priya now."
"Don't worry about the company right now Mom," I tried to
direct, "Let's just worry about Dad right now. How do you
want me to contact you: on your cell?"
"No," She replied, "I grabbed your Dad's phone by mistake.
Call me on his cell when you've got the charter arranged."
"I will Mom, don't worry." I encouraged, "I'll call you as
soon as I have a time for take off and arrival, OK?"
"OK Sean," Mom answered, "Please hurry!"
"I will Mom," I said comfortingly, "I love you, and when
Dad wakes up give him our love."
"I will Son," Mom replied, "Talk to you soon."
"Real soon," I assured.
We said goodbye and disconnected.
All my wives came in and stood in a panic, waiting for
information. I told them what I knew and instructed them to
start packing immediately. I rousted Ravi out of bed and
told him to get over to Pita's and get them here ASAP. I
called Pita and told her to pack what she could, and what
she didn't have, I'd buy her and Attiya when we were
Stateside.
I called the charter service and had to get a larger plane,
a Gulfstream V SP, but I didn't haggle over the size or
cost. The plane had a range of 6,750 nautical miles, a
cruising speed of 560 mph with a passenger load of up to
fifteen people: we only had nine. They also offered a
limousine service, so I had one reserved to be waiting on
the tarmac when we arrived. I told them to make sure they
had plenty of food, milk and drinks: especially for five
children. We'd refuel at Heathrow in London. I was told
they could have it ready for takeoff in about six hours, so
I told them to file a flight plan and to call me with our
takeoff time, and ETA at BWI, ASAP.
The fur was really flying'! There were four people stuffing
things into suitcases like crazy, mostly things for the
kids. We let the kids sleep as we packed, and about five
thirty the charter service called with the itinerary.
I told everyone to get a move on and that we'd be taking
off at twelve-fifteen. Priya and I had made this trip
several times and went around checking the suitcases as we
went along. By eight am, we pretty much had things packed.
We buddied up for our showers and said our morning prayers,
albeit abbreviated. We woke the girls at nine forty-five
and dressed the twins as Tina took a shower and dressed.
Pita showed up with Attiya, scared to death and shaking
with apprehension, at ten-ten. Monaavi and Priya calmed
them down as Ravi and I loaded the luggage in the limo.
Things were gonna be cramped: we had bags in the passenger
compartment and we'd have to have the kids sitting on our
laps to make room for everyone.
I told everyone to go to the bathroom and try, even if they
didn't have to go. I was going to take a leak myself when I
walked in on Priya as she was finishing. As I peed, she
took her birth control pills and threw them in the waste
basket saying, "Well, I'm not gonna need these anymore for
a while."
Confused, I asked, "Huh? What are you doing THAT for?"
"I have one more vow to keep," Priya replied with
conviction, "I promised Father a grandchild and I'm gonna
make sure I keep that promise before he leaves this world."
"What about your masters?" I asked.
"I'll do it pregnant," she answered.
"You sure about this?" I asked.
"Sure as his heart attack," she shot back.
"If that's what you want," I affirmed, "I'll give you a
child."
Coming back to the moment, I looked at my watch: ten fifty-
five. Going downstairs, I called all the adults into the
living room and we made sure I had everyone's passport with
valid visas inside. I threw everything in my briefcase and
loaded everyone into the limo.
Once on the road, I called Prishi on her cell and informed
her of the situation and told her plainly, "If you can
handle things for me when I really need you, I'll give you
my job permanently, because I'll be running things in the
States."
"I can do this job and you know it Sean," she asserted,
"Go. Go you your Dad. I'll handle things here."
"Call ya as soon as I know something, bye now," I said as I
prepared to hang up.
"Bye Sean," she replied, "And give your Dad our love and
prayers."
I called Mom and told her we were taking off about noon and
landing at BWI sometime about ten am tomorrow morning, her
time. I told her not to worry about picking us up because I
had a limo waiting at the airport. From the airport, we
would drive to the hospital, drop Priya, Monaavi, Leeya and
I, then take everyone else home. She said she'd have Abby
waiting to receive Pita and the girls.
Mom told me that Dad was resting and was hooked up to all
kinds of devices but wasn't in any pain. She expressed how
happy she was that I could arrive as quickly as I'd
arranged and couldn't wait for our arrival. I told her that
if it was possible, she should go home, get cleaned up and
get some rest. She wouldn't be doing Dad any good if she
collapsed from exhaustion. She said she would.
We arrived at the private terminal at eleven forty. I went
straight into the office, gave them a corporate check and
showed them our passports as the flight crew loaded our
baggage and everyone boarded the plane. With everyone
buckled in, we taxied to the runway at twelve twenty and we
took off five minutes later, bolting down the striped,
asphalt ribbon after getting clearance from the tower to
take off.
Once airborne we calmed the children and thankfully, they
went back to sleep. I told everyone else to try and get as
much rest as possible: it was going to be a long nine-hour
flight.
We landed at Heathrow at five-fifty am local time and was
on the ground for an hour and a half. We landed at BWI at
about nine-forty am local time. It took almost an hour and
a half to clear customs and get the bags loaded in the limo
before starting the thirty-minute ride to the hospital.
We pulled into the hospital entrance at eleven-fifty and I
told Pita not to worry. The driver would take them home and
Abby would be there waiting and that everything would be
all right. Although the tears in her eyes showed she was
frightened, she maintained an air of calmness for the kids.
I encouragingly asked Tina to be a young woman and help
Pita with the girls, and she was proud that I'd called her
a young woman. Having given the girls our kisses, we
watched as the limo pulled away before going inside.
When we entered Dad's room, he was eating lunch with Mom
sitting by his side. There were no more tubes, just some
oxygen being fed through a tube looped around his ears and
going under his nose.
Dad was only allowed three visitors at a time so Leeya and
Monaavi waited out side while Priya and I went in. Mom
jumped to her feet and embraced us as Dad looked on
smiling.
I chided him by saying, "Boy, you sure picked a helluva way
to get me back here this summer!"
"Well," he huffed, "Believe me, it wasn't on purpose! Hurt
like a bitch!"
"How you doing?" I asked.
"They put in a stent or two," he revealed, "Now I'm feeling
OK, just weak as hell. And this hospital food tastes like
crap!"
"See that," I said teasingly, "They save your life and you
hafta bitch about the food!"
Priya went to him, crying, and fell in his lap. He stroked
her and said reassuringly, "There, there Sweetie. I'm Ok.
It'll take a lot more than this to kill this old buzzard!"
"Father," Priya said through her tears, "I thought we were
gonna lose you! I still have a promise to keep remember?"
"I remember," he answered, "And as soon as you get that
masters, I'll hold you to it."
"I'm not gonna wait, Father," she told him, "I'm gonna get
pregnant now: as soon as I can."
"Priya," Dad tried to reason with her, "You're sixteen.
Finish school, I'll be around a long time. There's no need
to rush."
"Nope," she told him flat out, "I can do both and I will.
There's nothing you can do to stop me either."
"Sean," Dad ordered, "Talk to this insolent chocolate
beauty!"
"I did," I confided, "She threw away her pills: she's
already missed one day."
Mom smirked and asked, "You didn't?"
"I certainly did!" Priya confirmed, "And I'll be pregnant
before Father can go horseback riding again too."
"What," Mom rebutted, "You don't have enough with the twins
on your hands?"
"Like Monaavi said," Priya retorted, "The more the
merrier."
"John," Mom advised with a smile, "You might as well shut
up. You know you can't win with her."
"We'll talk about this later, girl," Dad warned.
"You talk," Priya teased, "I'm gonna make bread until I've
got a bun in the oven."
"And I suppose Leeya will follow suit?" Dad asked.
"Leeya's got some waiting to do before that happens," Priya
noted, "But if you don't get your butt outta this bed, you
ain't gonna see it."
"Alright, alright!" Dad caved as he put up his hands, "But
you'd better finish school."
"I will," Priya promised, "Even if I have to deliver on the
school steps!"
"Come on Priya," I prodded, "Monaavi and Leeya want to see
Dad too. We'll be back in after they've visited."
Priya took Dad's cheeks in her hands and kissed him on the
lips, saying, "Think I'll look pretty with a swollen
belly?"
"You'll be beautiful, Baby," Dad said softly with a smile.
Priya and I stepped outside and let Leeya and Monaavi visit
with Dad for a while. We switched off back and forth a few
times before Dad told us to take Mom home and attend to the
children… we could come back tomorrow and rattle his cage.
We left for home, with Mom in tow, about four, arriving
home just before five.
Walking into the house, it was quiet. Abby and Pita were
talking at the table and I asked where the kids were. Abby
shrugged her shoulders saying, "There in here somewhere,
they're playing hide-and-seek."
I shook my head with a smile; at least they weren't outside
roaming the grounds. I called out, "Tina, "Tiya, Cinny,
Lizzy! Come out, come out wherever you are!"
All of a sudden I heard the scampering of little feet as
they emerged from all points of the house to come to a halt
panting in front of me.
Mom fell on one knee crying and scooped up as many kids as
she could hold, hugging and kissing them back and forth in
turn. After being smothered in hugs and kisses, the kids
scampered off to play again (Tina was "It").
Pita was astounded by the size of the place and remarked
that she'd never envisioned that people lived like this.
She was completely overwhelmed with her and Attiya's rooms,
saying they were bigger than her apartment in New Delhi.
Both Mom and Abby couldn't get over how much the twins had
grown and her eyes welled up when she noticed the new
'womanly" Leeya and Tina. Mom told Monaavi her bigger
breasts became her, as did Priya's slightly enhanced
figure.
Me, I was still the same old letch.
Counting the three bedrooms Dad had made in the basement,
we had a total of eight. Mom and Dad had the master suite,
and Priya, Monaavi and I had our own rooms upstairs, with
the twins sharing another. Tina had one downstairs with
Leeya and Attiya bunking together. Pita also had her room
downstairs. All of a sudden, the house was full to
overflowing!
It had taken us only a matter of hours to pack, but
unpacking took three days. They kept Dad at the hospital
for another week before letting him come home with the
stern warning: No work!
Once unpacked and with Dad home, the women folk decided to
go shopping. Who got stuck with the kids? You got it:
Daddy! With Mom leading the pack, they arrived home and it
appeared they'd spent enough money to make Howard Hughes
turn over in his grave. Oh well, at least the girls would
now have something to wear (for a month anyway).
I started going to the office and meeting with Dad's whiz
kid (even if she was from Yale), Nancy Dickerson. Dad was
right: she was sharp as a pin and twice as tactful. I put
her in charge of liaison with Prishi and my new office
here. I told her that there would be a promotion in it for
her if she handled things right: she got my drift.
Within two weeks, I had a complete outline of what and how
everything worked, from Dad's standpoint as CEO. I started
to bring Priya to the office and soon she was making
adjustments on her own. Damn women: can't live with 'em,
can't live without 'em!
Priya got her period and went around the house singing,
"Baby? Oh baby, where are you? Oh, there you are: shucks, I
shoulda looked down at my tummy!"
"Must be something in the well water," I quipped.
Mom, Abby, Pita and Monaavi just snickered. Leeya was
definitely jealous. She wanted to be pregnant so bad she
almost cried at Priya's joking. Luckily, she didn't do
anything stupid like throw HER pills away.
Priya applied for, and was accepted into, the Masters
program at Johns Hopkins in International Finance and would
be starting in September. Monaavi took the Maryland State
Boards for teaching and passed. She then applied for and
received the curriculum for home schooling the kids: from
first grade through high school.
Priya pulled rank and made a compromise with her sisters
that she would have the entire week with me the week she
was supposed to be ovulating the following month. In
return, she'd give up her nights for the next two
consecutive weeks. She was marking the days off on the
calendar down to D-Day, or should I say C-Day (Conception),
beginning two days hence and she was chomping at the bit
(or should I say chomping at the dick). No matter how you
said it, she was looking at me with "pregnant" looks.
That Monday, Priya was all over me right after morning
prayers. With Monaavi and Leeya looking on as we headed
downstairs for breakfast, Priya stood on tiptoes, bit my
earlobe and growled, "I've waited five years for this and
now it's my turn to bear fruit."
I sighed, only imagining what was in store for me this
week! Sitting at the table, Mom quipped with a smirk, "I
smell a debauching in the making. Sean, I think your goose
is gonna be royally fucked!"
"It's not my goose I'm worried about," I remarked, "I just
hope she leaves enough in my balls for Leeya when it's her
turn."
"I'm gonna get every last squiggly I can from you this
week!" Priya promised, "You'll have plenty of time to
recharge for Leeya."
"You know," I commented jokingly, "I did some research on
the Internet yesterday. They said you've only got a five
percent chance of getting pregnant after being on birth
control pills for a long period of time."
"Not if you do your job right," she retorted.
Monaavi chuckled and said, "She's got a one track mind,
doesn't she?"
Leeya had tears running down her cheeks and said softly, "I
wish it was me. When will it be MY turn?"
"Darling," Mom said comfortingly, "You're only ten and a
half. Wait until you're outta school. You've got plenty of
time for this."
"I know," she moaned, "It's just that no one seems to
understand how important this is to me."
"Believe me, Leeya," I replied understandingly, "I do, I
really do, but it's just not the right time yet."
"Leeya dear," Monaavi said, as she took her hand, "Besides,
if you got pregnant now, your body is still small and
growing. You've got to think of your health and the baby's
too: you could have a lot of problems."
"I guess everyone's right," Leeya admitted, "It's just that
I want to be a mother in the worst sort of way. I know I'm
kind of a mother to Tina and the twins but I'd like my own
child."
"And you'll have your own child," Mom encouraged, "But for
your sake and that of your child's, wait until the time is
right."
"Alright," Leeya sadly conceded.
Well, the long awaited "Week of Impregnation" began after
prayers that evening. Leeya and Monaavi left Priya and I,
closing the door behind them with snickers and giggles.
Priya was wearing a pair of light khaki shorts and a snow-
white halter-top that only enhanced her chocolate colored
complexion. I stood looking at my Beloved and felt such an
intense love for her because from the moment I laid eyes
upon her, I've wanted a child with her.
All week long she'd been looking at me with such lust, but
now, there was only a soft love in her eyes. I stood silent
as I gazed upon her beauty: her slender shapely legs, the
curve of her hips and the taper of her waist. Her small
bulbous breasts poking straight out from her top and her
face: perfectly symmetrical with high cheekbones, a radiant
pearly white warm smile and those large, obsidian black
pools of smoldering passion.
Priya gave me a soft, warm, loving smile and reached behind
her back and untied her halter-top. As the straps fell to
her sides, she did the same behind her neck and simply let
go of each tie. The neck straps slowly slipped from her
neck and down her chest as her top fell to the floor,
exposing her pert, light brown breasts and dark brown
bulbous areolae.
I began to unbutton my shirt, both of us silent, our eyes
glued on each other's as we undressed while she unbuttoned
her shorts and let them fall from her hips to puddle at her
feet revealing a pair of blue silk hip hugger panties
trimmed in white lace. Priya stepped out of her shorts,
first her right foot then her left and slowly slid them to
one side with her dainty pink-soled foot.
Unbuttoning my shorts, I did as she had, letting them fall
to my feet and kicking them out of the way. Priya reached
up behind her head, pulling the scrunchie from her ponytail
and with head back, shook her head as she combed her waist
length blue-black wavy mane with her fingers.
Suddenly, it was like our wedding night revisited. Priya
did something I haven't seen in years: standing only in her
panties, she gave me a beautiful deep chocolate blush as
she parted her hair with her fingers, bringing the halves
over her shoulders to cover her breasts.
I sat in the chair and began to remove my shoes and socks
when she slowly walked towards me. Neither of us had
uttered a word, and when I'd finished with my last foot,
Priya stepped between my legs. I looked up and she smiled
sweetly with tears trickling down her cheeks.
I put my hands gently on her hips and pulled her to me.
Priya enfolded my head in her arms, pulled me to her breast
and gave a small shudder when my face made contact with her
hair-covered breasts.
She must have still been crying, because I felt a tear drop
and land on my forehead as she held me. I kissed the side
of her left breast through her hair and she whimpered as
she cried.
As Priya lovingly stroked the side of my head, she said
softly through her tears, "I've dreamed of this night for
five years. On my wedding night as a young girl, I gave
myself to you and you've given me a love that's been beyond
measure."
She kissed the top of my head and continued, "I thought
then that I'd never love you as much as I did that night,
but our love has grown and blossomed into something
magnificent. Even then, on that night, as you took my
innocence, I dreamt of you filling me with your seed and
creating a life. I've held this dream in my heart and
watched with silent sadness as the first fruit of your seed
issued forth from Monaavi."
Priya's heartfelt feelings poured from her as she sobbed
and began again, "Oh God, I love you so! With the passage
of each waking day, my little girl dreams as a bride have
only made me want this even more!"
As I pulled her to me and as she hugged me even tighter she
asked, "Sean, make love to me. Make love to me like you did
that night when I was eleven. Take me back to my wedding
night and make my little girl dream come true."
Like that very first night, I kissed the side of her hair-
cover breast, picked her up in my arms and carried her to
the bed. Like a shy little girl, Priya hid her face in the
hollow of my neck silently.
I set her on her feet and sat on the bed. Like that first
night, I slowly brushed away her cape of hair from her
breasts exposing them to me. I slowly brought my hands up
her now sensuously curved waist and cupped her breasts in
my hands. I brushed the pads of my fingertips across her
bulbous puffy areolae and her eraser-sized nipples hardened
and popped out.
She leaned in against my hands with a sigh as I brushed my
fingertips across her dark brown nipples. I gently pulled
her to me and slowly engulfed her left breast in my mouth
and sucked it in lightly. Priya enfolded my head in her
arms, started crying again and whispered, "Oh Sean, I love
you so much!"
I moved to her right breast feasting hungrily as she pulled
me tighter running her fingers through my hair. She
shuddered and I felt her knees start to buckle, so I
wrapped my hands around her waist without releasing my
greedy mouth from her breast and turned her, pulling her to
the bed on her back, coming to rest on top of her between
her legs.
Priya slid her feet up the bed, raising her knees on each
side of my chest and began a slow, rhythmic rotating of her
hips, humping up into my stomach. I kissed her passionately
and she hungrily sought out my tongue as she moaned into my
mouth.
I began kissing her face with little feather pecks and she
smiled with eyes closed, relishing in being loved. I wanted
to go slower but the passion of the moment made me crazy
with desire. I grabbed her hands, pulled them over her head
and began to lick her armpit and nip at her deltoid. I let
go of her hands and grasped her right breast and squeezed
it firmly causing it to protrude upward between thumb and
fingers.
I greedily sucked in as much of her breast in my mouth as I
could and sucked her areola to the back of my throat. The
sudden suction and distension of her puffy protuberance
caused her to gasp loudly, lurch upward with her hips and
she came softly saying, "Oh my! I just came!"
As I moved to her left breast doing the same, Priya
shuddered again. I licked and nipped the outline of her
bottom rib on each side of her chest as her breathing
caused the outline of her ribs to appear and disappear with
each panted breath she took.
As I moved south, Priya cupped her breasts and began to
tweak her nipples between thumb and forefinger as she
looked down with her chin on her chest… Panting.
I reached her panty-covered mons and lovingly bit her right
at the junction of her mons and crease. I sucked in her
silk-covered vulva and began to suck and nip with passion.
Rising up, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her
panties. She lifted her hips as I pulled them from her and
when I'd uncovered her vulva, I lifted her legs and removed
them, biting her left foot and throwing her panties
blindly.
With an ankle in each hand, I looked between Priya's legs.
She was sopping wet and her puffy fat labia were darkened
as her wetness glistened before me. I just had to taste
her!
Letting her ankles fall on my shoulders, I lovingly dove
right into her wet, effusing treasure. Priya's pussy was
STILL as soft as the day she was born! I pealed open her
chocolate peach and drank with abandon. Her juices were
thick, milky and musky, signaling her readiness for my
seed. After drinking her copious gift, I covered her clit
with my mouth. I immediately began strumming the tip of her
tingle button with the tip of my tongue and she squealed in
delight, thrusting herself hard into my mouth. Relentlessly
I attacked her pleasure button and she gasped twice with a
heavy lurch and shuddered out her orgasm with a little girl
squeak.
I couldn't take it any more! I rose up and pointed my
dripping cock at her entrance and gently pushed, sinking
into her slippery cunt about three inches. Priya
immediately gripped me tight with an "Oh God Sean!" for a
second before slowly releasing my invading cock.
I was so heated up it only took me about five strokes
before I brushed her cervix. Priya lurched and grunted a
"Uuuhhh!" when she felt the pressure. She felt totally
different!
Her cervix felt larger, kinda puffy and spongy and I
languidly stroked trying to find that "Sweet spot." I
pushed into her fornix forcefully and Priya wrapped her
arms around my chest and pulled herself to me in an
embrace. Panting and grunting Priya asked me, "I don't care
"Uuuhh" if it hurts Sean, "Uuuhh" Sperm me right against
"Uuuhh" my cervix, I want it deep "Uuuhh" in me!"
"Your pussy's glorious!" I panted out, "Squeeze me Baby,
fuck me with your muscles."
Priya's grunts became louder from the exertion and I gave
her quick forceful jabs of about two inches, deep inside
her depths. I felt my pubic bone touch hers a couple of
times and her little girl fat pussy lips were stretched
thin and collapsing as I thrust into her.
The gripping action of her clasping and releasing muscles
had me on the edge. I panted, "Can't hold it! Here it
comes!
I pulled back, felt for the mouth of her cervix and pushed
hard! Priya screamed and it felt like my cock was nestled
against a puckering mouth with just a quarter of an inch of
the tip cock nestled at the mouth of her womb.
"Aaaaahhhh!" I growled as I began jetting my gift into her.
I could feel the hot spray of my ejaculate wash back over
the head of my dick as I fired off four salvos into her.
When Priya felt the first spurt, She painfully pulled
herself tighter to me causing my dick to push even harder
against her cervical mouth, looked into my eyes wide-eyed
and shrieked at the top of her lungs "Yes! Oh God Yes!"
Priya held me as tight against her cervix as she could
while I spurted my seed into her as we spasmed and
shuddered together. Priya's fingernails dug into my back as
I twitched and dry spurted inside her. With each twitch,
she'd grasp and release my throbbing cock. I'd just give
her tiny lunges, trying to give her every drop with an
exerted "Uh!"
Exhausted for the time being, I leaned my weight on my
locked elbows. Priya slowly released herself from my
embrace and fell back to the bed, gently pulling me to her.
I gently lowered myself to rest on top of her with her legs
wrapped around my waist.
My frame was completely buried her under me but she
lovingly stroked my back as I continued to twitch inside
her. I could feel the hot moistness of her breath as Priya
panted into my ear. I engulfed the rounded edge of her
shoulder in my mouth just to taste her skin; her taste was
salty, sweet and aromatic.
After our panted breathing became regular enough to speak,
Priya gave a panted giggle and quipped, "Boy! You really
melted my chocolate didn't you?"
I panted back, "I sure as hell tried!"
I rose up and looked down to see my milky white semen start
to ooze from around my buried dick.
"You're leaking," I commented.
"I don't care," Priya whispered, "Stay inside me, I don't
want to let you go."
I lay still and Priya slowly rocked her pelvis, and as she
rocked, I savored the deliciously hot wet tightness of
being inside her, I began to weep. I thought back to our
wedding night when an eleven year-old girl gave herself to
me so completely and I was consumed with love for my soul
mate.
Priya felt the wetness of my tears and whispered, "What's
wrong, Love?"
I lifted my head to look at her and she took her thumbs and
wiped away my tears as I answered, "From the very moment I
saw you, I've wanted a child with you: a chocolate brown
little girl just like you!"
Priya smiled as her eyes welled up and she answered
sweetly, "My gift to you will be whatever Allah ordains:
girl or boy. My love for you will become life, and that
life will be part of you and a part of me and be a
testament to our enduring love. You honor me by accepting
my color in our child. No one could ever love me like you
Sean, and no one can love you more than I."
I rolled over on my back with Priya on top of me, still
impaled inside her. We held each other tenderly as we fell
off to sleep.
Priya and I made love twice more that evening and three
times each night thereafter for the entire week. Although I
gave her many anal orgasms digitally and orally, my dick
never touched her ass that week.
One of those nights, I pondered what Leeya had asked me
about loving each of my wives with all my heart. Like with
my children, each their own special person, each with their
own special gifts, each of my wives gave me something
special no one else could give.
Creating life with Monaavi was very precious to me and now,
attempting to create life with Priya brought its own
precious moments. Little Leeya…
Creating life in her will be just as precious!
I'm so blessed! Blessed in recognizing that creating life
is just as precious as seeing it take its first breath.
Continued in Chapter 84…
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