Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 23: Exposing the Demon (Mgg, rom cons, anal, ws)

After my conversation with Mom and Priya, I felt my mind was in complete emotional and mental upheaval. I was thankful to Allah that through all of this, I wasn’t looking at Aleeya with a demonic lust as if she was a piece of ripe, unplucked exotic fruit that was presented to me on a platter to be feasted on.

She was a child. Yes, a child I’d fantasized about having carnally, but now it was different. Somehow God had allowed the good in me to desire what everyone wants for a child: to live a happy life filled with the knowledge that she is loved and a person with worth to someone.

I thanked God for that line in a song from The Sound of Music that said “I must have done something right in my life” to have been given the gift of love from a remarkable young woman that I intuitively knew could save me from myself.

Priya finished bathing Aleeya around nine-thirty while I was sitting on the veranda alone staring up at the stars. She came out and sat beside me on the swing, looked up and asked, “Which star is ours?”

I kept looking up, silently for a moment, and pointed to the North Star saying, “That one. See it up there? Follow my hand.”

She leaned over as if using my arm as a pointer, and said, “Yes, I see it; why that one?”

I turned and looked in her eyes and replied, “Because as the heavens move, that one star remains constantly in position. It’s called the North Star and sailors used it to chart their course. It never moves, so it always served as a reference.”

I turned to her, hugged her to me with my head in the nape of her tiny neck and started to cry.

She cradled my head in her hands, running her fingers through my hair and asked, “What’s the matter, Sean? What’s gotten into you?”

Still buried in her neck, I whimpered out, “Though heaven and earth can move throughout the skies, my love for you is constant and never wavering. Do you believe that?”

Priya kissed my forehead and softly said, “I’ve known that since the first time I looked in your eyes. Do you remember when I told you that my love for you was deeper than yours, and that time would prove me correct?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Look back up at the stars. Come on, look up.”

I turned from her shoulder and looked up.

Priya hugged herself to my arm and said, “You are that North Star. My world and those of others will come to revolve around you because you are steady and true. You will be our strength. You have such a great capacity to love with complete acceptance that you’re totally unaware of.

“You see yourself as weak and unable to control your life, or mine, and those around you; but there’s a special quality about you that others see, yet you don’t.

“There’s a childlike tenderness that endears you to young girls like me, or Aleeya. Sarah and Haseeba see it; Momma and even Me Ma see it, and after tonight, I know your mom sees it. We very rarely find this quality in an Indian Muslim man. Papa has it to a certain degree also. To most Muslim men, we are unspoiled fruit to be eaten and cast away, to be controlled and abused. Look at the value Haseeba’s father placed on her. He sold her like one sells a rug and for much less. In India, that’s our life here.

“Do you remember our wedding night? How you let me change by myself, knowing I was frightened?”

“Yes, I remember, you really looked like a frightened kitten.”

“And when the time came, you let me disrobe by myself, letting me do it in a way that I was comfortable with. You could have just stripped me and taken me: it was, and still is your right, but you didn’t. You thought of me and making me become a woman in such a gentle way that seemed like… that’s the way God intended it to be.

“Our love will live on through the eons of time, our children carrying on our legacy. Like you said, even death cannot keep us apart. Do you think anyone else can? Mark my words, Husband; things will work out for the happiness of those that share it with us. Trust me and have faith, as I do that our love will never waver or wane.

“Tomorrow’s another day, let’s go to bed, there are two young girls that need the strength of your loving arms.” With that, she pulled me to my feet and led me into the house.

When we entered the bedroom, Priya saw Aleeya lying in the middle of the bed. She began to get undressed and said to me, “Sean, undress Aleeya for bed.”

I looked at her in shock, and she said, “Sean, undress her, she can’t sleep in that dress. Leave her panties on.”

I slowly walked to the bed and pulled down the duvet. I sat next to her and pulled her up to a sitting position in my arms. I pulled her long hair around her shoulder and began to unbutton her dress. My hands were shaking and I couldn’t undo the tiny buttons when Priya said, “Don’t be frightened, Sean. She trusts you and so do I.”

I unbuttoned the six buttons on her dress and pulled her sleeping form onto my lap. I gently pulled the dress over her head, and her left hand slipped from the arm, only to fall and rest in my groin. I sighed and laid her panty-clad form back on the bed, on her back. I turned to Priya and said, “You sleep next to her tonight, she needs you to hold her.”

“You sleep in the middle, we both need you.”

“Oh, Priya, why are you doing this to me? She’s just a baby.”

“A baby who needs you as much as I do right now; don’t be afraid, Sean. Everything will be all right, I promise.”

I undressed down to my boxers and knelt on the bed, picked her up and moved her to the outside of the bed. I lay down in the middle and waited for Priya to get in next to me.

“Kiss her goodnight, Sean.”

With pleading eyes, I asked not to do this. I felt as though I was committing adultery with my wife looking on.

“Sean, even in her sleep, she’ll know she is loved, please kiss her goodnight.”

I turned over and Aleeya was on her back with her hand across her panty-covered mons. I gently pressed my lips to her tiny closed mouth and gave her a lingering, closed mouth kiss. In her sleep, she smiled and whispered, “I love you.”

I turned and looked at my wife. She had tears in her eyes and a soft, loving smile and said, “I told you she knows.”

Priya climbed into bed facing me and put her arms around me and said, “I have never loved you more than I do right now.

“You have been trying to fight a war within yourself thinking that I would leave you if I found out what you’ve been struggling with. You haven’t figured it out yet, have you?”

“Figured what out?” I asked her.

“I know what your demon is. You think you can only survive with the feel of a child’s embrace. Lately, you’ve been fighting a war with a demon that’s trying to deceive you into believing that simply fucking a child will satisfy this defect in you and satisfy your beast, but it won’t. Do you know why?”

“No. Why?”

“Why do you think? The job of Satan is to deceive. He’s deceived you into believing that this is the real you, that you have no redeeming qualities, that you’re living a lie by actually caring and loving, and that you can only continue to survive and be satisfied by ravaging a child.

“The real you, the Godly part of you resists because you’d only be taking from that child. You’d take and take until she had nothing left to give, and having received nothing in return, you’d discard her and destroy her and you along with her. That’s Satan’s whole purpose: to destroy you and those he can use you to deceive to destroy others.”

I poured out my tears of shame, sobbing to the point that I’d felt my whole life was crumbling and that I was going to lose my only hope of salvation.

“I’m so ashamed,” I sobbed. “I have this demonic calling and yet I burn in my heart for only you. I will certainly perish without you. The only shred of sanity that has kept me from killing myself is you”

“Shushhh,” Priya consoled. “Don’t you see? Allah is showing you that what’s in your heart is the real you, the vision in your head is the lie. Deep down, you don’t have the capacity to destroy a child’s love. If you did, you would have destroyed mine for your own need. You would have used me to sate the beast without regard for me or my feelings.”

“How did you know?”

“I suspected at my homecoming party with Aleeya, but when you said you liked me as a child, I knew.”

“Why don’t you hate me for it?”

“Because of your love and acceptance for me, and because I see what you have to offer children like Aleeya and me. Your vision has been clouded by your own self-loathing and you don’t realize that deep down, you’re not that pervert Satan would have you believe with a taste for child flesh, but someone who has the unique quality to actually love a child that needs a special love in a unique and special way. In order to have the fulfillment you need, your inner love and caring control you because that’s who you are, and awakening the woman in a girl is what gives you the pleasure you seek.

“Do you think I would consider giving you Aleeya just to have a small child to ravage for some demonic, carnal pleasure? I would never destroy a child, much less my cousin to satisfy a demon. You have a special ability to love a child and nourish her as you’ve nourished me, each in our own unique and special way; and in return she’ll give you her soul and never stop giving because you treasure her, as do I.

“Yes, the body of a child is the attraction. Every man under the sun secretly has desired a young nubile girl in his heart at some point in his life; it’s the nature of a man. That’s what the demon has used against you, trying to pervert the intent. Motive of intent is the crime. By hardening your heart, the demon has tried to erase what you are intuitively gifted to give, but it’s that innocently unrestrained love only a child can give that your heart seeks as its reward. No one in the world has the capacity to blindly love as a child. I know we shall never part. Do you think I believe that anyone could replace me in your heart?

“There’s room in your heart for me - and for Aleeya. My love is so great, I can share you with my future sister bride because I know your love for me burns with an eternal flame lit by Allah just for me. Together, Aleeya and I can only make the love you feel for each of us even stronger.

“When I am old and grey, as will Aleeya become in time, that unfettered love we express for you, that which you’ve given us as children will always live on as a childlike love. As the hands of time pass and we all get older, you will look back on this night and my words and you will realize it wasn’t your love for a child that was your demon, it was the demon trying to prevent you from giving each of us as a woman/child a love that you’ve been blessed with to give in a special way, that only you could have given to us.

“You will love Aleeya; but differently than you do me. You can give both of us what we need without denying either of us. I will give you Aleeya as your wife, and I know what’s best for you and for her. Once she becomes your wife, promise me that you will please her as she desires, but do not penetrate her until she feels she’s ready. That may be on her wedding night or it may not come for some time; but give her the right as you gave me, and let her give herself when she’s ready. Aleeya will always need a gentle, reassuring, almost fatherly love. Promise me you will always love her tenderly. Aleeya may never show you the raw passion we share, but her love for you will forever be a childlike love.

“I do not know the mysteries that God has planned for each of us, but it seems that we are all here, at this place and time because certain people have certain needs. You told me on my wedding day that God said there’s a time for everything under the sun. Just as no one but Him knows when it’s time, or at what age, we decide to accept God as our guiding force, no one but Him knows when it’s time for us to marry. For me, it was eleven, for Aleeya, it will be five, and for you it was eighteen. But God gives us what we need when He feels that we need it.

“I have unconditionally met my vows to you and am confident enough in your love for me that I have laid myself open for you to divorce me for another, and I so desperately need your reassurance that you’ll always keep these promises to me.

“Promise never to forsake me, and give me the rights due the first wife and I shall bear your first child. Allow me to feed you in a loving way as you feed my needs in a loving way. Never forsake and break my heart. As I live and breathe, I know it will be my name you speak with your dying breath. In keeping me above all others, I will die knowing that I have enriched our lives and those that share our family of love.”

I felt my heart sigh as I realized I wasn’t going to lose her and I said, “Not because I want another, I will promise you because you accept me even with this evil in my heart.”

“Our demons are greater than both of us, but together we can control the beasts we are unable to quell by ourselves together in trust and love.”

My thoughts turned to my selfless wife and asked, “But what of your demon?”

Priya looked down for a moment, and then looking me in the eyes replied, “My demon is my sin. I know the Koran says that what I crave is a sin and I shall always pray for forgiveness for my sin. Your sin is that you feed mine. I have accepted that this is a part of me. It’s part of who I am and I may someday come to terms with it, but I am weak and I need this from you as I need your love and acceptance. I can accept your need because you have accepted mine and you love me despite myself.

“Although I have great faith and try to be a good Muslim woman, there’s a part of me that some would say is vile and I should be damned to hell. As your wife and lover, I feel totally free, unrestrained and uninhibited. I revel in acting like a whore, but I’m your whore. You’re my husband and I can be free to be as nasty and dirty as I want because I cannot contain the passion that burns within me to do these things with you.

“You are such a physically beautiful man and I have lived my life in shame because it was always reinforced since childhood that a black girl like me would have to settle for being mistreated and abused by a man who kept telling me that I should feel privileged to even be taken by his dog. I feared marriage because I truly believed that someone like you could never love a girl like me, and that I would die a lonely existence with a childish dream of unfulfilled love.

“But you came along and you loved me. You were enthralled and mesmerized with me. You even loved my shame by telling me that you couldn’t imagine my beauty without being brown. You set me free! You love all of me, even the parts of me that others wouldn’t touch or taste. You don’t think of me as a whore, but I feel so much fire for you, I cannot contain myself. I will die with this fire in my belly for you: it’s always there, always burning and always needing release.

“And as in my dreams, you are always there: needing me. It’s as if we feed on each other, your need for me matches my need to give, and I can be free to give what’s in my heart without shame or guilt. We all have needs of the flesh, and although it’s a sin, we’re not hurting anyone by it. To others, it may be perversion, but to me, it’s an expression of love between us. If I am flawed, I feel no shame because you have accepted me: flaws included. Never lie to me, Sean as I have never lied to you and we shall find happiness in our own way. Now love me, Husband, and fulfill my need.”

I felt as though I had been redeemed and my spirit set free. Not because I would gain a mere babe as a bride, but the release of knowing that the most important person in my life, and the love I felt gave me my next breath had rendered the beast powerless over me. I was free. I didn’t ever have to secretly lock that demon away, because I wouldn’t have to do battle alone ever again.

I began to cry and said softly in her ear, “What are we to do? I want only you, how can we devote ourselves to each other with a child in our bed?” I want to make love to you so much right now. Can’t you see she’s already coming between us?”

Looking into my eyes, Priya softly asked, “Make love to me, Husband. If she wakes, she’ll learn how to express her love for you without shame. “

I turned to her and enveloped her whole mouth as I sought her taste. Our tongues danced to the song of deep passionate love. I wanted all of her and she relinquished all of herself to me. I kissed every square inch of her entire face. With her head tilted back, she invited me to partake, not missing a millimeter. I kissed and sucked her ears, and she urged me on whispering, “Love me, Sean. Love all of me!”

I kissed her entire upper chest and licked her underarms, tasting the salty sweetness. I engorged myself on her tiny breasts, suckling to be fed the nourishment of babes. First her left then slathering her chest as I sought out her right breast. As she arched her back to feed what she hadn’t yet to give, she moaned softly, “Yes, my darling. Feast of my love for you.” I licked and nibbled her sides, her stomach and around her navel. When I reached her waist, I ripped her panties from her body and flung them across the room. She raised her knees and pulled herself open to me and said, “Eat me, Sean. Eat my baby pussy!

I covered her entire vulva in my mouth and sucked her as if trying to swallow her in one bite. Her entire vulva was satiny smooth, now devoid of a single hair, and I shuddered at the feel of its softness against the ridges of the roof of my mouth. I peeled open her lips to drink from the flowing river of her desire. She was panting loudly and pulling herself into my mouth. She was squeezing her cunny open and closed, squeezing out her copious nectar. I lapped and lapped but it kept never ceasing to flow. She grunted and whispered to me, “Drink, drink of from the well of my womb. My passion for you is never ending!”

I covered her urethra and tapped her leg. She cried out, “Oh my God, you know just what I need!” She grunted as she bore down and her flow began. I sucked her piss as she flowed in spurts. She growled a throaty, devilish groan, saying, “I love it so! Oh God, Sean, I can’t help myself, I love it so. I’m cumming!”

When her flow stopped, I rose to mount her as she lay still panting from her orgasm and thrust into her with one deep push. She grunted in her throat, looking me in the eyes with lust, and said, “Only you, my love, can fill my desires.”

I slowed as I looked in her eyes, and said to her, “I could never live without you. You will always be my life.”

She growled, “Shut up and fuck me, fuck my little pussy and fill me up!” I began with slow, long thrusts, but soon picked up the pace. She was grunting with each thrust “Uuuhhh” as I hit bottom as she worked her hips to meet my thrusts. Her hair matted with sweat and her eyes were on fire.

Staring directly into my eyes, she was encouraging me on saying, “Cum for me Sean. Cum…. cum… cum for me and she locked up and began rippling her cunt muscles as she quivered. I thrust into her, trying to crawl inside and let loose: spurting one, two, three, four times. She lay there shuddering in a continuous orgasm. I’d shot so much into her it was foaming out around my dick at her vaginal opening. I pulled out and Priya lay there with her tiny hole gaping and flowing like a river down the crack of her ass.

I saw her cum covered star wink, so I placed my still erect member to her nether hole and pushed. She pulled her legs back to her chest and said in a guttural moan, “Yessss, in my ass! Fuck my little black ass! Give it to me!”

In three strokes I was completely buried and she pulled her ass up to meet my strokes, grunting, “I love it, I love it so much!” She was milking my cock so tightly and with me being crazed with lust, I couldn’t hold out any longer, telling her, “Here it comes. Take it all!” When I came, it was actually painful because I was pumping a dry load.

I sank to my elbows, resting on her legs panting for breath. She was squeezing my dick with her sphincter slowly, and with her head turned towards Aleeya, who, amazingly had slept though it all. She grinned and saying softly, “Do it! Give it to me, you know I need it: pee for me!” With my head buried in her thighs, I slowly released my bladder.

She shuddered and instantly came again saying, “So nasty; so very fucking… nasty!”

I looked up, and Aleeya was looking into Priya’s eyes with a shy smile on her face. I was shocked! Here we were, Priya on her back with her legs pulled past her shoulders and her butt off the bed in the air with my dick impaled in her ass!

Aleeya never took her eyes off Priya’s (probably afraid of what she might see if she looked down) shocked at the sight with her eyes wide open and mouth agape silent.

Aleeya slowly looked up at me, back at Priya, and then her eyes slowly started to travel downward. When she saw Priya’s ass tilted up in the air with my dick buried inside her, she sat up, looked around to get a better view and said, “Oh my gosh! Oh my, oh my, oh my gosh!”

Priya and I looked at each other trying to figure out what to say about our current state of coupling when Aleeya asked Priya, “If I marry Sean, will we do this?”

Priya giggled and said, “Only if you want to. You’ll have to excuse us, but we’ve got to go to the bathroom. We’ll be right back, alright?”

Aleeya was still wide-eyed and mouth agape and said something to Priya in Tamil. She stared as I picked Priya us and walked into the bathroom still stuck in Priya’s ass.

I asked Priya what she said, and Priya giggled and said, “She said we were very naughty.”

We quickly showered and cleaned up the mess and returned a few minutes later, both wrapped in towels. Priya sat on the bed and beckoned Aleeya to come sit next to her. Priya put her arm around Aleeya and said, “I’m sorry, Aleeya, we shouldn’t have done that with you in bed with us. You shouldn’t have seen that.”

Aleeya was looking down in embarrassment and not wanting to look at me directly, asked, “Is that one of those secret things husbands and wives do?”

“Yes, it is, “Priya admitted. “Did we scare you?”

“No,” Aleeya whispered, “it just embarrassed me to see that.”

I felt guilty about getting carried away and forgetting the child was there and said, “Aleeya, I’m sorry we embarrassed you. We shouldn’t have done it with you here.”

I continued by saying, “I need to ask you a favor.”

“What favor?” she now looked up at me and asked.

“Whatever happens in the bedroom,” I began, “needs to be kept in the bedroom. If you were married, would you want someone else to know what you did?”

“Oh gosh, no!” she exclaimed.

Priya hugged her and said, “Then, this has to be our secret, all right?” Sean and I didn’t do anything wrong, but doing it with you here was wrong and we could get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said quietly, “secret things are secret.”

Aleeya looked at Priya and asked, “Are we going to do secret things?”

“No, Sweetheart, nothing like Sean and I did, you’re not married yet. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Well Sean’s seen me nay-kid, and that’s not right, can I see him nay-kid?”

Priya smiled at her and whispered, “So, you want to be a little naughty too?”

“I just want to be married to Sean.”

“You really want to marry Sean, don’t you?”

“Oh yes! More than anything else in the world!”

“I’ll tell you a secret, but you can’t tell anyone, do you understand? Nobody!”

“I promise. I can keep secrets real good. I never told anyone about Mommy beating me, did I?”

“No you didn’t. I know you can keep a secret. So here’s the secret. Sean and I will talk to your Daddy and see if he’ll let you marry Sean, okay?

“Oh yes! I’m the happiest girl in the whole wide world!”

“Remember now, he may say no, but we’ll do our best, all right?”

“I believe you!”

“Tonight is your last night here with us. Tomorrow you have to go back home. Now, Now, don’t cry.”

Crying, she pleaded, “I don’t feel safe at home, only here with you and Sean.”

“If things work out, you won’t have to be there very long. I need you to be a big, brave girl. Only big girls can get married. Are you a big girl?”

“Yes, I’m a big girl and I want to get married to Sean.”

“If you can be a big girl and keep a secret, I’ll let you be a little naughty and share you with Sean tonight, okay?”

I looked at Priya in surprised shock, not knowing where she was going with this, but I waited to hear her out.

Aleeya blushed, and got a shy smile on her face and shyly whispered to Priya, “What do I have to do to be a little bit naughty?”

“I’ll share Sean with you and let you pretend he’s your husband: just for tonight. You can sleep with Sean like you are his wife. Do you want to do that?”

“How do I sleep with him as his wife?”

“You sleep very close to each other without any clothes on so you can feel your husband’s body close to yours. Does that frighten you?”

She looked up at me and then at the towel and asked shyly, “You won’t make fun of me, will you?”

I smiled and said, “I would never make fun of you, ever.”

“Okay, will you hold me close?”

“Yes, Sweetheart, very close.”

“All right, but will you be here with us, Priya?”

“Yes, Baby, right here next to you. You can have Sean all to yourself.”

“Okay, I think I’d like that.”

“All right then,” Priya said. “Do you want to take your panties off now, or should I turn off the light?”

“If Sean will show me his body, I’ll show him mine. Is that okay?”

“Okay,” I smiled and said, and then slowly let the towel drop to the floor.

“Oh, Priya!” Aleeya exclaimed, “He’s so beautiful, just like the statues in the museum! And his thingy is so big!”

I laughed and said, “It’s only big because you’re little and I’m a full grown man.”

She shyly rose to stand at the edge of the bed, and never taking her eyes off of mine, reached into her waistband and began to lower her panties. She bent forward to lower them, and when they’d passed her thighs, she stood and let them fall to the floor around her feet. She stepped sideways out of them and stood with her hands at her sides as she began to shiver slightly.

I smiled at her and said, “You are a very beautiful young girl!”

Priya smiled and playfully said to her, “Okay, you young bride, up into bed with you!”

As Aleeya turned to climb into bed, Priya saw I was starting to firm. As I knelt on the bed next to her to get into bed, she told Aleeya that she needed to speak to me for a moment and that we’d be right back.

We went to the sitting room and sat on the love seat, and Priya whispered to me, “You may pleasure her, but no penetration: not even a finger. Try to bring her off by putting yourself between her legs. That way you can both give each other pleasure. Be gentle and don’t frighten her. Let me be a part of your love and watch.”

“I’ll be gentle and loving, Priya. I promise.”

“Okay then, make her dream come true.”

With that, Priya got into bed lying on her left side facing Aleeya, who was lying on her right side. I went around to the other side and slid in behind Aleeya. When she first felt me gently pull her to me and settle her into my groin, she felt my hardened member against her butt and flexing her knees, pulled her pelvis away from me.

I asked her, “Are you frightened?”

Whispering, she said, “A little. I’m scared because I don’t know what’s going to happen. Are you gonna stick your big thingy in my poopy hole like you did with Priya?”

“No, Sweetheart, I’m not. I just want to be very close to you like a husband.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

Softly, I said to her, “Scoot your butt up against me and lift your leg a little bit.”

“Why? What are you going to do?”

‘Aleeya, do you trust me? Do you believe that I would never hurt you?”

“Yes, I trust you. I know you won’t hurt me, but I’m frightened.”

“Would you like to get dressed and go to sleep like last night?”

“Will it hurt or make me feel good?”

“I’ll try very hard to make you feel very good.”

“Okay.” With that, she lifted her leg and looked down.

Priya handed me the tube of KY and I coated my dick and laid my erection between her legs, Aleeya was still looking down gasping as I coated her baby fat labia and worked it into her folds. I slipped my length into the depths of her slick crease with the head of my dick just barely poking out in front at the top of her mons. Her lips were so fat they nearly completely surrounded me. I then placed her leg back down.

Aleeya gasped when I slid my dick forward a few inches and she squeaked, “Oh my!”

Her body was so small I had about three inches sticking out of the front of her crease. When I touched her little nubbin as my cock passed over her hood, she jerked with a gasp.

I asked her, “Are you alright?”

She took an intake of breath and said “Wow, tingly electric shocks!”

I put my left arm under her neck as a pillow and placed my right hand on her hip. I then slowly began to stroke through the length of her crease with my dick, letting the head rub against her little hood. I stopped when the very tip of my cock was pressing where I thought her clit should be. She was so tiny all I could feel was a tiny bump about the size of a BB.

After about three or four strokes across her little clitty, it peeked itself out and felt to be about the size of a grain of rice, and it was stiff. Her entire vulva became very warm, almost hot, and she was beginning to produce some lubrication: a little sticky at first, then slowly becoming slick.

Both Priya and I could smell the faintness of her arousal and Priya smiled at me and nodded. Priya was stroking her face as I slowly fucked her tiny slit.

Aleeya began to pant, she squeezed her legs together to increase the friction and nature began to take its course. She began to rotate her hips, knowing that with the increased pressure on her tingle button brought more delight. She was hugging my arm with both hands and starting to work her hips a little faster and I asked her, “Are you all right?”

“It’s wonderful! The room is spinning and I feel tingly all over, especially in my pee-pee!”

I increased my thrusts just a little bit faster, and she was really grinding her button against the head of my dick. I was getting close, when she said, “I feel like I’m going to pee myself! Stop! I don’t want to pee on you!”

Trying to calm her down, I softly said to her, “Shhh, you’re not going to pee yourself, trust me. It will feel wonderful! Everything inside you will explode in a delightful wave of pleasure. You won’t pee yourself, I promise. Just let yourself go and feel it happen.”

She was really grinding her pelvis and panting loudly through her mouth, and with a high pitched whine, she reached down and grabbed the two inches of my cock protruding from her slit, went totally rigid and locked her legs around my cock and moaned out, “Oh my God, I’m exploding inside!”

With all of her combined actions, I exploded into her hand. We lay there for a couple of minutes before she relaxed and I withdrew from between her legs. She felt my semen on her hand and stomach and said, “What’s this?”

I told her it came from me, that it was sperm and the juice that makes babies.

She moaned softly and rubbed it into her stomach and looking up at me said, “You’ll give me a baby one day, won’t you, Sean?”

I kissed her forehead and replied, “Yes, my soon-to-be wife, I’ll give you a baby some day.”

She rolled the slick substance in her fingers and brought it to her mouth. She tasted it tentatively and said, “This is the love you give me, isn’t it?”

“Yes, baby, it is.”

“I like the taste of your love.”

Priya returned with a warm cloth and cleaned us both, and asked Aleeya, “Well, do you like acting like a married little girl?”

Giggling she replied, “I can’t wait for the day I don’t have to act.”

Laughing, Priya and I kissed her goodnight, and she closed her eyes as if asleep before Priya and I kissed each other goodnight.

A few minutes later, Aleeya lifted her leg, and placed my flaccid member between her legs and quickly fell off to sleep.