Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 38: Things Even Out (Mgg, rom, cons, oral, anal, ws)

Priya awoke to my stirring the next morning. I had slipped out of Aleeya’s tiny gripping vagina, but the weight on my chest was what woke me. I gently eased her off of me onto the bed and Priya and I went to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, Priya had that “Gotta have it” look. We stepped into the shower and without saying a word she put her hand on my shoulder and pulled me downward. Once I was kneeling in front of her looking up, she asked, “Please, Sean, I need it.”

“Okay, Baby,” I said and sat between her legs. We’d played these games from the very first night of our marriage, and we both knew what to do.

I sat between her straddled legs as she peeled herself open for me. I reminded her, “Not until I tell you.”

She had her head up and nodded and in a guttural tone, said, “No, not until you tell me.”

Just the anticipation had her dripping wet. I watched the opaque white fluid run down her chocolate colored perineum and leaned forward and drank it in. I placed my mouth over her urethra and began to diddle her clit with my right thumb as I gently sucked her pee hole. She was truly in need because it only took me about two minutes of this and her legs were quivering as she approached her peak. I kept it up until her legs were practically shaking.

I wrapped my left arm around her legs and tapped her thigh, and she let loose her flow. She’d just started flowing when I pinched her clit and she went off like a gun. The muscle spasms from her orgasm were causing her to pee in spurts. Her head thrown as far back as it would go, her blue-black mane covering most of her butt. She cried out loudly, “Oh God, Sean, I’m cumming hard, so fucking hard!”

Her legs buckled and I held her in place until she’d finished her flow. I then slowly lowered her to sit on my lap and held her there in my arms. Without saying a word she slid down my legs and took me in her mouth. I wrapped my hands around her hair to make a ponytail and held it in my hand and watched as I relaxed my bladder for her. She moaned out a loud “Mmmmm” as she came again as she drank.

When finished, she slid back up my legs and into my arms. With her head on my chest, she said to me, “I need you. Fuck me. Fuck my ass here in the shower. I’m hungry for you after last night. Seeing you with Aleeya like that drove me crazy. I need you.”

She shakily stood, and I followed as she turned on the shower. I soaped up her body and reached around to her mons and found her clit. I stroked it in circles, and she leaned against the shower and arched her back. I placed my wet and soapy member against her dark brown star and pushed. She pushed herself back against me driving my almost inside her to the hilt.

She looked back at me over her shoulder and growled, “Fuck my ass, Sean. Fuck me hard!”

I started stroking in and out of her slowly, but after about couple of minutes, I was quickly slapping my balls against her puffy pussy lips. She was grunting a loud “Uuuhh” with each thrust as she pushed herself back to meet me. For some reason, her fiery passion always ignites the beast in me, and I was grunting and slamming her ass as hard as I could. Soon, I told her, “Close, real close.”

Like a bitch in heat, she shot back, “Cum for me, cum for me Sean. Fill my ass!”

I grunted once more and drove her head against the wall and let loose deep in her colon. She shuddered and clamped her anal ring around me in spasms as she came, moaning out, “So hot, it feels so hot deep inside me!”

After both of us and our spasms ceased, I pulled out of her and leaned against the back wall of the shower drained, while Priya hugged the opposite wall. I slowly regained my legs and stood. I pulled Priya to me and whispered in her ear, “Honey, we can’t keep doing this all the time. Aleeya’s gonna find out, and these sessions are getting more and more intense. Soon, I’m afraid that it will consume us both.”

She turned and fell against my chest and started crying. As I held her she started shaking and said, “Sean, sometimes… Sometimes, I just get consumed with this fire inside me, and it’s like I become a different person. Ever since I saw you that first night, I would go to bed dripping wet at night just thinking of you. When I asked my momma about it, she shook her head and said to me, “Be careful child, that kind of passion can consume a man.” Am I consuming you, Sean? Am I?”

I softly said to her, “I’m already consumed by you and have been since that first night also. It’s just that I feel guilty. I feel guilty that on our wedding night, what started out as harmless sex play that I initiated has given way to your addiction for these games. Somehow, it’s changing you. If we did these things in a playful manner as if it was something kinky we enjoyed doing together it wouldn’t be so bad, but sometimes you get almost…”

“Almost what?”

“Almost like an animal in your cravings. The intensity of it all scares me sometimes. It just seems like sometimes you’re out of control.”

She started crying again and said, “You’re right, sometimes I am out of control, and I always thought that you could keep me from hurting myself by this. I don’t think I can ever live without doing these things with you, but if we did them more often, I wouldn’t get so out of control. Can you try and make this game of ours more playful, and maybe less intense? I don’t want to lose you. You’re my life, and I couldn’t bear it if you rejected me.”

“I’ll never reject you, Priya, never.” I said. “We’ll work it out. I just want you to try and control it; you know, tone it done a notch or two, that’s all.”

“I’ll try,” she replied. “I love you, Sean with all my heart. Everything I’ve done or thought about since we’ve been married has been for you. My life is devoted to making you happy. I couldn’t bear it if I drove you away, I just couldn’t bear it. I love you so, I really do.”

“I love you too, forever.” I said to her. “Let’s face it, we’re soul mates and we’ll never part. We’ll get through this, as we will anything else that we share in life. Now, we’d better get showered because we start to look like two shriveled up prunes.”

She relaxed and we finished our shower. I was sitting on the bed as Priya dried her hair just looking at little Aleeya’s sleeping form. She was lying on her back with her legs partially open. I could see her pussy lips almost down to her perineum. Where her hole was hidden in her folds, the inward curved portion of her labia where they folded into her crease had a tint of pinkness.

I gently pulled her legs apart and gently pried open her lips and saw that around her hole was a brighter pink and slightly inflamed and swollen. I turned to see Priya watching me and I said to her, “She’s probably going to be sore there for a few days. She’s inflamed a little and swollen.”

Priya said, “Why don’t you put some of that cream on her that you used on me.”

I nodded and went to the medicine cabinet and retrieved the analgesic cream along with a warm washcloth and returned to the bed. I sat down next to her and leaned over and kissed her. With her eyes still closed, she smiled. I brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her again and she opened her eyes.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” I said with a smile.

“Morning, Husband,” she replied as she smiled back.

“How do you feel this morning, kind of sore down there?”

She lowered her hand and ran her fingers down her labia and hissed, “Oooh, yeah, it’s sensitive and a little sore inside.”

“Pull your legs back,” I instructed, “I’ve got some cream that will help with the pain, okay?”

She slowly pulled her legs up and held her legs with her hands. I gently opened her labia, cleaned her as gently as possible and applied a little cream around her hole, gently pushing some inside her and applied it around the inside of her opening. She hissed, “It stings.”

I replied, “I know, but that will stop real soon and it will actually make you feel better.”

I applied some more to the area in her crease and on her lips that were slightly reddened. I took her legs in hand and pulled them down to rest on the bed. After a minute or two, she said she was indeed feeling much better.

When she started to stand, she wobbled a bit and giggling said, “Boy, your dick sure is big! It felt like you stuck your hand or something inside me.”

Joking with her, I said, “You know it’s your night tonight; want to do it some more?”

Looking at me with a look that said “Not,” she replied, “Not there for a while, but I like you inside me, even if I am small. Maybe we can try my poopy hole tonight.”

Priya and I both laughed and I said to her, “Boy, you’re a real glutton for punishment, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “What’s a glutton?”

Priya, looking at me said to her, “Someone who can’t get enough of something.”

“Oh,” Aleeya said. “Then I am a glutton. I’ll always be a glutton for you, Sean, always.”

I wrapped my little wife in my arms and whispered, “You don’t know how much I love you, Princess. I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

After dressing and saying prayers, we went downstairs to eat. It was Saturday, but Pita had brought Attiya with her. After everyone ate and the dishes were done, I told Priya to take all the females shopping and to make sure she bought Attiya some clothes. Pita didn’t want to go, but I threatened her with firing her (with a smile) and she acquiesced.

I laid around and watched a U.S. football game on ESPN and dozed off on the couch. I awoke to giggles about five and I knew the girls were back. I wondered how big a dent they put in my credit card.

Over the next several months, things went fairly smoothly, except for an occasional bump in the road. Aleeya and Attiya were doing well with their studies and Attiya was speaking more as each week went by. Monaavi was doing an excellent job. She has a quiet and gentle disposition and led the girls firmly and the three of them became very close.

As for our intimate life, Priya and I would engage in her water sport play several times a week and her intensity level did indeed come down a few notches. We had seemed to find a middle ground that actually made us closer.

Using some of the softer techniques I’d learned making love to Aleeya, Priya and I shared many more gentle and tender encounters which meant as much to me, if not more, than our nights of unbridled debauchery. Priya was right about Aleeya. Once she’d had penetrative sex, it became part of our lovemaking. We didn’t engage in sex as often as Priya and me, but she enjoyed gentle penetrative love, both vaginally and anally fairly regularly.

With her, I was always satisfied, but in a very different way than with Priya. With Aleeya, it was always gentle and tender. Our lovemaking always had the personality trait of being soft and sweet, and to me, very sensual. She made me work; she was always high maintenance, but I was always rewarded with every ounce of love she had in her heart.

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One evening, I was sitting on the veranda, just relaxing. I could hear Monaavi and Aleeya in the kitchen through the open window talking about sex. Attiya was at home sick that day and Pita had to be cleaning elsewhere in the house. Mind you now, Monaavi is twenty-two and still a virgin.

I heard Aleeya tell Monaavi, “Tonight is my night to be with Sean. I really enjoy our nights together. I always feel so alone on Priya’s nights because I have to sleep by myself.”

Monaavi replied, “I sleep by myself every night. I still don’t know what it’s like to sleep with a man. Sometimes I lie in bed and wonder what a man’s body would feel like next to mine.”

“Oh, Monaavi, it’s the most wonderful thing in the world!”

“What’s it like? Do you sleep with clothes on?”

“No, we never wear clothes to bed. Sean is so big and strong and when he holds me, I can feel his muscles. He makes me feel like nothing in the world can get to me and I feel so safe and warm.

“He doesn’t know it, but sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and pull the covers down just to look at him. He’s so big and strong he’s got muscles everywhere, just like those statues in the museums! Sometimes, I like to run my hands over his chest, stomach or his arms and legs so I can feel all of his muscles.”

“What was your wedding night like?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, when you ‘did it’ for the first time.”

“Did it? I don’t understand what you mean. We did a lot of things.”

“You know, when he took your virginity.”

“On my wedding might, Sean taught me how to French kiss, I really like that. Then he touched me all over, then he kissed and licked me everywhere, and then he spermed me. I had four ‘gasms that night. It was wonderful!”

“Licked you everywhere? You mean he licked you there?”

“Uh huh, my poopy too and boy does it feel sooooo goooood!”

“Gasp! There too? It does?”

“Oh gawd, Monaavi, if you only knew how good. He’s got a magical tongue!”

“Wow… I wonder if my husband would ever lick me there?”

“Yeah, wow. If your husband won’t lick your tingle button, then don’t give him a sucker job. It’s that simple.”

“What’s a tingle button?”

Aleeya must have shown her where it was because she answered, “Here, see it? Whenever it’s touched, licked or sucked it tingles and sends you to heaven.”

“Oh. How can you refuse your husband?”

“Sean would never ask me to do anything I didn’t want to do. He’d never, ever force me. All I’m saying is, if your husband won’t put his mouth on you down there, why should you do it to him?”

“That makes sense. Did you suck Sean’s… thing on your wedding night?”

“Uh huh. Yeah, I sucked it and even drank his sperms. Well, some of it. He must have shot a liter into my mouth and I couldn’t swallow that fast. He’s got a big thingy and it always shoots lots of sperms.”

“Gasp! You sucked his manhood and drank his sperm?”

“Uh huh. I just love the taste of his sperms. I can taste his love for me”

“What’s it taste like?”

“It’s a little salty, but other than that there’s not much taste. It’s the meaning that makes it so delicious. It’s the love he has for me that pours from his body and I can taste his love and his love tastes sweet.”

“That’s such a beautiful thing to say, Aleeya.”

“That’s how I feel. Monaavi, I love him so much I just burst inside. I’m not pretty like Priya or you, but he thinks I’m beautiful and he makes me feel beautiful.”

“I’m not beautiful Aleeya, but you are truly a beautiful little wife. I envy you. I go to bed at night and dream of having what you have with Sean.”

“Don’t worry; it will happen someday, I’m sure of it.”

“You said he spermed you? What’s that?”

“You know, when he puts his thingy inside your coochie and squirts his love inside you. It’s the most wonderful feeling! When he squirts his love inside you, it feels so hot! One day, he’ll make a baby girl inside me.”

“How do you know that?”

“Allah told me the night he put his thingy inside me and spermed me. I can’t explain it, but I knew in my heart my first baby will be a girl.”

“Strange… did it hurt?”

“Kinda, but it was a good hurt. I was pretty sore for a few days, but after that, it feels wonderful to have him inside me.”

“What’s a ‘gasm?”

“Don’t you know anything? It’s when all those wonderful tingly feelings keep getting stronger and stronger until you just explode inside. It feels almost like dying and going to heaven. I just love ‘gasms!”

“I wonder if my future husband will give me a ‘gasm?”

“Here’s Sean’s secret. He told me to just let myself feel what he does to me. If I like it, tell him. If I don’t like it, tell him that too. If I tell him what I like he keeps doing it and after a while I have a ‘gasm. It’s simple. He told me that Allah has taught all creatures how to do it, so when the time comes you’ll know in your heart what to do; at least that’s what Sean told me and darned if he wasn’t right.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“I don’t understand something though.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re the teacher, why am I teaching you about secret things?”

Giggling, Monaavi replied, “Because you’re married and have the knowledge. I’m not; I’ve never even been kissed yet.”

“Well, learn those Frencher kisses. They give you lots of tingles!”

“Tingles? What are tingles?”

“Boy! You really don’t know anything do you? They’re those feelings you get when he touches your secret places and makes you really want to do those secret things. Sean said making love is all about tingles. The more tingles, the better it feels; the better it feels, the more ‘gasms. And that’s that!”

“Oh, tingles. I’ll have to remember that.”

“That’s it. Tingles, it’s all about the tingles.”

I figured I’d heard enough and Monaavi had about as much instruction in the subject as Aleeya could provide in an impromptu sex Ed 101 class so I got up, making a little noise outside and went inside.

I think Monaavi had an inkling that I may have overheard part or all of the conversation because she looked embarrassed. I asked, “What are you girls up to?”

Aleeya proffered quickly, “Talking about tingles.”

Monaavi flushed a bright pink and I said, “Oh, that’s nice. It’s all about the tingles, right, Baby?”

“Right,” Aleeya nodded firmly and said.

I walked through to the living room to watch TV not wishing to embarrass Monaavi any further. Priya finished her homework in the study and joined me on the couch. We giggled a little as I told her about the sex Ed class Aleeya had given Monaavi.

Monaavi, still blushing said good night and left for the day. Pita came from the upstairs and began to start dinner. Priya, Aleeya and I went upstairs to complete our evening ritual before dinner.

Pita was more relaxed eating with us now, and she seemed to be very happy, so Priya asked her, “What’s got you in such a cheery mood, Pita?”

Pita smiled and said, “I’ve just been thinking about how much my life and Attiya’s has changed. It has truly been a blessing from God to be working for your family. Attiya is getting help and talking now, just eating meals with you has allowed me to save much more for Attiya’s future. We both feel that we love all of you more than our own family.”

I smiled at her and replied, “In return, Aleeya has a sister to learn and play with and you’ve been a true family member the way you take care of us, so we are all blessed, wouldn’t you say?”

“Thank you, sir. We are all truly blessed indeed.”

We watched “The Little Mermaid” with Aleeya and then retired for the night.

It was now the middle of May, and Priya would graduate high school, just like she vowed next month and would start at the India Institute of Technology in the fall. Sarah and Haseeba would also graduate and had been accepted to their choice of colleges also.

Haseeba will make her conversion to Islam in a few weeks, and she and Mahmoud will be getting married after her graduation. Boy, how time flies!

Priya, Aleeya and I were looking forward to going to the States for the summer after Haseeba’s wedding and spending time with my parents. Aleeya was getting excited and keyed up about taking her first plane ride.

I wanted to get the girls something special so I called Dad one morning from work. We talked of business as usual for about fifteen minutes and I asked Dad, “I’ve been thinking of something special to get the girls when we get to the States and I was wondering if you could help me out.”

“Sure,” he said, “What did you have in mind?”

“Horses. I’d like to buy each of them their own horse. Can you help me?”

“Well,” he replied, “I can’t, but I can have Jim, our foreman begin to look at what’s around. I’m sure he can find them suitable horses. How about getting them Arabians?”

“No, from what I’ve heard, they can be pretty high strung and feisty, but I’m no expert on horses. Just keep me posted on Jim’s progress.”

“Can do. Anything else?”

“Nah, that’s about it. Is Mom there?”

“No, she’s at the hospital with Liz. It doesn’t look good, not good at all.”

“Who’s taking care of Emma?”

“Believe it or not, at the moment I am. She’s staying with us until Liz gets out of the hospital.”

I chuckled and said, “You — a babysitter? Well I’ve heard it all! When do they expect she can come home?”

“Probably in about three or four days, but I suspect she won’t be out for very long before she has to go in for what might very well be her last time.”

“I’m sorry, Dad, really sorry to hear that. Is Mom trying to prepare Emma for the worst?”

“Joan said that she’s made subtle inroads, but she suspects Emma already has a feeling that her Mom’s going to go to heaven to be with her dad. She’s been asking more and more about Priya and you. She’s really excited and can’t wait to see Priya again. Emma calls her, ‘her bestest friend’.”

“Yeah,” I replied, “that night of the party with Priya must have really made a lasting impression on her. Mom filled me in on what some of the family had said, what’s in store for her if Liz dies?”

“I don’t know, Son. I was going to ask Abby if she and George could take her, but George has had a couple of heart surgeries and he’s not up to the task of an eight year old.”

“Eight? I thought she was seven?”

“Her birthday was April fifteenth. She just turned eight last month.”

“Well, she can’t be all that much trouble if you’re watching her.”

“Bribes, Son, bribes: works for women of all ages. I just bribe her with a new toy, candy, whatever it takes to keep ‘em happy.”

“And you talk about Mom corrupting Priya.”

“Well, under the circumstances, I feel she needs to be treated a little special. How are your girls doing?”

“Fine. In fact, I overheard Aleeya giving Monaavi a class in sex Ed the other day.”

“I would have liked to have heard that.”

“Actually, she did fine. She told Monaavi at the end, ‘It’s all about the tingles.’”

“Ain’t that the truth; she’s no dummy is she?”

“No, she’s not. Well, Dad, I’d better earn a little of my salary so I’d better sign off. Tell Mom we all love her and give Emma a big hug and a kiss from Priya and me will you?”

“Sure, Son, will do. Take care, Sean and I’ll talk to you soon. Love you.”

“And I love you too, Dad. May Allah bring peace to all of you and keep you in His heart.”

Thanks, Son, Bye now.” Click.

That night after dinner and Priya and I were alone, I filled her in on what Dad had told me about Liz and Emma. She was heartbroken and began to cry. I tried to console her, but she just asked me to leave her alone for a while to deal with it her own way. I left her to her wishes and played a video game with Aleeya until bedtime.

After Priya and I put Aleeya to bed, we retired to the bedroom. Lying in bed and holding her she asked me, “What’s to become of Emma?”

I replied, “I don’t know, Hon. I suspect Mom and Dad will probably keep her. You know Mom: she won’t let her out of her sight unless she knows for certain that Emma’s is taken care of.”

Priya said looking up at me, “We could take her.”

I looked down at her and said, “Yeah, right. I’d have a twelve and a five year-old wife, and an eight-year old daughter: a bizarre, strange and crazy arrangement, don’t you think?”

Priya shifted and snuggled into me and replied, “I don’t know I’ll have to think about it.”

We lay there snuggled together in silence as we fell off to sleep.