Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 77: Making a Baby, Part 1 (MFfg, rom, cons, oral)

When the limo came to a stop at the end of the drive, standing in the doorway was Mom holding the Koran. Priya was holding Tina on her hip and Leeya was jumping up and down clapping her hands. All three waited expectantly with beaming smiles for us to emerge.

I said to my new bride, “Honey, we’re home! I get to carry you over the threshold and into your new home.”

“I know,” Monaavi replied with a smile. “Priya and Leeya told me.”

Opening the door I stepped out and offered my hand to my new wife. She took my hand and wiggled her way to stand beside me looking at the three women in the doorway with a radiant smile. I scooped her up in my arms as she “Eeek’ed” out in surprise and walked to the door. I chuckled and said, “Let’s do this differently this time. Let me get her into the hallway before you girls mob her; otherwise, we may all end up on the floor.”

The girls nodded with a giggle and stepped back. As I stepped through the doorway with Monaavi in my arms, Mom held the Koran over her head saying, “Welcome, Daughter to your new home and life.”

As soon as I was in the door, Mom leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. I set Monaavi on her feet then Priya gave her a peck on the lips saying, “Welcome home, Monaavi.”

“Thank you, Mom, Priya,” she replied smiling.

Leeya then wrapped her arms around her and solidly kissed her on the lips (but without any tongue)! Monaavi turned almost beet red with embarrassment! When Leeya broke the kiss she exclaimed, “Welcome, Sister!”

Still blushing Monaavi answered, “Thank you, Sister.”

Mom tapped Leeya on top of the head and quipped, “Kinda overdid it there, didn’t you, Snot?”

Leeya covered her mouth, giggled and replied, “Saaww-rreee.”

“Let’s move to the living room,” Priya suggested.

We nodded and followed Mom to the living room. Pita brought tea as we sat, offering her congratulations. Attiya came up to her and Monaavi embraced her kissing her cheek. Attiya pulled back and said, “You’re real purdy!”

“Why thank you, Sweetie,” Monaavi answered as she stroked Attiya’s cheek.

As Priya poured tea, Mom shuffled on the sofa next to Monaavi patting her thigh and said excitedly to Monaavi, “My gosh, my heart’s racing a mile a minute! I can’t believe that you’re really my daughter-in-law now!”

Monaavi hugged her and replied with a smile, “You? I’m having trouble believing it myself! Gosh, I’m married to my dream!”

Looking around the room and into the hall, Monaavi said dreamily, “As many times as I’ve been here, it all now seems so different! Priya, I’m allowed to go without a veil now, aren’t I?”

Priya giggled and removed hers saying, “This is now your home and you’re with family. There’s no need for a veil when you’re at home: just like at your parents.”

As Monaavi gently removed her dupatta she asked, “What about Sean’s father, I mean… Dad?”

Leeya answered, “He’s is kind of like your Dad now. He sees us without veils every day. He likes it.”

“The Bible says,” Mom added, “that a woman’s hair is as a covering to her.”

“Gosh,” Monaavi said, “It seems so new and different!”

“You’ve got beautiful hair!” I complimented.

Monaavi blushed and squirmed a little and said, “Sorry, I’ve got to… go to the uh bathroom.”

“Would you like to change also?” I asked. Monaavi silently nodded.

“Follow me,” I said as I took her henna painted hand.

We rose and I excused ourselves and led her upstairs. I pushed open the bedroom door and invited her in. I showed her a new dresser in the corner and the closet with some of her clothes. She looked at the bed in contemplation, turned and said, “Huh?”

I looked at her then the bed and smiled. She blushed. I repeated my words and showed her again where her clothing was. I pointed to the bathroom and said, “The bathroom’s in there. When you’ve finished changing, just come down, okay?”

She nodded and as she folded her dupatta she asked me, “Could you ask Leeya to come up please?”

“Sure,” I replied with a soft smile.

I kissed her gently, turned and pulled the door shut behind me. I returned downstairs and said upon entering the living room, “Leeya, Monaavi asked if you’d come up.”

“Okay,” she replied as she leapt to her feet and scampered past me upstairs.

I sat on the sofa, took my tea and took a sip. Priya and Mom were looking at me and Mom asked, “Well?”

“Well what?” I asked back.

“Come on!” Mom said impatiently, “How’s she acting?”

“Frightened,” I replied.

Looking at Priya I remarked, “It’s just like you said. Since Leeya’s been her sex Ed teacher, Monaavi even talks like Leeya, using the same terms as her to describe intimacy. She’s frightened knowing her life is now suddenly changed and she has to prime herself to follow through. I suspect that’s what she’s talking to Leeya about now.”

“Bless her heart,” Mom empathized. “Now we’ll see just how gentle you can be, Son.”

“I’m a little frightened myself,” I admitted, “I can’t understand it. She’s a grown woman and I’m more scared with her than I ever was with Priya or Leeya.”

“That’s because we’re little girls,” Priya noted. “You were so worried about our fears you didn’t think about yours. Maybe if you showed her your fear, she wouldn’t be so afraid. Try it. It certainly wouldn’t hurt.”

“Priya’s right,” Mom agreed. “Big girls feel like little ones just like men feel like little boys sometimes. That’s what marriage is all about: allowing someone to see the vulnerable side of us knowing it’s safe and protected to do so.”

“Oh, God,” I implored, “you’d think I’d be over this but it’s the same every time. It’s like the first time all over again!”

“Do you know why?” Priya asked with a loving smile.

“No why?” I asked back, hoping she’d share some advice.

“Because,” she started as she leaned her elbows on her knees, “each of us has given you our innocence. It’s the most precious gift we have to give. Your fear has proven that you treasure our gift and want to treat it with reverence. To me, your fear is a good thing: it will make you try even harder to make everything mean all the more to her like you did with Leeya and me.”

“You’re right about one thing, Mom,” I said. “Inside I feel like a young boy trying to steal his first kiss.”

“Well,” Mom advised, “The faint hearted never get the reward. Don’t worry; I’m sure you’ll figure out something, Letch.”

That seemed to break the tension. Just then, Leeya led Monaavi back into the living room. Monaavi had changed into an emerald green sari with white lilies painted on it and her hair was still up. My goodness she looked beautiful!

Monaavi again took her seat between Mom and me and took a sip of tea. Setting her cup down, she noticed all eyes were on her and she looked around and asked, “What?”

Mom smiled, rubbed her back and replied, “Nothing, Sweetie, it’s just that you’re the queen of the day!”

Just then we heard the front door open and Dad walked in moments later. Seeing no seat, he stepped to Leeya and said, “Up you go, Munchkin. You can sit on Poppy’s lap.”

Leeya hopped up, Dad sat down and Leeya jumped up on his lap straddling his legs with hers. She pulled on her sari to take away the restrictive slack, shuffled and got comfortable when Mom commented, “It’s not very lady-like sitting like that young lady.”

“Why?” Leeya asked. “Everything’s covered and besides, Sean’s already seen my coochie; he ain’t thinking about mine anyway.”

Everyone laughed but Monaavi blushed at the obvious. Mom handed Dad a cup of tea and Dad remarked, “Well, Monaavi, let’s see if Sean can win the prize.”

Monaavi covered her face with her henna painted hands as everyone giggled. After she’d recovered, she turned sideways a little in her seat and slowly offered me her hands.

I took her right hand and began searching. After about five minutes and not finding anything, I took her left and began looking again. The women giggled, Monaavi covered her smile with her hand at my futility as I searched in vain.

I again took her right hand and started over. I found my name hidden in the palm of her hand inside an intricate design with an “Aha! Here’s my name!” as I pointed it out.

Leeya quipped, “Yeah but you’ll never find her name!”

“Shush!” Priya admonished, “Be quiet!”

I figured that Monaavi’s name would be on the other hand so I immediately grabbed her left hand and began searching. I thought that finding her name would be easier because it was longer, but I couldn’t find the “M”!

Priya teased, “Well, Sister, looks like no lovin’ for you tonight!”

Everyone chuckled and even Monaavi was having fun at my futility. I started looking between her fingers and figured that the snot might give it away if I got close, and she did. Noting Leeya’s anticipation quietly, I began looking diligently between Monaavi’s long slender fingers. I thought I could make out an “AAVI” on the outside of her left ring finger but still couldn’t see the “M”. Then it hit me. I got an evil look on my face as I realized it and looked at her and said, “That was pretty clever!”

Monaavi shyly looked down, gave me a coquettish look through her lashes and replied, “Why, Husband, whatever do you mean? You still haven’t found my name… have you?”

I gently slid her rings from her finger and pointed it out saying “You sly girls hid it behind her rings!”

Monaavi, admitting defeat, politely took her rings and put them back on saying, “What can I say? You’ve won the prize. Is this where I get ravaged and defiled?”

Twisting my imaginary moustache I dastardly replied, “Most doobbididly!”

Everyone giggled but Monaavi knowing her time had come, smiled sheepishly. Looking at me out of the corner of her eye, she gently placed her hand in mine and asked, “Are you going make a real woman of me now?”

I nodded and replied, “And one with a swelled belly too, if you’re lucky!”

“Oh my!” she exclaimed in mock surprise, “Whatever shall I wear to this swelling of the belly?”

“Just a smile,” I quipped smiling, “will do just nicely.”

Monaavi blushed and turned her head to my shoulder and whispered, “I’m frightened.”

I whispered back, “So am I, Love, so am I.”

I slowly stood and pulled her up to an embrace. I stepped to leave and Monaavi looked around blushing and covered her mouth with her hand. At the living room doorway, she turned and looked at Leeya. Leeya smiled at her and said, “Remember: tingles and ‘gasms.”

As we turned the corner to go upstairs, I scooped her up in my arms. Monaavi kissed my neck and laid her head on my shoulder as I walked up the stairs. Reaching the bedroom door, I leaned down with my bride in my arms and turned the knob. I gently pushed the door open with my foot and carried her inside, setting Monaavi down on the loveseat.

I knelt on one knee and looked into her eyes as they slowly started to well up with tears. Using both thumbs on the sides of her cheeks I wiped away her tears and asked, “Can you do this, Monaavi? Are you ready to consummate our love?”

Monaavi leaned over and tenderly kissed my lips. She pulled back and laying a palm to my cheek replied in a whisper, “I love you so much, Sean! I have, ever since I was a little girl, always dreamt of a fairy tale love that was stronger than anything else in the world, but what I’m feeling now no dream could ever do justice. Ever since graduating high school, I’ve dreamt of this day. As time passed and I was without a true love or a husband of my own, I’ve always felt not quite a woman. My time has come, and now I wish deep down inside to stay a child a little longer. That wish is overshadowed by my desire to bear you a child.”

I took her in my arms and embraced her tenderly as she continued, “Take the gift of my innocence, which I have guarded with every waking moment and in return, plant a new life within me to nurture.”

Pulling back, I kissed her salty tears away and professed, “I love you, Monaavi, enough to make your dreams come true.”

Monaavi smiled and kissed me tenderly with a soft, chaste kiss and replied, “I’m ready.”

“Do you know what happens next?” I asked.

“I think so,” she replied as she wiped away her tears, “You’re going to wash my feet, yes?”

I nodded and she started to flip her slippers off when I gently took her ankles in hand and asked, “Let me do that please?”

She silently nodded with a tender smile as I rose, went to the bathroom and filled the washbowl halfway with warm water. I grabbed a towel and returned, kneeling before her.

Bashfully, Monaavi raised the hem of her sari exposing her legs almost to the knee. I brushed the backs of her calves with my hands and she blushed. I raised her left foot, slowly removed her slipper, brought her henna painted foot to my mouth and laid kisses across the tops off her toes. She giggled at the sight and I set her left foot down and picked up her right. I repeated my actions on her right foot and was rewarded with another giggle.

Setting her right foot on the floor next to her left, I reached for the washbowl and slowly slid it towards her feet. Monaavi picked up her foot, first her left then her right and put them in the bowl of water. Taking a foot in each hand, I began to massage her feet in the water saying, “You have beautiful feet.”

“Oh God, Sean!” Monaavi answered as she started crying again and hugged my neck, “You even think my feet are pretty! Now I know how Leeya feels!”

I smiled then kissed her as I stood. I then began sprinkling the water around the room praying, O Allah! Bless me with her affection, love and her acceptance of me; and make me pleased with her, and bring us together in the best form of a union and in absolute harmony; surely You like lawful things and dislike unlawful things.

I then had Monaavi repeat the same prayer (substituting “him” for “her”).

I then placed my hand on her forehead and prayed O Allah! I have taken her as Your trust and have made her lawful for myself by Your words. Therefore, if You have decreed for me a child from her, then make him or her blessed and pious from among the followers of the Family of Muhammad [peace be upon him and them]; and do not let Satan have any part in him or her.

I again knelt on one knee and said, “It’s time my wife. Let’s make a baby.”

Monaavi smiled softly and nodded silently. I picked her up gently in my arms and walked to the bed. I sat on the bed with her on my lap sideways. Monaavi had her head on my shoulder so I couldn’t see her face and I asked her, “How would you like to do this: would you like to get undressed first (she nods no), or should I (she nods yes)?”

To ease her tension I quipped, “Okay then, don’t peek now cause I’m shy.”

Without looking up, she slapped my leg and said, “I bet you said that to Priya and Leeya too didn’t you?”

“No,” I answered truthfully, “I wasn’t shy with them, but strangely for some reason I am with you.”

I sat her on the bed next to me and stood. Looking up at me, I could tell she was looking in my eyes but using her total vision to watch as I unbuttoned my sherwani.

“Really?” she asked surprised.

“Uh huh,” I replied with a nod, “honest.”

I stepped to the chair, laid the jacket over the chair back and flipped off my T-shirt. I sat in the chair thinking, It feels kind of funny being the one standing at this chair getting undressed.

Monaavi was truly interested in the show because she was leaning forward with her hands planted on the bed next to her thighs as she watched me undress. I sat in the chair, removed my shoes and socks, stood, unbuttoned my pants and slowly stepped out of them. Anticipating a “return show”, I turned around with my back to Monaavi, slipped my boxers down and stepped out if them dropping them to the floor. Now I know how Priya felt — and she kept her panties on!

When my bare ass came into view and as I lowered my boxers, I knew she could probably see my balls from behind and my guess was confirmed because she gasped out loud. Well, I thought, time for show and tell!

Thinking, No time like the present! I took a deep breath and turned to walk toward her and she had her eyes covered! Damn! I thought, Here I do a strip for her and she missed it!

I walked to her, stood with my hands at my sides about two feet in front of her and waited for her to see her husband in his birthday suit. Now I know how Leeya felt: I started to get a chill and I felt my package start to shrink!

Monaavi slowly lowered her hands and stared at my feet. I shuffled a bit and her eyes slowly started to travel upwards. When her line of sight reached the all-important package, she gasped “Oh my God! I’m looking at your privacy!”

“Well,” I chuckled, “between married people, it’s not so private.”

“But it’s so huge!” she exclaimed, “You’re gonna put that whole thing inside me?”

I giggled and replied proudly, “I’m gonna try.”

Her eyes traveled upward to my stomach, then to my chest where she lingered and finally to my face. She was blushing pink and sighed, “Gosh, you are beautiful, just like Leeya said!”

“Why thank you, Ma’am,” I replied with pride.

Monaavi slowly looked back down to what was at eye level and brushed her hand down my thigh. I got such an electric shock I thought I’d cream right there: even before I got to see the good stuff. If I did that, I wondered, maybe no baby!

Being the one fully dressed I guess it gave my “shy” bride some courage because she started to touch my dick and quickly pulled back with a giggle. Craning her head up to look at me she asked, “Can I touch it?”

I smiled and replied, “It’s yours for the week, be my guest.”

Monaavi slowly reached for and gently encircled her hand around my dick. As she gently squeezed it she looked up and said, “It’s so hard and yet so soft. Gosh, I won’t be able to walk for a month when this week is over!”

Hoping to do myself proud I quipped, “That’s the plan. I know where I can rent a wheelchair too.”

As she continued to look at and fondle me I started to firm and she noticed, “Leeya said you were a naughty letch. Oh my – it’s growing!”

I told her, “It kinda does that when a beautiful woman is playing with it.”

“How long does it get?” She asked.

“I think,” I replied humbly, “Priya measured it at seven inches.”

“Seven inches!” she exclaimed, “That’s nearly eighteen centimeters! You’ll ruin me!”

Putting things in perspective I replied, “If a baby will fit, I’m sure this’ll fit also. Not to ruin your fun, but fondling each other usually begins when we’re both naked.”

Letting go and suddenly shy Monaavi squeaked, “Oh, yeah. I guess it’s my turn, huh?”

Looking down shyly Monaavi said softly, “You promise not to laugh will you? My breasts are kind of small and I’ve got a little bit of a stomach…”

Brushing her cheek with my hand I reassured, “You’re beautiful and I love you as you are. I happen to like my girls with small breasts, remember? Besides, if you get pregnant, your stomach becomes a moot point, don’t you agree?”

She giggled and replied, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

I sat on the bed next to her as she looked down hesitating. I rubbed her back and she looked at me, leaned in and kissed me. She broke the kiss and said lovingly, “God, Sean, you’re like a muscle man poster you’re so beautiful!”

I chuckled and replied with a smile, “Say that in twenty years and tell me if you feel the same.”

“If you tell me,” she answered as she returned the smile, “the same thing after I bear you a couple of kids and my tender body is no longer tender.”

“You’ll always be tender, Darling,” I reassured as I kissed her nose. “Now do I get to see your tender body or do I have to strip you myself and really ravage and defile you?”

Monaavi blushed and silently stood. It was like Priya revisited. Monaavi stood before me facing me and slowly began to unwind her sari from around her body, never taking her eyes off of mine. Once she had the material bunched in her hands, she stood in her petticoat and a short choli, her midriff and dimpled innie belly button exposed. She started to fold the material as she walked to the chair.

With her back to me, she pulled the drawstring on her petticoat and like Leeya, pulled the waistband creating slack and let it slip slowly to the floor. For the first time, I saw the hourglass shape of a fully developed woman. The sensual curve of her waist as the line curved over her hips and down her slender legs.

Monaavi’s derrière had a beautiful round shape and her butt was encased in lavender French cut panties trimmed in white lace. Her butt cheeks were high with a graceful teardrop shaped downward slope and deliciously firm.

As she bent to one side to step out of her petticoat, I could only make out a tiny bulge where her panty-covered vulva peeked out. She lifted the garment, folded it and laid it in the chair. She then unbuttoned her choli and slowly let it slip from her shoulders and off her arms to reveal a matching lavender bra.

Monaavi reached around behind her back, unhooked her bra and pulled it forward and off her arms, dropping it to the chair. She then hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly lowered them to her thighs, gave a wiggle and they fell to the floor at her feet. She sidestepped out of them, bent to one side and picked them up. As she bent, I got a slight glimpse of her vulva barely peeking out from between her legs. Seeing her completely nude from behind, if I’d have touched my dick I’d have been embarrassed at the results!

Monaavi reached up and began to unpin her hair. As with Priya, it slowly started to fall as the pins were removed, finally cascading down her back when the last two pins were removed. As she threw her head back and shook her head, her blue-black wavy tresses jostled. With her head tilted back, she brushed through her long wavy locks with her fingers. She took a deep, audible breath, covered her breasts with her left arm and her center with her right hand, turned and slowly walked towards me blushing.

Monaavi came to stand in front of me where minutes ago, I once stood before her. I looked at her small, henna painted feet and traveled up her long slender legs. Her small slender hand covered her center but something looked out of place. Moving my eyes slightly up, Monaavi had a slight bulge to her lower abdomen between her belly button and her mons: it looked like an invitingly soft pillow. I continued up to see the round mounds of her breasts pushed against her chest behind her covering arm. When I looked slack-jawed and wide-eyed into her eyes, they looked like they’d spill over any second. I gasped in utter amazement, “God! You’re absolutely breathtaking! You’re more beautiful than I ever imagined!”

Monaavi’s eyes spilled over as she smiled softly in appreciation. She slowly lowered her left arm revealing her breasts. I would later learn she was in between sizes: a large “A” cup to a small “B.” Their shape was conical-like and proudly pointed straight out with just a hint of sag and a soft roundness at the bottom. Her areolae were about one inch in diameter and a rosy pink with slightly puffy nipples that were erect and about three-eighths of an inch long. God! I could spend the night feasting in those!

I gasped at the sight before me and uttered, “Simply beautiful!”

Encouraged by my compliment but still silent, Monaavi slowly removed her hand covering her center. When I saw her in all her glory, I gasped breathless and halted at the sight! Monaavi was completely bare: totally devoid of a single hair! Her vulva looked like an expensive Ferrari. She had a fleshy mons and her labia were full at the top but thinned as they faded away between her legs: thin, sleek and compact. She had a large inverted teardrop at the top of her slit that revealed a large hood that showed itself proudly. Her vulva was just a twinge darker than the surrounding skin with a pale, almost pastel pink colored hood and inner edged line of her labia.

In shock at seeing an adult woman’s vulva in all its glory, I shook my head and looking up at her whispered, “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful!”

I could see in her eyes her loving appreciation as she smiled and pulled me to her breast crying. Putting my hands on her hips, I relished in the feel of the womanly curve of her waist before wrapping my arms around her lovingly.

As her tears dropped to my head she whispered, “I was so afraid you wouldn’t be pleased with me. I do love you, Sean, more than anything in the world! Leeya was right: she said you’d love me!

“Are you sure you like me?” she asked unbelieving. “I mean, I’m not too small up top or my stomach isn’t too fat, is it?”

“Monaavi,” I replied, “If anything were different, perfection would be changed!”

Happy, she hugged me tighter. I pulled back to look at her vulva again and she gasped and gave a small shudder when I touched her mons. She had her hands on my shoulders as I ran my hand across her cashmere soft mons and asked, “Where’s your hair?”

Monaavi giggled, pulled herself close and replied, “Priya and Leeya said that you like bald pussy little girls (giggle), so I became one for you! I hope you like it because it’s permanent and it hurt — a lot! That’s what we’ve been doing every night the past couple of weeks.”

No longer shy, she stepped back, rubbed her hand over her baby smooth mons, giggled and said as she looked at me, “You better not divorce me; I’ll never be able to show my little girl privates to anyone else!”

“Wow! I love it!” I said in amazement as I had another feel.

Monaavi took a step towards me and sat on my lap straddling me with her arms around my neck. She pulled back, gave me a smoldering look and asked in a sultry voice, “Are you gonna show me what tingles and ‘gasms are now?”

She felt G.I. Joe as he suddenly knocked at her door and lifting with surprise and looking down squeaked, “Oh my! He wants to play, doesn’t he?”

With a tiger growl, I grabbed her around the waist and flipped her onto her back on the bed and replied, “And play we shall!”

Monaavi raised her legs and bent her knees, resting her feet flat on the bed with me in between her legs. I began kissing her face and stroking her left shoulder. She pulled her arms out from under mine, put her right hand behind my neck and stroked my face with her left hand. I kissed her mouth and she sought mine hungrily. As I kissed her chin, she raised her head offering me her neck. I kissed and nipped my way down to the hollow of her throat and she sighed, gently pulling me closer. I kissed around her neck and licked a line up the side of her neck and sucked in her earlobe after which she elicited a nice soft “Mmmmmm.”

I moved to her left shoulder and began kissing across her upper chest to her other shoulder. I raised her arms above her head and began kissing and licking her armpit, nipping her deltoid as I went along. She flinched slightly and giggled saying, “That tickles!”

I licked down her armpit and under the soft round curve of the bottom of her right breast. As I licked my way up the conical hill of her breast to circle her areola she wrapped her arms around my head, arched her back up feeding me her breast and gasped, “Oh golly me! Those are what tingles feel like!”

I sucked in her nipple and lightly bit it, pulling it away from her chest. I let it go and engulfed as much of her breast in my mouth as I could and sucked it in hungrily. Monaavi mashed my face into her breast, moaned “Oh my gawd!” and shuddered.

When she eased her hold on me, I moved to her left breast and suckled like a starving babe. Lifting her left side and chin on her chest looking down, Monaavi arched her back feeding her breast and softly sighed, “Oh, Sean, you’re driving me crazy and my breasts are on fire with tingles!”

As I was suckling, I thought how this was the first time I’d suckled at a breast that was bigger than would fit in my mouth and I was delirious with her bounty. I sadly left her breast and moved to her sternum where I began to take long swiping licks down the center of her torso to her belly. I kissed and tasted the indentation of her navel and she gasped. Hmmm, I thought, a different erogenous zone on this one.

Monaavi was panting softly and rhythmically pumping her pelvis against my sternum. I repositioned myself moving my arms and shoulders to under her thighs. She put her chin on her chest looking down panting and she had a fire in her eyes. She raised her feet off the bed grabbed her legs behind her knees and pulled her legs against her chest.

I saw Monaavi’s feet out of the corner of my eyes and her toes were pointed. I turned my head to the right, grabbed her left foot and began kissing her inside ankle. I kissed down the inside of her arch sucking in her big toe and she returned the gesture with a moan. As she saw me ministering to her foot she said softly, “Oh, Sean, I love you so much!”

I moved to her left foot and after lavishing it with kisses again sucked her toe into my mouth. I then began to kiss and nip up her leg on the inside her calf to her knee. I licked her kneecap and the side of the closed crease at the back of her knee. I licked the inside of Monaavi’s thigh with long, slow swiping licks right up to the crease between her leg and right pussy lip. She shuddered and gasped, “Oh God, Sean! I’m on fire inside!”

I moved to her right ankle and began to lick my way north again. When I reached the crease at the top of her right leg I grabbed her ankles, pushed her legs up further driving her pelvis higher. Monaavi was now obscenely open and exposed from her mons to her tailbone.

Monaavi, my shy woman bride, was panting as she watched with wide eyes knowing I was going to feast between her legs on that beautiful, sleek pussy. The sight before me was delicious! Her slender pussy lips were a rosy pink, engorged and slightly puffy with excitement and she’d been weeping her nectar down her perineum to the light pinkish brown pucker of her anus glistened with her juices.

When she saw me start to lean in, she laid he head back on the bed and waited to feel my mouth on her sex. Bringing her hands up alongside her head, she grabbed a handful of sheet in each hand and whispered, “I can’t believe you’re going to lick me there!”

I blew hot air from her anus to the top of her crease and she squeaked and shuddered. I made a sudden long, single swipe with my tongue from her anus to her clit and she suddenly grabbed my hair, pulled me into her treasure and cried out, “Oh –my -God, you’re licking me! Leeya was right: this feels wonderful!”

My new wife’s aroma was heady, musky and strong with the fullness of an aroused woman. I peeled open her pastel pink peach and her clitty looked just like Emmy’s! Her entire clitoral area was a bright, angry pink and it was actually throbbing as she breathed. Her extended clit flexed like a baby dick with each pulse of her passion and I covered it with my mouth and began to suck it like a mini dick. Monaavi screeched out and bucked up violently and cried out “Oh God! I’m exploding inside!”

Monaavi held me tight against her clitty as I just lightly sucked. She made several violent flinches, gasping for air as she shuddered with a “Uuuh” as each one washed over her. Her hands slowly released the grip on my hair as her shudders reduced to intermittent quivers and her breathing became heavy pants. My chin was soaked and when I released her clitty and looked down, Monaavi’s climax had brought forth a whitish, translucent flow that oozed down her perineum to her puckered star. I drank of her passion and her taste was overpowering.

Monaavi tasted much stronger, not as sweet but with a tartness that was uniquely arousing. Looking down at me she gasped through her pants, “God, Sean, what was that?”

I smiled as I licked her weeping hole causing her to shudder again and said softly, “That, my lovely wife was your first ‘gasm!”

Throwing her head back on the bed she replied, “Sheer bliss! No wonder Leeya likes ‘em so much!”

Catching her breath, my “shy” bride looked back down at me and asked coyly, “Lick me some more… another gasm please?”

“My pleasure!” I answered giving her savory peach a complimentary lick.

Now that she’d had an orgasm, Monaavi was willing to let me take my time. I decided that I was now going to inspect my wife’s charms more carefully. I was surprised to notice that Monaavi appeared to have very thin, almost nonexistent labia minora that covered her hood and swept down to the sides of her labia majora that faded to nothing. I looked at her opening and Monaavi’s hymen appeared very strange. Instead of a round or oval opening covering the entrance to her vagina, she had a single thin strand of whitish membrane covering the vaginal entrance that looked like she had a crescent shaped hole on either side of this membrane.

I decided to attend to my wife’s newfound pleasure by first licking up her ambrosia. When my tongue swept across her anus, she gasped and asked surprised, “Oh my! Are you gonna…”

As I licked up her crease she felt me nod yes. She looked down at me and scolded ‘You’re a very naughty boy!”

Since she was older than me that remark seemed to strike a nerve but I sloughed it off admitting to myself she was right.

I covered her clitty with my mouth and said, “Hmmmmm.”

“Oh God!” she shuddered,

As I circled her little mini dick with my tongue, my little teacher began thrusting her treasure upwards for me to feast on. I dropped down and tested her hymen and it was soft, pliable and it felt like I could probably break it with my tongue. I began slathering her crease with up and down with long slow tongue strokes. Again she grabbed my hair and pulled me in saying with pleasure, “Yes! Oh yes, lick me, Sean, lick me!”

My little woman was heating up quickly as she pumped herself into my mouth, panting and moaning “So good, your tongue feels sooo gooood! Leeya was sooo right!”

I dropped down and began to rim her back door and she flinched at the initial touch only to wink her pinkish pucker against my tongue. I brought my thumb into play and began to stroke her extended clitty back and forth as I orally tickled her anus.

I timed myself so that when she pushed outward as she groaned and flexed, I pushed my tongue inside her back door. Monaavi exhaled a huge gasp, thrust herself upward trying to push my tongue deeper inside her and moaned, “This is so nasty, but it feels so gooood!”

From all the tongue slathering, my mouth was beginning to feel like I’d just left the dentists with a mouth full of novacane! My dick was throbbing hard and my balls were aching for release. I dragged back up her crease to her little mini dick and began sucking it, giving her a mini blowjob.

“Oh God, here it comes: gonna ‘gasm!”

As I sucked, I thought déjà vu: Am I with Leeya?

I wanted to fuck! So I sucked her clitty as I flicked the tip of my tongue over the tip and she blasted off!

Monaavi thrust her hips up, lifting herself off the bed, locked up in a high-pitched loud whine and shuddered. About time — my tongue couldn’t have worked another minute!”

I lightly sucked as she panted trying to get her breath back between spasms. She pushed me away violently gasping, “No more, my God, no more!”

I crawled up between her legs and pressed my steel hard cock in her crease. Monaavi’s eyes shot open wide as she panted, and said with hot smoldering conviction, “Do it! Put it inside me, Sean, sperm me and make a baby in me!”

Wow! I thought, She sure isn’t shy anymore!

I kissed her panting mouth, dragged my cock through her crease a few times, placed the head of my dick against her virgin hole and looked directly into her eyes as I gently pushed. I pushed through her hymen like it wasn’t even there. Monaavi didn’t flinch in pain she just wrapped her arms around me as she brought her legs around my waist and moaned, “My God, you’re inside me!”

I kissed her passionately but she broke the kiss panting and trying to breathe. I began to make small thrusts and withdrawals of about two inches. With each thrust, my lover would audibly exhale a breath of air. I began to gain the depths of her love and had about five inches inside her and I was amazed that I hadn’t reached her limit. I gently pushed forward and suddenly was shocked when I felt our pubic bones touch.

I exhaled and froze to relish my woman’s depths. Monaavi’s pussy was indescribably overpowering! She was as hot as a roaring furnace, slippery wet, as tight if not tighter than Priya and she had all seven inches of me inside her.

When I bottomed out she grunted, “Uhhh!! It feels like you’re in my stomach!”

I kissed her neck and she whispered, “So full, so deep, is it really all the way in?”

Panting I nodded and uttered, “You’ve got all seven inches of me.”

Monaavi gave a giggled pant and replied, “Take me to heaven, Lover and give me my child.”

I kissed her lips, smiled and replied, “Your wish is my command.”

Monaavi began squeezing me with her muscles and I asked in surprise, “Where’d you learn that?”

“Kegel exercises,” she giggled, “Priya and Leeya taught me.”

As I began to slowly stroke, I quipped, “Remind me to thank them.”

It didn’t take either of us long to get heated up. I was in heaven as I made long, slow and enjoyable strokes delighted beyond compare with the buttery hot, deep depths of Monaavi’s glorious pussy squeezing every inch of me!

I began to hasten my strokes as our passion built. With every thrust into her, Monaavi would grunt a “Uuuhh!” and push up to meet me, pulling herself up with her heels against the small of my back.

“Hurry,” Monaavi gasped, “I’m gonna gasm real soon!”

“Hold on, Baby!” I gasped, “Almost there.”

As I felt the tingling in my balls I began to stroke faster with urgency and I grunted, “Get ready…”

My shy lover was matching me stroke for stroke and grunted her “Uuuhh’s” from the exertion with which she worked. We were both covered in a sheen of sweat. Boy, she’s making me work for it!

“Please!” she implored, “I’m exploding!”

When she started to lock up, I drove into her depths and ground my pubic bone against hers as I began to spurt. When she felt my discharge, she dug her nails into my back and gasped with wide-eyed shock, “My God, it’s so hot! I can feel you spurting inside me!”

I howled out as I finally got my release. I flinched four times with each spurt that came with electric shocks in my groin so strong I shuddered as I emptied my seed into her. Monaavi would spasm and grip me in response to each hot spurt she felt.

Monaavi had her head thrown back and grunting, trying to breathe. She tried to speak, her mouth open but could only gasp for air. Exhausted I collapsed on top of her, leaning most of my weight on my elbows. Both of us were having mini shocks, me dry spurting as I spasmed inside her and she responding by clenching me with her muscles.

Throughout her pants Monaavi gently squeezed me and I felt her muscles ripple along the whole length of my shaft. She was gently rubbing her hands up and down my back as I licked the sweat from her shoulder, both of us still panting and trying to recover. She nipped my earlobe that sent a shock straight to my balls and I moaned into her shoulder. Monaavi gave a panted giggle and asked, “Am I pregnant yet?”

I gave a panted giggle back and replied, “Give it an hour, okay?

“Can we at least practice some more?” she quipped.

“My gosh, woman!” I panted out, “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Well,” she replied, “You’ve ravaged me; I might as well go for defiled.”

Chuckling I asked, “I thought you were shy? What happened?”

“You licked my poopy: that’s what happened you, nasty boy,” she retorted. “You’ve licked me from head to toe and everywhere in between, I’ve had three gasms, been spermed real deep and have had eighteen centimeters of you inside me: that’s what happened, and I loved every bit of it!”

“Well, Teach,” I asked, “how’d I do?”

“I’d give you straight “A’s,” she giggled, “Visual presentation was excellent, excellent tongue action with perfect stroke technique, and the ‘gasms were astounding! I’d say you’re the teacher’s pet!”

“Gosh,” she said as she clenched down on my softening member, “I can still feel you twitching inside me!”

“My legs feel like jelly,” I said, “and it’s only nine O’clock.”

“You could always lick me some more,” my teacher cooed.

“Give me a break, will you!” I responded in exhaustion. “My whole mouth is numb!”

Monaavi playfully whined, “But, Husband, it’s my wedding night. Aren’t you supposed to teach me all about tingles and gasms?”

“Yeah,” I replied, “me and my big mouth.”

I rolled over to her side on my back looking over at her and smiled. Monaavi sat up and looked at her groin and said, “I’m bleeding a little. I didn’t feel any pain at all. Oh gosh! Your sperms are running out of me, I’m leaking!”

With a heavy body I rose, went to the bathroom, warmed a washcloth, returned and began to gently clean her. God her pussy looked gorgeous! Shaking my head in amazement I whispered, “You’ve got a beautiful pussy!”

Monaavi blushed and replied, “I feel like I’m ten again without any hair. Do you really think I’m pretty down there?”

“Deliciously so!” I confirmed.

“Sean?” Monaavi asked shyly.

“Yes Babe,” I replied.

“What else are we going to do tonight?” She wanted to know.

“You could try to please me with your mouth like I did you,” I proffered, “but only if you’d like to.”

“You mean,” she asked tentatively, “A sucker job?”

“Yeah, Leeya,’” I quipped, “a sucker job but it’s really called a blowjob.”

Monaavi giggled and replied, “I like sucker job better.”

“Hmmm,” she said contemplating, “Your dick in my mouth… I’ll really be a naughty girl, wouldn’t I?”

“Where’d you learn that word?” I asked.

“Leeya,” she answered, “taught me all those dirty words: dick, cock, cunny, coochie, pussy, asshole, fuck, cum. You know, words like that, but I was just shy to use them.”

Chuckling I quipped, “She’s been a busy girl hasn’t she? What else did she teach you?”

Seriously Monaavi answered calmly, “She told me never to spill your seed: make sure I always take it into my body. She’s been right about everything. When you spermed me (touching her belly), I felt the hot sweetness of your love filling me and it felt glorious!”

“Yeah,” I agreed, “it certainly felt pretty good to me too!”

“She did say” Monaavi added with a giggle, “she likes the taste of you, I’ll have to see if she’s right about that too.”

“I certainly hope that you like my taste as much as I love yours. You’re simply delicious!”

“Gosh!” she responded, “I can’t believe you had your mouth on me there and when you stuck your tongue in my… you know; I was confused. At first I was shocked but it felt so good, I went crazy!”

“Glad you liked it.” I answered proudly.

“Hold me, Sean,” Monaavi asked softly. “My little cunny is a little sore. Let’s rest.”

Monaavi turned on her side and draped her leg over my thigh, and put her hand on my chest. I moved my left arm under her neck as a pillow and enfolded her in my arms. In the afterglow of consummating our love, we fell off to a soft sated sleep.