Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 80: The Blessings Continue (MFfg, rom, cons, no sex)

I was now going to work every day, Priya to school and Monaavi, her belly swelling gradually, was busy home schooling the girls. Mom and Dad had returned to the States and the girls spoke to Mom almost daily on the phone. Dad was having the basement converted into three extra bedrooms with bathrooms in anticipation of our ever-growing family.

Life moved on and with it, the need to confront issues. Haseeba had been back with Sarah, Adib and Salima for almost eleven months now without any trace of Mahmoud. I called the Imam about obtaining Haseeba’s divorce and I arranged for a time at ten in the morning the following Tuesday since Haseeba had afternoon classes.

I had the lawyer transfer title of her home to her name and on that Tuesday, Haseeba was granted her divorce for abandonment. It was a fairly straightforward ceremony and only took about thirty minutes to complete. Haseeba cried over the fact that she felt that she’d never find the unconditional love that my wives shared with me.

I tried to comfort her as a father would, but I knew that only time would heal her wounds. I reassured her by telling her that God would provide her with a loving husband and that she should take the lessons she’d learned from this and apply it to making her second marriage work.

I reiterated to her that no one — not even a husband — should prevent her from following her dreams. If a man truly loved her, he’d encourage her and help her achieve all she was meant to be. She knew I was right, but it didn’t take the sting of a failed marriage away. I gave her the deed to her home and advised her never to put anyone’s name on it with her. It was hers and hers alone and that she should hold it as my gift to her and she agreed to obey me.

The end of the school year was approaching and Priya was on track to reach the halfway point in her undergraduate studies. Sarah and Haseeba were on track with theirs, Leeya would be completing her second grade and Attiya her first. Attiya’s progress was phenomenal! She’d gone from a girl struggling to communicate and grasp the simplest of academic skills to progressing rapidly like any other six year-old as her musical prowess advanced.

Tina was now talking like a true little woman: constantly. She’d mix her words speaking in a mixture of English and Tamil and even threw in a few Hindi words to add to the confusion. Her pediatrician told us that this was normal for children to sometimes mix their words together when learning to speak multiple languages simultaneously and that she’d soon sort out each language and speak each one without any accent. It was remarkable to see her progress and act like a normal little girl! She was now learning kindergarten work such as shapes, colors and some English dolch (sight) words. Monaavi’s gentle, firm and loving way of instruction was an amazing gift to watch.

Monaavi began to have some minor complications. Her blood tests revealed she had gestational diabetes and she was put on a restrictive diet. She had to do finger sticks in the morning and one hour after every meal to test her blood sugar.

One of the hardest things for her to do was to lay off the rice, which she absolutely loved. She switched to eating brown rice but even with that, she had to ration her portions. For me, I never realized there were so many foods that the body converted to sugar! To help Monaavi adjust, we ate the same diet she ate; it certainly didn’t hurt us.

Sometimes Monaavi’s feet would swell slightly and she usually went around the house barefooted. There’s something inherently sexy about seeing a pregnant woman in bare feet, at least for me. Hell she looked sexy as all get out with a swollen belly and radiant complexion: even her hair thickened and shone! Priya, Leeya and I would take turns giving Monaavi foot massages with me adding a little toe sucking to make things interesting. She always seemed humbled and shy that we would treat her with such love as to massage her feet and although always appreciative, blushed over the fact. For me, I had the thought that I was a really kinky guy: attracted to preteens, water sport and now, I realized I have a foot fetish also.

Her foot swelling was a cause of concern for her OB/GYN because she was afraid of Toxemia and Preeclampsia for Monaavi along with high birth weight and jaundice for the babies. Monaavi’s doctor told us she it would be optimal if she delivered around 36 or 37 weeks. We were both Rh negative, her being “B” negative and me being “A” negative, which didn’t pose any blood issues for the babies but might later on with Priya and Leeya who were both “A” positive.

I guess the job of carrying twins was taking its toll on Monaavi but she accepted each little discomfort with joy. She’d occasionally get a leg cramp; an occasional fetal foot in the ribs, her back would ache and sometimes she had trouble sleeping. The worst were the Charlie-horses she’d get at night. She felt the first movement at nineteen weeks. After that, we would marvel at feeling the little urchins inside as they kicked or punched against Mommy’s tummy. This pregnancy seemed to be a truly family affair as we shared the joys of each new stage of Monaavi’s pregnancy with her. Daddy wasn’t immune either. I was having sympathy symptoms right along with her: God I hated feeling pregnant! I’m glad I won’t go into labor… or will I?

I had talked to Paul Whitfield at the American embassy and applied for a work visa for Monaavi saying she was Tina’s tutor and that I wanted to continue Tina’s education and therapy throughout the summer in the States. He helped expedite the process and we had her visa back in May in preparation for leaving for the U.S. as soon as the school year was over. Monaavi was excited about seeing her new home in the States and coming to America.

Mom had made arrangements for Monaavi to continue her treatment stateside with Mom’s OB/GYN and we had her medical records sent by courier to her new doctor.

When June rolled around, we were all happy that Priya had completed her studies and was now halfway to obtaining her BE in computer engineering at thirteen and a half! We’d also received notification from the New Delphi Board of Education verifying that Leeya and Attiya had completed their respective grades in elementary education. Monaavi was swelling nicely and all was good in the Michaels’ household.

We left for the States the second week in June. Tina just looked confused as she felt the sensations of flying and all the noise but she was a good girl the entire flight. Monaavi had some leg cramps from sitting so long on the flight. Priya was still white-knuckled on take-offs and landings and Leeya was her giddy old self, loving every minute of flying, but all-in-all we arrived at BWI in good spirits at about three pm on a Friday.

Landing here this time brought back terrible memories of when Liz had died and Mom wasn’t here to greet us. This time though was different. Mom “Eeek’ed” out in adulation upon seeing a waddling Monaavi with her belly protruding in front of her. Mom and Dad kissed the girls and Mom finished by giving both girls in vitro a massage saying “How are my little grandbabies doing?”

“They’re fine, Mom,” Monaavi answered “You better stop or you’ll get them going. I think they have kicking contests and one of those little demons gets her foot in my ribs and it hurts like the dickens!”

“Okay, Okay,” Mom replied. “Oh! I felt a kick!”

“See,” Monaavi smiled, “I told you so.”

“Come on,” Dad suggested, “Let’s get your bags and get home. I hate airports.”

All the females chatted with giggles and hugs as we made our way to baggage claim. With bags loaded on a trolley we made our way out of the airport to the garage. Once on our way, Priya said to Monaavi, “Wait ‘til you see this house! It’s humongous!”

“It’s bigger than our home in India?” Monaavi asked.

“Bigger?” Leeya exclaimed. “It makes our house in India look like a dollhouse! And we have our own horses too!”

“Wow,” Monaavi said in awe. “I don’t think I’m in any condition to learn to ride.”

“Nonsense!” Mom replied. “You’re only five months, but boy you sure look bigger!”

Monaavi giggled as she rubbed her tummy and answered, “That’s because there’s two of ‘em, Mom.”

“Any stretch marks yet?” Mom asked.

“A few,” she responded, “around my belly button and hips but the cocoa butter seems to be working at keeping them away for the most part.”

“Gosh!” Mom exclaimed like a giddy schoolgirl, “It’s so good to see my girls again! I’ve missed you all so much!”

“Mom, Father,” Priya replied, “we’ve missed you so much! It’s good to be back and see you!”

“And Monaavi’s boobies are bigger too!” Leeya revealed.

“Yeah,” Monaavi added, “and they’re sensitive too.”

“Only you would think of that, child!” Dad chuckled as Monaavi blushed.

We pulled into the drive and up to the security pad at the gate. Monaavi asked, “Where’s the house?”

I chuckled and replied pointing, “It’s up over that hill. When we reach the top you’ll be able to see the house.”

“Yeah,” Leeya exclaimed, “it’s got a lake, double spiral staircases, marble floors, a pool and a gym: it’s a mansion!”

“Oh my!” Monaavi answered impressed.

As we reached the top of the hill, Monaavi gasped in awe and said wide-eyed, “Gosh it’s huge! What’s a place like that cost?”

Dad chuckled and replied proudly, “Oh, about a million five.”

“Gasp!” Monaavi uttered with hand-covered mouth.

We pulled into the garage and exited the car to stand in the drive. Monaavi was turning in circles looking around in amazement. Dad rubbed her back and told Leeya, “Hey, Munchkin, why don’t you give her the tour.”

“Sure, Poppy!” Leeya replied as she took Monaavi’s hand. “Come on, you just gotta see this place!”

We chuckled as we watched Leeya drag Monaavi around by the hand to the front door. Dad and I pulled the luggage from the SUV and headed inside. We were met by Abby with squeals, hugs and kisses. As we were finishing the greetings, Leeya appeared with a slack-jawed Monaavi from the foyer. When she stepped into the two-story family room she gasped causing us to look in her direction.

Abby saw Monaavi with her swollen belly, smiled and her eyes started to well up and said softly, “Joan, she’s simply beautiful!”

Monaavi slowly pulled her veil from her head and turning to us flashed a beaming smile. She came to stand next to me and I introduced her to Abby. Abby gently hugged her and said, “It’s so good to meet you. Joan’s told me so much about you and I just can’t believe how beautiful you are!”

Monaavi blushed and replied shyly, “Thank you but I’m not so sure about that (rubs her belly), I’m getting as big as this house!”

Shaking her head Abby replied, “You just simply glow, young lady. Being pregnant becomes you.”

Monaavi blushed again and covered her face.

“Well girl,” Abby said turning to Priya, “Looks like you’re next, huh?”

Priya blushed and replied, “Not for a while, Abby. I can just see myself carrying this around (Rubbing Monaavi’s belly) walking to class!”

Monaavi hugged my arm and asked if she could lie down for a while. We excused ourselves and I walked her up the rear staircase to my bedroom, showed her the bathroom, gave her a tender kiss and left her to rest.

Once back downstairs, we sat at the table talking. Mom rose and said she was going to check on Monaavi. Abby commented to Priya that Monaavi was simply stunning and couldn’t believe how beautiful she is. Priya agreed and explained to Abby that even with all the praise we’ve heaped on her Monaavi is a very humble and shy, devout Muslim; not really believing she’s as pretty as we all think her to be.

“How old is she?” Abby asked me.

“She’s twenty three,” I answered with a chuckle. “This time I married an ‘older woman’.”

“Gosh,” Abby replied, “she doesn’t look a day over eighteen! She’s still tiny. She looks like a pregnant high schooler.”

“Abby,” Priya said, “she’s brought a stability and peace to our family that you just wouldn’t believe. Her gift with children is unbelievable! We’re all so happy she’s pregnant — and with twin girls no less!”

Looking out onto the deck, we saw Leeya playing with Tina. Abby nodded to the window and asked, “She’s your daughter? What’s her name, Tina?”

“Um hum. Her full name is Faatina. It means ‘captivating one’, but we call her Tina for short.” Priya added, “Leeya is like a little mother. We think she has the same gift with children as Monaavi. When we first got Tina, Leeya even dry nursed her at night, changed her pee-pee diapers and all! She and Monaavi have a very strange relationship and are extremely close. Monaavi is her schoolteacher by day, but Leeya has been her marital teacher and confidant when she’s not in class. Monaavi accepts Leeya’s position over her with respect; it’s a very unique symbiotic relationship that works for them.”

“Unbelievable,” Abby replied astonished. “Tina is a very beautiful little girl, how old is she?”

“She’s four,” I answered, “But because of the meningitis, she’s had to relearn everything. Right now she’s probably about three developmentally and she’s advancing quickly, thanks to Monaavi and Leeya.”

Just then, Mom came down the rear staircase to take a seat next to Priya. She said, “Monaavi’s resting on her side. I rubbed her down with cocoa butter; her legs were bothering her. She’s still so small except for her tummy and she just looks radiant as an expectant mother! Priya, Father and I can’t wait for the day when your little chocolate tummy is bursting at the seams! (Giggles)”

“I know,” Priya replied, “I think I’ll get pregnant as soon as I finish school. Seeing Monaavi pregnant makes me want to have a child. Poor Leeya, she’s only six and wants one as soon as her periods start! (Giggles) We told her to grow boobies first.”

We chuckled and Mom said, “She’ll make a good mother. Just look at the way she nurtures Tina. She’s incredibly mature for her age.”

Just then, Leeya came through the patio doors with Tina in hand. She told Tina, “Now be a good girl and don’t get into things, alright?”

Tina looked at her, smiled and nodding replied, “Okay, Ma.”

“See,” Mom confirmed, “I told you.”

Priya giggled and added, “Yeah, Tina has so many mothers, she calls Monaavi, Leeya and me Mama!”

“But she knows her Meme, doesn’t she?” Mom quipped proudly.

“She sure does!” I confirmed.

Abby just shook her head and replied in amazement, “Gosh, your family has certainly changed in a year. A child and two on the way and what’s surprising, Sean married an adult woman! Wow! That’s a switch!”

“Yeah,” Mom chuckled, “and she’s sure made her presence known hasn’t she, Priya?”

“She’s changed all our lives,” Priya admitted.

Leeya asked Priya, “Can you watch Tina? I’m gonna go lay down with Monaavi? I like to lie next to her and feel her babies.”

“Sure, Sweetie,” Priya answered, “just don’t wake her up; she needs her rest.”

“I won’t,” Leeya assured. “Besides, she sleeps better when I hold her.”

“Oh, that’s sweet,” Abby observed,

Leeya headed upstairs and Abby asked, “Do her and Monaavi… you know, do they have a ‘special’ relationship?’

“Oh no,” I chuckled. “Monaavi is a straight arrow and doesn’t like that kind of intimate expression. Their love for each other is very special and supportive.”

“Well, Joan,” Abby asked, “How do you feel about Sean’s wives now?”

“John and I,” Mom answered, “are truly amazed at how loving their alternative relationship is and it’s truly remarkable to see. It’s still hard to grasp Leeya though; how at six years old she can be a little girl one minute and a sexy little minx the other. Just looking at her, sometimes it’s hard to believe that she embraces her sexual self with such ease.”

“Is she that active?” Abby asked.

We looked at each other and laughed.

“Let’s just put it this way,” Priya added, “she’s taught Monaavi everything Monaavi knows about intimacy.”

“Well I’ll be horn swoggled,” Abby replied surprised.

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The next morning after breakfast, we decided to show Monaavi the barn and horses. Priya and Leeya gave Jim a big hug and kiss and in return he helped them saddle their horses. Monaavi was a little frightened by the beasts but soon warmed up when Kali nuzzled her cheek. We saddled Mom’s Pinto for her but after riding for about fifteen minutes headed back to the barn. Monaavi said that all the rocking was giving her a backache. Priya and Leeya just waved goodbye and went on their merry way down the trail.

Monaavi said she wanted to take a dip in the pool. I asked her about a suit and she replied she’d just wear shorts and a top. I had to laugh watching her float on her back. Her stomach looked like a flesh-colored beach ball sitting on her stomach floating on the water. She remarked when she exited the pool that the water buoyed her belly and it felt great not to feel the weight on her back. God she looked sexy! Wet curly hair, clothes clinging to her body, those great legs, dainty feet and that beautiful swollen belly!

Today was Saturday and Leeya’s night. After prayers, she and I were cuddled in bed and talking as I rubbed her shoulder. I got the feeling that she was feeling somehow inadequate next to Priya and now a pregnant Monaavi. She turned and laid her left leg over mine, started rubbing my chest and asked, “How can you say you love me with all your heart?”

“Because I do,” I replied.

“Well,” she formulated, “if you love Priya with all your heart, and you love Monaavi with all your heart, how can you love all three of us with all your heart?”

“Oh,” I said, “I think I know where this is headed. Let me see if I can explain because it’s kind of complicated. When I met Priya, she stole my heart right away and completely filled it with everything about her: her beauty, her personality, her likes and dislikes: everything. I was consumed by her.”

I went on saying, “Then I met you. At first, you were just a little girl, Priya’s cousin. But then, something happened and we bonded and love began to grow. When it did, it was like your love gave birth to another heart, deep inside me, here in my soul. And in this new heart it became filled with only you. This heart is filled with your beautiful brown eyes, your pretty smile, your tiny feet and hands and even your tiny little butt and secret places. I love you when you’re happy or sad and I even love you when you’re a snot! I love your intelligence, your maturity, your innocence and playfulness: everything about you!”

“But why do you think I’m pretty when I’m not?” Leeya asked seriously, “I think you just say that because you love me.”

“You’re right,” I answered, “I do say that because I love you, but more importantly, I say it because it’s true. We can speak honestly can’t we? We both know that on the outside, that part of you everyone sees, you will never be as physically pretty as Priya or Monaavi, but I see the beauty that’s in here (laying my hand over her heart). Inside here is a very beautiful woman and there’s no one in the world like you! Your beauty shines as brightly as Priya’s or Monaavi’s ever could!”

“Well why do you call me a woman?” Leeya asked, “Because we do secret things? I’m really only six, why do you call me a woman?”

“Because you are!” I chuckled my answer. “You know what love is, don’t you: I mean real, true love?”

”Uh huh,” she nodded, “I believe I do.”

“Well, you do.” I confirmed. “You know how to love like an innocent little girl, you know how to give a nurturing love like a mother the way you do with Tina and you know how to love with deep passion like a wife. There are women twenty, thirty, forty even fifty years old that don’t know how to love like you do. Some girls are beaten or abused like you were, there are others who weren’t loved by their mothers or fathers and many spend their entire lives trying to learn how to love and give love like you can. They become bad girls, confusing the good feelings of doing secret things with real love.”

“But that’s silly,” Leeya replied quizzically. “Doing secret things are only an expression of that love.”

“That’s absolutely correct,” I agreed. “If so many women are confused about this, and you know differently then what other definition of a woman is there? You love your family, your daughter Tina and your husband with just as much depth and passion as Priya or Monaavi. So why aren’t you a real woman simply because you’re six?”

“Gee,” she said with a smile, “I never thought about it that way. So you do love me with all your heart and you do think I’m a beautiful woman, don’t you?”

Nodding with a smile I answered, “Neither Priya or Monaavi is any more of a beautiful woman than you are!”

“Can I ask you another question?” Leeya requested.

“Sure, Babe,” I answered, “You can ask as many questions as you want.”

“You like me as a small little girl, don’t you?” Leeya asked shyly.

“Yes, yes I do,” I admitted, “very much.”

“Would I make you happier,” Leeya wanted to know, “if I stayed tiny like this?”

“To be honest,” I replied, “I’ve come to love you for you. Like I said, the you that’s in here (as I put my finger over her heart) will never change. When you grow up and become a grown woman, I’ll love you just as much, maybe even more. Your size or age no longer matters or has any bearing on my love for you.”

“I have a couple of confessions to make,” Leeya said tentatively.

“Oh yeah?” I asked in reply, “What are those?”

“First,” Leeya began, “I’m kinda glad we don’t do those pee things any more. I mean, I really liked the gasms and all, but I knew it was wrong and felt bad sometimes doing them.”

“I’m sorry, Leeya,” I apologized, “for teaching you that stuff. It was wrong of me. You shouldn’t have done it if you really didn’t want to. I feel bad to think that maybe I forced you to do something you didn’t want to do.”

“Oh it’s not that,” she corrected. “You didn’t make me do anything. It’s just that I sometimes felt bad afterwards that’s all. Don’t worry; you didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do.”

“What’s the other thing?” I inquired.

“You may not believe me,” she began, “but you know how I told you that I just know in my heart my first baby will be a girl?”

”Uh huh.” I acknowledged.

“Well,” she continued, “If you die, I will too. I just know that if I lost you, I would die of a broken heart. It may seem crazy but I just know it. Sometimes… sometimes I just look at you when you’re not watching…”

“I know,” I interrupted.

“And my heart,” Leeya confessed, “is just bathed in my love for you. I breathe it in and it fills me with life. Does that make any sense?”

“Yes it does, Sweetie,” I replied.

“Even if you go before me,” Leeya said as she softly started to cry, “my last breath will be used saying your name.”

Upon hearing her words, my eyes started to well up and answered, “Oh, Leeya, what did I ever do to receive such a special gift as your love? You mean so much to me! What did I do for Allah to bless me so?”

“You loved me, Sean,” Leeya answered through her tears. “All you did was love me.”

With that, Leeya rolled over on top of me and kissed me with as much passion as I’d ever felt. I rolled her onto her back and began kissing her all over her face. She smiled softly and whispered, “Yes, Husband, I love your kisses!”

I kissed down her throat and across her shoulders and she enfolded my head in her hands as she looked down at me. She gently pushed my head southward and said, “Lick me, Sean. Give me lots of tingles.”

I kissed and sucked on her dimpled belly button and she giggled and said, “Not there silly, on my coochie!”

“Oh,” I quipped, “just stopping for a taste.”

Leeya lifted her legs and wrapped her arms around the back of her thighs pulling her pelvis up for my attention. She was flexing herself and as she did, I could see her tiny brown pucker wink. I covered her vulva with my mouth and sucked on her entire vulva gently. Leeya moaned and sighed, “Oh, Sean, I love it when you do this!”

With her vulva still in my mouth, I split her crease with my tongue and licked up from her tiny hole to her tingle button. Her little clitty was so much smaller than Monaavi’s but I relished the feel of her tiny button, no bigger than a grain of rice, against my tongue. She immediately grabbed my hair pulling me into her in response to the electric shock and gasped, “Yes! Tingles! So many tingles!”

My tiny lover was holding her fat chubby pussy lips open for me to feast on her liberally and pumping her little pussy into my mouth saying, “Gonna do it, gonna gasm soon!”

I gently cupped her tiny, taut butt cheeks in my hands as I rolled her little clitty with my tongue. She squeaked a little girl squeak and letting go of her lips, thrust her pelvis up and moaned, “Oh God, Sean, I love you!”

She came so fast, it took me by surprise and I just held her vulva in my mouth as she shuddered. I could feel her butt cheeks and labial muscles clench and release as she spasmed. Panting and gasping for breath, Leeya was silent, save the sounds of her labored breathing.

The intensity of the scene had me hard enough to cut diamonds and when I released her from my mouth whispered to her “I want you, Sweetie, I want you more than anything.”

Pulling her pussy lips open again as she panted and replied in a smoldering tone, “Then take me; sperm me good and deep!”

I rose up and seated my throbbing cock to her entrance and pushed gently. I saw her tiny opening slowly expand obscenely around the helmet of my cock, only to feel the buttery soft wetness when the head slipped inside.

“Oh, my!” Leeya moaned at my penetration. “I love it when you’re inside me!”

I began rocking slowly, to ensure that I didn’t penetrate her too deep or too quickly. After a few minutes, I had about three and a half inches inside her and Leeya began to thrust her pelvis up to me inviting me in. She let go of her pussy lips, put chin to chest looking down and felt where we were joined.

“I love watching you inside me. Sean,” Leeya panted. “I’m so stretched and you feel wonderful!”

I stroked slowly to languish in the feelings of her wet, hot and incredibly tight little pussy. I had about four inches inside her when I bumped her cervix. She flinched a little in response with “Ow! That hurt a little.”

I backed out some and began making mini strokes in her little cunt of about two inches. Leeya was climbing the mountain quickly and began using the Kegels she’d taught Monaavi and that only seemed to slow me down she was so tight until I managed to time my strokes with her clench and release rhythm. The sensations on the head of my dick were electrifying and I moaned out, “God, Leeya, you’re so tight, I’m gonna cum soon!”

Leeya panted out as she reached down grabbing the shaft that was exposed and moaned, “Do it, Sean; sperm me good!”

“Oh God! I gasped as I began to feel the tingle in my balls.

Leeya clasped my dick so hard I thought she’s pull it off when she said, “Sperm my baby place! Give me a baby too!”

When she said that, I had this wicked thought of seeing her six year-old belly swell with a baby inside and nudged my dickhead right against her cervix. As I brushed against it, the pressure Leeya felt made her squeal and I moaned, “Take it! Here’s your baby!”

I pressed tight against the mouth of her cervix and exploded. Leeya’s cervix was pressed so hard against the head of my dick that when I went off, it actually felt like my cum was backing up in my balls! When I pulled back a fraction, my spray washed against her cervix and back over the head of my dick. As soon as Leeya felt the hot spray her cervix, she held me in place with her hand and gutturally moaned, “It’s so hot!” and went off herself locking me in place.

I spurted maybe four times and I felt my knees start to buckle when she cried out, “Gasmmmmmm!”

As I twitched inside her, I tried to give her what I no longer had to give as she shuddered in her own little world. Looking down, there was a bubbly white froth seeping from around my buried cock as she clenched and released. With every contraction, she’d expel droplets of my emission and it oozed out and ran down her perineum. Still shuddering, Leeya reached down, dragged her fingers through the seepage, brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them in.

After our panting had eased to where we could both breathe enough to speak Leeya giggled and said, “I know I can’t have a baby for quite a while but I’ve been thinking about Monaavi a lot lately and I wanna grow up and have babies too.”

“I know, Sweetie,” I answered understandably.

“Anyway,” she said as she looked at me doe-eyed, “that’s my dream.”

“One day,” I assured her, “your dream will come true and your tiny belly will be big and round too.”

“Ooooh!” Leeya replied rubbing her stomach, “I can’t wait!”

Leeya got up and waddled to the bathroom with her hand covering her weeping little hole and barked, “Gosh! You sure spermed me good, I’m dripping like a faucet!”

I heard the toilet flush and a few moments later, my little minx jumped on the bed straddling my face and asked, “Will you let me grow a little bit of little hair before I remove it? I’d like to see what my cunny would look like with some hair on it.”

“Sure, Sweetie,” I answered, “if you like.”

“You know,” Leeya said as she pondered, “maybe we should make your thingy all bald too. Whatcha think?”

“I wouldn’t mind it,” I replied.

“Hmmmm,” she said, “I’ll have to talk to my sisters about that…

“Anyway, since your mouth is right there,” Leeya said with a coy smile, “why don’t you give me some more tingles?”

I responded by grabbing her tiny thighs and pulled her little treasure to my mouth. Leeya made a hiss and growled sexily, “That’s it, lick my tingle button and make me feel good!”

Because we’d just had sex, her aroma was much stronger and more tart than sweet but she sure tasted good! I drank from her fountain and she gently rocked on my mouth. I swiped up through her crease and over her little button. She jerked saying, “Yup, right there!”

Leeya was now pressing her clitty hard against my mouth for more pressure and was now panting again. Holding her thighs, I rolled her onto her back and she immediately wrapped her arms behind her thighs and grabbed her ankles thrusting her little honey-colored treasure up for me to feast on. I parted her petals with my thumbs and began making long swiping licks up through her crease with the flat of my tongue and Leeya squealed in delight.

“That’s it!” she gasped looking down at me. “Lick my poopy too!”

Being the obliging husband I am, I did just that. I circled her brown puckered star and she was teasing me by winking her little poopy against my tongue. Every time I have anal sex with Leeya, she’s so white-hot inside and it feels so tight it almost hurts sometimes. Just the thought of fucking her six year-old backdoor always drove me crazy!

My hardened tool was telling me he wanted inside her so I rose up, picked her up off the bed and placed her on my lap. Leeya responded by letting go of her legs, planted her feet on the bed in a squatting positing and rose up. Leeya put her arms around my neck looking back behind her, reached around grabbing hold of my erect phallus and placed the head against her anus.

I heard Leeya grunt as she bore down and slowly lowered herself, impaling her tiny butt on my dick. I could feel the intense pressure as her sphincter slowly started to yield to my invading member. She flipped her head and flung her hair from her face and when the head slipped inside her she made a grunt and stopped. I felt her legs quiver so I cupped her taut little butt checks in my hands and held her weight as she began to rock.

Ever so slowly I sank into her depths and when the backs of my hands were resting on my thighs I released her. Leeya sat completely impaled with me in her ass and clenched me with a deep guttural “Uuuhh!”

God was she tight! Her insides were steamy hot and her colon felt velvety smooth. She sat just flexing her muscles and grunting and moaned, “God, Sean, you’re so deep it’s hard to breathe!”

Rubbing her back and making rocking-like lunges into her told her, “Baby, you’re so fucking hot and tight, I’m gonna cum real soon!”

“Not yet!” she gasped, “I want, “Uuuhhh” to feel you move inside me.”

Holding her, I lowered her to the bed. My huge frame towered over her tiny body as she again wrapped her arms behind her thighs grabbing her ankles. I pulled out and started making thrusts of about three or four inches each time burying my cock in her tight colon.

Leeya would suck in air as I thrust forward bottoming out and grunt as she clenched me on my withdrawal. I stroked moderately and rhythmically for several minutes and Leeya was panting heavily.

Looking down at her pinkish white anal ring it was obscenely stretched and pulled away from her body only to fold into her as I drove back inside her.

“God!” Leeya gasped. ”I wish I could get you this deep in my pussy!”

I was near fainting she felt so tight and groaned to her, “Can’t last much longer!”

I reached down and started rubbing her little button and she squealed out a gasp in response to the sudden electric shocking tingle.

“Sperm me, Sean!” Leeya cried.

With one hard lunge, I buried myself as deep as I could and howled out as I began to spurt deep inside her. Leeya quivered when she felt it and dug her fingernails into my forearms. She gasped hard twice and began to shudder out her own climax.

“Oh God!” Leeya cried. “You’re burning my insides!”

With each shudder, she’d clench me like a vise and release. I pulled out quickly as I felt my elbows start to give way, rolling to the side of her because I didn’t want to fall on my tiny prepubescent lover.

Leeya slowly let go of her ankles and felt her open, distended rectum before slowly lowering her legs to the bed panting.

Leeya was wasted! She just lay there panting, her tiny chest heaved as she tried to regain her breath with her eyes hazed over in a fog. I rose, went to the bathroom, cleaned myself and returned with a warm washcloth. When she saw me return, silently she pulled her legs up and apart on the bed with her feet almost touching sole-to-sole. I gathered her ankles like diapering a baby, lifted her legs and told her to hold her legs open.

Still in a fog, she silently nodded and complied. I gently wiped her weeping back door and she uttered an “Mmmmm” when she felt the warm cloth. I gently lowered her legs to the bed and climbed in next to her, pulling the duvet over us.

I turned out the light and all I could hear as I cuddled her to me was her heavy breathing. Leeya rolled over on top of my and whispered, “I love you, Sean, more than words could ever say. Hold me, hold me to sleep…” and she nodded off.

To my sleeping wife I whispered, “I’m so glad you’re mine…”