Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 83: Change of Plans (MFfg, rom, cons, oral)

Having communicated with Paul Whitfield at the American embassy many times, we’d become good friends and he’d been over to our house numerous times when the girls and I finally shared the truth about our “alternative” family with him. He understood and told me that he had already put a few of the puzzle pieces together and figured out that we had such a relationship.

After meeting socially at our home on numerous occasions, last year Paul informed me that he was being transferred to the embassy at Guangzhou in the People’s Republic of China. He said that now that China was opening up, there was a huge influx of I-129 fiancé visa applications and they needed experienced interviewers. He gave me his personal information and how to get in contact with him if I ever needed any help. Since then, we’d corresponded by email and several phone calls just to keep in touch.

We were two and a half hours ahead of him in China so the day after our family meeting, I called him at one pm, our time. He was in an interview so I left a message and he called me back around two. I asked him if he could help me get a work visa for Pita, now twenty-eight with a ten year-old daughter. He said he could help me expedite things, and that even with his help it would take about two months.

Paul instructed me where to go on the Web and download the necessary applications. Once completed, I could send them by courier to him and he’d take it from there.

He instructed me to classify Pita as an employee of our corporation and that she was being transferred to the States as employees of a U.S. based company and apply for an L-1 visa: this would make matters much easier and quicker.

I downloaded the forms along with the affidavit of support, filled it out and sent the completed forms with a certified check to Paul. Several days later I got an email from him telling me he’d received everything and sent it to Vermont for expedited processing.

Cinny and Liz, now five, were starting to do first grade work: learning dolch words with very basic primer reading and doing simple addition and subtraction. Tina, at nine, was doing well with advanced fourth, almost fifth grade work. Leeya was now a ten year-old eighth grader: a full three years advanced for her age. Attiya, also ten, was handling fifth grade work without too much difficulty. Needless to say, Monaavi, now twenty-eight, had her hands full: even with Leeya helping out as an assistant tutor to the others.

Priya was sixteen and just obtained her BE degree a week ago. Having experienced a slump in business the past year or so, I was spending some long days at the office. Because of the slowdown in business, we decided that we’d stay in India this summer. The kids could get a jump on their studies and I could better monitor things if I were here.

Sarah completed her undergraduate degree in medicine and Haseeba became a full-fledged pediatric nurse. Sarah had a long ways to go to realize her goal of becoming a pediatrician. Now that she’d graduated with her degree in medicine, she had to undergo a year of rigorous internship while studying another three years for her postgraduate degree. Neither woman had a romantic interest, deciding to avoid men and concentrate on their studies.

A lot had happened in these past five years. I mean there’s the children getting older and all but also with other things in the family. Amaad had died of a heart attack last year and Alpa had moved in with Haseeba. Mahmoud seemed to vanish into thin air, never to be heard from again.

Alpa was now coming around every couple of months or so to see Tina, but always kept the fact that she was her real mother a secret. I told Alpa that when Tina is older, she has a right to know who her real mother is and the circumstances of her life. She said that if and when that happens, she’ll be there if Faatina needed her.

Paul Whitfield came through in spades! I was shocked when, a month and a half after sending him Pita’s application, we got her interview date in the mail. I took Pita to the American embassy two weeks later and they stamped hers and Attiya’s passports with the visa. She could now enter the U.S. anytime within ninety days.

Then, the bottom seemed to fall out of our world!

I was awakened in a stupor by the phone ringing. As I groggily answered the phone, it sounded like Mom’s voice and she was crying so bad that I couldn’t make out what she was saying. The sound of her distressed voice made me awake and alert in seconds.

I asked, “Mom? Is that you? What’s the matter?”

Mom sniffled a few times to compose herself enough to talk and cried, “It’s your Dad, Sean. He’s had a heart attack: a really bad one.”

“WHAT?” I asked shocked sitting up in bed.

“They pretty sure he’ll live,” she assured, “but he’s in really bad shape.”

“What happened?” I asked, wanting the details. I looked at the clock: three-thirty am, there it was nine pm the night before.

“John thought he was having a bad case of indigestion,” Mom began to explain, “when he just fell to the floor in excruciating pain at about five this evening. We called an ambulance but he was so bad they landed a helicopter on the front lawn and took him to shock trauma. By the time I got to University Hospital by car, he was in surgery.”

“Is he out now? I asked, a thousand questions rolling around in my head, “Is he gonna be alright?”

“They think so,” Mom answered. “He had a ninety percent blockage in the left anterior descending artery. They call it the “widow maker”. Anyway, they said if he had gotten there another fifteen minutes later, he’d be gone. He’ll probably never work again. Sean, I need you here: your Dad needs you. When can you get back here?”

“As soon as I get off the phone with you, Mom,” I replied, “I’ll call and charter a jet. This time, I’ll be bringing everyone with me: Priya, Monaavi, Leeya and the girls along with Pita and Attiya. Pita got her work visa two days ago.”

“What’s wrong, Sean?” Monaavi asked, “You’re scaring me.”

“Hold on a minute, Mom,” I asked as I cupped the phone.

“Dad’s had a really bad heart attack,” I told Monaavi. “Go wake up the girls now and start packing: we’re going to the U.S.”

“Okay, Mom, go on,” I said. “I just told Monaavi to wake the others and start packing.”

“Well,” Mom said to assure me, “he’s out of the woods for now and resting, but they don’t know how much heart damage there is or what his prognosis is at the moment. The cardiologist did say that he’d never be able to take the stress of work again. Running the company will be up to you and Priya now.”

“Don’t worry about the company right now, Mom,” I said trying to help her see our new priorities. “Let’s just worry about Dad right now. How do you want me to contact you: on your cell?”

“No,” she replied, “I grabbed your Dad’s phone by mistake. Call me on his cell when you’ve got the charter arranged.”

“I will, Mom, don’t worry.” I encouraged. “I’ll call you as soon as I have a time for takeoff and arrival, all right?”

“Okay, Sean,” Mom answered. “Please hurry!”

“I will, Mom,” I said comfortingly. “I love you and when Dad wakes up give him our love.”

“I will, Son,” Mom replied, “talk to you soon.”

“Real soon,” I assured.

We said goodbye and disconnected.

All my wives came in and stood in a panic waiting for more information. I told them what I knew and instructed them to start packing immediately. I rousted Ravi out of bed and told him to get over to Pita’s and get them here ASAP. I called Pita and told her to pack what she could and what she didn’t have, I’d buy her and Attiya when we were stateside.

I called the charter service and had to get a larger plane, a Gulfstream V SP, but I didn’t mince about the size or cost. The plane had a range of 6,750 nautical miles, a cruising speed of 560 mph with a passenger load of up to fifteen people: we only had nine. They also offered a limousine service so I had one reserved to be waiting on the tarmac when we arrived. I told them to make sure they had plenty of food, milk and drinks: especially for five children. We’d refuel at Heathrow in London. I was told they could have it ready for takeoff in about six hours so I told them to file a flight plan and to call me with takeoff and arrival times to BWI — ASAP.

The fur was really flying’! There were four people stuffing things into suitcases like crazy, mostly things for the kids. We let the kids sleep as we packed and about five thirty the charter service called with the itinerary.

I told everyone to get a move on and that we’d be taking off at twelve-fifteen. Priya and I had made this trip several times and went around checking the suitcases as we went along. By eight, we pretty much had things packed. We buddied up for our showers and said our morning prayers, albeit abbreviated. We woke the girls at nine forty-five and dressed the twins as Tina took a shower and dressed.

Pita showed up with Attiya scared to death and shaking with apprehension at ten-ten. Monaavi and Priya calmed them down as Ravi and I loaded the luggage in the limo. Things were going to be cramped: we had bags in the passenger compartment and we’d have to have the kids sitting on our laps to make room for everyone.

I told everyone to go to the bathroom and try: even if they didn’t have to go. I was going to take a leak myself when I walked in on Priya as she was finishing. As I peed, she took her birth control pills and threw them in the waste basket saying, “Well, I’m not gonna need these anymore for a while.”

Confused, I asked, “Huh? What the hell are you doing that for?”

“I have one more vow to keep,” Priya replied with conviction. “I promised Father a grandchild and I’m gonna make sure I keep that promise before he leaves this world.”

“What about your masters?” I asked.

“I’ll do it pregnant,” she answered.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked.

“Sure as his heart attack,” she shot back.

“If that’s what you want,” I affirmed, “I give you a child.”

Coming back to the moment, I looked at my watch: ten fifty-five. Going downstairs, I called all the adults into the living room and we made sure I had everyone’s passport with valid visas inside. I threw everything in my briefcase and loaded everyone in the limo.

Once on the road, I called Prishi on her cell and informed her of the situation and told her plainly, “If you can handle things for me when I really need you, I’ll give you my job permanently because I’ll be running things in the States.”

“I can do this job and you know it, Sean,” she asserted. “Go. Go you your dad. I’ll handle things here.”

“I’ll call you as soon as I know something. Bye now,” I ended.

“Bye, Sean,” she replied, “and give your father our love and prayers.”

I called Mom and told her we were taking off about noon and landing at BWI sometime around ten am tomorrow morning, her time. I told her not to worry about pick up because I had a limo waiting at the airport. From the airport we would drive to the hospital, drop Priya, Monaavi, Leeya and me, and then the limo would take everyone else home. She said she’d have Abby waiting to receive Pita and the girls.

Mom told me that Dad was resting and was hooked up to all kinds of devices but wasn’t in any pain. She expressed how happy she was that I could arrive as quickly as I’d arranged and couldn’t wait for our arrival. I told her that if it was possible, she should go home, get cleaned up and get some rest if she can. She wouldn’t be doing Dad any good if she collapsed from exhaustion and she said she would.

We arrived at the private terminal at eleven -forty. I went straight into the office, gave them a corporate check and showed them our passports as the flight crew loaded our baggage and everyone boarded the plane. With everyone buckled in, we taxied to the runway at twelve-twenty and we took off five minutes later, bolting down the striped asphalt ribbon after getting clearance from the tower to take off.

Once airborne we calmed the children and thankfully, they went back to sleep. I told everyone else to try and get as much rest as possible; it was going to be a long nine-hour flight.

We landed at Heathrow at five-fifty am local time and were on the ground for an hour and a half. We landed at BWI at about nine-forty am, local time. It took almost an hour and a half to clear customs and got the bags loaded in the limo before starting the thirty-minute ride to the hospital.

We pulled into the hospital entrance at eleven-fifty and I told Pita not to worry. The driver would take them home and Abby would be there waiting and that everything would be all right. Although the tears in her eyes showed she was frightened, she maintained an air of calmness for the kids. I encouragingly asked Tina to be a young woman and help Pita with the girls and she was proud that I’d called her a young woman. Having given the girls our kisses, we watched as the limo pulled away before going inside.

When we entered Dad’s room, he was eating lunch with Mom sitting by his side. There were no more tubes, just some oxygen being fed through a tube looped around his ears and going under his nose.

Dad was only allowed three visitors at a time so Leeya and Monaavi waited outside while Priya and I went in. Mom jumped to her feet and embraced us as Dad looked on smiling.

I chided him by saying, “Boy, you sure picked a helluva way to get me back here this summer!”

“Well,” he huffed, “believe me, it wasn’t on purpose! Hurt like a bitch!”

“How are you doing?” I asked.

“They put in a stent or two,” He revealed, “Now I’m feeling okay, just weak as hell. This hospital food tastes like crap!”

“See that?” I said teasingly, “They save your life and you have to bitch about the food!”

Priya went to him crying and fell in his lap. He stroked her and said reassuring her with, “There, there, Sweetie. I’m Okay. It’ll take a lot more than this to kill this old buzzard!”

“Father,” Priya said through her tears, “I thought we were gonna lose you! I still have a promise to keep, remember?”

“I remember,” he answered, “and as soon as you get that masters, I’ll hold you to it.”

“I’m not gonna wait, Father,” she told him, “I’m going to get pregnant now: as soon as I can.”

“Priya,” Dad tried to reason with her, “you’re sixteen; finish school. I’ll be around a long time. There’s no need to rush.”

“Nope,” she told him flat out, “I can do both and I will. There’s nothing you can do to stop me either.”

“Sean,” Dad ordered, “talk to this insolent chocolate beauty!”

“I did,” I confided. “She threw away her pills; she’s already missed one day.”

Mom smirked and asked, “You didn’t?”

“I certainly did!” Priya confirmed. “And I’ll be pregnant before Father can go horseback riding again too.”

“What,” Mom rebutted, “you don’t have enough with the twins on your hands?”

“Like Monaavi said,” Priya retorted, “the more the merrier.”

“John,” Mom advised with a smile, “you might as well shut up. You know you can’t win with her.”

“We’ll talk about this later, girl,” Dad warned.

“You talk,” Priya teased, “I’m gonna make bread until I’ve got a bun in the oven.”

“And I suppose Leeya will follow suit?” Dad asked.

“Leeya’s got some waiting to do before that happens,” Priya noted, “but if you don’t get your butt outta this bed, you ain’t gonna see it.”

“Alright, alright!” Dad caved as he put up his hands. “But you’d better finish school.”

“I will,” Priya promised, “even if I deliver on the school steps!”

“Come on, Priya,” I prodded, “Monaavi and Leeya want to see Dad too. We’ll be back in after they’ve visited.”

Priya took Dad’s cheeks in her hands and kissed him on the lips saying, “Think I’ll look pretty with a swollen belly?”

“You’ll be beautiful, Baby,” Dad said softly with a smile.

Priya and I stepped outside and let Leeya and Monaavi visit with Dad for a while. We switched off back and forth a few times and Dad told us to take Mom home and attend to the children. We could come back tomorrow and rattle his cage. We left for home with Mom in tow about four, arriving home just before five.

Walking into the house, it was quiet. Abby and Pita were talking at the table and I asked where the kids were. Abby shrugged her shoulders saying, “There in here somewhere, they’re playing hide-and-seek.”

Shaking my head with a smile, at least they weren’t outside roaming the grounds. I called out, “Tina, Tiya, Cinny, Lizzy! Come out, come out wherever you are!”

All of a sudden I heard the scampering of little feet as they emerged from all points of the house to come to a halt panting in front of me.

Mom fell on one knee crying and scooped up as many kids as she could hold, hugging and kissing them back and forth in turn. After being smothered in hugs and kisses, the kids scampered off to play again (Tina was “It”).

Pita was astounded by the size of the place and remarked that she’d never envisioned that people lived like this. She was completely overtaken with her and Attiya’s rooms saying they were bigger than her apartment in New Delhi.

Both Mom and Abby couldn’t get over how much the twins had grown and her eyes welled up when she noticed the new “womanly” Leeya and Tina. Mom told Monaavi her bigger breasts became her as did Priya’s slightly enhanced figure. Me, I was still the same old letch.

Counting the three bedrooms Dad had made in the basement gave us a total of eight. Mom and Dad had the master suite, and Priya, Monaavi and I had our own rooms upstairs along with the twins sharing one. Tina had one downstairs with Leeya and Attiya bunking together. Pita also had her room downstairs. All of a sudden, the house was full to overflowing!

It took us only a matter of hours to pack but unpacking took three days. They kept Dad for another week before letting him come home with the instructions: No work!

Once unpacked and with Dad home, the women folk decided to go shopping. Who got stuck with the kids? You got it: Daddy! With Mom leading the pack, they arrived home and it appeared they’d spent enough money to make Howard Hughes turn over in his grave. Oh well, at least the girls would now have something to wear (for a month anyway).

I started going to the office and meeting with Dad’s whiz kid (even if she was from Yale) Nancy Dickerson. Dad was right: she was sharp as a pin and twice as tactful. I put her in charge as liaison with Prishi and my new office here. I told her that there could be a promotion in it for her if she handled things right: she got my drift.

Within two weeks, I had a complete outline of what and how everything worked from Dad’s stand point as CEO. I started to bring Priya to the office and soon she was making adjustments on her own. Damn women: can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em!

Priya got her period and went around the house singing, “Baby? Oh baby, where are you? Oh there you are. Shucks, I should’ve looked down at my tummy!”

“Must be something in the well water,” I quipped.

Mom, Abby, Pita and Monaavi just snickered. Leeya was definitely jealous. She wanted to be pregnant so bad she almost cried at Priya’s joking. Luckily, she didn’t do anything stupid like throw her pills away.

Priya applied for and was accepted for the Masters program at Johns Hopkins in International Finance and would be starting in September. Monaavi took the Maryland State Boards for teaching and passed. She then applied for and received the curriculum for home schooling the kids: from first grade through high school.

Priya pulled rank and made a compromise with her sisters that she would have the entire week with me the week she was supposed to be ovulating the following month. In return, she’d give up her nights for the next two consecutive weeks. She was marking the days off on the calendar down to D-Week or should I say C-Week (Conception), beginning two days hence and she was chomping at the bit (or should I say chomping at the dick). No matter how you said it, she was looking at me with “pregnant” looks.

That Monday, Priya was all over me right after morning prayers like a rash. With Monaavi and Leeya looking on as we headed downstairs for breakfast, Priya stood on tiptoes, bit my earlobe and growled, “I’ve waited five years for this and now it’s my turn to bear fruit.”

I sighed, only imagining what was in store for me this week! Sitting at the table, Mom quipped with a smirk, “I smell a debauching in the making. Sean, I think your goose is gonna be royally cooked!”

“It’s not my goose I’m worried about,” I remarked, “I just hope she leaves enough in my balls for Leeya when it’s her turn.”

“I’m gonna get every last squiggly I can from you this week!” Priya promised, “You’ll have plenty of time to recharge for Leeya.”

“You know,” I commented jokingly, “I did some research on the Internet yesterday. They said you’ve only got a five percent chance of getting pregnant after being on birth control pills for a long period of time.”

“Not if you do your job right,” she rebutted.

Monaavi chuckled and said, “She’s got a one track mind, doesn’t she?”

Leeya had tears running down her cheeks and said softly, “I wish it was me. When will it be my turn?”

“Darling,” Mom said comfortingly, “you’re only ten and a half. Wait until you’re out of school. You’ve got plenty of time for this.”

“I know,” she moaned, “it’s just that no one seems to understand how important this is to me.”

“Believe me, Leeya,” I replied understandably, “I do, I really do, but it’s just not the right time yet.”

“Leeya dear,” Monaavi said as she took her hand, “Besides, if you got pregnant now, your body is still small and growing. You’ve got to think of your health and the baby’s too: You could have a lot of problems.”

“I guess everyone’s right,” Leeya admitted.”It’s just that I want to be a mother in the worst sort of way. I know I’m kind of a mother to Tina and the twins but I’d like my own child.”

“And you’ll have your own child,” Mom encouraged, “but for your sake and that of your child’s, wait until the time is right.”

“Alright,” Leeya sadly conceded.

Well, the long awaited “Week of Impregnation” began after prayers that evening. Leeya and Monaavi left Priya and me closing the door behind them with snickers and giggles.

Priya was wearing a pair of light khaki shorts and a snow-white halter-top that only enhanced her chocolate colored complexion. I stood looking at my love and felt such an intense love for her because from the moment I laid eyes upon her, I’ve wanted a child with her.

All week long she’d been looking at me with such lust but now, there was only a soft love in her eyes. I stood silent as I gazed upon her beauty: her slender shapely legs, the curve of her hips and the taper of her waist. Her small bulbous breasts poking straight out from her top and her face: perfectly symmetrical with high cheekbones; a radiant pearly white, warm smile and those large, obsidian black pools of smoldering passion.

Priya gave me a soft, warm loving smile and reached behind her back and untied her halter-top. As the straps fell to her sides she did the same behind her neck and simply let go of each tie. The neck straps slowly slipped from her neck and down her chest as her top fell to the floor exposing her pert light brown breasts and dark brown bulbous areolae.

I began to unbutton my shirt, both of us silent. Our eyes remained glued on each other’s as we undressed. She unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall from her hips to puddle at her feet revealing a pair of blue silk hip hugger panties trimmed in white lace. Priya stepped out of her shorts, first her right foot then her left and slowly slid them to one side with her dainty pink-soled foot.

Unbuttoning my shorts I did as she did, letting them fall to my feet and kicking them out of the way. Priya reached up behind her head pulling the scrunchie from her ponytail and with her head back, shook her head as she combed her waist length blue-black wavy mane with her fingers.

Suddenly, it was like our wedding night revisited. Priya did something I haven’t seen in years: standing only in her panties, she gave me a beautiful deep chocolate blush as she parted her hair with her fingers, bringing the halves over her shoulders to cover her breasts.

I sat in the chair and began to remove my shoes and socks when she slowly walked towards me. Neither of us had uttered a word and when I’d finished with my last foot, Priya stepped between my legs. I looked up and she smiled sweetly with tears trickling down her cheeks.

I put my hands gently on her hips and pulled her to me. Priya enfolded my head in her arms, pulled me to her breast and gave a small shudder when my face made contact with her hair-covered breasts. She must have still been crying because I felt a tear drop and land on my forehead as she held me. I kissed the side of her left breast through her hair and she whimpered as she cried.

As Priya lovingly stroked the side of my head she said softly through her tears, “I’ve dreamed of this night for five years. On my wedding night as a young girl, I gave myself to you and you’ve given me a love that’s been beyond measure.”

She kissed the top of my head again and continued, “I thought then that I’d never love you as much as I did that night but our love has grown and blossomed into something magnificent. Even then, on that night, as you took my innocence I dreamt you filling me with your seed and creating a life. I’ve held this dream in my heart and watched with silent sadness as the first fruit of your seed issued forth from Monaavi.”

Priya’s heartfelt feelings poured from her as she sobbed and began again, “Oh God, I love you so! With the passage of each waking day, my little girl dreams as a bride has only made me want this even more!”

As I pulled her to me and as she hugged me even tighter she asked, “Sean, make love to me. Make love to me like you did that night when I was eleven. Take me back to my wedding night and make my little girl dream come true.”

Like that very first night, I kissed the side of her hair-covered breast, picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bed. Like a shy little girl, Priya hid her face in the hollow of my neck silently.

I set her on her feet and sat on the bed. Like that first night, I slowly brushed away her cape of hair from her breasts exposing them to me. I slowly brought my hands up her now sensuously curved waist and cupped her breasts in my hands. I brushed the pads of my fingertips across her bulbous puffy areolae and her eraser-sized nipples hardened and popped out.

She leaned in against my hands with a sigh as I brushed my fingertips across her dark brown nipples. I gently pulled her to me and slowly engulfed her left breast in my mouth and sucked it in lightly. Priya enfolded my head in her arms, started crying and whispered, “Oh, Sean, I love you so much!”

I moved to her right breast feasting hungrily as she pulled me tighter running her fingers through my hair. She shuddered and I felt her knees start to buckle so I wrapped my hands around her waist without releasing my greedy mouth from her breast and turned her, pulling her to the bed on her back, coming to rest on top of her between her legs.

Priya slid her feet up the bed raising her knees on each side of my chest and began a slow, rhythmic rotating of her hips, humping up into my stomach. I kissed her passionately and she hungrily sought out my tongue and she moaned into my mouth.

I began kissing her face with little feather pecks and she smiled with eyes closed, relishing in being loved. I wanted to go slower but the passion of the moment made me crazy with desire. I grabbed her hands, pulled them over her head and began to lick her armpit and nip at her deltoid. I let go of her hands and grasped her right breast and squeezed it firmly causing it to protrude upward between thumb and fingers.

I greedily sucked in as much of her breast in my mouth as I could and sucked her areola to the back of my throat. The sudden suction and distension of her puffy protuberance caused her to gasp loudly, lurch upward with her hips and she came softly saying, “Oh my! I just came!”

As I moved to her left breast doing the same, Priya shuddered again. I licked and nipped the outline of her bottom rib on each side of her chest as her breathing caused the outline of her ribs to appear and disappear with each panted breath she took. As I moved south, Priya cupped her breasts and began to tweak her nipples between thumb and forefinger as she looked down with her chin on her chest panting.

I reached her panty-covered mons and lovingly bit her right at the precipice of her mons and crease. I sucked in her silk-covered vulva and began to suck and nip with passion. Rising up, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties. She lifted her hips as I pulled them from her and when I’d uncovered her vulva, I lifted her legs and removed them, biting her left foot and throwing her panties blindly.

With an ankle in each hand, I looked between Priya’s legs. She was sopping wet and her puffy fat labia were darkened as her wetness glistened before me. I just had to taste her!

Letting her ankles fall on my shoulders, I lovingly dove right into her wet effusing treasure. Priya’s pussy was still as soft as the day she was born! I peeled open her chocolate peach and drank with abandon. Her juices were thick, milky and musky signaling her readiness for my seed. After drinking her copious gift, I covered her clit with my mouth. I immediately began strumming the tip of her tingle button with the tip of my tongue and she squealed in delight, thrusting herself hard into my mouth. Relentlessly I attacked her pleasure button and she gasped twice with a heavy lurch and shuddered out her orgasm with a little girl squeak.

I couldn’t take it any longer! I rose up and pointed my dripping cock at her entrance and gently pushed, sinking into her slippery cunt about three inches. Priya immediately gripped me tight with an “Oh God, Sean!” for a second before slowly releasing me.

I was so heated up it only took me about five strokes before I brushed her cervix. Priya lurched and grunted a “Uuuhhh!” when she felt the pressure. She felt totally different!

Her cervix felt larger, kind of puffy and spongy and I languidly stroked trying to find that “Sweet spot”. I pushed into her fornix forcefully and Priya wrapped her arms around my chest and pulled herself to me in an embrace. Panting and grunting Priya asked me, “I don’t care “Uuuhh” if it hurts, Sean, “Uuuhh” Sperm me right against “Uuuhh” my cervix, I want it deep “Uuuhh” in me!”

“Your pussy’s glorious!” I panted out. “Squeeze me, Baby. Fuck me with your muscles.”

Priya’s grunts became louder from the exertion and I gave her quick forceful jabs of about two inches deep inside her depths. I felt my pubic bone touch hers a couple of times, looked down and her little girl fat pussy lips were stretched thin and collapsing as I thrust into her.

The gripping action of her clasping and releasing muscles had me on the edge. I panted, “Can’t hold it! Here it comes!

I pulled back, felt for the mouth of her cervix and pushed hard! Priya screamed and it felt like my cock was nestled against a puckering mouth with just a quarter of an inch of the tip of my cock nestled at the mouth of her womb.

“Aaaaahhhh!” I growled as I began jetting my gift into her. I could feel the hot spray of my ejaculate wash back over the head of my dick as I fired off four salvos into her.

When Priya felt the first spurt, she painfully pulled herself tighter to me causing my dick to push even harder against her cervical mouth, looked into my eyes wide-eyed and shrieked at the top of her lungs “Yes! Oh God, yes!”

Priya held me as tight against her cervix as tight as she could while I spurted my seed into her as we spasmed and shuddered together. Priya’s fingernails dug into my back as I twitched and dry spurted inside her. With each twitch, she’d grasp and release my throbbing cock. I‘d just give her a tiny lunge, trying to give her every drop with an exerted “Uh!”

Exhausted for the time being, I leaned my weight on my locked elbows. Priya slowly released herself from embracing me and fell back to the bed, gently pulling me to her. I gently lowered myself to rest on top of her with her legs wrapped around my waist.

My much larger frame buried her under me but she lovingly stroked my back as I continued to twitch inside her. I could feel the hot moistness of her breath as Priya panted into my ear. I engulfed the rounded edge of her shoulder in my mouth just to taste her skin; her taste was salty, sweet and aromatic.

After our panted breathing became regular enough to speak, Priya gave a panted giggle and quipped, “Boy! You really melted my chocolate didn’t you?”

I panted back, “I sure as hell tried!”

I rose up and looked down to see my milky white semen start to ooze from around my buried dick in her chocolate brown treasure.

“You’re leaking,” I commented.

“I don’t care,” Priya whispered, “stay inside me, I don’t want to let you go.”

I lay still and Priya slowly rocked her pelvis and as she rocked I savored the deliciously hot, wet tightness of being inside her, I began to weep. I thought back to our wedding night when an eleven year-old girl gave herself to me so completely and I was consumed with love for my soul mate.

Priya felt the wetness of my tears and whispered, “What’s wrong, Love?”

I lifted my head to look at her and she took her thumbs and wiped away my tears as I answered, “From the very moment I saw you, I’ve wanted a child with you: a chocolate brown little girl just like you!”

Priya smiled as her eyes welled up and answered sweetly, “My gift to you will be whatever Allah ordains: girl or boy. My love for you will become life and that life will be part of you and a part of me and be a testament to our enduring love. You honor me by accepting my color in our child. No one could ever love me like you, Sean, and no one can love you more than I.”

I rolled over on my back with Priya on top of me still impaled inside her. We held each other tenderly as we fell off to sleep.

Priya and I made love twice more that evening and three times each night thereafter for the entire week. Although I gave her many anal orgasms digitally and orally, my dick never touched her ass that week.

One of those nights, I pondered what Leeya had asked me about loving each of my wives with all my heart. Like with my children, each their own special person, each with their own special gifts, each of my wives gave me something special no one else could give.

Creating life with Monaavi was very precious to me and now, attempting to create life with Priya brought its own precious moments. Little Leeya… creating life in her will be just as precious!

I’m so blessed! Blessed in recognizing that creating life is just as precious as seeing it take its first breath.