Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 96: Squirting 101

After my wives decided to have a group impregnation, I resigned myself to the fact that I would have three of my four wives pregnant at the same time and delivering with months of each other. I told Priya that this would certainly give her the opportunity to hone her maternal skills because Leeya would probably need a lot more recuperative time than Monaavi simply because Leeya was so tiny, her age and the fact that this would be her first and most difficult birth. In the back of my mind, I was worried about Miko also because although she was a fully mature woman physically, she was still very tiny.

Some women are built for speed, having perfect and flawless bodies: Miko and Priya were cut from this mold. Leeya, to me, epitomized the sensual girl next door: not perfectly proportioned but sensual, erotic and hot as a firecracker. And then there’s Monaavi: she’s the type of woman that’s built for comfort: a natural born mother. If you even looked at her sexy she’d probably get pregnant if she weren’t on contraceptives. She’s got a great body, slightly fleshy with a great ass, nice sized tits with long sensitive nipples that are perfect for suckling a child (or its daddy!). Monaavi is the most content with herself also. She’s now thirty, has gained a few pounds but she’s still a very beautiful woman with a fantastic body.

What has always puzzled me and amazes me to this day is the fact that there is absolutely no jealousy (as far as I could tell) between any of the girls over the others’ charms and attributes. To prove the point, the first family night we had after Miko and I got married, the girls decided to rate each other’s attributes and award titles and nicknames.

It all started when I called Miko’s flawless kitty Pretty Pussy. Monaavi said, “Is it really that pretty, show us, Miko.”

Miko sat back against the headboard, spread her legs with a blush and like a recruit at boot camp, sat for inspection by her sisters. They looked at her exquisite vulva and after comparing each other, took a vote. Pretty Pussy was declared the winner and retained her name. That got them all to comparing various body parts and attributes. Here are the final winning categories after they voted (I wasn’t allowed to give my two cents worth):

Prettiest pussy: Miko (Priya did however pick up the nickname Choco—Pussy)

Prettiest breasts: Miko (perfectly conical with a hint of sag)

Best overall figure: Miko (33—21—33)

Prettiest nipples: Monaavi (Perfect for suckling)

Prettiest legs: Monaavi (Miko is a close second in my book)

Best ass: Monaavi

Prettiest puckered star: Leeya (perfect eight—point star)

Nicest clit: Monaavi got named Mini Dick and winner by virtue of her protuberance.

Prettiest eyes: Priya hands down

Best hair: Priya for sheen, length, thickness and wave.

Prettiest lips: Leeya (she won hands down for perfect Cupid’s bow and softness)

Overall sexiness: Leeya (really shocked me they’d vote that way especially lacking a bosom))

Prettiest feet: Leeya (the girls thought if Miko’s stubby toes were a little longer she’d have won, I agree: my choice was Leeya hands down)

Most beautiful wife overall: Priya was unanimously elected

And so it was. The Michaels wives’ beauty contest was completed and I was surprised to see the equality that was displayed among the various categories. I asked why they voted Leeya sexiest and they said that even though Leeya didn’t have any boobs, she exudes an innocent sensual sexuality and is a selfless lover. I also asked why Priya won for most beautiful but Miko won for best figure and they said Miko won best figure because she’s got beautiful and bigger breasts than Priya, but both naked and dressed Priya presented a more beautiful package. Go figure.

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This past year had been marked with milestones also. Little Malina started to walk at eleven months and could even swim doing the doggie paddle. She’s already talking in simple sentences in English, Tamil and Japanese. She’s too young to be tested but from all indications she’s got her mother’s very high IQ and then some.

Cinny and Lizzy are now eight but they’re doing fifth grade work, a full three years ahead. They’re still little stinkers (squared) and Lizzy’s still the ringleader. They are excellent horsewomen and swimmers and they are killers at tennis doubles: even for their age.

Tina, now eleven, is one grade level ahead doing sixth grade work. She’s got a nice, cute figure and always turns heads when we go shopping at the mall. What’s that they say about having daughters? With a boy, you only have one dick to worry about; with a girl, you have to worry about all of ‘em. Anyway, she tries her best to emulate her idol, Leeya and is a very modest and upright young woman.

Attiya is Monaavi and Leeya’s crowning achievement. Now thirteen, Attiya had actually graduated middle school a year early and starts high school this September at the Baltimore School for the Performing Arts. Amazing! Because of the correlation (I could never see it) between music and mathematics, Tiya can add figures in her head that make your eyes bug out in amazement. Priya will drop her off and pick her up from school every day.

Monaavi and Priya obtained their driver’s licenses and have driven for about six months without an accident or a ticket — to Dad’s great relief (Although Priya does have a little lead foot). Priya’s choice of travel was a Mercedes 300SL coupe while Mommy Monaavi chose the Toyota Sienna van.

Dad had returned to the office three days a week. Mom fought him tooth and nail but it was either let him go back to work or he swore he’d rather commit suicide than shrivel up and die of boredom.

Mom decided to start a foundation in Emmy’s name for autistic children and called it the Emily M. Michaels Foundation for the Advancement of Autistic Children. She’s been dividing her time between the foundation and her grandchildren. She also works closely with Johns Hopkins’ Kennedy/Krieger Institute.

Pita hasn’t just cooked meals and cleaned house either. She took evening classes, obtained her GED and is going to college online with Johns Hopkins to get a liberal arts degree. Isn’t that so amazing: our housekeeper is studying at Johns Hopkins? She got a super fast, custom-built computer, which Priya built from scratch: damn, I wish I had one!

Sarah has completed medical school and divides her time between her hospital duties and a private pediatric clinic she and Haseeba opened after converting Haseeba’s house into a clinic for underprivileged children. Neither of them, at the present time, has a romantic interest. Haseeba is back living with Sarah.

Adib and Salima well, they’re Adib and Salima and doing well, proud as punch with their grandchildren (they consider Cinny and Liz theirs also).

Ravi had two promotions: first, President in Charge of Grandchildren, which he takes as seriously as his new formal position as CFO of Operations at the New Delhi plant. Hindi is also now working for the company as head of accounting. Ravi is always sending “care packages” to all three of his little princesses.

Tina called Alpa at Adib’s after our revealing discussion about her true identity. Alpa, according to Salima, cried with joy for three days when Tina called her “Mother.” Tina was completely honest with her, which made me swell with pride, about calling my wives Mommy and that even though she didn’t remember or feel that maternal bond with Alpa, Alpa still held a special place in Tina’s heart. Thank you Allah and Emmy for saving my life and hers!

Madoka is department head of accounts receivable and doing fine. When she heard of Miko’s intended plan to become pregnant in the next few months, Madoka and Jun went crazy with joy. Jun and her husband had worked things out and he was coming home on time and being a dutiful husband. Jun became the boss, put her foot down and took control of her house. As of today, Miko and her Dad hadn’t made up but Miko was ambivalent about it.

And the garden, it became a recluse to all my wives for prayer, contemplation and relaxation. Many times the four wives would have tea and discuss family and religion in the pagoda. Sometimes, even at two am when Miko returned from a hard night at work, she would come, sit and ponder her life and our love, holding her thoughts close to her heart. Her life had come full circle and her soul was at peace.

All right… so much for digressions and getting everyone up to date on the family. Now back to the present.

Miko wasn’t able to speak with Dr. Simpson until the following Monday. Miko was correct in every one of her points. Dr. Simpson said he’d feel privileged to be Leeya’s obstetrician and that he’d deliver her baby at Union Memorial Hospital. Taking care of the birth certificate wouldn’t be a problem but he wanted to do a complete OB physical on Leeya and check out her blood and hormonal levels first. He might have to prescribe supplements in addition to the prenatal vitamins if need be.

Miko told Dr. Simpson that Leeya had just come off her period and was one week into her birth control pills and that this was her second pack into a new prescription. She did reveal that Leeya had had a bad case of Strep and took antibiotics for ten days to rid the infection. He was booked up solid for three weeks and made Leeya an appointment for three weeks hence. It seems like Miko had a crystal ball or something: everything was falling into their plan perfectly. Leeya’s visit would coincide with the onset of her period and if all went well, she’d never go back on the pill again until she’d had her dream child.

Well you can imagine the pandemonium that ensued when Miko discussed this at dinner that night. Leeya looked like she was doing a fertility dance around the table while Miko and Monaavi had visions of watermelon tummies.

Dad shook his head, smirked and quipped, “I’m gonna be working five days a week now just to get away from all these screaming babies and milk filled tits being flopped out at a whim!”

Mom added, “Looks like Sean might get a calcium overdose, you just might have to help him out John.”

“Oh no you don’t!” Dad begged off, “You’re not turning me into some titty sucking pussy and led around by the cajones.”

Mom teased him by saying, “Remember John, a breast in the mouth is better that two in the bra.”

Leeya pinched her bee sting of a breast and quipped with fluttering lashes, “But Poppy, now you can have extra cream in your coffee!”

“I drink mine black, Munchkin,” Dad admitted, “But if’in I had a mind to, I’d drink yours first!”

Leeya giggled her delight and pride, sticking her tongue out at Monaavi and Miko. Monaavi, to add fuel to the fire whimsically said, “Just think, maybe I’ll have twins again!”

“Dear Lord!” Dad exclaimed and promptly left the table for his study to the amusement of all.

Miko batted her lashes over her almond shaped eyes and coquettishly said, “Are you going to make my cherry blossom bloom?”

“My little lotus blossom,” I answered lovingly, “She’ll be the jewel of the orient.”

I didn’t know how prophetic those words would be.

After our wet night of debauchery, I began to think about how wild it would be if all my wives could squirt. I spent a couple of nights with my old friend Google and did a little research. I found out that most women that don’t naturally squirt on their own can acquire that trait but have to overcome the fear of peeing themselves first. Most women are more prone to squirt after having an orgasm and are sexually excited. I knew about the ‘G” spot but never connected that with inducing a woman to squirt. I figured I’d try to “teach” my other lovelies to acquire my newfound fetish.

I thought Priya would be the best candidate to start with because of our past water sports play. She had absolutely no inhibitions about a fear of peeing in the past. Leeya also, but to a lesser degree, I believed could also overcome that fear because of our past games. Monaavi, on the other hand, might prove to be very difficult to induce because if she even thought she was going to pee during sex she’d turn right off. Although a stick of dynamite when excited, being very expressive, demanding yet giving, Monaavi was essentially a very straight-laced person when it came to sex. I chuckled when I remembered how she slapped Miko’s hands hard when Miko touched her breasts.

With the schedule always in a state of flux, I wasn’t sure who was going to bed with me tonight. I found out at prayers that my first “victim” would be Monaavi. After evening prayers, we talked about what I wanted to do. I asked her, “What do you think about Miko’s ability to squirt?”

She giggled and blushed then replied, “It’s kinda fascinating but it also looks like she’s peeing: that scares me a little. You know how I feel about that and I’ll never pee during sex or as a part of sex.”

“But it’s not pee,” I assured her, “It’s slippery and tastes sweet sometimes, sometimes acrid but never salty: it’s definitely not pee.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” Monaavi said unconvinced.

“I’ll prove it to you,” I stated as I started to get up from the bed, “Go pee and completely void your bladder, I’ll be right back.”

I slipped on my robe and knocked on Miko’s bedroom door. When she opened it I grabbed her by the hand and said, “Come on, you’re coming with me (He, he: a cute little pun if I say so myself!).”

I dragged her into the bedroom and pulled off her robe, shucked mine to the floor and told Miko, “Get up on the bed.”

“What’s this all about Sean,” Miko asked, “I gotta get ready for work soon.”

“Monaavi, get a glass from the bathroom. Did you pee?”

Monaavi replied, “Yes,” then gave me a tentative look and went to do my bidding. I had Miko lay down on her back and as Monaavi climbed back on the bed next to me, I said to Miko, “I’m gonna try to get Monaavi to squirt but she thinks you’re peeing and I wanna prove to her it’s not pee.”

Miko got a delicious smile on her face and said coyly, “So, I get an unexpected gasm before work eh?”

“You got it, Samurai Slut,” I smiled, “Now lay back, enjoy the ride and give me some juice!”

“Before we start,” I said, “Monaavi, you hold Miko’s labia open. When I say so, put the glass over Miko’s urethra, got it?”

“OK,” Monaavi replied shyly, “But you know I don’t feel comfortable touching her sex.”

“Well,” I explained, “I’ve only got two hands and when I have one in her cunny and one working her clit, you need to help.”

Monaavi nodded and reached down and pried open Miko’s lovely puffy labia with her thumb and forefinger. Miko for her part, was excited about being unexpectedly pleased orally and was already slick. I dragged my tongue up and down her crease a few times and started circling her clitty. Her hood swelled and just the tip of her pink tingle button poked out its shy little head to say hello. Miko began pumping her hips into my mouth as she closed her eyes, smiled and gave us a soft “Mmmmm, this is so nice.”

I sucked in her clit hood and began lightly flecking my tongue across the tip of her clitty. Miko began to pant slightly as she thrust her vulva into my mouth to gain more contact. I brought my finger into play just slightly penetrating her teasingly to get her motor running. As I sucked and tongue diddled her pleasure button I started pumping my finger in and out of Miko’s wet, luscious tight hole and she heated up nicely.

I removed my mouth, to her displeasure and when I replaced it with my caressing fingertip she moaned her delight. Circling her clitty with my finger I curled my right forefinger upwards and began to stroke her “G” spot. Miko was coming to a simmer quickly as she pumped her pelvis in response to the sensations.

I began to apply more pressure in her vagina as I did the same to her clitty. Miko moaned, “It’ll be a small one, I don’t know if I can do it.”

I figured all or nothing so I rose and brought my cock into play. I had Monaavi take hold of my cock with her other hand and pick up the juices running down Miko’s perineum and place it to her back door. Monaavi picked up the glass and waited as I started nudging my cock against her sphincter and Miko started her chant: “Yagate, yagate, yagate…”

“Put the glass over her urethra,” I instructed Monaavi.

She tilted the glass, placing the bottom edge against Miko’s opening, I guess to watch her squirt and as Miko started to peak I pushed into her ass. Miko gasped, “Eeek’ed” as her eyes bugged open wide and thrusting up came hard. She lurched out a spasm and began to squirt into the glass about three times as she shuddered and quivered. Miko fell back to the bed with a “Boy that was nice!” and closed her eyes to regain her breath.

After a few silent moments of looking at me then Miko, Monaavi knew what was coming next and just acquiesced. Looking at me tentatively, she looked at the milky white contents in the cup and commented, “It’s an opaque white: it doesn’t look like pee.”

She sniffed the contents and with Miko and me looking on, tentatively brought the cup to her lips. Monaavi tilted the cup just enough to coat her lips and pulled the cup away. She licked her lips warily, pondered then took another taste from the cup. She smiled, handed me the cup to finish and answered, “It has a sweet taste: I’ve never tasted anything like it before. I’ve tasted myself and my sisters on your lips but this is totally different.”

“Amazing!” she exclaimed, “I never would have thought a woman could do that.”

“You wanna learn?” I asked expectantly.

With Miko and me looking on, Monaavi blushed a nice pastel pink all the way down to the tops of her breasts, lowered her eyes and nodded with a shy smile. Miko rose from the bed, turned and giggled as she picked up her robe and said, “Squirting 101: who’d have believed it?” and walked out the door with a backward wave saying, “Thanks for the quickie.”

Monaavi smiled as she lay back, spread her legs stroked her slick slit and coyly said, “Come on Daddy, make me squirt!”

“You sure?” I asked. I didn’t think she’d be this receptive but from the look on her face, she wanted to squirt for me.

“You know how much I love you Sean, and if this is a normal function I can experience and make you happy too, then I want to hose you like a hydrant, if I can!”

I gave her the whole treatment! I started with feather kisses all over her face and worked my way down her throat laying little nips and kisses along the side of her neck ending by sticking my tongue in her ear. Monaavi moaned and whispered, “God Sean, you always know how to push my buttons!”

While kissing her, I stroked her upper chest and shoulders lightly. Monaavi moaned in my mouth, quivered and I felt her skin prickle up with goose bumps. I grazed her left armpit with the flat of my hand and finished by gently cupping her full, ripe, C cup breast in my hand. I love Monaavi so much and her breasts, like all of her body has such a warm, soft feel to it. She’s gained some weight, but still has her fantastic womanly figure only now softer and a little fleshier.

I have been so fortunate in that all my wives adore me and I them: all for different reasons. I lowered my mouth to engulf her soft inviting breast into my mouth. Monaavi gasped “Oh Sean!” and pulled me into her as she lifted her breast to nurse me. As I suckled on her lovely soft orbs she looked down at me and whispered, “I love to nurse you and I can’t wait to be pregnant again. I feel so complete with your child growing inside me!”

I feasted a long time at her twin peaks: first the right and then the left as I alternated my affections between the two. Lying between her legs, Monaavi was sensuously pumping her pelvis into my stomach as I worshipped her delightful mammaries.

I began my slow descent down Monaavi’s torso laying feather kisses along the way. When I reached the baby soft pillow of her lower abdomen I turned my head and laid my face down flat as if on a pillow of soft feathery down. I worshipped this soft slightly bulging area where my child would soon swell out. I paid particular attention to this area because she was so self-conscious of it. She’s never had a flat stomach and saw it as a detriment to her figure. For some reason, to me, this slightly puffy pillow of soft flesh was one of the most sensuous things about her and she loved me even more because of it.

Dropping down, I laid little love bites and kisses all across her soft, smooth hairless mons and Monaavi gasped and gently thrust up saying, “I love how you love me, Sean, Please taste me: I’m sopping wet for you!”

Without invitation, Monaavi pulled her knees up to her chest and spread her legs inviting me to taste her treasure. I kissed her mons right at the precipice of her slit. I could see her engorged, distended clit as it nudged out of her glistening slit through the inverted teardrop and poked out of her sleek, smooth labia. Monaavi, like Miko, had no inner labia to speak of. Her pussy was svelte, sleek and no excess skin at all, save her beautiful labia majora. Next to Miko, Monaavi’s pussy was a consummate work of art.

I peeled open her puffy pink peach and her swollen, mini dick of a clit burst forth protruding, making its presence known and begging out, “Please me” and that’s what I did.

I loudly slurped up Monaavi’s nectar and dragged my tongue up her crease to her raging little hard-on and sucked it into my mouth. She gasped loudly and hissed, “Yesss!” as she thrust up sharply.

I swirled my tongue around her exposed appendage as Monaavi thrashed beneath me. Pumping with greater urgency, she was grunting with each thrust.

“UUHH! OH SEAN! UUHH! YESSSS! GONNA CUM! UUHH!

I sucked and swirled like a ten-dollar whore and she loved it! As I sucked with greater force Monaavi was climbing the mountain fast and was grunting her approval, her thrusts into my mouth becoming more urgent and demanding.

“YES! SUCK IT SEAN! SUCK MY LITTLE DICK! I’M ALMOST THERE!”

I added a new twist and started humming as I slathered her appendage with my tongue.

‘OH GOD! I’M CUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!”

Monaavi bucked up hard, went rigid and grunted “UUHH!” three times as she shuddered and quaked. She fell back to bed after her release but I didn’t let up, instead, I thrust my finger into her clasping wet cunt and began to finger fuck her diligently. I curled my finger up and began massaging that spongy “sweet spot” and it was off to the races again.

Monaavi began bucking and thrashing her pussy with renewed vigor and was panting heavily as she tried to push me away.

“STOP SEAN! I GOTTA PEE, STOP!”

I never wavered and relentlessly attacked her clit as I rubbed her squirt button. Lowering my mouth to her urethra, I began circling her clitty with my left forefinger as I forcefully rubbed her “G” spot. I now began sucking on her pee hole as I worked both fingers in tandem to bring her off.

Monaavi suckled in a huge intake of air and squealed “EEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK!”

And low and behold, she jetted three good shots forcefully directly into my mouth in time to her spasms! I was so excited I spewed against the bed as I drank her gift. Monaavi collapsed back to the bed licking her lips. She was weeping as she licked her lips, panting to regain her breath with her eyes closed and her head turned away shyly from me.

I crawled up the bed to see her blushing all the way down to her breasts, her skin very warm. I gave her a drink of water, enfolded her in my arms and stroked her face. I kissed her face lovingly as she stopped crying and wrapped her arms around my neck burying her face in my neck.

“I love you Sean so much, I love you with all my heart!” Monaavi whispered, “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before. It felt like my insides exploded. Did I do it, did I squirt for you?”

“In spades Baby,” I affirmed.

“I DID?” she eeek’ed in surprise, “I really did it?”

I bent to kiss her and answered, “Here taste for yourself,” and kissed her passionately.

“Gosh is that me?” she asked with a childish smile of accomplishment, “I taste sweet, don’t I?”

“Sweet as honey,” I confirmed with a smile.

She giggled her delight and said disbelieving, “I can’t believe I would be able to ever do anything like that. I was so scared I was gonna pee. I’m so happy. You just keep bringing me to greater heights with your love!”

We snuggled and kissed for a few minutes and Monaavi said, “Fuck me Sean, fuck me and make me squirt again for you so I can see for myself.”

I slowly started to diddle her mini dick and she grabbed my cock, pulled me to her and said, “I need you now, put it in me!”

I rose up over her and plunged into her sopping wet pussy in one easy thrust: she was tight, white hot and eager. Monaavi arched her back with her head thrown back and groaned out a guttural “UUUUUHHH! You’re so deep I can feel it deep in my belly!”

I pushed her legs back against her chest, slid down a fraction and began sawing in and out of her with smooth easy strokes, scraping against the top of her vagina. With her pelvis so high in the air, she just rocked as I began giving her forceful mini stokes of about two inches against the spongy roof of her slippery, milking cunt.

Monaavi began eliciting a low keening whine as I fucked her with vigor. The intense stimulation on the head of my cock as I brushed her “G” spot was incredible and I knew I wouldn’t last must longer. As the tingling in my balls signaled the impending explosion of my balls I grunted, “Soon, real soon!”

Monaavi hooting through her mouth like she was delivering another orgasm wailed, “NOT YET! ALMOST THERE, DON’T STOP!

I rutted and plowed, pistoning my cock with greater urgency and force as I scraped her vaginal roof. Monaavi screamed a blood-curdling scream, groaned “OH FUCK!” and locked up spraying me like a fire hose. Looking down in wide-eyed shock as she spasmed and sprayed, I went off and dove into her depths as I spewed my molten hot seed against her cervix.

Monaavi covered her squirting pussy with her hands and brought her fingers up for a taste. I rolled off to the side as she continued to suck on her fingers and tried to giggle through her gasps for breath. She slowly lowered her feet flat on the bed; her legs bent and still spread apart. I recovered enough to dive into her slick wet groin and clean her with my mouth, savoring her deliciously sweet juices.

After we both had regained some semblance of normal breathing and muscle control, we sat up and surveyed the scene. There was a huge wet spot about two feet in diameter. We looked at each other silently for a moment and burst out laughing. With an innocent giggle Monaavi scooted off the bed and skipped to the shower with me following close behind.

In the shower, we playfully washed each other. Monaavi giggled and teasingly quipped, “It took you a while but you finally turned me into a dirty little girl haven’t you?”

“Yeah,” I chuckled in victory, “A squirting, spraying, dirty little girl and I just love it!”

“You’re so rude; Sean,” she blushed, “But I like it too!”

We changed the sheets, snuggled up to go to sleep and Monaavi whispered, “I’m gonna have to thank Samurai Slut tomorrow. Those were the best orgasms of my life!”

“Goodnight Mini Dick,” I cooed.

“Goodnight Master,” Monaavi cooed back.

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Needless to say, the topic of conversation the next day after Monaavi got the kids in class was squirting. Mom surprisingly revealed she was the type that would squirt infrequently but hadn’t for years. I found out then that Leeya would be in my bed this evening.

As a sidebar issue, I reinforced my dominance and control because I don’t mind if my wives enjoy each other’s charms, but I am the dominant force in this family and that is especially true when it comes to the bedroom. I felt I needed to make this clear now that three out of four of my wives had Sapphic tendencies.

Leeya was excited and eager to see if she could join the squirter’s club. I started with her as I did with Monaavi the night before, giving her the deluxe treatment.

For some reason, she tasted different: more musky and robust. With pregnancy on her mind, Leeya was a hot tamale and after three orgasms on my mouth, sprayed out her juices for me. Leeya didn’t have much volume, maybe a teaspoon or two but squirted with little spraying jets twice as she came on my fingers. The amount meant nothing to either of us: just the fact that she did it was exciting for both of us. Leeya’s squirting nectar was the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted: even to this day it still gets me hard thinking of it!

What was a real shock to me was the following night with Priya. Priya struggled with and overcame her fetish for water sports albeit with a lot of internal turmoil and prayer. If it hadn’t been for Monaavi’s steadfast help, prayer and encouragement, she said she’d have never overcome her predilection. When we talked about it that evening, she said she didn’t even want to attempt it because it would be too easy for her to backslide into her craving for her demonic cravings.

Priya said that she understood that, if she did squirt, she knew in her mind that it wasn’t urine but just the thought of me sucking on her urethra and expelling a fluid from there was just too much of a temptation to let herself succumb to her past urges. I understood completely and agreed it wasn’t worth risking her self-esteem for my quirky new fetish. I did that once and I swore I’d never do it again. Three out of four wives that had this exquisite talent was more than any man could hope for anyway.

On our next “family night,” it was a squirting orgy. Laying out beach towels on the sheets in preparation became a prerequisite for all of our future lovemaking. Monaavi squirted almost as much and as frequently as Miko did and her orgasms were mush stronger while Leeya was content to give me her dainty, delicate sprays of affection. For some reason, all three seemed to squirt the most and the hardest when I was in their asses looking directly into their eyes while diddling their turgid tingling buttons.

Miko embraced her bisexuality and for some reason seemed much more comfortable with herself. I guessed that she had undergone some internal turmoil, which she’d hid well about acting on her latent lesbian tendencies, and it wasn’t until Leeya and Priya took the plunge and made the first move did she embrace that part of her sexuality. Somehow, she changed after that. She became very submissive to me but not with anyone else. Even to this day, when making love she calls me Master. I don’t abuse her gift of submission to me; I just playfully give her a love tap on the ass once in a while and demand teasingly what I want her to do.

When we talked about it, she said she liked taking me in her mouth and her ass because with me, she had been released from her past and she felt like a whole woman in giving me willingly what another had tried to forcefully extract from her.

Although Priya was very accepting and actually came harder when Leeya or Miko would squirt in her mouth, she never equated this with her old demon. For her, she never did attempt to try and acquire that trait herself. With our lovemaking more open: both hetero and Sapphic, our intimate life seemed to become stronger and closer.

In some ways, Monaavi relished in her sister’s Sapphic adventures because she and I would invariably end up fucking each other senseless while watching some intense three-ways between the others. For me, I had to pace myself because I would always be required to give each of my wives a load of cum before the night was over. I began to have more three-ways with the girls except on the nights with Monaavi: she wanted me all to herself in straight man/woman encounters.

For some strange reason, Tina was acting kinda weird towards me since our discussion about her true identity. There wasn’t any one thing I could put my finger on, yet something seemed out of place. She was more attentive and affectionate, even taking more care than usual about her appearance. I’d have to keep my eye on this and talk to the other girls about it somehow…

The week before Leeya’s appointment with Dr. Simpson, I called him. He was making rounds and I left a message for him to call me back. He did so when I was about to go to lunch after a sales meeting.

I asked him what his opinion was about Leeya getting pregnant and he honestly told me that if it were up to him, he’d like to see her wait until she was at least sixteen but it wasn’t his decision to make. Taking care of the birth certificate issue was the least of his worries saying he could take care of it without any problems.

He revealed that he saw another problem besides her young age and that was her size. With Leeya being such a tiny girl, being only four-foot ten and ninety pounds, he was afraid of cephalopelvic disproportion: a condition that occurs when a girl delivers a baby when her pelvis isn’t fully developed yet. He said that if we were determined to do this, he’d recommend a Caesarian delivery at the first signs of trouble with a normal vaginal birth. He said he’d take a few more sonograms during the later stages of pregnancy to ensure she wasn’t carrying a large baby.

All my wives were a titter in anticipation over Leeya’s upcoming doctor’s appointment. Monaavi and Miko were chomping at the bit for the chance to ditch their birth control pills: especially Miko. Their lovemaking took on a more aggressive posture as they started to go into breeding mode.

That evening after dinner, I called all my wives into the study for a family meeting to relay my conversation with Dr. Simpson and inform them of his observations. I explained in detail our conversation and Leeya was still adamant about getting pregnant. Miko said she understood Dr. Simpson’s concerns but that she’d assisted in many deliveries where girls on welfare as small as Leeya had delivered without complications: even knowing that they hadn’t had proper prenatal care or nutrition. We decided to keep an open mind about it for Leeya’s sake and wait until she’d had her pelvic exam to make a positive decision.

Life is strange sometimes in that no matter how well you plan something, good ‘ole Murphy rears his ugly head. We were to find out the next day that this was going to be the case.