Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 30: Aleeya’s Wedding Night (Mg, rom, cons, oral, anal)

As I carried my new, five year-old bride upstairs in my arms to the bedroom, it was now that the reality of just how small she really was started to sink in. I entered the bedroom and set her on the loveseat. She looked at me and asked, “Husband, what are we going to do now?’

I told her that there were still some things we had to do together that are a part of our wedding ceremony. Islam calls for us to do these things and pray to Allah so that He will bless our marriage. I told her, “I’ll tell you what to do and what prayers to say.”

She said she understood and sat there looking at me. I told her the first thing a husband does is wash the feet of his new bride and sprinkle the water around the room then we say some prayers together. I said to her, “I’ll be back in a moment. I’m going to get the washbowl.”

She asked, “Why do you have to wash my feet, they’re not dirty?”

I told her that a long time ago, people didn’t wear shoes. From walking outside on dirt streets, people’s feet became dirty, and Allah wants our bodies to be clean like our hearts. Does that make sense? Now, it’s just a tradition.”

“Oh, I understand.”

I went to the bathroom and retrieved the washbowl and hand towel. I brought the washbowl half filled with warm water and set it on the floor at her feet. Sitting on the edge of the loveseat, Aleeya’s tiny legs still left her feet a good twelve to fourteen inches off the floor.

I had her sit on the floor, pulled her sari up to her knees and she sat back, resting her upper body against the love seat. I took off her left slipper to expose her tiny, henna painted foot and kissed the top of her toes. She giggled and wiggled her toes as I placed her foot in the washbowl. I pulled the slipper from her right foot and repeated the kiss to the top of her toes and placed it in the washbowl with her other foot.

She giggled a bit, kind of like it was a game and I told her firmly, “Be serious, this is sacred and we need to give Allah our reverence.” I gently massaged her tiny feet, symbolically washing them, then withdrew them one at a time and dried her feet.

I cradled the washbowl of water on my hip and began to sprinkle the water around the room. As I did, I prayed, O Allah! Bless me with her affection, love and her acceptance of me; and make me pleased with her, and bring us together in the best form of a union and in absolute harmony; surely You like lawful things and dislike unlawful things.

I picked Aleeya up and sat her back on the loveseat, and then I guided Aleeya to repeat the same prayer I’d just spoken only substituting ‘him’ for ‘her.’

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

After saying the prayer, I looked down on her and smiled softly and said, “We have finished our prayers to Allah.”

She smiled up at me and said, “That was a beautiful prayer.”

I smiled back and replied, “That’s because Allah tells us that marriage is a beautiful thing.”

I thought for a moment about how to proceed from here. As I looked at her silently, I sat down beside her. The knowledge that we’d already slept in the same bed many a night, that she’d already seen me naked and I her, and the fact that we did have one sexual encounter that she found pleasing eased my mind. But I was still running through my head what I was going to do with her tonight. My mind was further relieved by the fact that her hymen had been broken and that I wouldn’t be the cause of pain in her losing it.

Before, Priya was present; but now, she’s alone with me and I wasn’t sure how she would take to that fact. She must have sensed my hesitation because she crawled up on my lap and shyly asked me, “Is it time to do secret things?”

I hugged her gently with a smile and replied, “Yes, Baby, it is, but only if you want to.” I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, where I sat her down at the foot of the bed.

I started to undress as she silently watched me take off my sherwani and shirt. I then sat on the bed and removed my shoes and socks. Standing again, I unbuttoned and removed my pants leaving my boxers on and sat back down beside her.

She looked at me and said, “Sean, you’re really my husband and I’m your wife?”

I replied, “Yes, Sweetheart, I am. And yes, you are my darling little wife.”

Innocently, she cocked her head and asked me, “Are you going to show me your secret parts, you know, the parts a wife can see?”

I chuckled and said, “My body belongs to you and if you want to see me, I will show you.”

I stood and pushed my boxers down, letting them fall to the floor. I stood naked in front of my five year-old wife for her inspection.

She leaned over a bit and ran her hand down my thigh and said, “You are so beautiful! You are so big and look so strong, just like those giant statues of the warrior gods in the museums that always defeat the evil ones.”

I had never been referred to as a god and this little imp, in her innocence, thought of me as larger than life.

I sat on the bed next to her, took her face in my hands and kissed her lips. She swung around to straddle me, sitting astride my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and smashed her lips to mine and returned my kiss. Being only five, she kissed and held her breath, not knowing to breathe through her nose.

As she broke the kiss, she gasped for air and said innocently, “That’s the biggest kiss I can give you ‘cause I can’t hold my breath any longer!”

Laughing, I replied, “Well, that was a doozy of a kiss!”

She leaned her head against my chest and said timidly, “I guess it’s time for me to show you my secret parts, isn’t it?”

I gently held her close and said to her, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Sweetheart. Do you understand? I will never ask you to do something you don’t want to do.”

Aleeya silently nodded against my chest. She slowly slid off my lap and looked at her pallu. She looked up at me and asked, “Can you help me get undressed? I always get tangled up in this darn thing!”

I couldn’t help but bust out laughing. She looked at me and said, “What? I do! I always get these things tangled around me and someone has to get me out!”

Chuckling, I said to her, “Come here, Sweetheart. Let me help you.”

I pulled her pallu over her right shoulder, bunching it up in my hand as I went along and began to bring it around her back. I said to her, “Lift your arms up in the air,” and she did. I unwrapped it from under her left armpit and brought it around the front of her and under her right armpit and again around behind her back. As soon as I had her unwrapped, except the pleated front, I said to her, “You can put your arms down now.”

I pulled the pleats from her petticoat and out of the corner of her right hip, pulling the length of material away from her body. I stood as I folded the length of the sari and sat it on the chair. She stood there, in her petticoat and half choli with her hands by her sides and looked up at me. When I sat back down on the bed in front of her, I asked her, “Can you manage now by yourself, or do you want me to help you?”

She said, “No, I can do it from here.”

She reached her arms across her chest in the same way one takes off a tight shirt and pulled her choli up and over her head exposing her tiny bare chest. She pulled it off of her head, and with one hand, pulled her long ponytail through the head opening until it was free. She folded it neatly and placed it on top of the folded sari.

It was dèjà vu all over again. She stood where Priya stood with her back to me, just as Priya did and untied the drawstring on her petticoat. She pulled the waistband open to create slack at the waist, shimmied her hips and the petticoat fell to the floor exposing her tiny little butt encased in a pair of yellow panties.

Unlike Priya though, Aleeya hooked her hands in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her feet. As she bent at the waist, each of her tiny butt cheeks was only about the size of a large orange. When she lifted her right leg out of her panties, I could see her baby fat puffy pussy lips peeking out from under her butt.

She picked up her panties and placed them on the pile of clothes and turned and walked towards me, stopping to stand with her hands at her sides in front of me looking at me.

Aleeya is not an absolutely beautiful girl like Priya. She’s a very cute little girl who will undoubtedly grow to be a very attractive woman. Although just having turned five this day, Aleeya is small for her age and stands only about thirty-eight inches tall and weighs about thirty to thirty-five pounds. She’s thin, but not bone skinny.

Her face is oval, slightly angular with large, doe-like big dark brown eyes and small pretty shaped ears. She’s got a cute button nose and a smile that melts your heart. She has honey colored skin with long, dark brown hair that ends at the middle of her back with bangs cut straight across her forehead and it was pulled back in a ponytail.

I leaned over and pulled the barrettes from her hair and combed my fingers through her hair until it looked straight and even. With her hair down, I noticed for the first time that she had beautiful naturally wavy hair.

As with Priya, I looked at my tiny bride starting at her feet. Her feet were so small they were only about four inches long and at their widest point, only about two inches wide with teeny, tiny toes that weren’t much bigger than peas. For some reason, the shape of her feet got my attention and I thought she had very pretty feet. The henna designs made her tiny feet very sexy in an erotic sort of way.

Her legs were thin and straight and her knees were not overly bony and her thighs had just a slight taper. Like Priya, even with her legs closed, there was a triangular open space of about two inches under her vulva where her thighs met her groin.

Her pussy lips were very fat and prominent like those one would see on a little girl in between the stages of a toddler and a little girl. They were so fat and puffy it looked almost like she had a peach stuck between her legs.

She had no feminine shape at all. Her entire outline from her armpits to her waist was straight, except I could see the outline of her ribs and the points of her hipbones. She had a little bit of a potbelly that children of this age have with a dimpled ‘innie’ belly button about the size of a bean. Her tiny beige colored areolae were about three eighths of an inch in diameter and looked like painted dots on her chest.

Aleeya’s shoulders were small and had a nice roundness to them, not sharply pointed as if showing her bones from which her slender arms hung. Her tiny hands were so small her middle finger was only about two inches long.

As I was looking at her, I thought of the demon, and how he’d been quiet. My mother’s words of advice to me on Priya’s wedding night flashed in my head: Kindling the passion that will last her entire life begins with tonight. And Priya’s request of me this morning: Be gentle and kind and above all, treat her as your wife as you’ve treated me: with understanding and care.

For the first time in my struggles with my demon, I openly admitted to myself that I indeed desired to make love to this tiny child, but there was difference. I didn’t have a lascivious thought in my mind or in my heart. All I felt for Aleeya was pure love. I also took notice that I didn’t have an erection.

I knew then that the evil one no longer had any overt power over me.

While my tiny bride stood quietly and patiently before me as I took in her childish beauty and pondered my thoughts, I was snapped back to reality when she said, “Sean, I’m getting cold.”

I looked at her smiling and noticed she was starting to shiver a little and had goose bumps on her skin. I leaned over and scooped her up in my arms and she hugged me around the neck, wrapping her legs around my waist laying her head on my shoulder. I just held her there for a moment, cradling her tiny butt in my hands with my fingers just brushing her baby fat pussy lips as I relished the feel of her velvety smooth, soft vulva pressed into my stomach. She flinched and giggled at my feather light touches to her vulva saying, “That tickles.”

I leaned over the bed with Aleeya hanging on and pulled the covers back on the bed. I laid her down and scooted in alongside her holding her to me and said, “Let me warm you up.”

As I held her, I rubbed her back and slowly moved my hand down to caress her tiny butt cheeks. While doing so, she tensed her butt cheeks a little, and I again asked myself, How do I do this without frightening her?

I softly asked her, “Are you frightened?”

She nodded her head in silence against my chest.

I asked her, “What are you frightened about? Do I frighten you?”

Again, without speaking, she silently shook her head no against my chest.

I unfolded my arms from around her and turned her to lie on her back next to me. While stroking her hair at her temples, with a finger I gently pulled her face to look at me. As she looked up at me, I said to her, “I understand that this may be new and frightening to you. I am your husband and in order for you and I to have a long happy life together, we need to be able to tell each other everything: what we’re afraid of, what makes us sad or happy — everything.

“I will never make fun or laugh at anything you tell me. If you don’t want me to tell anyone something, it’s all right to have secrets just between you and me. Do you understand? Sometimes it’s even very hard for grown-ups to tell someone what they’re afraid or scared of, or when we’re frightened so don’t feel bad, Okay?”

Aleeya nodded yes as her eyes welled up with tears, but didn’t speak. I asked her, “What is it, Baby? Tell me what’s got you so frightened that you’re crying? You’re supposed to be happy on your wedding night.”

Aleeya began to speak softly and timidly and replied, “I’m not frightened of you, and I would never be frightened with you. I’ve known in my heart all along that you will never hurt me. I’m frightened because this is the first time I haven’t had any clothes on and someone is touching me in places I’ve always been taught to never let anyone touch.

“I know we are supposed to do secret things, but I don’t know what to do and I don’t know what will happen. Before, Priya was with us and it seemed easier. Now being alone, it somehow seems more scary. I don’t know what to do and I don’t want you to laugh at me or be angry with me if I make a mistake. I guess I still remember that when I made mistakes, I was always punished.”

I said to her, “Have I ever punished you for making a mistake? Did you get punished when you wet the bed that one time?”

“No.”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“Sure.”

“I’m a little frightened too.”

“But why? You’re a grown up and know what to do. I’m just a little girl. How can I frighten you?”

I chuckled and said, “I know what to do with a big girl, not a tiny beautiful little girl like you. You are so small and so beautiful that I don’t want to scare you. All I want to do is to make you feel loved and safe. I’m very big and you’re very small and I would never want to frighten you or hurt you. So you see; we’re both frightened.

“Let me ask you a question and I want you to tell me the honest truth. Tell me what’s in your heart and tell me: what do you want to happen tonight?”

‘I knew that you would want to touch my secret places and do secret things, but I didn’t think I’d be scared to let you touch me. It’s just that it’s all new to me. I don’t know what to expect or how it will make me feel. I was hoping you’d give me tingles like that one night. Will you give me tingles?”

“Well,” I began, “we might have a problem. In order for me to give you tingles, I have to touch you in your secret places like I did that one night. If you remember, I rubbed my secret thing on your secret thing and we both got lots of tingles.

“But you need to always remember, I told you that I would never make you do something that you didn’t want to do. Even though you’re my wife, I will never make you do anything you don’t want to do. If you’re too frightened to touch each other, we can just lie here and go to sleep if that’s what you want. We can even go downstairs and watch TV. You are in control, Sweetheart and all I want to do is make you happy and feel loved.”

“What I really want is to feel those tingles again. Priya and Mom said that only you can give them to me and Imam said that I could only give my body to you. Priya said that the words I said today when we got married were a promise to Allah that I would do these things, and that you would only marry me if I knew that this is what I really wanted.”

“That’s right, but don’t feel bad. All girls are frightened on their wedding night — even big girls.”

“Was Priya frightened?”

“A little. She’s bigger than you and she was just more shy than frightened. There are things that Priya and I do together that I can’t do with you. It’s not because I love Priya more than you, but that her body is bigger than yours. We’ll do those things when your body grows some more. Do you understand?”

“You mean like when you had your thingy in her poopy hole?”

“Yeah, things like that.”

“Priya said that when you squirt your juice in her, it feels like you’re pouring all of your love inside of her. Is that true? That’s the juice that makes babies, right?”

“Yes, that’s what it feels like for me too. And yes, that’s right. It’s called sperm, and when a girl is old enough to have a baby, the sperm makes a baby inside her tummy.”

“Will you squirt your juice, I mean sperms in me?”

“Well…” I replied as I tried to think of an answer. It came to me that without a hymen, I might be able to lodge the head of my dick against her opening and ejaculate into her. How much she’d feel, I wasn’t sure. “There might be a way for me to do that, but there are other things we’d have to do before that could happen.”

‘What?”

“I can only squirt my juice, or sperm, when I feel lots of tingles, just like when you felt so many tingles, it felt like you were bursting inside, remember?”

‘I remember that! Those were super tingles!”

“As far as for making a mistake there are no mistakes when husbands and wives make love. Everybody does it a little differently. They just do what feels good to each other and things just seem to work out. God has given all people a secret knowledge of how to do these things when it’s the right time. When it happens, people just seem to know how to do the right thing. It’s called nature. All of the animals don’t learn how to make baby animals, God gave them the same knowledge and they just know what to do to make baby animals.”

“Neat! You mean I already know what to do?”

“Basically, yes. You just need to learn what makes you feel the best and the most loved. It’s different for different people.”

“I see. How do you know what makes me feel good and how do I know how to make you feel good?”

“We talk to each other. If I do something you really like, you tell me, by saying things like, ‘I really like that,’ or, ‘that feels really good, don’t stop.’ If I do something you don’t like, you tell me that you don’t like that, to stop, or it doesn’t feel good.”

“How do we start?”

“First, let me explain something. When we do these secret things it’s called ‘making love’. It’s called that because we are showing our love for each other in a special and secret way. Do you understand?”

“Yes, only with my husband. How do we make love?”

“That’s absolutely correct. We can only do those things with our husband or wife. To answer your question, making love is supposed to bring us lots of tingles called pleasure. Making love is not only to bring us pleasure, but it’s also supposed to be a loving way to have fun: grown up, married fun. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I remember getting those tingles was lots of fun!”

“All right, I think we’re getting somewhere! Let’s try to make it a kind of game, have some fun and I think we will both end up with lots and lots of tingles, okay?”

“O-kay! How do we start?”

“Before we start, let me explain something to you. When we love someone, we love everything about them, right?”

“Uh huh.”

“We like the feel of their skin against ours, we like their smell and we even like their taste, don’t we?”

“Yes, I like the taste of your love, I mean sperms. When I tasted it, it felt like I could taste your love.”

“Good girl, you’re learning!”

“These things would feel, smell and taste yucky with someone you didn’t love, but they help bring us those tingles with our husband of wife.

“Let’s begin by kissing. Let me teach you how a husband and wife kiss. It’s different than kissing your father, or mother, auntie or another relative, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Before we begin, I want you to try everything I ask you to do. Can you do that for me? It might seem yucky at first, but you may just like it after you try it, all right?”

I’ll try.”

“I can’t ask any more of you, Sweetheart. Now, when grownups kiss, they can kiss for a real long time. That’s because when they kiss, they breathe through their noses: they don’t hold their breath. Got it?”

“I think so.”

“They also like to taste each other’s mouth and play tickle games with their tongues. It’s called French kissing. I don’t know why, I guess because the French invented it. So, what I’d like you to do is when we touch lips to start kissing, when I open my mouth, you open yours just a little and let me put my tongue in your mouth. Then, all you have to do is do what I do. Just copy me, okay?”

“I’ll try.”

I leaned down and cradled her under chin gently with my right hand. I gently planted my lips over hers. I started with a gentle closed mouth kiss and slowly began to increase the intensity. I opened my mouth just enough to extend about an inch of my tongue. Aleeya, trying to show her enthusiasm, opened her mouth almost completely wide open. I gently pressed against the bottom of her chin and closing her mouth about half way. She started breathing through her nose and I brushed my tongue across her lips and pulled back and she copied my move. I next swiped across the front of her teeth and withdrew and she followed likewise. I then stuck my tongue into her mouth and licked from the middle of the roof of her mouth towards the back of her teeth and withdrew.

She pulled away and said, “My mouth is filling up with spit. What am I supposed to do?”

Chuckling, I replied, “Swallow it, or maybe I’ll suck it out of your mouth and drink it.”

“All right, but that seems kinda yucky to me.”

Smiling, I said, “Try it, you might just like it.”

She gave me a funny look like, “Not!”

I started again and when I pressed my lips to hers, she opened her mouth to the right position. With her mouth being so small, I didn’t want to choke her so I kept my oral penetrations into her mouth to about an inch.

When she put her tongue into my mouth, I gently sucked it in and gently nipped the end of her tongue. When I let her tongue go and she’d retracted it, I stuck my tongue into her mouth and she reciprocated by playfully nipping mine with a giggle.

We began to play dueling tongues by twirling our tongues around each other and she was getting into it. She was producing more saliva and I drank from her mouth. Aleeya pulled her arms up from her sides, and was resting her hands against my chest.

Aleeya’s mouth had an indescribable and unique sweet taste and I was getting excited quickly. I had to mentally slow down for fear my passion was growing faster than hers and didn’t want to frighten her just as she was beginning to get into it.

Surprisingly, Aleeya was beginning to respond and her lips became hot and I could feel the warmth of her cheeks against mine. She slowly put her arms around my neck and was pulling me to her mouth for more contact.

I could hear she was breathing more heavily through her nose. To keep from getting carried away, and to attempt to make the next move slowly, I used my right hand during our kissing to stroke her face, throat and shoulders. I broke the kiss and she was now breathing a little more heavily and I could see her chest rise and fall with each breath she took.

I began to lay little butterfly kisses over her face. I kissed her forehead, her eyes and nose. She instinctively turned her head as if to lead me where she wanted the next kiss. She still had her arms loosely around my neck affording me easy movement around her face. Like a little woman, she began to run her tiny fingers through my hair as I kissed her.

I kissed her chin and then gave it a light love nip. She responded by tilting her head back with her eyes closed and a demure smile on her face as she breathed through her nose. She had been silent, except for the sound of her breathing up to now.

I kissed down her chin and the front of her throat. I licked the hollow at the base of her throat and she gave a tiny shudder and then she turned her head towards me. I kissed the base of her throat, and up the side of her neck to her ear. With my hand, I was caressing her shoulder and up and down her left arm. When I reached her ear, I kissed all around it and sucked in her earlobe and gave it a little nip.

Aleeya gave me a slight gasp and whispered, “Oh my! Tingles.”

For her, this way no longer a game because when I looked at her, she had a soft smile and a serene but serious intent look on her face. I knew then that my little bride was beginning to move to the dance of love.

I said to her softly, “I want to touch you all over.”

She said nothing, but nodded slowly.

I started at her left armpit and slowly let my hand softly slide down her side and I could feel the indentation of her ribs. I again began to kiss her and she responded with passion. As she probed my mouth with her little tongue, I brought my hand back up her side and as I swept my tongue under hers, she gave a soft moan. I thought to myself, There’s one erogenous zone. I placed my hand on her chest. She broke the kiss and whimpered softly, “Oh, Sean, more tingles!”

With the pad of my index finger I softly circled her tiny left areola and across the nipple. A BB sized dot sprang up and I brushed my hand back and forth over it. I moved to her right breast, and her little BB there was already extended.

I think she was a little frightened by the intensity of what she was feeling because she softly asked me, “Oh, Sean, what’s happening? I feel so hot inside all over!”

I responded by saying, “Shhh, Baby, it’s your body telling you that you like what you’re feeling and want more. Don’t be frightened; just let yourself feel it. Don’t hold back anything, just let yourself feel it, okay?”

Licking her lips, she silently nodded and turned her head into me. I again started to gently massage her tiny BB sized nipples, first the left then the right. I paid very close attention to her body’s every reaction and the feel of the soft, rubbery movement of her tiny nipple under my fingertip was so very erotic. She was now gently arching her shoulders back, slightly raising her chest to my massaging finger.

I stopped my ministrations to her breasts and laid my hand flat on her chest, right at her sternum. I slowly began to lightly massage circles down to her stomach. Still kissing each other passionately, I could hear her breathing heavily through her nose and with my hand on her stomach it seemed she was breathing from her diaphragm.

I circled her belly button with my finger and again placed my hand flat just below her naval. I gently rubbed circles around her lower stomach between her naval and her mons.

Aleeya was lying on her back with me on my left side facing her. Her legs were partially open, so I reached down and under her legs and pulled them up to rest both her legs on my thigh. I began to gently rub up and down first her left leg, then her right, alternating between the two. She was small enough that I could easily reach to her feet.

I began to massage her right foot, stroke up her leg and on the inside of her thigh, back down and repeat the same with her left.

Aleeya had turned her body slightly and had her right arm bent and bunched up between us against my arm, and her left hand on my shoulder squeezing it in her tiny hand.

Aleeya was in another world! We continued to kiss throughout this whole ordeal and she was hot! Her lips and mouth were on fire, she had a very faint tint of pinkish blush all over her chest and her entire body felt very warm.

She let her left leg fall from my thigh with her right leg raised and still resting on my thigh. I concentrated on rubbing the insides of her thighs from her knees up to where her thigh met her vulva, but I stayed away from touching her pussy.

Aleeya broke our kiss and moaned out, “My God, I’m on fire! Tingles, so, so many tingles!”

After alternating between her thighs about four or five times, I slowly brought my hand up and brushed her vulva and cupped her entire femininity in my hand. My steel hard cock was lying against the outside of her right thigh, and I could feel the slickness of my leaking precum against her thigh.

When I cupped her vulva, she was as soft as a newborn baby’s skin and incredibly hot! Upon feeling her softness, I shuddered and almost shot my load that very instant!

I gently squeezed her vulva and withdrew my hand to the top of her mons. I lightly traced my first three fingers down the length of her incredibly smooth, fat and puffy lips all the way down to her tiny little star.

This was the first time I’d been close to her pubic area, and was astonished that she was so wet and seeping, even her anus was slick! I traced circles around her little star. She lifted her hips, as if inviting the touch, but retracted and uttered, “Oh my God, you’re touching my poopy!”

Smiling, I softly said, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Covering her face with her forearm, she silently nodded.

I brought my fingers back up her perineum and my middle finger literally fell into her folds. I dragged her oils up to her tiny button, and as tiny as it was, I could feel the hard little pebble was fully protruded and wanting attention. I began to trace around the base of her clitty and over the hood. She bucked her hips up hard and said, “Right there! Special, special tingles!”

Aleeya was now panting, almost hyperventilating and just kept her hips raised off the bed, pressing herself hard onto my finger.

I had only made about half a dozen circles around her clit when I brushed the pad of my finger directly over her button when she grabbed my hand all of a sudden with both of hers, went rigid and squealed out “Oh my God, I’m in Heaven!

She stayed locked like that for several seconds and then went limp. I gently cupped her vulva and lightly pressed it several times. Her eyes closed and her mouth slack, she was desperately trying to catch her breath and licking her lips.

I leaned over and brought a glass to her mouth and gave her some water. She slurped down about half the glass and laid her head back down. I just held her gently as she came back down to earth. When she opened her eyes, she still looked far away, and said, “What happened? I’ve never felt anything like that before!”

Smiling at her, I said, “That, my dear, was your first, big orgasm! Tell me, how do you like married life now?”

“Are you gonna give me more ‘gasms?”

“Lots and lots,” I said.

“Are you gonna give me your sperms too?”

“Why don’t you rest a minute before round two, all right?”

Aleeya climbed on top of me and nearly stuck her tongue down my throat and said, “I love you, Husband, bunches and bunches I love you!”

“And I love you too, my little wife!”

Aleeya lay on my chest for about ten minutes, and asked me, “Can I have another ‘gasm?”

“Okay, Baby, but this time we’re going to do it a little differently.”

“How?”

“Remember what I did to you with my hand?”

“Oh God, how could I ever forget!”

“Well, this time, I’m going use my mouth, alright?”

“You’re gonna lick me there?” she pointed to her pussy.

I nodded and said, “Uh huh.”

Smiling, she shyly said, “Well, I hope I taste good down there.”

I busted out laughing and said, “I bet you’re delicious!”

She covered her mouth and giggled then said, “How do we start?”

“Like before — kissing.”

She smiled and said, “I like those Frencher kisses!”

Laughing, I replied, “I do too! Ready?”

“Ready!”

This time, she felt like she was a pro at it and initiated the kissing. With her newfound skill and my being more relaxed, it didn’t take long before she was again breathing heavily and her lips were on fire.

As we kissed, the thought of tasting her and eating out a five year-old preschool girl had me pretty worked up quickly also and it really took a lot of concentration to do as before: go slow and then hit the button for blast off.

Using the same technique of starting with kisses and nibbles to her face and neck, she was warming up pretty quickly.

I started at her right shoulder and lifted her arms up so I could kiss and lick her armpits (to her giggles). I then kissed my way across her upper chest. She lay there enjoying the sensations with her fingers in my hair.

When my mouth covered her left nipple and began to lick around her areola, her BB sized nipple poked out from her chest. I flicked the tip of my tongue over the pliant, rubbery protrusion and moved to the right one to do the same. She lifted her head and said, “You’re sucking my little booby!”

I looked up at her and said, “It’s a delicious little booby too! How do you like it?”

“More tingles, I like it better than your finger!”

“Can I go on eating your little booby?”

“Yes please.”

I went back to feasting on her miniature non-existent breasts: first the right and then the left. With her hands in my hair, like before, she raised her chest as if to feed herself to me while pulling me to her.

I kissed her sternum, right between her breasts and began a zigzag kissing pattern all the way down to her stomach. I circled her navel with my tongue and sucked it into my mouth as she giggled. I kissed all the way down to her mons and went left to right from one hip to the other.

As with Priya, I saved her pussy for last by kissing down her left leg covering the whole top with kisses and little love nips. I circled her knee with my tongue and lifted her leg to lay kisses all the way to her foot.

I kissed and licked around her ankle and the top of her foot before sucking her foot into my mouth. She giggled some, but when I started sucking on her big toe she surprisingly said, “Oooh, nice tingles!”

I abandoned her left foot for her right, and sure enough, the big toe was another one of her erogenous zones. Lifting her right leg, I kissed and licked her calf, circled her kneecap with my tongue and headed north up the inside of her thigh to the gates of heaven.

When I reached the top of her thigh, she voluntarily opened her legs by letting them fall completely to the sides with the soles of her feet almost touching. I licked the length of the crease where her right pussy lip met her thigh and did the same on her left.

What surprised me was her smell. She had the same exact smell as a woman, only lighter, more… subtle. The heat radiating from her center was amazing! I had to stop myself for a moment. I was on fire inside with a raging hard on outside literally fighting a mental battle to keep myself from wanting to plunge my cock into her pussy as far as it would go!

She was eager and had her pelvis rotated up and waiting to feel my mouth on her baby fat treasure. I took a moment, and then blew warm air up and down the length of her pussy.

I then slowly lowered my mouth to completely engulf her entire vulva in my mouth. I think she came, because she shuddered and moaned out, “Oh God, Sean, I love you!”

I could feel the heat and the baby softness of her pussy lips and her wetness against my tongue, and I moaned in delight. My God! She had the sweetest taste I have ever experienced!

I licked the length of her sex with the flat of my tongue and drank her leaking ambrosia. I licked down her perineum and began to slowly rim her little star. She grabbed my hair and uttered, “No, not there, it’s dirty.”

I needed her! I looked up and she had her head up looking down at me and I said to her, “Please, Aleeya, let me have all of you!”

She put her head back down and I went back to rimming her little star. She lay motionless for a moment, and to my utter surprise, she lifted her legs and grabbed them behind her knees, completely opening herself to me!

Aleeya was pulling her legs back, trying to feed me her ass and moaned out, “My God, Sean, it’s so dirty. Why does it feel so good? I can feel the tingles deep inside me!”

With her remark as fuel, I pressed my tongue against her anus. She froze for second and then relaxed. I again applied gentle pressure to her anus and my tongue began to slowly enter her. I began slow lunges with my tongue of about an inch, and she began pulling on her little legs fucking herself on my tongue. She eek’ed out “Don’t stop, I’m gonna ‘gasm!” I plunged as deep as I could get into her tiny orifice and she clamped her ass shut on my tongue and just froze as she came.

I was still on fire and needed release — and soon!

When she relaxed, I withdrew from her nether hole and licked up her copious juices, peeling open her plump peach with my fingers. I licked the entire length of her slit and circled her nubbin with my tongue. I began flicking the tip of my tongue over her BB sized clit and she jerked her legs back as far as she could pull them.

I knew she was at the precipice and about to go over, so I backed off. She knew what she wanted and needed and cried out to me, “No, no, Sean, not yet, I’m so close to a ‘gasm!”

I quickly grabbed the lube from the nightstand and coated my dick. I then grabbed her legs, pulling her to the edge of the bed and stood up. Aleeya still had hold of her legs and pulled back. She seemed frustrated, almost frantic because she was so close. I placed my lubed cock in the bottom of her crease and began to slide back and forth.

She raised her head and looked down at her groin in surprise because she knew what was between her legs. She looked a little frightened, then relaxed and smiled at me and asked, “Are you going to squirt me?”

I looked at her and said, “Yes I am, Baby, very soon. Tell me when your ‘gasm is coming, all right?”

She silently nodded.

I placed the head of my dick against her tiny hole and gently pushed. About half of the head of my cock slid so easily inside her and seated in her pussy it scared the shit out of me. I said to her, “Keep hold of your legs, don’t push down, okay? I’ll do all the work.”

She grunted as I rubbed around her clitty in circles and nodded.

With my left thumb I began to apply more pressure to her tingle button while I jacked myself with my right hand. Aleeya was panting and making little thrusts with her pussy, as if to get me further inside her, but I kept my penetration to half the head. Her movements were rubbing the head of my dick and it was almost like tip-fucking her.

We were on a solid rocket booster to the moon with all engines burning! I rubbed her button faster and she started to moan. I panted out, “Are you close?”

She couldn’t even talk she just nodded, but a moment later managed a squeaked “Almost, almost…”

When she came, she came really hard, thrusting her ass towards me. I was jerking my cock like a blur and I guess I lunged a bit because I saw my dick penetrate her with just the ridge of the helmet visible. I groaned out a howl and fired like I’ve never fire before! I must have shot off six spurts into her because I had to have completely filled her tiny vagina and it was seeping back out of her and around my cock, running down her butt crack.

She screamed out — literally screamed out, “My God you’re squirting me, it’s so hot inside me, so hot!”

Drained, spent and exhausted, I fell to the floor on my knees with her cum-filled baby pussy slowly oozing my thick, creamy white cum. Aleeya let go of her right leg and reached down between her legs. She wiped up some of my cum with her fingers and brought them to her mouth. She licked her fingers and whispered, “I love the taste of your love,” and continued to feast.

I couldn’t move. She slowly lowered her legs, letting them hang off the edge of the bed. I leaned over her and kissed her: first on the top of her mons then a soft tender kiss on her lips.

She smiled at me and took both of my cheeks in her hands, leaned up and kissed me. She had tears in her eyes and I felt sad that I might have penetrated her too far and hurt her.

I asked her, “Are you all right? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

With tears running down her temples she looked up at the ceiling and said, “You squirted me. You put your love inside me.”

Unsure, I again asked, “Are you all right? Did I hurt you?”

Still crying, she silently shook her head no and then said, “I felt you inside me just a little and I wanted so much for you to be all the way in, but I couldn’t get you in. But you love me, you squirted your love inside me and I felt it. I don’t know the words, but it felt like we were one person. I could see us in the sky, floating together like one spirit. Does that make sense?”

I smiled at her and said, “It makes perfect sense. That’s how God wants us to feel. Come on, let’s get cleaned up.”

“No, I want to keep your juice inside me forever. I’m tired now, can we go to sleep?”

“Sure, Baby, anything you want.”

I crawled into bed and she climbed up on top of me and fell immediately to sleep, cum still oozing from her little cunny.

I pulled the duvet over us, put my arms around her and fell off to sleep.