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 TITLE: Alex and Melody - A Love Story
PART: 8 of 10 -- Wedding.  Wedding night.
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF rom size 1st M1st F1st piv impreg oral cunnilingus
SUMMARY: At last, the consummation of their love!

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   A magnificent dawn heralded the arrival of a perfect day near the end of
June.  The sky was as blue as the bride's sparkling eyes, and fluffy white
clouds pillowed lazily along the breezes.  The courtyard of the downtown
library - a grand old edifice restored scant years ago - was decked out in
splendor, plenty of bridal white strewn around with streamers and blossoms.
Arches and statues were festooned with decorations, and the gardens were in
full bloom.

   Alex waited with the pastor at the end of the aisle formed between
assembled guests.  His younger brother Zeke, whom he'd asked to be his best
man, stood behind him.  His parents and other brother were seated on the
right, and an empty chair for Jeanne was on the left.  It seemed half the
students and faculty from Pioneer High were also in attendance to see their
favorite teacher wed to the most popular girl in school.

   He did his best not to fidget as they waited for the bride to appear,
and Zeke placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.  Alex had expedited the
planning of the wedding, and had spared no expense in the month since their
engagement to give Melody whatever she'd wanted for it.  His 19 year old
fiancee was of like mind, wanting to be hitched as soon as possible to the
man who owned her young heart.  He'd been surprised that there was so
little pink in her planning, but she had insisted that bridal white took
precedence for this momentous occasion.

   "Don't worry, baby," she'd said, rubbing his cheek fondly.  "There'll be
pink somewhere."

   And then, the music struck up.  Alex's attention riveted to the
courtyard entrance, and his heart thumped in his chest as the young girl he
loved more than life itself emerged from the library.  Fur Elise was
playing, rather than the traditional Canon - her idea - and as their eyes
locked across the distance, he knew she was remembering the same moment he
was.

   Melody was always gorgeous, always had been gorgeous, and he'd seen her
dress up specially twice before.  Yet seeing her arrayed in her wedding
gown floored him; he could never get over how lovely she was.  A white gown
stitched with lace and all sorts of fancy fashion designs he couldn't
comprehend clad her beautiful young form, and a crown of white roses
bedecked her golden hair, holding her veil in place.

   Her mother Jeanne was there, and Melody smiled up at her, taking her arm
as she strode into the courtyard.  The 19 year old girl had insisted that
her mama walk her down the aisle, and Jeanne had burst into happy tears at
the news.

   Melody walked stately down the aisle, but her bubbly demeanor was
evident in the bounce of her step.  Behind her train came Hannah, her maid
of honor, followed by her other friends who were her bridesmaids, including
Carolyn from game night.  It seemed an eternity, yet also a mere instant,
and then she was standing in front of him.  Jeanne took her daughter's
hands and bent to kiss her brow as the 19 year old girl smiled at her, then
took her seat in the front row as Melody took Alex's offered hand and came
to stand beside him in front of the pastor.

   Their eyes were fixed on each other, hands in hands, as they simply got
lost in each other as Fur Elise trailed off.  Neither noticed it when the
pastor began speaking, so rapt were they in one another's eyes, and only
when a momentary silence fell did they start slightly and realize that the
pastor had just asked for the rings.

   Roger had been selected as ringbearer and handed the elegantly Crofted
bands to them, and the pastor continued.  "Do you, Alexander Duncan Croft,
take Melody Marie Grace, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to
hold, to honor and to cherish, to love all the days of your life, for
better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health,
so long as you both shall live, till death do you part?"

   His eyes never left hers as he slipped his ring onto her slim finger. 
"I do," he answered, and his voice was clear and strong, unwavering in the
depth of his affection.

   "And do you, Melody Marie Grace, take Alexander Duncan Croft, to be your
lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, to honor and obey, to love
all the days of your life, for better or for worse, for richer or for
poorer, in sickness and in health, so long as you both shall live, till
death do you part?"

   He was so lost in her gorgeous blue sapphires, almost hypnotized as her
sweet young voice rang out.  "I do."

   "Then by the power vested in me, I pronounce you man and wife," the
pastor said, smiling at the almost tangible love the couple had for each
other.  "You may kiss the bride."

   There was a hush then, as Alex reverently lifted her veil, and forever
captured to his memory his wife's face: radiant, soft, angelic, with plush
lips and a frame of sunshine ringlets, and her eyes pregnant with love.

   And then they kissed, tenderly, their lips pressing softly into one
another's, exploring their first kiss as man and wife.  The guests cheered
and applauded, and in several cases, hooted and hollered enthusiastically.

   The banquet and reception passed in a flurry.  It was wonderful, of
course, but the bride and groom had eyes only for each other.  They had the
first dance after the meal, as Jim Brickman's beautiful piano sounded
through the courtyard, and "You are the Love of My Life" played.

   "This is getting to be a habit," Melody giggled, slightly breathlessly,
as they waltzed slowly.  "Dancing with you to love songs."

   "A good habit?" he cocked his eyebrow.  "I am a sucker for a romantic
dance with a pretty girl."

   She giggled merrily, and squeezed his hand that held hers.  "You're
lucky.  Turns out I kinda like dancing with you."

   "Good," he said, and pulled her close to him, leaning over her as she
upturned her face and pursed her plump, kissable mouth.  "Because I'm
hoping you'll go to all your college dances with me."

   "Depends," his 19 year old bride waggled her eyebrows.  "I might get a
better offer." He laughed, and kissed her deeply as the song ended.  They
left soon after, driving off in Alex's car with a 'JUST MARRIED' sign on
the back as their well-wishers waved them off.

   Melody sighed blissfully as she settled in her seat, holding her
husband's hand in her lap.  My husband!  She could scarcely believe it, and
felt like weeping for joy all over again.  For his part, Alex could never
have imagined how in love he was with this young teenage girl, and thanked
his lucky stars he had her love in return, for the rest of their loves.

   As they pulled out onto the interstate, they turned to each other
simultaneously and said, "I love you!" before laughing at the accidental
synchronicity of their statements.

   They were driving to an island beach off the coast.  Although it might
have been faster or easier to fly or take a train, they'd decided that
driving would be best, letting them spend time privately as they drove. 
Every emotion seemed heightened in their drive, the overwhelming joy they
felt to be married made every joke funnier, every word game more engaging,
every bit of conversation enrapturing.

   It was only when they began passing palm trees and came to the great
bridge spanning the expanse of water to the island that they realized how
quickly time had passed.  Melody just giggled - that delightful tinkling
sound Alex knew he'd never grow tired of - and stared out at the water with
wide, enthralled eyes as they crossed the long bridge.

   Soon enough, they pulled into the beach house Alex had rented for the
week.  In fact, he'd rented every other property up and down the coast for
a quarter mile in either direction, just to ensure they had plenty of
privacy.  Melody sprang out of the car as soon as Alex stopped, and he
called, "Wait a second, darling."

   Melody obeyed, and sighed blissfully at being called 'darling' by her
husband.  She turned as he got out of the car and caught up with her.  His
eyes twinkling, he reached down and lifted her up, cradle carrying her as
she squealed with laughter.

   "I've got to carry my bride over the threshold," he said, and nuzzled
noses with her as she put her arms around his neck.  His young wife grinned
happily.

   "You are sooo sappy," she teased, but she was too, and they both knew
it.

   The sun was setting by the time he'd unloaded their luggage and she'd
settled in.  An early rising moon shone through the window of the bedroom,
squarely onto the plush bedspread, which had been covered with soft white
petals, and Melody's smile threatened to crack her face in two as she
imagined climbing onto it with her husband.  They were going to sleep in
each other's arms for the rest of their lives!  She practically squealed in
delight as the thought hit home.

   Alex's scent announced his arrival before his voice did.  He was still
clean, but he'd sweated just enough through the day that his distinctive
musk perfumed the air, heady and intoxicating to the young bride.  She
turned to see him in the doorframe, his sleeves rolled up and his tuxedo
jacket off.  She'd taken off her own veil and train in the car.

   Melody wasn't nervous at all.  She couldn't wait to get her husband -
her husband!  oh how divine that word was!  - into bed and ravish him.  As
he came to her, she rushed forward to meet him and began unbuttoning his
shirt.  He laughed throatily, his hands stroking her luscious hair as her
nimble fingers revealed his muscular chest and chiseled abs and the dark
hairs upon them.

   Melody sighed happily, and ran her fingers through his chest hair,
curling her grasp in it slightly and pressing her face into his torso,
inhaling deeply.  Alex held her close to him, and she could not miss the
twitching bulge growing in his trousers.  Her fingers fumbled in excitement
at his zipper, but before she could get it open, his warm hands began
stroking her back and shoulders.

   She practically purred at his touch, as he helped her slip her wedding
gown off.  His shirt was half off already, and as he tugged his arm out of
the last sleeve, her dress fell away to reveal her perfectly formed
breasts. She wore no bra, she didn't need to.  The fruits upon her chest
were perky and firm, round globes as ripe and plump as large oranges,
stemmed with lovely small points as hard as pebbles.

   "You're beautiful," he breathed, sending golden warmth surging through
her.  The bulge in his trousers was definitely getting bigger and bigger,
much bigger than she'd expected.  Her 19 year old breasts rose and fell
sensually as her breathing quickened, and his breath was coming shorter too
as he looked at her, clad in only a pair of pink silken panties.

   "I told you there'd be pink somewhere," she murmured, her young voice at
once sultry and sweet.  His response was to lean over and kiss her,
stealing away her breath as his palms stroked her body.  She mewled loudly,
treating Alex to wondrous new sounds he'd never heard from this little
angel he loved.  Her hands fumbled blindly to find the zipper of his pants,
and succeeded only in caressing and stroking his firmness through the
material of his crotch, wresting unfamiliar, but delightful, guttural
noises from her man.

   Her ministrations caused him to break off their kiss involuntarily,
gasping heatedly as they both panted.  He knelt before her and pressed a
soft kiss to her breast, wrenching a low moan from the girl as her
sensitive flesh was tickled by his full manly mouth.  His fingers danced
lightly along her tummy and hips, and Melody gyrated her hips in a writhing
motion before yelping in hot lust as his tongue barely grazed her nipple.

   "Alex..." she panted, and her voice was hoarse and husky, utterly
breathless with passion and desire that stopped his heart.  She reached for
his pants again, and Alex undid the zipper as she pulled his trousers down,
revealing his turgid manhood.

   It sprang out at her, a thick meaty piston of her husband's most
sensitive flesh.  It was huge!  As long as his forearm and thick as a coke
can!  A marble of clear fluid formed on the tip as Melody ran her hands
experimentally along its fat length, barely able to wrap both her hands
around it.  Her husband was groaning animalistically in response, and her
core was burning, primal instincts kicking in as his rod throbbed like a
wild beast in her hands.  "Melody........" His voice was a deep grumble of
desire and love grating in his throat.

   She wriggled out of her panties, and lay back on the bedspread, and Alex
was transfixed.  The sun had fully set now, and the moon was left alone to
shine brightly upon her luscious nude form.  His 19 year old wife had the
body of a goddess, with breasts full and round upon her chest.  Her blue
eyes shone, half-glazed and full of love and need, and her waterfall of
sunshine hair splayed about her, a single lock of it falling across her
face and along her breasts before curling around her adorable belly button
and stopping just short of her bare girlhood.

   Her nether lips were bald and plump, swollen with anticipation, and
glistened wetly.  Melody shifted languidly in the white rose petals, which
reflected the moonlight, on the bed, mesmerized for her part, by Alex's
naked stature.

   Her husband was solid muscle from head to toe, his flesh carpeted with
pubic hair.  His pole rose out of the dark curly bush of his crotch,
curving upwards in that massive pillar, ridged and twisting with thick dark
veins that visibly pulsed along his length.  The young teen's femininity
practically ached with the need to take him inside her.

   Alex mounted the bed, and she giggled hoarsely as she bounced slightly,
her breasts jiggling.  He crawled over her, and Melody's breath hitched as
his head came over hers, and a wet drop from the tip of his member plopped
onto her tummy with a hot sizzle.  He bent his head down to hers, pressing
a gently passionate kiss to her mouth.

   She would have none of that, but kissed him back fiercely, wrapping her
arms around his head and curling her fingers in his gorgeous hair.  She
tugged lightly on his lower lip with her teeth, giggling naughtily as he
groaned, but then the 19 year old whimpered in disappointed pleasure as he
pulled back.

   Her whimper became hot gasps and low moans as his hands began stroking
her flesh, her hair, her shoulders, and the valley between her young, full
breasts.  His mouth lowered to her neck and began sucking, and Melody
groaned aloud as her husband left a hickey on her perfect neck.  Her lithe
hands wandered his flesh, wondering at how firm and hard his muscles were,
yet how supple his skin was.

   Then Alex went lower, kissing all over her breasts again, and Melody
writhed, straining her breasts up into his face, yearning to have her
nipples pleasured.  He cupped one of her delectable fruits in a single
warm, broad palm, and he thumbed that nipple very slightly as he flicked
his tongue at her other pebbly point.

   His 19 year old bride fairly shrieked, thrashing jerkily, as Alex fell
to worshipping her beautiful breasts, suckling and licking and kissing all
over them, stirring Melody into a heated frenzy of uninhibited delight. 
"Alex!" she gasped his name over and over.  "Ohhhh, Allllec!"

   His skin prickled with pleasure, his manhood lurching needily, to hear
this fantastic young girl groaning his name like this.  His hands caressed
her thighs, and he left her breasts, eliciting more passionate whimpers
from her as he kissed down her tummy.  He tongued her cute belly button
briefly, and her lusty giggle was a symphony to him.

   He gripped her thighs more firmly, wresting a guttural, "Oohhhhhhhh,"
from his teenage bride, his thumbs caressing her inner thighs as he began
kissing lightly all around her nether lips.  Melody writhed at the
excruciatingly pleasurable cadence of his attentions, and hissed sharply as
he pressed his full mouth to her slit, kissing her tenderly upon her most
intimate pair of lips.

   She was wet, and fragrant.  The arousal of this teen girl whom he loved
intoxicated him, and her scent and taste were divinely sweet.  Alex dragged
his tongue up her plump-lipped slit and began feasting on her lush, soaking
wet girlhood, licking and kissing and suckling, probing every crevice of
her soft, delicious paradise with his mouth and tongue.

   Melody's moans were a chorus of his name, chanted over and over again in
unending moans of wet virgin love as he made love to her femininity with
his mouth.  Her little button peeked out the top of her slit, tiny and
glistening like a pink pea, and Alex touched his tongue to it.

   Electric shocks thrilled through the young girl, and her hips rose off
the bed, smacking hard into her husband's face with a wet squelch.  Alex
gasped, chuckling hoarsely, delighted that he could bring such pleasure to
his wonderful young wife, and began suckling her pleasure button.  Melody
tossed her head back and forth, singing a mewling song of passion.  Her
slender little legs clamped of their own accord around Alex's head, keeping
him planted face-first in the sweet, hot paradise of her moist tender
girlhood.

   Melody came, her buttocks rising completely off the bed, her back
arching and her legs squeezing incredibly tightly around her husband's
head, her hands fisting in the bedspread as she experienced the first,
immensely powerful, orgasm of her young life.  She drenched Alex's face in
her sweet juices, making him utterly drunk on her taste and fragrance.

   After a sweet eternity soaked with sweat and dew, Melody came down from
her high.  Her body relaxed, and her legs fell from about Alex's head.  Her
breasts heaved, and her gorgeous nude body glistened.  "Alex," she panted,
"husband...  make love to me." She pierced him with a gaze of such longing
and desire and wanton love that it curled his toes as he came up from her
femininity to look up at her face with his own slicked visage.

   He crawled back over her, and they both hissed with the shock of
pleasure it brought them, when the knob of his manhood sizzled wetly upon
her moist warm entrance.  "Make me...  a woman...  Alex..." she breathed,
her eyes huge with love and lust.  "Your woman..."

   He caressed the side of her face with his large hand, and she leaned
into it, never breaking eye contact.  He lowered himself atop her, and
pushed forward, and just as his chiseled torso pressed upon her soft young
flesh, her plump lips parted around his thick, thrusting rod.  "OH!" Their
gasped scream was simultaneous, as Alex felt her hot silken walls hold him,
and she felt his knob throbbing and pulsing inside her.

   "More," Melody demanded, and bucked her hips up into his stroke.  She
cupped his face in both her hands and pulled him in for a deep, sensuous
kiss, locking lips with the man she loved as more and more of his huge,
long piledriver slid within her lush, hot, soaked girlhood.  She tasted
herself on his lips, and the knowledge was steamy and hot.  Their kiss
broke apart with a gasp, their breath hot and sweet on each other's faces,
as his obese, bloated jewels squelched into her.

   He'd bottomed out inside her.  Melody writhed and squirmed beneath the
weight of her husband, driven into a frenzied abandon of sensational
ecstasy.  She loved the way his gigantic member filled her!  It throbbed
and lurched inside her, touching off spikes of pleasure that shot through
her young body.  Alex's breathing was hot and heavy on her face, their
mouths barely touching.  His large muscular body twitched jerkily in all
kinds of strange, wonderful ways as she clenched and gobbled on his thick
meaty pole with her warm, soft, sopping velvet vise.

   Alex began singing, a low, husky a cappella in his deep baritone.  His
voice hitched in odd places from the intense sensations their joining
brought him.  "My angel in the night..." he murmured in a musical gasp, his
mouth very lightly pressed against hers.  "You are my love..."

   Melody joined him for the last line.  "...the love of...  my life..."
She thought there was no more beautiful music than her husband's voice,
thick with lust and emotion, serenading her while they were joined
completely.

   As one, they began gyrating their bodies together, their hips planted
into one another.  She shrieked with delight as his hard muscles scraped
across her sensitive, pebbly nipples.  His weight atop her was so strong,
so powerful, so dominating!  She felt safe and secure and protected beneath
him, and her hands wandered his back as she tongued his mouth.

   Alex sucked on the 19 year old girl's hot sweet tongue as he began
sliding his massive log in and out of her luscious lovetunnel.  The bed
began groaning as their love grew steamier and wilder, Melody bucking her
hips back into his thrusts.  They screamed and moaned wantonly, unashamed
of their carnal love; the young bride was almost vibrating with her
overwhelming, nonstop pleasure, practically purring like a kitten.  The
sound and sensation were exquisite, massaging and milking Alex within her
juicy cleft.

   "Alex..." Melody's voice was almost unrecognizable, so thick and hoarse
she was with a teen girl's uninhibited passion for her beloved husband. 
"Make a baby in me...  Make me the mother of your children...!"

   Her plea broke off into strangled shrieks as Alex thrust deeply inside
her.  His manhood had given a magnificent throb at her words, and the young
bride's overstimulated body couldn't take it any more.  Her limbs locked up
for a long moment - and then she began convulsing, her body untrammeled in
the throes of her orgasmic bliss.

   Her girlhood, if anything, grew hotter and wetter, clamping spastically
down on his rutting rod, and Alex gasped, wrapping his arms around Melody's
beautiful body beneath him and clutching her hard into his hairy, muscular
chest, as his balls clenched, and his potent seed began pumping, gushing
hotly, thickly, into Melody's young nubile womb.

   Melody's mind, already overcome, utterly shattered with rapture as she
felt her husband's animalistic grunting of her name, and the hot powerful
load spurting rapid-fire inside her deepest core with the force of a
geyser. Thunderbolts shocked through their commingled forms, explosions of
ecstasy crashing through them again and again, as they crested a
neverending height of shared passion together, their deep love for each
other strong and true and complete.

   They rode the surfs of their bliss to the shore of liquid afterglow. 
Melody's whole body was humming: she was purring like a kitten, unaware of
the mewling pleasure she was sounding.  Her husband's magnificent member
was still rigid and firm and throbbing inside her soaked femininity, and he
was groaning her name over and over, as he kissed her neck and shoulders,
with such fervence that shudders of happiness and pleasure rippled through
her.

   Scarcely aware of the decision, only conscious of the need they had to
love each other, Alex and Melody began thrusting together again, their hot
wet passionate love far from sated, and they made love again for the second
of more than a dozen times on the night of their consummation...

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