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 TITLE: Alex and Melody - A Love Story
PART: 10 of 10 -- Epilogue.
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF rom size piv oral cunnilingus preg
SUMMARY: At Christmas, Melody is pregnant with twins!

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   Melody shrieked her husband's name as Alex made sweet love to her
luscious pregnant girlhood with his mouth.  His tongue lapped her sweet
moisture as she drenched his face in wet ambrosia, bucking her hips hard
into his face with forceful squelching smacks in the throes of her rapture.
Alex loved it too, loved the heights of pleasure he brought his 19 year old
wife, and lapped eagerly, drawing out her climax, his now-goateed chin
scraping softly and erotically upon her sensitive puffy nether lips.

   Melody had no more breath to scream her ecstasy, panting and gasping
hotly as she surfed wave after wave of intense euphoria.  "Alexcccccc...."
she moaned, a breathless guttural pant of utter adoration as her cute
fingers tangled in his dark hair.  A shiver of pleasure went up Alex's
spine, and his prodigious member twitched, to hear the teenage girl who was
carrying his babes say his name with such passion and fervor.

   It was early Christmas morning, barely light outside, and the darkness
made his oral worship of her all the more intimate, as her pregnant body
writhed and gyrated beneath his ministrations.  At last, Alex relented, and
Melody fell limp, gasping with pleasure as her husband came up the bed to
plant a kiss, wet with her own moisture, to her lush full young lips.

   "Merry Christmas, Melody," he murmured.

   "Merry Christmas, baby," she whispered back devotedly.  "I love you."
She rolled him over onto his back and straddled him.  Alex had a full view
of her pregnant teen body in the dim barely-dawn light coming through the
blinds, and thought she was the most gorgeous creature in existence as she
lowered her dripping, moist girlhood down to take his immense girth into
her.

   They hissed in pleasure, Alex arching his back as Melody bit her lip in
sublime pleasure.  "Oh, Melody," he groaned, "I love you." She dug her
fingers in his chiseled abs as she began bucking down upon him, letting his
entire foot-long manhood sink completely into her hot slippery canal.

   Alex cradled her sweet round buttocks as she rode him gently, like a
surfing wave, her lovely blue eyes hooded, the weight of her pregnant tummy
rolling atop him and massaging his pole within her tight teenage girlhood.

   At 6 months pregnant, Melody Croft was more beautiful than ever.  Her
breasts were swollen but still just as round and perky, her tummy poufed
out cutely, her belly button become an outie, with twins - a boy and a
girl, as the ultrasound had revealed.  They had already decided to name
them Cole and Lucy, after the main characters of his book The Dreaming
Children.

   Melody had moved into his little house of course, and Alex had arranged
to teach literature to university freshmen that year, and would continue to
teach subsequently older classes throughout Melody's collegiate years, so
that he would always be her teacher.  The couple were madly in love,
feeding each other and gaming and giggling and tickling and making sweet
hot love constantly.

   And that's what they were doing now, as Melody bounced atop her strong
loving husband's muscular body, relishing the feeling of his thick
throbbing length pulsing and lurching inside her slippery 19 year old
tunnel.  She squeezed and rippled and milked her vaginal muscles along him,
purring in pleasure as she felt and heard his grunted groans of animal
bliss, even as he cupped and fondled her sensitive young buttocks.

   "Alex," she moaned, and her voice was all guttural love and breathy
lust, a sound that sent tingles along his skin, and then orgasmic passion
wracked her pregnant body.  She trembled violently with her climax, her
body humming in his grasp as she anointed him with her love juices.  Her
girlhood clenched around his big thrusting piledriver, and he gasped, his
breath catching in his throat, as his fat balls tightened and released over
and over, his load spurting thickly deep within her nubile slit.

   When they calmed, their bodies sweating in the barely-lit darkness as
their chests heaved, Melody was far from sated.  Moaning her beloved
husband's name in a lovely chorus, she began bucking atop him again, wildly
and wantonly this time rather than gently and tenderly.  A cowgirl riding
her stallion, she rode him frenziedly, impaling herself on his massive
pillar of manmeat over and over as orgasm after orgasm spiraled through
their joined bodies in the sweet heat of their passionate love and lust for
one another.

   They made love for hours, as the early sun slowly brightened, till they
were dripping sweat, and Melody lay atop him, her succulent breasts
squirming gently, desirously, upon his muscular torso as she made out with
him.  Her hot wet slippery girlhood still clutched and gobbled on his huge
long manhood as she frenched him, mewling happily as he stroked her back
and fondled her buttocks.

   "Melody," he murmured, and his deep husky baritone thrilled her with
happiness as they lay there in the dimness.  Presently, he said, "We'd
better get up and get ready."

   "Aw," she pouted, but he could feel her crooked grin - a mirror of his
own, that she'd picked up in the past year - against his lips.  "Do we have
to?"

   "Well," he considered, "I guess we don't have to." Melody giggled, and
he tickled her, wresting squeals of laughter from her - and grunted groans
from him as her girlhood spasmed around his member while she thrashed with
laughter.

   "Fine," she laughed, and kissed him.  "Last one to the shower is a
rotten egg!" She pulled herself off his lurching manhood, moaning slightly
as he gave a last throb inside her, and hustled into the adjacent bathroom.

   He laughed and followed her.  They took a shower together, as they did
every morning, and as happened every morning, they got rather distracted
soaping each other up, and as often as not made out or made love.

   It was 8 in the morning when they finally stepped out of the shower,
dried each other off, and got dressed.  Melody surveyed his outfit
critically.  "You're a handsome devil, Alex," she grinned at him.  "But you
look better without it." He laughed, and she giggled.

   He gave his pregnant young wife a piggyback ride out to the car, and
they drove to his parent's house a couple neighborhoods over.  The Croft
family was gathering there today: Alex's parents, his brother Zeke and his
wife Sara, his other brother Mack, and Melody's mama Jeanne.

   "About time you showed up," Zeke teased him as he let them in the door,
Alex bearing armfuls of wrapped gifts.  "Hey, Melody."

   "Hiya Zeke!" she greeted him brightly.  It amazed Alex how bouncy and
energetic she could be despite toddling around with a heavy pregnant tummy.
Far from a difficult pregnancy, Melody fairly glowed constantly, and never
suffered any ill symptoms other than very odd cravings.

   "Hello Melody," Alex's mom greeted her from the kitchen.  "I have the
pickles and mashed potatoes in BBQ sauce that you've been craving lately."

   "Ah!" Melody squealed.  "You told her?" She punched her husband
playfully in the arm, and he laughed.  "Thanks, Jo, you're the best!"

   Zeke helped Alex carry in the gifts, where he greeted the rest of his
family, and Melody hugged her mama.  "Haven't gotten tired of him yet,
Mel?" Alex's dad teased her, as he always did.

   "Not yet, Terry," the young girl said in a serious tone, as she always
did.  Alex chuckled and rolled his eyes: his dad, the jokester.  Terry
Croft had once been a workaholic, but nineteen years ago, he'd won a
multimillion dollar court case for a major client, and the windfall that
he'd gotten out of that had enabled him to cut back, at which point his
health had improved drastically and he learned how necessary it was for him
to moderate his career.

   "Good," his father replied, "I'd hate to have to take all these gifts
back." He gestured to the Christmas tree, where a great chunk of the
presents were giftwrapped in pink.  Melody gasped and laughed.

   "No way!"

   "Dad," Alex said, surprised but pleased.  "You didn't have to."

   His father accepted the pregnant teen girl's grateful hug, and told his
eldest son, "Sure I did.  Never had a girl to spoil before." That much was
true; he and Jo had three sons and no daughters.

   "You didn't get her any dolls, did you?" Alex teased.  "She's too old
for those, you know."

   Terry looked mock-crestfallen.  "Shoot!  Guess I'd better take all these
back then."

   Melody giggled, and Jo smiled as she came in with Zeke's wife Sara, both
bearing platters of hot chocolate mugs.  "Don't worry, Alex, I kept him
from going too crazy."

   Mack looked meaningfully at the stack of pink-wrapped gifts labeled 'To
Melody, from Terry and Jo'.  "If that's NOT going too crazy, I'd hate to
see what is."

   As was Croft family tradition, everyone went through their stockings
first.  There were stockings for Sara, Melody, and Jeanne too; Alex's
parents had bought new ones just for them.  Alex's stocking was stuffed
full of Andes mints, his favorite, and Melody got candy canes and M&Ms.

   "How are our first grandchildren doing?" Jo and Jeanne fussed over
Melody's condition, feeling her tummy as the 19 year old beamed.

   "Well-behaved," she answered, "but they kick."

   They then all went to the business of opening gifts from under the
bedecked Christmas tree.  Alex's mom and dad had truly spoiled their new
daughter-in-law.  They had given her all sorts of clothing, mostly pink,
both maternity size and her normal size; and books; and board games.  They
also gave to their eldest son and his wife a photo album, to be used to
capture memories of their twin children once they were born.

   Alex's mom snapped pictures with the digital camera, as was her wont,
and his dad ribbed all three of his sons good-naturedly all the while. 
Jeanne was overcome with happiness for her only child, pleased that she now
had such a large family who loved her and spoiled her, instead of just a
single mother.

   Zeke and Mack also took the opportunity to tease their older brother
about having a mother-in-law who was only 5 years older than he was, and
Sara jokingly told her husband Zeke to behave, to which he replied with a
jokingly resigned 'Yes dear'.

   Melody, sitting on Alex's lap this whole time as she opened presents,
interjected to her own husband, "You're not ever gonna 'yes dear' me, are
you?" Her face was mock-stern.

   "No, dear," he replied with a straight face, and they all laughed.

   Alex & Melody had given each of their family members a copy of The
Children Dream Again, the new sequel to his hit children's novel The
Dreaming Children, authored by both himself and his wife.  "This is a
cop-out," Terry joked, "just give us all your new book so you don't
actually have to think what to get us."

   "Yup!" Melody agreed enthusiastically, but Alex laughed and pulled out
the other gifts he and his 19 year old bride had brought, including
matching 'Grandma' sweaters for Jeanne and Jo.

   Once all the gifts had been opened, they filed into the kitchen to start
making Christmas dinner.  The scents of roast turkey, mashed potatoes,
green beans, Terry's famous sweet potato casserole, stuffing, giblet gravy,
and cornbread filled the house as they chattered and laughed and cooked.

   Melody's face was radiant and smiling the whole time, and it filled Alex
with happiness to see the young woman, whom he loved so much, so happy. 
With 8 people eating, the extension had to be put in the dining room table,
and Mack set the table, putting Alex and Terry at the heads of the table,
with each one's wife to his right.

   They said a blessing over the meal once it was served several hours
later, and dug in.  Alex and Melody played footsies under the table, and
Terry teased them relentlessly about their 'goo-goo eyes'.  Of course, as
Melody took great delight in pointing out, Terry was doing the same thing
with Jo.

   They lay around the living room afterwards, the heavy food making them
lazy and sleepy, particularly Alex's mother Jo, who had always been
susceptible to that sort of thing.  "Tryptophan in the turkey," Sara said
sagely.  They continued to chat - Melody in her perch upon her husband's
lap - but at a more relaxed pace as they digested.

   After a while, Alex pulled out his and Melody's board games, and got the
whole family going in a rousing game of Carcassonne, which was filled with
rather more ribbing and good-natured accusations and even negotiation - an
unusual element for a game like Carcassonne to be sure, but then, Alex's
father was a lawyer after all - than a typical playthrough of the game,
until the last tile was placed.

   Melody won, but Terry cried foul, saying that his eldest son had been
deliberately miskeeping score to favor his young wife.  His wink indicated
his jocularity, but Alex just confessed to it, even though he hadn't done
anything of the sort, and everyone laughed.

   They played more games, with Christmas music playing softly in the
background, and it wasn't until much later that evening, after several
games and a dinner of leftovers, that the Croft family started winding
down. Melody and her husband made their goodbyes before driving back home,
and as soon as they were in the door, the pregnant young 19 year old all
but pounced on him, growling kittenishly with desire.

   He caught up her up in his arms and swung her around by her waist as she
squealed happily, and then rubbed noses with her.  "I love you, baby," she
said, "and all day I've been waiting to make love to you again!"

   "My insatiable tigress," he pressed a kiss to her plush mouth.  "Have I
ever told you how much I love you?"

   "Once or twice," his bride replied with a smirk and a giggle, and he
carried her into the jacuzzi room.  They'd added on to the back of Alex's
little house - now both their house - making an indoor jacuzzi room to sate
their mutual lust for all things sexual in water, that they had discovered
on their beach honeymoon.

   They peeled off their clothing and ran warm water, pouring in soap
before turning on the jets.  Together they climbed in, and Melody snuggled
up to Alex's side, her hands dexterously wrapping around his thick long
pillar of manmeat.  He groaned, hugging her to him and kissing her golden
hair as his member responded to her attentions, rising up into a hard
curved pillar, that peeked above the gurgling water.

   Melody kissed him then and rose up to straddle him, placing her arms
around his shoulders as he placed his on her hips, and lowered slowly until
the swollen lips of her moist heat-sink parted around his engorged knob. 
"Hnnnnnnnggghhh," she moaned cutely, her face wracked with intense bliss as
she felt her well-endowed husband enter her.

   Alex's grip clenched spastically on her waist, and he moved his hands to
cradle her sweet luscious buttocks beneath the warm water, and she moaned,
enjoying the added stimulation as she sank his entire thick length into her
luscious pregnant girlhood.  "Ooohhhhhhhhh!" they both cried as his obese
nuts squelched into her buttocks beneath the churning water, and her
girlhood began milking him immediately, rippling insistently up and down
along his tool as they embraced.

   "Oh Melody," he groaned, their lips pressed into one another's, "I love
you so much."

   She moaned his name, in an incredibly erotic cute way, and added,
"Merry...  nnnghh...  Christmas!" The young girl gyrated herself atop him,
grinding their bodies together as they made sweet sensuous love in the
jacuzzi, his manhood throbbing and lurching inside her hot slippery
girlhood as her tight lovetunnel clutched and gobbled eagerly on him.

   The sensation of her cutely fat pregnant tummy rubbing into his abs,
along with her large round perky breasts into his muscular torso, made the
intensely erotic sensuality of their jacuzzi lovemaking even more
exquisite, and Melody purred and mewled, a kitten deeply in love with the
father of her litter, and lust-drunk on his huge fat long manhood.

   When she came, it was long and sweet and shuddering, her lovely young
body trembling with gently convulsive ripples of sublime bliss, and he
followed not long after, his seed spurting deep inside her lush pregnant
girlhood in thick hot powerful geysers of creamy love, as the water rippled
and churned around them.

   But they didn't stop, Melody gently riding her husband long into the
night in the jacuzzi, as they climaxed over and over, breathless with
desire and love and an eternal passion that would last all their long
blessed lives...

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