Author's Note: Any and all characters are purely fictional.
Adults only. If you are underage, or if erotic stories of
homosexual women offend you, please leave now.



Summary: In the midst of California's gay marriage legality, a
newly married couple celebrates in a hotel room.

(FF, anal, ejac, oral, rom)



  Our families filled the long, brown benches, crying and/or
smiling at me. Behind me was the large stained-glass window,
bordered by the church's brown walls. The bald, tan-skinned
minister stood behind his wooden podium, also grinning when I
glanced at him. I stood next to him, clad in my white dress.
There I was, ready to marry the woman I love.

  My gown wasn't so special; just casual. The skirt reached down
to the floor, so I had to lift it a bit when I walked. The
sleeves were long and the round collar covered the base of my
neck. A white headpiece topped everything off.

  Shiny, brown hair rested on my shoulders and surrounded my
oval-shaped head. Small, dark brown eyes are below my forehead,
and on either side of my triangular nose. I'm an average-sized
young woman. Not to big, not too small.

  'Here Comes the Bride' soon played on the organ. I, along with
almost everyone else, gazed at the entrance.

  Arm-in-arm, the bride appeared with an older man. The man was
an average size, and had short, gray hair. He wore a black tuxedo
with a white shirt. The bride, who was the same height, had the
exact same dress I had, with a slightly shorter skirt. Her face
was covered by a white veil. In both hands, she carried a
bouquet.

  The man went to sit down in the front row. Using both hands, I
peeled the veil off her face. Her green eyes twinkled and her red
lips curved into a wide grin. I smiled back at her and we turned
to the minister.

  The bald man cleared his throat and opened his book. "Dearly
beloved, we are gathered here today to join together these two
women in holy matrimony. If there is anyone who knows why they
may not be joined together, please speak now, or forever hold
your peace." Silence. "Do you, Natalie Williams, take Melanie
Miller to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

  I tilted my head and looked longingly at my girlfriend. "I do."

  She beamed at me and looked as if ready to cry.

  "And do you, Melanie Miller, take Natalie Williams to be your
lawfully wedded wife?"

  "I do."

  "The ring, please."

  I was already holding the ring in my hand. It was a gold ring
with a small, clear diamond in it. My mother gave it to me.
Holding my lady's hand, I slipped it on her. She lifted her hand
to get a closer look.

  "It's beautiful," she told me.

  "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce Natalie Williams
and Melanie Miller wife and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

  Gently, I held both sides of her lower face. Leaning forward, I
pressed my lips to hers. It was a long kiss, but involved no
tongues. Beside us, I could hear cheering and applauding. I
pulled back and smiled at our audience.

  Turning around, Melanie tossed her bouquet high into the air
behind her. Louder cheers rang through the room. The flowers hit
the raised hands of her mother and father and fell to the floor.
Melanie and I walked down the aisle. Our applauding relatives
stood as we passed them, then followed us as we left the church.

  My black BMW was parked in front of the building with no other
cars in its front or back. The space on the opposite side of the
street was full from our guests' vehicles. 'JUST MARRIED' was
painted in a different color for every letter on a large, white
sign on the trunk. After stopping for photos and congratulations,
we scrambled down the path and into the car. I let my roof down
and we waved goodbye to our families and sped away.

  Melanie and I have been dating for three years. She's been
better to me than any man ever was and ever could be. Eventually,
I concluded that I had to have her. This inspired me to protest
Proposition 8, and have her join me in the fight. Finally, after
months of hard work, the ban was lifted and I proposed to her.

  "I can't believe we did it!" Melanie said.

  "Me, neither, but we did it," I told her. "Now you're my wife."

  "And you're my wife." The ride became silent, save for a few
bumps in the road. "So where are we going for our honeymoon?"

  I grinned. "That's for me to know and you to find out soon. For
now, let's go get a room and... celebrate."

  Dimming her eyes, she smirked. "Is that all you ever think
about?"

  "No. I think about you... at least half as much."

  She made a mock pout.
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  The hotel lobby was huge. The white walls and floor were
marble. A thin, red carpet led from revolving door to the desk.
The flattop manager stood behind the desk, wearing a black suit
and a red tie. A bushy mustache was below his wide nose, and he
had hazel eyes.

  "Hi," I said. "We'd like a room for the night. One bed." I
turned to Melanie and noticed her blush.

  "Certainly, ma'am," he said. He turned to the wall and
retrieved a key. "You can have room number 3." He handed it to me
and looked to his right. "Richard."

  Richard wore a maroon bellboy outfit. Black hair was visible
beside his hat. "Yes, sir?"

  "Take their bags to room 14."

  Melanie and I had a suitcase each. He picked them up with no
problem, and walked away. Holding Melanie's hand, I followed the
bellhop to our room.
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  A painting of dark mountains hung on the white wall, beside the
door. The large window on the left side of the room was blocked
by orange curtains. A brown dresser was in a corner, topped by a
black TV. A ceiling light was above the brown-sheeted bed with
the matching pillow cases. The floor was carpeted in a fuzzy
beige.

  "Here we are," the bellhop said, putting the bags beside the
bed. He then advanced to the door, "Congratulations on your
wedding." He left, and I was alone with my bride.

  I turned around and gave her a kiss on the right cheek. She
back away and took her dress off, gently placing it on top of her
black suitcase. She was now standing in her red bra and red
panties. Her bra looked as if it could barely hold them. I
decided to take my clothes off, too.

  I asked her to help me take them off. She did, and put my dress
on my brown suitcase. Now, I was in just my black bra and black
panties.

  I told her to turn around. When she did, I unclasped her bra
and let it fall on the floor. Her nipples were hard and were
poking out. Her breasts were round. I turned around to let her
take my bra off. When mine fell on the floor, I turned to her and
let her see my much smaller tits.

  Melanie traced her index finger around both of my nipples and
then down to my stomach, where she circled my belly button and
stopped at my panty line. She put that finger and then her middle
finger inside and walked around me twice, looking into my eyes
and licking her lips. I could feel my cunt start to soak my
panties. When she got behind me, she replaced her index finger
with her thumb and put it and her middle finger by my right hip
and their counterparts by my left hip. She slowly pulled my
panties down to my ankles and I stepped out of them. A patch of
hair was on my cunt.

  I turned to her and put the palm of my hand in between her legs
and rubbed her hairy pussy, causing her to put her head back and
close her eyes. When I could feel her panties get wet, I stopped
rubbing her. Next, I stuck my thumb, middle and ring fingers on
both hands in and pulled the panties down to her ankles. She laid
down on the bed and lifted her legs up so I could pull them off.

  Melanie put her head on a pillow and I climbed into bed with
her. She spread her legs and I laid on top of her with my hands
on either side of her head; sort of like a push up formation. She
wrapped her legs around me and I pressed my lips to hers. I felt
her open her mouth, so I stuck my tongue in. Our tongues tangled
as we licked each other's lips, teeth, gums, and of course,
tongues.

  When I felt her unwrap her legs, I broke the kiss and -- after
she gave me one last kiss -- I moved down to her tits. I used my
hands to softly caress them before gently pinching them. She
moaned softly and I put one tit into my mouth, letting my tongue
circle the nipple. I slowly let it out of my mouth and went to
the other tit. Melanie's hands went into my brown hair and
started playing with it.

  I felt her hands gently push me lower until my mouth was by her
wet pussy. As soon as my hot tongue touched her, I heard her
gasp. My pink organ scrambled all over her walls tasting her
sweetness. I put her left labia into my mouth and sucked it.
Gently, my teeth clamped down on it.

  "Oh..."

  My tongue lashed up and down the inside of her vaginal lip. Her
tasty juices poured into my mouth all the while. I began to suck
the other lip like a penis. *Slurp* Slluuurpp* Slluuurrrrrp*

  "Oh, Natalie! Suck it! I'm gonna cum! I'm cummiiiiiiiiiing...!"

  Clear liquid splashed violently into my face. Sputtering, I
quickly pulled back just as another gusher sprayed out of my
bride's pussy like a lawn sprinkler and drenched my chest.
Melanie's hand went down to her cunt and twirled her clit so
hard, I feared it would rip off. Her hips bucked wildly on the
bed, squirting jagged torrents of warm cum on the sheets.

  When it was over, Melanie lifted her head and gasped, before
crashing back down. I crawled over her and kissed her lips. She
was twitching abnormally from the orgasm. Her eyes were wide and
her legs wouldn't stay still. I licked the tears off her face.
Then I kissed her until she calmed down and started kissing me
back.

  Rolling over, I let her get on top. I fondled her ass while she
kissed all over my face. The way we were positioned had her pussy
rubbing against mine. She started grinding her body up and down
mine, which made our clits rub against each other. Her nipples
slid along my chest. Our moans filled the room and I wondered if
anyone could hear us outside.

  I wrapped my legs around her as our cunts touched. I grabbed
her head with both hands and pulled it down to mine for a French
kiss. Both of us were feeling a lot of lust as we kissed
passionately. The center of my legs began to tingle and I moaned
into her mouth. I felt at least one drop of cunt juice flow onto
her pussy.

  She responded by thrusting her pelvis into mine even harder. It
was then I felt something hard pressing into my pussy. It wasn't
long before I realized that her clit was in the game now, bumping
against my cunt.  Melanie was actually fucking me with her clit!
I must have sucked her tongue as far as it would go into my
mouth.

  My bride's clit rimmed my hole, even hitting my own clit. The
fingers of my left hand ran through her hair. I rubbed my heels
up and down her butt.

  "Melanie! Oh, God! I'm...!"

  Before I could finish, Melanie's lips latched onto mine. I
bucked my hips, lifting us both. Cunt juice sprayed her clit,
making her break the kiss to howl excitedly. I shrieked with her
as I squirted on her pussy, my pussy, and the bed sheets. She
then laid by my side and played with my tits with her right hand.

  "Cum, Natalie, cum for your bride!" Her left hand went between
her legs and rubbed my juice into her cunt.

  "Nnngghhh!" I shuddered as my orgasm died down. Exhausted, I
rolled over to face her. She continued to mess with my tits.
Pinching them and pulling them. We laid there for a while,
panting in each other's faces.

  A long time later, she exhaustedly sat up and crawled
upside-down. Her lower body soon came several inches in front of
my face. I twitched as I felt her tongue run up my right cunt
lip.

   We were in a sideway 69 position, so I decided to return a
favor. I moved closer to her cunt and stuck my tongue into her
hole. I licked up and down, but didn't touch her clit. I licked
faster, getting closer and closer to her clit. When I slid my
tongue along her clit, she let out a long moan. I could feel her
breath on my cunt when she did. I moved my pussy closer to her
mouth and she went in. I felt her part my lips with her fingers
while her tongue circled my little hole.

  "Mmm", I moaned, "that feels so good."

  I held on to her waist and turned us over so that I was lying
on my back. Her head was now in between my legs and her hands
were on my shins. She tongued my clit and put her lips on it. The
feeling of her sucking my sensitive clit was making me increase
my efforts to make her cum.

  Melanie's butt was hovering over my head. I had a good view of
her puckered hole at this angle. I sucked on my right index
finger and stuck it deep in her hole. She whimpered and lowered
her head and chest; I felt her nipples on my stomach. I pulled my
finger out and pushed it back in, starting an in and out cycle.

  Next, I took the index finger of my other hand and inserted it
into her pussy. When I felt how wet she was, I pulled it out and
stuck it into my mouth, tasting her sweet juice. Just as I was
sticking my finger back in, she picked her head up and gave my
pussy a slow, long lick. I moaned aloud and she scooped up some
of my juices with the tip of her finger. Melanie opened her mouth
and placed her wet finger inside, before closing her lips and
pulling her finger out. After swallowing my cunt juice, she stuck
her finger into my hole and at the same time, put her tongue back
in.

  "Ooohh!" I buckled my hips, but she kept her tongue inside.

  I stuck both of my fingers as far into her holes as possible.
At the same time, I repeatedly pushed them in and pulled them
out. She began to hump back at them.

  "Lick it! Lick me, Natalie! Put your tongue back in while your
fingers are in me!"

  Well, I did promise to obey her whims during the wedding.
Lifting my head, I ran my tongue over her clit. Meanwhile, my
fingers pumped her butt and pussy for all she was worth. She
shuddered and I felt a big puff of air hit my pussy. I then felt
her mouth seal back on my clit. That did it for me.

  "Ahh... ahhhh... aaaaeeeeeee...!" I squeezed Melanie's butt and
brought it downward. Just in time, I gushed another load into her
face. I twitched all over the bed with her on top of me. Her
pussy served to muffle my screams as I ate her frantically.

  A shower of female cum literally splattered all over my face.
In my mouth, on my cheeks, and almost into my eyes. It was like
being sprayed with a hose of warm water! Through the droplets
that nearly sealed my eyes closed, I could see Melanie's butt
cheeks jiggling as she shook madly. She rolled off me and to my
side.

  I stopped cumming and laid on the bed, arms and legs spread
out. Of course, I wiped the cum out of my eyes and licked it off
the back of my hand. When I was starting to breathe normally,
Melanie laid her head on my chest. Both of us were covered in
sweat.

  "Wow", she panted. "If that's the celebration, I can't wait for
the honeymoon."

  We laughed and kissed some more, licking our own cum off each
other's faces.