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I opened the door, and she rushed in. I was her big, older, stronger Uncle, but she knocked the wind out of me with her hug. I had hardly been touched in days. It hit me how much I needed human contact.
I hugged her back.
"I followed you Uncle Carl. I had to. Please don't send me home, I just -- please don't send me home. Mom didn't send me, Aunt Michelle didn't send me, this was all my idea, I just had to see you. I need to know you're okay. I just -- I needed you."
I realized I needed her too. I didn't say a word.
"Let me spend the night Uncle Carl. I can't imagine what this has been like for you, but I bet you've been alone long enough. I'll -- we'll -- I don't think you should be alone."
"You can stay Hannah."
"Are you hungry?"
"No, I -- wait. Yes I damn well am."
"Let's go get some food."
We found a decent place a few blocks away. It didn't matter, really, it was edible. Now that I was eating, my appetite returned with a vengeance. I cleared my plate, then dessert, then an appetizer. Nope, I can't tell you what any of it was, except filling. We didn't talk much over dinner. Mostly because it's hard to talk with that much work getting done, but also because I was easing back into being around people.
Lovers.
We drove back to the room. I was full, I had my niece with me, and I'd learned a lot. My phone buzzed. It was my sister.
"She didn't tell me she was going to follow you but thanks for not sending her home. I'd have worried about her, and I think you need each other. Just company. We all love you."
"Love you little sister."
I looked up from the phone and Hannah had crawled into bed. Nothing had ever looked so inviting -- all I saw was comfort, and rest. I pulled off everything but my boxers and crawled into bed. I fell asleep faster than I had in days.
I woke up in the middle of the night. I was spooning my niece. She was naked. I didn't even know if she'd already been naked when we went to bed. I pulled her to myself and fell back asleep.
I woke up hours later. Moonlight slipped between the windows. My erection slipped through Hannah's fingers. I started to tell her we couldn't, we had to wait, and then I told myself it was time to take charge. If Melissa and I were going to work, there was going to have to be some give and take. She had her kinks. I had mine. She'd have to understand that.
"Do you want this?"
"Yes Uncle Carl."
"I do too." I leaned in and kissed her. She threw her arms around me and kissed me back, hard. I leaned down and kissed her nipples, then sucked them. She was stroking my erection, making the precum flow. She'd stop occasionally to lick her hand and taste me.
"I want your mouth, baby" I whispered.
That's all I had to say. She slid down, cuddling against my leg. She kissed my tip, then licked my balls. She ran her tongue up my shaft from the root to tip, and then I was in her mouth. She worked her way down, sucking a bit more of me each time. About three quarters was all she could take comfortably.
"Am I doing a good job Uncle Carl? Do you like it?"
"I love it sweetheart. Your mouth is wonderful."
"I know I'm not as good as Mommy -- I love watching her suck you -- but I'll practice Uncle Carl, as much as we can."
"That sounds wonderful little one." I moved her head back to my shaft, and she sucked me back in. I wished it wasn't so dark in the room -- I love watching a woman suck me. Her mother or Melissa -- oh, that thought stung a bit -- were better, but Hannah's affection was just what I needed. I hadn't cum in days, so she got me close pretty quickly.
"Hannah, let me lay down. Come here." She pulled away and I moved to the center of the bed. I guided her onto my face. She swung around so she was facing my erection. I pulled her down, needing to taste her -- and to give my dick time to calm down. She sighed deeply as my lips found her clit. I gave her a few broad licks to gather her flavors -- she was already very wet. And then I concentrated on her clit.
"Oh fuck I've missed your tongue Uncle Carl, I've missed you so much oh FUCK! Oh fuck oh fuck I didn't know if you'd ever want me again. Fuck yes, lick my little cunt fuck fuck fuck FUCK! Show me you want me Uncle Carl please!"
She continued on as my tongue worked her clit. I was loving her enthusiasm, her need, her filthy mouth. She inspired me, and I put it all into my tongue. She'd lean over and suck me down and then, and the jolt of her wet mouth engulfing me drove me crazy. Her words started to turned to nonsense and then she went silent as her body shook. Her hard clit almost bruised my tongue. Her thighs shook, and she gasped my name. It was beautiful to watch, and even better because I'd given her that orgasm.
"Lay back and open your legs" I told her. She shuddered a few more times, and then dismounted my face. She leaned over and kissed me from above, running her tongue over my perfumed face -- her very personal perfume.
"Anything you want Uncle Carl" she whispered, before doing what I'd instructed her to.
The moonbeam from the curtains feel across her mound as she waited for me. I climbed between her legs, kissed her again, and then once again gave her the first cock she'd taken there. We both said "aaaaaahhhh" into each other's mouths as our bodies coupled. We didn't say a word as my manhood stretched her, filled her, emptied her, and filled her again. I put my head beside hers, held her tightly to me, and sensually moved inside her. She had her thighs spread as far as she could, taking me deep inside her body. We moved together, love and lust embodied.
I didn't last as long as I wanted to. I had gone without for too long, and it felt so good to be back inside a woman who meant so much to me, who wanted all I could give her. I throbbed, pulsed, and felt the rush of cum joining our bodies in another liquid connection. After the first jet surged out of me, I found her mouth and kissed her, my tongue entering her as my manhood fed my teenage niece, my lover.
We gasped together, taking deep breaths that pulled us back to earth. I held myself inside her. If she moved at all it was to take me even deeper.
Finally she spoke. "Thank you Uncle Carl. I've missed giving myself to you."
"I missed being inside you little one. You're a wonderful lover."
"She hugged me to her. "Thank you Uncle Carl."
We held each other quietly until she spoke again.
"Uncle Carl, can I tell you something? Something important?"
"Sure Hannah. Of course."
"I know you've been married longer than I've been alive, but I think you need to know this."
Naturally she had my full attention. Even more than she would holding me inside her after taking my cum I mean. She sounded wiser than her years.
"Aunt Melissa loves you. She feels terrible. She wants you back. I think you know that. But I heard her talking to mommy, and she's so afraid you won't want her. She's so afraid -- well, she's afraid you'll want to never play the game again. She needs -- well she's hoping -- please take her back and keep fucking us all. She needs that. She needs you back, as her husband and her stud. I'm -- those aren't exactly her words, but they're very close. She said she'd never been as happy until she found out what it was costing you, but she's -- she wants you back, all of you, all the best of -- I'm babbling."
"Wow. Wow. That's really what she wants?"
"Us too Uncle Carl. Me, mommy, Aunt Tammy -- we all felt more alive than we've ever felt, and we -- well now, we hate how that hurt you, but it doesn't have to hurt you now. You like being inside me don't you? Mommy's mouth -- doesn't it feel good when she swallows you? Your own sister loves -- LOVES -- to swallow your cum, and you don't want to keep doing it? And the best part is, you don't have to hide it or worry -- your wife loves it so much she set it all up! Be our hero Uncle Carl. Let's fix this and make it all even better! Come on -- I bet yu really miss your wife's body. She really loves you."
"Wow. That's a lot to take in."
"Think of how many guys would kill for this opportunity."
"You're giving quite the sales pitch!"
"Sorry, I guess I am. But being with you is amazing, and you and me and Mommy -- holy shit Uncle Carl, I -- well yeah, I really hope that can happen again. Maybe even you and me and Aunt Melissa!"
She slid down my body and took my wet cock into her mouth. It was so sexy the way she and my sister loved sucking my wet dick, hard or not. I let her suck for a while, then pulled her back up. I rolled her onto her side and spooned her.
"You make a powerful argument Hannah. But now I'm exhausted. Let's get some sleep, okay?"
"Mmm" she said, and pressed herself back into me.
I woke up before she did. We hadn't moved a muscle. One muscle had grown, though. I didn't have to shift much before I was teasing my little Niece's lips.
"Mmm, what do we have here?" she muttered, reaching back. Her little fingers wrapped around me, lightly stroking.
"We have a bed, and a man, and a woman" I said. "Interested?"
"Oh fuck yes. More please!"
"And what do you want, exactly?"
"Anything. As long as it means you get inside me."
"Oh you darling girl. I'm shocked, though. Really."
"Why Uncle Carl?"
"Well little one, that sounds like something a whore would say." I pronounced the word as clearly and precisely as possible. Would she remember what she asked for the first time she gave herself to me? Her twisted little smile told me the answer was yes.
"Oh, does it? I'm sorry Uncle Carl, I try to be good, but my cunt just needs your dick so -- fucking -- bad!"
"Oh does it? Do you finger it you little slut?"
"Every day Uncle Carl. And every time I wish it was you pounding my snatch. I even use --"
"Yes you little tramp, what do you use?"
"My hairbrush. A bottle of moisturizer -- it's kind of shaped like a test tube."
"Oh, such a bad girl. At least that's all, though."
"Sometimes when Mommy's not home I use her special toys."
"Well that is just too naughty you little slut!" I pinched her nipple. She shuddered.
"I'm sorry! I just can't control it! I can't control THIS!" She lay back and spread her legs, flaunting her pretty little pussy.
"Oh you can't, can you? Well I'll just have to teach you to control it!" I said, and rolled her onto her stomach. She squealed as my palm met her cheeks. I raised my hand, and brought it down, hard. The feel of her firm young cheeks as they met my palm was wonderful. I raised my hand again, bringing it down harder.
"Oh fuck, is this what happens to bad girls Uncle Carl? Do their bare little asses get spanked?" She lifted her hips, offering her ass to me. I slid two fingers into her -- she was very wet, even for her. I held my fingers inside her with one hand while I spanked her with the other. She cried out, gasping, as I spanked her bare, beautiful ass.
"I'm sorry Uncle Carl, I try to be a good girl, I really do, but my cunt needs dick so bad I'd fuck every day if I could -- every fucking hour! I want to be your whore Uncle Carl!"
"Whores and sluts don't get my dick. I only fuck women who'll save it for me. I -- SMACK -- don't -- SMACK -- share -- SMACK!"
"I'll be good Uncle Carl -- OW -- I swear, just your dick, nobody else's, please give my little -- OW - pussy what it needs -- OW -- I'll be your slut, only yours, just -- OW -- just fuck my pussy!"
"I'm not going to fuck it you little skank." I swear, she whimpered in frustration when I said that. But she almost purred when I completed the thought. "I'm gonna punish it!"
I gave her one last smack that made her scream. I pulled my hand out of her, and she immediately replaced it with her own fingers. I lined up behind her and impaled her in one rapid thrust. I grabbed her hips and gave it to her like it was the last chance I'd ever have.
"Oh FUCK I love being your slut Uncle Carl fuck me fuck me fuck me hurt me destroy my pussy!"
I held on and tried to do just that. She kept babbling, shocking me with the filthy thing she said, begged for. She shocked me, but she also inspired me. I rolled her over and took a fistful of hair. She was quick -- her mouth was open before I got my knob to her lips. She moaned with pleasure as I forced myself into her mouth. Well, can you force into a mouth that's as eager as hers? I don't know for sure, but I know watching her try to suck my dick inside out was a hell of a sexy show.
When I needed more of her cunt, I grabbed her arms and held her down. I didn't think it was possible, but that got her even more excited. "fuck, what are you going to do, I'm helpless, oh god Uncle Carl what are you going to do to me? You're so big and strong I don't have a choice, there's nothing I can do if you force me to take you in my little snatch!" Her arms struggled against me, while her legs struggled to spread wider, begging for the punishment we both wanted me to give her.
I moved her hands to her legs, holding both down. She couldn't have been more helpless, more vulnerable, unless ropes had materialized out of thin air.
"Oh please, I try to be good, please don't ram that big dick up my helpless cunt!"
I lined it up -- it was a bit more difficult than usual, but when my knob found the right spot, I gave it all I had and savagely powered into her. She screamed, gasped, and began orgasming under the phallic assault. I swear I violated her cervix a couple of times as I pounded. It took her orgasm to new levels. I didn't hold anything back. I don't know if I'd ever fucked that hard in my life. Sweat dripped off of me, falling onto her sightless eyes, into her gasping mouth. She couldn't speak, she could only babble nonsense. She couldn't fuck, she could only accept my violation of her body. She was out of her mind with pleasure. I hammered away, and she took everything I had to give.
Her orgasm finally ebbed, and she shook her head. She could see me now. I was still holding her arms and legs, she was still open and helpless underneath me, but now she could speak.
"I'm your sex toy Uncle Carl. Your sex toy and your whore and your slut -- just yours. Hold me down, fuck me, but please shoot your sperm in my pussy."
I leaned down to kiss her. I didn't have very good balance, with my arms controlling her limbs, so my weight pressed my mouth to hers, and pressed my dick even further into her body. I don't know how that was possible -- it was probably just a sensation, not reality, but the sensation was sensational.
"Cream your whore Uncle Carl, cream your slut!" She managed to beg through our kiss. And I did.
It was my turn to scream now. My dick swelled so hard it felt like steel in her tight, sopping depths. One more thrust and I roared as my sperm drenched her insides. I slammed myself between her spread thighs, every jet rocking my body from head to toe. I kept hammering away as I came so hard my groin was already starting to get sore. She wrapped herself around me and whispered "punish my cunt Uncle Carl, fill it up, seed your little whore's pussy, mm, that's it, I love feeling you give me -- I mean punish me."
I gasped out the final quakes, my body pressed as tightly to hers as possible. She worked her hips a bit, still wanting to feel me moving inside her as my strength failed me.
We lay silently when we were done. Motionless, heavy, intimate.
"I wasn't kidding. It wasn't just sexy talk. I'm your slut. You can do anything to me. Just never stop fucking me."
"Hannah, we can play when you want to but you're -- well, maybe you are my slut, but you're much more than that to me. You're amazing." She smiled.
"You're the amazing one. I hope you're going to be amazing for your other lovers too Uncle Carl."
"Sure. Okay." Wow, what did I just commit to?
"Really!? Oh Uncle Carl!" And she hugged me. The tone instantly changed from 'post sex romp clutching' to 'thrilled intimate joy.' Yep, I was committed. I realized I was more than okay with that.
She was right. Melissa and I had suffered a big, huge, outrageous misunderstanding, but I wanted us to get through it.
On my terms.
We took a shower together. It was wonderful to feel her body under my hands, feel her soap up my back and wash it. We headed out for breakfast. When we finished, the waitress offered another cup of coffee. I accepted, Hannah declined.
"So, Aunt Melissa -- she really said all those things you told me?"
"Almost word for word. If it's not word for word it's my memory; the gist is right."
"Good. I think we can get through this -- probably exactly how she's hoping."
"How we're ALL hoping?" she asked pointedly.
"If Aunt Melissa will do her part" I said.
"What do you mean?" Hannah asked.
"I need to know she's really sorry --" Hannah started to interrupt me, no doubt to reassure me about that, but I held up my hand."
"I need to know she's really committed to us. To all of it, if everyone really wants to go back to something like we had before."
Hannah nodded, waiting for me to continue.
"So if she and all of you really want that, here's what she needs to do." I explained in some detail, ignoring it when the waitress returned with our check and heard some of the instructions.
"Wow. Okay -- I'll check with Mom, but I know the answer. Just like I know my answer. And Aunt Tammy's -- well, everyone's. Guarantee it. But I'll check the boxes and then we'll set it up. Probably tomorrow, day after at the latest."
"Sounds good. Guess that means a night or two more in the hotel."
"I could see if Mom can get away..." Hannah suggested. "I mean, it wouldn't be playing fair to keep you all to myself."
"Let's see. If it's tomorrow I don't want temptation tonight."
"Okay Uncle Carl. Let's get back to the hotel, I need to get driving and make some calls."
I paid the bill, winking at the waitress. She got kind of flustered.
As soon as we got back to the hotel Hannah got her keys, kissed me goodbye and hit the road. I reminded her not to talk and drive, and she was out the door. I was kind of surprised at how relaxed I felt. I had learned a lot, I had a plan, and it was my plan. I waited a bit for breakfast to settle, watching some TV. An hour or two later, I took a run, sweating like a pig in the midday heat. It felt good. When I got out of the shower, a text message was waiting. Hannah let me know that "everyone agrees -- Mommy, Aunt Tammy, and of course Aunt Melissa. Noon tomorrow."
I smiled, and thanked her. She sent back a kiss emoji.
I had a bit of trouble falling asleep that night. I took a shot of whisky from the minibar. It helped -- I didn't fall asleep immediately, I'm not that much of a lightweight. But I was out before too long, and woke up well rested. I made myself some coffee in the little hotel room machine, had a shower, and headed down to the lobby for some hopefully better coffee. That wasn't a high bar to cross, but it was pretty good.
I was nibbling and sipping my second cup when I felt someone bump into me. "Oh, sorry! Didn't spill your coffee did I sir?"
"No, there wasn't much left. All good."
"Here, let me -- " she scurried off and came back with another cup. She even got the creamer just right. Half a shot of hazelnut.
"Wow, thanks -- that's exactly how I like it."
"I'm glad. Sorry for bumping you like that."
"It's okay, no harm done."
"Great -- and I'm glad to see you looking happy and well rested. I bet your marriage is going to be fine."
As soon as she said it, a shocked look spread over her face. It probably matched mine -- or surpassed it.
"I'm so sorry sir, that was none of my business! I can't believe I said that!"
"Uh, it's okay, but how..."
She was blushing, obviously mortified. I was really curious. When she didn't answer, I pushed her a bit.
"Well? Were you spying on me?"
"I'm sorry sir, no, absolutely not. You work in a hotel, you see things even without meaning to. You were clearly miserable when you checked in."
I must have been. Well, I know I was, but it struck me that I was totally unaware that she had checked me in.
"You've been here a couple of days, and you've looked a little better the last couple of times I've seen you. And today you look good. Really comfortable, you know. There's usually one reason for this sort of stay. I've always thought that when he -- or she -- looks like this after just a couple of days, it's going to be all right."
I'm sure my face showed her I wasn't mad. Far from it -- I was impressed. Honestly a little touched that a total stranger cared enough to notice all that and say something, even if she swore it was unintentional.
"Wow, you noticed all that?"
She nodded. "Can I tell you something?"
"Sure!"
"Once a guy came back a couple of months later with his wife. She was pretty, and he was -- well, yeah, I won't forget him. They stayed for one night. When they checked out she told me they were celebrating -- they were better than they ever had been. So I've got that to prove my theories. I won't forget him. Or you" she said with a smile. She turned away -- someone needed her at the desk.
I sat there for a few minutes. We all experience life on our own, no one else can feel it for you, but there are themes.
I was just an everyday guy whose wife set him up with other women because it turned her on, and she wanted it to keep going. The bartender at your local bar has heard it a million times. Okay, maybe not that exact story. But I found it strangely touching that the woman had spoken up, like she was trying to reassure me. Granted, Hannah had done a much better job at reassuring me.
I checked my watch, and headed back to the room. I wanted to be there precisely at noon. I checked out with fifteen minutes to spare. It was just the buffer I wanted in case of a traffic jam or other unforeseen hinderance.
No such problems though -- I actually had to slow down for the last few miles. I stopped a couple of streets away and let seven minutes tick away, watching the little machine on my wrist as the seconds hand swept around. It seemed to be moving in slow motion, but the time did pass. It was 11:59 when I put the car in park in my driveway.
I took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked in. I could already see that she'd taken my instructions seriously. The house was dark, with all the curtains closed, all of the lights off. A line of tea candles served as runway lights. I followed them to the bedroom.
I heard my wife's voice. "I'm ready to earn your forgiveness. Please use me."
Perfect.
I pushed the door open. There she was, spread out on the bed. The covers were gone. A fitted sheet and my wife were all that was on the bed. She was in the middle of the bed. Her arms were over her head. White rope bound her wrists. The ropes were tied to another, that tied her to the headboard. Her legs were free, but she was very vulnerable.
Perfect.
She looked tense, taking little gasps of breath, squirming a little against her bonds. I walked around the bed, inspecting. Running my fingers up her leg. It looked like she'd followed my orders and gotten professionally waxed. I'd check that more closely later. I knew her breasts very well, but I felt them, moved them, lightly stroked the nipples as if they were new to me. I ran my fingers up her neck, lightly touching her ear. Then I ran my hand back down, stopping at her exposed, hairless mound.
She was wet. Very wet. I hadn't expected that.
I stepped back to get undressed. Melissa stared at me. As I took off the last scrap of clothes she spoke.
"Carl, I mean it -- use me. Anything you want. I will take it, and love it -- unless you tell me to hate it. I'll have to pretend, but if you want me to pretend to hate it I'll even do that. I want to feel punished, but from now on it's about what YOU want." She spread her legs wider.
I listened silently. Then I ran a finger between her lips. She wasn't just wet, she was wetter than she'd been in years. She took a quick, deep breath as I felt her.
She'd never liked the scent or taste of her own lust. So the first test was easy to choose. I pulled the dripping finger from between her legs and waved it over her body. I was ribbon dancing with her intimate perfume. I circled her breasts without touching them, then continued up.
She reached for my finger with her mouth. She stared at me as I slowly slid it into her mouth. She lay there underneath me, her bound arm stretched above her head, and sucked her cunt off of my finger, staring intently the whole time. She understood what I was doing, and she was being as obvious as she could about her determination to pass the test.
I pulled my finger out, and she craned her neck to keep it in her mouth as long as she could. I fingered her again, this time sliding deep into her. Holy fuck was she wet! She started craning her neck as soon as I began to pull my finger out. She sucked hungrily. I fucked her mouth with the finger, and she pretended it was my cock.
I wanted to lick her pussy, but she'd said she wanted to feel punished. I was already sure I'd have plenty of chances to lick her again, but I had other ideas that were the priority that night. So I fed us both with that finger, then climbed onto the bed.
Melissa's legs were already open, but she rocked her hips to show how much she wanted my dick. I knew she would have no trouble taking me, as wet as she was.
I was wrong.
I pressed my knob against her lips, and pushed. Normally I'd have slipped in, or at least part of me would. Not that day. I pressed harder. It took a couple of tries before her wet vise allowed a few inches into her. I was wide-eyed with amazement.
"I've been exercising for you" she said quietly. I could only mouth "wow".
"What are --" she began to ask as I started to withdraw. She stopped, not wanting to give any impression that she was anything but submissive, obedient.
I pulled out and moved up. She saw what was coming, and I swear she drooled. Who was this woman? She'd gone from disliking the taste of her own body to eagerly sucking it off of my finger, and then my cock. She was tied up, so vulnerable, and wet as could be. She wanted me to punish her.
And I was going to. A last remnant of the old me, the Carl from before all this started, said to be gentle, be loving, shower her with forgiveness. Fuck that. I was going to make her earn that forgiveness. She wanted to feel punished? I could work with that.
I held her head so she couldn't move, and slipped my rigid, soaking tool between her lips. She didn't resist, but I wasn't done. I held her firmly as I slid more of me into her mouth. More than she'd usually take comfortably. I held it there, deep inside her, and moved my hand. She didn't move a muscle, well, except for her tongue. It stroked the underside of my dick. She accepted my intrusion, and worked to give me even more pleasure.
I slid out. She sighed.
I slid between her legs, feeling the muscles again. She breathed deeply. I pulled out, and she waited with her mouth open. She didn't have to wait long; I gripped her head again, and entered her mouth. Now, Melissa could give pretty good head, when she wanted to. Sometimes, more and more as the years rolled by, she was more mechanical. Less creative. Less enthusiastic. Not this time.
I didn't give her much of a choice, fucking her mouth as she pulled against the ropes. But she was pulling toward me. I was fucking her mouth, and she was loving it. When I'd pull out to visit her pussy again, she'd let out a little breath that was almost a whine. I'd force myself into her, fighting her newly toned muscles, and probe her with my cock. Then I'd pull back out and feed her. While I'd fuck her mouth, she'd rub her thighs together, trying to stimulate her clit as best she could. Watching her desperation enhanced the pleasure I was taking from her mouth. I noticed how hard her nipples were, so I reached down and pinched one. She squealed around my shaft, her hips going crazy. A year ago she'd have slapped me for that. I pinched the other. "You like that, don't you?" She tried to answer, but I wasn't taking my cock out of her mouth, so she gave up and hummed "mm-hmm!" I pinched harder. She rubbed her legs, desperate for more pleasure. I pulled out of her mouth. She gasped, and started begging.
"Pinch them harder, don't hold back, I can take it -- I deserve it! Please, oh fuck I love being your toy fuck fuck fuck please punish your helpless wife! FUCK!"
I wasn't going easy on her nipples. Or her pussy. I rammed in and actually gave her several hard strokes as she writhed underneath me. I played with her nipples, getting rougher and rougher until I actually started to worry a bit. I didn't really want to hurt her. But all she was doing was babbling and writhing and then I felt her pussy begin to spasm. She was starting to orgasm from my penetration and my manipulation of her nipples. I have her one more thrust and pulled out.
"FuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK what are you doing? Fuck I was starting to cum fucking mount me again! FUCK!"
"Hush."
She instantly fell silent. Writhing, drawing deep, desperate breaths, but otherwise silent. I could tell it wasn't easy. Her jaw was clenched, her face was red, and she clearly wanted to cum. I planned to allow her, but not yet.
I grabbed her ankles and lifted. She watched me carefully. She'd told me later that she had no idea what was coming next, but she swore to herself that she'd promised herself she'd let me use her however I wanted to. Her eyes still widened when she realized my intentions.
My dick was dripping with her lust. She was so turned on, I felt like I had a coating of pussy thicker than the frosting on a birthday cake.
She moaned loudly when I brushed my knob against her sweet little rosebud. I'd wanted it... well, from the first time she undressed for me. Her asshole was tiny, and pink, and barely even puckered it was so... small. All she'd ever done was let me lick it a few times. I think she'd have let me lick it more often, but doing that made me want to fuck her ass so bad it almost drove me out of my mind. So after a while I stopped rimming her. I couldn't take the temptation.
But now she was helpless. Now she was telling me she wanted to feel punished. Now she was telling me to use her.
It was my turn to breathe deeply as I brushed my knob against her. I pressed against her, watching her reaction. Would she object? Would she pull back? I wasn't going to stop, but I wanted to see what she'd do. What she did was take a deep breath, hold it, and push toward me.
"Good girl."
I slid two fingers into her, and she opened her mouth. That's not where they were going this time. She held still as the first finger probed her.
Her tight little ring was about a knuckle deep. A third of the first finger had disappeared when I felt the sphincter open to her passage. I went slow. Two thirds. She felt slick and soft inside her bottom. The whole finger was inside her. She stared at me. I felt her body shifting around me, tiny movements accommodating my new intrusion. There was a lot more to come. I held my finger inside her, then slowly pulled out. She took a few deep breaths, her pretty little asshole kissing the air as she did so.
Two fingers. I slid in a bit faster. Her muscular ring felt even tighter. I stared into her eyes. She stared back, biting her lip. I thought about the times we'd talked about it, years earlier. How she wanted to please me, wanted to do everything for me, but "it just freaked her out." Now she stared up at me, working to accommodate the slick, insistent violation. I held my fingers inside her for a moment, then sawed in and out. Then out. Then a third finger. This time all I did was get them in. I knew the depth of her muscle by now, and I didn't go any deeper than that. I got the three fingers in, then slowly rotated. She continued to stare up, working to help, working to accept.
I slipped the fingers out of her. I lined up my cock, a little higher than she expected, and rammed it home. I wanted a bit more of her on my dick. I gave her a few thrusts and pulled out.
"Say please."
She whispered "please."
I brushed against her massaged orifice. I felt her muscle flex. Honestly I have to say I was impressed by that time. If I'd had any doubts about her determination to make things right, they were gone.
I pushed in. It took some time -- my knob is bigger than three fingers! I pushed. Her tight little ring was driven deeper between her cheeks. I pushed harder. She flexed, pushing out, and I popped in. My knob was gone. All I could see was her incredibly wet pussy, a stretched strip of skin, and the ring of her back door. Taking cock for the first time, ever. Taking me in. Showing me she'd do anything to make us right, anything t please me.
"More."
Holy shit, the wife who'd kept me waiting for years, the wife who'd never taken anything at all up her backside -- not even a prescribed suppository, just asked me to put more of my cock up her incredible little rectum.
I forced a bit more inside her. She pulled at the ropes. I reached down and ran my thumb over her clit. It was hard as a rock. I stroked it, and forced more of myself up my penitent wife's asshole. She stared, seeming to be lost in a trance as I forced more of myself into her slick, perfect new fuckhole. I was amazed how different from a pussy it felt. My thumb worked faster and faster, stroking her clit. When I was all the way up her ass she hissed "yessssss."
I paused, staring down. Her smooth, hairless mound split and flowed down around the pussy I knew so well, the pussy that have given me so much pleasure over the years. Her taint was smaller than it had been while I stretched it during my initial intrusion. And now my short, trimmed pubes were brushing against it, obscuring the view of her incredible, tight, violated ass gripping the base of my cock. She pushed and pulled somehow. It felt indescribably good.
"My ass was a virgin. You own my ass" she whispered. All I could do was nod, wide-eyed.
I pulled back. Her body gripped and slid around me. I pushed back in. I slid out. I pushed back in. Her formerly forbidden tunnel felt like it was shaped specifically to hold my erection in a hot, perfect, silky, gripping tube. I forced myself back in, moving my gaze from her ass to her face. She was staring at me, nodding, consumed by lust. She started up, open mouthed, as I began to truly fuck her in the ass.
She whimpered when I pulled out of her. I rolled her over, swinging her helpless body on the arc defined by the rope. I held her face down and got between her legs.
I forced myself between her cheeks, back inside that newly opened volcano of heat and pressure. Her body was getting accustomed to my violation. Still amazingly tight, and if anything even hotter, but she was learning. She was becoming mine in a new and breathtaking way.
I held her down -- unnecessarily -- and reveled in the feeling of her cheeks pressed against me as I moved deeply inside my helpless wife's rectum.
"You don't have to stay quiet now" I said.
"FUCK MY BOWELS!" was her instant answer. "Oh god baby fuck fuck fuck oh fuck I wanted you to punish me but this feels so FUCKING GOOD! Am I a good girl? Am I a good wife now? Fuck my ass! Fuck! God I feel so FUCKING FULL! Tell me you're going to keep sodomizing me! I'm your buttslut from now on baby!"
I lay on top of her, holding my weight against her as my erection probed inside her. Every point of contact was electric, but nothing was as intense as her slick, fiery colon sliding along my shaft, rippling around it, holding it deeply in an intimate grip. She pulled against the rope as I moved inside her rectum, needing to flex, to exhibit some power as she gave her final gift to me.
I worked my hands around her, forcing them under her body. I gripped her breasts. When I found her nipples, she orgasmed. Loudly. She babbled, swore, and rocked underneath my anal assault. I worried a bit about her wrists, but I didn't see anything to worrisome and besides, what her bowels were doing to my cock was quickly erasing my mind. I held on and let her fuck herself on my dick. Even underneath me, held down by my weight and gripped by her breasts, SHE fucked HERSELF in the ass on my cock.
When she finished, gasping and sweaty, I pushed myself up. I stared down to where my swollen shaft violated my grateful, blissed out wife. And I fucked.
I moved inside her almost as forcefully as I would in her pussy. She babbled encouragement, begging me to feed her guts, to cream her ass. It wasn't long before I did. I throbbed inside her, my hips spasming, all rhythm gone as I began pumping seed into her, ejaculating sperm into her ravaged, hot, hungry bowels. She hissed "yesssss" as my intruding phallus filled her most intimate hole with everything I could give. My previous orgasm had been inside Hannah. It had been remarkable. This one was life-changing. I grunted, writhing, throbbing, licking the back of my yielded wife's neck as my forgiveness flowed into her. Her taut cheeks were crushed against me as my body worked to leave its deposit as deeply insider her as it could.
When I had throbbed out every spurt, every possible drop in her clinging, fiery bowels, I gently lowered myself onto her.
"Don't pull out; not yet" she whispered. "I want to feel you inside me a bit longer. I don't want to be empty."
"Okay" I gasped. "Okay. Melissa?"
"Yeah baby?"
"I'll kickstart you if you'll jumpstart me."
She laughed, weakly from her sexual exhaustion, but she laughed. I joined her, equally weak.
"We're tying to get together again?" she asked.
"No. We are together again." I kissed the back of her neck.
"Thank you" she said quietly. "I know I could have handled this better."
"Right now, I'm feeling pretty good" I said, trying to flex inside her. Kegels are so helpful. "But it was really rough at times. Hurt."
"I'm sorry. I'll spend forever making it up to you if you'll let me."
"About that. Here's how it's going to work..."
"Are you going to stay inside me while you tell me?"
"Yes I am. And I'm going to get back inside you whenever I want, wherever I want."
"Baby, that sounds fucking awesome to me."
"I'm not done."
"I agree. Whatever it is, I agree."
"Good. Because I'm going to keep fucking my sister, and Hannah, and Tammy. Maybe others. You wanted a stud who fucks a lot of women, well guess what, you've got it."
"Ohhhh, Carl...." I couldn't quite tell what her tone meant. "Promise me you'll never, ever clean up before you come home."
Her ass had been gripping my dick so hard it was firmer than it normally would have been.
"And why would you want me to do that? Not do that?"
"Because I want to taste their cunts on your dick. And if I don't volunteer, I want you to force me."
"Force you?"
"Oh yeah, fuck yeah. I have to keep reminding myself this has been a totally different experience for you. Do you know -- yeah, you don't, I was just saying that -- you can't imagine how many orgasms I gave myself while you were fucking Tammy, or Susan, or Hannah, or -- hell I don't remember the other names. And half of them were from looking forward to sucking your wet dick when you got home. That's part of how I couldn't comprehend you not knowing. I wish I'd been sucking your dick more, for years, but just knowing your dick was in another woman, knowing a wet, creamy dick was coming home -- your dick -- coming home for me to suck.... Hell, I bought a dildo just to fuck myself with it, and then suck it to practice for you. If you call Susan right now I'll watch you fuck her, and then I'll suck your dick."
"Seriously?"
"Give it -- well, I'm going to ask you to wash it first, considering where it is right now --" she got a worried look on her face, realizing she'd said she'd do anything, she told me she loved sucking my wet dick, and that dick was currently swelling inside her intestines.
"Don't worry baby, I have never been into ass to mouth. But calling Susan, now THAT is a hot idea if you meant it."
Maybe it was the relief about me not wanting ass to mouth, but Melissa was all in. "Do it. Right now. Well, you can untie me first, if that's okay, but I seriously want you to call your sister. I want to see how she can't control her desire for my man. I want to watch you pound her bare cunt. And then I will insist on taking you in my mouth. Before you cum, after you cum, I don't care, as long as I get to suck your wet, sloppy, manly dick."
"Sold. Done. Here, let me --" and I began untying Melissa's arms. Well, I tried. She'd pulled awfully hard. Nothing I did would loosen the knots. Finally I went and got a knife. Melissa looked more afraid than I'd seen her look all day, but she trusted me and I got her free without any accidents. Then she got her phone and tried to use it. Her hands were very stiff.
"Hold on baby, let me." I started to call, changed my mind, and sent a text. She must have been staring at the phone, because seconds later she texted back.
"That HAS to mean everything is okay, right?????"
"Yes it is. Call this a celebration, a confirmation."
"Carl I'm so happy! So happy! What does this mean for us?"
"Come over and you'll see!"
"Dammit! I can't right now!"
"Really? Seriously?"
"I'm SO sorry! I can send Hannah over. Would you like that?"
"You know I love being with both of you!"
"Some other time, I'll send her over!"
"Love you little sis!"
"Love you big sexy brother!"
I told Melissa that Hannah was coming over. She was thrilled! I reminded her that she was still earning her forgiveness. She needed to obey. When I told her that, she agreed. The look of desire on her face was so intense I wondered if I'd have to protect Hannah!
While we waited, I had my wife tell me the whole story from her perspective. It was fascinating.
She'd been dropping hints for a while. Me fucking other women had been a fantasy of hers for years. She said we'd talked once about a guy one of us knew that got drunk and cheated. Melisssa said to her, it was a conversation about what might happen if I dd the same. She said something about not being responsible after a couple of drinks. I had NO memory of this, but she said it wasn't long after that conversation when her sister seduced her. Melissa had watched me at the store, and told Tammy what whisky to buy. She'd been at home the whole time, rubbing herself like crazy. I thought about the guilt I'd felt at the time. Knowing that Melissa had been incredibly turned on helped -- we all get a bit crazy when we're that horny!
Melissa had planned Susan's introduction too. Hearing her talk about how turned on she got at the thought of me fucking my sister got my dick back to full mast. It was amazing to hear her gush about the thought of Tammy and Susan working together to get my dick into Susan! It was Tammy's idea. Melissa had been shocked at first, but the idea of me fucking my own sister quickly became intensely arousing for Melissa. I could relate...
Melissa was starting to tell me about the vibrator she'd used after I drove off that day when we heard "pussy delivery for two!" Hannah had let herself in. Melissa got up, still stark naked, and hugged her. She immediately got to work stripping Hannah. It didn't take long; Hannah hadn't worn much. Cutoffs, a t-shirt, and some sandals. When my wife had her naked, she said "go kiss your Uncle hello beautiful!"
Hannah walked over, too rushed to make a show of it. She threw herself into my arms. I held her tight. I was grateful to her for her role in arranging the reconciliation.
"Let's go to bed" I told them both. My dick led the way. I stretched my niece out on the bed and gave her a kiss. Then I stretched Melissa out on the bed between her legs. She was turned on, but uncomfortable.
"Melissa, lick her pussy."
"I've never done that before!"
"And?"
"Well, I -- what --"
"Just push your face in and go to town. You'll figure it out. The more you make her scream the more you'll be rewarded."
I pressed my wife's face into Hannah's pussy. Hannah took charge, grabbing Melissa's head and holding it right where she wanted it. I crawled around and offered my erection to Hannah. She sucked it into her mouth.
"That's it, suck me Hannah, you love that cock don't you? Is it even better sucking while you get licked? Is she learning?" I wanted my wife to hear what was going on. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the new experience of using her mouth on a woman. When she heard I was in Hannah's mouth her eyes flew open. She wanted to see me use the young woman's mouth. If the noises Hannah was making were any indication, my wife found the sight inspiring.
I pulled out of my niece's mouth and moved around behind my wife. She raised her ass, wanting me to fuck her. I rammed my cock in, watching her recently violated asshole swell and contract as I mated with my wife. Not for long, though. I was mostly seasoning the meat I was going to put back in my niece's mouth. Melissa moaned as I pulled out, but Hannah held her head to her snatch. I moved around and offered her my dick. Hannah sucked it eagerly, her first taste of my wife's vagina coming from my wet cock. It was clear she loved it. The angle was really tough on her though.
"Melissa, roll over. Hannah's going to sit on your face." Hannah let go, allowing my wife to obey my instructions. When Melissa was on her back, Hannah got up. I turned her around so she was facing Melissa's pussy. She groaned in arousal as my wife got back to work. She was learning quickly. I got between her legs and gave her a few more strokes with my dick. Then I pulled out and stood up, offering a serving of cock a la muff to my horny little niece. She inhaled me. She had a much better angle now, and she took advantage of it. Her head bobbed, sucking me passionately, trying to get every drop of my wife off of the hard rod invading her mouth. I ran my fingers through her hair as the young woman forced me as deeply into her mouth as she could.
"Oh that feels so fucking good. Don't you dare stop sucking me, lover. Melissa, how do you like licking pussy?"
"MMMMM" was her passionate answer."
"Hannah, how's she doing? Do you like riding Aunt Melissa's face?"
She nodded, unwilling to interrupt her fellatio to answer my question. I gave her a few more minutes to enjoy the oral pleasures she was giving and receiving, then pulled back. I gave one quick thrust into my wife, wiggled my dick around, and stood back up to get more head. This time I took control, holding my niece and shafting her face. She stared up at me, lust and gratitude in her eyes.
I reveled in the power of using her mouth, then decided it was time to make Hannah cum. I pulled out, kissed her, and began fondling her breasts. She closed her eyes and soaked in the pleasure my wife and I were providing. I kissed her neck, starting to bite it as well. She moaned as we both played with her young body. I slipped a finger into my wife, and then stroked Hannah's asshole. She gasped. I slipped the tip of my finger inside her. She gasped, and stared at me.
"Cum in Auntie's mouth baby." I pinched her nipple, she rocked forward, and screamed. She was cumming. I heard Melissa making frightened sounds underneath our little lover. I lifted Hannah a bit, concerned she was going to hurt Melissa. While she was still riding the waves of her orgasm, I leaned her forward and took her. Her pussy felt amazing as the spasming walls stretched to accommodate me.
I grabbed her hips and found my rhythm. Melissa's tongue found my balls. That was a new sensation! Being buried in my niece's tight, incredibly wet slit while my wife serviced my sack felt great. Hannah was still making a lot of noise as her orgasm drifted away and the sensations of our fucking filled her.
"Oh god, fuck me Uncle Carl! Fuck me! Yesss! Fuck I love being your slut!"
I pulled my dick out, gave Melissa time for one suck, and penetrated my niece again.
"Hannah, Aunt Melissa ate your pussy, I think it's time to show her you know how too. Melissa, did I tell you Hannah licks her mother's pussy? You should see her lick her mother's pussy. Susan sure looks like she enjoys it."
My wife spread her legs. "Do you want to lick my pussy baby?"
"Auntie, can Uncle Carl fuck me while I lick you?" she asked in a teasing voice.
"That's up to him baby. He calls the shots, we just obey."
Holy hell, did my dick throb when my wife said that. Hannah was already between Melissa's legs, pressing her face against my wife's beautiful pussy. I stroked the very tip of my dick between Hannah's lips.
"Say please" I said.
"Please Uncle Carl, please fuck me. I want you pounding me so fucking bad. I love being your sex toy -- Auntie, please beg him to fuck me. You want him to fuck me don't you?"
"Yes I do -- fuck her baby -- show her what a stud my man is!"
How can you say no to that? I kept sliding my knob between her lips, up and down. I did it several more times, occasionally pressing against her opening, but never pushing in. Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and SLAM. Hannah gasped, but kept right on licking. It was an amazing sight. My cock penetrating my niece's bare pussy. Her upturned cheeks, so firm and smooth. Her back, sweeping toward the silky hair I loved to run my fingers through. That hair, and Hannah's head, blocked my view of my woman's vagina. I knew it was spread, and wet, and sizzling with the pleasure the little minx's tongue was giving her. My wife's thighs, soft and incredibly sensitive and spread as wide as possible. Her stomach, a bit softer but not much bigger than when we were younger. Her breasts, still full, round, and feminine, her pretty shoulders. My wife's face, her pretty mouth open, trying to draw in the air she needed. Her eyes, sometimes hidden by her dark lashes, sometimes staring at the teenage girl between her legs, sometimes watching me mate with the young woman.
"Fuck her baby. She loves your dick almost as much as I do -- give it to her. Fuck her for me! I fucking love watching her take your dick!"
All three of our bodies were rocking in time with my thrusts inside my niece. Seeing the lust on my wife's face as I fucked another woman was mind blowing. If I'd had any doubts that she'd been telling me the truth about her arousal, they were blown away as she stared more and more at the spot where I was penetrating my lover. That gave me an idea.
I slowed down and encouraged Hannah. "Use your fingers baby. Keep your tongue on her clit and put your fingers inside her. That's it -- the sooner you make her cum the more proud of you I'll be."
Melissa immediately began moaning louder. Hannah was obviously pulling out all the stops. I reached down and pressed her face into the dripping pussy in front of her. I quietly encouraged her as Melissa got louder and louder. Then she was cumming, spasming and grinding onto Hannah's mouth.
"Good girl Hannah -- good girl. Lick it all up!" I continued to hold her head, keeping her in place until Melissa's gasps slowed.
"Are you done baby? Was she good?"
"Oh yeah, she was gooood. I can see why her mother can't resist!"
"I can't either. Hannah, roll over baby."
She gave Melissa's pussy a final passionate lick and rolled onto her back. I grabbed her legs and took control of her, opening her even further. My dick went right where it needed to go. Hannah and I both sighed as I penetrated her.
"Come here baby. Watch me make love to my niece. Watch me fill her up."
Melissa scooted over and was immediately enthralled. I could see her mind go blank as my shaft disappeared into Hannah's body, inches from my wife's face.
"That... is so fucking hot" she breathed. I moved slowly giving her a show -- and not wanting to give her a concussion if I went full speed! It became a slow, sensual grind as my shaft slid into my niece's vagina, then backed out, then pressed deep inside her again.
"Do you like watching me fuck her baby?"
"Looks to me like you're making love. And it's incredible. So fucking hot. Just so fucking hot!"
"Are you making love to me Uncle Carl? Is that okay Aunt Melissa?"
"It's wonderful baby. He can make love to you or fuck you or whatever any time he wants as far as I'm concerned!"
"Auntie, I love it when he cums in my pussy. Is that okay? Can Uncle Carl pump it all inside me?"
My wife swung over and kissed Hannah, slowly and deeply. "I really hope he does Hannah. I want to watch. I really want to watch that."
"You will -- and you'll taste it too!" I informed her. "I'm going to cum as deep inside her as I can, and then you're going to lick it all out, wife of mine!"
"Yes husband -- I can't fucking wait! She tastes delicious, I love your taste, I want both of them -- both of you -- at once!"
She gave Hannah another deep kiss, then moved down for another close look at my cock violating my niece. I pulled out and offered her my dick. My wife sucked it, hard. She could only get to about half, but I thought she was going to pull my balls up into my shaft, she sucked so hard.
"Good girl" I whispered, and her eyes swung up to mine, filled with adoration. I reached down, ran my fingers into her hair, and deprived her of the dick she was sucking so passionately. She stared as I slid it back inside Hannah.
"Ooooh that dick. Thank you Auntie Melissa! It's so fucking hot having you watch! Fuck me Uncle Carl!"
I pulled my wife up to me and kissed her. I whispered "I love you" in her ear as I began thrusting harder into our young lover.
"I love you too -- this is more than I ever dreamed of baby!" my wife whispered back.
I turned her around and bent her over. I gave her a few thrusts, amazed at how wet she was. Then I pulled out and returned to Hannah's body. Her shaved little pussy was pink and puffy. Her clit poked out at the top of a beautiful little slit. I tapped it a few times, earning a gasp. I slid down. Her wet lips kissed my erection. I found the spot and surged into her.
"Cum in her bare pussy! Fill her up!" my wife encouraged me.
"Yes! Yes! Cum! Yes!" Hannah babbled. I fucked faster and faster, loving the way her firm little body rocked from each impact inside her. Melissa latched on to one of Hannah's nipples like a starving woman.
"Suck my titty Aunt Melissa! Oh that fucking DICK!" she screamed. The first jet of sperm had splattered against her cervix. My hips flew into overdrive, hammering my cock deep into her body. More jets of sperm set off her orgasm, and I rammed myself as deep as I could and held myself there. Hannah ground her clit against me as Melissa sucked the young woman's nipple. Her hands cradled Hannah's breast as she sucked. Hannah groaned "cumming -- cumming -- cumming" as our orgasms punctuated our mating.
I fell back, drawing deep breaths into my lungs. Hannah had no chance to recuperate. My wife dove between her legs. Melissa's tongue began a desperate search for sperm.
"Oh FUCK! Oh! Carl -- Uncle Carl, please let me suck you! Please give me your cock!"
I gathered my strength, and what little of my wits I had left, and brought my dick to her mouth. A shudder of pleasure ran through my body as my incestuous lover drew me into her mouth, feeling me, tasting me.
I was spent. Even the vibrations of her moans weren't enough to stop the deflation now. The general needed some rest. Still felt good though!
I reached down and stroked my wife's hair. Every now and then I'd press her face into my young lover's pussy. OUR young lover's pussy. Both of the women loved it. I remembered watching my sister eat Hannah's creamed pussy, and tried to decide which was sexier, my sister doing that or my wife. It's years later now, and I still haven't decided.
Finally Hannah began grinding harder, clasping Melissa's head in her hands. She squealed as yet another orgasm radiated out from her well-loved clit. My wife kissed her way up Hannah's body, leaving little love pecks all over her. When she got close enough, Hannah pulled Melissa to her and they shared a deep, prolonged, very active kiss.
When the kiss was over, it seemed like an invisible referee had blown a whistle. We lay on the bed, exhausted, maybe a bit sore, but deeply relaxed.
"Wow. Wow. You two are amazing. You're each amazing on your own. My wife --" her breasts was closest to my mouth, so I kissed it "-and my lover." I kissed Hannah's neck.
"We're starting a new chapter" I continued. "There are going to be some rules. You're not allowed to say no to me, or -- and this is just as important -- to each other. Hannah, if Melissa wants your tongue what do you say?"
"Yes ma'am!"
"Good girl. Melissa, if Hannah wants your tongue what do you say?"
"I'd say 'can I use my fingers too!'" my wife replied, waving an arm around, trying to find our niece's pussy.
"Good answer! The first creativity award goes to Melissa! These apply to Susan and Tammy as well. So all four of you are getting lipstick tattoos on your beautiful little mounds. Hell, I will too! Any other women who join will have to earn their lipstick."
"Earn the lipstick; I like the sound of that!" Hannah said.
"I like the sound of 'other women' even better!" Melissa said. "Taking charge, aren't you stud?"
"You know it. Any of you can nominate new lovers, but I get the final say-so."
"Yes SIR" my wife replied. She looked impressed.
"One final rule" I started.
"All shaved, all the time?" Hannah guessed.
"TWO final rules. All shaved all the time unless I say otherwise, and he who wields the penis must make all who've earned the lipstick know how wonderful and sexy and appreciated they are."
"Marry me" Melissa said.
"Marry me too!" Hannah laughed!
"Hey, he's mine! ... okay, he's ours." Melissa replied with a smile.
Silence reigned for a while. Then Hannah hopped up. "Who's hungry?
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