Chapter 13: The New Normal

In the days following the Lawson’s departure, hotel routines changed little. As Beth and Horace had been exclusive with each other, the only modification was Céline paid more attention to Jonah.

Unspoken was the realization that their afterlife time in the hotel was limited, and that Jonah’s limit was approaching first.

After a few days of contemplation, Céline approached Andrew.

“You know I love you, dear Andrew. But something is bothering me. Jonah is going to be leaving us soon, and I want to give him a gift before he goes. Besides my cooking, tee-hee!”

Andrew was confused. “A gift?”

“Yes, I want to give him my anus. Unless YOU are willing to volunteer for him?”

“Hey, you know, I like Jonah, but not that way. Hmm. Well, your ass is spectacular, it’s true. A great gift! This is a surprise, let me think about it.”

It was after breakfast the next day. “Céline, here’s what I have decided. First, it’s your sweet ass, not mine. Use it any way you like. If there was no Ella, I would imagine you had been fucking Jean already, despite him being your brother.”

Céline reacted with, “Ew, not happening. No way, no how.”

“Second, some day after Jonah, I’d like a crack at your crack, please.”

“You’re the best, Andrew! I won’t disappoint you.” Céline left him with a face-full of kisses.

After lunch had been served and cleared, Céline flirtatiously took Jonah by the arm and said, “Join me for some soaking?”

In the hot pool, Jonah took his usual seat, semi-reclined with his eyes shut. But this time, Céline sat in his lap. Surprised, he opened his eyes. “What? Don’t you want Andrew, not me?”

Céline grabbed his hands and held them on her tits. “Andrew is my Mr. Right, correct, but you’re Mr. Right Now. Don’t worry, he’s fine. And now my anus wants you buried within.” Grinding, she felt him erecting against her.

Back in the Army, low-rank soldiers like Jonah were used by officers, so Jonah had only received cocks. But he had seen enough to be intrigued. Just imagining being the penetrator instead of the receiver was triggering his lust.

Judging that he was hard enough, Céline left the hot pool and moved to the grass where she had left a paper bag with some butter inside. After greasing up her hole with the butter, she got on her hands and knees and waggled her butt for Jonah.

“See anything you like?”

Jonah growled appreciatively and took position behind her. Recalling his own painful experiences, he was slow and careful until he was fully buried.

“Oh, oh, Jonah, I’m full to bursting. It’s so strange. Let’s try some in-and-out. Not so much, leave some in. Yes! Oh, oh, my God. Faster! Harder! God, your balls are slapping my pussy! I’m coming, uh, uh. Now!”

“Take it all, Céline! Coming, now.”

Jonah withdrew and laid out on his back, while Céline rolled onto her side leaving her knees pulled up. Jonah’s come leaked from her gaping asshole down the cheek of her butt and soaked into the grass.

Andrew had been watching them from the veranda. When he watched Céline butter her buns, he had pulled out his own cock and begun jerking.

Céline opened her eyes and took in the scene. Jonah’s penis was still erect and upright like a flagpole. “Jonah, sweetie, I’m afraid you need a shower so you can get your lovely cock all cleaned up.”

As he moved off, Céline noticed Andrew. “Oh, my love, come here and take over. I want your cock buried in my pussy. Right now!”

“I hear, and obey, my love.”

“Oh, shut up and fuck me!”