Stormy Dark Night
Copyright © 2022, 2023 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 8: Grass Stains
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 8: Grass Stains - Actually, you DO want to get caught dead at Lawson's Hotel. Updated Oct. 2023.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Restart Science Fiction Time Travel Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Oral Sex Voyeurism
Beth and Horace had gone up to their room earlier for an actual nap, not the sex romp Andrew had imagined. Beth had roused first, with a peculiar feeling. It was as if someone was calling her just beyond her hearing. She looked out the window and saw that Jonah, Ella, and Andrew were bathing in the hot spring.
Then Jonah got out. “My goodness, look at that thing!” Beth had just seen his hard-on. He strolled out of her view, followed by Ella. Andrew remained briefly in the water, then he and his erection climbed out and walked off as well.
Beth was aroused and turned to her husband. “Horace, darling? Horace, wake up, please.”
“Hrmph?”
“Horace, I think Jonah is going to sex with Ella. Come with me and see!” They left their room and moved out to the veranda, where they had a view of the grass and the horny trio from the hot spring.
Céline was in the kitchen, considering her options. She wanted to make a cake for Andrew’s first dinner with them all. Did she have all the necessary ingredients? But she was distracted; she needed to pee. Per her usual practice, she squatted over “her” bucket and let fly. Then she took the bucket, added water from the sink tap, and then tipped the diluted mixture into the vegetable garden.
This was her secret for fertilizing. Before her death, Céline had read an article about pioneers who used “night soil” from “chamber pots” in their gardens. (It was surprisingly difficult in those pre-internet days to learn what these historic terms referred to.)
An agricultural scientist wrote that human waste was full of useful nitrogen and other nutrients. Therefore, in her new post-life circumstances, Céline was making vegetables out of lemonade, so to speak.
The garden was around the corner of the hotel from the area where the frolicking trio had been bathing. Céline heard voices, and laughter. Curious, she looked around the corner towards the hot pool, just as Jonah, and his beautiful and hard cock stood up and walked away from the water.
Céline backed up and leaned against the building wall, quietly dropping the empty bucket at her feet. Jonah had been a big disappointment to her, resisting all her attempts to seduce him. He was polite but showed no interest.
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