Snow Bunny Laura Pt. 04

Chapter 8 -- Christina's Awakening Friday, January 8th My dad is in his bedroom on his back with two women on top of him. One is sitting on his face getting her pussy eaten, while the other bounces on his cock. I don't recognize the brunette with the giant boobs, but the blonde woman, who has her back to us, looks familiar. I think I know who she is, but it's difficult to believe I'm right. The women lean into each other and kiss while fondling each other's tits. The brunette's smile reveals how much she is enjoying herself. Since moving, Dad's had several women here, so it's not unusual for me to walk in and see him in mid-fuck, or to wake up to a naked woman emerging from the bathroom. At least, that's when he's home. I assume he stays at one of his girlfriend's places on the weekends because he rarely comes home before Sunday evening. The blonde lady slows her bouncing to a steady gyration and palms the brunette's tits, bringing one

Joe and Natalie were new neighbours of mine. They were a young couple and only recently married from what I could gather. I thought that they were rather an odd couple as she was young and vivacious and while he was just as young he was a grump. Nothing seemed to satisfy him. I could hear them arguing quite often, usually with him finding fault with something she'd done. Still, she certainly knew how to stand up to him, giving back as good as she got. One week I noticed that the amount of arguing had taken a sudden decrease. By a decrease I mean that there weren't any arguments at all. I also noticed that while Natalie was out and about I didn't see Joe at all. I idly wondered if she'd done him in and buried him in the back yard. I mentioned his absence in passing and Natalie informed me that he was interstate and would be back in a few days. Then our beloved Governor called for a Covid lockdown, insisting that everyone stay at home and anyone coming in from interstat

Neale and Sabine Johnson holidayed every year in the South of France. They always chose their resort carefully and often stayed in a small hotel with a modest number of rooms, but where the service was excellent and the cuisine unmatched by many similarly sized hotels close-by. You had privacy and not the crowds and helter-skelter of a place that had been featured on many a TV holiday programme. They were both in their early fifties, childless, and Neale had sold out his business some two years ago. He no longer felt the slightest inclination to continue with the daily grind. Instead, he undertook some consultancy work and could decide where to do so and, most importantly, when. The summer months were for him and Sabine to travel and to see friends. Now, after two weeks of being in the company of Sabine's extended family, they were on their own. They walked, swam and jogged most days and were supremely fit and toned. They ate sparingly and were fussy about how they dressed and ap

The text was cryptic, just a time, the hotel name and a room number, from an unknown number... Do you dare? You wait outside the front of the hotel, nervously smoothing down your blouse. Your hands tremble slightly as you try to steady your breathing. You're both terrified and aroused... Do you go in? You step into the hotel lobby and glance around. You don't know who sent the text... could it be the dark haired stranger leaning casually against the bar? Or the tall, well dressed man skimming through the newspaper in the corner? You feel a blush rising over your chest in anticipation... You look for the lift before you lose your nerve. Room 317. As you approach the door you can see that it's slightly ajar, inviting you to take that step into the unknown. You pause, fiddling with your wedding ring nervously and wondering if you should take it off. The lights are off inside the room, the thick curtains drawn across the windows, obscuring the view of the city below. Quietly

This is Part three of this new tale. Those that are enjoying it I hope you like this part as well. I've wasted enough time in part two defending this story and stating that I hadn't read BreaktheBar's Font of Fertility before starting. I hope this part shows that to be true. Yes, I've since read it and yes, even I was surprised at the similarities. However, let me state here again this was a concept I came up with in my desire to tell a tale of polyamorous lifestyles that blended with some mind control and Harry Potter type magic. MY INSPERATION was Greek Mythology, Harry Potter, the legend of Camelot and its Druid Sorcerer Merlin Emrys. With just a hint of Starwars (yet to come), Elric of Melniboné and the Highlander movies and TV show. While I love hearing from my readers and love getting your feedback, suggestions, and what you like or dislike about the story. Any further "Anonymous" comments calling me a liar and thief will be deleted. Let me leave you w

As a middle-aged man with a divorce behind me and a newly found openness I had begun to explore my fascinations with gay sex. Throughout my marriage my ex and I had explored lots of things together but never got beyond the talk when it came to me and a guy. Our sex fantasy conversations had developed many scenarios and, at the time, I had felt that it might happen, that a casual meeting in a bar or an old 'friend' of hers, or some other circumstance would lead to another man in the bedroom for us to share. But it never did, and my slowly growing urges had to be satisfied by her teaching me how to blow her dildo, her filling my mouth with my cum that had just filled hers and her slowly teaching me how to take her pegging. I loved it all. To this day, were we to ever hook-up again, I know it would come up and she'd be fascinated to know, "have you?' she'd say, "have you sucked a real cock?" But that won't happen, and she'll never know what has