CHAPTER EIGHT
Cheryl only moaned something unintelligible and Jim went to the couch and scooped her petite, elfin body up in his strong arms. Carrying her a few steps closer to the fireplace, he put her down on her back; as he did, her softly sculpted thighs spread invitingly wide and her pelvis undulated up suggestively toward him as he lowered himself over her, wedging his slim hips down between her widespread legs. “Well?” he urged, leering down into her passion contorted face.
“Oh, God, Jim… just go ahead and do it… t-to me!”
Again he coaxed. “Do what, darling?”
His chunky cock-head went down into her cuntal-slit, the huge blood-filled smoothness of it in electric contact with her throbbing clitoris. Slowly, his hips flexed and he rubbed it teasingly against the throbbing little bud.
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Jumaat, 21 Jun 2013
Khamis, 20 Jun 2013
English : The Honeymoon Couple (Pasangan Berbulan Madu) - Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
In spite of complete sexual satiety—for the time being—it was the pangs of hunger, which finally brought them all downstairs to the evening meal, served piping hot, buffet style by Nancy Barber and Charlotte Harding.
Jim hobbled down the stairs, assuring everyone that he was fit and feeling fine. They ate in relative silence, ravenously, seated in the living room, where there was a roaring fire in the fireplace, giving them all a warm glow of home-like amenity.
Frank sat near Cheryl, and although he said very little to his wife, his attitude and the way he looked at her told her more plainly than words that he knew all about it… already—or at least, he might have guessed. As she looked about, seeing Nancy, vivacious and fawning over Jim Harding, still acting more or less as his self-appointed nurse, Charlotte, tolerant of Nancy, shooting lascivious glances at Frank, she shuddered with the knowledge that almost everyone in the room had had some sexual congress with most of the others. In her mind, it was a bizarre situation. And, later on, tonight, they’re all going to do it… openly… if I understand what Charlotte was saying. Ugh! I really don’t want to have any part of it! I don’t see how they could do it… with other people watching! She hadn’t promised that she would take part in their open swinging. I could just watch I suppose… There was Frank, her husband; he would be champing at the bit, she knew now, wanting to be a part of it all, and some of her newfound knowledge helped her to understand him a little better. But, it has to be evened out, I suppose! Id be a real wet blanket and spoil it for everybody… if I didn’t go along with it. It was a difficult decision to make; she thought it kind of a cold-blooded thing… to just make up one’s mind to have sexual intercourse in a group where everybody would be expected to do it with everybody else. Somehow, it seemed to detract from the real meaning of sex.
In spite of complete sexual satiety—for the time being—it was the pangs of hunger, which finally brought them all downstairs to the evening meal, served piping hot, buffet style by Nancy Barber and Charlotte Harding.
Jim hobbled down the stairs, assuring everyone that he was fit and feeling fine. They ate in relative silence, ravenously, seated in the living room, where there was a roaring fire in the fireplace, giving them all a warm glow of home-like amenity.
Frank sat near Cheryl, and although he said very little to his wife, his attitude and the way he looked at her told her more plainly than words that he knew all about it… already—or at least, he might have guessed. As she looked about, seeing Nancy, vivacious and fawning over Jim Harding, still acting more or less as his self-appointed nurse, Charlotte, tolerant of Nancy, shooting lascivious glances at Frank, she shuddered with the knowledge that almost everyone in the room had had some sexual congress with most of the others. In her mind, it was a bizarre situation. And, later on, tonight, they’re all going to do it… openly… if I understand what Charlotte was saying. Ugh! I really don’t want to have any part of it! I don’t see how they could do it… with other people watching! She hadn’t promised that she would take part in their open swinging. I could just watch I suppose… There was Frank, her husband; he would be champing at the bit, she knew now, wanting to be a part of it all, and some of her newfound knowledge helped her to understand him a little better. But, it has to be evened out, I suppose! Id be a real wet blanket and spoil it for everybody… if I didn’t go along with it. It was a difficult decision to make; she thought it kind of a cold-blooded thing… to just make up one’s mind to have sexual intercourse in a group where everybody would be expected to do it with everybody else. Somehow, it seemed to detract from the real meaning of sex.
Rabu, 19 Jun 2013
English : The Honeymoon Couple (Pasangan Berbulan Madu) - Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Afterward, Nancy Barber snuggled down between the two virile men. She had never felt happier than at this moment, but something disquieting had happened, she remembered, just at the moment Frank, pummeling into her, had brought her to soaring orgasm, while at almost exactly the same time she had been desperately swallowing Jim’s thick semen jetting into her mouth.
“What was Cheryl’s problem?” she asked, turning to Frank.
“She was upset, walking in on us and seeing all three of us going at it like that,” Frank explained.
“Still holding out, eh?” Jim asked. “I was hoping that Charlotte would be able to soften her up for tonight!”
“What’s happening tonight?” It was Frank’s question.
“I was hoping we’d have an open-swinging session… with everybody balling!”
“Well,” Nancy was thoughtful. “I don’t know about Gene, either.”
Frank volunteered the information, “Gene was with Cheryl earlier, but I don’t know what happened… whether he made it with her or not.”
Afterward, Nancy Barber snuggled down between the two virile men. She had never felt happier than at this moment, but something disquieting had happened, she remembered, just at the moment Frank, pummeling into her, had brought her to soaring orgasm, while at almost exactly the same time she had been desperately swallowing Jim’s thick semen jetting into her mouth.
“What was Cheryl’s problem?” she asked, turning to Frank.
“She was upset, walking in on us and seeing all three of us going at it like that,” Frank explained.
“Still holding out, eh?” Jim asked. “I was hoping that Charlotte would be able to soften her up for tonight!”
“What’s happening tonight?” It was Frank’s question.
“I was hoping we’d have an open-swinging session… with everybody balling!”
“Well,” Nancy was thoughtful. “I don’t know about Gene, either.”
Frank volunteered the information, “Gene was with Cheryl earlier, but I don’t know what happened… whether he made it with her or not.”
Selasa, 18 Jun 2013
English : The Honeymoon Couple (Pasangan Berbulan Madu) - Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
The pudgy lawyer, Gene Barber, after having forced Cheryl Paynter to fellate him, had gone to his and Nancy’s bedroom down the hall, roundly cursing himself for a bungling fool when it came to sex. The truth should have been obvious to him; it was this very lack of finesse, his atrociously crude approach coupled with practically no technique at all, which had been surely driving his bride Nancy away from him and into the arms of other men, as well as to experimentation with lesbian sex. Now, this failure with Cheryl—so far his one and only attempt to bed another woman—stung him to the core.
He reviewed it all in his mind and decided that he had forced the whole thing with Cheryl from the beginning. Maybe I should have soft-talked her into it, kissed her, played with her tits and cunt… and then used my mouth on her cunt to make damned sure she was ready! “Christ! That’s it! I should have realized that a long time ago!” he muttered to himself, slamming a fist into a palm.
Breaking out a bottle of Scotch from his luggage, he toasted himself, drinking from the gurgling neck of the bottle. “Here’s to the new Gene Barber, who’s going to lick his way up in the world of cunt!”
After fortifying himself with another neat belt from the bottle, Barber left his room, and just as he stepped out into the hallway, he found himself watching a tense, dramatic tableau through the open door of the Hardings’ room directly across the hall. Cheryl Paynter stood there horrified as she watched her husband Frank pounding his cock deep into the lawyer’s wife’s cunt, fucking her from behind, animal-fashion, while Nancy, in turn was bobbing her head up and down their host’s massive length.
The pudgy lawyer, Gene Barber, after having forced Cheryl Paynter to fellate him, had gone to his and Nancy’s bedroom down the hall, roundly cursing himself for a bungling fool when it came to sex. The truth should have been obvious to him; it was this very lack of finesse, his atrociously crude approach coupled with practically no technique at all, which had been surely driving his bride Nancy away from him and into the arms of other men, as well as to experimentation with lesbian sex. Now, this failure with Cheryl—so far his one and only attempt to bed another woman—stung him to the core.
He reviewed it all in his mind and decided that he had forced the whole thing with Cheryl from the beginning. Maybe I should have soft-talked her into it, kissed her, played with her tits and cunt… and then used my mouth on her cunt to make damned sure she was ready! “Christ! That’s it! I should have realized that a long time ago!” he muttered to himself, slamming a fist into a palm.
Breaking out a bottle of Scotch from his luggage, he toasted himself, drinking from the gurgling neck of the bottle. “Here’s to the new Gene Barber, who’s going to lick his way up in the world of cunt!”
After fortifying himself with another neat belt from the bottle, Barber left his room, and just as he stepped out into the hallway, he found himself watching a tense, dramatic tableau through the open door of the Hardings’ room directly across the hall. Cheryl Paynter stood there horrified as she watched her husband Frank pounding his cock deep into the lawyer’s wife’s cunt, fucking her from behind, animal-fashion, while Nancy, in turn was bobbing her head up and down their host’s massive length.
Isnin, 17 Jun 2013
English : The Honeymoon Couple (Pasangan Berbulan Madu) - Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
Nancy Barber was more relaxed now; she wasn’t as frantically worried as she had been when they had first removed Jim Harding’s inert, unconscious body from his wrecked plane.
After he had been moved inside and carried upstairs to his own bed, she had taken complete charge of him. There was a nasty bump, on his forehead in combination with a superficial cut, which she had dressed. Then, in the privacy of his bedroom, she had undressed him completely, examining his body thoroughly for other injuries. She found a bruise on his chest and another cut on his knee. He also had a badly sprained wrist; otherwise, there were no serious injuries that she could find.
It was a real relief to her, when he opened his eyes, their pale blueness as yet unfocused as he looked about the room uncomprehendingly for a moment; then, he was stretching under the bed coverings, instinctively trying to find out how badly he may have been hurt in the crash. He remembered having been thrown forward hard against his seat belt. The plane was somersaulting and his head was banging into something… then there was nothing but unconscious blackness until this moment.
He saw green eyes below lustrous auburn hair looking down at him. “Nancy…?”
“Yes, Jim?”
“Did I total out the plane?”
“Yes.”
“How about me?” he asked.
“You’ve had a bad bump on the head.”
“No broken bones?”
“Not as far as I could tell, Jim…”
Nancy Barber was more relaxed now; she wasn’t as frantically worried as she had been when they had first removed Jim Harding’s inert, unconscious body from his wrecked plane.
After he had been moved inside and carried upstairs to his own bed, she had taken complete charge of him. There was a nasty bump, on his forehead in combination with a superficial cut, which she had dressed. Then, in the privacy of his bedroom, she had undressed him completely, examining his body thoroughly for other injuries. She found a bruise on his chest and another cut on his knee. He also had a badly sprained wrist; otherwise, there were no serious injuries that she could find.
It was a real relief to her, when he opened his eyes, their pale blueness as yet unfocused as he looked about the room uncomprehendingly for a moment; then, he was stretching under the bed coverings, instinctively trying to find out how badly he may have been hurt in the crash. He remembered having been thrown forward hard against his seat belt. The plane was somersaulting and his head was banging into something… then there was nothing but unconscious blackness until this moment.
He saw green eyes below lustrous auburn hair looking down at him. “Nancy…?”
“Yes, Jim?”
“Did I total out the plane?”
“Yes.”
“How about me?” he asked.
“You’ve had a bad bump on the head.”
“No broken bones?”
“Not as far as I could tell, Jim…”
Ahad, 16 Jun 2013
English : The Honeymoon Couple (Pasangan Berbulan Madu) - Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Charlotte Harding, although she was very much concerned and worried about her husband’s injuries and wanted very much to take care of him, as a matter of wifely duty, found herself giving way to Nancy Barber, whose extensive medical knowledge and a Registered Nurse’s certificate qualified her better to attend him. She withdrew graciously leaving Nancy in charge of Jim, for now there were other things, to worry about, too.
After Gene Barber’s discovery that the radio in the airplane was useless, it was necessary to prepare for an indefinite stay at the lodge. She talked to Jonothan.
“Can you get through to the town and get help for us?”
“It is a three day, maybe four day, ride Mrs. Harding, but before I go, I will kill some fresh meat.”
True to his word, they heard the booming report of his rifle come to them over the snow-covered stillness, and within the hour he had hung the skinned and eviscerated deer on a tree near the back door of the lodge. Then, leading a second horse, he was gone, his dark figure against the snow disappearing over the rise to the east.
Then, Charlotte organized them for the siege. She sent Frank and Gene for more firewood, and with Cheryl’s help made an inventory of the foodstuffs in the kitchen, finding that they were really in pretty good shape, since, Jim had provisioned the lodge well. With the addition of the venison, Jonothan had provided there was no immediate danger that anyone would suffer from hunger, and they were snug in the warm shelter of the lodge.
Charlotte Harding, although she was very much concerned and worried about her husband’s injuries and wanted very much to take care of him, as a matter of wifely duty, found herself giving way to Nancy Barber, whose extensive medical knowledge and a Registered Nurse’s certificate qualified her better to attend him. She withdrew graciously leaving Nancy in charge of Jim, for now there were other things, to worry about, too.
After Gene Barber’s discovery that the radio in the airplane was useless, it was necessary to prepare for an indefinite stay at the lodge. She talked to Jonothan.
“Can you get through to the town and get help for us?”
“It is a three day, maybe four day, ride Mrs. Harding, but before I go, I will kill some fresh meat.”
True to his word, they heard the booming report of his rifle come to them over the snow-covered stillness, and within the hour he had hung the skinned and eviscerated deer on a tree near the back door of the lodge. Then, leading a second horse, he was gone, his dark figure against the snow disappearing over the rise to the east.
Then, Charlotte organized them for the siege. She sent Frank and Gene for more firewood, and with Cheryl’s help made an inventory of the foodstuffs in the kitchen, finding that they were really in pretty good shape, since, Jim had provisioned the lodge well. With the addition of the venison, Jonothan had provided there was no immediate danger that anyone would suffer from hunger, and they were snug in the warm shelter of the lodge.
Jumaat, 14 Jun 2013
English : The Honeymoon Couple (Pasangan Berbulan Madu) - Chapter 1
CHAPTER ONE
Lifting a steaming mug of welcome black coffee to his lips, Frank Paynter smiled across the rustic table at the voluptuous brunette, his clear, brown eyes lingering, liking what he saw, as he lied glibly.
“My horse went lame on me.”
“Had you run Toby in the snow?” Charlotte Harding asked. She knew that the roan gelding wasn’t lame. Having just helped her hunting lodge guest to unsaddle the big red horse, she would have noticed anything wrong with Toby when she had put him in his stall.
“No,” he answered then offered another excuse. “It’s a lousy day for hunting. Too much snow…”
“It’s easier to track the game… elk especially.”
“The fact is that I wanted to come back,” Frank admitted.
Charlotte looked at him quizzically, an eyebrow going up slightly above grey-green eyes, kindling with interest at this new gambit, as she asked, “Oh…?”
Running a nervous hand through his jet-black hair, which had just begun to show a few silvery strands at the temples, he laughed, “I didn’t feel like shooting defenseless animals.” Then, he was plucking a cigarette from the package in his heavy wool shirt pocket and lighting it in the silence. “Actually,” he went on, after a moment, “I’m more inclined to indoor sports!”
“Not so risky…?” she smiled, guessing already what he was thinking.
Lifting a steaming mug of welcome black coffee to his lips, Frank Paynter smiled across the rustic table at the voluptuous brunette, his clear, brown eyes lingering, liking what he saw, as he lied glibly.
“My horse went lame on me.”
“Had you run Toby in the snow?” Charlotte Harding asked. She knew that the roan gelding wasn’t lame. Having just helped her hunting lodge guest to unsaddle the big red horse, she would have noticed anything wrong with Toby when she had put him in his stall.
“No,” he answered then offered another excuse. “It’s a lousy day for hunting. Too much snow…”
“It’s easier to track the game… elk especially.”
“The fact is that I wanted to come back,” Frank admitted.
Charlotte looked at him quizzically, an eyebrow going up slightly above grey-green eyes, kindling with interest at this new gambit, as she asked, “Oh…?”
Running a nervous hand through his jet-black hair, which had just begun to show a few silvery strands at the temples, he laughed, “I didn’t feel like shooting defenseless animals.” Then, he was plucking a cigarette from the package in his heavy wool shirt pocket and lighting it in the silence. “Actually,” he went on, after a moment, “I’m more inclined to indoor sports!”
“Not so risky…?” she smiled, guessing already what he was thinking.
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