MVP6
01-29-2009, 10:54 AM
Ustin and Manon met while on holiday in Prague and fell in love at first sight. Ustin was Russian and Manon was from France. He loved Manon's impulsive ways and she his strong resilience. Other than the language of love The only words they shared in common were a smattering of Portuguese. Nevertheless, their's was a whirlwind romance ending in engagement after two weeks. They were back in Shuvalovka by the end of the next week getting married the first morning available.
That was the day a letter arrived from Manon's uncle in America whom she had only met once as a small sweet girl. Neither of them could read English and when they had it interpreted they learned that he had passed away and left them a small dairy farm in Wisconsin, a plane ticket, and a French to English phrase book. Ustin sold his '64 Zaporozhet, emptied his bank account, and liquidated all his assets which were not worth much since the collapse of the Russian stock market. Together they had enough to buy another plane ticket and embarked that same morning. Manon was seated in first class while Ustin was relegated to third class but they were overjoyed at least to be on the same plane. If they had known about the mile high club there is no doubt that they would have consummated their marriage, but alas they were just thrilled to be starting a new life together.
When they arrived in Milwaukee Ustin was worried that they would not have enough money left to take a cab to their new farm, let alone buy anything to eat, and he did his best to communicate that to Manon. She had no
cares about food, being so engrossed in her new role as blushing bride, but was very worried, for no good reason, that if Ustin did not take her virginity officially as a married couple that they would be deported. She had spent the whole flight looking through her phrasebook trying to find the right word for "deflowering." By the time she told Ustin what she wanted and he tried to look it up using a backwards procedure in his Russian to English phrasebook what he understood was that she wanted him to weed her cat. He just smiled weakly and drew her close in a warm embrace but since she was pointing frantically to her pussy he imagined that 'weeding the cat' meant she wanted him to bury his face in her pubes as soon as possible and he had no objection to throwing her back on their new honeymoon bed the first instant they arrived in Cambridge, WI to then 'graze the watercress' which would have been the french way to say it if any of the risque words at all had been in his phrasebook or if either of them owned a Russian to French phrasebook.
Full of excitement and fear they held hands, as only new lovebirds would, the whole trip and never let go until he carried her across the threshold. True to his understanding of her expectations Ustin promptly carried Manon to the bed, threw up her dress, and lapped studiously at her moist nether lips until she, taking a fistful of hair in each hand pulled him up. She could taste her own pussy on his lips and it turned her on though Ustin would not know that for a while and at the moment he was put off because she was rummaging around in her purse trying to retrieve some condoms. Their first time as newlyweds in their new home was amazing as they explored each others bodies and each others desires. Perhaps it was even better as they could barely talk and they needed to rely on moans and smiles that much more to know what the other liked.
Next they explored the farm and discovered that they had inherited a dairyless dairy farm. If they could have read English they would have found the letter from the animal control officer at the police department telling dead Uncle Charles that all the animals had been impounded because they were being neglected and that they would be returned after a hefty fine was paid. Still they were the proud owners of a farmhouse, a barn, a shed and a few miscellaneous buildings on about ten acres of beautiful mid-west rolling fields and they fucked in each building as well as in the middle of the fields the first week.
That first year was a year of unbridled sex which at least once included a zuchinni from the garden that Manon had planted so they could set up a farmers market and earn some money to buy cows. No one ever came to their market as they were a bit out of the way but Manon did manage to can about two hundred pounds of vegetables and store the jars in the tornado shelter.
One day they were passing the empty mink cages which came with the farm and Ustin was grinning stupidly and gesturing rudely that they should make like the minks and screw wildly. They shed their clothes rapidly then Manon decided it would be fun to climb the ladder up to the loft. Wiggling her butt enticingly she flashed her cunt to her dear husband and he scrambled up as fast as he could sticking his nose between her aromatic cleft from underneath her on the ladder every time he caught up. Unfortunately, it was later when they jumped down from the loft naked that they both sprained an ankle and found themselves housebound for a couple of weeks. It was also one of the best things that could have happened to them. Not only did they make love all day stopping only to eat a jar of something from the pantry but they couldn't make any trips into town which had, unknown to them, quickly taken a dangerous turn.
A flu pandemic had begun that day they fucked doggy style in the loft and it was spreading rapidly to anyone who was unlucky enough to interact with just about anyone. By day two 20% of the nation had what was not an ordinary flu and some were already developing pneumonia or dying from other complications. By day five the TV they rarely watched was advising all
citizens to stay home and warning that the health department would be out culling chickens who were the source of the flu. The frisky couple never even knew that the army jeeps and an old truck commandeered to kill and pick up chickens had arrived at their farm as at the time Manon was bent over an old chair in the watershed with Ustin's tongue delicately circling and stabbing at her cute pink asshole. The national guard found no chickens and left without incident, doing no more damage than nailing a poster to the front door that Ustin had so carefully painted red with a stylish and artistic barn star.
One morning, Котенок, or kitten, as Ustin called her woke him with a fantastic blowjob then wiping her lips with the back of her hand, lazily rolled over to turn on the TV for the first time in a while. Slowly it dawned on them both that something was terribly wrong with the outside world. Secluded in their own little love nest they did not know that 40% of the
population had gotten sick and they did not realize that 80% of the sick had died, but the images on TV painted a horrible picture of what was happening which to them seemed like the end of the world. That was also the same day that first the TV and then the electricity went out. By the 15th day of the pandemic there were no more airplanes in the sky and even several miles away from the main part of Cambridge the world was eerily silent by day and
oddly dark at night. Manon and Usty held each other close for the next few nights and clung to each other as they had never done before. The house was cold and they cuddled for warmth as much as for reassurance.
Kitten cried bitterly and refused to let Usten walk into town to see what was happening so he stayed home rather than drag her along hanging onto his arms. Instead with his shirt off he worked up a sweat and an appetite cutting firewood to heat the house at night. Manon hugged him from behind as he took a break enjoying the slipperyness of his sexy body glistening and
tanned in the sun. The electric water pump hadn't worked in days and they both smelled musky but then again they had learned to appreciate the various smells produced by their young sexy bodies. Her tiny hand reached into his zipper and worked his hefty growing member into a full state of arousal. She pressed her firm and pert boobs against his back while he reached back and held her waist. Out by the woodpile and lacking any birth control she turned, then rubbed his pre-cumm slicked foreskin sheathed cock against her rear door to communicate her intent. Later they walked to the watershed carrying a water bucket and wearing nothing but shoes then made sad sweet love again on the chair as much to connect as to relieve tension, worry and a touch of lust that wouldn't go away even in those dire times.
They next couple of weeks they imagined the worst. Thinking they were the only couple left on earth, a modern day 'Adam and Le Veille,' they toiled hard all day long working the incomplete farm to make provisions for the winter. Then made love every night to cement their love as much as for any other reason. They began to make forays away from the farm to see what they could learn. The nearest neighbor's house was a mile and a half away; nothing was there. Depressed and numb they walked further toward town not even remembering to put on clothes as they had become accustomed, in the fall heat and lacking air conditioning, to go nude. Nearing another house they again found nothing, but seeing some wash on the line realized they should dress. Nothing fit and they shared a fit of hysterical laughter to break the somber mood. Deeply disheartened they went home without walking the last mile into town, discarding the ridiculous and comical clothing as they went. The next morning, just before sunrise Котенок woke Usty and pulled him outside to be a witness to the new day. She had a small spade with her and as solemnly as they could they buried all their condoms. Offering him a page torn from his phrasebook he saw that she had circled the word "repopulate." After lunch they disrupted their routine of constant work to do what they had never done before; make love without protection.
Tenderly he lowered her to their bed kissing her lips passionately and gently.
They pulled each other close with a bittersweet desperation. He kissed her neck and she his, sometimes including soft bites. He entered her slowly, intentionally, feeling the warmth of her canal and the naked feeling of an uncovered cock against her wetness for the first time. She cried out and pulled him all the way in grasping his back with her legs wrapped around him as if she wanted to make him a permanent part of her. Long and slow they went on, then hard with an anger they both shared, not toward each other but for their situation, he frantically pounded into her again and again. They stayed in the missionary position, and when not crazed, each saw in the other's eyes all they needed. Eventually he came filling her with his white creamy seed. He kept rocking in and out. He was going to make sure that every bit of cum he had went inside. He would go until he shot again if he had to. She came after a few more minutes but he was so intent on his self-imposed task, and so out of control, that he didn't notice. After a short while she called out: Usty, Usty, stop!" She cried in his shoulder, "Usty,c'est tout exact, bien, bien..." She pushed him over and they lay side by side panting, holding hands. "Я огорченн" he said. They didn't know each other's words but they understood all that they needed.
A few hours later Manon came running to get Ustin from the barn. Her eyes were pleading and she was both happy and afraid. She grabbed his hand and lead him to the front of the house. There they met a very shocked but yet unfazed Amish couple who politely made no note of their nudity in this strange situation. They were dressed all in black and sitting high in a horse drawn wagon. The discarded clothes stolen from the neighbors laundry line were on the seat next to them. The two couples smiled, shook hands, and even hugged still not caring that two of them were nude (except for shoes). They were all just overjoyed to not be alone anymore.
That was the day a letter arrived from Manon's uncle in America whom she had only met once as a small sweet girl. Neither of them could read English and when they had it interpreted they learned that he had passed away and left them a small dairy farm in Wisconsin, a plane ticket, and a French to English phrase book. Ustin sold his '64 Zaporozhet, emptied his bank account, and liquidated all his assets which were not worth much since the collapse of the Russian stock market. Together they had enough to buy another plane ticket and embarked that same morning. Manon was seated in first class while Ustin was relegated to third class but they were overjoyed at least to be on the same plane. If they had known about the mile high club there is no doubt that they would have consummated their marriage, but alas they were just thrilled to be starting a new life together.
When they arrived in Milwaukee Ustin was worried that they would not have enough money left to take a cab to their new farm, let alone buy anything to eat, and he did his best to communicate that to Manon. She had no
cares about food, being so engrossed in her new role as blushing bride, but was very worried, for no good reason, that if Ustin did not take her virginity officially as a married couple that they would be deported. She had spent the whole flight looking through her phrasebook trying to find the right word for "deflowering." By the time she told Ustin what she wanted and he tried to look it up using a backwards procedure in his Russian to English phrasebook what he understood was that she wanted him to weed her cat. He just smiled weakly and drew her close in a warm embrace but since she was pointing frantically to her pussy he imagined that 'weeding the cat' meant she wanted him to bury his face in her pubes as soon as possible and he had no objection to throwing her back on their new honeymoon bed the first instant they arrived in Cambridge, WI to then 'graze the watercress' which would have been the french way to say it if any of the risque words at all had been in his phrasebook or if either of them owned a Russian to French phrasebook.
Full of excitement and fear they held hands, as only new lovebirds would, the whole trip and never let go until he carried her across the threshold. True to his understanding of her expectations Ustin promptly carried Manon to the bed, threw up her dress, and lapped studiously at her moist nether lips until she, taking a fistful of hair in each hand pulled him up. She could taste her own pussy on his lips and it turned her on though Ustin would not know that for a while and at the moment he was put off because she was rummaging around in her purse trying to retrieve some condoms. Their first time as newlyweds in their new home was amazing as they explored each others bodies and each others desires. Perhaps it was even better as they could barely talk and they needed to rely on moans and smiles that much more to know what the other liked.
Next they explored the farm and discovered that they had inherited a dairyless dairy farm. If they could have read English they would have found the letter from the animal control officer at the police department telling dead Uncle Charles that all the animals had been impounded because they were being neglected and that they would be returned after a hefty fine was paid. Still they were the proud owners of a farmhouse, a barn, a shed and a few miscellaneous buildings on about ten acres of beautiful mid-west rolling fields and they fucked in each building as well as in the middle of the fields the first week.
That first year was a year of unbridled sex which at least once included a zuchinni from the garden that Manon had planted so they could set up a farmers market and earn some money to buy cows. No one ever came to their market as they were a bit out of the way but Manon did manage to can about two hundred pounds of vegetables and store the jars in the tornado shelter.
One day they were passing the empty mink cages which came with the farm and Ustin was grinning stupidly and gesturing rudely that they should make like the minks and screw wildly. They shed their clothes rapidly then Manon decided it would be fun to climb the ladder up to the loft. Wiggling her butt enticingly she flashed her cunt to her dear husband and he scrambled up as fast as he could sticking his nose between her aromatic cleft from underneath her on the ladder every time he caught up. Unfortunately, it was later when they jumped down from the loft naked that they both sprained an ankle and found themselves housebound for a couple of weeks. It was also one of the best things that could have happened to them. Not only did they make love all day stopping only to eat a jar of something from the pantry but they couldn't make any trips into town which had, unknown to them, quickly taken a dangerous turn.
A flu pandemic had begun that day they fucked doggy style in the loft and it was spreading rapidly to anyone who was unlucky enough to interact with just about anyone. By day two 20% of the nation had what was not an ordinary flu and some were already developing pneumonia or dying from other complications. By day five the TV they rarely watched was advising all
citizens to stay home and warning that the health department would be out culling chickens who were the source of the flu. The frisky couple never even knew that the army jeeps and an old truck commandeered to kill and pick up chickens had arrived at their farm as at the time Manon was bent over an old chair in the watershed with Ustin's tongue delicately circling and stabbing at her cute pink asshole. The national guard found no chickens and left without incident, doing no more damage than nailing a poster to the front door that Ustin had so carefully painted red with a stylish and artistic barn star.
One morning, Котенок, or kitten, as Ustin called her woke him with a fantastic blowjob then wiping her lips with the back of her hand, lazily rolled over to turn on the TV for the first time in a while. Slowly it dawned on them both that something was terribly wrong with the outside world. Secluded in their own little love nest they did not know that 40% of the
population had gotten sick and they did not realize that 80% of the sick had died, but the images on TV painted a horrible picture of what was happening which to them seemed like the end of the world. That was also the same day that first the TV and then the electricity went out. By the 15th day of the pandemic there were no more airplanes in the sky and even several miles away from the main part of Cambridge the world was eerily silent by day and
oddly dark at night. Manon and Usty held each other close for the next few nights and clung to each other as they had never done before. The house was cold and they cuddled for warmth as much as for reassurance.
Kitten cried bitterly and refused to let Usten walk into town to see what was happening so he stayed home rather than drag her along hanging onto his arms. Instead with his shirt off he worked up a sweat and an appetite cutting firewood to heat the house at night. Manon hugged him from behind as he took a break enjoying the slipperyness of his sexy body glistening and
tanned in the sun. The electric water pump hadn't worked in days and they both smelled musky but then again they had learned to appreciate the various smells produced by their young sexy bodies. Her tiny hand reached into his zipper and worked his hefty growing member into a full state of arousal. She pressed her firm and pert boobs against his back while he reached back and held her waist. Out by the woodpile and lacking any birth control she turned, then rubbed his pre-cumm slicked foreskin sheathed cock against her rear door to communicate her intent. Later they walked to the watershed carrying a water bucket and wearing nothing but shoes then made sad sweet love again on the chair as much to connect as to relieve tension, worry and a touch of lust that wouldn't go away even in those dire times.
They next couple of weeks they imagined the worst. Thinking they were the only couple left on earth, a modern day 'Adam and Le Veille,' they toiled hard all day long working the incomplete farm to make provisions for the winter. Then made love every night to cement their love as much as for any other reason. They began to make forays away from the farm to see what they could learn. The nearest neighbor's house was a mile and a half away; nothing was there. Depressed and numb they walked further toward town not even remembering to put on clothes as they had become accustomed, in the fall heat and lacking air conditioning, to go nude. Nearing another house they again found nothing, but seeing some wash on the line realized they should dress. Nothing fit and they shared a fit of hysterical laughter to break the somber mood. Deeply disheartened they went home without walking the last mile into town, discarding the ridiculous and comical clothing as they went. The next morning, just before sunrise Котенок woke Usty and pulled him outside to be a witness to the new day. She had a small spade with her and as solemnly as they could they buried all their condoms. Offering him a page torn from his phrasebook he saw that she had circled the word "repopulate." After lunch they disrupted their routine of constant work to do what they had never done before; make love without protection.
Tenderly he lowered her to their bed kissing her lips passionately and gently.
They pulled each other close with a bittersweet desperation. He kissed her neck and she his, sometimes including soft bites. He entered her slowly, intentionally, feeling the warmth of her canal and the naked feeling of an uncovered cock against her wetness for the first time. She cried out and pulled him all the way in grasping his back with her legs wrapped around him as if she wanted to make him a permanent part of her. Long and slow they went on, then hard with an anger they both shared, not toward each other but for their situation, he frantically pounded into her again and again. They stayed in the missionary position, and when not crazed, each saw in the other's eyes all they needed. Eventually he came filling her with his white creamy seed. He kept rocking in and out. He was going to make sure that every bit of cum he had went inside. He would go until he shot again if he had to. She came after a few more minutes but he was so intent on his self-imposed task, and so out of control, that he didn't notice. After a short while she called out: Usty, Usty, stop!" She cried in his shoulder, "Usty,c'est tout exact, bien, bien..." She pushed him over and they lay side by side panting, holding hands. "Я огорченн" he said. They didn't know each other's words but they understood all that they needed.
A few hours later Manon came running to get Ustin from the barn. Her eyes were pleading and she was both happy and afraid. She grabbed his hand and lead him to the front of the house. There they met a very shocked but yet unfazed Amish couple who politely made no note of their nudity in this strange situation. They were dressed all in black and sitting high in a horse drawn wagon. The discarded clothes stolen from the neighbors laundry line were on the seat next to them. The two couples smiled, shook hands, and even hugged still not caring that two of them were nude (except for shoes). They were all just overjoyed to not be alone anymore.