Evsey

The Germans entered the village of Malye Radunitsi in the summer of 1941 without firing a single shot. And who was there to fight? Eight women, one old woman and a couple of preschool children. The Red Army had no intention of defending this former farmstead, now a collective farm specializing in pig production with the proud name "The Path to Communism".

The conquerors quickly slaughtered a couple of young pigs for their own needs and, like businessmen, left the boar Borka and several sows for breeding intact, and marched on. And in the village there remained a farm team, recruited from prisoners of war: three men of about fifty years old and Yevsey Smolyakov. The men were drunkards and slobs,the likes of which the world had never seen, and so they put a capable man from a family of dispossessed peasants exiled to Siberia in charge of them. The German command gave him the stripe of a corporal and put three soldiers under his command to carry out tasks to provide the valiant German army with food and fodder. And a pig-breeding collective farm was chosen as the base for this xxxx video.

Yevsey was a thrifty, tenacious, and thrifty man, which was what his command appreciated. To give him a commanding appearance, he was given a parabellum in a shiny leather holster. The only thing Yevsey had was a great passion for the female sex. But his command didn't care about that. He was 32 years old, tall, broad-shouldered, with blue eyes and jet-black hair with a wave on his forelock. Well, isn't he a man!

Anyutka

Yevsey walked through the village, representing the new government. And he liked it very much. He was dressed in a German military uniform: a cap, a service jacket, riding breeches and calfskin boots. On his belt was a holster with a pistol - power! He was walking to the village council, from the door of which the name of the collective farm had already been knocked down and the red flag, faded in the sun, torn from the wall.

Entering the village council, Yevsey shook his head with disapproval, seeing an un-torn red banner with the slogan "Long live Comrade Stalin!" Standing on a bench, he carefully pulled off the banner, rolled it up and threw it on the table: the chalk inscription could be washed off, and the material might still be useful for something. And then he heard some sound behind the wall in the small room next door.

Opening the door, Yevsey saw a young girl sitting on a small cot covered with some kind of cloth. There was a small table and chair next to her. A small shelf with plywood doors was hung on the wall.

“What are you doing here?” Evsey asked sternly.

The girl jerked in fear when she saw his uniform and half-whispered:

"I live here."

“Why all of a sudden here?” Evsey asked in surprise.

“Why are you asking me this?” the girl suddenly answered angrily.

“Because now I am the new power here!” Yevsey answered, sprawled in his chair.

"Fascist!" the girl suddenly screamed.

“I’m not,” answered Yevsey, “But you’re probably a communist?!”

“No, just a Komsomol member for now!” the girl shouted.

“Or maybe you have some kind of document?” Evsey asked, squinting slyly.

“Yes!!!”, the girl shouted, and jumping up, she took a cardboard book out of the cabinet.

"Hey, you're an ideological enemy of the new order, maybe they left you here for some harmful activity?" Yevsey grinned. He snatched the booklet, threw it on the table and said sternly:

"You need to be searched!"

And he, despite the girl's resistance, twisted her arms from the front with a strong rope, which he always had in his pocket. Having twisted her wrists, he threw the girl onto the trestle bed and then screwed them, wrapping the girl's head to the upper cross board of the trestle bed. After which he sat down next to her.

Now the girl was lying in front of him on the trestle bed and could no longer move.

"So, what do we have here?" Evsey asked sternly, unbuttoning the girl's cotton blouse. There was nothing underneath the blouse because of the summer heat. And Evsey happily cupped her small breasts, ran his hand to her navel in a proprietary manner, and stroked her sides. He liked the girl: not plump, but not skinny either, her breasts were small, but plump.

“What are you doing, you can’t do that!” the girl babbled in a whining voice.

“City prude,” thought Yevsey, but said out loud in an angry voice:

“Or maybe you’ve hidden something here?!” and he lifted the hem of the girl’s skirt up to her navel, tucking the edge of the hem behind the waistband of the skirt so that she wouldn’t interfere with his actions any further.

She was wearing white cotton panties like tights. Yevsey, without further ado, pulled the panties down to her knees. The girl struggled, but her hands were tied tightly to the trestle bed, and she could only cross her legs, trying to cover her crotch with her foot.

“I knew you were hiding something there!” Yevsey said with a sly smile.

Then he got up from the trestle bed and pulled her panties off completely. The girl's face turned red and she turned it away. Meanwhile, Yevsey undressed, carefully hung his service jacket and riding breeches on a chair, then took off his undershirt and underpants. To complete the order, he went to the door and threw a hook on the bracket so that no one would interfere with his business. Then he went up to the girl, moved one of her legs to the side and sat down on the trestle bed between her legs, so that one of her legs was behind his back, and he held the other, bent at the knee, by the thigh with his hand.

The girl finally understood what they wanted from her. Her lips twitched, and she asked in a plaintive whisper:

"No need, I'm still a girl!"

Evsey looked into her eyes, stroked her thigh and said:

“Well, so what? It’s time to become a woman.”

The girl suddenly started crying, not out loud, but just the tears just flowed.

“Yes, but what if no one marries me later?”

"You fool!" Yevsey chuckled, "After the war there won't be any girls here: either the Germans will rape them, or the Reds, if they come back!"

He spread her legs wider and began to stroke her crotch, spread the petals of her lower lips to the sides and stroked the bottom of her pubis, where he knew that women had the most sensitive place. The girl realized that all this was inevitable and stopped whining and twitching. She simply lay there, closing her eyes. Yevsey noticed that the edge of her skirt, which was folded up in front, was peeking out from under her bottom.

“Oh, damn, I’ll stain it with blood, and maybe the girl only has one skirt!” thought Yevsey, “And if not a skirt, then the bed is a mess.”

He let go of her legs, got up from the bed and took a large handkerchief from his jacket. The girl opened her eyes in surprise and looked to see what he was going to do.

“You need to put something underneath, otherwise you’ll get blood on your face,” and then the girl saw his penis, which had become erect in anticipation of its imminent use.

“Oh my God, it’s so huge,” the girl whispered in fear.

Yes, Evsey’s organ was strong and beautiful: about 18 centimeters long and about six centimeters thick at the head.

“It won’t fit inside me, you’ll tear me all apart,” the girl was frightened.

"There has never been a case where a dick and a pussy burst from it," Yevsey chuckled, "That's not like giving birth. When they give birth, that does happen!"

Yevsey approached the girl, took her by the legs, put her knees on his shoulders and, lifting her pelvis from the trestle bed, put a handkerchief under it, folding it in half. Then he knelt on the trestle bed between the girl's legs and, having wet the head of his penis with saliva, began to slowly push it between her labia into her vagina. The girl, rolling her eyes, looked at him, not yet feeling anything terrible. But then Yevsey felt that he had run into the girl's barrier.

"Well, what about it, let's ruffle that cunt!" he blurted out his favorite saying. And he moved his pelvis sharply, driving his cock in as deep as possible. After that, he fell on his elbows and hung over the girl.

The girl let out a squeal like a wounded hare. But Evsey was already boldly and forcefully rummaging around in the girl's vagina, tearing the hymen into shreds. The girl screamed at each of his sharp thrusts. Evsey had not had a woman for five days, and he quickly felt the pulsation in the head of his penis, and finally, his body exploded with an orgasm. Evsey made a few more sharp thrusts, driving his seed into the girl, then, resting, he leaned on the girl with his whole body.

"What's your name, then?"

"Anyuta".

“Well, we’ve met, and I’m Evsey.”

He got up from the girl, took a handkerchief from under her bottom and wiped the gaping mouth of her vagina from the flowing sperm. The handkerchief was heavily stained with blood, but the blood was no longer oozing from the vagina. Yevsey dabbed the head of his penis with the other edge of the handkerchief, then grinned and threw the handkerchief on the chair: "As a keepsake for you, after all, it is your maiden blood."

He approached the girl, straightened the hem of her skirt, did not button her blouse - he only threw the hem over it, covering her breasts. Then he untied her from the trestle bed and untied her hands. The girl sat down tiredly on the trestle bed and looked at him with a silent question: "What will happen to her next?"

Yevsey got dressed and sat down on a chair, taking his Komsomol card in his hands. He opened it and read:

"Antonina Yegorovna Zakvaskina, member of the All-Russian Communist Youth Union. Yes, girl, with a ticket like that I should just shoot you!"

Anyuta shuddered and lowered her eyes. Yevsey took a German petrol lighter from his jacket pocket, struck a flint and brought the burning wick to the cardboard covers from below. The ticket burst into flames and a minute later crumbled into ashes on the table.

"Remember, silly girl, there has never been such a member of this union. I hope your own people won't give you away. Well, and I won't tell anyone about this piece of paper."

Anyuta looked down - her lower abdomen was sore and there was a disgusting stickiness between her labia. She convulsively buttoned her blouse.

"Will you do this to me every day?"

"Yes, don't be afraid, it only hurts the first time, and then you might like it. Don't be afraid, I'm telling you, I'm some kind of beast. In a week everything will heal there. Well, then you can try again." Of course, he hoped to do it much earlier, but there was no point in scaring the girl.

Anyuta rubbed her hands, which were numb under the rope,

"Are you always going to tie me up like this?" Yevsey burst out laughing, "You're completely stupid. I tied you up so you wouldn't struggle, otherwise I could only hurt you more and tear your clothes. But you're all right, your clothes are all right. Well, I'm a woman now - that happens to everyone. In short, while I get to know the village, I'll stay here with you," Yevsey said, as if it were something self-evident, "There's not much room, but that's okay, I'll put a second cot and take the table out to the big room - you don't need it here. And you'll be calmer - you live alone, and this way - no one else will bother you."

Yevsey sat down and thought about what he would have to do next. And Anyuta sat and looked at the first man in her life and suddenly felt calm. Of course, he raped her, but he did not beat her, did not insult her, promised to protect her. She did not imagine him like this in her girlish dreams. She, born in the city and trained as an accountant, was forced to go to a remote village on a Komsomol trip and work there as an accountant. But in her dreams she imagined herself in the city, in her apartment with a handsome and necessarily educated, intelligent man. Yes, dreams-dreams.

Finally, Yevsey got up from his chair and said to her: "I understand that you are completely inexperienced in these matters, if you don't want to get pregnant, go and wash yourself downstairs thoroughly. Maybe you won't get pregnant the first time." Anyuta jumped up and went to do what he said.

Evsey left the former village council and walked through the village, carefully examining the houses and their inhabitants, who were working in their gardens and vegetable plots.

Nastasya

Nastasya was a wild, cheerful woman. Having married early, she plunged headlong into family life. She liked having her own house, cleaning it, pottering around in the vegetable garden and small garden. She liked to feel like a married woman - a housewife. She liked to wash her husband's clothes, cook for him. But most of all she liked what happened between her and her husband when evening came and they lay down on the family bed. After her husband Semyon made her a woman, she did not give him a break in this matter. Every evening she excited her husband, caressing his body. Shamelessly pressed herself naked against him. Then she dragged him on top of herself, and made love until exhaustion. When her husband was too tired from work, she teased his manhood with her hand, sat on him from above and jumped on him until a fiery wave did not scorch her body. In general, she was an enthusiast, one might say, a Stakhanovite of carnal love. Her husband, seeing this weakness of hers, more than once threatened her with a half-pood fist: "If I find out you've gone on the town, I'll kill you!" Nastasya was not afraid of her husband's threats, but the village men, knowing his strength and harsh nature, did not mess with her.

And so, her husband was called up for the army, and Nastasya had been suffering for more than a month without her husband's affection. She had reached the point where she began to masturbate: she rubbed her clitoris until it began to flow from her vagina, and then inserted two or three fingers there and twitched until an orgasm twisted her body. She was ashamed and uncomfortable doing this, since her two-year-old son Kolka was sleeping nearby. The last few days she had come up with a new trick: she chose a thick carrot, washed it until it shone, scalded it with boiling water and, having teased herself, inserted it into her womb and brought herself to orgasm. But all this was not it! She needed a man to caress her, tease her, knead her body, pinch her tense nipples, and then insert it between her legs so that her breath was taken away, to feel his body on herself and a hot male member inside her.

Now she was cleaning the courtyard of her house. Kolka was sitting on a bench nearby and playing with a horse carved out of wood.

Yevsey was slowly walking down the street past her house. He didn't have any special business. In the morning he had given his subordinates the task of cleaning up the pigsty and feeding the pigs beets and potatoes that had been prepared for these purposes. Knowing their passion for alcohol, he promised to bring them a bottle of moonshine for lunch if they did everything properly.

“Hello, new government!!!”, Nastasya giggled.

Yevsey smiled and put two fingers to the peak of his German cap, greeting his hostess, “And may you stay healthy!”

“Why don’t you come and visit, Mr. Corporal!” the women in the village had already learned his German rank and greeted him accordingly.

"I'm already ready for lunch."

“Yes, there won’t be any mistakes here,” thought Yevsey, “Ish, what fucking eyes!”

"Thanks for the invitation, why not visit a good person."

Yevsey opened the gate in the palisade and entered the yard. He went up to Nastasya and looked her straight in the eyes. Nastasya smiled. She felt that finally she would get her piece of female happiness. Yevsey went up to Kolka and stroked his fair head. Then he took a piece of sugar wrapped in paper out of his pocket. He took it out of the paper and gave it to the boy: "Here is some sugar - it will be like candy."

The boy put sugar in his mouth and smacked his lips comically.

“Come into the house, I’ll set the table now,” said Nastasya, letting the guest go ahead.

Yevsey wiped the soles of his boots on the doormat and went into the entryway. He hung his cap on a nail, thought, "It's hot!", took off his service jacket and hung it on a nail, too, and then went into the room. He sat down on a bench, pulled off his boots, rolled up his foot wraps, put them in his boots, and put the boots in the corner of the room next to the door. Nastasya bustled into the yard, brought a jug of water and a basin. She poured it into her hands and handed him a towel. And all in a moment, all in a flash. Yevsey sat down at the table and rolled up the sleeves of his undershirt. Nastasya quickly darted into the cellar, pulled out a bottle of moonshine, and put the fogged-up bottle on the table. She pulled two faceted blue-glass glasses out of a plywood cabinet. She put a bowl of lightly salted cucumbers on the table. She pulled a huge frying pan with fried eggs and potatoes out of the oven and slammed it on the table. She quickly took a small bowl and put everything in it, "I'll take it out for my son - let him eat in the yard, otherwise he'll spill it on the floor - clean it up later." While she was walking, Yevsey pulled the paper stopper out of the bottle and poured the moonshine into glasses. Nastasya returned, sat down on the bench next to Yevsey, took a glass, and casually pressed her chest to his shoulder.

"Well, to our acquaintance!" Evsey said meaningfully. They drank and began to snack. Evsey poured a second round, then a third. They had lunch. Their faces were flushed. Nastasya was already openly clinging to Evsey.

“Well, it would be nice to rest after lunch!” said Evsey.

"This way, this way, please, to the bedroom." Nastasya pulled back the curtain that covered the entrance to the bedroom. In the bedroom stood Nastasya's pride - a huge double nickel-plated bed, an inheritance from her grandmother, in fact - a dowry. The bed was made with the same curtain as on the door. Nastasya quickly threw everything off herself and darted naked under the curtain.

“Okay, what are you hiding there for?” Evsey grinned.

"Get out, or we'll get steamed up in there!"

Evsey stripped naked, put his clothes on a stool, walked over to the bed and threw it back.

Nastasya sprawled on the bed, offering the man her tightly built young body. She raised herself on her elbow. Her full breasts swayed above the white sheet. She hugged him with her free hand, pressed her breasts to him and kissed him passionately. They kissed for a long time. Finally, Yevsey felt Nastasya's hand on his erect penis.

“Will the boy not come in?” asked Yevsey, “I don’t like it when people interfere, especially children.”

"No, no. He'll eat for now, then maybe go to bed." Nastasya let go of Yevsey's penis, fell onto her back, grabbed his shoulders with her hands and pulled him toward herself.

"Come on, come on, what are we waiting for!? Don't keep me in suspense!" the woman's lips whispered greedily.

Evsey rose up on his knees and elbows above the woman and began to adjust himself to get his cock where it was needed. But then Nastasya herself grabbed his erect member by the base with her hand and pushed it into her vulva herself. Evsey didn't even have time to say his favorite joke, as Nastasya was already waving her ass, pressing her pubis against him with all her might. She missed male strength so much that with each push everything below her was squelching and squelching.

Evsey was seriously surprised by such pressure: "Yes, for the first time I feel that it is not me, but me who is being fucked!" And then Nastasya wheezed, moaned, and convulsions went through her body in waves. And Evsey felt how the muscles of her vagina began to grab his penis, squeezing it like in little fists.

Nastasya relaxed and leaned back on the bed. Yevsey continued to powerfully work his piston.

"Listen, Yevsey, don't cum inside me, my husband is a beast. He'll come back and kill me if I give birth to another man." Yevsey stopped and even pulled his cock out of Nastasya in surprise.

"Well, where should I finish?" And then Yevsey remembered the station whore with whom he had once had fun.

"Okay, kiss me...", Yevsey grabbed the back of the bed and pulled himself up to the headboard, and pushed Nastasya down to his feet by pressing on her shoulders. Now his cock was sticking out in front of the woman's face. And suddenly he felt a small palm slap him on the ass. Yevsey turned around - Kolka was standing behind him, next to the bed; "Uncle, give me some more sugar!" Yevsey grinned: "Now I'll give your mom some sugar, and then you. Only if you don't bother us. Go play in the yard - then you'll get some sugar." Kolka ran into the yard.

"Well, kiss me!"

“Where to?” Nastasya didn’t understand in her village simplicity.

“Take the dick in your mouth and suck it!” Yevsey said angrily.

Nastasya obediently grabbed the head of the penis with her lips and began to suck it. Evsey began to move his hips, penetrating deeper and deeper into the mouth, and then into the throat of his new lover. Nastasya had already choked once, twice. But then Evsey wheezed: "Swallow!!!", and drove the penis in to its full depth...

Since then, it has been like that with Anastasia. And they called it: "Give sugar."

Ludmila

Lyudmila Vasilyevna Kozhemyakina was a serious woman, with a workers' faculty education and a decisive attitude to life. When she liked the young quartermaster Semyon, she unceremoniously married him to herself. When this same Semyon also looked at a young chick from the finance department, she decisively broke up and separated from him. But the young female body, accustomed to the joys of family bed, demanded its own. And then Lyudmila decided that there would be no more men in her life. She went into work, into social life and loaded herself up to the seventh sweat, so that returning home late at night, she could only fall on the bed in the room of the communal apartment, in order to jump up early in the morning and again harness herself to this life.

Her zeal did not go unnoticed. First, she was elected as the Komsomol organizer of the shop, and then she was recommended to join the party. And by the beginning of the war, she had received a party card.

The war did not change anything in her life. She only rushed around more, loaded herself with different things. And when all the men had already been taken to the front, and women's mobilization was announced in the town, Lyudmila was one of the first to arrive at the assembly point.

They were assembled into an extermination squad. It was unclear who and what these girls, armed with hunting rifles and small-caliber rifles from Osaviahim, could exterminate. But in the evening they were given the task of moving to the defense line. And lining up in a column of four, 187 girls went to fulfill their duty to the Soviet Motherland.

However, they were dressed in the uniform of Red Army soldiers, and Lyudmila, having received the title of detachment commissar from no one knows who, even managed to sew a red star on her sleeve - a sign of commissar distinction.

Three flights of German Junkers-87 dive bombers flying to bomb a railway junction behind their town noticed a column of Soviet troops. And the pilot commander gave the order to one of the flights to cover the column with bombs and finish off the rest with machine guns.

The girls marched in formation, loudly singing a song about Soviet tank crews. And when three bombers dumped their deadly cargo on the column, no one even had time to fall or sit down. 182 female and girlish bodies were instantly hacked to pieces, torn to pieces or wounded to death.

Two of those who were at the head of the column and three at the tail rushed to run away from this nightmare to who knows where - just as far away as possible.

The planes made a second circle and fired machine guns at the fleeing aircraft.

Perhaps Lyudmila was protected by a Guardian Angel, or she was lucky, but she was the only one from the detachment who remained alive, although she was slightly wounded in the leg.

* * *

Yevsey woke up early - he loved to get up early in the summer and listen to the birds just beginning to call to each other in the grove. Anyutka was sleeping on the neighboring cot, sweetly snoring. Yevsey looked at her, smiled sweetly at her expression and decided to take a walk to the stream, and at the same time get some water. Taking a bucket, he left the village council house and began to go down the hill to the stream.

Suddenly he heard a crackling sound in the bushes behind the stream, and, looking in the direction of the sound, he saw behind the bushes the silhouette of a man in a Red Army uniform, aiming a rifle at him.

An animal reflex threw him to the ground, and then he rolled twice, moving out of the line of fire. But then he heard an empty click, and realized that his attacker had no bullets in his rifle.

Lyuba saw a German behind the bushes, and immediately tore the rifle off her shoulder (she was the only one with a real army rifle) and shot at the German. But the horror of the bombing, the fatigue of wandering through the forest all night, and the wound in her leg knocked out of her memory the fact that she had fired all her bullets, shooting at the bombers in an attempt to avenge the loss of her unit.

The bolt clicked dryly, and the German suddenly disappeared somewhere. And then an angry voice was heard from the side of her: "Come on, you bastard and throw down your rifle, or I'll shoot you!!!"

Evsey came around the flank, having first made sure that the idiot was alone. And pointing a pistol at him, he ordered him to come out and surrender. The Red Army soldier limped out from behind the bushes, leaning on a cartridge-less rifle. And then Evsey saw a star on his sleeve.

“Ah, bitch, so you’re also a commissar!!!”, Yevsey yelled, preparing to shoot one of those who had rotted his parents in Siberia.

And then the commissar's cap fell off, and his beautiful chestnut hair fell over his shoulders.

“Wow, what a woman,” Yevsey muttered in surprise.

“Well, how long have you been a commissar?” he asked her sarcastically.

“The second day,” the woman answered wearily.

"Well, what progress have you made?"

"Yes, none, the Germans bombed our unit. I'm the only one, and I'm wounded. Go ahead, finish me off and be done with it."

"Where did you serve before?"

"I worked at a factory in the town."

"Okay, we'll figure it out. Let's go! Give me your fart gun!"

“What do you need? She’s out of ammo anyway, and it’s hard for me to walk—I was wounded in the leg.”

Yevsey looked at the woman carefully. The former anger had already passed, the woman was pretty and he no longer felt hatred towards her.

"Okay, let's go. Follow me." Having collected some water, he led the woman to Nastasya's yard, which was the closest. He led the woman into the bathhouse behind the garden and said weightily:

"You need to be bandaged first, otherwise you'll die."

He threw a few splinters into the bathhouse stove and lit them with a German lighter. Having made sure that the fire had flared up, he threw in a few logs. There was always a built-in cauldron filled with water on the stove, so the wounded woman would be provided with hot water.

Evsey left the bathhouse and went to the window of the house. He knocked on the window. Nastasya's sleepy but smiling face appeared in the window.

“Naska, give me a bottle of moonshine, and some stronger!” Yevsey said quietly but harshly.

“Yes, come in, I’ll pour you some and set the table,” Nastasya smiled.

"Didn't you hear what I asked for? Give me the bottle, now!"

Nastasya pouted resentfully and handed over the bottle.

"Well, when are you coming over?"

"I'll steam myself in your bathhouse and then come in! Just don't go into the bathhouse, or I'll give you a hot one!"

Nastasya angrily slammed the window.

* * *

Evsey sat on the bottom bunk in the bathhouse, and the commissar sat on the top.

“Well, you need to be bandaged,” Yevsey firmly stated to the woman.

"Are you a doctor or something?"

“Well, doctor or not, I’ve bandaged and even mended wounds worse than yours.”

Lyudmila no longer cared - fatigue and stress after the bombing took their toll.

"The hell with you - treat me!"

"You need to take off your boots and your military pants!"

Evsey carefully took off his boots and put them in the dressing room. Then, just as quietly, trying not to disturb his wounded leg, he pulled off his pants. Under the pants were men's underpants! And the wound was in the flesh above the knee.

"Damn, I need to take off my underwear!"

“If you have to, then take it off,” the woman said tiredly.

Evsey also carefully removed the women's underwear from their legs, and finally the wound was revealed in all its unsightliness.

In the summer heat, suppuration had already begun, although the bullet had only scratched the skin and slightly damaged the muscle.

“Well, take the painkiller,” said Yevsey and poured about 150 grams of moonshine into a bath ladle.

Lyudmila obediently drank what was offered.

“Try not to scream, I’ll cut it so the pus comes out, then I’ll wash it with moonshine and bandage it with a clean towel.”

Nastasya always had a supply of clean linen towels in the bathhouse.

Ludmila clenched her teeth. Yevsey took a dangerous German razor out of his jacket pocket, opened it, splashed moonshine on the blade and quickly made a small cut on the wound. Ludmila jerked and groaned. Pus flowed. Yevsey washed the wound with moonshine from a ladle and bandaged it tightly with a towel.

"Listen, you're dirty as hell. You need to wash yourself."

Lyudmila did not resist when he pulled off her Red Army tunic, then her undershirt, and left her in Eva's costume. Yevsey also undressed, since the bathhouse was already heated, and a wash (and maybe not only) was coming.

Yevsey finished the remaining moonshine in the ladle, poured hot water from the kettle into it, and topped it up with cold water from the barrel in the corner. He took a piece of soap from the corner of the shelf, dipped a washcloth into the ladle, soaped it up, and began to rub the commissar's back, sides, chest, and the rest of her body.

Lyudmila was overcome by what she had experienced and drunk and did not quite understand why this German lackey, instead of shooting her, washed her.

And Yevsey, already without a washcloth, slid over her body with one soapy hand. When he reached her lower lips, Lyudmila suddenly smiled a brazen, drunken smile and asked:

"Well, are you going to fuck?"

“Absolutely!” Evsey answered with the same smile.

He poured the ladle over the woman several times, trying not to get it on her bandaged leg. Then he knelt on the bottom bunk and pulled her towards him. He kissed one nipple, then the other, and suddenly kissed the commissar's lips passionately.

Moonshine, the warmth of the bathhouse and the experience did their job. Lyudmila wanted a man to the point of cramps in her lower abdomen. After a long abstinence, after everything that had happened, her body demanded release. She herself moved closer to him, grabbed his petrified member and herself stuck it into her womb flowing with female juice. The intercourse was stormy. Lyudmila moaned every time, impaling herself on the member. Yevsey silently burst into her hole, which had narrowed over the years of abstinence. Finally, Lyudmila began to tremble. And she muttered in a purely womanly way: “Still cute! Still darling! Oh, mommy-mommy!” and came.

Evsey had seen all sorts of things with women, but from such feminine openness, he ejaculated almost immediately, with a light sigh.

Lyudmila had to be doused with three ladles of cold water to bring her to her senses.

* * *

Lyudmila sat on the bottom shelf of the bathhouse and watched as Yevsey burned her uniform and documents in the bathhouse stove.

"You'll live with Anyutka, in the village council. Let's say her aunt came for the summer because there's hunger in the city. I'll ask Anyutka to share some clothes with you. Hell, she's just a girl, and you're fatter than she is. Well, maybe we can trade some clothes with one of the women. Your boots will do - the whole village wears military tarpaulin boots. Don't forget to take your cap by the stream and burn it. No problem, we'll get by."

Lyudmila listened to this man and did not understand why he was taking such a fate in her life. Why didn't he just give her to the Germans and get a reward? It was beyond her comprehension. She was used to: "Here is the enemy - here are our own. Our own will not abandon you in trouble. The enemy is mean, cruel and will always destroy. And this enemy bandaged her, pleased her so much that her body still aches sweetly. And now he is saving her life. Why?"

Yevsey dressed himself, pulled Lyudmila's undershirt over her, and then, suddenly lightly taking her under her knees and shoulders with his hands, said: "It's okay, it's close, as long as no one else notices." After which he picked Lyudmila up and carried her to the village council.

Froska

Lyudmila had been living with Anyutka for the second week already. Her leg had healed, and she could walk and even jump without pain.

Yevsey brought them a sack of potatoes, but there was nowhere to put them. So Yevsey brought three of his "guardsmen" and made them tear out several floorboards in the large room of the village council and dig a cellar there. They put a sack of potatoes and another half sack of beets there. Yevsey made his women plant carrots, onions, dill and parsley in the front garden of the village council instead of flowers.

Now in the morning they raced to this home-grown garden to pick at least some greenery for breakfast.

Evsey was happy: Anyutka didn’t hold a grudge against him, Lyudmila had gained weight, exchanged her wristwatch for several sweaters, skirts and dresses and dressed up normally.

In general, life was getting better. He put a third cot in the large room of the village council, but he never lay down on it alone. Because either Anyutka or Lyudmila wanted to share his loneliness. How they decided when someone would come to him, he didn’t know, and he didn’t want to. It was enough for him that every evening he caressed one of these women and gave her his seed.

But Evsey would not be himself if he did not seek new meetings and new pleasures.

Once again, while on guard duty around the village, he first heard a loud curse spoken by a woman’s voice, and then sobs and groans.

* * *

Froska grew up as a small and frail girl. But when she reached the age of womanhood, her hips widened, her breasts protruded forward, but her head and the freckles on her face remained the same. So it was surprising that she managed to get married and even live with her husband for a week before he was taken into the army.

In general, she lost her virginity, having a husband, but she remained a girl. In addition, she was never good at any man's work. If it was necessary to sew something or embroider, weave, knit. There was no end to her talents here. But if it was necessary to chop wood or saw a log, then it could not be done without injury.

And now, having tried to split the deck, Froska received a blow from a piece of the split deck on one shin and a huge splinter on the other.

Evsey walked in at the sound of these lamentations and saw a hilarious picture: Froska was sitting on a chopping block, stroking a growing bruise on one shin with one hand and simultaneously trying to pull a huge splinter out of the other, cursing rapidly.

Evsey pulled the splinter out of Froska’s leg and said as he was ordered: “Bring some moonshine—it needs to be washed, otherwise it will rot.”

Froska rushed to carry out the order.

Meanwhile, Yevsey took off his cap, jacket, and undershirt. He put them on the bench. He grabbed the axe that Froska had dropped. And he started chopping: he hit the wood that was lying on the ground, and it jumped up and flew onto the chopping block. He hit it, and the wood was scattered into even, beautiful logs.

Froska admired Yevsey’s work, even forgetting that she had a bottle of moonshine in her hands and a sore wound from a splinter in her leg.

Yevsey chopped some wood for her for two or three days. And decided to stop there for now.

He approached Froska and said: “Well, let’s go get treatment!”

We entered the house.

“Can you find a piece of clean cloth?” asked Evsey.

Froska obediently brought a washed-out piece of linen.

“So go ahead, sit on the bed so it’s easier for me!” Yevsey declared.

Froska led him into the bedroom and sat down on the bed, stretching her legs out on it.

Yevsey sat down next to him. Then he stood up, brought a mug and poured about a hundred grams of moonshine into it.

“Come inside, we need that too!” he explained deftly.

“I don’t drink!” Froska protested.

“It’s medicine!!!”, Yevsey objected.

Froska drank, choked, and a small stream of moonshine leaked out of her mouth. Froska's head spun from what she drank, and after a couple of minutes she felt somehow cheerful. She giggled when Evsey wiped her wound with a rag soaked in moonshine, giggled when Evsey stroked her legs, thighs. But when Evsey reached into her panties, she suddenly said sadly: "But I'm married, I love my Sasha."

Yevsey looked at her attentively and said: "Well, you'll caress me, and maybe your Sashka will be caressed somewhere too. You know how much you want a woman's affection in war. So consider: Sashka is there, and I'm here, and everyone is happy."

Drunk Froska just nodded her head, agreeing with this logic: “Yes, everyone is happy!”

Yevsey undressed Froska, undressed himself and lay down next to her. He kissed her lips for a long time, kneaded her firm breasts. Then he licked and kissed her nipples, stroked her sides, hips. He liked this simple-minded woman, he liked her small, plump body. He couldn’t bring himself to call her a woman – a girl, and nothing more. Finally, he lowered his face to her crotch, to admire the cherished place. Froska’s large labia were not prominent. There were simply two rounded ridges, and a slit between them. Above this was a bush of chestnut hair with a curl in the center of the pubis. He tilted his face to her pubis. Froska was already flowing, and he greedily inhaled the female’s scent. But not cloying, not stinking – Froska was a clean woman, but sourish and intoxicating. And suddenly, Yevsey did something he had never done with women. He licked the oozing slit, wanting to taste it. He ran his tongue along Froska's slit, and even touched the clitoral mound.

Froska felt as if she had been struck by an electric shock. She had already become completely soft under such caresses, which her young, inexperienced husband had never given her. And now she was completely stunned. She grabbed Yevsey's head with her hands, pressed it to her groin, and, as if in delirium, muttered: "More, Sasha, more!"

“Wow, what love!” Evsey chuckled.

“He’s lying next to me, but he still remembers his Sasha!”

For greater effect, he ran his tongue over her crotch three or four more times and climbed onto Froska. He entered easily, since everything there was covered in female juice.

Her vagina was narrow, which gave Yevsey strong sensations. But it was shallow, which did not allow him to enter to full depth.

He tried to spare her, and did not plunge his penis all the way in, but when he got into a frenzy, he hit her at the base of her uterus, from which Froska cried out painfully, nevertheless, continuing to move in time with him, impaling herself on his manhood.

Every day, satisfying himself with his neighbors in the village council, Evsey did not cum for a long time. And then, after about ten minutes, Froska moaned, twitched on his cock and went limp. Evsey continued to work alone. After about five minutes, Froska began to respond in time again. After another five minutes, Froska no longer moaned, but screamed and scratched Evsey's back with her claws in a fit of passion. This added to the thrill of his sensations, and he gasped and filled Froska's vulva with his seed.

After drinking and having two orgasms, Froska fell asleep instantly. Evsey covered her with a row, got dressed and went outside.

Zinka

Zindara ended up on this collective farm by the will of fate. A young civil engineer came to Turkmenistan to build a railroad and canals. And he took the young Turkmen woman with him. It’s not that Zindara fell in love. It’s just that the young girl wanted to see the world, to see a different life, other than slavery — first under the will of her father, then her husband. So she ran away from her family with a young Russian guy. Her husband came to this collective farm to implement the grandiose plans of the country of the Soviets: to build a huge pig-breeding complex here. But he was called up to the army to build defensive structures on the new border of the USSR, which was formed after the annexation of Western Ukraine and Belarus. He never sat still, wandering around the entire new border. So he decided not to take his wife with him for now. And then — the war. So Zindara stayed on the collective farm. Having changed her name to the Russian style, they nicknamed her Zinaida, and then they began to call her simply Zinka. She got used to it and responded to this name without discontent. They built a small house for her and her husband so that they would have a place to live while the pig farm was being built. She planted a flower bed and a vegetable garden near the house, where she was now digging, weeding the beds.

Passing by Zinka's house, Evsey saw a delicious female butt flashing in the garden.

"Hey, mistress, do you need any help?!"

Zinka turned around, and Yevsey saw a lush-haired Turkmen beauty. A dark-skinned woman of about 20. High cheekbones, a hooked nose, plump, sensual cherry-colored lips, high, large breasts, a shock of jet-black hair. But her breasts were not round, like those of Russian girls, but elongated, like melons.

"Well, help me if you want."

Yevsey threw his jacket and undershirt onto the bench by the house, picked up the second hoe, and walked along the neighboring row of the garden next to the hostess, quickly weeding.

When they finished, from the fast work and the summer sun, Evsey’s entire body was covered in sweat.

“I’d like to wash up and have a drink,” asked Evsey.

Zinka poured water on his back and invited him into the house.

“Are you hungry?” she asked Evsey.

“No, I don’t feel like doing anything in this heat,” he replied.

Zinka got a jug of cold green tea from under the floor, infused with lemon balm and mint leaves. Whenever she was in town, she got this tea by hook or by crook. She poured some into a mug for Yevsey. He greedily drank half the mug, and then began to savor the drink sip by sip.

“What a miracle, I’ve never drunk anything like this!”

“This is our Turkmen tea,” Zinka smiled, sitting down on a stool nearby.

Evsey looked at Zinka, clearly admiring her. At first, Zinka also looked at Evsey. The strong, handsome male body attracted her gaze. But then, catching his glance, she looked down. Turkmen girls were taught from childhood that they should not look at a man, much less into his eyes.

Yevsey got up from the bench, walked around Zinka from behind. He put his hands on her shoulders and suddenly buried his face in her hair.

“Your hair smells so wonderful,” Yevsey whispered, sniffing the scent of her hair.

“I wash them with herbs,” Zinka answered quietly.

Evsey grabbed Zinka with one hand under the knees, with the other around the waist and carried her into the next room, which was apparently a bedroom.

There was a trestle bed with a straw mattress, covered with a ryadnik, like everyone else in the village. Yevsey put the woman on the floor, bent down, took the dress by the hem and took it off with one movement of his hands. She obediently raised her hands, allowing herself to be undressed. Yevsey was surprised - there was nothing under the dress, not even panties. He pushed her lightly, sitting her down on the trestle bed, and began to undress quickly. Then he bent down and threw her legs onto the trestle bed. She lay down obediently and spread her legs to the sides, waiting for him. He sat down next to her. He played with her luxurious breasts. He licked and kissed her nipples. They were dark with a large crimson areola. Then he looked at her face. She was still lying calmly, her eyes closed, only her breathing became rapid. He kissed her on the lips - she did not respond. Yevsey spread her legs wide apart and climbed towards the cherished goal. Zinka's private part was luxurious, like a black tulip: two huge, almost black petals and a large clitoris above them, the size of a nipple. According to Eastern custom, she shaved from below. And this gave the whole appearance even more charm. Evsey reached into her crotch with his hand. He stroked it. He spread the petals apart and began to rub her clitoris. Zinka was still lying calmly. Evsey inserted one finger into her vagina, moved it there, then inserted two. It was dry there for now.

“Oh, damn, sleeping princess, how can I wake you up?” Yevsey thought.

Zinka always obediently gave herself to her husband at his first demand, not wanting anything for herself. She was giving herself to this man just as obediently now, understanding that here he now had power over everyone, including her.

Evsey was already standing with his head inflated, but the woman didn’t even move.

“Well, to hell with her!” Yevsey decided, “I’ll give her a blow now, and then we’ll see!”

Evsey generously lubricated the head of his penis with saliva, opened her labia with his fingers and began to push his penis into the woman's orifice with short, careful thrusts, given the dryness of her vagina.

Evsey had been working on Zinka for about twenty minutes already. After nightly mergings with either Anyutka or Lyudka, he just couldn't finish. And the woman lay there like a log, not a sigh, not a groan, not a single movement forward.

And suddenly, in a moment, everything changed. There was some kind of throaty wheezing, which turned into the roar of a wounded bear. Zinka grabbed Yevsey's torso with her hands and began to move her pelvis sharply towards his thrusts. This continued for about ten to twenty seconds. After which Zinka went limp and burst into tears.

Evsey, slightly stunned by this turn of events, stopped moving, but remained inside Zinka.

“What happened to me?” Zinka asked through tears.

"You've become a woman! A real woman! Who can not only give it to a man, but also get pleasure from it herself!"

“Why didn’t this happen before? After all, I lived with my husband for almost a year?” Zinka asked, stopping her tears.

"Hurry, so you had it. Confirm how it was! Will it climb in and then come off right away?"

Zinka remembered moments of intimacy with her husband. Yes, that's how it was. The husband was satisfied after thirty to forty thrusts, rolled over and fell asleep. She nodded her head in agreement.

“Well, it means you need it longer,” Yevsey smiled.

"Well, let's continue, okay? Just help me now - like you did just now."

Zinka nodded in agreement, hugged Evsey again with her arms and began to gratefully wave him towards her. A few minutes later it was all over - Evsey groaned and came into Zinka, and after a couple more powerful thrusts, he fell on her. Then, realizing that it was so hard for her, he fell to the side. Zinka turned to him, laid her head on her arm bent at the elbow, and stared at him with her black, bewitching eyes.

Something burst in her soul. As if the shell of prohibitions and restrictions in which she had lived since childhood had cracked. Her body ached from the delight of her first orgasm. She suddenly realized that a man is not a king and a god, but the same person, and can simply help you, or can give you fabulous pleasure when you lose yourself in time and space.

Yevsey put his hand on the back of her head, pulled her towards him and kissed her passionately. Now she responded. For about ten minutes they kissed and caressed each other. But this was not a furious caress before intercourse, but gratitude from one to the other for the pleasure delivered.

Tanka

Tanya Zotova married a hard-working man, a teetotaler and not very keen on women. And she would have been completely happy if it weren’t for one splinter piercing Tatyana’s heart. He was greedy for money. He worked not on a collective farm, but in a logging company. That’s why he had the status of a worker, not a collective farmer, and a real Soviet passport. No, he dressed her up, and they always had more on the table than their neighbors. And the house was a complete mess: three rooms and a kitchen, real wooden doors with jambs everywhere, a nickel-plated bed, a cuckoo clock, a sideboard and a real wooden wardrobe. Well, what else does a woman need to be happy? But his caustic comments about every expense that he considered wasted spoiled this happiness. She bought herself a gingerbread cookie at the grocery store: “Are you trying to get fat?!” She bought a toy for her son in town - a wooden airplane: "Well, yes, we are raising a pilot - we have nowhere to spend our money!" And right before the war, her husband left for Karelia, having heard that the pay for logging there was twice as high. And Tanya was left a "straw widow". She seemed to be a married woman, but there was no husband.

She worked like everyone else on the collective farm, and fed herself from her own garden. She even had to get a rooster and two hens so that her son Vanechka, who was not even three, could eat more satisfyingly.

But then the summer ended. They harvested potatoes and beets. Yevsey was a fair man. He didn't let the women off easy during the harvest. But he gave everyone three, and those with children four sacks of potatoes, and the same amount of beets. The women dried mushrooms, salted cabbage and cucumbers. Everyone had two sacks of their own onions and carrots. So they weren't in danger of starvation. And Tatyana still had a supply of stewed meat from the grocery store, bought just before the war.

But Tatyana had a sore point: while her husband worked in the logging industry, he brought firewood, and almost for free. And the collective farm workers would pool their money and bring firewood to everyone. Now Tanya was left practically without fuel on the eve of winter. Of course, she ran to the nearest forest - collected brushwood, dragged deadwood, which was lighter. But how much could you carry with your hands? It was enough for cooking, but how would she survive the winter?

There was nothing to do. I had to go and bow to the new boss. But not empty-handed! I had to get a bottle of cognac from the buffet, which my husband had brought from the town, saying that it was for their fifth wedding anniversary. After that, the cognac was hidden in the buffet.

* * *

Yevsey sat at the table in the village council and calculated in a notebook with a pencil how much feed the pigs needed for the winter. He knew arithmetic well. And when necessary, he involved Anyutka in this matter. His task was to convince the Germans that there was not enough feed and that they would not be able to fulfill the plan for raising pigs put forward by the Germans.

Then there was a timid knock on the door, and a tall, attractive woman entered the village council.

"Mr. Corporal, I have a request. A very big request. Please don't refuse...", the woman muttered humbly, simultaneously taking a bottle out of her bag and putting it on the table.

“An interesting request!” Yevsey chuckled, took the bottle and read: “The request is called: Armenian cognac three stars.”

“No, this is for your work, for your trouble, I understand that this is not payment, but I have nothing else - only Soviet rubles,” the woman continued to mutter.

To interrupt this stream of incoherent muttering, Yevsey said in a commanding voice: “Okay, speak clearly and sensibly, what you need, or else I’ll throw you out!”

The woman's lips danced, she was ready to burst into tears, but she restrained herself and said: "Firewood for the winter, otherwise Vanechka and I will freeze!"

"Vanechka, who is this?"

"Son - only two years old."

"What's your name?"

“Tanya, oh, Tatyana Zotova.”

* * *

A cart, pulled by an old gray mare, was slowly moving along an autumn forest road. The cart was being driven by Yevsey Smolyakov, and his two "guardsmen" and Tatyana Zotova were sitting on the cart. There were axes and a couple of saws in the cart.

“Get out, we’ve arrived!” Smolyakov commanded.

He had already spotted three old dried-up birches - just what he needed for firewood. And the work began to boil. Yevsey showed how to make cuts so that the trees would fall where they needed to, without maiming people. He had learned this in Siberia.

* * *

A huge stack of birch firewood lay under a canopy in Tatyana's yard. The terrible specter of death from the cold no longer loomed before her eyes. Four times Evsey set aside half a day for this event. It was necessary to: fell the trees, saw them into logs, load them into a cart, transport them, and then unload them, and then chop them. Evsey chopped them himself, grabbing the axe, now in his right, now in his left hand. Tatyana watched him do it playfully. Being a villager herself, she appreciated the strength, dexterity, and speed with which he did it. And now everything was done - the work was finished. Tatyana cooked what she could: baked a mushroom pie, boiled potatoes, eggs, piled greens and vegetables on the table. She put out two bottles of moonshine. And finally, she invited Evsey and his soldiers to the table.

Yevsey came in, looked at all this abundance. Silently took a large bowl, poured some hot potatoes into it, grabbed a bottle of moonshine from the table and went out into the yard.

"Here's something from the mistress - take a rest today," Yevsey gave all this to his assistants and ordered them to go to the pig farm. And he himself went into the house.

“There’s no need to spoil them – they’ll eat you in their own pigsty!” Yevsey said sternly, but without malice.

“Well, then I invite you to the table, Mr. Corporal!”

“Listen, when we’re alone, can you just call me Evsey?”

Tatyana was confused, then nodded her head rapidly: “I can, of course, I can.”

"Well, go ahead and name it!"

“Evsey, please help yourself!” Tatyana said politely and even solemnly.

Yevsey rinsed his hands under the tin washbasin and sat down at the table. Then he untied his kitbag, popularly known as "Sidor", and took out a bottle of cognac, a piece of pork fat and a piece of smoked meat.

“Oh, what are you saying, what are you saying, Yevsey!” Tatyana began to wail, “Why? I’ve already cooked so much!”

Yevsey said firmly: "Calm down! You still have to feed yourself all winter and feed the little one!"

Tatyana nodded her head, confirming that yes, that was the case. Then she gasped, ran to the sideboard, quickly took out two faceted 100-gram shot glasses and put them on the table.

Evsey poured some cognac, they drank it and started to have a snack.

"I'd like to go get Vanechka!" Tatyana worried. She left her son with an old neighbor, Mikhailovna, for the duration of the work.

“There’s time!” Yevsey snapped, pouring a second one.

"Let's drink to brotherhood!"

"How is that?".

"And the Germans drink like that when they want to communicate with each other on a first-name basis! Only then should they kiss - like brothers."

“Well, if we want to do it in a brotherly way, then we can,” agreed Tanya.

They drank, Evsey hugged her and kissed her long and passionately.

"Is this brotherly?" asked Tanya, drunk after two hundred grams of cognac.

“No, we did it in a sisterly way!” Evsey chuckled.

Having finally gotten drunk, Tanya began to wail: “You are my savior, I am for you...”

“We’re on first-name terms now!” Yevsey interrupted.

"Oh, well, yes, I'll do anything for you now!"

“Well, is that all?” Evsey grinned.

“Do you want…”, Tanya got carried away, “I’ll be yours now, right now, just tell me!”

"What a surprise, have I never had women?"

“But they didn’t have it!” Tanya stubbornly objected, and, grabbing Yevsey by the hand, dragged him into the bedroom.

There she quickly took off everything. The last detail of her attire was lace panties, which she deliberately took off very slowly, and which even Yevsey looked at with silent admiration.

Then she stood up on the bed in a knee-elbow position and stubbornly repeated:

"But they didn't have it that way!"

* * *

For some reason, this position in the Soviet Union was considered humiliating for a woman. It was called: "doggy style", "crab" and other unflattering nicknames. Although there is nothing special about this position. For men, it is preferable because this way the man penetrates the woman deeper, and the vaginal corridor is lengthened, which gives more room for manipulation. For a woman, the possibility of rubbing her clitoris against the man's pubis is simply excluded. But an experienced lover should simply use his hands. But Soviet women considered this position unacceptable!

* * *

Evsey admired the view that opened up: the roundness of the hips, the elasticity of the butt, the whiteness of the hanging breasts.

He couldn’t resist: “Can I pinch it?”

"Whatever you want!"

Evsey pinched Tanya on the buttock - she didn’t even react.

Evsey tore off his clothes, for the first time in his life, throwing them everywhere. He climbed onto the bed and crawled on his knees to Tanya, unable to tear his eyes away from those white rounded hips. He kneaded, pinched, kissed those luxurious white hemispheres. Then he spread Tanya's legs and crawled his hand under between them. It was wet there - Tanya was excited. Evsey crawled up to Tanya closely, grabbed his excited member with his hand, felt the entrance to Tanya's hole and with a sharp movement of his hips drove it to the full depth of Tatyana's womb. Tanya tried to help him, impaling herself on his member with her ass, but then Evsey literally took matters into his own hands. He grabbed Tanya by the hips and, driving his enormous dignity into her, sharply pulled her hips towards himself. The intercourse was accompanied by the squelching of Tanya's vagina and the pops with which Yevsey's stomach and balls hit Tanya's thighs.

From the sensation of novelty, from the sight of Tanya's hips and from the fact that his penis somehow touched the walls of her vagina differently, Evsey quickly came. Tanya didn't have time, and in such a state of intoxication she would hardly have been able to. When he pulled out of her, Tanya simply fell on her side and fell asleep almost immediately. Evsey once again gratefully stroked her thigh, covered her with a blanket and began to get dressed. He still had to go for her son. Bring the boy and feed him.

Irka

Irina Sviridova was a serious, economical woman. Any work went well and burned in her hands. Having lost her husband, who had gone into the army, she was not discouraged, since she could handle any work around the house herself. And now she was quickly chopping wood in the yard of her house.

Of course, it is impossible to say that she was not completely despondent. Because sometimes, especially on lonely nights, she was overcome by longing for her husband, for his caresses. And then, even if she howled like a wolf, her young body demanded its own! But Irina decided to keep herself strict and not show any of this in public and not let other men near her.

One clear February morning, while walking around the village, as he usually did, Yevsey heard the sound of an axe in one of the yards. He approached and admired the housewife working briskly. He went into the yard and, approaching the worker, asked with a smile: "Housewife, do you need any help?"

“We know about your help!” Irka answered angrily, “Look how many women you’ve already knocked up.”

Yes, it was true: first Anyutka, and a couple of months later Lyudmila became pregnant by him. And right before the New Year - Zinka, who, after he taught her to cum, did not miss the opportunity to lure him to her.

Yevsey turned away in embarrassment and began to look around, examining the house and the buildings of Irka's farmstead. The house was solid, and behind the vegetable garden there was a large, sturdy bathhouse with a ridge on the roof.

“Okay, mistress, will you give me some tea?” Evsey finally asked.

Irka did not want to spoil her relationship with the new boss. Especially since the firewood that she was chopping now, like the others, was helped by Yevsey. And sometimes, like in every yard, he threw her a small piece of lard or smoked meat when they sent the Germans another portion of pork.

“Well, let’s go into the house,” she simply answered Yevsey.

They sat and drank tea with sandwiches: Yevsey had brought with him a piece of salted lard and a crust of bread, which the Germans had recently begun to supply his supply team with. Unsweetened hot tea and salted frozen lard with bread - amazingly tasty food when you are young and your body constantly demands food!

“Your bathhouse is nice!” Evsey finally spoke up.

Yes, the bathhouse was Irina's pride. Her grandfather had built it. He had built the stove himself, he had chosen the trees in the forest for the building himself, he had cut the ridge on the roof himself.

Irka smiled at the memories of her grandfather.

“Give me a steam bath in your bathhouse!” asked Evsey.

“Why don’t you steam yourself?” Ira objected.

"Not by yourself - that's not it, but lying on a shelf and having someone whip you until you're red - that's true."

Irina knew a thing or two about bathing. Yes, you can't steam yourself as much as if someone skilled danced quietly with a broom on your back, creating heat, and then started whipping you crookedly until your body became the color of ripe beets.

“Okay, if you don’t bother me, I’ll give you a steam!” she agreed after some thought.

* * *

Evsey was lying on the top bunk in the bathhouse and waiting for Irina. He had already whipped himself with a birch whisk: chest, stomach, legs and was waiting for the main thing - when they would steam his back.

Irina came out of the dressing room dressed in a nightgown - probably her husband's.

"Turn away and don't stare!" she ordered Yevsey. He obediently turned his face to the bathhouse window.

She quietly went over his shoulders, his back, his thighs and his calves with a whisk. Back and forth, back and forth. And finally, she began to whip Evsey's body with all her might. Evsey only grunted under her blows.

"That's it, I can't take it anymore," Irka sat down tiredly on the bench. Yevsey turned his head and looked at her: completely wet with sweat, with her shirt clinging to her body and fainting from the bathhouse heat, she was a miracle of beauty. Large breasts outlined from under the shirt clinging to her body, an elegant waist, powerful wide hips.

“Well, let me steam you now – you’re still all wet!” suggested Evsey.

Irka unexpectedly agreed, she really loved the pleasure of the bathhouse.

"Just stand in the corner and don't look at me!"

When Yevsey got up from the shelf and turned away, she quickly took off her sweat-soaked shirt and lay down on the shelf, covering her hips with her hands and hiding her breasts as much as possible.

Evsey steamed her for about twenty minutes, sometimes giving her a minute to rest, pouring cool water from a ladle before doing so.

Finally, Irka relaxed completely - her hands were simply lying along her body and she didn’t care at all that a strange man was staring at her luxurious ass.

Yevsey doused her with cool water from a ladle several times and stood there admiring the woman's body. It enchanted him so much that he could not resist pressing his lips to her tailbone, and then he went with light kisses along the entire spine to the neck.

Irka did not understand what these touches to her body were, but she liked them unusually. Her body melted under the man's caresses, not feeling any threat. Steamed, she lay limply on her stomach, and she did not even want to move.

Evsey liked the smell and taste of a freshly washed, steamed female body so much that he continued to work and work with his lips and tongue. With light, gentle touches, he showered Irina's body with kisses, sometimes licking a piece of the body with his tongue.

Irina felt as if she had been carried away to the heights beyond the clouds, the only thing that was growing was the heat in her lower abdomen. All promises to herself were forgotten, set aside: not to be with another man. All that remained was the feeling of the bliss of the body, the feeling that someone big and strong was caressing and caressing your body.

Evsey could no longer stand it - he got so hard and swollen from the sight and caresses of the young body that he literally jumped on Irina, crushing her with his whole body. Irka could not even move under his weight. And he, without a second's hesitation, thrust his hot sting into her. Irka moaned from the feeling of fullness in her vulva. She moaned and wheezed with each of his thrusts and, finally, screaming from the orgasm that covered her, she fainted and lay motionless on the shelf. Evsey worked faster and faster. How he liked to press himself against her body, against those white thighs! And then, finally, a pulsation in the head of his penis and the release of semen, darkness in her eyes and weakness in her whole body.

Evsey rose from Irina and looked at the motionless body spread out before him.

"Oh, my God, did my heart skip a beat from the heat?!" Evsey was frightened. He poured cool water over Irina's back and legs three times. Then he turned Irina over onto her back and put his hand under her left breast. Her heart was pounding. Evsey's forehead was covered in sweat: "Thank God, she's alive!" Evsey poured cool water over Irina's chest and head. Then he moved closer to her face to feel her breath. And then Irka opened her eyes.

"The snake! The snake is a tempter!" was all she could say in a cooing voice and, grabbing him by the neck, she pressed her lips to his.

Valka

The potatoes were dug up and collected in sacks. Everyone was terribly tired. Yevsey ordered his assistants to put those of the women who were unable to walk home from the field on a cart and take them to the village. And then return and bring the sacks of potatoes to the pig farm. Being a strong man, Yevsey did not overwork himself too much harvesting potatoes. But he was depressed by the fact that the wind, carrying the dust raised by those harvesting, had covered his face and neck, and now all this, seasoned with sweat from his labor, forced him to scratch here and there. He remembered that behind the field a stream spilled into a small lake. And he decided to go there to rinse himself.

Valentina Khimochkina, who was called Valka in the village, decided to shirk her last round of harvesting. She really wanted to swim in the small lake that had formed due to a natural dam on the stream that flowed past the village. Knowing that no one would come here, after filling the sacks with potatoes again and carrying them to the cart, she ducked behind the bushes and ran to the lake.

* * *,

Yevsey undressed, and happily washing off the dust, he dove into the lake. He dove and emerged almost in the middle of the lake.

And suddenly he heard snorting and splashing from the edge of the pond to his left. Curious about who it was, he carefully swam up to the wall of sedge and began to look out from behind it for the swimmer.

And then he saw a woman swimming towards the center of the lake. He hid behind several sedge stems and waited for her to continue. She swam almost to the middle of the lake, turned around and swam back. But since she was swimming on her back, she lost her bearings a little. And now she was swimming straight towards Yevsey, who was hiding behind the sedge bushes.

Evsey came out from behind the sedge bushes and grabbed Valka by the waist, turning her to face him. Valka squealed, but when she saw her superiors, she immediately fell silent.

“So what are we doing here while the others are working?” Evsey asked sternly.

Knowing Evsey’s tough nature towards slackers, Valka quickly muttered: “I’ll work it off, I’ll work it off later, I’ll work it all off,” completely forgetting that she and Evsey were standing naked to the chest in the water.

Evsey looked at the outlines of white female breasts in the muddy water, at Valka's pretty face with big grey eyes and said weightily: "Not later, but right now you will work it off!" He picked up the slender, short Valka in his arms and carried her to the shore.

Valka didn't know what to do. On the one hand, she was guilty, on the other, Yevsey, who was known in the village as a great womanizer, was carrying her naked somewhere with a clearly bad purpose.

Evsey carried Valka to the shore and laid her under the willow bushes on the fresh soft grass. She was wonderfully beautiful: a young, slender woman, almost a girl, her body white on the green grass, sparkling in the sun with a scattering of drops on her flat, elastic tummy, on her small but plump breasts and round cheeks. Evsey could not resist and began to collect these drops from Valentina’s body with his lips. This “turned Valka on”. From the feeling of her own nakedness, from the understanding that her body was being kissed by a young, handsome, naked man, Valka’s breathing and heartbeat quickened. And when Evsey

He kissed her hotly on her flushed lips, and she responded with an equally hot kiss.

Evsey, unable to bear the sweet torture any longer, fell upon Valka and, pressing his hand to her groin, began to open the petals of her lower lips. He stroked the entrance to her womb, felt the mound above her lips and began to rub it, grasping it with his thumb and index finger.

Valka couldn't stand it, she started fidgeting on the grass. And Yevsey kept rubbing and rubbing. Then he inserted his little finger into her vagina, and continued to tease her clitoris with his thumb.

Valka began to moan and try to impale herself on his little finger.

Evsey realized that it was time! He placed the woman's feet on the grass, spreading them wide apart. He rose above her and easily entered her, as she was already ready for intercourse.

Valka couldn't hold out for even five minutes; her cheeks turned red, her lips turned scarlet, her body began to tremble, she began to thrash about under Yevsey, screamed a happy woman's scream and came.

Evsey, literally immediately, gasped and finished after him.

A minute later, Yevsey was already bathing his new lover in the lake.

He carefully rinsed the woman's insides with his fingers, washing away his sperm, hoping that conception would not happen soon.

They got dressed and calmly walked to the village.

Nyurka

Today it was Nyurka's turn to clean the pigsty and distribute feed to the pigs. It was the end of summer, and the heat was unbearable. And from this heat and the stench of the pigsty, consciousness was clouded, and nausea rolled in. Today, Evsey's henchmen got hold of some moonshine somewhere in the morning and got completely drunk. The heat had spread them out and Evsey was only able to store them in a small room for the work shift of the pig complex, where they lived.

With little Nyurka, he himself had to clean twelve pig pens and then distribute feed to them.

Nyurka worked with a shovel, raking out the shit from the pens, and Yevsey loaded it onto a wheelbarrow and took it to the pit, where it was all covered with earth, and left under it for humus - for the next year. Then they delivered food to the pigs, and finally the work was finished.

Evsey, based on his previous work, put two buckets of well water in the sun. By the end of their work, it had warmed up, and they could wash themselves with it and even douse their bodies with it.

Nyurka washed Yevsey's body with water from a bucket, but her innate mischief made her tilt the bucket a little lower. And a thin stream of water trickled down Yevsey's tailbone in his breeches.

Yevsey jerked from the unpleasant sensation in his lower back, and, screaming, "Oh, you hooligan!", he poured the rest of the bucket on Nyurka. Then they happily splashed from another bucket on each other until Yevsey poured the rest on Nyurka again.

Nyurka was all wet. Her hair was stuck to her head. Her dress was completely stuck to her body.

Nyurka got angry at Yevsey: “Well, what am I supposed to do, a wet slut like that?”

Evsey giggled: “Take it off, we’ll dry it now!!!”

"Where?"

"Oh, there on the fence, near the pigsty - it will dry out in a jiffy!"

Nyurka ordered: “Then go around the corner of the pigsty and don’t come out.”

She quickly undressed and hung her dress on the fence in the sun.

But Yevsey had no intention of sitting around the corner. He came out from around the corner when Nyurka had already hung up her dress. And he walked straight towards her.

Nyurka only managed to cross her arms in a truly feminine movement, grabbing her shoulders with her palms, covering her breasts.

Yevsey came up and hung over Nyurka. He grabbed her palms, took them off her shoulders, spread her arms to the sides, exposing her breasts, and then grabbed her, slid down her body and, grabbing her pelvis with his hands, lifted her to his height.

Now her head was at his level. He pressed his lips to hers and began kissing those ripe cherries with pleasure.

Then he picked her up and carried her to the back of the pig farm, where he knew last year’s haystacks lay.

“No need, suddenly someone will see,” from these words alone, from the expression in her eyes, he understood that she was already ready to be intimate with him, and she was only worried that one of her neighbors would see it.

He carried her, grabbing her under the buttocks with one hand, and with the other he grabbed his jacket from the fence.

He threw his jacket on a pile of old straw, carefully laid Nyurka on it and began his love games. He kissed her lips, her eyes, her small but full breasts, her entire young, strong body. Everything swam before Nyurka's eyes, she was suffocating in his embrace.

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