Life of Egor Kuzmich

Erotic story December 16, 2006

About Yegor Kuzmich the thin fame walked around the village, as if he was cohabiting with her domestic servants. Having given a fair amount of redemption, he recently sent home a seventeen-year-old girl, Pauline, who was buoyant. The meticulous women found out from her that even though she had been on demolition for a long time, and in order to continue to commit adultery with her, he forced her to get up on all fours and like to use cattle through her ass. Hearing this, they looked with sympathy into the girl’s clean, naively wide-open eyes, and hiding their greasy eyes, shook their heads with visible conviction. Ah, he is a womanizer, ah he is a dishonest unscrupulous!

He was not an old man yet, lonely, because hearing about what the village women were vibrating alive near the well, understanding him, the peasants only smirked. And what remains to be done to a lonely, not old man yet, if in a closet on his bed, freely sprawled on a bed, a young juicy girl sleeps soundly? How can he not use it?

Well, she puffs up a bit, sheds tears in her ruined maiden innocence, so what? But, oh, how sweet it is to bruise, lovingly torture the smooth girlish body, make him frantically beat in love languor.

Polina's spiteful women, especially from among the young widows, met him invitingly smiling at him, cherishing the alluring hope of replacing her in his bed. But he didn’t refuse them, especially if his beautiful face seduced him.

Sneaking late in time to his house, they looked around the guard and knocked quietly at the window indicated by him, slipping into his bed with a dark shadow.

After spending a few hot nights filled with passionate torment, they parted with him, so that they would never meet again, they carried his gift in the womb. The only gift he could give them for their sultry delights. Yegor Kuzmich preferred to them young chaste girls.

Tired of loneliness with a convenient opportunity, he conveyed to his distant large relative of many children an urgent request to send him a daughter to serve in the house. Yes, so that she was neat, her body was fine, but her face was pleasant.

After receiving it, Matrona was overwhelmed with joy. She was hungry in her widow's house, and here she had to feed seven more mouths of girls. Looking at the older daughter Marfunka, who sat up in the maids, she sadly told her: “You see you have to go to the entom adage. Good people said that he loves young girls, but you are no longer young, and under the crown you probably never will, so do not touch him daughter, fulfill any of his desires.

- Oh, mamma, how can you go to his bed without a crown? - Bashfully flaming face, asked her girl. - Sin is.

“But, it's still better than dying of hunger at home.” Do not tell me, and go to Egor Kuzmich. He is a wealthy man, with him you will not be lost.

Martha herself was glad to go even to the ends of the earth, just not to grow old in her father’s house. She will not oppose him, without regret will give him her chastity. The wealth is not great, if there are no hunters on it.

Yegor Kuzmich’s house is large, not like mother’s, but empty. No mistress in it.

Carefully looking at her, he was pleased with her. The handsome, handsome girl of Marfush. It is good and the body is plentiful.

Stella bed in the evening, she looked at him inquiringly.

“Together, you huddle together in a closet,” he ordered, hiding his eyes.

“Well, as you say, father,” she replied, hiding a smile.

- I am not your father Marfush, but Yegor Kuzmich. You are not my daughter, and I am not your darling, I have nothing to magnify.

Having laid the bed, she looked at the icon lamp glowing near the icon and piously crossed herself, quickly unraveling the long girl's scythe.Taking off a dress, chilly walking with bare feet, she slowly walked past Yegor, and not resisting the temptation, it was too attractive, a smooth girl, he eagerly grabbed her bulky ass.

- Ay! What do you spoil uncle Egor ?!

- Why are you so shy Marfusha? - He asked hoarsely approaching the girl. Dodging him, she ducked under the covers.

Crossing his chest wide, the man climbed under the blanket and leaned on her, impatiently spreading her warm thick legs.

“Just wait, I now ...” he muttered hoarsely, impatiently pushing the plump folds of her labia into a member.

A rough jolt and a short wicked pain shook her large body. With a jerk of moaning, she jerked under her.

Long descending, he stuck to her swollen lips, and tearing them with a force, drove a member into her writhing womb from the first female delight.

- Oh, good! Oh, girl, did you please me! Notably sweated! I didn’t have such a sweet woman, she didn’t exist. Thank you so much! Love and carry on my hands for this delight you will be.

Marfusha lay down on a relative, clinging to this unexpectedly close and dear man. She did not regret that she gave herself to him without a crown, but she was sure that from now on, her life would be better.

So they lived without a crown the rest of their lives, but neither he nor she, nor when did they not regret it.

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