Yevsei

The Germans entered the village of Malye Radunitsy in the summer of 1941 without a single shot. Yes, and who was there to fight? Eight women, one old woman and a couple of children are preschool children. The Red Army was not going to protect this former farm, and now a collective farm specializing in the production of pigs with the proud name “Path to Communism”.

The conquerors quickly stabbed a couple of young pigs for their needs and, in a businesslike manner, leaving Borka intact and a few sows for divorce, they proceeded on. And in the village there was a hozkommand recruited from prisoners of war: three men over fifty and Yevsey Smolyakov. The men were drunkards and slackers, whom they had never seen before, and therefore they were put in command by a fair man from the family of peasants who were expropriated and deported to Siberia. The German command hung on him the lance of the corporal and placed under his command three soldiers to carry out the tasks of providing the valiant German army with food and fodder. A base for this and was chosen pig farm.

Yevsei was an economic man, tenacious, thrifty, for which he commended his command. To give him a commanding appearance, he was given a parabellum in a shiny leather holster. The only Yevsei was very keen on the female sex. But before that, his command was not concerned. He was 32 years old, tall, broad-shouldered, with blue eyes and jet black hair with a wave on his forelock. Well, what is not a man!

Annie

Yevsei walked through the village, representing a new power. And he liked it very much. He was dressed in a German military uniform: cashmere, french, riding breeches and wet boots. On the belt holster with a gun - power! He walked to the village council, from whose door the name of the collective farm had already been knocked down and the red flag faded in the sun had been torn from the wall.

Going into the village council, Yevsei shook his head in disapproval when he saw an unbroken poppy banner with the slogan "Long live Comrade Stalin!" Having got up on the bench, gently pulled off the banner, rolled it up and threw it on the table: the chalk inscription can be washed off, and the matter can still be useful for something. And then he heard a sound behind the wall in the next small room.

Opening the door, Yevsei saw a young girl sitting on a couch covered with some kind of row. Nearby was a small table and chair. A small shelf with veneer doors was hung on the wall.

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

The girl scared jerked to see his form and squeezed out in a half-whisper:

"I live here".

“Why then - here?” Yevsei asked in surprise.

“Why are you asking me questions?” The girl suddenly replied angrily.

"Therefore, as I am now a new power here!" - Yevsei lounging in a chair answered

"Fascist!" - suddenly shouted the girl.

“I’m not,” answered Yevsei, “But you are probably a communist ?!”

"No, for now only - Komsomol!" - shouted the girl.

“Or maybe you have a document?”, Yevsei asked, slyly squinting.

“There is !!!”, the girl shouted, and jumping up, she took out a cardboard book from the locker.

“Uh, yes, you are the ideological enemy of the new order, can you be left with some harmful activity here?” Yevsei grinned. He tore out the little book, threw it on the table and said sternly:

"Yes, you need to search!".

And he, in spite of the resistance of the girl, twisted in front of her a strong stout hand, which was always in his pocket. Twisting his hands, he threw the girl on the couch and then fastened them, wrapping the girl by the head on the top cross member of the bed on the couch. Then he sat next to her.

Now the girl was lying in front of him on the couch and could no longer rypnutsya.

“So, and what do we have here?”, Yevsei sternly asked, unbuttoning a cotton blouse on the girl. There was nothing in the summer heat under the koftenka. And Yevsei gladly pawed a small chest, in a businesslike manner he ran his hand to the navel, stroked his side.He liked the girl: not fat, but not skinny, breasts small, but plump.

"What are you doing, so it is impossible!", The girl was already babbling in a whimpering voice.

“Urban touchy”, Yevsei thought, and said out loud in an angry voice:

"Or maybe you hid something here ?!", and pulled the girl up the hem of the skirt to the navel, wrapping the hem of the hem of the skirt's belt so that she would not interfere with his actions.

She was wearing white calico knickers. Evsey, not rassusolivaya further, pulled the pants up to his knees. The girl huddled, but her hands were screwed to the couch tightly, and she could only put her legs on the leg, trying to close the crotch with her foot.

“I knew you were hiding something there!”, Yevsei said with a malicious smile.

Then he got up from the couch and pulled off her panties completely. The girl flushed her face and turned him to the side. Yevsei, meanwhile, undressed, carefully hung his jacket and breeches on a chair, then took off his undershirt and underpants. For full order, he went to the door and threw a hook on the bracket so that no one would interfere with his business. Then he walked over to the girl, put one of her legs to the side and sat down on the couch between her legs, so that one of her legs was behind him, and the other bent at the knee he held his hand over his thigh.

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

"Do not, I'm still a girl!".

Yevsei looked into her eyes, stroked his thigh and said:

"Well, so what, it's time, then, a woman becomes."

The girl suddenly burst into tears, not in a voice, and so, the tears just poured.

“Yes, and if nobody marries me later?”

“Chu, stupid!” Yevsei smiled, “Yes, after the war, there will be no girls here: either the Germans snuff or red if they return!”

He spread her legs wider and began stroking her crotch, spreading the petals of her lower lips to the sides and stroking the bottom of her pubis, where he knew that women had the most sensitive place. The girl realized that all this is inevitable and stopped whimpering and twitching. Just lay, eyes closed. Yevsei noticed that the hem, which was wrapped in front, peeps out from under her ass.

“Oh, damn, after all, I pack blood with blood, and maybe the girl has only one skirt!”, Yevsei thought, “And if not the skirt, then the bed is a mess.”

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

"It is necessary to bed it, and you will get dirty with blood," and then the girl saw his member, standing up in anticipation of an early application.

"God, what a huge one you have," the girl whispered in fright.

Yes, Yevsei's body was strong and beautiful: 18 centimeters long and somewhere up to six thick in the head.

"Yes, he will not fit in me, you will tear me all over," the girl was frightened.

“There wasn’t yet such a case, so that from x * I’ll pi * yes and burst,” Yevsei laughed, “This is not for you to give birth. That's when they give birth, yes, it happens! ”.

Yevsei walked over to the girl, took her by the legs, put her knees on his shoulders and pulled her basin off the couch, put a handkerchief under it, folded it in half. Then he knelt on the couch between the legs of the girl and wetting the head of the saliva member began to slowly push it between the labia in the vagina. The girl, rolling her eyes out, was looking at him, not yet feeling anything terrible. But here Yevsei felt that he had rested against the maiden barrier.

“Well, what, let 's ruffle a pi * dne!”, He blurted out his favorite saying. And sharply moved the pelvis, driving the penis to the maximum depth. After that, he fell on his elbows and hung over the girl.

A wounded hare burst from the girl. But Yevsei already boldly and assertively shooed in the girl's vagina, scattering the hymen into a rag. The girl screamed at every sharp jerk. Yevsei had not had a woman for five days already, and he rather quickly felt a ripple in the head of his penis and, finally, the body exploded with a flash of orgasm. Yevsei made a few more sharp jolts, driving his seed to the girl, then, resting, leaned on the girl with his whole body.

"What is your name, then?"

"Annie".

“Well, here we met, and me - ...