1. Fedor Zuev - reserve officer. Part 1: Hello my hometown (true)
  2. Fedor Zuev - reserve officer. Part 2: New accomplishment (profit)
  3. Fedor Zuev - reserve officer. Part 3: Life with a civilian bias
  4. Fedor Zuev - reserve officer. Part 4: Life is movement
  5. Fedor Zuev - reserve officer. Part 5: Fedor and Lily ... (true)
  6. Fedor Zuev - reserve officer. Part 6: The hyperboloid of engineer Zuev (byl)
  7. Fedor Zuev - reserve officer. Part 7: Epilogue

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Keep! ".

- Great, sailor! Hold tight! Now I will try the strength of sailor. He turned her back to himself, bent, slightly spreading her legs with her legs in boots and so vdul her right into the place where her "pussy" trembled with impatience, she gasped, sat down slightly, then immediately straightened her legs, bent her back so that she almost got her head and whispered:

- Come on! But fast...

“That is how it will be, madam,” he chuckled.

- If it does not work, then there is nothing to start! - she answered rudely, trying to raise the body into an upright position, but then she felt how his boyfriend was already shoving into her already wet hole ...

- “Okay, really! Let him fuck! He is not a bad person, maybe he will also come in handy, ”she thought, helping him to perform reciprocating movements, from which his blows seemed like a boyish prank to her.

- “Well, man! And also the doctor, Well, there are such men who don’t know how to do that either, ”she grinned, clinging to her penis with her nails, which she tried to push as hard as possible,“ otherwise I can’t see an orgasm ”, she thought . He suddenly became furious, his dick straightened like a tree trunk after a storm, he grabbed her belt with both hands and became, what was peeing, knocking her booty on his legs and testicles, which became sick from such blows. She heard her ears whistle. "Apparently from overload," she thought. But he pushed her toward the couch where he was examining the sick, and so threw her at her that she gasped, turned around and saw large drops of sweat on his hanging cheeks, and then his “boy” began to shudder, pouring something sticky into her body .

- Well, how are you? He asked, wiping her crotch with a white bandage.

- All is well, my doctor! You coped with your task. By the way, how often do you use this couch for such purposes? - her mocking bulging eyes expressed extreme curiosity.

- Why?

- Yes, he staggers you ...

- Could it be that I was wandering? - he began to feel the sofa ... No, he does not falter ...

“Well, then my old legs did not hold me well,” she smiled, pulling up her black leather tops of her boots.

- Okay, Kapa! You gotta go. Go to the common part, there you have prepared all the documents ...

- And money? - she turned.

“Here's a present from me,” he took out a weighty package from the table, “and you will receive the rest in the financial unit.” Well, come to me, we must part in Russian, ”he hugged her and kissed her so firmly on the lips that she barely caught her breath.

- Good-bye, my doctor Aibolit, - she threw him a kiss ...

- Farewell, my girl, but do not forget that here you are always welcome and your beloved is always waiting for you ...

... Zuev already shaved, washed, as his mother immediately brought him tea with fresh currants and a portion of cakes.

- Eat, my joy, everything is fresh. Just cooked. She wanted to say something else as the phone immediately rang.

- Comrade second rank captain Zuev?

- Yes sir! And who are you?

- The duty officer of the fleet captain of the third rank Vasnetsov. The Fleet Commander invites you to his 10–00.

- There is! - Zuev answered shortly, sat down and thought: And for what else does he need me?

When he approached the door of the office of the fleet commander, she suddenly opened and adjutant midshipman Terletsky emerged from it.

- Captain second rank Zuev?

- Why did the chief call me? - carelessly asked Zuev, trying to suppress his excitement ..

- Come in, please. He will tell you everything.

He entered, walked to the table through a group of officers, and saw the Commander. Something familiar seemed to his face: the same sharp chin put forward, a straight nose, a wrinkled forehead and eyes as blue as the sea. For the first time in the school, he saw such eyes from one cadet who was sitting in a class at the old table, but his hair was black, and now the vice-admiral was tinted with gray hair ...

“Well, the Far Eastern hero, come closer,” the comflot drawled out narrow, but as it turned out, a very strong and callused hand.

- Comrade Fleet Commander. The second rank captain in the reserve ... he began, but he came up, put his hand on his right shoulder and asked: “What have I aged? Do not even know? - he asked. Zuev straightened up and answered cheerfully:

- And you do not know? I have a good memory. Peter Swede, here you are, a cadet of the Higher Naval Engineers weapons school in St. Petersburg ...

- Stop! Do not disclose! - pushed his commander to the table.

- This is my classmate Captain second rank Zuev ... Stop! Sorry. By order of the Commander-in-Chief of the Navy, captain of the second rank, Zuev was given another military rank, so, congratulations, Fedor, here are your epaulets ...

The officers clapped their hands and began to congratulate Zuev with firm handshakes.

When the office was empty, the commander invited him to sit on the sofa and said:

- Fedor! I have long been not Peter Shved, but Peter Alekseevich Shvedov. I had to change my last name, but that’s another conversation. Somehow tell. You remember how I surprised everyone with my graduation project, they opened all the roads to me and now I’ve reached the Commander of the fleet. I will not ask about your fate, I already know everything about it. Just say: do you want to work in my analytical group? There, the position of chief engineer vacated.

- And what am I going to do there among your engineers? Probably, some assov picked up?

- I do not argue. The people there are smart, but you will work alone. You see. We will soon receive new Pl, completely different weapons and mechanisms. True, the CU commanders have been sitting on them since the beginning of their construction, they have figured out something. But there are nuances when the commander of the warhead hangs the weapons of his or almost nomenclature. It is necessary to deal with them, and for this it is necessary to turn over all technical literature on boats and make the duties of the CU commanders to assign to them their nomenclature. This is not a simple matter, since there are products that provide only certain compartments, it is easy, but when there are two or three compartments, it is already more difficult, but general-operable systems, like, say, putting out a fire, are everywhere, but who is responsible for them is not clear to many. Factory workers sit like fish, all questions are answered only, that in the technical documentation that says it all, but I looked and was stunned, because I did not find the owner of the fire extinguishing system. Do you understand.?! God forbid such a crew will go out in the sea in an acute combat situation. They themselves and drown. That's when I remembered you. By the way, tomorrow come to headquarters in the form of new epaulets. So it will be easier to talk with commanders and elders on all the ships of the fleet. Have you truncated my thought?

- I understood everything, comrade fleet commander!

- Come on, sit down, rude. Clamp your nerves in your fist, and work. It is not my fault that you were so proud in the Pacific Fleet (as the Commander called the Pacific Fleet), but what can you do. You spread rot there not just for fun: Your wife Lyudka was beaten from you for Egorov. I know everything about this scam, and they achieved their goal, you bastards. But nothing. I will become the first deputy commander in chief, I will deal with them. By the way, did you watch your apartment?

- Of course...

- Do you like it?

- Still would!

“Did you know that the head of the military intelligence of the fleet, General Namgaladze, Stalin’s personal friend, lived in it ...”

- I knew. I remember this apartment since the forty-first year. Then I was eight, and my mother was friends with his wife Namgaladze. He had my father head of the AHC, and he quarreled with the Georgian, he ordered not to give the products to the remaining population, but to destroy everything, and then my mother's parents stayed, the father and gave them canned food.Namgaladze yelled at him and ordered him to be removed from office, then his father left for the Chapayev Division and died on the 35th-fifth battery. There he was buried in a mass grave, but the name on the wall of the museum is listed ...

Yes, many of our people were killed here, but then we poured them when we took Sevastopol ... - Peter smiled and asked:

“I heard that you seemed to be married,” and at that moment the telephone rang. Peter picked up the phone and threw a flag in order to hear all the voices from the phone.

- Comrade Commander. Reports the head of the hospital of the Black Sea Fleet, Colonel Coast. Captain second rank Zuev you?

- Captain first rank Zuev I have ...

- Reporting. An hour ago, his wife bore him a son, Alexander, 3750 grams. weight and daughter Catherine the Great in 3550 gr. weight. Kids - class. Now they sleep with their mother. Then we will report in more detail ...

- Yeah! Got quiet. And who is your wife?

“Twenty-three year old girl Alice from Wonderland,” Zuev answered and put a handkerchief to her eyes.

- Well, what are you, friend? Need to rejoice! - Quietly said Peter.

- And I'm crying for joy, said Peter.

Then the komflot poured a glass of brandy and they drank to the new masters of the world, the komflot gave his car and Zuev drove off to the hospital, where Alice woke up an hour later and she wrapped his arm around him and said:

- Well, tell me, who is your real wife?

- You! And who else?

- Are you happy that twins?

- Still would! I lost my life once and for all the joy that such children have.

- Did you come up with names?

- Not! This is me together with Kapochka. Judge for yourself: Alexander the Great, Alexander Suvorov, Alexander Pushkin ... or Catherine the Great! Honor and praise her, and some scum all the time smears it with mud ...

- There are among the good people and trash. What can you do? That is life...

- You are not tired with me?

- What are you? Speak ...

- I am still weak, I lie down for an hour and fall asleep ... And how is Kapitolina spinning around you?

- It is spinning, but it does not ask for a neck ...

- Wow! I don't recognize Kapu ...

- She shy of me. Now she is being taken to our hospital as a senior nurse ...

- This is her calling. But if you really want it, then put it with you. I allow. I do not like when men for this place hand hold, and sometimes masturbate until you drop ...

- Do not think about it. Our happiness is still to come. There will be many more miracles, no wonder we were lying naked on the Crimean land. She's a magic ...

- How do you know?

- We were only waiting for you with your little son, but we also got a daughter. Is this not great happiness? Yes! The commander ordered me to kiss you and congratulate you on your faithful service to the Motherland ...

“So kiss, rather,” she pulled back the blanket.

- Not! This time, only in the sponge, but then wherever you want.

- And if I want everywhere?

- So there and kiss, and Kapu still invite ...

- Okay! Kiss on the lips and hello to your commander. For the apartment and your new epaulets for him many thanks ...

12/23/2018, Mr .. Edward Zaitsev.

2 comments
  • December 26, 2018 19:03

    Super, as always.

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  • December 27, 2018 19:42

    wonderful!!!

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