Natalya Ivanovna refused to believe what was happening. The smell of incense and incense made my head spin. From the mournful monotonous mumbling of the priest, he pounded in his temples. Among the hubbub of the crowd that filled the church, she clearly distinguished the sobs of her mother. What was happening was like a fog through the veil of a veil. Afraid to turn her head, she felt the imposing figure of her fiancé to her right with her skin. Tall, of outstanding heroic build, in a full dress uniform, in orders, with a proud posture, a lush gray mustache and a bald head shining in the light of numerous candles, next to the fragile short 18-year-old Tatochka, as she was affectionately called by her family, her betrothed stood proudly and majestically - Polikarp Semenovich Stolbov, retired general, 57 years old, rich widower.
Natalya Ivanovna saw him for the second time in her life. She had first glimpsed him a month ago. He was present at the family dinner, talking only to the girl's father. Natasha's father was glad that his fourth daughter, the youngest and most beloved, got such a brilliant party. His wife did not share her husband's enthusiasm. She did not like the difference of almost 40 years between her daughter and son-in-law. The new relative was older than her by as much as 20 years. But she could not oppose anything against the will of her husband. Frozen with horror, Natasha saw this huge old man stretching his arms towards her. Raising his veil, he bent his head and pressed his hard lips against the tender lips of his young wife. Taking her by the hand, he led her out of the church. As if inanimate, Natalya Ivanovna barely rearranged her legs and reached the carriage.
Leaning on her husband's arm, she sat down in it, completely deafened by the howl of the crowd, excited by the sound of coins, which were generously thrown into the crowd by the servants of Polikarp Semenovich. The carriage headed towards the general's estate. Behind her stretched a string of carriages in which the guests rode. At the festive dinner, Tata could not swallow a single piece. Silently coming to her senses, she furtively looked at her husband. He was in a great mood, ate a lot and with appetite, drank a lot, and now and then glared at her with a prickly, heavy look, from which her face flared up brightly. She went to her new home all alone. The general refused to take even her faithful maid Akulina, saying that the house was already full of servants. At the end of the dinner, the general personally escorted Tatochka to her room and left. There she was met by a portly woman in her thirties.
“I am Anna, Mr. General ordered me to be with you. Kindly help you undress, mistress,” she said, and having seated the girl in an armchair, she began to slowly undress her. Tata obediently raised and lowered her arms and legs, helping to take off her clothes. When only the thinnest undershirt remained on her, the new maid invited her to go to the restroom. There was a huge wooden tub from which steam rose. Holding back a groan of pleasure, Natasha took off her last clothes and plunged into the hot water, feeling a monstrous tension leave her. I had to get out of the water when it completely cooled down. Tata stood limply while her new maid wiped dry her body red from hot water. When finished, the maid took her back to the room. “Lie down, mistress, your husband will come soon,” the maid fussed.
Tata wanted to put on a shirt, but Anna took it away with the words "not ordered." Tata climbed onto the bed naked, blushing with shame all over. She wanted to cover her nakedness with a veil, but it was “not ordered” either. With a small mouse, knees drawn up to her chin, Natasha sat and waited in horror for what would happen next. The general went in to his wife. The uniform was half undone. He collapsed into a chair, Anna rushed to him and began to pull off his boots. Then her nimble fingers began to unbutton the numerous small buttons on her uniform. The maid also took off the trousers from the master and Natasha disappeared from sight. In one shirt, however, covering the old man's hips, he went to his wife's bed and sat down. He grabbed her with his huge hands and put her on his knees. His hands began roughly and painfully to knead two tender young breasts.
He strongly pulled his nipples with his fingers and laughed while listening to her cries. Then he opened his mouth and began to wetly kiss the bride on the lips. Pressing his fingers on her cheeks, he forced her to open her mouth and stuck his tongue in there. Closing his eyes, the general quickly turned them in Tatochka's mouth, not stopping twisting tiny pale pink papillae in his fingers. Laying her on the bed, he shouted - "Anka, cook!" and went somewhere. The stout Anna tied the hands and feet of the young lady to the headboards of the bed with silk scarves. Then from a small jug she splashed oil into her palm and began to massage her young mistress between her legs. Oshalev Tata did not even twitch from what was happening. The feeling of someone else's hand in his most secluded place was unusual and pleasant. Everything between my legs became slippery. Anna gently parted the mistress's slit with slippery fingers and began to rub the oil into a small bump covered with a hood of skin. Tata felt everything flare up and throb between her legs.
The oil cooled the skin. Anna stepped aside and the general climbed onto the bed on his knees. He was completely naked. From a gray tuft of hair in his crotch protruded a huge scarlet-gray leather club. It was about half the size of Tatochkin's hand. Under the club hung two large leather bags, one slightly lower than the other. The general settled down between two young legs and began to poke his club into the swollen crotch of the young lady. He was breathing heavily and feverishly rummaged through the pink fresh flesh of the girl. With his hands, he again began to torment the two apples of his chest. The tip of his club slid over the oily slit. Taking a member in his hand, the general directed the head into a tiny hole covered with a film of innocence. Tata felt tense.
Polikarp Semenovich puffed his hips and pushed his monster into the girl's insides. The oil made it easier to slide, but Tata was still in a lot of pain. She did not dare to scream, for she understood that her husband was within his rights. So she bit her lip and moaned softly. The general finally inserted his cock all the way, pressing his big hairy belly against Tata's sunken belly. Taking a nipple in his mouth, he sucked into it like a baby with force and began to pull the dick out of his wife. Taking it out entirely, he looked at her mezhnozhe. A bloody smudge was stretching from the crack, and there was also blood on a large swollen prick. Polikarp Semyonovich grunted contentedly and again began to ram the unfortunate hole.
He slowly pushed the cock inward until it stops and just as slowly pulled it back. Tears flowed from Natalya Ivanovna's eyes. The old man worked on the girl for 10 minutes every now and then, dropping his wet mouth to her nipples, then to her lips. The hemispheres of the breasts shone with saliva, from prolonged passionate kisses Tata breathed heavily. And suddenly the husband pressed his bald head against her neck and began to twitch with his whole body. Inside Tata it became warm and wet squelched. The softened member slipped out of the scolded hole and she felt something pour out of her after him. The general got out of the alcove. Naked, he sat down on a chair and, throwing his head back, came to his senses, stroking his big belly, overgrown with gray hair. Anna appeared silently from somewhere. In her hands was a wet towel and she gently wiped the fallen member of the owner. Then she wiped the blood and semen from her young mistress with gentle gentle movements, untied her and carefully covered her with a veil. The general got up, put on a luxurious silk robe and retired to his chambers.