AN INTERVIEW WITH GORSHIN (Part 10)


By KATZMAREK (C)


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"It wasn't until the middle of December 1905 that I received my ticket home," explained Admiral Gorshin. "Alas it wasn't to be in the relative comfort of a railway carriage but on a steamer, a pestilential crock of a rustbucket called the 'SS Bazan'."


"A Merchantman?" asked Ensign Koscuisko.


"Under Charter to the Ministry of Marine," Gorshin replied. "She was old and her engines feeble. She had been on the timber trade out of Dailan and had been about to return when the Japanese attacked. The ordinary seamen were given space in the holds while we officers squeezed into the cabins. I had to share a cabin with 6 other officers. It was designed to accomodate 2... it was very uncomfortable."


"We steamed in company with two other merchantmen, together with the Almaz and the Rossiya which had been ordered to return to Kronshtadt. Both warships still sported visible battle damage. The crews were very proud of it."


"It was a miserable voyage on the transports. Many of the ordinary seamen were discontent with their food and conditions, Naval discipline, the attitude of the officers, the Navy and the Government in general. They held meetings, made resolutions and formed committees."


"How did the officers react?" asked the archivist.


"Many of us had sympathy with them, particularly the Destroyer Officers who after all, shared many of their conditions. Some tried to get tough but they didn't have any confidence in the Marine Guards so couldn't do anything about it. Pikalevoi was outstanding... he talked to the men in their own language, joked with them... kept the lid on."


"We coaled at Tsingtao... 40 men promptly deserted... we let them go. No-one could be bothered going after them."


"What of this couple, the Yevtushenkos, who you lived with in the Hotel in Vladivostok? What happened to them?" asked the Ensign.


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Grusha Yevtushenko's Mother slept soundly and noisily on the big padded sofa of Yvgeny's room at the Grand Hotel. Mother and Daughter were trying, in their separate ways, to convince him to remain as their protector.


Latinka Yevtushenko had adopted the habit of 'relieving' him in the early morning. She had hitherto baulked at full sex, perhaps reserving something  for the future as she wished it. Her Daughter, Grusha, had invited Yvgeny to take her to bed as her Mother did. A sign, he supposed, of the level of trust she had in him. But when he'd bent to give her a goodnight kiss, she'd grabbed his head and sucked him in.


"What are you doing?" Yvgeny hissed.


"That's what you and Mama do," she told him. Her voice was a whine, her expression defensive. "And other things?" 


"That's none of your business!"


"Why? Mama said you liked it. She said we should make you happy."


"Did she now!" Yvgeny replied, "and why would that be?"


"So... so you would stay and look after us... just like Papa did."


"I see! And did you kiss your Papa like that?" he asked.


"Sometimes," she replied, haltingly. Uncertainty in her voice. "When it was cold..."


"Go on."


"When it was cold, all of us would cuddle together in the big bed."


"Yes, I know, so?"


"So, sometimes Papa would want to do it with Mama. I was next to them and I'd get to watch. When I was little, I was a bit frightened because I didn't know what he was doing but then... well... I understood eventually. Papa would then lean over and kiss me... like that... with his tongue and everything... while he was doing Mama."


"After a while," Grusha continued, "he showed me what he was doing. He took my hand and put it down between them... it was all slimy, I didn't like it. Sometimes, though, I'd play with it when it was all floppy. Papa didn't mind."


"I bet he didn't!" muttered Yvgeny.


"So you see, I know all about it... always have... since I was little."


"What did your Mother think of all this?"


Grusha shrugged. "She thought it was good that I knew everything. She said she didn't know a thing when she married Papa."


"She didn't mind you playing with your Father's...?"


"'Cock?' See, I know the words... and 'fuck,' that's what you want to do to Mama."


"You didn't answer!" Yvgeny said, trying to control his discomfort.


"She didn't mind. So long as I didn't let him put it up me, she thought it was ok."


"Good God!"


"What's the matter?" Grusha asked, concerned.


"It's just that that's not a proper thing for a Father... er, I mean, you're his Daughter and... oh, what the fuck, it's none of my business," Yvgeny stammered.


"So what do you want to do?" she asked, pulling up her nightshirt.


Yvgeny flopped onto his back, trying to think past the alcohol and his raging libido. He could feel Grusha next to him shuffling with her night clothes, could sense the heat from her body.


"We musn't fuck," she continued, "Mama will probably do that later. But I could rub you and you could suck my titties? You could play with my pussy if you want, would you like that?" Yvgeny groaned.


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"They were both completely sex mad," explained the Admiral to the young Ensign, "I think the Siberian Sergeant had his work cut out for him," he chuckled, "keeping those two happy..."


"You think her own Father had sex with her?" asked the Archivist, shocked.


"Probably," Gorshin shrugged, "who knows? There wasn't much anyone could have told her about the act. I'm sure she didn't learn that much just from looking. Have you got a Sister?"


"Yes, why?"


"Ever wanted to give her one? Be honest? Ever wanted her to flash her boobies, her pussy?"


"Sir... I," the Ensign flushed red.


"Of course you did. I can tell. You're a normal red-blooded young man, no?"


"I suppose so."


"Then you understand my dilemma... and the Sergeant's for that matter."


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Grusha rolled over to face him. Yvgeny stared at the plaster mouldings on the ceiling. He could feel her leg slowly slide over his bulge.


"Hmm," she cooed, "Mama said you had a nice one. She really wants you to fuck her, y'know."


"Grusha, I..."


"Do you think they're pretty, look?" she continued, ignoring his protests.


Yvgeny slowly turned his face towards her and found her holding the nightshirt above her breasts. "Mmm?" she pressed.


Yvgeny was aware of her pale skin, her body slightly puffy from the onset of womanhood. Her breasts were twin, upturned teacups; soft and jiggling as she submitted herself for his inspection.


Orthodox Christianity had not figured large in Yvgeny's upbringing. Every Russian, however, was aware of its teachings and injunctions. At the back of his mind he knew it was sinful to lust after one so young. But this girl confused him. At one she was the child, relishing in childhood delights such as swings, desserts and fresh fruit. The other, the seductress, sexually aware before it was proper. He watched her offering herself to him and felt his resolve weaken.


"Yes, pretty," he croaked. Reaching out, he touched the little, pink button of a nipple. She shivered at the sensation.


"You can kiss them if you like," she told him. He bent down and extended his tongue. Brushing the tip over her teat, he then delivered a gentle kiss. He heard a soft giggling. "You're a lot more gentle than..." she started to say before stopping herself. "Tickles," she added.


Yvgeny continued to kiss and caress her breasts with his tongue and lips, while Grusha cradled his head in her arm. She continued sliding her leg over his erection, growing tighter in the confines of his long underwear. He could feel the heat from her teenage pussy against his thigh and realised she must be rubbing it against him. The thought made him achingly hard.


He looked up and she folded him into an embrace, pressing her lips firmly against his. Yvgeny responded, as any man would to the advances of a pretty woman. He rolled her on her back and insinuated his leg between her  thighs. Her legs opened wider and she thrust her abdomen up at him. He pushed his fingers down and cupped her sex, finding it open and moist with arousal. Grusha sucked in her breath and bit her bottom lip.


"Ohh!" she sighed, and held him tighter. She then reached down with her own hand and grabbed his bulge, massaging it with her palm.


"No!" Yvgeny said firmly. To her questioning look, he told her, "I don't want to sleep in wet, slimy underwear."


Grusha chuckled; a deep, throaty laugh that made her eyes dance with mischief. "Take them off, silly!"


"You know more than you should." Yvgeny stated the obvious as he untied his underpants.


"Mama said I was born with my legs open," she explained, laughing. "As if she didn't know. Daddy wasn't her first, you know, she told me."


"You be careful or you'll be nursing infants before your confirmation."


"I'm not a harlot, you know." she said, suddenly serious. "I don't let just anyone do... I mean, no-one has put their thing..."


"You're telling me you're still a virgin?" he asked, finally freeing his pants from his ankles.


"Almost!"


"Almost? How can you be 'almost a virgin'?" he laughed.


"Well!" she looked conflicted, "just about... I mean, just a little way in... enough to break... you know... but not enough to..."


"And who did that?"


"Can't say," she responded quickly, "Mama would kill me!" Her eyes flicked to the slumbering figure of her Mother. "Hey!" changing the subject, "let's see if it's as nice and Mama said."


She lifted the sheet and rested her head on Yvgeny's chest. "Hmm," she clicked her tongue, "very nice! Mama's going to be pleased!"


"You're so sure your Mother's going to..."


"I *know* she will, and looking at that, I can see why!" she laughed. She then reached down and flicked his cock with her fingers.


"Ow!"


"Aw, here, let me rub it better." She began to massage him with her hand, "better?"


"Hmm!"


"Want me to put in my mouth?"


"Christ almighty, is there nothing...?"


"Told you I know all about it. Here, let me show you what I can do."


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"That girl could sure blow a whistle," Gorshin told the Ensign, chuckling, "lots of natural talent. Destined for great things, that girl. She became an officer in the Red Guard. Never married, but a regiment of lovers in her time. Never did get knocked up either, strange. She's still alive, too, retired and living in Leningrad. If I was younger and could still get it up, I'd give her spin or two."


"So what happened to them when you returned?"


"I left them tickets West and letters of introduction to some friends. Latinka hooked up with a Naval Officer and banged out another couple of kids. Lived in Murmansk for a while, I believe. He served in the Northern Fleet... in submarines, idiot!"


"You don't like submarines?"


"I'm claustrophobic. Once was enough... I was screaming to get out of the infernal thing. A Malyutka*, only 100 tons, like being sealed in an oil drum."


(*'Marlin'; small coastal submarine, prefabricated in sections all over the Soviet Union during World War Two. The pieces were then transported by railway and assembled at the Naval bases of Russia's three fleets, Northern, Black Sea and Baltic. Nicknamed 'Tadpole,' nearly 200 were built between 1938 and 1946)


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Grusha promptly lowered her mouth over him, scraping gently along his length with her teeth. Yvgeny reached out to caress her bare arse, seeking out her crevice with his fingers. Parting her little hairy bush, he was rewarded by a trickle of lubrication. She trembled slightly and parted her thighs, allowing Yvgeny to satisfy himself she had no intact hymen. He explored her for awhile with his finger while appreciating the work she was doing on his cock.


"Is that okay?" she asked from under the cover.


"Fine!" Yvgeny croaked.


"See, told you!" she said as she continued with the task.


Meanwhile, Yvgeny found the tiny bud of her clitoris and began manipulating it with his finger. Grusha pulled her mouth off him to breathe. She then flopped back and lay beside him on her back, panting.


"Whew! Why haven't you squirted yet? Am I not doing it right?"


"You're fine... control! And the booze... slows you down!"


"Oh! Will you touch me again with your fingers? That was nice!"


Yvgeny returned to the girl's pussy and continued to saw her slit. Grusha closed her eyes and hummed to herself, while squirming under Yvgeny's attention. She grabbed his cock in her fist and pulled on him urgently.


She grabbed a lungful of air and stiffened. Yvgeny paused.


"No... oh... keep going!" she cried.


"You sure?"


"Yes... oh!"


Yvgeny continued while Grusha desperately thrust herself at his fingers. He increased the pressure and speed making her gasp with excitement. Her body heaved, she gritted her teeth and hissed.


"Ohh... Ohhh," she hollered, "ahhhhh!"


Yvgeny straddled her and masturbated while Grusha played with his balls. His cum arched over her face and landed in her hair and the pillow behind. "Yech!" she grimaced, "that's disgusting!"


"Sorry! Couldn't help it," he gasped.


"Control, huh?" she said, smiling.


"You minx!" he told her and playfully squeezed her cheek.


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Yvgeny had lots of time to reflect on his experiences at the Grand Hotel, Vladivostok, as the survivors of Tsushima retraced their way through the Yellow Sea. Tactlessly, one of Kamimura's cruisers, the Idzumo, escorted them down the China coast to Shanghai, before paying a visit to that British treaty port.


The Russians anchored at Shanghai, too, and the officers were allowed ashore. Many Japanese sailors were also enjoying some shore leave and it wasn't long before Gorshin encountered some in the crowded markets.


He was surprised to find they were exceedingly respectful towards him. They bowed and offered him little gifts. A multilingual Chinese public servant explained to him that it was their way of recognising his courage.


"They respect you," the man said in broken Russian, "they've all heard of the Grozny and her heroic deeds."


"What heroic deeds?" Yvgeny asked, bemused.


"You fought your way out... you completed your mission... Japanese consider that you brought honour to your flag."


"Do they now?"


It wasn't long before a list of Russian Officers arrived whom the Japanese wished to entertain on the Idzumo. Yvgeny accepted the invitation, still stunned at this hero-worship from their erstwhile enemy. Some of the Russians refused, still smarting with the emotion of their defeat. Yvgeny was surprised at the detailed knowledge the Japanese Navy had about the crews of the Russian warships.


The Idzumo held a ceremony for the Russian Officers. As each name was called, the Russians marched up between the lines of clapping Japanese officers to be presented with a fine, carved ivory casket containing fans, mementos and jewelry of exquisite workmanship. For each Russian, too, was a photograph of the Idzumo and a portrait of Admiral Togo. Yvgeny accepted the gifts in the spirit they were given, he hoped.


Sake followed after a lavish meal. A translator was on hand to relay questions on the battle of Tsushima. All the Japanese wanted to know every detail of the Russian experience.


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"What can I say?" Gorshin continued, "the Japanese treated us very, very well. That Sake was some of the strongest drink I've ever sampled. Not a few of us were carried back to our ships drunk by teams of Japanese seamen. An officer accompanied each to ensure we were manhandled properly and respectfully. As we left Shanghai, the Idzumo gave us a nineteen gun salute, can you believe that? Its crew lined up on deck and gave us three cheers. I've never seen such a thing. To think we were shooting at each other not long before! Strange people, the Japanese."


"Years later I began to gather some understanding of the Japanese way of thinking. There was no shame in defeat, only in not doing your duty. To run away is unforgivable. To succumb heroically, looking your enemy in the eye, is sublime."


"The Grozny ran away?"


"Following orders, that's the difference," Gorshin replied, irritated.


Admiral Gorshin pointed to his mantelpiece of photographs and indicated the photo of the 'Idzumo' he still kept. "Katka made me put 'Admiral Togo' away in the drawer," he added, "she said she couldn't stand looking into his eyes. It's still there... in the top of the cabinet. I left it there after she passed away... she wouldn't like it if I put it on the mantel."


"Did you hear from her at this time?" asked the Ensign.


"No, not a thing. Most of the others were in the same position, never heard from their loved ones during their whole time in the East. The mail was held up on the railway. Routed onto a siding at Irkutsk, I believe, and forgotten." The Admiral shrugged, "got that crap all the time. Even today, no-one gives a fuck!"


"So for all you knew..."


"For all I knew she was bundled up with some Farmer's son from the village, banging him breathless."


"Yes... um... and did you... with this Latinka... um?"


"Is this for the State archives?" he laughed, "Katka would be furious! Yes, she banged like a barn door!"


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The following evening they dined as usual and retired early, claiming to be still suffering the effects of the night before's bingeing. This time Yvgeny found himself in the middle of the bed, Grusha having chosen to sleep on the other side of him. They'd all had a little champagne with the meal, but were relaxed rather than drunk.


Gorshin had an arm around each of the women's shoulders and they chatted about the day, cuddled together.


Vladivostok was emptying out of Military and refugees quickly now that the trains were moving. The town was breathing easier, now. Even the despised Kuban Cossacks had been withdrawn and replaced with civilian police.


The weather was growing warmer and the daylight hours increasing with every dawn. Traditional May celebrations had been held with street parades and dancing. Spring flowers were carefully nurtured in the many window boxes and sprinkled the grey streets with colour.


The Navy belched clouds of black smoke into the clear, blue skies as auxiliaries and utility vessels began to service the surviving warships of the Russian Pacific Squadrons. Workmen swarmed over the cruiser Rossiya, preparing her for sailing, while the Almaz lay in dry dock having some of her buckled hull plating replaced.


Townsfolk visited the Grozny and Bravy tied up at the pier. The little Destroyers held a fascination for them and everyone wanted to pay homage.


The Treaty between Japan and Russia had been signed. Russian warships interned in neutral ports; principally, the Diana in Saigon, the Oleg, Aurora and Zhemchug in Manila and Admiral Vitjevt's Battleship Tsesarevich, cruisers Boyarin and Askold and three Destroyers at Tsingtao, had now been released. The speedy Askold, whose 5 tall narrow funnels inspired the British to dub her, 'a packet of Woodbines,' after a brand of cigarettes, was particularly popular with the locals and everyone looked forward to her return.


Optimism and gaiety was replacing gloom and despair. Everyone felt it zinging in the air with each new day.


Grusha rolled over on her side, facing away from Yvgeny, while he put his arms around Latinka and snuggled into her warm body. Grusha's Mother shuffled against his body as if uncomfortable. Eventually she turned onto her back and looked into his eyes, a strange expression on her face. Taking his hand, she placed it over her right breast.


Through the cotton, Yvgeny could feel her nipple begin to harden. Still staring into his eyes, she moved her face perceptably closer. As if by some telepathic agreement, they kissed; a warm, lingering, passionate exchange of feeling.


Latinka held his hand harder against her breast and Yvgeny responded by gently kneading the soft flesh. Removing his hand, she sat up suddenly and deftly removed her nightshirt, pulling it over her head and discarding it on the floor. She then lay back, took his hand once more and replaced it on her hot, and very naked teat. She grabbed his head with her other hand and pulled him firmly down to kiss her again.


She wore the silk panties that Yvgeny had bought her. Yvgeny ran his hand down her body, over the shiny fabric, and onto her naked thigh. She gurgled and groaned beneath his lips and tongue and slid her hands over his muscled torso. When he sought the heat between her legs, she didn't object and spread her knees a little wider.


Suddenly Yvgeny became aware of a light touch on his cotton-covered arse. It could only be Grusha. He was, however, beyond caring as he continued to kiss and caress her Mother.


'So was this the routine with her Soldier/Farmer husband?' he wondered, 'making love to his wife while his daughter caressed his balls and arse and then got to play with his dick?' It all seem weird to Yvgeny, raised in a conservative Navy family. But he'd seen a lot of strange customs on his sojourn around the World and his eyes had been opened to many possibilities. 'Still,' he thought, 'if this was the custom in this family, then who was he to say it was wrong?' That dismissal in his mind occured at the same time as Grusha began to feel between his legs.


His cock sprang to attention upon Grusha's caressing of his balls, Latinka's urgent groping of his body, and the moist heat he sensed through her silk panties. If her Mother was aware of her Daughter's assistance she gave no indication.


He pushed his hand inside Latinka's underwear, over the damp crinkly bush, and onto her boiling, slippery sex. She released a groan and pushed herself against his probing fingers. As Yvgeny suckled her distended nipples, she felt for his bulge and slid her hand under the waistband of his underwear. Seizing his knob, she groaned again as she struggled to free it.


His long underwear capitulated under the twin assaults of Mother and Daughter. Grusha seized the waistband from the back while her Mother pushed them down from the front. She still didn't seem to notice the assistance her Daughter was giving her. Yvgeny became very excited by the powerful eroticism of it all. 'This time,' he thought, 'he was going to fuck the Mother bandy and nothing was going to get in his way.' Lust, and a Month of teasing had broken through his self-control.


Indeed, it appeared that was precisely what Latinka had in mind, too, as she pulled on him closer towards the warm delights of her pussy. Her panties were now halfway down her thighs and she shuffled them quickly down her legs and off. Seizing his cock once more, she pulled him across her sweaty thigh and towards her waiting gash.


Yvgeny rolled over between her legs and lay on top of her. She still held his cock, now comfortably nestled along her slit. She moved her bottom, massaging his length against her quim, while Grusha continued to stroke his arse cheeks and tickle his balls. He turned his head to look at the daughter and found her watching, grinning at him.


"Told you!" she mouthed.


Latinka raised her knees on either side of Yvgeny's body and pushed more urgently against his prick. She was making groans and hisses through her teeth, which were clenched together with the exertion.


On impulse, as if suddenly making up her mind, and quickly, lest she should suddenly change it, she pushed his knob down until it sank into the juicy glove of her vagina. With one collective thrust he was home, not admittedly the tightest pussy he'd encountered, but it enclosed him with exquisite sensation.


Latinka sucked in her breath at the pleasurable intrusion. She squeezed him and held his arse firmly in place with her hands. Slowly she began to roll her hips against him in a sedate fucking motion. Despite the urgency of the situation, Yvgeny followed the rhythm set by the curvy woman and rolled his own hips in time to hers.


"Uh!" she grunted, and pushed against him more urgently, "uh, oh!"


Yvgeny felt a hand on his head and turned to find Grusha's face inches from his own. She gave him a long sloppy kiss with plenty of tongue. Her Mother opened her eyes and watched them, seemingly unconcerned.


"Ok, Mama?" Grusha asked. Her mother smiled and nodded her head.


"More!" Latinka told Yvgeny, "more!" she repeated, urgently. He stroked into her faster and faster as her moaning grew in intensity. He turned to Grusha again and found her still grinning and absently squeezing her little left breast. On impulse, he found the girl's panties with his free hand and pushed his fingers inside. Grusha giggled and put her hand over his.


"Oh...oooohhhh," howled her Mother, "uuuuhhhh, yes, ooooohhhh. Yvgeny, come!" she then urged, "do it... uhhh... want to feel..."


"Come in her," whispered Grusha, urgently, "go on, she wants it!"


Yvgeny found himself boiling over, bursting to shoot deep inside her. As the first spasm shot from him, his two companions shouted encouragement and pleasure.


"Oh, yes!" howled Latinka.


"Do it, Papa!" cried her Daughter.


"Oh, God, fuck, ohhhhhhh!"


"Oh, Papa!"


"Oh, God!"


"Oh, shit!" cried Yvgeny, as he blasted stream after stream of hot liquid deep into the woman.


A little later, they were lying side by side and passing a cigarette, then something of a novelty, between each other. Yvgeny's hand was still trapped inside Grusha's underwear as she tried to make him move it around more. Latinka's hand roved over his chest and she gave him little kisses between puffs.


"Good man, sweet man," she told him. She placed his free hand on her own dripping pussy and he wriggled his finger into her amid the gooey secretions. Finally Grusha persuaded him to give her his full attention. Turning to her, he kissed her passionately while harassing her little bud with his finger.


"No! No!" her Mother cried, stubbing out the cigarette and grabbing his flaccid prick. She held it flat to his stomach as he rolled into Grusha's embrace. "Don't put that in her!" she told him firmly and, to make sure, pinned his penis to his tummy with her arm.


"I won't!" he hissed at Latinka, annoyed. He then brought the Daughter to an orgasm as her Mother held his cock firmly out of harm's way.


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"It was pretty much full on after that. At least for the next week or two before I had to leave. They wanted it every day," chuckled the Admiral, "the damned weirdest situation I've ever been in in my life."


"So you had the Mother, but not the Daughter?" asked the Ensign.


"No, not the Daughter in the way I had the Mother. Pretty much anything else was okay by them, though. They jumped me in my bath one day... the two of them. I tongued the Daughter while the Mother bounced up and down on top. I tell you, Ensign, it was bloody exhausting!"


"So you left them eventually?"


"Yes!" sighed the Admiral, "there were tears and emotion... another parting like so many others on that voyage and none of them was easy. They wanted me to take them back West, of course. But I couldn't. Some things are best left behind. It's always the way."


"You gave them tickets, though?"


"Yes, I made sure they were all right, naturally. It was the manly thing to do."


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The SS Bazan sailed out of Shanghai and skirted the Phillipine sea for her next port of call, Manila. It would be a lonely, anxious seven weeks before he again sighted the familiar shores of the Baltic Sea.


KATZMAREK(c)




