The men could not stand it and decided to bring a fool out of the world, so they say to him:
- You have tried all our women, all your wives are gone. One stayed in the whole neighborhood, which you didn't lift up.
Pyhar scratched his head and replies:
- Yes, really? Yesterday, the blacksmith laid his wife out on the field in the wheat, the priest's daughter cleared the priest’s daughter last week, the clerk’s daughter-in-law dying last month on the river.
- These are all our women, - men answer it. - But there is one, in the forest, which does not give anyone. Yes, she probably will not give you.
- I will not give? - surprised Pichar. - Yes, Yevtei’s wife gave me while he was climbing for schi to the soup cellar! Yes, when I pass by the herd, the bull dismounts from the cow, my place is inferior!
Pihar turned around, went home for his boots, took the crackers with him and went into the forest. Guys look, can not rejoice. The women secretly wipe the tears. The witch will devour him, how to drink will he devour.
How long, short, went Pikhar in the thicket of the forest. Pyhar sees a clearing, and in the clearing there is a hut on girls' legs. Yes, on such cute, that the drooling flow, although they are at the fool and always run a stream.
“And turn around, you hut, in front of the forest, and back to me, but push apart the buns, honey,” Pichar tells her.
I listened to the hut, the woman, what to take from her, turned back to Piharka, bent down, and he already unbuckles the belt, thinks how best to hurt the hut: in the chimney or in the window. Suddenly the door in the hut squeaked, Baba Yaga opened and left. The chest is high, the hips are steep, the teeth are white. A hundred years already a witch, and everything looks like a young lady. And why not look young, if you devour good fellows right and left.
“What are you doing, fool, joining my hut?”
Pyhar shirt in his pants tucked, dick in his pants straightened, bowed and replied:
- I found out, my aunt, I thought it was the entrance, I wanted to knock and enter.
The witch rejoices in herself, what a fool has brought to her. This gobble up - what spit time. And she invites him to the hut:
- Come in, well done, you will be a guest.
Fed Yaga Pihar, drink, and when it became dark, on the stove he had a bed. And Yaga says:
- We will be with you, Pyhar, to play riddles. Guess, leave for the night. You can not guess, eat.
The fool scratched his head and agreed. And where to go. Not to spend the night in the forest. In the forest, the wolves, from them eldoy not dismiss.
And Yaga sat opposite to the bench and asked Pikhar:
- What sticks above the belt, and hangs below the knee?
Pikhar thought a moment and said:
- Dick!
Laughed Yaga.
- You are an idiot! Where are you, - he says, - saw a dick hanging below the knee? Yes, and it grows below the belt! Beard it, here is the correct answer!
And she herself matches and salt gets, going to cook soup from Pikhar. But the fool, though in the head is empty, but in tight pants. He dissolves his fly, pulls out the cock and says:
- You see, aunt, hangs below the knee, but on the whole hand. And now, says, look how it will grow. Show, aunty, boobs.
It became interesting to the witch, she poured tits out of a sundress, and Pikhar only looked at them like a dick and got up. Yaga is looking, he has risen above the belt, go and hit the fool in the sun: dick interferes.
- You are right, Pikhar. Get some sleep. The morning is wiser than the evening.
Yaga went to bed, and she herself thinks how best she can prepare Pikhar tomorrow: with horseradish or without it, with what is in the garden or with the fact that the fool is in pants.
We got up in the morning Yaga with Piharam. The witch winds around him, treats him, puts soft cushions under his sides. And she herself comes up with a new riddle, in order for sure that Pikhar will squeeze with the light. So the day passed. Fed Yaga Pihar dinner, watered braga, sat on the bench and asked:
- What is always wet; which is deeper than water; where many sticks do not throw, you will not lose one?
And then Pichar did not think long:
- Cunt!
- Well this is a fool! What is this pussy? - Yaga got angry.
- Yes, even yours! - replies Pihar.
Witch hem lifted up, looking, really wet. Looks like, while thinking about Durnev cock to the knee, everything flowed.
- Now, - says Pikhar, let's measure the depth.
The witch got cancer, and Pikhar from behind fell in and let's poke his dick. Head shoved, the witch then doused. On the palm inside drove the witch from a groan hoarse. I stuck it in half, at Yaga's legs gave way. And as I drove completely, I didn’t move a little mind.
- And where did your log fit there? - Surprised, and herself between the legs is looking to herself, if the fool dick hid where else. But no, he is sticking it all over, wiping his ass with eggs.
- You see, how deep. Now let's throw sticks.
And well, let's witch the witch. With a swing throws, with a delay, so that the bruises on the thighs remain. And Yaga considers how many things went in and how many came out:
- One hundred thirty times it came in, one hundred thirty times it happened, one hundred thirty-one times it entered, one hundred thirty two times it came out ...
Yaga counted, counted, until she finished. In her head clouded, Yaga forgot to count.
- Well, auntie, all the sticks that they threw out? - asks the fool.
“Oh, Pikhar, I don’t know, I’ve gotten off the balance,” replies the witch, “It seems that the latter did not come out.”
- Yes, here she is! - Pikhar pulled out a dick from a witch's pussy and shows it to her. She looked down, whether this stick was the last one he threw, and then Pikhar splashed right in the face of the witch.
Yaga spat out, wiped her eyes:
- All the sticks have returned, all that they threw. Come on, Pihar, sleep. The morning is wiser than the evening.
The witch lay down on the bench, turned away, thought that she would surely have a bite on the next night, and fell asleep.
And the next day, Pikhar Yaga fed him, the sweetest pieces were laid on him, she got the heady honey, fragrant. If only it became softer fool, yes more tasty. So the day passed. In the evening, the witch sits on a bench in front of Pihar and asks:
- Answer the last riddle. Do not answer, fry you and eat. Answer, give red boots and let go.
Fool drool picked up, turned to the witch with his ear, which is more, and listens.
- Inside it is dark, cramped and hot, but Yagi will hold any strongman.
He shook the fool behind the ear, wiggled his brain and said:
- Ass!
Yaga laughed:
- Well, now you are definitely wrong, you fool! This is a furnace!
And Pikhar answers her:
- Bend Yaga cancer, we will check my guess.
Nowhere to go. Yaga’s folk honor is present, you don’t drink it, and the hands of Pikhar are such that you don’t bend yourself, twist it into three deaths. The witch turned, bent, hem lifted, Pichar immediately behind and fell in. Fingers ass witch pushes and sentences:
- To see nothing, dark ass.
He got the dick out of his pants, began to attach. It presses so that Yagi’s eyes crawl out of their sockets and enter tightly.
- Vlazit tight, cramped ass.
He went into the palm, poelozil back and forth and says:
- Do not freeze the dick, hot ass.
Yaga, even if only a little two half of Yagi doesn’t break from the strain, well, Pikhar gives birth to everything:
- Three guesses are correct, and now check the last one. Hold up ass durnev dick or not.
Said and howled. As the fool began to check the conjecture, the witch had to hammer in the ass, as far as the hut came to go. Yagi has legs in different directions, holding his hands on the ass to keep from cracking, howling and swearing, feels like a fool enters already for a third. Why should he not enter if the fool has a bad power?
Already the witch of Pikhar agrees to let go, but he feels, he has already entered half of her, it goes tighter. Be patient, thinks a little more.
Entered fool still in the palm. Yaga and not happy that once engaged in witchcraft. If I hadn't bitten my tongue, then I would have asked for mercy how to drink.
And another two fingers fool entered and ... stuck tightly. Back - ass dick pushes herself, and there - well, not at all. Pyhar knocked on his lower back with his fist, and spat so that he slid better, even if you burst - it does not enter anymore.
“Now, Pichar, let's check my hunch,” Yaga says, and she herself either from such a log in the bottom, or from gloating, already lisps.
Where to go. Pikhar took out a horse-radish from a witch-ass, only chpokno and went to the furnace.
- Take off your clothes, my dear-man, - says Yaga, - take off your shoes, eat an apple for aroma, and climb.
And the stove flap opens, waving his palm. If Pikhar had his mind, he would have shot through the window, but he is a fool - he is a fool in an extreme situation. He took off his boots, put them in a corner, put the footcloths there, also put them on, turned off his shirt and pants with an envelope, you never know who they would need, and climbed into the oven. And Yaga is already throwing up firewood.
- Put, well done, in my stove? - asks.
“I’m in, Yaga,” replies Pihar.
- Are you close there?
- Oh, closely, Yaga.
- Is it dark to you?
- Dark, Yaga, head off into the chimney.
- Are you hot there?
- It's hot, Yaga, is hot.
“So I was right, but you are not,” Yaga rejoices, “I'll roast you and eat, you'll know how to be a witch.”
Rejoices, damned, gallops like mad, then throw wormwood into the fire, for smell, then birch wood pole, for bloom. And Pikhar is sitting in the stove, even if hell in the village. I got used to, infection, in a black bath soared, so he could bake him about anything. Yaga opened the flap and asked:
- Are you ready there, Pikhar? Not burned?
And Pyhar to her:
“I don’t know, try it yourself,” and from the stove she dicks under her nose.
Licked Yaga horseradish, sucked on the tooth tried:
- Syrovat, still reach, - and again dancing around the stove, the heat gives.
Well to Pihar, he broke off, sings songs. How long, short, again, Yaga is knocking on the flap:
- And now ready? Not moved?
- Try, Yaga, - and only dick from the stove.
Licked-licked, sucked-sucked, bitten-bitten Yaga durnev dick, and says:
- What kind of warriors went: do not chew! And, and so come down! I don’t have to wait for urine, now I’ll have dinner!
Puts Yaga Pikhar on a shovel, spreads on the table and is going to eat. Only she was going to clutch her teeth in her thigh, as he said in a human voice:
- Wrong you, Yaga, eat the red fellow. You put it on your tongue, but you have to chew it with a pussy. So it tastes better.
Yaga was surprised, but became thoughtful.
- I have lived for a hundred years, but I have not heard anything like that. Need to try.
Skirt lifted up, climbed on the table and on Pikharev dick sat down. I sat down and let him chew pussy. I got tired, sweat, and dick is not chewed. There are no teeth in the pussy, what to do?
- Do not you fool me, you fool? - asks Yaga Pikhar, - I don’t feel a taste, I can’t eat ...
“Push him deeper, deeper,” Pikhar groans.
Yaga again let's play. Pyhar groans, how many babies he has gone, and for his fucking - this is the first time. The happy hour has come at the fool: he is fucked, and he has laid his hands behind his head and whistles with his nose. Yaga brought him to the point: Pihar finished so that he poured out of his pussy, and asked:
- Ate, Yaga? Was it nourishing for you?
Yaga understood that they did not feed her, but fucked her. But it's a shame to admit.
- Ate, Pikhar, full of ate.
I got off the fool and went off to the fool. Fuck a fool - that leg of a man. Robbed the witch from the heart. So though I got used to fly on a broomstick, but this is the first time with such a mandez. I wanted to sit down - not sitting. I wanted to lie down - not lying. Mat and it does not swear, in the groin is given. And the fool also asks:
- Well, will eat up?
Yaga was frightened that Pikhar would take her, pulled out her red boots from behind the stove, gave and said:
- Go away, you fool, and do not come again.
I put on Pikhar boots and went back to my village. She comes, and there ... Ports are not washed, soup is not cooked, cows are not eaten. The women do not want to work without a good Hertz, they are not in the mood, and their men, no matter how hard they try, since Pykhar cannot fuck.
They saw how the fool in the village from the forest in their red boots came out, they were delighted, and men and women dashed at his neck. Here they started a feast for the whole world, ate, drank, and, of course, fucked. And they didn’t let Pikhar out of the village anymore, happily fingered, until the fool was killed.