And today, Andrei just decided to get out into the woods, to take a break from the hustle and bustle of the city and just to get some fresh air. But while he walked through the forest belt, he lost his way, and now he could not understand where to go. Suddenly a voice called out to him. Andrei looked back and saw a battered old woman in a scarf with crooked teeth. Milok, "help me bring in the brushwood," she asked in a raspy voice. Andrei deliberated for a few seconds - it was too painful that the old woman reminded Baba Yaga. But then he agreed, having decided that all the same these are all fairy tales, and there can be no worse than it already. They went off with some kind of slopes, gullies, and the farther away, the more vague doubts began to torment Andrei, fear began to sneak into his heart, but like an enchanted one, it still carried this bundle of brushwood after the old woman.
Well, here we are! - grandmother happily zagotala. Andrew looked in front of him and ... was stunned! Before him stood a hut on chicken legs! The most natural. Get up, - Baba Yaga commanded. On cotton feet, Andrew climbed the moss-covered steps and walked into the hut. Inside was a table, a samovar on it and some bundles of herbs hung. Then he could see the door to the large room, which was covered. Baba Yaga also rose and began to move quickly through the hut, periodically diving into another room, and doing something there. Soon it seemed to Andrew that he could smell the faint smell of smoke and hear the crackle of firewood. He became even worse, and this fear of him simply chained to the stool on which he sat. Soon Baba Yaga brought him a mug of hot tea. Drink, my dear, ”she giggled,“ deserved! Andrew began to drink in small sips. And suddenly there was a knock at the door. Baba Yaga went to the door, opened it ... - and Andrei was horrified to see that his wife and Ruslan had entered.
Seeing him, they burst out laughing. We accidentally passed by here, - they say, - we look - a hut on chicken legs, so we went to inquire. What are you doing here? They asked. I ... this ... Lena ... just went to my grandmother to help, Andrei mumbled. Ruslan and his wife turned to Baba Yaga and asked - Is there any help with dinner? erotic stories At the same time they winked at her and began to laugh at this. Baba Yaga grinned - Of course !. Andrew was scared, but what to do, he did not know. And then Baba-Yaga said: - drank some tea, and now go into the next room - it's time to cook dinner. Andrei passed - and there is a spacious room, and in the middle a healthy stove, already heated. And the shovel is already prepared. One should have seen Ruslana and his wife - their eyes just flared up - they thought it was all a joke - and here it is !!! They enthusiastically looked from the shovel to Andrew and back, looked at each other, and Baba Yaga squeaked: - undress my dear - welcome to the shovel.
Andrei was taken aback ... My God, - he thought, - how is it ... But despite the fact that it was like the opportunity to run away, and the doors were not locked, and it was possible to slip through, it was completely raskis. Like a fool, he began to tearfully ask to let him go, and at the same time he began to undress. Wife seeing all this opened her mouth in surprise. Andrei felt like a complete idiot. He began to beg Baba Yaga, Ruslana, beg his wife - wherever. No sympathy. Ruslan and Elena, on the contrary, were satisfied and waited - what would happen next, and looked at each other with laughter, still not fully believing such luck, but anticipating further developments. And soon, under the general laughter, Andrew naked climbed on a shovel. God, with what enthusiasm they reacted to this !! How they began to laugh, looking triumphantly at him !!! But Andrew is both ashamed and scared, he didn’t understand how he got on the spade himself naked, but he already felt the heat coming from the stove - heels, thighs, buttocks burning.
And then Baba-Yaga said to Elena - well, dear, do you want to ride hubby on a shovel? His wife, without a moment's thought, with a smirk, glanced at Ruslan, who, choking with laughter, nodded. Of course, she answered with triumphant laughter. She went to the shovel and ordered Andrew - Well, ka become a cancer on a shovel, back to the stove, and push your ass apart. “Well, why? !!!” he desperately pleaded. “To make the eggs better fried” - she laughed - “Well ... quickly!”. And instead of throwing himself at them, Andrew, not understanding how I myself had driven myself into such a trap, turning cold with horror did what she demanded. Ruslan already neighing. "Well, sweetheart - get ready." Andrew desperately began to ask his wife to spare him, began to beg her, and she so mockingly laughed, firmly took with both hands the handle of a shovel ... And ...
Ignoring his desperate screams, looking him straight in the eyes, she pushed the shovel into the oven with a strong sweeping movement!
And then she took it back ...
EMPTY !!!
A couple of lovers embraced the autumn forest with a joyful laugh. In the forest, birds chirped pleasantly, a light warm breeze pleasantly blew hair. Ruslan with Elena, not hurrying back home. Ahead of them waited stormy night.