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It seems I lost my way! Damn it!
I stopped and listened: my heart was pounding from frequent breathing, the rustling of the breeze on the birch trees barely audible rustled, and the pines sounded thoughtfully.
Catching my breath, I looked at the pines, trying to determine the north side. Alas, the trunks were equally smooth on all sides. The sky was overcast with clouds hanging low over the treetops.
- Where to go? - I asked out loud to myself.
- There - someone answered

I flinched and looked around. No one, but it seemed that flashed a shadow between the trees. I held my breath ... A minute passed, another ... only the creaking of the pines and the rustling of the leaves, there was not even a mosquito.
- It seems to me that?
- No - someone answered again, - come here
Again it seemed that a shadow flashed between the trees and began to move away.
- As you say - and I went to the side where, as it seemed to me, someone's shadow disappeared between the trees.

I walked, trying to remember the trees and, trying to walk evenly so as not to dodge. Five minutes later, I stopped, looked back and smiled sadly: all the trees were on the same person.
- He is my master! I drive him since the morning through the woods ..
- But this is my forest, One-eyed! So he is mine!
Here are those naa! Someone, hidden from me by an impenetrable thicket of raspberry and nettle from hazel, was arguing with someone, deciding who I was?
- Hey guys - in broad daylight I was not scared - maybe I will decide with whom I should be, eh?
Something sank and fell miserably. I cringe involuntarily and crouched, head bent over my shoulders. But more often, not a single bush moved, and all the trees around stood in their places.

Cold and slippery fear filled the chest, and his legs seemed to be stuck to the ground.
- Mil man - I squinted my eyes to the right and turned.
Five, six steps from me stood a creature very similar to a man, but it was not a man! Shaggy head with a blade of grass leaves and berries entangled in thick red hair, light blue, like a faded summer sky, eyes with thick, moss-like, hanging eyebrows, barefoot, with knocked-up knobbed fingers in some kind of chlamydae not that branch , not that of grass.
- Who are you, man?
“Nice man, you have to leave here before she wakes up.” Vaughn path, go on it.

I looked around, to my left I went into the forest, winding merrily, a path, but I knew for sure that there were no paths around me five minutes ago!
- These are my paths, people do not see them until I show them. You're good, I follow you in the morning, as you entered the forest. I did not break a single twig, I did not kick a single mushroom. So I help ..
"Leshy ?!" - flashed through my head.
- Yes, the human race calls me that, but the locals call me the Master.
- And who is there? - because of the bushes came wheezing and grunting, as if struggling on the ground.
- Bansha. People call her Famously. Go away, I'll hold her a little longer. Go quickly, do not look back, do not be distracted and do not stop. There - he waved his shaggy hand somewhere - they will meet you there and help you out of the forest.

He disappeared! I did not have time to blink an eye: it did not dissolve, did not melt, but disappeared, as the balloon disappears when you poke it with a needle.
I ran along the path, concentrating on the process and counting the pines that came across.And they met less and less often and, finally, instead of pines they began, at first one by one, and then in flocks, to meet osinki.
Something behind me hurt, and I added speed and almost immediately buried myself in a shrub of raspberries, currants, rosehips, meadowsweet and nettle, so thickly fused that there was not even a gap in the solid green wall.
I took a breath and looked around, alas: both the green wall left and right went in a solid array, as far as the eye could see.
Again he hurt behind his back, but I was closer and clearer, having covered my eyes with my left hand, and with my right hand, moving the stems to the side, stepped into the wall.
Already it burned and itched, burned with nettles and pierced with hips, the right hand and more persistently dug into the top of it thought - “Come back !!” - when, once again, having burned it with nettles and cursing, I left the thicket and found myself on a small lawn, and before me stretched ... swamp!

- Sent, Master. Well, thank you, gorgeous! - and, turning decisively, I froze - the green wall disappeared, and instead all the same swamp stretched.
- Morok, obsession - I rubbed my eyes, but the swamp did not disappear.
- Not a wraith and obsession - someone squeaked behind my back.
I turned around - an ancient old woman stood in front of me, leaning her hands on her crook, with a hump protruding from her shoulder blades. The face is dark, like a baked potato, all deep, not even wrinkles, but furrows, with a huge, not across the face, hooked nose, with faded white eyes and ashen-gray mane of hair, two years old unclean commercials!
Neither give, nor take, the most that neither is Baba Yaga!

“The witch,” she croaked, “did not deceive Leshak, I will help you, but — narrowed, and without that small eyes, she, from bottom to top, looked intently at mine. It seemed or not, but in her eyes, narrowed to the lye, there was a raging green flame - You must kiss me, my dear man, because I have not kissed me for a long time with three hundred.
Scenes from “Vija” climbed into my head, but I had no choice either, squeezing my eyes and drawing her shoulders, smacking her lips ... they were juicy, like ripe raspberries and gave off a honey aroma ... I recoiled and opened my eyes ..
In front of me stood a young woman, with black as pitch, curling and falling on her bare shoulders, her eyes were shining with emeralds, a neat nose that was snubbed and wrinkled, skin wrinkled, ivory-colored, tan or brown, and on her chest and rounded thighs, some bandages, whether from a bast, or from herbs.

I was stunned, and she laughed, throwing her head back.
- Not expected?! - she looked at me with a grin - and now I will kiss you - and the witch, hugging her, no, wrapped her arms around me, dug her juicy lips into mine. A shiver ran through my body and the dick stirred, pouring blood.
She pulled away from me - Do you want ?!
“She is still asking, but ...”
“I know you fear that you cannot satisfy me with your fourteen centimeter member.” But you forgot that I am a witch, and I can squeeze my vagina to such an extent that three centimeters would be too much for him! But, for you, I have something - she raised her left hand and spread her palm.

On the palm lay two small stalk, dark green.
- Eat one stalk - a member will grow by five centimeters, eat two - by ten. So how much do you eat? - she looked at me and licked her lips.
- Five!!
She grunted and raised her right hand - three small stalks lay on her palm - Eat!
I carefully picked up the stalk and brought it to my lips ..
- Well, why are you slow, my dear? If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done my dirty deed long ago. Eat up!

I touched the stalk with my lips, he immediately found himself in the mouth and melted on the tongue. The taste was bitter-sweet, like that of overripe and fresh strawberries. The lower abdomen moved and tightened. I leaned over her palm and licked the second stalk. The member, lengthening and heavier, was excited, filling with blood.
The lips were dry, the trembling in the body grew, turning into a lustful chill. I licked the stalks one by one from her right palm. A member, sticking out of leotards, everything grew and grew, lifting the head up.
- Take off your pants - she ordered - I am already exhausted.
Fascinated by what was happening, I did not look at the witch.
She stood before me naked!

Breasts, elastic and full, like pumped balls, forked and attracted protruding nipples; shamelessly spread legs, and the black triangle between them ... I groaned with lust and feverishly, trembling with impatience with my hands, began to pull off my tights. It was not there! I had to pull the gum tights up to the chest and only then could I take it off. Cowards themselves fell at my feet. I stepped over and the witch jumped onto my chest, leaning her hands on her shoulders. Frightened that we both fell into the swamp, I tensed and picked up her buttocks. But the witch was as light as a feather!

Leaning her hands on my shoulders, she raised herself up and, catching the member between her legs, planted herself. I squeezed the buttocks, and she slowly settled down, bit her lip ... the member sank into her flesh and I felt the elasticity of the wet vagina with my head ... resistance increased ... - Help - she rasped and I, digging my fingers into my hips, pulled the witch. .. and suddenly I felt that the head came out of the witch's body ... I shuddered and, sliding my left hand over the buttocks, stumbled my fingers over the dick sticking out of her asshole!
- Oh chert! Chert! I pierced you! - cold and sticky sweat flowed from under the arms, I took my left hand to the side, and looked ... there was no blood!

The witch, who was watching me, pulled away and laughed wildly. From this laughter, goose bumps ran all over his body, and on his head and ass, his hair moved.
She twisted around my neck, swaying on the penis - Didn’t you know that the witches n and the ass are connected, and if you fuck the witch in the right, the dick sticks out of the ass, and if it is in the ass ?
- How could I know this, Natashka ?! - I stopped, and the witch's eyes sparkled
- You gave me a name, I adore you! - and she gently pressed against me and kissed.
And I already had itching inside, with impatience, to check what she had just said.
- Give it up! - she cried and jumped off with x. I.
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