The soldier and the witch

Once upon a time, a handsome young soldier was on leave. He had a three day march to get home and at night he would ask farmers to sleep in their barns. On the first night, it worked like a charm, he slept well in the fresh hay, and even had breakfast with the family. On the second evening, he walked and walked without seeing a farm. When he finally came to a small farmhouse with a single barn, he knew that this was his only chance. He knocked on the door and out came an old woman. She could have been a hundred years old with her dry, wrinkled skin and her thin grey hair. She was wearing a poor womans dress, in brown linen with black trimmings. He asked for the man in the house, but she informed him that she lived ther alone.

He was allowed to sleep in the barn, but in the middle of the night he was woken up. There was the old woman with a small lamp. She sat the lamp down, and lt her dress slip off. He had never seen anything like that grey and dry skin, wrinkled and unshapely. Much to his surprise he felt his cock grow hard. Not only that but it also felt like it was growing bigger. Without really being aware of himself he took off all his clothes and looked down on this surprising sight. The vein on the side of his cock was visibly pulsating and he could feel the pulse in all his body.

The old woman kissed his chest and then she kissed the tip of his cock. The touch of her thin, dry lips made him explode with an unknown lust, and he threw her down in the hay and got on top of her. He immediately penetrated her, and her wet, tight cunt welcomed him like nothing he had ever imagined. He couldn’t stop himself, he just had to pump her, hard and long, just up and down on her. Although this was the best feeling he had ever had, he couldn’t seem to finish. She had had screamed out a devastating orgasm no less than five times when he finally came. He pumped his seed into her, and felt like half his spirit had left him too. The second he pulled out, he became drowsy and fell asleep.

The next morning, the young soldier sat in the hay and digged out an old piece of bread from the pocket of his coat. Then the woman in the brown linen dress entered the barn. But she looked nothing like he remembered. Long, raven black hair fell down to her wide hips and round buttocks. She had a small waist, and pointy breasts that looked firmer and perkier than he had even seen in dirty drawings. Her face was ageless, with smooth, soft skin, but a look in her dark eyes like she had seen the world. He quickly got on his feet, grabbed his belongings and ran away from the little farm like the devil was after him.

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