You have inspired me. This will be a fun challenge. (Or at least cheap laughs.) Here goes... there I was, in a smallish wooden shack perched on chicken legs. I saw her naked. For being such an old gal, she was nicely built! She took off my shirt. Then she unbuttoned my jeans, and whistled, amazed. "This thing's almost as big as the steering shaft on my trusty mortar!" "Thank you, grandmother." She just likes to be called that. I do not know why. Still, I don't argue. When you're with Baba Yaga, you must be polite. She licked my pestle. (Oops. Obviously, I meant: she licked my PENIS.) She licked it damned well. First slowly, and I whimpered. Then she grinned at me. She sucked it harder, and my whimpers turned to groans. Oh God, she was good. I lost my balance, and then she helped lower me gently to the floor. I shook as I came. And as my seed hit her face, she seemed much younger. "That's how I stay young. When a stud comes on my face, I regain my youth. Some Hungary wench once tried to steal my secret. But she got it wrong. Instead of semen, she thought the secret was blood. What a fool she was. It was long ago. I don't remember her name. Erzsebet, I think...?" "Didn't you stop her?" I asked. A wrinkle appeared on her lovely face. She scowled as I asked. "I age one year every time I'm asked a question." "Sorry, grandmother. I did not realize that." "No matter," she said. "If you have the strength, you can make it up to me. Just come on my face." My dick twitched at that, and in just a few moments, it was hard again. She sucked it again, and I came so hard it hurt. But it was worth it!