Incest/Taboo Alpine Hideaway Magic

Another thunderstorm arrived in the valley in the middle of the night and the rain beat down on the roof in a roaring downpour. I was barely aware of it and woke only for a few minutes when the first lightning cracked open the sky and shook the land below it. I then drifted back into slumber between my aunt and grandmother as the three of us snuggled and spooned under the blankets. When dawn arrived I was blissfully unaware at first; I remembered being awoken by the thunder and the roar of the rain on the house in the darkness and then the next thing I registered in my consciousness was having my Tante Margarite's mouth upon my penis; gently sucking me awake as I lay on my back with the covers pulled up to my chest. Oma lay upon her side next to me and was kissing my chest, twirling her tongue around my nipples in little swirls and flourishes. Oma's eyes met mine and she spoke,

"Good morning Stephan! Margarite, our man is awake and alive!"

"I could have told you THAT Mutti! His cock is roaring and ready to go this morning," came my aunt's voice from somewhere down beneath the blankets before I felt the wonderful sensation of my cock once more being sheathed by the warm wetness of her sucking mouth. Her lips and tongue it made lovely sucking sounds like a cow's foot being pulled up from the mud - over and over again!

"The rain stopped," Oma noticed raising her head up to look out a window before returning back to kissing my chest. She kissed my chest and neck and moved up to my lips before she broke away from the good morning peck on my mouth with an announcement, "We will have animals to feed and then we have a big day...we are going to take my sheep and Tante's sheep back up the mountain, but first...both of your wives need a good fucking!"

With that, my Tante Margarite emerged from up underneath the covers to make an announcement as well, "I get his cock inside me first!" Margarite climbed atop my cock and Oma mounted my face. I licked my grandmother's wrinkly pink crotch and fucked and bucked up into my aunt's naughty quim as the two women kissed and made love to each other atop me. In a few minutes we were all furiously howling in wonderful agony and I filled my aunt's cunny with my seed as she juiced and screamed atop me in a wonderful first orgasm of the morning! Not to be outdone, Grandmother came and spritzed hot piddle broth onto my face and in my mouth as she provided me with the luxury of "hot soup in bed" to start my day!

The two women panted and wheezed atop me for several seconds before Oma reached behind Tante Margarite and slapped her on her behind saying, "Alright girl, up off him! I need that cock in me now!" Oma got down between my knees and sucked my penis to new prominence while Margarite lay next to me, kissing me and popping her teats into my lips; one at a time for a nice rough "nipple -nibble" and breast- suck; the act making her squeal and giggle in playful pleasure! In a few minutes, I had hardness sufficient to resume my husbandly duties with Oma and she had me re-position myself atop her in the classic style of the missionaries; her legs held wide apart by my Tante Margarite who took up a position atop Oma's face.

"C'mon my grandson," Oma called up from underneath my aunt's sodden cunny, " fuck me hard enough to make my teeth rattle!" She then set about the task of gobbling my salty schmaltz drippings from her daughter's furry cunt as I pushed the mushroom head of my cock inside my wicked Oma's cunny! We fucked with reckless abandon for the second time that morning; me plowing away at my grandmother's furrow in earnest while my aunt rode her mother's hungry mouth as a true Sapphic equestrian rider should have, leaning forward to kiss me in between squeals and moans!

After a few minutes, the three of us once more howled and shook the rafters of the house in a glorious three- way howl of joy! I spritzed my semen up into my grandmother's quaking womb in powerful briny explosions; tossing my head from side to side! Tante Margarite shook, gushed and piddled her own female drippings into her mother's hungry gobbler as she shrieked with tightly shut eyes in blissful torture from the intense sensation of the lips and tongue boring away at her cunt!

Oma moaned and screamed up into her daughter's sex, in-between gulps and swallows and then her own quim splattered granny-broth down the length of my spouting cock as it continued to gush the contents of my bollocks up inside her! Afterwards, we fell into a three person heap of sweaty post-sexual flesh. We cuddled and wallowed as a trio in the warm damp afterglow of the crescendos that had shaken our bodies from our heads to our toes!

Finally Oma slapped both our thighs and reminded us of animals that needed attending and morning meals that were not going to prepare themselves! She informed us that we needed to move our sheep up the mountain to take advantage of the spring pasture season. Tante Margarite mentioned that just in case any more people were coming to look for me...we might do well to be up on the mountain in a nice cozy hut rather than down in town where everyone knew my existence. It was settled then. We were all going on a trip up the mountain for a few days - possibly weeks.

We hopped out of bed and Oma had Tante Margarite start breakfast on the stove while I went out to feed the animals. As I was drawing water in the barn, Oma came out for a moment with some of the magical pills she had distilled from the mushrooms we had collected from the previous day. She held one out in her hand and gave it to the sad scrawny rooster that we had received as payment from the previous day when we were making our medical rounds.

"There you go my pretty! This will help you to grow big and strong," she said. The young cock craned his head forward and took the pill like it was a breadcrumb and gobbled it down. Oma winked at me,

"In about four days, his feathers will start to come in thicker and he'll start to put on some weight. Soon he will be mounting every hen in this barnyard! That old red rooster of mine in the corner will have stiff competition!" She chuckled at her own joke for a second and then said to me,

"We will bring those chickens, geese, and our ducks up the mountain with us. I have a special traveling coop for them. As for the goats they will travel with our sheep herd. My sheep have ear tags so we will be able to tell them from Tanta Margarite's herd. You probably should take some grain out to them as well before we travel." I did as I was told and took two buckets of grain out to the field trough for my aunt's sheep. The rain in the night had filled the trough with water so watering them would not be a problem - plus we would stop at the stream on the first slope of the mountain to quench the thirst of any parched animal.

We ate breakfast quickly and then Oma grabbed the sack of holding plus several herbs and spices. She had Tante Margarite retrieve the brooms from up in the loft while she had me fetch the doctor's bag used from the previous day. We then assembled out by the animals and my grandmother had us shew the entire barn fowl population (to include the scrawny rooster) into the special coop that she had me fetch from the back of the barn. It looked rather on the large side of things and I was not certain how it was going to make it up the mountain. Oma saw how confused I was and reading my mind, told me to just put the feed sacks of grain in the sack of holding and just "stay out of the way!"

While I loaded up the grain-sacks into the magic bag, my grandmother tapped the fowl coop with her wand and then both the coop and its squawking, cackling, honking contents began to shrink and diminish in size and proportion. After a few seconds, the entire coop was no bigger than a matchbox. Oma merely picked it up and handed it to me saying, "You thought we were going to lug the whole affair up the mountain without me first shrinking it down to a more manageable size? You are so beautiful my grandson/husband...but you still have a wooden head on your shoulders from time to time. I AM A WITCH! We don't have to do things the hard way!" I nodded and placed the diminutive coop inside the sack for safe traveling. Also in went the brooms and the doctor's bag. We were ready to travel.

Two American fighter planes droned up the valley as we started moving the sheep and goats across the low pasture and up the slopes of the alpine meadow at the foot of the mountain. Both pilots passed us overhead and waved gallantly. They seemed friendly enough at a distance but I was gripped with fear and panic at the sight of them. I can still see their smiling mustached faces waiving from inside the canopies as they flew by - probably too fast to notice that I was a military age man walking with two women and a flock of sheep.

At first I feared they might turn and come back for a second pass to examine us closer but they seemed intent on looking for something else. A flock of sheep was not a thing of interest. Those pilots were apparently anxious to go for any remaining German military vehicles and fill them with bullets. They had no intention of turning a herd of sheep into a heap of blasted mutton, but I was still glad when we got up the first slope with the herd and noticed the sound of the engines did not return.

We watered the goats and sheep at our first stop up the mountain. It was the same Alpine meadow with the babbling cold stream where we had so many randy adventures over the last two days and the wooden log benches were as welcoming to us as ever; especially as the sun was almost breaking over the mountain and soon the valley would be warm...maybe even a little hot for the traveling. No matter, Oma already had her bullweed pipe out and had been passing it to me and my Tante Margarite in between puffs of our own!

After a few puffs of the pipe I felt the effect. By the surging roar of blood in my loins beneath my lederhosen, I could tell that more naked high jinx were on the agenda as part of the journey up the mountain. We would probably be quite tired when we reached the summer hut, high above us and through the pass near the other side of the summit. As Oma retrieved the tiny snuffbox-sized fowl coop from the sack, she suggested to Tante and me to get out of our clothes and feel the spring air! Nobody was coming up the mountain and if they did..we'd see them from a long ways off. Plenty of time to either throw some clothes on or disappear with the help of a bit of magic should anyone from the town below start to come up from the fields below!

She showed me the fowl coop in her hand as she spoke. I could see the tiny barnyard fowl inside, looking like little toy figurines that had been carved by a meticulous toymaker - except that they were all squawking and clucking and honking and I could now make out their somewhat frightened movements. They had all been calm in the dark of the bag coming up from the valley below, but now in the light of day...they noticed everything was somewhat BIGGER and they cried out in alarm! Oma paid them no never-mind and set the small coop on the ground while Tante and I took her advice and began to disrobe; still watching the goings-on with interest.

Oma produced her wand from her skirts and then secured a bag of salt from the sack of holding. She tapped the coop with her wand and the box soon returned to its original size, sprawling on the grass with terrified ducks, geese, and chickens inside; back to normal but terrified just the same and squawking away like they had just fallen a thousand feet! Oma ignored the agitated foul inside the coop and now proceeded to sprinkle a large border ring of salt around the coop and then went to the far shore and sprinkled another border that formed a half circle running down to the water's edge of the stream.

She then raised her hands to the sky and mumbled an incantation that took several seconds with her eyes shut. When she lowered her hands and opened her eyes she stepped across the frigid rushing water back to the coop and unlatched the gate. Out spilled the barnyard fowl to the water's edge; the ducks and geese immediately taking to the water and happily turning in lazy squawking circles. The hens and the two roosters, apprehensively walked to the stream and looking about themselves, began to drink and even wade a few inches into the relief of the rushing stream.

I noticed that none of the fowl moved out of the ring of salt and I commented on as much to my Oma who was now nearly completely out of her dirndl and standing next to my Tante Margarite who was already naked as the day of her birth. She dropped her skirt to the grass, stepped from her pile of clothes. Oma then explained to me that she had used an old spell that went back to the Celtic Germanic origins of the Bronze Age...when one of the challenges to people who didn't have a lot of fences and stone walls marking their land was to figure out a way to keep their animals penned up. Cows and sheep were not a problem but fowl can sometimes go far astray in thick undergrowth and woods (and in the times of the old religions, a shaman might be employed with a spell that would create and invisible wall that would "pen animals in").

"It's simple, I have created an image in the minds of these fowl that is completely an illusion. They see a stone wall where the salt border is. It extends across the stream to the other side and round again! It is completely in their heads!" I nodded in understanding. Oma had in two days before my very eyes, sent the Wehrmacht and the Gestapo packing with merely a suggestion; penning up a bunch of noisy birds would have been as easy as writing one's name in soft dirt with a sharp stick!

"Come Stephan!" said Oma as she took Tante Margarite by the hand, "There is a deep spot up here in the stream where we can bathe...away from these animals!" We shot a glance back to the sheep and goats who were happily drinking from the stream and grazing in the grass of the green slope and then we three proceeded to the deep spot she spoke of. It was a place where the water pooled about half a meter deep as it emerged from the wood line before rushing across the meadow. There was a bit of a drop between some massive boulders that formed a waterfall and an icy cold shower for anyone who stepped underneath! We stood at the edge and then Oma shared with me the secret of how she had endured the freezing stream when she had previously bathed there to my incredulous surprise.

"I just tricked those geese, ducks, and hens into thinking they are surrounded by a wall of stones yes? Well I can trick my own mind into thinking this water is as warm as a bath in a Roman palace! You have it in you too...you must set your fear of discomfort and pain aside...let it go...let it drop! Imagine a pebble is in your hands..that is your fear of pain, of cold, of the water's icy shock. Now you let the pebble go and you use your magical powers to trick your own mind into feeling this water is warm, downright hot to the touch!" She closed her eyes and cleared her mind, and then stepped into the icy pool of slowly circling eddies. The water was just below her knees and I could tell it was absolutely frigid, but her face showed no discomfort; just peaceful serenity as if she was on a beach wading in water kissed by scorching hot Mediterranean sun.

She paused for a second, then fell backwards into the pool. Emerging from the wickedly cold water with a placid look on her face. She pushed her hair back behind her eyes, and then looking as if she wanted to make room for my aunt and I, she motioned us in!

My Tante Margarite was next. Trembling at first she stepped her naked form into the water...then stepped into the middle of the pool...clearing her mind and apparently remembering how to do a trick her mother had shown her many times before. Her eyes opened with an expression of happy tranquility and she fell backwards into the water next to my Oma. She rose up from the pool like she had just fallen into warm comforting tea and she and Oma now hugged and kissed and caressed for the sheer joy that their mind trick had afforded them! I was next.

I stepped a bare toe into the water and felt the same electric shock of cold that I had felt in the days before when I crossed the stream or drank from it. I ignored the sensation. I did as my Oma had suggested and thought of nothing. My mind became a bottomless pit of nothing...the empty set...a complete absence of matter...time...space...light...thought. Nothing. I still had my fear of the shock and cold but I imagined a stone in my hand. The stone was my fear now, my trepidation, my reluctance to feel discomfort.

I let the stone go...down into the nothingness of my head and then I imagined walking into a hot barn on a stifling hot day. I imagined hot soup that I had burned my mouth with when I impatiently gulped it down out of rashness during a mid-day meal. I imagined sitting in the back of a hot Opel Truck two summers before when all the Hitler Youth were called out for summer maneuvers and training, with sweat miserably running down my cheeks and neck. I imagined the comfort of the bath Oma had given me when I had arrived burning with fever at her home. I imagined lying in bed with the two women in the pool before me ...and I stepped into the midst of a pleasantly warm and somewhat uncomfortable hot spring of water, tumbling down the mountain and into this meadow by way of a waterfall!

Standing in the middle of the stream with warm water swirling about me, I paused. I looked back at the two women crouched in the pool together massaging each other and enticing me with glances that promised sex, a hot bath, and a comforting touch. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, released it, and fell backwards...into a blissful caress of water that I only had experienced in hot baths at home.

I lay for a moment in the swirling warm bliss, letting it circulate about me like amniotic fluid in a womb. I felt weightless as a fetus in this warm comfort and I relished this sensation! Then I felt another equally pleasing sensation, my Tante Margarite had grabbed me by my semi erect cock. She began to frig her nephew's penis as though she were trying to churn butter! I also felt Oma's hands come up from under my head to pull me up from the water and into the air with a brief sputter only to have her mouth cover mine as she kissed and embraced me!

The three of us embraced and kissed and fondled each other in the warm decadent bath created by our minds. Oma said that a mind spell like this is difficult to sustain for long periods of time but when more than one magical person is at work...making the spell...and at the same time making magical sex like we were inadvertently doing...then the length of the spell was increased and disproportionately so! We rubbed and fornicated for what was probably forty minutes or so in the freezing water that felt wonderfully hot to us. My two female relatives took turns, taking me behind the waterfall to squat in its cascade and to sink their weight down upon my cock as I sat on the boulders beneath the roaring torrent. As we covorted beneath the falling water - both fornicators feeling only the sensation of hot water and sexual penetration; the other enchanted woman would circle around the us; kissing and nibbling at their shoulders and necks and stealing a grope or two here or there.

When the hour was almost up, we began to feel the cold seeping through the spell; such as one would feel cold water leaking into a boot that had suddenly stepped into cold mud. We all felt it at about the same time, creeping back into our perception of reality as we became more distracted in our fornications and fondling. Finally, Grandmother motioned with her head to the water's edge and we left our freezing bath of iniquity to the shore.

As I stepped out of the stream, my rear foot felt the full jolt of the mountain streams cold. For a brief second, I realized its total icy shock! The sun was now up above the mountain and was streaming down into the valley...and none too soon for we were shivering uncontrollably as we arrived back down at our clothes and the animals.

Oma grabbed the pipe, and lit it in between shivers and shudders and then after drawing an immense cloud of bullweed into her lungs, she offered it to my aunt and I as she exhaled a generous cloud of smoke; her lips quivering and her hands rubbing her body furiously. She then secured three beer mugs from the sack of holding and filled them with water from the stream.

Working fast against her own cold and now numbing limbs she tapped each mug of mountain water and presently they began to steam. She took a long hard drink from one mug and then passed the steaming mugs to Margarite and I. In between spasms of shivering and shaking I managed to get the mug to my lips...I swallowed, and tasted hot spiced wine! Gluhwien; the stuff of Christmas and cold nights beside hot stoves in the depths of winter! We emptied our mugs and then Oma refilled them with a tap from her wand saying in-between shudders,

"We stayed in too long. The spell wore off and it bit all three of us in the ass! Oh well," she said laughing at our folly, "it is fun to play with fire but sometimes your fingers get singed!" She motioned with her mug to follow her up into the grass behind the log benches and we fell in line behind her as she led the way, shivering and shuddering at the cold wracking our cores! My hands were shaking so hard I could barely hold my mug.

We lay in the grass and let the sun do its work. As I lay on my back, Oma motioned to Margarite and then pointed to my cock. Margarite knew what she need to do and she immediately began to suck me until her mouth and the bullweed that had already hit my lungs began to provide me with a raging erection. Oma took over from my shivering aunt and began to fellate me, wet and hard. I noticed that despite my discomfort, the mouth on my penis was providing wonderful immense relief and my grandmother's shudders actually acted like vibrations that stimulated my cock to even further steely hardness. At last Oma pulled up from my cock, took a pull on her mug of hot wine and announced,

"Ok boy, now you are fucking us to get us warm! Get to the task!" I mounted Margarite first as she lay on her back and Oma lay atop us, lewdly frigging her body atop mine in every conceivable fashion to rub her sex and belly and breasts against my back and legs while my aunt and I thrashed beneath her; my snarling cock ravaging Margarite's sex with ferocious determination!

In a period of ten minutes Margarite and I screamed and wailed as Grandmother grunted like a rooting pig; trying furiously to rub and frig herself against me in the morning sunlight! Margarite shuddered and I spasmed and shot a steaming load of semen up into my aunts womb. A clap of thunder sounded in the clouds above the mountain and I began to feel warmth returning to my body. The same was true for Tante Margarite! Her face became a bit more relaxed and slowly a smile erased her shivers and shudders.

"Ok you two," said Oma still shivering atop me, "time to switch out!" We repositioned with Oma beneath me in the grass and my limp penis at the entrance to her sex. Margarite lay atop me like a wonderfully warm blanket and she began to hump her sex against me as Oma masturbated my penis and said a half whispered spell. My cock roared to life in her hand and she popped it straight into the fishy foxhole of her cunt as my aunt chewed and licked at my neck and shoulders; her sex squishing and dribbling like a warm wet pink sponge against my body and the backs of my thighs! Oma now both ordered and pleaded with me as she shivered and shuddered,

"Fuck me hard Stephan! Fuck me harder than you have EVER fucked your grandmother! Fuck me like your cock is wood ...that's it! Like you are trying to start a fire by rubbing it inside my rough wooden cunt! Sear my insides with your friction my beautiful husband! Fuck your Oma like you are trying to knock my cunny up into my shoulder blades!... FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! AAAAggghhh!"

I didn't need encouragement. I was now frantically trying to sooth this insatiable hunger that was now wracking my cock and it seemed Oma's cunt was the only meal in town for it! We thrashed and bucked for a good ten minutes; a beast not with two backs but three! We were three fornicators caught up in the moment; trying to revive one and at the same time spend their lust, courtesy of a particularly strong batch of bullweed placed in Oma's pipe and which she had also laced our magical mulled wine with!

Oma knew that the best way to warm ourselves up was to create a particularly strong sexual ardor and then to thrash about each other's bodies in lewd torrid friction! It worked. I came with a scream and a growl. Oma shuddered and came with a loud sob of relief as I forced another torrent of scorching semen up into the womb of my grandmother! A dribble of hot dew trickled from my Oma's quaking cunny as she splattered my loins in reply!

Not to be outdone, my aunt found her desired friction against my back along my kidneys and rutted her cunt against my bare flesh until she splattered in a howling banshee-like orgasm, all over myself and my grandmother. Another clap of thunder shook the clouds and sky above us. It was over...Oma's face now showed relief and restoration.

"You did it Stephan!" Oma beamed, " I knew you could do it! If anyone could fuck away chills like those...it would be a healing wizard like yourself!"

"Aided by a little bullweed and some drugged wine," Margarite added in my ear as her piddle trickled like hot soup down my back. I was filthy again from sex but in a complete state of post-fornicative bliss- as were my two enchanted and incestuous concubines!

We gathered our things, shooed the fowl back in the coop, shrunk it down to size, and packed everything back into the sack of holding. We began to drive the herd of goats and sheep up the mountain, walking like three naked members of some wild prehistoric clan! I felt wonderfully primal and in touch with something inside of me that seemed to go all the way back to a simpler time, walking with two women from my tribe whom I had just mated with; all while driving my animals forward and alert for any danger. I might as well have had a spear or club in my hand and a saber toothed cat-fang for a pendant around my neck! I was slowly being transformed.

We moved further up the mountain side. The sun was now streaming down through the trees and across the meadow slopes. Oma and my tante stopped here and there to pick medicinal herbs and place them in the sack. I kept scanning around...for some reason I felt very alert and a little on edge. I later learned from discussions with Oma that I was becoming more and more adept at sensing the presence of others and of danger but for some reason I knew although these "others" had not seen us yet -they were there all the same!

I looked down into the valley below and saw nothing. I looked up the mountain and saw nothing as well but in my mind I felt like I had a mosquito bite that I could not dig my nails across. Oma finally stopped rooting around in the flowers and weeds as she saw my worried expression.

"Was is it Stephan?" she said. Her mind was now picking up my agitated state. I ignored her and continued to look around here and there like I was trying to find a sound or a smell (but with my mind). Then I looked down the hill to the lip of the first meadow. I saw them. They were coming across the field.

"Amerikaner soldaten! *American soldiers!*" I gasped to my grandmother. My aunt who was stooped over showing her bare ass and cunt to the world immediately stood bolt upright and sucked in her breath!

"To the trees!" Oma hissed in alarm, "Get yourselves to the woods and leave the sheep!" We scurried away from the flock to a tree line running up the side of the mountain.

We reached the woods and stood at a half crouch, looking down the long grassy slope through the trees. The slope turned slightly as it descended on down to the meadow and stream we had "refreshed ourselves" in. Our portion of the wood line where we spied from was bent like a dog's leg. We were almost at the apex of the bend; allowing us to view the men crossing the field below us and still giving us more woods to retreat into. If we had to run could then fly away on the brooms unseen. The only problem was we would need to abandon the sheep should it come to that!

Tante held the sack open for Oma who fished around inside and came up with a plug of dried bullweed. She then stuffed the dried leaves into her pipe in great haste. A few puffs on the pipe and she was blowing generous clouds of smoke all around herself, Tante Margarite and I; concealing us once again behind one of her spells that made us appear to be no more than sticks, leaves and undergrowth in the swaying trees and shimmering sunlight.

Oma then turned and faced outwards from the woods as Tante Margarite and I crouched behind her shoulders being careful to stay in the smoke! Oma passed the pipe back to us both and we took turns blowing smoke and watching. We could see green helmets of soldiers now glinting in the sun, like a cluster of olives at the edge of the meadow below us and partially hidden in the swaying grasses. The Americans were cautious with regard to the field and not willing to simply walk across it in the morning sun.

Two scouts came first across the meadow, while more men huddled at the edge of the hill; their helmets all we could really see. The scouts walked to the far edge of the meadow and then one of the two men ran back while the forward man hid out of sight in the trees. I saw the runner confer with several men at the edge of the field before the huddle of soldiers began to stand up and move forward.

Men down below on the lower slope now came up and across the meadow in two files. As both lines of soldiers moved out further across the field, they seemed like so many ants moving in their two orderly files. I could make out their helmets, their heavy tan jackets, and olive green trousers.

I had never seen American uniforms in color, (my only experience having been that of seeing black and white propaganda newsreels in the cinema). I thought the American uniforms a bit drab compared to our smart Wehrmacht grey uniforms or the sophisticated SS black outfits. Even the Luftwaffe uniform that I had discarded the first night I deserted seemed "swanky" by comparison! We also had smarter camouflage it donned on me, yet like everything about us; the Americans simply had much MORE! Right now, what the Americans had more of were SOLDIERS and they were all armed!

A man in one of the files suddenly broke from the group and stepped in between the two lines. I guessed him to be a sergeant or a young officer as he began to gesticulate his arms with his rifle slung over his back. He had a set of binoculars in his hand and he seemed to wave them around as he spoke...like the glasses were to be used for pointing instead of looking through! Upon his new directions, the men began to spread out in a vast series of wedges but continued to travel in the same direction, across the meadow.

As the soldiers spread out they moved more slowly and there was almost a traffic jam of people transitioning from file to their combat formation. Soon however, they would be across the field. I reasoned they would not take the open ground up the slope to us as they would wish to minimize their time of exposure. If they made it to the trees they would be as invisible as we were, and we had no guns!

About that time, a man at the head of the formation gestured and called to his leader, pointing with his rifle over his head in the direction of our flock! The officer spun around and looked through his field glasses at our sheep and watched for several moments as the men continued forward. Oma looked over her shoulder to me and then to Tante Margarite coolly saying,

"Stay calm, ...they cannot see us! They see our sheep. There is no danger yet, just stay in the smoke." The smoke was still all around us providing a magical camouflage and to the officer looking through the glasses, it probably appeared to be a flock of sheep but no shepherd watching them...which might be enough to arouse his suspicions!

His men were a quarter of the way across the field but the leader began to urge them forward faster. Many more of the men were still cresting the lip to the meadow and it was difficult for him to coordinate his actions but soon he would get them across the field and into the woods. They would be here near us shortly -I knew that for fact. I was grateful for the smoke but I wondered how long it would be of any good!

The bullweed was having another effect and it was becoming readily apparent as I looked down. My cock was hard, veiny and pointing skyward in a furious "Heil Hitler" salute! It gave me an idea.

I grabbed Tante Oma and bent her forward at the waist firmly. She was a little surprised but I told her I knew what I was doing. I then had Tante Margarite bend at the waist behind her mother and bid her to start licking at her cunny and arsehole. My aunt began spread her mother's rump cheeks and munch as I had told her. I took up a position behind Tante Margarite and craning my head to one side, I kept my eyes on the soldiers gathering in the meadow while I pushed the tip of my cock into up and into my aunt's cunny.

I began to fuck my aunt. As I did, I started to mutter SPRITZ BLITZ, SPRITZ BLITZ, *shoot lightning, shoot lightning*, over and over. Oma and Tante Margarite immediately knew what was up and they started to mutter as well and pass the pipe between the three of us.

Clouds in the sky began to gather; black and ominous. There wasn't a lot of time and we would all have to focus and concentrate to make this work! Tante Margarite after a few seconds of being fucked by me, stopped trying to mumble the words but simply gobbled away at her mother's quim and ass; apparently working the incantation in her head because I could feel strong power flowing through the three of us already!

Oma and I continued to mutter SPRITZ BLITZ, SPRITZ BLITZ as we both kept our eyes on the intended targets of our magic. The tattoos on both women's backs began to ripple and move and once again, parted like curtains in a theater as the spell of our sex began to build in intensity! I saw in Oma's shoulders a great army of men come sweeping down, marching and running with determination across my grandmother's spine. I saw at the base of Tante Margarite's rump, a billowing mass of black clouds. I kept fucking my aunt's quim SPRITZ BLITZ, SPRITZ BLITZ!

The soldiers down on the field below were still not able to get the entirety of their formation in the meadow. The officer was furious; gesturing wildly now for the people gaining the slope to hurry up and he was have the worst time keeping the formation moving ahead. It was to our advantage!

I fucked with vigor into my aunt's sex, grabbing both her hips for all I was worth; like we were a stallion and mare in a breeding pen - my cock sloshing deeply into sodden cunny and striking the back wall with each stroke! My aunt was lapping at her mother's quim and nether-hole like a dog with a bowl of meat; making hungry sounds as if she might at any moment wolf down Oma's sex flesh in one gulp! Oma and I kept up the sexual incantation SPRITZ BLITZ, SPRITZ BLITZ!

I saw the storm cloud tattoos on my Tante's rump part and through the black boiling vapor I saw a cannon emerge. The cannon pointed directly to the front of the advancing tattoo army that had now traveled from Oma's ass to Tante's neck and shoulders and were preparing to advance down my aunt's spine to her rump and then on to reach me apparently!

I looked down at my targets in the meadow. They were still making slow progress and the officer trying to get the rest of the body up onto the meadow seemed beside himself with frustrated rage! I looked down at the tattoos and saw the cannon had turned into a giant veiny cock. The cock surged and fired. Instead of semen, huge bolts of lightning sprung from the tip and struck into the forward ranks of the advancing tattoo army! The hordes of inky soldiers leaped and danced in alarm out of the way of the exploding bolts of electricity and the formation began to become disorderly. I had my answer; it would work! SPRITZ BLITZ, SPRITZ BLITZ!

My balls began to tickle and I felt the old familiar sensation of my schwanz about to spurt; my Tante Margarite's cunny was doing an especially wondrous job of milking me in this desperate time! Tante Margarite was shuddering as was Oma who still managed to say the spell and puff on the bullweed pipe! SPRITZ BLITZ, SPRITZ BLITZ!

More tattooed lightning shot into the inky ranks of soldiers on my Tante's back. The cartoon fighting men then panicked and ran back up my aunt's shoulders and neck; pursued by bolts of lightning from the spewing cartoon cock cannon! Then army then retreated to Oma's bum and up her back and shoulders until the tattoo curtains on the backs of both women came together and the scene ended. Now it was time for me to make my own scene! SPRITZ BLITZ, SPRITZ BLITZ!

Oma bawled and shook as her orgasm took her but she still managed to chant. Tante Margarite was shaking in full body tremor; her juices now running from her cunt as if I had ruptured her! That was it! I took one last look at my target; a boulder sitting in the field with thick grass and flowers around it. I shuddered!

The sky became an angry dark cauldron of boiling tar! A lightning bolt ejaculated from the tumult, blazing straight down to the boulder dead in its center; exploding in a flash of white hot light and a with a deafening CRASH! At the same time I came in a jet of white hot semen up into my Tante's juicing quim!

The soldiers immediately jumped in startled terror! Another searing bolt darted from the sky and smacked the tree line directly in the path of the advancing troops! Some Americans had just reached the trees and now it seemed to them their whole world was consumed in blinding white light, noise, and the smell of ozone!

My cock came again, sending another huge curd of semen into my quaking tante's womb and splattering her insides! Another bolt of electricity tore through the air and struck the edge of the meadow; just as the last of the men had gained the lip of the hill! They immediately fell flat and would not push forward!

Tante Margarite's orgasm was waning but Oma's was still teetering on the edge; I could sense it! I grabbed my auntie's hips and tossed her unceremoniously out of the way. I don't know what was happening but I felt my cock was still cumming! It was freely swinging now that I had pulled it from my aunt's quim but it was still hard as a hammer and convulsing uncontrollably! A splatter of my youthful yogurt arced through the air and splattered against my grandmother's cunt and asshole! Another bolt of lightning flew and landed in the center of the field not ten feet from the startled officer. Inspired, I grabbed Oma by her haunches and impaled her puckered winking rectum on my raging penis! I pulled myself up into her entrails and my cockhead lunged up into the old woman's gut, spewing white briny broth deep into her shuddering dunghole!

That was it for my grandmother. She screamed she howled and came in a loud set of racking sobs of joy; her pipe now smoking on the ground, having been dropped as both her hands clawed and tore feverishly at her cunny and clitty! Multiple bolts flew from the angry heavens with a shattering of the air; striking the meadow and creating perfect pandemonium within the formations of Americans below us! I came again up inside Oma's intestines and she shook her head from side to side as she bawled and masturbated; her cunny dumping a perfect rain of piddle and cunny drippings down both our legs and feet! I could see below us that our sexual magic and our screaming crescendos were now having the desired effect.

The explosions of the lightning bolts and the deafening crash of thunder accompanying each one had finally dissolved the spirit and cohesion of the men below on the meadow! They were completely demoralized and any sense of order that they possessed melted like a snowflake upon a hot stove! Men began to run in every direction attempting to get out of the way of multiple strikes of lightning created by myself, my tante, and dear old Oma! They then abandoned the field, seeking the safety of lower ground and with great speed!

I looked over at my Tante who had rolled over onto her ass. She was sitting on the dead leaves and wet grass furiously frigging her clitoris screaming SPRITZ BLITZ, SPRITZ BLITZ; her face a twisted mask of rage and lust as she brought herself to a new orgasm! Oma was still shaking and bawling and I was still cumming, plastering my grandmother's colon in a wicked internal whitewash, the explosions in my cock making me thrash my head like a madman from the intense pleasure! Foam flew from my mouth and landed in a great splash of spittle in the middle of the tattoos on my grandmother's back. More bolts flew! Only one figure in the meadow below tried to stand his ground - but it would not be for long!

The officer tried to restore order, waving his hands and shouting to the men but to no avail as they streamed past him. The soldiers were now intent on making the slope and getting to the valley floor below. Another flash of heat and light raced out of the clouds from up above the mountain and a bolt of lightning struck the ground directly behind the leader!

With that, he made like a bolt and hurried across the field. He was so intent now at saving his skin that in his terror he dropped his binoculars. He ran for several steps and then realizing they were not in his possession, he ran back and seized them up from the grass before he then whirled around. He dashed after his men; desperately in need to catch up with the others as he WAS after all, THEIR LEADER!

I pulled my cock from Oma's gaping rectum and we both swayed unsteadily on post orgasmic legs. My semen ran from her completely shell-shocked and wide open rectum. It was like somebody had opened a can of condensed milk and poured forth the contents down upon the ground! As I extended my hand to my aunt and helped her to her feet. I then turned and saw the troops now running across the lip of the meadow with their leader in hot pursuit. It was hilarious!

The three of us laughed and guffawed uncontrollably at the edge of the woods as the last helmeted head disappeared down over the slope. We then spilled out of the forest and onto the meadow floor. It was several minutes before we stopped chuckling. I didn't know that being an enchanted person could be so much fun!

"They won't be back up this mountain today," Oma Chuckled thoughtfully as she lay on her back, puffing the pipe, "but we should perhaps get up this mountain to the hut. I very much want to not burn up the whole day on this slope and I certainly don't wish to chase sheep in the dark!" Tante Margarite and I nodded as we rose to our feet, knowing with consolation that if the Americans returned we could be ready with our own magical artillery courtesy of the clouds and a little bullweed! We got moving again.

We pushed the flock of sheep onward up the slope and paused for a brief time at the next mountain meadow. There we gathered more of the wickedly powerful mushrooms from the secret grove the three of us had discovered the day before. Oma filled another few handfuls of them into her enchanted sack. Tante Margarite pulled up several and sniffed them; looking for particularly pungent specimens.

After a few minutes my auntie found one of particularly strong olfactory capabilities and she had me rub it up and down my body and sweat limbs before she then took it from me. Upon braking it in two, she had me stand with my arms up high like I was surrendering. My aunt rubbed the two halves against my armpits and then had me drop my arms and hold the halves in place with my fingertips; allowing sweat and Mother Nature do the rest as we set of up the southeast pass with the sheep. We walked on.

We made the pass an hour later and passed between ancient house sized boulders amid the grass and meadow flowers. The sun was now working a magic of its own as it baked and bronzed us. Oma and Margarite now began to become increasingly agitated, but in a good way!

Both women were rushing around smelling wild flowers and commenting about how radiant the sun was on the land and how the mountains with their high snow fields towering above us were particularly beautiful that day! It was then I realized that in addition to the bullweed pipe they had been chewing the mushrooms.

The plan of the two witches was to absorb as much the strange properties of the fungus as possible in the shortest time. Now Oma strode up to me with a handful of mushrooms in her hand. She thrust them into my face and issued a request,

"Take these and break them in half then shove them up inside my cunt!" with that she turned around, bent forward at the waist and pulled her fesses wide to expose the opening to her pink entrance! Tante Margarite skipped gleefully up to us and shouted, "Me too! Me too!"

I did as I was told. I broke the fungus in half as the two cackling women laughed and told bawdy jokes while bent at the waist; facing away from me and passing the bullweed pipe and chewing bits of mushrooms. Their tattoos rippled and depicted the lewd scenes from their filthy stories!

I shoved an equal quantity of mushrooms up each woman's cunthole and then the two straightened up erect. Their faces now etched even deeper with the power of the fungus. Between the pipe, the mushrooms in their cheeks, and those up inside their quims - the combined effect had put them in a state of giddy Euphoria!

In between laughing maniacally and rubbing her clitty like she had a mosquito bite "down there" my grandmother told me she and Tante were preparing a special potion and using their own cunnies as incubators for it but the need to keep juicing. As she and my aunt walked, skipped, and danced along, they masturbated themselves and each other into a bothered happy frenzy of sexual agitation! I believe ten years later in the 1950s you Americans would have said that they were "high!" I just knew it was all I could do to keep them and the sheep moving, and I wasn't completely certain where we were going!

I also had been walking along trying to keep those silly mushrooms under my arms and feeling absolutely ridiculous. Oma saw my plight and cast a spell making the fungus stick up inside my armpits. I could now stop trying to hold them in place with my fingertips and just walk at a normal pace.

Forty minutes later and we through the pass and another two hours later and we were on the southeastern slopes of the mountain. By this time the effect of bullweed and intense dosages of the mushrooms had reduced my tante and oma to giddy impish lunatics. Both women skipped and danced and ran around through the sheep and flowers like little silly school girls!​