Incest/Taboo Alpine Hideaway Magic

There was very little time for us when Isolde broke the news of Hitler's death to us. My grandmother turned to my Tante Margarite and told her we needed to depart with the rest of the witches. This was of the utmost importance!

Oma and my tante rushed inside the hut and fetched their brooms. They were gone only a few seconds before appearing back outside; ready to travel. Both women mounted their brooms after reciting their arcane spells in the strange ancient tongue. The nodule-like female hands on the broom handles coned and squirmed their way up into the cunnies of both women and then Tante Margarite who was standing next to me,

"Alright Stephen, hop on!" I mounted behind her and pushed the head of my cock up inside my aunt's ass. I had a considerable erection still from the mushroom beer so penetration was not at all a problem. I slewed myself up inside her rectum with a huffing grunt and presently felt the strange female hand inside her cunny close itself around my cock and hold me fast. We were now magically "buckled-in" and ready to travel!

A few seconds later and the entire group of us left the ground and rose into the air. Isolde looked around the group as we ascended and circled the meadow higher and higher in ever widening arcs. She nodded her head approvingly and shouted to my grandmother,

"It is good that your young acolyte grandson is with us tonight Hilde. He brings our number to thirteen... we are now a PROPER COVEN!"

"He'll do more than add to our number count tonight Isolde, you should see him fuck! In fact, at the gathering of power you should make a point of fucking him! Trust me!"

"That I will!" she replied, her voice betraying thinly veiled excitement and interest.

We flew through the night sky; leaving our alpine meadow behind, over the snow-capped peaks and moving along the spine of the Alps. I hugged my tante close and thrust my cock back and forth up her ass chute in a lewd bit of buggery; the female hand inside her holding me fast through the walls of her cunt. I chewed at Tante Margarite's shoulders and neck; pawing my hands upon her breasts from behind and rubbing the hooded nub of her clitty with my fingertips. My aunt's response was to cackle loudly and urge me on with lewd encouragements over her shoulder as we dashed across the dark void of empty air; the wind whipping in our ears as we followed the black shapes of naked women on broomsticks ahead of us.

In the distance away from the mountains we flew over I saw more signs the end was near for the war. I saw great glows on the horizon, red and orange illuminations glowing against the clouds, (it could only mean one thing, burning towns and cities beneath them). Above the population centers, great columns of smoke and ash rose into the darkness.

Looking down on the roads and passes I saw something else; in the moonlight I could see the roads were choked with vehicles... too numerous for our Army which had long since run out of fuel and supplies. It could only mean the Americans were on the road and everywhere! I also saw no trace of the German army; no vehicles, no flashes of gunfire, and no tracer bullets. It was as if our Army had completely melted away like the snows of winter on warm ground.

It was all very odd and surreal to look down upon as we whipped through the night to our destination. It was unsettling too in a way. I occupied my mind with other things and pulled myself up into my Tante Margarite; giving her a nice cuddling fuck in her ass as we sailed along through the sky. The effects of the mushroom brew had given me a cock of iron and it needed satisfying again. My aunt was only too happy to oblige, cackling wildly as I plowed her rear in the chill night air.

Eventually we saw our destination, the Lattengebirge mountains, in the distance. We started to descend and then began circling to land, I had already spent a steaming hot load twice inside my Tante's entrails, (each time the magical hand in the broom handle holding me fast and safe). Now our attentions however were to the mountains ahead and slightly below. We continued to circle and descend. As we did, I could now make out why the mountain was called the Sleeping Witch;for that is exactly what it looked like!

Actually it was not one mountain but several; a range of steep peaks above pine covered slopes. The stone peaks themselves rose up from the valley floor in odd twisted shapes like jagged teeth. At a very low angle you could clearly see the outline of an old woman lying on her back; her mouth agape with her two tits pointed skyward. The Sleeping Witch was aptly named.

We touched down on a gently sloping meadow lined with trees about halfway up the mountain. Both myself and my aunt pulled ourselves from the broom's grasp and we joined the others. Isolde told us to hurry and then motioned for us to move quickly to an opening in the trees where a dark path ran up through the forest. For the next hour we climbed the path through the woods, traveling up up up.

The path finally widened and then leveled out into a wide clearing. We were surrounded by fir trees on three sides but directly before us was a solid cliff face; a shear rock wall rising straight up for several hundred meters before it sloped again and tapered to towering peaks above us. Isolde cast a spell over a small stone in the clearing's center, bathing everything around us in pale green light. We could now see each other and everything around us. The clearing itself was rather odd in that there were several fallen logs of great size and unusual proportions strewn about as well as several oddly shaped boulders.

"Well," Isolde announced to us all, "we are at the gate to the mountain."

"I don't see a gate," I commented incredulously.

Isolde chuckled and looked at my Tante and grandmother, both of whom shrugged. Oma commented that I still had a lot to learn. Isolde then explained,

"We need to unlock the gates to these cliffs by lying with the guardians of the mountain."

I still did not fully comprehend. Isolde chuckled again at my expense. She motioned me to follow her, deciding it was better to show me.

She strode up to one of the elongated boulders that was not unlike an enormous cigar in appearance, tossing her broom down on the ground beside her. She commenced to rub the bare stone with her hands as she chanted with shut eyes in the old tongue. Slowly the stone began to move and morph as it became softer, until presently it appeared as a mass of grey flesh, still flecked with little bits of granite mica but very much moving breathing flesh. After a few moments the cigar formation became a body with arms, legs, and a face; the face of a slumbering man... quite strong and powerful in appearance. Isolde knelt forward and kissed his lips of stone.

The eyes of the stone man opened. He looked up into Isolde's face, (confused at first). A moment later, he realized who it was and he smiled. He embraced the towering blonde witch with his stony arms gently as he spoke.

"Isolde, it is so good to see you! You are here to enter the mountain?"

"Yes my friend," Isolde replied, "I am here and I brought others. We all need to enter."

The stone man looked up from his bed of solid rock and surveyed the group. He turned and surveyed us all and nodded his head. With a gesture of his hand he pointed to the other boulders and logs strewn about the clearing saying,

"Of course, there have been others tonight who have arrived before you. Have your friends lie with us and enter the mountain in good time."

With that, the stone man pushed aside a blanket of rock that covered his body, revealing a great stone phallus of flecked granite and quartz. Isolde complied and swung her leg over his body. With some force she brought the stony cock to the entrance of her womb and biting her lip, she sank down upon it. She grimaced and let out a gasp before she began to fuck. The stone man began to drive his loins up into her. She motioned to the rest of us to follow suit.

"Lie with us friends and gain entry," the stone man called to us happily before returning his attentions to Isolde; who now dangled her breasts for the man of stone to crane his neck and gobble as his hips thrust again and again up into her.

"Come Stephan," Oma said to me with a hand on my shoulder, "I will give you a guardian to lie with."

Oma led me to a log at one end of the clearing. Again I noticed it was oddly shaped. My grandmother and aunt began to lay hands upon it and chant in the ancient tongue. All around us witches were doing the same with rocks and boulders strewn about the clearing. Presently I looked down at the fallen timber before me; seeing movement and metamorphosis. It was alive!

I glanced about the clearing. The same was going on all around us, the witches in our impromptu coven were chanting over logs and stones while laying-on hands; causing the boulders and fallen trees to take shape, to breath; to become flesh. I turned back to the log before me and saw the face of a young woman, (nude, beautiful, and smiling at me).

"Lie with me and gain entry," she said sweetly as she raised a hand to stroke my hair.

She pulled me down to her on her softening bed of wood. Shifting her legs apart, she took me between her thighs and raised her knees; wrapping lanky feminine legs around my form. My cock sprang to life; for although I could see grains of wood in her skin, I could also feel the unmistakable texture of soft warm welcoming female flesh.

"You two get acquainted," Oma said with a happy wink, "myself and your Tante Margarite need to busy ourselves elsewhere."

With that, my grandmother and aunt turned and stepped across the clearing to a place where a fallen tree and another toppled boulder lay unoccupied. They began reviving the guardians inside, preparing to lie with them and gain entry to the mountain. I turned back to the girl in my arms.

"Kiss me," she whispered in my ear, her voice like sweet honey.

I did. My lips touched delicate female lips; soft as silk. Her hands found my cock and guided it to her lovely sex, resting at the entrance. With a grunting shove from me and a happy sigh from her, I plunged inside; sliding all the way in up to my balls.

She let out a gasp and kissed my ear; swirling her tongue around inside. We began to rut and fuck. The other pairs around the clearing did the same as well. The air was heavy with the scent of sex and the electrical flow of magic.

A chorus of moans and gasps rose from the clearing as more bodies thrashed together. Everywhere was the rich sound of flesh striking flesh. The trees around us began to sway as a breeze began to push them too and fro as the wind whistled and whirred above us in the tree-tops. Our combined fornications were beginning to do their work upon the elements.

Beneath me, the tree maiden her hips against me and I followed suit with deep thrusts, aiming for her very core. I was hot as a fire poker; my cock throbbing and raging inside her as I thrust over and over against her womb. She responded by playfully nipping my lips before offering up her breasts for me to suckle (which I did with hungry zeal), first one; then the other, until her nipples rose like cherries atop her bountiful bosoms.

Now we rolled over on her bed of soft wood, my cock and balls continuing to fuck and slam deep inside her as she gasped in my ear and ran fingers threw my hair. My hands traveled down her back spread her perfect rump cheeks. Pulling her ass far apart while slamming my loins deep into her quim, my fingers found the naughty round crater of her dung-hole and began to tease and circle it. She let out a squeal of delight and then sighed,

"Push them into me!"

I did as she requested, shoving my fingers first one, then another, then another; deep into her rude opening as my loins fucked and plowed her roughly at the other end. She kissed my neck and bit my chin in little puppy nips; blubbering and whining with joy from my thrusts and grinding her own hips hard against me in reply. All around us, the moans and calls grew in volume and intensity until the clearing was full of passionate wailing. The wind itself began to blow harder through the trees, creating a haunting choral effect of its own. I felt a raindrop hit me in the face, then another, then another, as the sky above me began to boil.

As we fucked one-another with reckless abandon, again a rain drop struck my forehead, then another... and then still another. The sky grew darker and the clouds appeared to dip lower. Over the next several minutes I could feel a rising in my balls and here and there in our group of fornicators I heard the unmistakable sounds of people also close to their "spending." The rain now began to fall in a cool irregular splatter which we all simply ignored. We fucked on; letting the sky do its thing.

She and I thrashed and chewed hungrily at each-others lips; oblivious to the gathering storm. The sprinkle became a downpour. All around us bodies bucked, humped, and flailed against one another in the now pouring torrent. I was nearing my crescendo; as was the maiden atop me.

Her rump smashed up and down upon me; making meaty wet smacks as the water poured from the sky and our fingers ran through each other's drenched locks of hair. It was at just the correct pounding wet pace I required. I was now "there," and I was well aware of it.

I let out a choked snarl through my nose as the girl tossed her head up and back as if attempting to view the bolts of lightning, (now arcing across the night sky). She let loose her scream of joy. My balls exploded and my cry rose with hers; merging into a shared call of release and grateful sobs, (all while salty globs of my seed spewed and sprayed her insides). She imitated the manner of the rainstorm that lashed us; shuddering and drenching me with a torrent of her own making. We fucked and fucked as more shouts and calls rang out around us while the heavens crashed, stormed, and drenched.

A bolt of lightning flew from the sky; seeming to crack the entire mountain from top to bottom and bring it all down upon us. The soaked earth beneath us rattled and shook as more and more in our party screamed and cried with joy; sending more electric bolts flying and arcing through the heavens. Electric missiles now rained down from the heavens to strike the rocky face of the mountain beside us; resulting in thunderous crash that dropped rocks and stones from the great heights above, (only to narrowly miss us all below).

I then heard an immense roaring sound, as if the very mass of the mountain next to us was shifting; a half roar half crunch of millions of tons of rock upon rock moving against itself. I glanced to the wall of rock and I saw. Like a great gaping wound... the sheer cliff face had split and now a cleft was slowly grinding open between two halves; like an eager cunt that had opened wide from too much lust and wine. The gate to the mountain was open.

I looked around, seeing bodies clutched together, (each form panting breathlessly). Nearby, Isolde surveyed the open gate and nodded. The way was clear... we could enter the mountain.

I saw Isolde and the man of stone exchange pleasant hushed words and the two shared one final smiling kiss before she climbed down from atop him. The stone man morphed back into a shapeless solidifying rocky blob; until finally only the same large boulder we had originally seen remained. Around me others were saying sweet-nothings to their guardians before climbing down. I took this as my "cue."

"Remember me," said the tree maiden as she rolled off from me and pulled her bedclothes of wood and bark around her. We shared one more kiss.

"Come back to see me again?" she asked.

"I will," I answered.

A few seconds later and she was transformed to solid wood and bark; a lifeless log resting on the floor of the clearing. I looked and saw my grandmother and aunt hurry past me. They turned and beckoned for me to follow quickly. We all made an effort to catch up to Isolde who had was already well in the passageway. We entered the Mountain of the Sleeping Witch.

We padded for several minutes through a long tunnel, lit by an odd incandescent glow that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. Shortly we reached the end of the passage and exited; emerging into a wide bowl-like valley that was open to the sky (and several hundred meters up the mountain from where we'd started). Dozens of large bonfires illuminated the bowl, casting odd shadows against the high walls of the mountain to every side.

Shouts of welcome rang out to us from every corner of the rocky valley. Isolde raised both her arms and shouted back salutations to the witches and warlocks who greeted us. The air was alive with music and laughter. Everywhere I looked, it seemed I saw writhing naked bodies on animal skins, back-lit by bonfires. It became plain to me; we'd arrived at an orgy of witches.

Bodies humped and thrashed everywhere against one another in a festival of frantic fucking. Here and there someone would rise from the writhing snakelike pile of limbs and humping backsides. The person would stagger to an enormous cauldron to scoop out a cupful containing some sort of steaming brew, before gulping it down and returning to the fuckery, (apparently with a libido restored). I was stunned and amazed at what I saw.

My trance was broken however by the drone of several aircraft, flying high above us, (way above the boiling black soup of clouds). I realized that if there was a break in the clouds, anyone flying above might certainly be able to look down and most definitely see the bonfires. My grandmother saw my concern and she patted my shoulder saying,

"It's alright Stephan. No one will see from above. This valley has a permanent spell above it... no airplane, mountain-climber, or hiker can look down into it and see anything but rocks and lichen... night or day. It's been this way since the times of the Inquisition. Nothing is going to be seen and nothing will come out but a few unseen wisps of smoke from our fires and a bit of magic."

"Magic? So the gathering in this place is..."

"The gathering," she interrupted, "is to focus and concentrate all our power and energy and this bowl is like an enormous loudspeaker, casting that energy out far across the land."

She turned her head upwards. A smile stretched across her face. Pointing at the sky for emphasis she explained with a hushed tone,

"Look it is already beginning to occur, the first ripples on a pond that will grow into a great wave of power!"

I turned my gaze up to observe the boiling clouds above me; just as I'd seen down below with the guardians earlier, only now the sky was different; not quite clouds but more like water. It was as if the very weather and nature was transforming itself. Matter and energy were being agitated from their normal states into something completely different. Flashes of lightning here and there jumped from tarry black cloud to tarry black cloud, (only the electrical patterns looked less like lightning bolts and more like sparks of static moving across a bed-sheet on a cold dark night).

"We," she continued, "will all need to fuck this THING into existence, this recovery, this healing, this reconciliation of the land. Mother earth is sick and we will be the physicians."

I didn't quite understand but knew it all had something obviously to do with the healing magic of sex. Oma grabbed my hand as if to say, "You'll see," and led me off with Tante Margarite. We found Isolde near one of the large bonfires. Next to her stood two young blonde women; one tall and buxom, the other short and petite like a pixie. Isolde made introductions.

"Ahh Hilde, Margarite, and Stephan," she said with a sweep of her arm to us, "this tall enchantress with the round ripe bosoms is Katinka and the diminutive little flower blossom next to her is Brittany."

"Pleased to make your acquaintance!" said Brittany. She was a bouncing little bundle of energy in her early twenties with hazel eyes, blonde hair in a bob cut, and fashionably smallish breasts (with jutting nipples the size of thimbles that poked out ahead of her like champagne corks). She had an air of sophistication about her, like a fashion model or a cabaret dancer. What immediately struck me was her accent. It was French.

"Welcome, "said the tall woman "I trust your journey went well?" She was beautiful, in her late thirties with cold blue eyes, high cheekbones, and lovely round hips. Her breasts were two full ripe melons of desire-able round flesh atop her heaving chest. She was both beautiful and intimidating. Again I was struck by an accent that was,

"RUSSIAN?" I blurted out, "You are Russian?"

"Is this a problem?" Katinka sniffed at me. Her face had an air of disdain and contempt.

"I have traveled," she added, "a long way just to be snubbed by a German, warlock or not!" Isolde intervened, placing a hand between us to emphasize caution and prudence.

"Stephan meant no harm Katinka, he merely is surprised to hear a foreign accent amongst tonight's company. Brittany's must seem odd to his ear as well!"

Isolde gave me a wary look out of the corner of her eye as she spoke. My grandmother also gave me a poke in the ribs as if to tell me to hold my tongue. Isolde continued with,

"Stephan, we have enchanted people from many places coming here tonight. The regular non-magical people of the world may still be fighting, but for us it is a chance to stop this ugliness and bring this great hateful sorrow to an end. Katinka here is not just a witch, she is a Russian nurse in the Red Army who traveled here tonight specially for the purpose of meeting and lying with us. Brittany is a former partisan who fought for the Resistance and found a broom so that she too could be here for this special event," she paused to let the words sink in and then continued with, "We are not just burying cocks in quims and rumps tonight... we are burying swords.You understand, yes?"

Another quick poke in my ribs from Tante Margarite reinforced what Isolde said. There was to be no hate or malice here, only healing. I nodded saying,

"Yes, naturally."

There was a long pause. Isolde studied my eyes momentarily as Katinka looked somewhat slighted but kept her displeasure in check; looking away uncomfortably and keeping her own council. Only Brittany (the bouncing happy little French bundle of girlish love and sex), acted as if nothing awkward had just occurred. She looked down at my cock and back up into my eyes as if she was eyeing a meal with giddy anticipation. After several more awkward seconds Isolde found her voice and said,

"Good, because Stephan you will lie with Katinka and Brittany here first."

My mouth fell open. Lying with a French girl who'd been part of the Resistance was bad enough but with a Russian? The same people who'd killed members of my family? There was a hatred burning in my guts to this person and I strongly suspected the same was true for her. We could feel one another's contempt despite the fact that we were mutually attracted. That contempt and anger I felt as I looked at her, suddenly turned into something else... a spark of angry lust and sexual desire.

It turned out that my internal dilemma was irrelevant, for even as my mind tried to formulate words of protest and a desire to perhaps lie with someone else, my grandmother and Tante Margarite had already turned and left... as if all was decided. They were done discussing the matter. A second later I felt the hand of a strong Russian woman land on my shoulder, spin me around, and with a strength I had not reckoned on; push me over backwards onto a pile of thick animal skins and fur pillows.

"Brittany," Katinka growled, "lets show this German tadpole a thing or two."

She towered over me menacingly and with an ear to ear smile. Next to her Brittany clapped her hands like a giddy little school-girl and bounced up and down. I took one look to the side to see my Oma, Tante Margarite, and Isolde dive into a pile of heaving writhing bodies with intent to fornicate with whomever they landed on. A moment later, I was hit by an avalanche of lusty Russian and French female flesh that descended upon me with intent to ravage!

My cock found itself encased in Brittany's mouth, the pretty French pixie's head bobbing up and down as if she were attempting to say, "Oui! Oui! Oui!" in rapid wet succession but was unable to do so with such a substantial mouthful! A moment later my face was seized by Katinka's two strong Russian hands as she pulled my head to her face. She looked directly into my face; green eyes locked on mine; her face one immense grin. I was about to be devoured by a Russian she-bear!

She pulled me into a great open mouthed kiss; her mouth sucking at mine as though she were attempting to extract every last drop of juice from a ripe piece of fruit. I was being sucked at two ends and with an intensity so great I could have sworn the two would rip me in half; like a rag being torn between two dogs in an alley. I attempted to raise my hands but Brittany caught them and held them at my side as Katinka broke our kiss and rose; swinging a leg over me in preparation to mount my face. Before I knew it, my muzzle was now a Russian motorcycle seat, encased in the pink warm flesh of a hot quim!

As the French wench on my cock gobbled me ravenously, I followed suit on the Russian woman's pink sex blossom above me that was squishing back and forth on my face. As I did I realized something; she tasted simply marvelous! She had the loveliest sex I had dined on yet and with a musky scent of womanly essence that was nothing short of heaven!

I gave in to my passions and as Brittany released my forearms, I grabbed the back of the French girl's head; pulling it down now to my humping loins. My other arm seized a handful of lovely Russian rump and pulled it down harder upon my face. I simply fucked mouth and gorged on sex.

Up above me Katinka let out a squeal and a contented sigh, circling her hips and mashing them hard against my nose and chin. My lips found her clitoris and pushed the little pink hood back. I began to suck at Katinka's most sensitive of spots as if it were a pulsing nipple; nursing at it as though it were a teat and it was my feeding time. She responded by moaning as if set upon with a belly ache of agonizing severity and her hand reached behind her rump to grab me by the hair. I paused for a second, wondering if I had hurt her. She gave my hair a squeeze in fingers strong as eagle talons and there was a pause, then her words came in a hoarse gasp through clenched teeth,

"Dont stop! Keep going! Yessss!!"

She rocked her hips for emphasis as if doing so would "start my face." I obliged and continued to suck and munch. She returned to her moans and whimpers.

Down at my cock I felt Brittany's mouth leave my cock as she now began to climb atop my manhood. A second later she was squatting down and I could feel the warm wet opening to her sex-pit resting atop my cockhead. I then heard her and Katinka share muffled words and a laugh before the diminutive French witch exhaled forth all her wind and simply sank herself down upon my pole in one go; finally coming to rest at my balls. I was sheathed in her warm wet tightness and it felt simply luxurious! We paused for a moment for her to catch her breath, then we began to fuck and the lovely French girl began to squeal with delight!

Katinka, began to juice and squish atop my face; juice and squish and squish and juice. For my part I fed eagerly as her briny dew flowed into my nose and mouth and ran down my ears and neck. She was like a gasping ripe fruit.

Meanwhile my cock felt the most exquisitely tight loving squeeze. Brittany had a quim with the grip of a python, but soft inside as down. I was now happy I had cum many times before that evening as otherwise I fear I could not have lasted. I fucked her hard and relished every stroke as if it were my last!

I now began moving up past Katinka's pink sex-hole that was flowing like a leaky pipe to focus my attentions on her anus; swirling my tongue around on the rude little crater of pink flesh and raking it with my teeth. She let out a yelp of surprise and then continued her moaning hip rocks, whimpering with delight and whispering breathlessly to Brittany as to what I was doing. The French wench responded with a giggle and she leaned forward. A second later and I could hear the distinct sound of two women kissing wetly and passionately. I had to peek.

I craned my head beyond the rump of the Russian witch and despite my position, could see the two women locked in a passionate Sapphic kiss. I then saw Brittany breathlessly whisper something to Katinka along the lines of wishing to suck the busty Baba Yaga's large breasts. Katinka nodded and uttered a reply that I could not make out, but when I saw Brittany's head drop out of sight and Katinka arch her back slightly and begin cooing and sighing, I had a good idea of what was happening. A second later I was met by an impatient hip-shake as Katinka's voice snapped,

"Hey little German tadpole, get back to swimming down there!"

I dropped my head back down under her ass and dug with lips and tongue around in her bunghole for several seconds before returning my attentions to her pink cunny-pit. Katinka's hips rolled in reply while up above Brittany fed upon the Russian maiden's ample babushka bosoms. Frantic howls and moans of passion built and rose all around us as fornicators humped and fucked and the sky above churned and boiled.

And so it went. The French witch and the Russian witch rolling their arses atop me; thrashing and wailing in-between sucks and caresses, their lips seeking out one another's breasts, neck, shoulders, and mouth. I began to notice more and more hot briny dew flowing from their quims with each passing minute. Their hips began to thrash faster and faster until all three of us were engaged in a mad cataclysmic seizure of a copulation.

I felt my load rise in my balls as both women atop me raged and screamed like maddened harpies. High above a huge thunder-crash split the sky in response to the sexual magic being generated everywhere. The ground shook as a lightning bolt struck the mountain and both Brittany and Katinka sobbed and screeched through tumultuous shudders. That was all it took.

The voices of both women rose in a duet of passionately agonized joy. A second later I found myself drenched in two showers of orgasmic piddle; absolutely soaked in their hot gushings at my face and crotch. I snarled and shot a big hot sticky load up inside Brittany's clenching sex; then another, and then another, until it seemed I'd filled her pink little cunt with copious curds of salty clotted cream!

The two women dismounted and collapsed to either side of me. We giggled, kissed, and snuggled on the skins in the light of the bonfire for serveral minutes until the strokings of their hands raised my cock to prominence. Now it was Katinka's turn and she whispered in my ear,

"Alright little tadpole, it is time for you to swim up my stream!"

She slapped her Venus mound lightly with her fingertips for emphasis while making a silly face as Brittany snickered at the Russian's lewd euphemism. Both girls seemed to enjoy bawdy comments and double-entendres much as they enjoyed a good pounding fuck. I wouldn't have to worry about offending their sensibilities... that much was certain!

Katinka lay back in the glow of the fire and raised a pair of pale spread knees; presenting the bottoms of her bare feet upward. I mounted her in the fashion of a missionary as Brittany swung a leg over the head of the Russian witch and settled onto her face. Around us other witches and warlocks fucked and fornicated; their bodies writhing and moving in reddish bonfire glow as the sky rolled and spat lightning like sparks from a great forge.

Brittany squirmed her hips and let loose an involuntary sigh atop Katinka's ravenous jaws; seizing the Russian witch by the ankles and holding them to either side like bicycle handles. She leered down at me as I steered the head of my cock to her Russian friend's quim-hole; gaining entry and arching my back like a bow in the process. She read my expression of pleasure as my throbber shot to the back of the Slavic woman's cunt and her leer became a shared expression of open mouthed smiling joy with me as we both took pleasure from Katinka below us. A happy yelp came up from somewhere underneath Brittany's ass; signaling the Russian approved of the activity as well.

I was now wedged in a squeezing wet bear-hug of a quim; a wonderful warm iron grip of tightness that seemed just the thing to revive a freshly spent cock and restore it to jutting stiffness. I let out a gasp of pleasure; only to find Brittany's smiling face down in mine; apparently delighted at what her Russian friend below was doing to me and overcome by passion. A second later and the French witch locked her mouth on mine; fusing our lips in a torrid kiss. The two of us began to stroke and fuck the Russian enchantress beneath us as best we could; allowing for the limits of anatomy, geometry, and carnal wickedry.

We thrashed, bucked, and humped for several minutes in the firelight's dancing flicker; locked in three-way combat of the most wondrous kind. My fingers and hands alternated between plucking Brittany's nipples and strumming at Katinka's clitoris, causing the Russian to buck and thrash against my cock and for the French woman feast upon my lips; her moans muffled by the press of our kissing. It was simply wondrous erotic magic we were creating and the heavens above seemed to cheer us on with thunder and lightning.

When at last our crescendo arrived, it did so with great effect. The air hummed with electric energy and I saw multiple bolts of lightning flash across the sky as the mountain vibrated in the roaring crash of thunder. I felt my balls detonate again; launching great ropes of salty life into the depths of Katinka's spasming pink quim-pit as it gushed like a broken water pipe.

Brittany lost all sense and control and pulled her mouth from mine. She threw back her head, screaming oaths and howls at the heavens; her own climax wracking her tiny form and causing her to spill her dew straight into Katinka's gobbling mouth. Her cries were followed by an even louder and more terrifying crash of thunder and lightning that raced just overhead, (barely missing us). The sky above us boiled and the magic from this witch orgy on the mountain built, and built, and built.

Brittany now fumbled for a drinking horn lying upon the skins beside us, seizing the vessel up with a happy pixie giggle of one who'd just came and came hard. Without a word she darted off to the cauldron; filling it with brew before returning to myself and Katinka; still gasping in a sweaty heap upon the furs. She raised the horn to her lips and drank, the contents spilling down her chin and over her breasts. She then she fell down with us on the furs; snatching my limp cock up in her hand and putting the rude cup to my lips.

"Drink," she ordered, her hand furiously pumping my cock as if her wrist was part of some lewd machine.

I sipped and knew precisely what it was she'd offered to me. It was more of the mushroom beer I'd drunk too much of back at Oma's cottage! I began to gulp from the horn, taking in a huge draft of the libation. The effect was immediate; my cock began to rise under the blurring fast strokes of Brittany's hand. I began to feel my member throb; stiffer and stiffer with each second of her tugs and pulls.

Upon draining the last I suddenly received a strong Russian hand to the chest; pushing me back onto the furs. Above me the form of Katinka joined that of Brittany in the flickering firelight. Seizing my cock from the smallish French pixie she smiled devilishly and grabbed the smiling girl by the back of her head; pulling her down on to my member to take me between her lips saying,

"That is it my little French pretty, suck him, Suck him like a hungry piggy at a tit! Nurse him stiff again... that's it!"

Brittany gorged herself upon me; surrounding my cock from all sides in wet and pleasurable warmth while gently raking me with her teeth. My hips rose from the skins as I now attempted to fuck the seemingly ravenous girl's mouth with vigor; the sensation having become so delightful and exquisite! A moment later and my cock was plucked from her lovely French lips by the forceful hand of Katinka, who playfully commented that it was her turn for a taste of her quim drippings on my shaft. Brittany happily shrugged and came up my belly and chest with more kisses until she was once again locked with both lips upon mine as the blonde head of the Russian witch below bobbed on my lap like a cork on a rough sea!

"It's true," I said pulling away from the French witch to look straight into her eyes "you French really are experts at kissing with those marvelous mouths of yours!"

"Yes," she said, "sex is for us; much like a fine meal, (and I simply wish to devour you)!"

With that, she returned to a deep soulful kiss; her lips locked to mine while down below, Katinka swallowed my cock with all the ease of a sturgeon gulping a minnow whole. I was in absolute paradise now. I didn't wish for the sensations to end and appreciatively, I ran a hand through the blonde locks of my famished Russian sucktress and then the other up between the thights of my French kissing partner; finding her clitoris and fleshy hood; making the little tart moan and hum in my mouth with joy. After a few minutes of this she broke from our smooch; breathlessly whispering in my ear with,

"And of course you know there is one other thing we French are proficient at, monsieur?"

She patted Katinka on the head and whispered something in her ear. The buxom blonde spat out my cock and with a giggle, nodded in agreement. The two had a look of conspiracy about them.

Brittany then prostrated herself on her knees with her lovely heart-shaped bottom high in the air; her head and shoulders low on the furs. From my vantage point she looked both helpless and wickedly mischievous at the same instant; her lips pursed in a naughty little pout, her eyes gleaming with lewd intent. It was a look that made her slightly catlike in appearance and told me she was decidedly up to no good!

Without skipping a beat; Katinka rose, cleared her throat, and spat a big slimy ball of sputum onto the French girl's upturned arsehole. She poked a finger inside the girl's puckered rectum to grease the entrance to her insides. After a few seconds of wiggling it around in Brittany's naughty backdoor, she motioned for me to approach; a filthy grin across her lovely Russian face.

I strode behind Brittany, my cock jutting and pointing like a weather vane. I was eager to probe her lovely anus, now slimed with spittle and glinting in the light of the bonfire; presenting me with a most irresistible sight. Katinka grabbed my cock and gave it two long wet sucks of her lovely tugging mouth before pointing the head of my member to the French tarts's most private of entrances. The heavens above us boiled and flashed as the sexual tension and excitement grew and built.

Deft Russian fingers pushed my cock's mushroom head against the slick rude pucker of pink crinkled flesh. A swat from Katinka's free hand on my rump urged me forward as if I was an unwilling plow horse; not wishing to strain against a heavy load. Brittany's nether-hole resisted, resisted, strained, and then gave way; opening and allowing me to sink down deep into the nasty warmth of her wicked little stink pit. The French temptress yelped and sighed happily and I shared in her excitement. I was in; I'd gained entry in to her entrails and the sensation was simply wonderful!​