Incest/Taboo Alpine Hideaway Magic

"Stephen," Oma scolded, "no time to lie down on the job! Your sister still needs servicing. Oh and Bettina, join me and your mother and Aunt Greta over here my dear!"

With that, Bettina rose with a trail of my seed dribbling down the crack of her arse. She moved to where Oma, Mutti, and my Tante Ilse were frolicking. I turned to my sister Gudrun, being "kept warm" by my Tante Margarite.

Margarite eyed my now limp cock and snapping her fingers, restored my erection in but a few seconds. She rose from Gudrun's sweating form and began to move to Oma and the rest of the women saying,

"Well, if this is the last patient for you to treat, I suppose I will see what help I can be to your Grandmother and the others!"

She then moved to Oma and "assisted" with the recovery procedures of my mother, aunt, and cousin. To put it plainly, she practically dove headfirst into the fleshy humping mound of feminine bellies, breasts, and undulating arses. Oh well... she knew best! I on the other hand had important things to do... namely my sister Gudrun.

Just as my mother and Tante Ilse are definitely sisters, so my cousin Bettina and sister Gudrun are most definitely cousins. The familial resemblance is there, the blonde hair (although shorter and a touch closer to red), the blue eyes, the smallish breasts and perky bon bon nipples. The difference is Gudrun's sex. While Bettina has a pretty pink slit affair, Gudrun has an external pink and purplish flower blossom... a sort of lotus flower that resembles a dark red sunset that you stop and wonder at for all the varying hues associated with it. I had to go down first and feast upon what I was about to fuck!

In retrospect I chose well...in fact I was quite happy with the delicate taste of her tulip-truffle petals. I eagerly licked and sucked at them, pulling the meaty purplish wings of her flower and rolling them around in my lips playfully; making her wiggle her hips slightly despite her lapsing in and out of delirium. I then moved my snout and gobbling lips to her pink hooded bud, flicking it with my tongue and giving it a few tender suckles to which she pushed her hips up against my face in earnestness; grinding herself against me. She was keen, despite her illness!

I moved up and straddled my sister's chest, placing the very tip of my schwanze to her lips. Instantly she opened her mouth whilst keeping her eyes closed. She commenced to nurse and suckle at my organ; milking my member in great warm luxurious strokes. It was a wonderfully wicked forbidden interlude between a brother and his nineteen year old sister until she brought me to orgasm a few minutes later; my fingers clenched and unclenched in her short blonde locks as she gulped down the generous jets from her brother's cock.

Almost instantly as the last of my seed hit her insides I saw her eyes go wild with what would best be described as wanton animal lust. With my erection flagging but still sufficient for penetration, I waisted no time; sliding down her belly to the notch between her legs. I pushed between her meat petals while her fingers danced upon her clitoris in a busy vibrato worthy of any cellist. A shove of my hips and I found myself "in up to the balls," as Gudrun gasped with delight!

What followed was marvelously hedonistic magic; me rowing my hips into my sister as my penis hardened stiffer and stiffer. I looked over at my grandmother. She noticed me amidst the heap of humping she-flesh and shrugged, calling to me,

"That was not any of my spells this time - its all you, Stephen! Now ride your sister for a good proper splitting... cunt and arsehole boy! You know the procedure by now! Fill them both to the rim with your ball butter!"

I didn't need an more coaching. I set myself to the task and mated with my sister as she raised legs and wrapped arms about my back. Our lips locked and unlocked again and again; making the wonderfully forbidden bond of fucking between two people of the same mother! I was lying with my sister and she was beside herself with joy, relishing each stroke.

I felt transformed - for now I'd gone so far as to fuck my sister. Decadence and incestuous hedonism now being a mantel that I wore with a sense of pride, the more filthy the better! It was the last frontier for me with regards to forbidden pleasure... or so I thought! There was still my grandmother, my wonderfully foul mentor and elder wife...and her magic. It could do so many many wickedly wonderful things, and still can for that matter!

At the moment however I had more to consider than my Oma's magic. I had a sister to fuck and to fuck hard. We fucked with me atop her between her legs, in the manner of two that were recently wed. We fucked on all fours with myself behind her as she shrieked into the pillows, sobbing with pleasure. We fucked on our side, in a slow cuddling embrace as her juices freely flowed from her sex like hot tears. At last with myself on my back and with Gudrun astride me with her girlish tits dangling in my mouth like ripe fruit she came (and came hard), screaming with joy as I bit and sucked at her collar button hard nipples.

Grandmother's hand rose from the knotted writhing throng of lesbian entanglements and her fingers snapped. Raging and snarling as if I might choke on my own spit, I shot off a great steaming geyser up my sister's cunt. An enormous crash of thunder and lightning rocked the house and out in the barn the animals squawked in terror.

Gudrun fell upon me, smothering my face with kisses and caresses. I rolled her and with her on her back I gave her the same in turn. We cuddled and whispered sweet things to one another for a minutes time before the sound again of my grandmother's fingers snapping forced my cock to coarse with blood and instantly stiffen.

"You still have her arse to fill Stephen! Bugger your sister good and proper! Get to it boy!"

We rose and reset ourselves... Gudrun in front of me, her presented high to me with her head and shoulders low in submission. I moved to my crouching position, steering my throbbing member to her dunghole. I stabbed and pushed at the aperture that until now had only known my sister's vilest of activities, sending my cock up the wrong way of her wrong but oh so right stinky nether-hole.

She bawled at the onset of the buggery, crying out in surprise. I stopped and waited, letting the seconds tick by until she adjusted. It was with supreme control that I did this as I so wanted to fuck this marvelously tight filthy spot with reckless abandon... yet I waited.

At last there was a nod of her pretty reddish blonde head. I commenced to row as my hands pulled at the lovely upside down heart of an arse belonging to my sister. Almost instantly she responded with wicked glee shouting,

"OH JA MEIN BRUDER!"

That was all it took. Seeing that Gudrun was enjoying herself, I proceeded to plow faster and faster at her entrails. We also took it upon ourselves to change things up a bit; moving from the position of me mounted on my sister high and from behind, to that of something not unlike the man and wife position of earlier with the two of us facing one another and she beneath me, (only with my cock fully engaged up her filthy ass pipe). In that manner we could kiss and I could twist and tease upon her perky nipples, delighting in her schoolgirl squeals and chuckles. We then tried anal sex on our sides and even with her on her back (but with her legs well over behind her head resting upon the pillows), as I hammered her asshole straight down from above. No matter what the position, my sister was like a wanton partner in crime, eager to be an intimate participant in whatever rude manner I could fuck her bung-hole rotten.

We finally settled into a blistering bit of brother/sister buggery with her once again on all-fours and me squatting behind her; my cock pistoning back and forth in my sister's rude poo-pit as she began swearing and giggling... giggling and swearing...and becoming more and more excited. My grandmother heard our noise and sensed that both our excitement levels were nearing a peak. She opted to move the whole throng of humping Sapphic flesh over to where we lay in an effort to turn the whole lot of us into one enormous knot of incestuous debauchery and depravity.

I was suddenly surrounded by women all about me, licking and sucking, rubbing and caressing. The warm touches and flourishes of many tongues fell upon me, my sister.. our mother... and in fact all present! It seemed like each singular body was set upon licking and fucking the familial mass of fuckery upon that bed, no matter whom was presented for contact!

So what did I do? The only thing I could with my Grandmother holding both my climax and that of my sister in check for the right moment - I kept on fucking Gudrun's arsehole, (and enjoying every sweet stinky stroke of it for that matter)! Gudrun for her part pushed back hard against my thrusts, as she now reveled at the additional hands and mouths landing upon seemingly every location of her body; bestowed upon her by the very women closest in her life! She later told me this had been a whole new realm of experience for her. If our ties had been strong up till then, they for certain were as bindings of solid steel now!

Grandmother of course knew this only too well. To some extent she'd planned this, (although not the part of having my mother, aunt, cousin, and sister show up on this day and in this seriously ill condition). She is a planner - my Grandmother, and to her the world is a magical chessboard - crafty one she is! I was right on the precipice of orgasm, (as was my sister). The mouths and lips at my neck, balls and shoulders seemed to intensify my need to cum and cum hard! I saw grandmother's hand raise at the corner of my vision and her fingers went SNAP!

A great clap of lightning seemed to rip the entire sky apart in the heavens above the house and the mountain should as if kicked hard by an immense force. Gudrun howled with joy as her crescendo shook her body from head to toe; her cunt running freely with hot dew. Feeling my balls now no longer held back I came and came in great blasts, sending great hot jets of man-magma up Gudrun's guts! I done it; I'd fucked all four and most likely saved them from a serious fate.

There was just one final matter. As I fell upon my sister, kissing and sucking at her neck and shoulders grandmother lay across my back. With a note of congratulations she spoke in my ear.

"Well done Stephen," she said, "for a man who has been up all night fucking on the mountain of the witches, you did well in mating with these four, (as well as healing them)! There is however, one matter that needs to be seen to."

"Which is?" I gasped in between kisses of Gudrun's back.

"Their guts need to be washed out thoroughly. The device is waiting. Come, let's have you and Tante Margarite help me get these four women downstairs and outside. This will be a bit messy, just like it was the last time!"

By the device of course my grandmother meant the enema bag with its wicked three nozzles that we'd used several days before down in the village to flush out those poor women suffering from food poisoning. Now it would be employed to aid the women of my own family in the grip of this fever; a fever that thanks to my seed was waning... but my grandmother had to be sure. Well, she was the boss when it came to such matters and I was still the novice!

In no time, all four of the sick women found themselves downstairs and outside, near the animal pen. The sprawled on the grass, still unsteady from the effects of the fever but also in a heady state of sexual euphoria from both my cum and from the power of the mushroom stew. Their naked arses swirled in the air, as if begging some unseen god of the sky to come down from the clouds and fucked them rotten but their heads drunkenly rested in the grass with their tongues muttering all sorts of messy drivel. It was as though they'd all gone off on a horrendous bout of drinking and the bottle had gotten the best of them. Grandmother stood behind them, holding aloft the great bag with its bizarre three nozzles hanging like the legs of a stool. She scowled.

"Three nozzles, and four arseholes," she commented, "this won't do!"

With eyes shut, she muttered several words in the ancient tongue and pulled with two fingers at the bottom of the bag. To my amazement a fourth nozzle appeared in her hand. She drew at it; pulling it out in a long chord until its length matched that of the other three, more or less.

"Margarite," Grandmother directed, "prop up those arses high and do your best to hold those four drunken sows still! Stephen, I need you over here with me."

As Margarite placed the placed the four patients side by side with bottoms pointing to the clouds, Oma placed the strap of the heaving bag upon my shoulders. I immediately felt the bag's weight in my back and in my knees. Unmistakably, Grandmother had filled the great sack to its limits with the mushroom slurry. Now with a great HOCK, she began to spit upon each and every one of those upturned anuses; putting a large blob of saliva to them before feeding a nozzle carefully right behind.

The arses of the women swayed drunkenly with hoses hanging from each, like cattle in a chute awaiting some strange procedure from a veterinarian. There'd be no ear tagging here however; Grandmother had other business in mind! Grandmother stepped back behind the women and releasing a valve at the base of the bag, allowed the vile contents to flow.

There I stood, the bag hanging from my neck; towering in the morning sun over them, their four round bottoms offered up to me as they took their strange "treatment. I watched in fascination as they simply took and took and took from the bag, its mucky mushroom contents slowly emptying into the voids of their pink stink-holes. Presently I felt something on my schwanze. Warm and wet and sucking; it was none other than the mouth of my grandmother, upon her knees and eagerly fellating me.

"I figured it might need a good cleaning off," Oma said, eventually pulling my now stiff cock from her lips, "its just been up Gudrun's arse chute and I wanted it cleaned off before what comes next,"

"Which is?" I asked wryly with one eyebrow cocked.

Without a word Oma stood up, removed the slowly emptying bag from around my neck and placed it straps over her own before spinning around and bending slightly at the waist; her hands pulling the twin loaves of her round bottom apart to reveal her cunt lips and pink anal pucker. It was plain as day she wanted a bit of the cock the other women present had been enjoying.

I didn't need coaching. My hands steered my cockhead to the crater of her anus and I pushed. Blowing her air out as I gained entry Oma's stink-shutter opened as she took me into the loving squeeze of her arsehole. I commenced with a slow deliberate buggering of my grandmother while we both patiently witnessed the spectacle of the four rumps being filled.

Meanwhile, Tante Margarite busied herself at the heads of the four women, her arse resting in the grass and her face raised to catch the morning sun. She was enjoying herself immensely in her wanton nakedness, her crotched shoved first into the face of one delirious woman, then another, then another and then still another; each set of female lips and tongues gobbling madly at my auntie's crotch flower. Margarite of course was taking advantage of the situation to be sure; wanton sex fiend that she was! Her tattoos became a cartoon tapestry of all manner of Sapphic sexual depravity between women; women one on one, two older women seducing a young maiden, a group of young ladies bolting the door to a bedroom and jumping into a bed for a good rollicking frolic after the lady of the house had gone to bed down the hall - the list of woman on woman hedonism went on and on up and down her nakedness!

Oma's tattoos as well were ablaze with all forms of wanton depravity. Orgies rolled and boiled like a tossed sea of human flesh, here and there people whipped and spanked one another. In one inky cartoon a barnyard scene played out with nearly the same visual spectacle as what I was witnessing directly before me; four women with tubes up their arses showed their bared bottoms to the sky while behind them an older woman with an enema bag about her neck nursed over them; the bag slowly going slack as its contents emptied into the four round rumps. In front of the four, a woman shoved her cunt into the faces of each of the women. Behind the old woman a youth vigorously slammed himself into the naked old granny's rump. It was our scene to the last detail... complete with the chickens scratching around the yard!

At last the bag about Oman's neck appeared quite empty. Grandmother shot a look over her shoulder at me. She didn't want my buggering to end but she knew it had to be so. Smiling reluctantly she snapped her fingers, causing a great crash of thunder to shake the mountain and for me to spout an tremendous rush of semen up her hindquarters. The air once again smelled of sulfur, well-fucked arse, and magic.

"Margarite," Oman called out, "run inside and fetch more mushroom mud. I want these four arseholes positively FILLED to the rim!"

Margarite (who'd been enjoying herself supremely up until now), made a face of disappointment, as though Oma was being a terrible killjoy for her. In the end she relented at the stern glance of my grandmother. Oma loves a good time, a good party, and a good fuck as much as anyone, but if you cross her that searing glare of hers could melt solid rock. My aunt above all things knew her place. She arose and scurried her naked arse off through the door of the house, returning with the entire pot of what remained of the mushroom swampiness.

My grandmother opened the bag at the very top and held it open wide. She then told Tante Margarite to pour every last drop of the steaming brown sludge into the bag; commenting that she hoped this would be enough to finish the job on the guts of these four women. She then thought to herself. Holding the bag open she turned and faced me saying,

"Stephen, you've cum buckets both last night and this morning. Do you need to piss?"

"Oh yes actually I do, Oma!" I admitted. She'd kept me cumming and fucking and fucking and cumming for a good long time and now, well I needed to relieve my bladder in the worst way!

"Good," she said, placing the bag down low to my loins, "piss in here. I want every last yellow drop of your bladder-beer in this sack,"

"But why..." I started to ask but she interrupted with,

"Because your urine, mine, and Tante Margarites can also have healing capabilities; especially after all the mushroom potions we've had - also because I SAID SO! Now PISS BOY!"

I held my schwanze over the bag's open end between Grandmother's hands while she held things open for me and I commenced to relax. It didn't take long at all. The stream came, all sizzling-yellow and steamy; straight into the bubbling brown glop down in the bag.

Tante Margarite peered over Oma's shoulder at the sparkly ammoniated spectacle I was making into the bag and then a flash of inspiration registered across her face. She set the pot and wooden spoon down and stepped around the four seriously ill women prostrate in the grass. Realizing they were not only scandalously randy from the mushroom's effects (along with those of my semen), they were also quite susceptible to suggestion at the moment.

She had them come up and sit on their knees quite close together; in fact so close that their heads all touched, cheek to jowl. Ordering them to hold their mouths open, she half-turned and raised her leg in the manner of a hound seeing fit to relieve itself. As their jaws dropped open in unison, she let fly with a golden arc of piss that landed squarely in the middle of those upturned faces! Down those chins and up those noses splattered that hot stream of urine in a scene of utter perversion and depravity; not that the four women turned away from the blast - oh no! In fact, like women possessed with blazing thirst they each in turn caught the stream in their mouths; swallowing again and again as Tante Margarite shifted her hips around to accommodate each eager set of lips. The whole while she grinned devilishly at my grandmother and myself.

"More than one way to get the 'medicine' into these four," Margarite chuckled. Oma giggled in kind, shaking her head saying,

"Margarite, that whole process of boiling up the brew has made you a lust-filled harpy!"

"Thank you for noticing, Mother!" Margarite replied as she dropped her leg and affected an orchestra conductor's bow before raising her leg and continuing to piss some more. The four women, mad with lust and reveling in their own degradation seemed like baby birds; each greedily wanting to be fed by their parent as the piss-blast went from one open set of lips, to another, and another and still another.

At last Tante Margarite's stream abated and fizzled out, diminishing itself down to but a few ammonia raindrops on her pink cunt flaps, which she wiped with away with a finger before tracing it across the four crazed grins of the women on the grass. Each of the four was now drenched in sweat, their locks soaked and their temples running. The fever was making its last stand, (and with any luck our next move would end its grip on the poor hapless four).

My stream had long since ended and Oma seeing I was out of lemon-juice, now had me hold the bag low and low as she spun around in a half squat. Following her lead I held the bag open down between her thighs, careful to catch things as she commenced a piss of her own after grunting and cursing under her breath. The bag began to fill, and fill, and fill some more; eventually becoming quite heavy indeed.

Over on the grass before us Tante Margarite had placed the four women ( all drunk with fever), back into the head-low arse-high sort of arrangement as before. Once again their bottoms were side by side and quite close with rumps actually touching. The hoses still protruded from the four rectums; each sphincter already straining from the immense liquid pressure behind it from the first irrigation, and yet they would indeed hold fast as Grandmother (whose piss took only slightly less than a minute), held their guts fast with her mind. Just like our orgasms, the old witch would hold their evacuations until the right moment, (timing it with the fever's zenith). She'd had it all planned out!

As the last of her piss subsided, Oma raised a hand and bid me not to remove the bag from between her legs. What could it be now? A second later I had my answer.

Holding her arse cheeks apart she grunted and pushed. I then witnessed the lurid spectacle of her pink pouty arsehole as it opened and nearly turned itself inside out, (resembling something like a large rose blossom). Out from the depths of her guts poured my semen like gooey white lava; the slimy evidence of our incestuous buggery. It was all wonderfully crude and perverse; barbaric even! It was also all quickly deposited with a farting splat and dribble straight into the bag; save a few tell-tale spills of my seed still running down Oma's arse and thighs.

Oma now straightened up, spun about, and helped me to seal the bag. She then had me shake the pouch and its vile contents vigorously until all inside was thoroughly mixed. Over on the grass, I could see Tante Margarite flat on her back with her legs high, her crotch once again shoved into the faces of each woman in turn. It was like feeding time for the animals in the barn the way each waited patiently for a chance to gobble my aunt's pink quim-petals.

"Oma," I asked as she placed the bag's strap over my neck,"why would you have me fuck you in the arse to make the potion? Wouldn't it have been easier to simply have me pull my cock and spout directly into the bag?"

"Stephen," Oma confided, "we needed to combine my powers and yours into your seed. The act of sex was what brought it all together."

"Why your arsehole, Oma?"

"A girl has needs, yes?" she said sheepishly looking away, her tattoos showing people in all manner of awkward situations, unable to make eye contact with someone making an inquiry that they'd hope to avoid.

With a chuckle she slapped me playfully over the head for being too bright and inquisitive. She then reached behind me to slap me on the arse before then reaching for the valve at the base of the device. The foul stew began to flow.

Four round bottoms swayed and bumped nakedly into one another as the contents made the journey from the bag, straight into those upturned gut chutes. Four sets of groans rang out in the morning air as four bellies began to fill.. and fill.. and fill.

Presently four sets of hands came up from below, finding four cunts, still trickling my seed. Those hands began to vex and self abuse; pink puss flowers only too willing to receive such selfish treatment. It was a bizarre masturbatory quartet Oma and I were now witness to; each woman moaning and crying from the strain in their guts, (and the effects of the mushroom glop which wrestled with their fevers). That strange tug-of-war between magic and fever was raising the sexual ardor of each woman to new heights. It was then I knew.

"Oma, I understand!" I said, not taking my eyes from the scene.

"And what would that be?" she said, taking my cock in her hand and commencing to stroke it vigorously as her other hand rubbed at her sex and pinched at her nipples.

"You have created a great sexual madness in these three women, a hunger that is driving their lust and their temperature higher and higher! Just look at them sweating as they rub themselves like barnyard animals in heat; each of them eager to shove their face into Tante Margarite's cunt like they'd abandoned all sanity. You are pushing their temperatures higher and higher still .. to kill this fever once and for all!"

"Yes, Stephen," Oma said turning to me, "now you see! Well done!"

She turned back and continued to jerk my schwanze whilst her own hand teased and tortured her tits and cunt-nub in decadently indulgent self-abuse. We were building a sexual power; myself, Oma, and even Tante Margarite, (writhing down on the grass at the laps and licks of four greedy tongues).

The bag was empty now. Oma bid me to hold it high so as for the last of the contents to flow out and "in." Secure in the knowledge that it was indeed quite empty, she had me remove the bag from around my neck and cast it to the ground, its job done. She then pulled each tube from each poor tortured anus; careful not to lose the mental grip she had on each of those rectums. They simply would not blast their guts; not while she had a say in the matter!

She promptly then stepped away from the four unplugged rumps, bidding me to join her off to one side; well-out of the line of fire! I was now looking down all four bottoms in a lewdly laid out line as the women swayed, masturbated, and rocked; voices all choked moans and groans. These were clearly the wails of women with full guts needing to crap and with sexes needing release of a different but equally urgent nature. It was like all seven of us were creating a great pyscho-sexual dam with a simply enormous body of water steadily building up behind it.

Oma's hand was a blur on my cock as was the hand on her own cunt. The calls of the four women were now joined by that of my Tante Margarite, her hands grasping the head of my mother and pulling it hard to her crotch; her hips humping Mutti's lips and chin with vigor. Oma and I became all groans. How long had all this been going on now? I didn't know. I only knew I madly wanted to cum! Clouds above the mountain began to build and toss... It was then Oma raised her hand and her fingers snapped.. SNAP!

An enormous bolt of lightning flew from the clouds and struck the ground with a terrifying explosion not twenty feet away, barely missing the house. Oma's head flew back as she screamed with joy; her voice joined by Tante Margarite and that of myself. My cock jetted hot sticky goo into Oma's frigging fingers before she whipped her hand away to feverishly paw at her own sex; her crescendo completely overtaking her now! My seed continued to spout and spunk; jetting through the air and arcing high to splatter across the four bottoms in that bucking line, my longest jet even splatting my cousin Bettina's quaking bottom at the very far end!

Cascades of hot dew ran freely from the cunts of the four prostrate women as the grass below received a good wetting. Oma had indeed released them and now they came hard and they came LOUD, joined in by the voice of my Tante Margarite. The four women didn't need to be told what to do next. Looking over their shoulders and seeing a place to go, each at the same moment ran to the animal pen and CLIMBED. They spun themselves around on the top rail and sat... perched on an impromptu group toilet bench.

Just as in the house down in the village the same scene played out. All four faces showed the tortured strain of an enormous pressure being held back in their bowels. Sweat trickled down four foreheads while four faces wore anguished expressions. Teeth bit bottom-lips and brows wrinkled. Four nosed scrunched together whilst four bottom-holes... let go!

They were rewarded with an enormous explosion of flatulence and liquid; startled squeals of the pigs at the far end of the hog pen answering in response. The women crapped and pushed and crapped some more; jetting long blasts down into the floor of the pen from high above. Witness to the vile spectacle were Oma, Margarite, and myself; the three of us lying exhausted upon the grass.

"Look," Oma commented with satisfaction, "color is starting to return to those faces. I have seen this a hundred times. The fever has broken. Let's get them washed up, dried, and to bed. They are done with the worst of this!"

No sooner had Grandmother spoken, but the four women then eyed me in a peculiar fashion. Leaping from their poo-perch, they surged across the barnyard towards me. I scampered to my feet but they were swift and upon me in short order...coming in from all sides! Grandmother and Margarite rolled out of the way as the four women, crazed with lust pulled me to the ground in a fleshy heap of tongues, cunt's, and humping fuckery.

"It's the mushroom stew's side-effects," Grandmother commented to Tante Margarite, as the two stood over us, watching the debauchery, "turns 'em into absolutely wanton beasts in heat it does!"

She and Margarite then eyed the five of us writhing on the ground; me quite frankly trying to get away and the other four, determined to have their way with me! Oma and Margarite then looked at one another and grinned. Both touched themselves lewdly and Oma asked Margarite if she was thinking what she was thinking. My aunt nodded. They themselves then dove into the churning heap of flesh.

"Oma! Tante! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I called out,

"A GURL HAS NEEDS STEPHEN!" was their reply amidst the swarm of tongues, limbs, and humping arses!

Within an hour or so we were all upstairs, the seven of us, dead to the world. We'd been up all night, Oma, Margarite and myself; only to come home and find these four here on our doorstep. I was now completely spent and exhausted as were the others. We slept through the day, rising only to feed the animals that night and then return to the comfort of bed. We'd not stir from our resting place until morning but then we'd have turned a corner in this adventure. Now we were a naked band of seven hedonists and the magic for that seven was just beginning!​