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Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 01

By: FOUNTAINPEN67



Alpine Hideaway Magic part one

In April of 1945 I deserted the German Army. I had just turned eighteen and had been working on an anti- aircraft crew for about ten months. Myself, and the rest of the boys manning a FLAK gun simply stopped firing into the night sky when we ran out of ammunition. When a runner went off for more ammunition and was killed doing so, we simply got up from the anti-aircraft gun and walked away. We had enough. The war was lost and Germany was shattered. There was nothing left.

We left our positions and walked silently through the night in the direction of home. We reached the river next to my side of town about midnight. I walked through the city which was on fire and smoking heavily. When I got to my street I saw the houses were intact and there were a few window broken but it was eerily quiet. I went down the street and went into the house I shared with my mother and aunt.

My mother was horrified at what I had done. She knew I would be shot for desertion if I was caught now and she knew I could very well be killed by the Americans coming in from the West and North. She told me I was a stupid boy to do what I did. Presently my aunt came up from the cellar and told my mother and myself to come downstairs to shelter from the bombing. I told her the bombers had gone but my aunt was not convinced it was safe so we huddled in the cellar and talked about what to do with me.

My aunt and mother talked for the best part of an hour and finally told me that tonight while it was still dark, to change clothes and head out away from the city and away from the German Army. My mother scribbled a note and I looked at it -- it was in what I would best describe as complete gibberish but she was insistent that I take the note and head for the mountains in the south. She and my aunt scraped some rations they had and bundled them in a ratty old satchel bag and mom took some Reich's Marks from a jar in the kitchen upstairs and told me to head to my grandmother's farm house.

My grandmother Hilde was my father's mother. She had an old farm on the very edge of a village in the shoulders of the Bavarian Alps. I had not seen her since I was very young and the women on my mother's side of the family often spoke of her in strange terms that I could not completely put together. My aunt took on a mischievous grin and exclaimed, "The old witch will eat that young one alive Greta!"

My mother shot her an angry look and responded quickly, "He'll die here Ilse - and us with him too if he doesn't do this! Enough! There is no choice in this."

Mother explained her idea. They would join me at a later time when they could make the walk but for now it was too dangerous for me to be here and for me to be with them. I was to get out of town and stick to back roads and stay out of sight. Look like somebody bombed out of a home and don't let anyone get a good look at you.

Mother kissed me and threw her arms around me to hug me hard. The clothes I was wearing fit worse than the oversized uniform I had taken off which was now burning in the wood stove to remove any trace I had been here. With that my mother pushed me out the door into the night and told me not to stop until the farm, my aunt waiving behind my mother in the doorway as I left. I walked with the bag of provisions in one hand and with my helmet and boots in the other.

When I crossed the stone bridge at the edge of town I threw the helmet and boots weighted down with broken bricks and cobblestones into the canal and that was my goodbye to the German Army. I got off the road and moved into the night away from the light of the burning city which bathed the countryside.

I found a culvert under a farm road about sunrise and crawled in. That was how I spent my first day on the run and it was how I spent my next ten days as well. I hid and slept during the day and then got up and walked to the mountains in the south through the back countryside at night. I was always looking out for German military units and American soldiers. After my first night I saw no more of the German Army but from a distance I saw many American Army columns.

I felt a little like a rabbit staying clear of things with teeth and claws. I walked in my badly fitting clothes and my poorly fitting man's hat with it pulled down slightly to hide my face partially -- like that would do good. I told myself I would look less obvious -- who was I kidding? It was a miracle I wasn't picked up. In a barn near the city of Ulm, I found a place to sleep and found some chickens that I relieved of their eggs before the farmer awoke in the morning. I also found some jarred of canned fruit in his shed that I took with me. I knew I was getting close.

Two nights later, I waded across a very unpleasantly cold stream and into the valley where my Grandmother or my "Oma Hilde" lived. I was still moving through the darkness but when I got within sight of her village I could also see the sun was coming up. I went up some side streets to her house trying to move as quickly and quietly as possible. I came around the back of her farmhouse I went through the barn away from the main street. At the door of her barn leading into her house I knocked on her door.

Oma came to the door and opened it, and peered in a surprised fashion into my face with a look of shock and bewilderment. She then sized up my appearance and hurried me inside and she locked the door.

"Stephan, you look so different!" She exclaimed. She hugged me and took my bag and hat and coat and sat me at the table. She saw that I was wet and cold from the stream I had waded through and she went to a cabinet and produced a bottle of brandy. She put a pot on the stove and proceeded to heat some of the brandy for me while snatching some leaves from a spice cabinet about eye- level in front of her and dropped a pinch into the pan. Soon she handed me a steaming cup of the mixture.

"Here boy, take this. Drink it down -- it will prevent you from becoming ill with all you have been exposed to." I gulped a little bit while I sat shivering on the table bench.

"How did you get to be in such a state?" she asked, leaning forward and peering into my eyes. I explained that I was a deserter and that I and the other boys had run off from our unit. I let her know that there were probably people looking for us and I headed as far south as I could go. I also told her I had been traveling for days to get here and that this morning I waded across the stream outside the village to get to her door.

She shook her head not believing what she had heard. Then I handed her the note with the gibberish on it that my mother had given to me. She read it and frowned and looked like she understood. As I continued to gulp down the hot brew she went to the stove and tossed the note in the fire which made a funny POOF sound. She then put together some soup. Then she moved a large pot to the stove and began to pump water from a kitchen pump to be heated.

"Isn't that a lot of water for the soup Oma?" I asked.

"No," she answered, "this is for your bath. The soup is for this little pot. Keep gulping that mix. I want you to finish the whole of it and then you may have to drink another."

I continued to tell her about the war and what I saw as a member of the military. I told her in a hushed whisper I thought the war was lost as she pulled off my wet clothes.

"You don't have to worry about whispering in here, I am not going to turn you in!" she said with a wrinkled grin.

"Yes but such talk can get you shot!"

"You have already run away from the Army. It is a wonder you were not caught and shot days ago! Look, there are no hidden microphones in my cupboard, just spices and herbs I use for...um cooking."

She continued to remove my things and she pulled off my shoes. Then she turned and went to the cupboard and took a handful of spices from a strange jar and dropped them in the wash tub. She then tapped on the tub three times with a wooden spoon. Steam began to rise from the water.

"That was strange." I thought. "The water has not been on the stove long enough to heat up and yet it's steaming already." I figured it must be my fever as my shivering and woozy feeling must be working on my senses.

My grandmother turned and looked at me and said, "Let me get the rest of those things off you!" Without another word she stripped off all my underclothes and socks and now I was standing naked as the day I was born before her. I stood there shivering as she handed me a blanket from a cabinet next to the fireplace.

"Now pull that tub of water onto the floor." I did as she instructed and placed it on the floor next to stove. I had to use cooking rags to touch the metal handles as I moved the ungainly thing. My grandmother moved me aside and tested the water with her fingers. She nodded to herself that it was the correct temperature and then she turned to look at me.

"Ok drop that blanket. I wish to see how big you are." I did as she said and stood there shivering again. My grandmother surveyed my size and then looked at the washtub. She then tapped the edge of the tub and to my astonishment -- IT BEGAN TO GROW! I was certain now I was insane with fever.

"That is the right size," my granny said. Then she looked back at me like she noticed something. She was staring at my schwanze - or my cock.

"Where did you get that mark on your schwanze?" she said a she pointed to a brown splotch of color at the base of my cock.

"It has been there ever since I can remember Oma." I answered.

She nodded and handed me my cup of brandy mixed with herbs and told me to get in the tub and continue to drink. The tub had a funny medicine smell from the herbs she had dumped into it. Still, I didn't mind. It was warm. Grandmother went to a cabinet and fetched some soap. Then she returned with the soap and a sponge and proceeded to scrub me.

She scrubbed me like a hog being prepared for an agricultural show taking time out only to bring me some hot soup from the stove which I quickly downed and then returned to my cup of brandy while my grandmother continued with the torture. It was rough scrubbing and the rag she used was none too soft. She commented about how dirty I was from my walk here to her house. She scrubbed my shoulders, my arms, and my neck, behind my ears, my face, my hair, and my chest. Then she took a drink from my mug which mysteriously seemed to have replenished itself and handed back to me. She continued scrubbing my feet and legs. Then she ordered me to stand.

"Up with you! Time to wash your loins." She scrubbed my buttocks and ran the soap and cloth down my ass crack and then washed my cock and balls. That was when it happened. I was sipping the brew in the cup and I looked down to see to my horror that I had an enormous erection! I tried to think of anything I could do to take my mind from my grandmothers soapy hands washing and rubbing my cock but it was impossible. It was stiff as a piece of lumber -- a veiny priapism and what was more -- IT LOOKED LARGER THAN I HAD EVER REMBERED IT TO BE!

"Oh dear!" my grandmother said as she realized what had happened. "Do not worry, that is a side effect of these herbs in your drink when they are mixed in combination with the effect of the herbs in the bathwater! This is called the 'Bathing Stone Condition' and it used to happen to your father when he was your age."

She continued to rub my painfully erect member and it seemed the only soothing relief I could get was the touch of her wrinkled old hands as the worked the soap up and down the throbbing shaft. It was the most raging erection I had ever experienced and now my grandmother either consciously or unconsciously was jerking my soapy cock!

The sensation of pleasure shot through my body like an electric current. My Grandmother rubbed and rubbed and rubbed harder it seemed with each stroke. She stared intently at my erection never taking her eyes off of it while she "cleaned" me. Her tongue gave her away as she licked her lips. I was wallowing in pleasure. I had never been with a girl -- I was inexperienced in such things. Now a woman was rubbing my phallus with her bare hand!

She suddenly looked up at me and said, "I know just the thing to take this swelling down -- it used to work for your father, and for your grandfather before him when they would get 'Bathing Stone' and it should work on you! I just have to get in there with you."

I thought, "Get in? How can she do that? This tub is too small!"

I soon saw how. She stood up and pulled off her skirt and her blouse and her brassiere. Her sagging breasts seemed to flop everywhere. She then turned around and bent over to pull off her stockings. As she turned she revealed a tangle maze of tattoos up and down her back that had been perfectly hidden by her clothes. The tattoos showed woven knots, twisted trees, forest animals and mythical creatures. On each of her buttocks was an eye with long eyelashes. At her tailbone were a nose and two tattooed nostrils. Down in the cleft of her ass was a red lipstick mouth with pouty puckered lips that surrounded appropriately, the ragged puckered wrinkled pink flesh of her rectum.

As she stooped lower to get the last of her stockings off I caught a glimpse of her cunny which was surrounded by roses and vines. Quite a bit of artwork but it was all very odd to say the least! The knots and tangles of the figures reminded me of old textbook sketches of Viking runes that I had seen in school.

After she finished getting off her stockings she turned and tapped the edge of the tub three times and to my astonishment, the tub increased its size by a factor of three! Granny frowned at the low water level and tapped the edge of the tub about five times and the water rose to a sufficient level, then she got in and stood on her boney knees with her tattooed buttocks resting on her heels. She had left her red kerchief in her hair but other than that I was sitting in a tub with a perfectly naked -- if not eccentric woman.

"Stand up. I have just the thing for you to take this thing down!" I did as she commanded and she leaned forward with her tongue out and her mouth slightly open. She licked the head of my cock sending waves of pleasure through my member! Then she kissed it and stroked it with one hand while gently kneading my testicles with the other. Then she did it -- she made an "O" with her mouth and popped my cock into passed her lips and began to suck on me!

I cannot describe the wonderful feelings that took over me! Her mouth drew my cock in deeper and deeper with each loud slurping suck and her tongue felt amazing as it rubbed back and forth on the underside of my cock. I began to pump my hips back and forth. It was strange because I was still holding my cup of steaming brew and absentmindedly taking sips from it while looking down at my grandmother's eyes as she fellated me with wonderful sloppy vigor!

She now grabbed both of my buttocks in each hand as if trying to urged on some bucking animal as her loud wet sucking continued. I put my free hand first on her shoulder and then on the back of her head. I gently pulled back and forth on her head as she pulled my buttocks toward her ravenous sucking maw and we must have looked like a crazed carnal steam engine pumping back and forth for dear life! I pushed away her kerchief which fell into the tub and her black and gray hair cascaded down over her shoulders.

She was now taking my cock deep into her throat and making even louder wet sucking sounds than before, all the while looking up and making lewd eye contact. It was a sensation that I had craved and did not even know it until then! I ran my free hand deep into her hair and tangled my fingers in the tendrils as her mouth and throat expertly worked their magic on my erection! Then I felt it. The long excruciatingly pleasing agony of an orgasm rushing up from the depths of my balls forcing me to howl loudly in joy as the seed of my loins shot into my grandmother's furiously sucking wet mouth.

I tossed my head back as another climax threw another load of my essence into her mouth. Then I subsided. My grandmother leaned back slightly wide eyed with her cheeks full like she had a mouth full of pudding. Instead of spitting it into the tub like I reckoned she would do, she thoughtfully swished it around in her mouth like it was some rare wine and she was trying to detect a certain hidden flavor. Her eyes narrowed like she was discovering something. Then she got a look across her face like she had experienced a hearty after-note in the taste of my seed! Her eyes went wide with some strange eureka moment. With that she swallowed my ball pudding in one gulp!

She leaned forward and kissed and massaged my slackening cock and looked up at me. She sighed with satisfaction as she patted me on my behind. I for myself could not believe what had just happened.

"Come now!" she said. "It's time to get you out of this tub, dried off, and into bed. You can take that cup with you. I want you to finish another two cups!"

We got out of the tub and she dried me off with a towel and then led me to a large bed where she pulled down the covers. She had me get into bed with my cup and gulp it down stopping me just before it was empty by a few swallows. She then looked at my nearly empty cup, tapped it and looked at me with an air of authority. Somehow the cup was full again!

"Drink up!" she ordered. I did as she instructed and then just before dumping down the last of the brandy and herbs into my gullet she stopped me and tapped the cup which again replenished its contents.

"One last draught, down your throat now! Drink!" she said. I did and finished and then got into bed naked and shivering. She put extra blankets on the bed. Then went and got some dry clothes from a trunk and set them down on a chair next to the bed.

"These were your father's. They will fit you I think. You can put them on after you sleep." I started to get up to at least put on some underclothes but she put her strong bony hand in my chest and pushed me back into the pillows.

"Sleep!" she ordered and then went back to her kitchen. I could see her from the bed as she scurried around. She had gotten her scarf from the tub and put it in her hair but she was still tattooed and naked but seeming oblivious to that fact. She tapped the tub with a stick she had taken from up on the shelf and then presently the tub began to shrink an diminish in size. Down it went until it was the size of a coffee can. She then picked up the tiny tub now fit for washing a doll and walked to a window. She opened the window and began to dump the water outside. She then thought for a second, like she was making a decision and swallowed the contents of our bath! Then she closed the window and put the washtub on the stovetop shelf for safekeeping. I truly was crazy with fever. THIS WAS NOT HAPPENING! I NEEDED TO COME TO MY SENSES! It didn't matter, a few seconds later the brandy and herbs took affect and I faded off to sleep.

What must have been several hours later the blankets moved next to me. I awoke with another painfully hard erection poking the blankets up like an indian teepee I had seen in books and the cinema. It was now dark save for one candle on a mantle next to the bed and a glow from the half opened stove in the kitchen. Grandmother, naked with her scarf out of her hair was climbing into bed with me...and right on top of me! She straddled my crotch and laid down on my body and embraced me.

"There, there Stephen! One of the best remedies for a fever is sleep and body warmth of another naked person. I'll take care of you! "

"But Grossmutter I dooonn't think I...."

"Shhh!" she commanded and she silenced me by wrapping her lips around my mouth in a passionate kiss while grabbing my painful cockwurst of and erection and placing it against her hairy gray pubis. She shifted her weight around and moved her hands to manipulate my cock until it found the opening. While still fastened to my mouth with hers, she paused like she was preparing herself and then with one thrust she sank on my aching penis taking my entire manhood into her cunny as she exhaled into my faced through her nostrils.


Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 01



What we were doing was so forbidden and so foul as to not ever be mentioned but it felt so good and relieving. Grandmother started to raise and lower herself on my cock in a determined and purposeful fuck, all the while her mouth locked on mine and her tongue snaked lewdly into my mouth. Her mouth tasted and smelled oddly enough not like an old woman's but that of a young woman who had been drinking brandy and eating honey. I stopped resisting and returned the embrace placing my hands on her back, too weak to do anything but give in to the pleasure of having my first full sexual experience....WITH MY GRANDMOTHER!

My hands moved down her back and again I thought my mind was not right. It seemed her back was moving slightly, like parchment being shifted around. I stopped reasoning and let this dream or whatever it was take me over. I moved my hands down to her buttocks and felt more of the odd movement tickling my hands as I kneaded her warm slightly sagging glutes. For whatever reason, I sensed that I must place my fingers around the rim of her anus and rub gently. Her anus oddly enough stirred and jumped and she broke our lip-lock in excitement and realization.

"That's it Stephen, just as I wanted. Now let me fuck you and keep you warm and you keep rubbing 'mein arsch' while I illuminate you about what is going on!" I knew what was going on! I was still in a field someplace mad with fever and hadn't woken up. THIS HAD TO BE A DREAM! She continued....

"Your mother and father may never have shared this secret," she whispered in my ear seductively and lustfully, "but it is time you knew. I AM A WITCH! ... A WITCH! And you my beautiful grandchild are A WIZARD! I could tell by the mark on your cock. In fact, you are a wizard of some power I imagine based on the taste of your seed today!"

Alright I thought, this dream has to end! This was madness! It was insane and completely beyond my comprehension but my grandmother kept talking and fucking and kissing me and for my part I kept caressing her asshole with my fingertips. Her anus kept doing something so strange, it kissed and sucked my fingers as they danced along her puckered rim!

"I can't be a wizard Oma! That is insane!"

"It's insane probably to some but it's true. How did you know I wanted my puckered rectum fingered by your hands?" she said with raised eyebrows deriding my skepticism.

"I don't know, I just felt like I should, like you might like it, like it was sensitive."

"Ahah my young fish caught in my net! So you have a sense of where to touch a woman where she wants you to touch her when her mood dictates it? .....Still don't believe me? Where do I want you to touch me now? What am I thinking or more importantly desiring?" I could see she was thinking hard as she said this.

Instinctively one of my hands stroked her hair and then snarled its fingers in the dark locks and pulled while my other hand teased her hemorrhoids. Nothing told me to do it. I just sensed it was a sexual desire of her!

She ground her pelvis against mine and stroked me lasciviously and closed her eyes in enjoyment. Then she stared back at me. A wide joyous smile was on her face!

"YES! You can make love to a woman -- any woman and stroke and fuck and kiss her exactly how she would like to be done! Another sign!"

I still was not convinced of anything. This fever was giving me the strangest dream was what I kept thinking to myself.

"What about thinking other peoples thoughts in YOUR head?" she asked. "That has happened to you?"

I thought for a moment. I thought way back to strange occurrences in my past. Then I remembered.

"I used to know in school, when the professor would ask the class a trick question. I would know that in his mind he was already thinking about tricking us to make us understand the lesson better. I then would raise my hand and give the correct answer - completely the opposite of where he was leading the class in the conversation. He called me the 'sage in the third row'!"

"Yes," she said as she ground her pelvis stroking my cock up and down with her cunny and nibbling on my cheeks and chin, "what else?"

"I used to understand what the price of a loaf of bread was in the market and if the baker was trying to cheat us. I could feel his thoughts and remind him of the correct price."

"Good! Something else?" she said as her nibbles turned to kisses. My cock was swollen and wonderfully hard. I had now the huge pony cock that I saw between my legs in the wash tub. It ached and throbbed but I could not come. Grandmother seemed to be controlling my cock with her mind as I could see her brow furrowed in concentration as her kisses turned to sucking my chin and lips and her naughty tongue licked around my mouth. She would not let me come she had a psychic lock on my cock and was focused on letting all the water build up behind the dam!

"Something else!" she reminded me as she went back to nibbling and tweaking my nipples with her bony finger tips.

"There was a time when I was playing ball with the other boys on the sports field. I saw that one of the other team members would score a goal and I wanted so bad for him not to. We would lose if he scored. I wanted it so badly for him to miss but he was so close and the goal keeper was out of position and on the ground. The boy kicked and the ball flew through the air and I made it go straight up and over the goal instead of in. We all thought it was the wind!"'

"You moved it with your mind didn't you! You wanted it to miss and your desire became reality?"

I nodded.

"There is something else isn't there! "Her voice was soft and serious now, like she knew something dark had happened in my past. Her mind for a second let go of my cock and a little dribble of my seed leaked into her old cunny, then she remembered and focused, trapping the remainder of my semen in my cock straining and pushing to get out. She continued to fuck me and she looked me in the eyes while kissing me.

"Tell me! Tell Oma Hilde!"

"On the night I deserted. I knew that the boy who walked away from our anti-aircraft gun would not return. He had a deathlike glow around him in my mind, a weird light. We ran out of ammunition. There were still planes coming -- too many for us to do anything about. He walked away, down the street to get a wagon to bring up ammunition for us. He got down the street and turned a corner. Then bombs fell. The street vanished in fire and smoke. We waited for the smoke and dust to disappear, and then we walked away from the gun. That boy was in charge of all of us at the gun so there was nobody to report us leaving. It was hopeless, we just walked away."

"I know!" You must not let this haunt you. You must simply understand that this was one more time where you saw something about to be played out before it happened. She continued fucking me. I was sad about what we had just spoken of but the feeling in my loins compensated for it all.

Grandmother picked up the pace of her fuck. My balls felt like they would roar in joyous agony but she held my cock firm with her vicelike mind.

"I am going to use your power and my power to heal you!" she said. "You can destroy a fever with sex between two people of power. You just have to use the good healing power of fucking! We must fuck and make a magic!"

"A magic?" I asked as I was now thrusting up trying to match her experienced strokes.

"When a man and a woman lay together and fuck, they normally combine pieces of themselves to make a child. When two people of power fuck, they can also produce a child but my child rearing days are long gone. I won't have any more babies!" she said this sadly and thoughtfully.

"But two people of power can also combine their powers to create something new and stronger than the original energy through a fuck - to create a magic! The magic is like an offspring in that it is conceived and then grows and can become mature. Then it is very useful. A magic can give the wizard or witch the ability to do things they could not do before or new strength for things they already are skilled at. This magic we will make tonight will heal you and break that fever!"

"How long have you been able to do this? To have powers?" I asked.

"Oh I knew something was different since I was very young. Then when I was eighteen my Aunt Magda took me to her hut out in the woods up the mountain and showed me things about myself. She taught me healing, how to make potions to heal, how to do the mind tricks you have already seen, and much more!"

I listened as she continued to stroke kiss, fuck and tell the story.

"She also taught me in the ways of Sappho so my first sex was with my Tante Magda! We made plenty of magic in the bed in her hut and in her barn and in the field behind her house! My powers grew every day! I would read her books while she licked my cunny and finger the folds of my quim. I would sigh and buck and fuck her face and then do the same to her as she would teach me the old language of spells!"

Her eyes looked off into the distance remembering something quite thrilling and exciting but still she was able to control my cock and keep me from reaching a crescendo. She now seemed to stroke my cock with her cunny like the mere memory of the events infused her with lust that needed to be stroked and fucked away.

"We would sit up in her field behind her hut tending her flock high on that mountain up there!" she motioned with her eyes to the window that was now dark and shuttered but it framed a beautiful high mountain with snow and ice year round. You could clearly see its snowy top in the day time but it had had wonderful lush green meadows in between its pine woods on the lower slopes in the summer.

"As we sat we would watch her sheep in the meadow talk about healing, and herbs- how to make a soup that would cure a cold, how to make a potion of honey to make a rash go away. How to cure a cow with special meadow herbs so that it would be able to give milk again, we even talked of potions that made a man's cock stand up straight as the mountain itself and twice as hard!"

"You mean like mine Oma?"

"Precisely mein schatz, just like your wonderful schwanze! I can show you where that herb grows but be forewarned it is VERY powerful and too much can cause severe nausea and diarrhea, plus you may run out of women in the town before you run out of your erection and soon all the babies in the town will look like you!" She said that with wise smile and a sly lewd wink and continued.

"Anyway, she would tell me things and then we would talk about love and she would wiggle a finger under my skirt and make me sigh as she touched me between my legs. She showed me a spot where my little love bean was and she would rub it and rub it while talking to me! I would rub her bean too. I loved that I could make her sigh and shudder with joy it was such naughty fun. We could look way down the mountainside into this village in the valley and see the people and farms here but we were too high up to be seen. Then we would take off our clothes and bathe in the sun nude and brown ourselves."

"We would rub each other's bodies and each other's beans and eventually we would kiss. It was a magnificent passion of tongues and fingers and hands and breasts with mouths sucking and licking and tugging hair and massaging nipples and bellies. I loved licking her cunny and making it juice and pour nectar out into my mouth and greedy tongue. I also loved how her tongue on my cunny and bean could make me shudder and scream like I was struck by electricity from the clouds! One day when I hit my crescendo on her face there was a huge clap of thunder that shook the whole valley. Lightning struck a tree near us! She knew then she had taught me the ways of the great witch priestess Sappho up there on that mountain. That night she and I made a magic in her bed licking each other's cunnies and assholes. We cried and sobbed with joy and the whole mountain shook with our crescendo! The next morning we saw several trees knocked down from the wind storm that our face fucking had created! We had to walk a half mile down the mountain to find her sheep because they were so frightened from it all after they broke free of their pen in the excitement!"

I chuckled at this as she continued to hump my raging cock. She then continued.

"Then one day a week later I saw my powers increase. I could do more things better plus I found I had new powers. Our magic had worked! Tante also had stronger powers. It was exciting. I could move things just by thinking and pointing -- it was good fun teasing the cat with a cloth mouse watching her scurry for it!"

I was puzzled by something she said.

"The priestess Sappho? You mean the poet? She was Greek and from the Island of Lesbos. We read about her in school."

"Yes, she was!" she answered. "Her teachings and poetry were not just about passion and love and devotion. She also taught magic, especially to her lesbian acolytes who she schooled in a much more ancient knowledge -- even older than Greece and its colonies. Many women spread what they knew from her special tutelage across Greece and Asia Minor. The knowledge eventually spread with the Roman Empire up through Italy and into the Alps and finally here to the tribes of the Allemani in Germany. The female druids embraced the new knowledge although they resented most other things Greek and Roman and rejected nearly everything else. It became mixed with the teachings of the local druids who gained great power of magic and healing. My Tante knew this ancient knowledge and taught it to me!"

"So when did you learn to fuck men?"

"That same summer, Tante Magda's son Magnus came with his flock through the mountain pass over from another mountain where he had another hut. He was two years older than me and very handsome -- I was quite taken with lust. My magic was growing strong and my Tante made it stronger that night with her son in her bed! That night while I sat by the bed and watched, Magnus came to his mother's bed as he had done since eighteen years of age and bedded her in the style of Oedipus and Jocasta! It was a wonderful fuck to behold. Magda chanted with him as they coupled with her on all fours and him thrusting his cock hard into her cunny. They plowed and fucked violently and soon they reached an enormous crescendo while I watched awestruck."

Her eyes again looked off in the distance as she remembered and fucked me with distracted intensity. Her memory was clearly exciting her! Her fingers continued to twist my nipples and I responded by twisting her nipples with my free hand and stroking her strangely pulsing anus with my other hand.

"Then Magda beckoned to me and I joined them in the bed. I lay on the bed and Tante spread my legs and licked me while stroking Magnus's cock. Occasionally she sucked it and then went back to my cunny and bean. Then she sat on my face and held my legs apart while Magnus's passion rose. I felt his cock enter my cunny and he began to fuck me. It hurt so bad.....so wonderfully bad! I loved it immediately! I licked at Tante's cunny and tasted my first man-seed as Magnus's cream fell down the channel of his mother's womb into my mouth! It was the first time I tasted semen and it was the semen of a powerful wizard! I never have forgotten that taste! It was different from the normal salty custard of your gender!"

She gave another lewd wink and continued as she fucked.

"Tante fucked my face and licking tongue and her son fucked my cunny until the whole house shook. Tante and Magnus began to chant as the three of us copulated. They were sharing their magic with me! I could feel the energy flowing through me just as it had when Tante and I had created that storm on the mountain. We bucked and moaned and fucked and cursed and swore and licked until we hit a rising culmination of energy and excitement. The bed began to rise off the floor and turned slightly in the bed chamber -- the three of us howled in joy and a wind rushed down of the mountain and through one open window and then out another!"

All the while my balls ached and I wanted to spritz into her cunny but her mind held my seed tight!

"Our crescendo hit at the same time like the force of three immense horses all striking a gate at the same time with their bodies to shatter it to pieces! We cried out in joy and the bed fell to the floor with a loud thump and the wind died away! We had made the magic of three!"

"Magic of three?"

"It is simple, the more fucking, the more powerful the magic. A witch orgy on a mountainside is something truly magnificent to behold! But that is something you can learn for another day. Let me just tell you that I developed a whole new level of power. Magnus and Magda and I had jolted my powers beyond anything before -- and theirs too! Tante then decided I was powerful enough to take on the magical tattoos you see on my back. She had them and so did Magnus. They are spells that stored our powers like a cupboard. Meanwhile Magnus stayed for several weeks to help with Tante's flocks. We watched the sheep in the meadows by day naked accept for our shoes either laying naked in the sun and playing with our naughty parts or just plain fucking, eating, and sucking in the grass. At night the three of us made love in Tante's hut. I learned to suck him and he buggered mine as well as his mother's assholes while we ate each other's cunny's."

Her asshole hungrily drew in my finger with those words and I felt the funny parchment like movement on her back as she recalled.

"Tante and I would engage him in the bed or in the field where one woman would sit on his cock, the other on his face and we would joyously ride him and then switch out! We would fuck and fuck like that until we screamed in joyful agony."

"You said something about his sperm, and mine, the taste?"

"Yes! You are correct my dear!" and she kissed me hard shoving her tongue into my mouth before explaining in between more pecks and lusty nibbles.

"I tasted the exact same taste in the sperm of Magnus all those years ago that I did in yours this morning! A man's seed is his essence! It tells a lot about him, just like the prints on his fingers, and YOU my wonderful fuck, are a healing wizard. Your seed has the power to cure all kinds of maladies and ailments and I imagine that just the very act of sex with you now is enough to do wonderful things for me from the energy we are building! You are a living breathing apothecary of cock and seed!" She said this with glee and joy but I was puzzled.

"How can I heal with my...."

"While you were sleeping," she interrupted, "I not only noticed a familiar feeling in my stomach from swallowing your man-sauce, I also noticed that a queasy feeling that I had from something I ate the day before that did not agree with me was gone. Gone too was the stiffness in my knees! When I took a break from watching you and tending the house and the animals in the barn, I went to the lavatory. I was able to take a generous and healthy CRAP, not the straining farting constipated brown stones I normally pass or the black devils pudding that burns the rim of my asshole to no end but a wonderful satisfying healthy SHIT! I have a back tooth that has annoyed me so much for years but when I went to the kitchen to make tea -- it was gone! The pain was gone and the tooth was healthy as if I was a young girl again. Still don't believe me? Look at this!"

She bowed her head and the candle light showed the locks of her hair, gone were the salt and pepper streaks of gray. I looked into her face and noticed too that although many of her wrinkles were still there, her skin was more youthful, like I was now fucking a woman in her late fifties! I nodded in comprehension.

"That is what I am trying to tell you! You have the power to do great things and your body is the font of that power!"




Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 01



"Just like your cousin Magnus?"

"Just like him!"

"So where is he now?"

"Oh I saw him a few years ago. We drifted apart when we were young or I might add we just kept finding others to fuck!" She resumed her fucking of my throbbing agonized member!

"He was always like that. When he was with Tante and I, he would leave for days at a time and go up into the hills or down to town and there would always be a different smell to him when he returned -- like he had fallen into a pile of scented women at the local tavern. I was jealous but Tante would merely welcome him back into bed for another spirited fuck with the three of us reconciling. She also would remind me that I was not pure as the driven snow either!" She said this again with one her lewd winks.

"I would go down the mountain to the town with Tante to sell sheep or wool or do some healing with her. Normally we would give somebody medicine or herbs in exchange for money or a few chickens or a pig. It was there that I had my run with the girls of the town who were my age! I found quite a few willing students willing to learn the art of Sappho in those days if I looked in the right spots -- there was also a lot of cocks that found their way inside me and of course many young folk came up the mountain to "visit" me and Tante. Several witches and wizards also came by to 'drop in for a meal and rest for the night' with us as well so I had no room to be critical of Magnus when he would tomcat around in the next village or valley! I was just as bad as he and that was how I got the nickname the devourer!" She chuckled at her own lewd memories and recollections.

"Then one day I met your grandfather. He was a beautiful young man. He was not a witch, well not in that he any real power, his parents were witches but his powers never developed beyond him 'knowing things' and the thoughts of others. Oh but I loved him soooo! He was so handsome and with a wonderful cock that gave me two children after we were married, your Tante Greta and your father Klaus!"

I had never known my grandfather. He died in the First World War when his reserve unit was called up. His death left my grandmother with two children to fend for. Grandma continued.

"We were so happy, until the war came. Then after he was gone I was all alone. That is except for your father and his older sister your aunt Margarite. Your father never developed powers but his sister did. I schooled her in the old ways when she was nineteen. She is a full witch today. Your father on the other hand was just like HIS father in that he could 'know' things but his power never developed beyond that. You on the other hand are quite different! Your power is strong!"

"Oma, you said that my father used to have the same problem in the tub? His schwanz would grow because of the herbs?"

"Oh yes," she remembered, "he used to develop the stiffest donkey cock in the tub after he was eighteen! I had been alone from your grandfather four years by that time and it all had been a great strain on me so ......well, I did something very improper. The same thing I did to you in fact. He was a man by that time and I had needs and so did he and ...one thing led to another and soon we did other things over the course of several days and well....I used to service your father .......and he -- me! There I said it! My son and I were lovers just as my aunt and cousin had been!"

I listened. I was going to remind her that she was fucking her grandson so why should she feel guilt about that but it was guilt she seemed to be feeling, it was reckless excitement and lust that she was recalling. I kept my mouth shut as she fucked me and continued.

"It was magnificent, what we had -- your father and I! He used to sneak up behind me and kiss the back of my neck and whip up my dress and plow my cunny or bugger my ass and I would suck him to sleep. It was wonderful! My only sadness was that he never developed his powers beyond 'knowing things'. I started teaching him all kinds of love making but we never could get a Magic to develop -- even when his older sister joined us in the bed for a fuck!"

"Tante Margarite?"

"Yes she is a witch like me and powerful too! She comes by now and then for tea with her sheep and we still talk and chat and do 'things' to each other's cunnies but it is not like when your father was here! Oh! You thought Magnus and Magda could copulate? Well that was nothing! I am surprised this house is still standing what for the beams and timbers that should have come down -- and then when Margarite brought her girlfriends over for 'mischief' with your brother and me in the bed -- that was like a wonderful naked party! That was how your father met your mother. I taught all three women, Margarite, your tante Ilse, and your mother Greta in the Discipline of Sappho. Both your mother and Ilse, her sister could have been great witches!"

"Mother!"

"Oh yes, your mother and her sister are witches but your grandmother and those on the other side of your family rejected all their powers. It's a shame because I could tell they were strong even at the tender age of nineteen or twenty! So that is why you were raised without knowledge of your family or your powers. Your father joined up with the Army in the 20's and led a secular life with your mother and when this terrible stupid war came it robbed me of him in Russia. I have no son to bury -- just the letter from the National Socialist Party consoling me and lauding his 'sacrifice'. Stupid people! Sacrifice? Glory of the Vaterland? Bahhh!"

As she fucked I could see now a flash of anger in her eyes but then they softened and met mine. Her tone became soothing and comforting.

"But now I have you! I have you to heal and you to protect and to teach! You want your first lesson while we have this healing fuck!"

I nodded.

"Good. Have you any idea that as a healing wizard you can make a woman climax with your mind?"

I shook my head. If this was the fever working my head it was now the wildest dream ever but I figured I would just let it all go on!

"Grind your hips against mine just like I am doing to you and imagine with that keen mind of yours that your hand is inside the core of my body!"

I concentrated and did as she told me.

"Now you have that imaginary mental hand bring your fingers together and snap your fingers."

I tried through my fever to do this and I imagined the hand but the brandy and the fever worked against me. I tried again, and again. Then I was able to imagine it.

SNAP!

Grandmother's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open! The candle by the bed sputtered and became a slender five inch flame momentarily before settling down. The fire in the stove across the house roared for a couple of seconds like a great gust of wind had come down the chimney into the stovepipe! Grandmother let out a loud "Ooooooohhh!" She then looked at me.

"Oh Stephen, that was nice! Now let's do that again only this time put both hands inside me and clap!" She again picked up the pace while mentally not letting me cum. She had me dancing on the edge of my own crescendo not letting me spill over the side with her mind. I imagined my other hand slipping inside her body -- touching her soul. I brought the two hands together and tried through my haze to clap. The candle fluttered and shook next to the bed but nothing. I tried again -- nothing.

"You want me to try a naughty little trick with my cunny grandson?"

I nodded and kept trying to clap. Then I felt the oddest sensation on my penis. A mouth instead of a cunt was sucking me! I could distinctly feel a pair of lips, two rows of gently scraping teeth, and a ravenous greedy wet tongue slurping and loudly sucking my cock! The parchment like sensation on her back began to move and shuffle in the dim light of the candle -- could not see but I could feel movement on her back and her asshole greedily sucked and slurped my fingers! My mouth fell open as the sensation built and my balls were now in screaming wondrous agony wishing to erupt! I imagined and tried again, this time with success!

CLAP!

"Haaaaaarrrrr! Woooooh!" was the response from my Oma's mouth and the candle produced a five inch flame as it lifted off the stand into the air! The bed shook and the stove roared with a wind of great substance! Grandmother through back her head and howled with joy as I clapped again furiously fucking me and sucking my cock with her magic cunt! I bucked and shuddered and it was at that moment she released my seed with her mind and allowed my crescendo to spill over the edge!

My balls roared like two wild beasts and I let out a moan that became a wonderfully agonized tortured howl. A rushing white hot river of my seed shot from out of my loins and up into Grandmother's hungry sucking cunny! I clapped my hands again and snapped my fingers this time as a second orgasm channeled up out of my balls and into my grandmother!

At that instant a huge thunderclap hit outside and shook the whole house! Great flashes of lightning repeated over and over in loud cracking booms as my cock spouted and spouted and my grandmother shook and shuddered. Then the loudest thunder crack of all sounded as my grandmother was seized with one last spasm of joy and lust!

"Aaaaaaaghhhh!" came the call from my grandmother's wide eyed and wide mouth face as one last crescendo wracked through her body and her juices ran from her cunny down across my loins onto the mattress. She collapsed on me and we lay in a puddle of sweat and juices. The candle floated down slowly onto its stand and resumed its half inch sputtering flame. The stove ceased roaring and a steady calming rain replaced the thunder outside as the lightning storm moved away.

After a minute or so my grandmother climbed off me and ordered me up out of bed. She felt my forehead and to my surprise I felt better.

"We broke the fever! That fuck was as success!" she said to herself.

She looked at the wetness from our fuck in the bed and scowled.

"That wetness isn't just from our fuck -- it is mixed with your fever." She strode naked to a corner and grabbed a broom. As she walked back I realized that she was not walking like an old lady but like a girl in her twenties. Had my fucking and cumming really cured her of her ailments like she claimed? I stood there bewildered as my penis dripped my last bits of seed onto the floor like a snotty nose.

Grandmother tapped the bed with the broom and then swept the it back and forth across the bed! As she did the damp spot began to sweep away.

"Out foul sickness and return here no more!" she said as she swept. In a minute the wetness was gone and the sheets were as dry as if the bed was freshly made.

"Now then, you need to urinate to get your inner works functioning properly."

Grandmother grabbed a pewter stein from the shelf and held it to my cock with the top opened with her thumb.

"Piss!" she commanded. As I went, I could see in the candle light that her hair looked even more youthful than before -- not just with color but with luster. Only when I saw her wrinkled skin could I tell it was her. I finished pissing and had done a good job of filling the container when she put it on the kitchen table and turned to me.

"Alright back into bed with you! You need more rest. I don't want to let the fever find a way back into you!" she said with a knowing smile. She gave my naked ass a naughty slap as I got up onto the bed and settled into the covers.

As I drifted off to sleep I figured this was the oddest dream I ever had. I held onto consciousness for a few minutes but soon the fatigue of the fever and the long walk and the wonderful fuck took ahold of me. In the candlelight I saw the oddest thing. Grandmother was murmuring something over the stein of my urine and pouring in some strange liquids from a set of small bottles. Then she crushed some herbs and dropped them into the container. A blue glow emitted from the stein illuminating her pleasantly smiling face in the darkness. She raised the concoction to her mouth and began to drink! She then gulped down the contents like she was at a festival in a beer tent. She walked to the sink with the empty stein and I let sleep take hold of me and shake me into bottomless slumber. 



Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 02



With the next morning I awoke pleasantly enough. I felt around the bed which was empty except for me. The covers next me appeared disturbed so I gathered Grandmother had gone to sleep sometime in the late evening but had already arisen. The sheets felt cool (as did my head). My body felt better. I figured the wild dream I had must have been the sign of my fever breaking and that my senses had returned. No sense disturbing Grandmother with the wild goings on inside my sick fevered mind last night – the fever had obviously brought on a profane depraved fantasy that my mind saw as reality in flickering candle-light, but with the bright morning sunshine streaming through the open windows along with a fresh mountain breeze, sanity was now walking with me hand in hand. 

I put on the old work clothes Grandmother had placed on the chair near the bed. There was an old pair of brown lederhosen, underpants, a red checked shirt, a brown vest, gray socks, and some work shoes. It all fit much better than the traveling clothes my mother had outfitted me with. There was even and old Tyrolean had for my head with an antelope brush pin to protect me from the sun. It was very thoughtful of her!

I found a pewter cup of water near the bed and had my first sip of the day. I then glanced around for my grandmother Hilde. I walked around the kitchen but she was not there. I saw the door to the barn was open and heard her greeting the animals as she fed and watered them. She was happily saying hello to the sheep one by one, then the chickens, and then the goats –they had lived together so long they were extended family.

I walked through the doorway and stepped quietly on the straw covered floor. Oma Hilde had her back to me and was talking to an old billygoat, stroking his chin and offering him a bucket of grain. She didn't see me yet. I wanted to let her know I was feeling better and that the sickness was completely gone. She continued to stroke to him talking and cooing. 

"There you are Liebling," she said to the goat, "eat up! Will put you and the females out in the back yard today and up the mountain later this week!"

"Grandmother?"

Grandmother turned around and started to say "Oh Stephen you are up it is so good to..."

I let out a shriek and fell back in horror onto a pile of hay! I looked up at the thing before me and could not quite comprehend, it couldn't be but it was! Was I mad? Was I still asleep? Staring back at me was a twenty year old girl in my grandmother's clothes but with her voice still! Her face was young and with no wrinkles and the eyes looked young and sharp with white whites and clear blue centers. Her bust pushed to heavy full melons straight out and slightly upward.

"What is going on?" I said more pleading than demanding.

Grandmother touched her face with her hands and made an "O" with her mouth as she remembered. 

"Stephen, you came in me last night while we made a magic to heal you. I benefitted from that seed and the energy it released! After you began to drift off I also took your cup of urine and mixed it with some herbs and gave it to myself. Your essence heals and with a little of my knowledge and magic I took care of a few more of my ailments! Don't be scared!"

"So you made yourself young again?" I was shocked, scared, and in awe all at once.

"I did it to feel better! Look silly boy, my bones and joints feel GREAT and my feet don't hurt, as for my face and appearance, this is only a temporary thing as long as I focus on the spell in the back of my head. Don't be upset!"

"Well I don't thi...."

"Quiet! Quiet!" she said with one palm extended to stop my protests. She set the bucket of grain down and then stood still for a second concentrating hard. At first her breasts grew even bigger!

"Oops wrong way!" she said with a grin of perfectly white healthy teeth. Then she refocused and the breasts shrank and shriveled under her clothing. Her body bent and became older and frailer. Her wrinkles came back and her eyes lost that youthful flash. She stood before me as she had appeared the previous night.

"Satisfied?" she said with a shrug.

"So it's true."

"Yes it's true! I was giving the animals a little surprise to see how I looked. You are a healer. When your fluids were added to my body I was able to add that to my powers to create a youth spell last night with the help of your urine. The only thing is like a lot of spells it requires a lot of concentration but once I get it turned on in my mind I can keep it on for a while and do other things before I get tired and have to change back to myself. This is just an appearance spell, on the other hand you really did make my joints and insides turn back the clock several years just by using your semen, that of a healing wizard. Thank you! Mind if I turn back?"

"Uh...no."

"Good!" With that she concentrated and concentrated and her face smoothened and her skin became taught. Her body stood taller and more erect. Her bosoms again pushed out and up like two welcoming cushions straining against her clothing. The last things to change back were the eyes which now lovingly stared back with a wonderful healthy radiance.

"Now then! We cleared up that fever. As you can see the magic we created last night had an effect on me. Now let's see about another magic to protect you from harm."

"Harm?"

"Yes, there are going to be quite a few people looking for you and I can't turn the entire German army into mice! But I suspect the Allies are steadily turning them into bones! I need to shape and sculpt your natural powers as quickly as possible so that you will make it!" 

I nodded in understanding, still trying to drink it all in and figure out this whole shock! I was so hoping this was a dream because it would be easier to sort out.

"Good again!" she said. "Let's get these lederhosen down!" She pushed me back onto the hay with her mind and stood over me motioning in the thin air with her hand. My suspenders came off both shoulders as unseen hands did the undressing. My lederhosen and underwear came down to my knees.

"Much better!" she looked at me with satisfaction and commented that my body had indeed recovered, then she frowned.

"Your tree-stump needs to be a towering pine again." She pulled off her skirt and removed her blouse and brassiere allowing her large melon breasts to stare at me. She kicked off her work shoes and turned around facing away from me then looked over her shoulder and pointed at my limp penis.

"Aufstieg mein kleiner soldaten! Rise my little soldier!" she commanded pointing at my slumbering member. In an instant it filled with blood and rose like an artillery piece – elevated to the sky, angry, throbbing, and at the ready. Again I could not comprehend the size of it! It resembled a huge veiny castle tower. It immediately pulsated and wanted relief as the unseen hands jerked and stroked it into a pulsating mass of hardened flesh!

"Ahhh there is my donkey cock!" cooed grandmother! "Now get over here and let's make a magic." She turned away to face the wall of the barn, dropped to all fours and then lowered her shoulders down to the straw floor as she spread her bum cheeks with both hands. I took up a position behind her on my knees having just shucked my leather britches and underwear from my feet. I looked down upon the two perfect moons of her ass before me with the tattooed eyes on either side of her tailbone. It was then that I saw something I will never forget!

The tattooed eyes blinked and then the right eye winked at me. The pupils met my eyes and followed me with a pleasant expression. The nostrils of the tattooed nose flared as though air was rushing through them in anticipation of what was to happen. The pouty lips tattooed around her sphincter smiled lewdly and blew me a kiss while the eyes gave me another naughty wink. As I placed the head of my cock to her the entrance to her cunny another strange thing happened. Her cunt opened into a gaping hole and a tongue came out of the orifice to lick a drop of pre-ejaculate from the tip of my cockhead! My youthful grandmother looked over her shoulder back at me and grinned.

"Do you like that little surprise my cunny has for you? Yes that really did happen last night! I sucked your cock with my cunt while we fucked! You thought it was just your mind didn't you – the tongue, the mouth, the teeth gently scraping, all part of your fever ...but it wasn't! Do you now understand?"

I nodded dumfounded at her letting more shock sink in.

"Good – I would hate to think my new lover was stupid. Now put it in!" 

I did as she commanded and pushed my cock into her cunny, the tongue licking and the mouth and teeth sucking and scraping gently. The unmistakable sensation of a mouth surrounded my penis. We began to fuck. 

Grandmother closed her eyes in concentration and began muttering inaudibly something much as she did the night before when she administered the healing fuck to me but this time there was a different pace or pentameter to her chant. The two eyes on her ass looked up pleasantly blinking although now the pupils began to change their size and dilate. The nostrils continued to flare and the lips pushed her pouty rectum out to bestow as kiss on my belly as I pushed into my grandmother.

It was then that I understood what the moving parchment sensation was on her back from the night before as the knotted tattoos on her back began to move and shift and coil like a nest of snakes. What I was feeling in the dark was her actual tattoos moving as we fucked and made magic together. Now the act of sex magic again was putting her tattooed back into motion as though I was watching a cartoon at the cinema in between movies! 

The knotted runic tattoos began to part like the low hanging leaves and branches of an immensely dense forest or a curtain on the stage of a theater. As I fucked and Grandmother became more excited, the activity fueled and fed the movement of the scene before me. Now the runes were completely brushed aside unveiling a mountain pastoral scene with deer prancing about on an alpine meadow in the spring as grass waved back and forth. A hawk circled high above the scene looking for its food on the ground. Rabbits cautiously poked their heads from warrens on the meadow and seeing the hawk, darted back down their burrows. A man walked across the field with a cane and his dog heading up the mountain, presently scattering the deer in all directions.

Then the runes came back together as the scene changed. When they came apart again they revealed a river with boats and barges of all types moving up and down its length while fishermen held their poles on the bank. One fisherman jerked his line and fought desperately and for his reward he pulled a large fish ashore while another onlooker applauded. A train shot down the tracks next to the river leaving a billowing cloud of black from its smokestack. The runes came together for a new scene.

Now a knight on horseback rode into the foreground. The steed stamped the ground and whickered nervously as a large dragon appeared on a hill beyond. The knight kicked his spurs and charged headlong on his mount towards his scaly foe and joined the dragon in combat. When he stood over the slain lizard, he noticed a nude maiden tied to a rock. The knight freed the woman and she in turn kissed him and pulled off his armor and clothing rendering him as naked as she. Comically the horse wandered about the scene and around the slain dragon munching grass. The knight and the maiden lay in the grass and made love going through dozens of positions and copulating poses. 

As the lewd scene played out on Oma's back I fucked and fucked and she for her part kept her eyes closed concentrating on the words for her spell as she repeated them, all the while thrusting her ass back at me to meet my penetrating strokes. The mouth inside her cunny sucked and slurped as our fuck continued. The scene of the knightly fuck continued and the visual aspect was very exciting for me so that with every thrust my lust grew. This was a time when there were no pornos (at least not in Germany so this was terribly exciting for a young man brimming with hormones). My grandmother sensed this and with a segment of her mind not devoted to the spell, she squeezed my cock with the unseen hand to keep me from cumming.

The scene on her back changed as I saw a carriage arrive at a rich palace. A beautiful woman, her hair puffed up in a wig of some sort exited the coach and walked by herself across the courtyard to great doors that swung open as guards to either side snapped to attention. She waved nonchalantly to both of them and passed through the entrance room and then proceeded into a hallway where she ascended a flight of stairs along a spiral staircase. At the top of the stairs she opened a door and showed herself into a bedroom where a nude man and another be-wigged nude woman fucked and frolicked on a chaise. The first woman disrobed leaving only her hair and a pearl necklace around her neck and joined the couple in a delicious copulation! The two women lapped each other's cunnies like a cat with a saucer of cream. The man positioned himself behind the new lady guest and fucked her ass with great passion. All the while her lady-friend licked her and offered her cunny in compensation. At last the three climaxed in a glorious crescendo and the runes closed and began to writhe like a knot of snakes in a cave again.

The scenes continued to change and entertain me as we fucked. At last Grandmother broke her chanting and called over her shoulder to me.

"It is time boy, my ass, place it in my ass!" She said this like this was some long awaited ceremony. Who was I to spoil the event by doing otherwise? I obliged her and placed my cockhead to the ruby lips tattooed around her dung-hole and presently they opened wide and yet another tongue came out from her anal cavern and licked the head of my cock.

"Well don't sit there in shock son, put it in! I am craving this!"

Again, I did as instructed and pushed my cockhead against the opening of her sphincter which yielded and opened and my enormous member passed through the fleshy gate. Grandmother sighed and groaned as I entered her. Her eyes opened wide on her face and her mouth opened to form a silent "O". She then found the words.

"Yes my filthy wonderful little man! That's it! Ooohhh yeeessss!"

As I began to bugger her, the tongue and mouth inside her rectum began to suckle my pony-cock. Her foulest of places was warm and inviting to me and I groaned and grunted as I felt an orgasm build that her mental grip would not allow happening. Again, she prevented me from coming and I sawed back and forth plowing my cock deep and vigorously into her lower gut with bravado. 

Again she began chanting as she remembered the spell she was working on. She looked off into the hay on the floor – staring a thousand miles away at some distant object in her mind as my schwanze continued to piston in and out of her sucking rectum the mouth making especially loud sucking noises that made me wild with desire.

"Aaaaaagh!" came from Oma's mouth as a thunderclap echoed through the valley and a climax hit her. I kept thrusting and pushing in and out, in and out, relishing the feeling. My grandmother panted underneath me for some time and then she raised her hand to get my attention.

"Let me flip over on my back son!" she said. We changed positions and she lay beneath me with her legs apart and her arms hooked under her knees and then I hooked each of her knees over my arms for a deep missionary fuck. I entered her cunny again and we kissed. Our mouths met and we greedily kissed and sucked and licked each other's lips. Grandmother then snaked her cow-like tongue into my mouth and I sucked it with lust before reciprocating with her and jamming my own tongue down her throat.

The wind began to pick up outside. Grandmother smiled into my face, her expression that of a young woman in the throes of joy and passion. Grandmother's new orgasm was building, I could feel her crescendo coming like a train off in the distance.

"Ohhh Stephen, here it is! I am going to do it. Make a nice naughty fuck with Oma, just like that! Keep fucking just like that! Ooooooohhhhhh!! Aaaargh!" Grandmother sprinkled a few drops of her own pearly dew on my shaft as it thrust in and out of her. At the same instant another clap of thunder louder than the first shook the valley and frightened the animals in their pens behind us! Grandmother released my balls with her mind and a crescendo roared through my loins!

"AAAAAGGHH! Oma I am coommmiiiingg!! Yyyyesss!" A third clap of thunder shook the house and the hills while lighting flashed across the valley as my cock spritzed and spouted its healing cream deep into my grandmother's gloriously sodden cunny! All I could do was collapse on her muttering, Oh and ahhhh in a big sweaty heap. We lay on the hay in a mass of quivering panting flesh for several seconds. 

"You fuck very well! I intend to make a sort of husband out of you!" Grandmother sighed beneath me. She changed back into her old wrinkly visage as the fuck had tired her and she could no longer maintain the youth spell. No matter, my balls were thoroughly emptied and I had enjoyed the ride. I could only smile back weakly as her cunny continued to gently suck my cock with its wicked little tongue teeth and gums, now more or less playing with me than anything else.

"Ok, get up. Let us see what you can do!" she commanded. We rose and stood naked. She looked around the barn for something. 

"Your hat on the hay! Pick it up with your mind."

I focused and focused, and presently the hat began to move. I imagined the weight of the hat and placed a set of "mental hands" underneath, and lifted. The hat rose off the ground and came over to rest upon my head where I had intended to put it although it was on backwards. Well, that could come later – still for a first attempt it was good. Grandmother was beaming!

"Alright, something tougher. Raise that chicken over in the pen."

With my mind I focused on the little reddish brown pullet and presently it was off the floor of its cage much to its concern fluttering its wings in alarm as an unseen force had brought it aloft. I set the hen down.

"Bravo! Horrido! Oh alright something, really challenging. Lift that black billygoat!"

I was not so sure I could do this. For starters he was heavy and secondly I was tired from two lifting attempts but my grandmother was insistent that I try. The goat began to get light on his hooves as I began to bring him aloft and he spread out his legs as though trying to still reach the ground but to no avail – I had him and was raising him in the air. At last panic seized him and he kicked and tried to run in midair and so I moved him around in the air in a great circle about two and a half meters off the ground. His legs moved like he was running through the sky on his own power. I set him down gently in his pen and my grandmother hugged me and kissed me hard on the mouth!

"I knew it! I knew it! You always had it! Oh! I am so happy Stephen!" 

She and I gathered our belongings from the floor of the barn and proceeded back into the kitchen. I started to get dressed and Grandmother stopped me.

"Wait. We are going to do something! You remember how I said I needed to find a way to protect you?" 

I nodded.

"Well I have an idea." Grandmother strode naked over to the stove and grabbed the tea-cup sized washed basin and placed it on the ground. She then got a stick from the shelf and gave the basin a tap. The basin grew and grew until it was the size of a wash tub again. Now she stood naked except for her red headscarf slightly squatting at the knees with both feet on either side of the tub. She reached down with her fingers and pulled her labial lips apart and began to go cross-eyed looking off into space as she chanted and focused. A moment later a stream of blue glowing urine shot from her crotch and into the metal tub with the sound of loud tinkling to be heard throughout the kitchen. She peed for a couple of minutes and when at last she stopped pissing and chanting, she looked at me.




Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 02



"Go on, get in!"

I looked shocked but I obeyed. I crouched down in the tub in the warm blue glowing liquid. I didn't have to say anything. She could tell I had a question.

"It is really quite simple." she said. "I drank your urine mixed with herbs last night and have been working it around in my guts all night while we both slept. This is a powerful spell. It needs to be!" With that she tapped the side of the tub to make it bigger and secured a cup from the cupboard. Then she handed me the cup.

"What am I to do with this Oma?" I asked.

"Scoop up some of the liquid and drink."

"What!"

"Scoop up some of the....oh well here!" She seized the cup from me, scooped up the liquid from the tub and put it to my lips. To my astonishment my nose and lips, and soon mouth and tongue distinctly detected the presence of...BEER! Weizen beer to be exact! How? I looked down in the tub and the blue urine was gone replaced by beer – with a good head on it no less! I downed the cup hurredly and delighted at this ability my Oma had! Grandmother then strode into the tub and knelt slightly over me as I downed a second cupful. She straddled my upturned face and a new stream of beer pissed out her urethra into my face and mouth and ran down my body.

"There you go! Drink my young lover. This will cover your body to enact the spell!"

"How does the beer make the spell happen and what is the spell?"

"Oh well that, the beer is just more pleasant than glowing blue piss isn't it! I can make beer come out of my peephole – a great parlor trick wouldn't you agree! Anyways, the liquid has now been ruminating around in my guts for a while and we had two magic sessions to infuse it with a certain property." With that she grabbed a scrub brush and rubbed the beer all over my body. She then stepped out of the tub and had me do the same.

She tapped the tub until it shrank to the size of a teacup and picked it up off the floor before gulping down the last of the beer inside.

"Now," she said putting the basin away and then looking at me intently, "I want you to look at your hands and concentrate. I want you to imagine you can see through your hands. I did as she told me. I imagined and imagined and within a few seconds my hands disappeared, and my arms, and my body and legs and feet!

"You did it Stephen! Invisibility! You did it!"

I looked across the room and could see just my grandmother gleefully clapping her hands in a mirror but there was no sign of me! I was invisible except for the cup I held in my hand or more appropriately the cup appeared suspended in midair! I was so excited I broke concentration and immediately became visible again, dripping beer on the floor. Grandmother realized the state we were in and used the cupboard wand she had placed on the table to cast a spell that dried us and covered us in a rose scented perfume. I still had beer in my cup which I downed and set on the table before we both dressed. After getting our clothes on Grandmother looked out the back window at the fields and had another idea.

"I am going to take you up in the meadows and woods today Stephen. We need to gather mushrooms and herbs for medicine and there is no better way for you to start learning than to get out and start doing it with me!"

My answer was cut short as we heard voices outside coming up the street. Grandmother and I looked out an open side window and saw two German Wehrmacht soldiers walking down the cobblestone street with a female Nazi Volunteer axillary, her red swastika armband unmistakable against her brown shirt. They were moving from house to house knocking on doors and searching buildings.

Grandmother looked at me and with force I had not anticipated motioned with her unseen hand and pushed me up onto the ceiling using her mind.

"Stuck like honey!" she whispered. My body and head were stuck to the ceiling like they were painted to it! I felt like a trapped insect. 

"Stephen remember the invisibility spell!" Grandmother whispered urgently!

I imagined my hands disappearing but could not see them as I was spread eagled to the ceiling laying across the beams helpless. When I disappeared my grandmother nodded at me that the spell was working.

"Don't break your concentration Stephen whatever you do!" she whispered. A moment later a knock was heard at the side street door to the kitchen as a rifle butt banged against the wood. The soldiers were here!



Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 03



Grandmother sucked in her breath looked one more time at me helpless but invisible up on the ceiling and opened the door. Standing in the doorway were two soldiers and the female auxiliary. The two soldiers were my age, probably about nineteen or twenty. The woman, who was hard to see, stood behind the two young men. They forced through the doorway and stood in front of my grandmother in the kitchen frowning slightly. The woman then stepped into the kitchen and stood directly between Grandmother and the soldiers and looked at Oma with a cool air of authority.

"Good morning Fraulein, is everything alright here?"

"Yes my dear, what is happening?" my grandmother asked.

"We are searching house to house for deserters. Several soldiers have deserted the Wehrmacht recently and we have the unpleasant task of searching for them. One of them was seen heading south through the hill country by a farmer heading this way. We believe the young soldier to be your grandson, Stephan Baumer. He may be hiding here in this valley, possibly in this village, or maybe even in your house yes? You are Hilde Baumer yes?" The woman was as I guessed about twenty one and beautiful but also she seemed tall, blonde, and possibly a bit cruel. Her uniform was a brown shirt, black tie, swastika armband, black skirt that went below her knees and sensible shoes and stockings. Topping it off was a red party badge with a swastika plainly showing for all to see on her left breast. She had all the signs of an aged Hitler Youth girl who came up through the ranks in the community and with the expediency of the war she had been placed in a position of responsibility of some sort or another when she came of age. She held a short straight black whip about fifty centimeters long in her hand with round leather covered knob at its handle end roughly about the size of a plum. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a severe bun. She stood there tapping the intimidating little whip in her hand as she spoke.

"Well?" said with impatience, the whip making its TAP TAP TAP in her palm.

"Yes my name is Hilde Baumer but ....Stephan a deserter?! This is quite a shock! His father is a hero of the Fatherland who sacrificed himself on the Eastern Front, oh how can this be true, oh how!" My grandmother was apparently good at amateur theater and was able to give her best approximation of genuine surprise and anguish because the woman bought her shock pantomime and momentarily raised her eyebrows for a half a second. She then resumed the cool professional demeanor but with a less authoritative tone.

"I am certain that the rest of his family does not share his subversive sentiments Fraulein. You appear sensible. By your response I believe you are upset at his desertion and you would not dream of harboring him here, but would it be possible to look around your house and barn?"

"Of course!" Grandmother answered. "I'll get the key to the storehouse and show you the barn and the loft!" She stepped to the shelf to retrieve the storage room key.

"That won't be completely necessary. Just the key please!" she said as she placed the whip in front of Grandmother's body to stop her movements to the shelf and to convey that she was in control of the house. This girl was used to intimidating people- she had trained to do it. One more person whom had been transformed into a sort of monster by the State I surmised.

Grandmother retrieved the key from the cupboard shelf and handed it to one of the soldiers. He lowered his rifle and took it from her. For a moment the thought flashed through my brain that if I were to come off the ceiling with that rifle lowered and hanging carelessly in his hands, I could snatch it away from him. This would have been impossible. I was stuck to the ceiling like burnt eggs to a frying pan. I was also afraid that I might become visible if I broke concentration and that if I could be seen, I could not cover the distance.

The soldiers left and headed into the barn with the key. I heard footsteps going up and down the loft ladders the sound of the animals came through the open doorway as men strange to them poked around in their pens. I then heard the door unlock to the store room and there was the sound of a light being switched on. Above me, a set of boots walked around the floor above me as the floorboards on the second level creaked. I could hear items being moved around and turned over.

The young woman moved to the center of the room pushing my grandmother with the butt of her whip as though she did not wish for Oma to be able to reach for anything more in the room. She had obviously been taught some sort of rudimentary security procedures training because she looked like she had executed this task before and she did not wish for my Grandmother to suddenly find a weapon to use. Ridiculous as that might sound, her suspicions were well founded as my grandmother had slipped her wand into the back pocket of her skirt -- the crafty old girl! The pocket was on the other side of Oma away from the woman and the wand was only barely in sight for me from my vantage point above.

Now at this time I must admit to being a male of the species as I could see that down the figure of the woman below me as she contemptuously eyed my grandmother. I looked straight down her uniform and looked at the twin hilltops of her nicely rounded but not overly proportioned Teutonic ass! It had the wonderful shape of an upside down heart showing through her skirt -- no doubt the two soldiers had noticed and let her lead the way through the streets -- couldn't blame them really! I could also see that she had two firm, ample and nicely rounded breasts straining against her blouse and tie like two plump savage hounds straining against their leashes. My cock became hard and rampant in my lederhosen. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw my left hand. I saw my left hand! Good heavens I was visible!

I quickly thought of the most unstimulating subjects possible, doing household chores for my mother and aunt in our town, going to church, cleaning the equipment of my aircraft gun when the other boys were smoking cigarettes, my bald headed school master eating his lunch -- a revolting sight to anyone. Nothing doing. I was still hard looking at the wonderfully proportioned and cruelly beautiful Aryan goddess below me and visible. All she would have to do is look up!

I paused my mind, forced myself to concentrate and imagined my hands being transparent and subsequently my left hand...disappeared as I looked at it. I glanced to the right to see the same was true for my writing hand! Joy! I told my mind that my cock could become as hard as trigonometry class after a large meal but I would not break my focus.

The two soldiers returned empty handed. They shrugged their shoulders and looked at the woman as if the trip through the village had been for nothing.

The woman looked at my grandmother with continued suspicion but also seemed satisfied to a point.

"Well Madame, I think things are quite satisfactory. You will tell us if your grandson shows up here? Ja?"

"Oh JA! Naturlich Fraulein! I would never dream of anything so shameful as to allow a deserter in my house who has dishonored the Fatherland! "Grandmother was laying it on thick but the woman and the two young men bought it.

"Good! So, is there anything else you can tell us before we depart to file our report?"

"Nein Fraulein only this!" Grandmother said as she swooshed forward her wand with a sweep of her left hand from her back skirt pocket and with a dexterity that surprised even myself, she gave it a flick so that now standing before her were three people in the depths of a trance now staring off into space. They were completely speechless and I wondered at first if she had killed them and they simply had yet to fall over!

"Now then my lovelies," said Oma taking the guns from the two mesmerized soldiers and placing them on the table after pulling the weapons charging handles back to clear them of their cartridges and dropping the magazines, " I think it is time we got better acquainted yes?" They nodded dumbly.

"Wonderful, wonderful!" My grandmother said with a mischievous and vindictive smirk. Grandmother began to disrobe and drop her clothes to the floor as she spoke.

"I think it is very hot in here, don't you? I think it shall be a very hot sticky summer indeed the way this spring air feels!"

Presently they looked rather uncomfortable with the suggestion and they began to loosen their clothing.

"Yes it is sooooo hot! Why don't you step out of your clothing and get more comfortable. The fresh air feels so good on Granny's skin!"

With that the soldiers dropped their helmets which made audible clunks on the floor and began to disrobe. The woman dropped her whip and began fumbling with her blouse and skirt to remove her garments as she kicked off her shoes. Grandmother walked behind her and removed her hair clasp and the cruel bun unfurled into a luxurious and lustrous head of blonde hair! It was just as I had imagined it to be and I wanted nothing more than to run my raging erection through her blonde locks before plunging it into her cruel mouth but in my condition -- spread eagled on the ceiling that was not in the realm of possibility.

Grandmother picked up the whip, tossed the hair clasp on the table next to the rifles and walked in front of them. They were now naked cadets lined up for inspection or more appropriately -- punishment!

"Now I think you all feel a little twinge of sexual agitation. To be more correct, you are becoming bothered by lust. You are distracted beyond description by the thought of your own wanton desires and wish so much that you could fuck like wild beasts." What followed was about the most ribald, rollicking depraved hour and a half of copulation I could have ever imagined! You should remember what my grandmother had just recently done to and with me so that is saying something I think!

She looked at the two men sternly and said to them, "STIFF AS STATUES EXCEPT FOR HEADS!" The men, one blonde, one red headed, immediately could not move except for that they could turn their heads an look up and down and side to side. The woman on the other hand was still mobile and with Grandmother's suggestion of agitation was writhing and shuffling her feet in her standing spot and breathing heavily as though she had just run several kilometers. Her hands scrubbed and rubbed up and down her own body lasciviously and her fingers tweaked her breasts and vigorously strummed her clitty as she began to groan and whisper curse words under her breath!

The men were now breathing heavily two but could not move and to make matters even worse Grandmother went between them and grabbed their cocks, one in each of her hands and began to stroke them with a wicked grin across her face! She was truly a bad girl when the mood took her! Helplessly they move their heads from side to side but they could do nothing. The hunter had now truly become the hunted.

"Yes my pretties you are all so agitated and raging with lust now, but Grandmother will not let you spritz or cum!" Grandmother chuckled at them as her hands were a flurry of motion on the two cocks. The blonde woman now had become so filled with her own ardor that she threw herself upon the ground kicking and rubbing her breasts and cunt-hole and clitty with a screaming moaning fury. To a passerby of my Grandmother's house it must have seemed as though a heated interrogation was being administered and I can imagine they would have probably taken quick steps to move away from the domicile and down the street about their business.

The woman continued to be a heaving cursing kicking pinching tweaking mass of distressed masturbatory activity. Nothing she could do could put the fire out of her distressed lustful condition and she flipped over on her belly and wriggled her wonderfully rounded Aryan bottom in the air, her face turned to one side on the hard floor in my direction, her mouth open, tongue barely out and a puddle of saliva presenting itself on the smooth wooden floorboards. Her fingers darted in and out of her cunny and her upturned pink starfish of a rectum, her eyes opened wide as if for a moment the two hands working together had found just the right spots to work in tandem and at just the right speed and vigor.

She may have had two cocks in her hands being worked but she could still attend to things with the blonde and she blocked the woman's crescendo like a shepherd blocking a sheep from exiting a pen! The woman shrieked in desperation and continued to frig her holes trying to recapture the right spots to rub and the right rhythm to achieve! Grandmother's face now became a mean smirk as she now focused her attentions on the woman, she was so happy to have turned the tables on the three intruders but the woman most of all. It was as if she had just gotten the upper hand on the schoolyard bully and she was now taking lascivious vengeance!

"So my blonde pretty with the nice bottom dancing in the air, you like your little whip do you? You like to use it do you? Well why don't you administer it on yourself, it feels so good for you to do it to others!"

With that the woman seized the whip off the floor with a lusty snarl of passion eager to quench the fire of pure sexual energy consuming her. She ground the plum sized handle of the whip into her cunthole at first -- moaning and cursing loudly as she sought to achieve release. Then after half a minute of futility she rubbed the knob against the pink pucker of her dunghole a in a frantic circle like she was either grinding grain in a mortar stone or attempting to replace a cork in a bottle that was being uncooperative!

Grandmother continued rubbing the two cocks as the soldiers gazed transfixed at the masturbatory floor-dance of the blonde Valkyrie screaming, wriggling and groaning on the floor. She smirked again, at her and thought for a moment and then with naughty vengeance issued forth a new command.

"Whip yourself my dear, whip that filthy little ass and cunny!"

With that the blonde woman took the whip and passed a stroke over her shoulder with a loud SWOOSH -- VIP that landed smack on her own right buttock. She let out a yelp of pain and lust as the stroke left a red mark where it had impacted on the target. She gave herself three more SWOOSH-VIPs in rapid succession, each leaving a telltale reddish mark on her magnificent wriggling heart-shaped bottom. Each event was punctuated by an excited yelp of agony mixed with sexual energy.

She then adjusted the whip in her hand making a series of strokes from high above her head down around to her side and depositing the delicious impact across her back side like a jokey hits a racehorse. They landed with a VIP! VIP! VIP! across her labia, left buttock, and puckered rectum! The last one made her scream in agony sufficient that Grandmother took pity on the woman and gave new instructions as she continued stroking the young cocks.

"Oh poor dear! That little bee stung you on your poor pink little asshole? Tsk! Tsk! Well why don't you sooth your little pink stink-hole with the ball of that whip? -- Go on! Shove it in there! Cork that jug my pretty blonde little slut!"

The blonde woman obeyed and holding the whip firmly in her hand by the wrong end pushed the ball through the puckered pink sphincter of her rectum while the fingers on her other hand danced and goose-stepped and invaded her cunny and vigorously roughed up her clitoris in a brutal interrogation. She pushed and pushed and pushed the whip in and then drew it out of her bottom hole with a loud howl before shoving it back in deep up into her ass-root then she began to pump and jerk it back and forth like the drive-wheel shaft of a steam locomotive, the whole while her other hand savaged her cunny and clitty!

"Aaaaaaargggghhhhh! The woman screamed as my Grandmother's revenge turned into a sort of lewd pity and she allowed the woman to reach crescendo! A wet splatter of pearly dew shot from the woman's cunny and landed in a fishy puddle on the floor behind her as she sobbed and gasped and stroked her way through the orgasm. But Grandmother was not through with her, and the two young men were not nearly as lucky -- she would not allow them release just yet! They bucked their heads in blissful agony as she stroked their cocked with vigor.

"Did you enjoy that my dear?"

"Yes Granny!" the young blonde woman panted gratefully but still under Oma's control.

"Good, now pull that whip from your ass and suck it clean!" Oma commanded!

The hapless girl did as she was told but in desperation she had not the sufficient capacity to remove the whip from its snug pink stinky sheath!

"Well, well! What is wrong with you girl? I sense your sexual fever returning with vengeance and yet you have not retrieved you r instrument of correction!" Grandmother chided!

The girl tried again to retrieve the whip as the new wave of lust swept over her but to no avail.

"It is stuck Granny! It is stuck! I cannot remove it! Aaaaaghhh!" she called out as her hand rubbed and frigged her cunny and clitoris in maddened agony while the other hand tried desperately to retrieve the whip whose knob was firmly implanted in the core of her bowels.

"Oh well alright! I guess Granny can come to the rescue! "Grandmother said as she dropped the two cocks and strode over behind the cruel blonde girl. The two hapless soldiers could only look on as the scene between the two women unfolded and their cocks continued to buck and dance helplessly in a series of HEIL HITLER salutes with no relief in sight.

"Let's see what all the fuss is about!" Oma said as she batted the blonde woman's hand away from the whip and then seized the instrument in her fist and with a forceful single tug, pulled it from its wedged tightness. An loud fart escaped from the Valkyrie's upturned pink anus and she bawled from the force of the extraction.

"Aaarrrghhhh Hooooooohhhhh! "sobbed the woman in pain mixed with pleasure! She rubbed her cunny like it was now a piece of firewood that she was intent on starting alight and only through frantic friction could she achieve combustion! She cursed and swore and moaned and whimpered and blubbered as her lust rose and rose but would not abate.

"I am tired of your mewing, moaning, and crying! Let this cork your mouth! Suck!" Oma commanded. Then she strode around to the front of the feverishly masturbating blonde warrior princess and placed the smelly ball of the whip under the woman's nose. The Teutonic wench opened her lips and ran out her tongue which presently snaked the foul orb into her gaping maw and greedily sucked the object like a young hungry calf who had just found an udder. She moaned and whined through her sinuses and Grandmother continued her cruel smirking and taunting.

"So the young lady and these two strapping boys thought they would intimidate an old lady into turning over her grandson, most likely to be shot tonight while 'trying to escape sometime later this week' -- Ja? Well maybe old Granny should bestow some more correction of sorts on that beautiful arse of yours!" The woman continued to suck and moan as Grandmother reached around and diddled the woman's cunny, clitty, and rectum with her long bony fingers that had brought countless maidens and mavens alike to shrieking ecstatic howling crescendo's. The woman was truly in the hands of an expert as both the soldiers and myself could see from our helpless vantage points.

"Yes, you like that bit of frotting Oma is providing your cunny and arse do you my dear?" The woman nodded emphatically.

"Oh but it is so improper for me to be doing this to an appointed authority of the Third Reich! So inappropriate and highly irregular! Perhaps I should stop?"




Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 03



The woman shook her head in protest and whined through her nose while trying to say NO emphatically to the woman who was providing expert sexual relief to her burning hot nether parts. She sucked the fouled orb furiously as though she would somehow extract some yet unseen liquid from within. Her derriere circled drunkenly in the air as it pushed and rubbed against my grandmothers deft hand and fingers. Oma began to alternately slap the woman's perfect bottom and then return to frigging it -- within two minutes bringing her right to the edge of climax only to deny her the luxury of release!

The woman howled like a maddened demon and screamed through her nasal passages and sucked and slurped the filthy whip end as Oma chided her -- all the while rubbing and frigging the blonde's woman parts. I had determined my grandmother could have a mean streak if she felt her family was threatened. This was proof.

"Alright, alright you! Stop your fussing! Let's get this out of your mouth my dear!" Grandmother cooed to the woman. She pulled the whip from the woman's mouth with an audible POP! and slapped her on her buttocks with a resounding - SPLAT! This produced a loud yelp from the cruel blonde.

"Now get to your feet! Stand up, stand up! Haven't got all day!" When the woman was now standing Oma had new instructions.

"Back your ass up my dear against the hard cock of that strong blonde behind you! Fitting that a soldier of the Reich should plow an perfect blonde specimen such as yourself! You do want a hard cock up your cunny don't you?"

The woman whimpered and nodded an emphatic YES as she bent at the waist partially and backed up against the paralyzed soldier's throbbing erection -- he looked down wide eyed in anticipation of what was about to commence. Grandmother seized his cock and guided its head to the mouth of the blonde woman's now steamy cunny-hole while using her other hand to steady her Aryan rump for penetration. She then fiddled the woman's rectum with her fingertips as the cruel blonde began to slide down the cock's length. The look on the woman's face told the rest of the story as she opened her mouth into a wide panting smile and closed her eyes. Her nostrils flared with excitement and she again whined through her nose while taking his girth deep into the recesses of her womb. He struck the back of the tunnel.

"Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the woman called out to nobody in particular with contentment for the first time in several minutes. "Oooohhhhh JAAAAAAA!" she said as she pinched her nipples and frotted her cunny!

"Yes missy, enjoy his nice wide Vengeance Weapon!" Grandmother encouraged her.

The woman pushed herself back and for the on his cock, stroking him in up to the hilt and then back almost to withdrawal then back in again. The young man opened his mouth and closed his eyes throwing his head back slightly as the warmth of a wet cunt engulfed his member! Grandmother then looked at the red headed soldier all alone and helpless, his cock still ZEIG HEIL --ing away with no attention.

"Tsk! Tsk! Poor dear! Should Granny take care of you?" she asked. He nodded emphatically betraying some shame.

"It's alright deary let Oma do the driving!" Grandmother said as she turned around facing away from him and while bending at the waist backed herself up onto his tree-limb of a cock until it slid up to its length in her cunny. The man exhaled loudly and flecks of spit shot from his lips onto Oma's back as she began to piston herself back and forth upon the red-headed soldier's penis.

"Oh, so nice that cockie of yours young man! So nice and pleasing!" she critiqued. She and the blonde woman bucked and danced and pushed on the cocks furiously but again Oma was in control. Only she would say when people would be allowed to come and SHE would choose who! The four moaned and grunted and fucked in joyful agony and after a few minutes of this, Grandmother began to become wide eyed as her climax was immenent!

"AAaaaaaaawwwwhhhhhrrrr!" Oma called cried out -- her voice an impassioned sob of joy! She had cum but again no relief was insight for the other three and she continued to grind and piston on the hapless cock of her captive.

"Alright my three caged birds! Time for your interrogation! I will ask the questions. You will tell the truth -- all of it! I will then see how merciful I am feeling -- understand!" The three heads all nodded urgently.

"Excellent!" She looked over her shoulder at the red-headed soldier.

"You wish for me to free your hands?"

He responded with a nod panting and grunting all the while. A few drops of sweat dropped from his brow and landed on Oma's tattooed back.

"Alright, what is your name?" she questioned.

"Private Martin Scheckert, Madame!" He answered more intent on being allowed to cum and Oma was not having any of THAT for the moment as she slid back and forth on his veiny stone column of a cock that was stretching her in a way she found particularly delightful. She continued with her line of questioning.

"Good, and what unit are you with?"

"Uughh! The One Hundred and Seventeenth Volksgrenadier Regiment Reserve, P..P...P..Provisional!" he blurted out. His balls were howling. It was evident that he wished to unload them into the sucking warmth of the wet cunt milking his loins with vigor.

"Ah so you were activated I see! So are there more of you in the village?"Oma queried.

"Nein! It is just me and the other one here!" He motioned with his eyes to the other soldier who was being fucked hard by the wonderfully animated rump of the blonde woman. The pair in question were panting and heaving and cursing in hushed whispers punctuated only by the nasal whines of the woman as she found a particularly enjoyable spot here and there for the younger blonde fellow's cock to bump her insides.

"And what of the woman? How did you come in contact with her?"

He was trying to avoid speaking further but Grandmother's lewd rump urged him on.

"C'mon my pretty one! Answer this and I promise I will let your arms free!"

"We were awakened this morning and told to report to the watch sergeant who told us --UUUGHHH! Th..th ...th..that we would accompany this W...WAH...WAH..W...Woman's Auxillary in a search of this village to find the deserter Private Stephan B...B...BAUMER!"

"Good! And did you find him?" she asked. He shook his head.

"Excellent! You may now have use of your arms! See how easy that is! Now give me a good fuck you strong soldier of the Reich!" she said licking her lips. He found he had use of his shoulders , arms and hands but his legs were still trapped. He grabbed my grandmother's hips and pulled her onto his cock before pushing her away and then repeating the process sliding in and out. He was using my Grandmother's rump to masturbate and relief his loin-fire but she still was in control and he was not to crescendo until she allowed it!

"And are you a virgin Martin!" Grandmother asked with a wicked smile.

"Ja Fraulein!"

"You are NOT NOW!" she corrected him. The reality of it all suddenly dawned upon him and he paused for a second and then vigorously returned to his carnal duties. Grandmother turned her attention to the other hapless couple and addressed the blonde man who still had his manhood impaled in the wriggling rump of the blonde cursing woman. She tossed her head from side to side in an attempt to bring herself to climax but Grandmother was in control -- DEFINITELY IN CONTROL!

"And you my Blonde young man. What is your name?" Oma asked.

"Private Dieter Antmuller, Fraulein Baumer!" he answered somewhat distracted by the magnificent rump bucking and sliding on his loin-log.

"And were you going to shoot my grandson if you found him?"

"N...N.....NEIN! We were t..to bring him back to the schloss headquarters in the next town for questioning. He w..w..was only t..to be arrested." He looked as if he might explode and beads of sweat formed on his brow.

"Questioning? By whom? By this one?" Grandmother said motioning to the panting whining blonde flurry of sex that now dancing and cursing on the end of his cock.

"Nein, Fraulein. We were to give him to a man named Klaus Dietrich! He is with the Geheime Staatspolizei."

"The GESTAPO!" Grandmother gasped (not at the cock pushing in and out of her but instead from the full force of the realization of how seriously this was being taken).

"Why would the Gestapo want a deserter? Wouldn't this be simply a problem for the Army?" Grandmother continued.

"Herr Dietrich has said that all deserters are enemies of the State and this disease of cowardice must be cleansed by other hands than that of the Army! He said as much to our entire unit in a proclamation he read to us not four days ago." He added this without any attempt of evasion --he had no resistance.

"Good, well you can have use of your arms too!" Oma still in shock relented. The blonde man grabbed the cursing maiden and began to furiously fuck her, his sweat dripping occasionally onto her backside. This now made the woman turn up the volume on her nasal moaning which became a lusty snarl of raging passion.

"Do you need to cum again my dear?" Oma queried the woman.

"Oh JA- WOHL, OMA! LET ME CCCC-UUMMM! .....AAHH ...PLEASE!" the blonde woman howled.

"Very well my dear! Then a screaming writhing fountain of passion you shall be. RELEASE!"

"UUGGGGGHHHHH!" was the only thing that escaped the blonde woman's mouth as a small bodily tremor began to build in her core, then she fell silent and stared into space ahead of her. Her intensifying condition was so strong her voice failed her and she could only form an "O" with her delectable mouth. Her eyes searching for infinity moved up to the ceiling to where I was hiding in plain view but for my invisibility. She stared straight through me not noticing (and probably not caring if she had seen me as she had more urgent business at hand...or more appropriately in the volcano of her sex). The full force of her orgasm came crashing through her body - up out of her loins and through her open mouth!

"OOOHHH! WAAAAAHHHHHH!" she called as she convulsed and writhed and fucked while the blonde man fucked her with all his fury. Then there was a loud dripping splatter as her cunny juiced and splashed a donation of wet pearly dew that dripped from her sex and ran down both of their legs to leave another wet fishy puddle on the floor.

"WAAAAAHHHHH! UGHH! HAAAH!" the blonde woman called as a second wave struck her body and produced yet another splash of dew that reminded me of a cow pissing on a flat barn floor as it added to the growing fish puddle.

"That was a wonderful crashing crescendo my pretty." Grandmother observed, "but it appears you have been a rude houseguest and left a puddle of your sexing on my kitchen floor! I feel your sexual agitation rising again!" With that Grandmother hopped off of the cock that had been plowing her so long and now issue forth a new punishment.

"Get over here and push this man's cock up your asshole, this red-headed Knight of the Reich (Reserve-Provisional) is going to stretch your dung-hole!" With those instructions from Grandmother the blonde woman was seized by new passion and she separated from the cock in her cunny only to dash across the room, bend at the waist and take the ardent cock of the red-headed Private Martin Scheckert into her pink puckered bum. The young man tossed his head back again as his cock spearheaded an attack on her rectum and his hands grabbed the firm Aryan rump and began to stroke and piston.

Grandmother seeing that they were properly joined strode over to the blonde soldier stepping through the puddle left by the blonde woman, bent at the waist, and pushed his veiny throbbing telegraph pole up against the mouth of her anus. He ran his hands over her tattooed back in preparation for what was about to happen as Grandmother sucked in her breath, let it out, and pushed with a grunt back onto his cock like she was crapping an immense turd. The success of her impalement of rectum upon his member was evident as her eyes went from slits to wide open blue pools of excitement! The man opened his mouth and closed his eyes as his hands grabbed my grandmother and pulled her onto his cock sending its tip deep into the depths of her bowels.

"HAAAAAAR!" he called out to far reaches of the room. Grandmother bucked and fucked hard back against him and then began to piston herself to and fro with a smile of wicked contentment.

"That's it! Fuck my pretties! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Stretch the turd tunnels on these two women! Make our next crap an event to remember! BLITZ OUR BOWELS!" Grandmother screamed! Not ten seconds later she was overtaken by her own selfish needs and she grunted and cursed and moaned as a climax hit her.

"AAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH! JAAAAA!" came the heroic call of my grandmother as a crescendo of lust hit her like an avalanche. Her mouth opened, she went silent, and a spritz of dew splashed from her cunny being probed by her frantically rubbing fingers. Her sex drops piddled down two sets of legs and feet and added to the volume of the already substantial floor puddle.

Satisfied for a moment, Oma hopped off the now filthy cock of the blonde man, stepped out of the floor puddle and addressed the blonde woman whose back country was being viciously savaged by a rampant cock.

"Separate from him! Time to switch! Now get over here on your knees in this puddle and suck this cock clean!" Grandmother said to the woman and swished her toe in the puddle of fishy woman juices with a grin. The blonde obeyed and hopped of the red-headed man's now fouled member, her anus issuing forth a loud fart in salute. She walked over and plopped on her knees with a wet splat in the fishy piddle pool so that her legs were slightly apart and her thighs and bum rested in the slimy kitchen floor swampy wetness that had been provided by the two cunnies.

She seized the cock of Private Dieter Antmuller and forced it into her hungry mouth and began sucking in loud wet slurping noises while she worked her now sodden cunny with her hand. The man wheezed and panted and whimpered slightly in wondrous delight of the woman's wet hungry mouth working his veiny V2 rocket to new heights of blissful agony. He ran his fingers through the woman's now unkempt flowing blonde hair and ensnarled them in the locks and then guided her by her mane at a pace he found favorable.

"Remember to breathe through your nose my dear so you can send his wonderful shwanze on a collision course past your Teutonic Tonsils!" Grandmother coached. The blonde woman nodded and moaned in acknowledgement as she drew the length of the man's cock into her mouth and throat. Grandmother surveyed the scene with her hand on one hip and then strode to the couple and bestowed a lewd wet kiss on the young man, her cow-like tongue probing the recesses of his mouth. She then broke contact and hurried over to the red-headed soldier and dropped to her knees and began to fellate his filthy lap-cannon.

The man tossed his head from side to side and then back and forth open mouthed and groaning. Grandmother's greedy mouth sucked and slurped the man's angry penis while her hands squeezed his balls like they were two pieces of fruit that she was inspecting in a market. His hands brushed away her head-kerchief and the red cloth fell to the floor. His hands seized Oma's black hair in a crude ponytail and began pumping her head like a sucking masturbatory toy as she drew his cockwurst deep into her throat gagging and moaning with joyous energy.

Meanwhile, the blonde woman loudly slurped and suckled her golden haired partner with equal fervor in an attempt to goad his bollocks into launching a generous portion of man-milk down her greedy gullet. The two women soon reduced the two soldiers to quivering moaning whimpering masses of cursing vulnerable flesh as the female mouths joined in a chorus of wet saliva sounds and gagging mildly as cocks struck the back of throats. This went on for a few minutes until Grandmother was ready for yet another change in the activities. She raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

Both men howled and roared as they bucked and cursed and climaxed sending their salty Aryan Custard jetting into the gobbling mouths of the two women who swallowed it down their throats into their stomachs. Great audible gulping sounds were heard from Grandmother and the Blonde woman as they enjoyed a breakfast of warm protein. At least they had something hot in their bellies to fortify them for what was to come. The two men bent at the waist hands on their hips panting and exhausted. Grandmother popped the slackening penis from her mouth with a loud wet champagne cork -- POP! She licked her lips and swallowed again as she spoke.

"That was excellent my darlings and very nutritious I might add! I think now we might wish to change location. Let's move to the center of the room and get comfortable on the floor!" She moved to the center of the room and motioned to the three. Then she remembered she still held the feet of the two soldiers fast with her paralysis spell so she released its hold on their feet, much to their relief! They wobbled like newborn cots on unsteady legs over to my grandmother. The Blonde woman stood from knees to her feet and as she too was a little unsteady, slipped in the pool of hers and Grandmother's pearly dewy secretions and landed with a smack and a thump on her superior Aryan rump splattering the puddle further about the room!

"WAAAAAAHHHHH!" she bawled.

"Silence that you clumsy strumpet! Get up on your feet and walk like an adult should and rest yourself on your new piece of furniture ......MY FACE!" said Grandmother lying down on the floor. The woman whimpered but obeyed and strode over to Oma on the floor already lying with her legs apart as the two men stood at either end of her looking down in bemused chagrin as to what would happen next. All the three intruders could do was OBEY! Grandmother still had them.

The woman looked down at Grandmother perplexed at first. Oma rolled her eyes in astonishment -- it was obvious she would have to do all the coaching. She sighed and gestured with her hands in exasperation at what she intended the woman to do.

"Look Dearest, your bottom goes here on my face and your face goes down THERE where my cunny is! Understand? Oh and I do believe the three of you are experiencing that peculiar sensation of sexual agitation again! You two men stand by as we will need you shortly -- ZEIG HEIL!" With Grandmothers kurt instruction the woman laid down on Oma straddling her face with her crotch while my grandmother's hands guided her blonde head down to her waiting cunny. The two cocks immediately hardened and returned Oma's inspiring salute in a series of never ending rising and falling ZEIG HEILs! Again both men found their feet and legs frozen fast and their hands stuck to the sides as they watched the lesbian scene unfold below them on the floor. Grandmother was saving them for the present.

Grandmother went to work licking and sucking at the blonde's quim and after a few seconds the woman began to reciprocate in kind. Soon the sounds of moaning impassioned slurps and gobbling of drippy cunnies filled the room as the two women made love in a Sapphic embrace worthy of the poetess herself. The blonde responded to Oma's licking and cunny nibbles by grinding her pelvis into the old witch's face attempting maximize the extent of the pleasurable sensation. Oma's hands clutched fistfuls of the golden locks of the blonde's mane and forced her head and lapping tongue and lips hard against her clitty and runny cunny. The two women bucked and humped in a furious mutual Yin-Yang face fuck moaning sloshing against each other.

Soon their passion rose to the edge of a great orgasmic precipice and Grandmother sensing this apparently snapped her fingers just as her own climax was upon her sending both women into a loud sobbing spiraling pair of simultaneous crescendos! Both women screamed and shook as cunnies juiced and leaked over lips and chins, puddling the floor again in a new fishy pool.




Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 03



"That was wonderful! ....Did you like that my ....dear?" Grandmother panted after a few seconds.

"Oh....Ja Oma! ...Ja!" Was the hoarse reply from the blonde.

"Good my dear because we will now be joined by these two cocks for some more spirited coupling! Can you feel your insides burn with new desire? Like an itch you cannot scratch!"

The woman nodded and attempted to squash her hips down on Oma's face for relief but the old witch pushed her rump to one side slightly and spreading the blondes ass-cheeks, called up to the two men standing at either end of the Sapphic display.

"Report to your fox-holes boys, and get in them!" Oma commanded. Both men dropped down to their knees, the red-head positioning his cock at the blonde woman's cunny and the blonde man at Oma's sopping wet sex hole. They pushed their cocks into the pair of quims and both women responded with an appreciative groan of pleasure.

"Alright lads! Commence the attack!" Grandmother announced before she returned to flicking the blonde woman's clitty with a combination of tongue and fingers. The blonde picked up on this and reciprocated. Grandmother spied the whip across the room on the floor and pointed to it. It shot across the kitchen floor sliding over the surface into Oma's deft hand. She placed the foul orb at the end of the handle into the blondes pink wrinkly rectum and then returned her attention to the woman's clitty. Soon the scene was transformed into a writhing mass of sweaty, swearing, moaning, heaving bodies -- all pushing and fucking and licking with reckless abandon!

Within a few minutes the women had separated and were now on all fours side by side with the two men on their knees behind them plowing their furrows. This was directly below and to the front of me so that I could look down and see four ecstatic faces twisting and contorting in a mix of raging lust and open-mouthed joy. Grandmother after a minute or so then made the men switch and the two women repositioned so both ladies were on all fours with facing each other from just a few inches apart and the men continued the to plow their cunnies.

The two ladies, one blonde young and statuesque, the other brunette, old, wrinkled and tattooed moaned and bucked against the two sweating men who furiously rammed their cocks into their upturned rumps. Grandmother leaned forward and bestowed a big wet kiss on the blonde girl's mouth, her cow tongue probing the inner workings of the maidens tongue lips and tonsils! The woman returned the kiss, enjoying the Sapphic greeting with genuine ardor. Both men watched the lesbian tongue dance and inspired by the carnal display, found new energy and redoubled their frantic assault on the two cunnies with loud huffing and puffing.

The red-headed man was particular loud with his wheezing and panting but Grandmother's mind had a vice-like lock on his climax and his seed remained in a cage deep inside his bollocks which she reached back to stroke and caress to prolong his wondrous agony. The blonde man was making loud wet smacking sounds as his pelvis repeatedly against the rump of the blonde maiden who responded to each stroke with a half whimper half yelp of excitement. The whole chorus of moans and sobs reminded one of a barn filled with animals at feed time. Grandmother managed through her own enjoyment to clear her mind through her fucking and bestow a new set of questions upon the blonde woman.

"And you, UUuuugh! My pretty......Ooommph oh.h...h...Ugh! What is your name?"

"Woman's Auxillery Member Sabina Antmuller, Fr....Fra.....Uggghh! OOOOH! ....FRAULEIN!"

"And what was your mission with these men? Uuughh! Oh Ja Martin! Das ist gut junge!"

"I was to conduct m..muh...m..my search with them a....a..and OHHHH! report to Herr Dietrich what we f..f..f.. found!"

"Are there to be any other's coming later?"

"I do..d...do not know, Fraulein! Aaagh! AWWWW! ....Ja Dieter that is SOOOO GUT! ..JUST LIKE THAT AND WE NEVER SAY ANYTHING ABOUT ZIS, JA!" the blonde said over her shoulder to the nodding young man.

"Wait pretty! What did you say?! Is your last name Antmuller?" Grandmother asked. Now the interrogation was becoming much more interesting to her! Both blonde heads nodded in shameful lust of knowing a forbidden truth that was being overpowered by a burning desire in their loins.

"Ja Fraulein! ......Private Antmuller is my little brother. Just eighteen and he was just called up last y...y...year! The one f..f...fucking..you is our cousin Martin also eighteen! They are just boys and I fear I have somehow corrupted them -- oh the shame! Oh JA! DIETER LIKE THAT MEINE LIEBE! JUST LIKE THAT! FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT! "the blonde woman answered.

"TSK! TSK! TSK! Such a terrible thing you have done! This is a crime before the Reich! You could be arrested or WORSE for such things!" Grandmother chided. The blonde woman nodded her head shamefully frowning her blonde mane partially covering one eye and then her look of shame changed to a snarl of lust as she returned to the business of the fuck. She was quite different from the intimidating figure she presented just a while before. To tell the truth she now looked ridiculous, on all fours swearing and panting, covered in sweat and cunny drippings, a whip sticking from her ass, - and her younger brother fucking her with abandon while she urged him on!

Grandmother now was ready for another climax against the cock banging away at her insides and she was done punishing these three. With that she allowed her orgasm to once more build to the right level of intensity. Then she snapped her fingers.

At once all four figures bucked and howled with joy as the two men shot their steaming offerings into the wombs of the generously bawling women whose bodies shook and tremored in grateful acceptance of such wonderful libations. Splattering cunnies deposited a new donation of pearly dew to the already sticky floor mess. Four bodies fell on the floor exhausted. They lay where they fell for several minutes not able to do anything more than make labored breaths totally spent and done. If the intruders had any ill intent to my grandmother or myself, the exertion of the previous activities had eliminated that threat!

Finally Oma raised her head and rolling over pushed the redheaded man off her -- he rolled off her into a puddle of fish drippings on the floor motionless except for his breathing. Grandmother now figured it was time for these three to make a departure. She rose to her feet and addressed the three.

"On your feet my sleepy ones! On your feet!" She stood there naked with one hand on her hip as a sergeant would address a batch of new recruits. The three rose slowly like a procession of the damned from the inferno and stood on wobbily legs awaiting instructions.

"Line up by your clothes at the door!" Grandmother commanded. The three moved to the heaps of clothing by the door -- the most comical of the group being the blonde woman who walked in short ginger steps -- partly from being plowed so vigorously and partly because a whip was still lodged in her bunghole! Grandmother shook her head and grabbed the whip as the woman walked to the edge of the room, and giving the whip a quick tug, brought it from the woman's nether hole with another loud wet fart being emitted from the blonde's tailpipe as the handle exited its warm temporary lodgings. Grandmother stood in front of them with the whip, tapping it in one hand as the woman had done at the beginning of the encounter. Oh yes the tables had turned!

As the three stood in line before their clothes, Grandmother located her wand and surveyed the room and the condition of the three. TSK! TSK! TSK! This would not do! She gave the wand several swishes and the wet puddles became globs of liquid suspended in the air which she then motioned to the open window. The globs flowed to the window and then through the opening like pulled by some strange gravity, only to splash on the grass harmlessly just outside.

Satisfied by the cleanup of the room, Oma turn to the three and with a swoosh removed all the evidence of a wild violent session of copulation for the men, the soiled damp blonde woman, and lastly Grandmother herself. All the wetness and body fluids and after sex residue was gone! Oma was many things but untidy was not one of them!

"Alright darlings get dressed and then I have new instructions for you!" The three quickly rummaged through the pile of clothing on the floor and began to dress. Grandmother went to the table and grabbed the two rifles and brought them to the men who set them on the floor until their gear was secure. Then Grandmother swished her wand and the blonde's hair was straightened and pulled back into the original cruel bun. The whole time, the eyes of the three showed no emotion or apparently awareness of what was happening -- almost like they were sleepwalkers on a midnight stroll. Oma handed the woman the hair clasp for the bun and the blonde put it in place. Lastly Grandmother, looked her in the eyes and put one more thing in order.

"You are a NAZI bitch who came into my house and who tried to harm my family, but I do not intend for you to bear your brother's child. I consider the fact that you fucked your brother and loved it retribution enough. You will not swell with child from him." With that she passed her wand across the woman's abdomen and rendered the seed of her brother unable to take root. Now it was time to wake the three from their delirium but there was one more thing. Grandmother had special instructions.

"You three are to report back to Herr Dietrich that you came to this house but you did not find Stephan Baumer. In fact, the woman who lives here is not Hilde Baumer but instead Hilda Bauer! A clerical error has been made at your headquarters. There has never been a Hilde Baumer here, you understand!" The three nodded mechanically.

"Good, and one more thing, you will depart down this road to your headquarters to make your report. As you get twenty steps down the road you three will become overwhelmed by sexual agitation again and you will go to that thick grove of pine trees next to the road. You will plunge into the pine trees and once far enough from the road you two men will take turns fucking this blond strumpet in the ass while she sucks the cock hard of the other man until you achieve a resounding climax, the three of you!" The three again nodded mechanically. Grandmother certainly had a streak that was mischievous and mean! She placed the whip in the hands of the blonde woman and clapped her hands to break the spell.

"Well," said the woman, "I am satisfied Fraulein that our work here is done! But I warn you that the Reich takes this matter very seriously. If you possess any knowledge in the future of the whereabouts of Stephan Baumer you will contact our headquarters?"

"Oh Ja! Heil Hitler!" shouted Grandmother standing naked in front of the three who did not realize she was fully unclothed before them. The Blonde merely returned the salute to the oblivious to Oma's nudity and motioned the two soldiers to the door. She absentmindedly tapped her chin with the butt of the whip and then as she strode through the door noticed it had a peculiar smell -- she couldn't quite place what it was but put it out of her mind as she followed the two men up the street.

Naked, Grandmother closed the door and then turned to look at me invisible on the ceiling.

"Fall like a feather!"

Immediately my bonds released me from the ceilings grasp and I fell slowly to the floor. I ceased concentrating and became visible once again -- it had been exhausting to hold such a condition for so long. I joined Grandmother as she watched the three depart up the street. The two men and the woman walked up the road going out of town and then immediately began to fiddle with their clothing and then upon reaching the grove of pines, looked from side to side and then up and down the road. When they saw the escape was unnoticed (save Grandmother and myself whom they did not notice), they disappeared quickly into the woods with great haste. Grandmother chuckled at this as she gathered her clothes and dressed.

"Let's get out of here and get up the mountain. I wish to fetch herbs and it is time for your first day's lesson. You will learn to find medicine up on that mountainside with me teaching you just what to look for!" Grandmother beamed at what she had just done but now she was jubilant for a new reason, she had a pupil. Her new student had a few questions for her.

"Oma, do you think they will come back?"

"No," she chuckled "that was a pretty powerful spell! They won't remember any of this but they will remember a spirited fuck session in those woods. I imagine that blonde bitch will have an areshole the size of a Zeppelin hangar by the time the lads are through plowing her bottom land soil!"

"But Oma, why if you had the power to suggest what they would do and say did you not just tell them to report your alibi to the Gestapo and be done with it? Did you really have to fuck all three?" I asked.

Grandmother blushed with a little shame on her face and looked at the floor and her feet averting my eyes.

"A girl like me has needs of a sort from time to time." she said sheepishly with a look of being caught at something. Then she looked at me with feigned impatience like the embarrassment and the silence was a little too much. She grabbed a sack and put my hat on my head. Retying her kerchief on her head she looked out the window to check the weather. She opened the door and with a playful swat on the seat of my pants she looked at me and said, "Let's go!" 



Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 04



We headed across the back pasture and then up a steep slope that led up to the mountain meadows between groves of pines. As we plodded along, the village and Grandmother's farmhouse became a bit smaller but we could still hear the sounds of activity in the houses and buildings below. The road out of town and the thicket of woods where our three intruders had hurriedly disappeared into was in plain view below us. 

I followed behind Grandmother as she pointed to items and picked them up and put them the bag over her shoulder. There were lichens growing on rocks that she scraped with a pocket knife. There were mushrooms that she gathered up. In some places she gathered tree bark; in some places she picked leaves from bushes. To me it all just looked like things from the forest that your mother never wanted you to bring in the house as it would make a mess. As she gathered items she explained to me what they were.

"These flowers here are 'Wolve's Bane' or 'Monkshood', I have even heard it called 'Devil's Helmet'," she said pointing to a bunch of blue flowers before picking them wearing a pair of gloves for protection and putting several handfuls in in her bag. "I have to wear gloves and be careful – it's a deadly poison and a horrible death if you overdose, however, in small quantities and mixed in the right proportions I have treated old people with heart conditions using it. It's like gunpowder, a little goes a long way and is dangerous as can be in the wrong hands!" She was very informative and patient with my questions.

"This is a little mushroom called the Roman Coin. It looks like about seven of them are here," she said counting the mushrooms on a rotten log at the edge of the meadow. "I make them into a tea. They are good for swollen joints and rheumatism. I have enough here for several months by the looks of things!"

She fished around in the grass, looking for something. Her eyes went wide when she found it. She held up a little brown mushroom that looked like a crumpled folded brown umbrella on a fat stem. She looked at me, "This is Mountain Dwarf. You grind these up into a paste that fights infection. Bacteria hate this after it is ground up and boiled into the paste. Just the thing for cuts or burns," and so it went, on and on. 

For a couple of hours she showed me things and she kept putting them in her bag. As the morning progressed into day, the sun made it up into the notch between two mountain peaks in the east and now its rays streamed into the valley promising to warm the land and drive the cold chill away from the land. We made progress up the mountain meadow and into some of the woods to one side of the field. Grandmother was satisfied with both her collection and my flora lesson for the day. 

"Let's head down to the flat meadow half way down the slope. There is that stream that we crossed to get up here and I could use a drink. Plus there are some nice stumps to rest on at the edge of that field. The view there is beautiful, you can see all the way across the valley!" We got down to the spot she was speaking of. It was about halfway down the slope from where we turned around and it flattens out into a gradually inclined shelf-like meadow before sloping sharply down to the fields surrounding the little village. In the distance we could see other villages. In fact, just as Grandmother had said, from that meadow we had a view of the whole valley. We stood in a notch where we could see the flat slope of the meadow to one side and a sharp slope to the other side, where the cold stream she had spoken of tumbled down the hills to Oma's farm below before crossing underneath the road. We walked to the stream she spoke of and I bent down to scoop my hat in the water to fetch a drink.

"Here wait, let me get you a cup," Oma said reaching in her bag. She pulled out a clay beer mug and handed it to me while I looked shocked. I had seen her stuffing mushrooms and bark, and flowers, and all what-not's from the field but I didn't think her sack could hold a beer mug. I was puzzled as I scooped up some water for us. 

"Don't look so perplexed. This is a sack of holding Stephan. I can put a good deal in here and it still is as heavy as carrying around a feather!" We both took a drink from the mug and then after we had both gulped down our fill from the ice cold stream I picked up the bag. SURE ENOUGH LIGHT AS A FEATHER. I would not have known there was anything in it by merely looking at it from the outside. 

Oma looked up and scanned the skies while she took the bag and crossed the stream with me. She set the bag down on beside some tree logs that had been cut years before to make rustic benches for anyone wishing to stop and rest coming up or going down the mountainside. Some logs faced the Meadow that gradually sloped away from us and some faced the stream. 

"Achh! This sun is going to make this a hot one today!" Oma said fanning herself. "I want some sun. Let's get out of these things of ours and let it give us a nice warm baking! You are too white anyway for a boy your age!" We took a minute to remove our things. We seemed to be the only ones up on the mountain, or more closer to the truth, it felt like we were the only ones in Germany! Up there on the mountain with the sun beaming down upon us I was dazzled by the green and the colors of the spring flowers. It was perfect post card weather!

It was then after I removed my last bits of clothing that I turned and looked at Oma naked and smiling. She had changed herself into young woman again and she was eyeing me in a very mischievous fashion with a grin of a fox who had found the hen house door open and the farmer out for the day! We sat down on a log bench facing the meadow while Oma tapped the cup of water from the stream and handed it to me. It was now full of beer. We passed the mug back and forth between each other and when it was almost gone again, she tapped it again refilling it. We sat naked passing the mug between us and then she would repeat the tapping and refilling. It was not long before the beer had its way with us both and we were laughing and telling bawdy jokes between the two of us like two old soldiers on leave! It was then that I had a question.

"Oma, what about your tattoos? Why did they not move when you fucked the two soldiers and the woman down in the house?"

"Oh that's a good question! You are keen to pay attention! You see, ..when we magic folk are making magic as opposed to just having a good fuck, rub, or lick, it's then that the markings on our bodies ripple and shake and show things. Some things are from the past, some are from our dreams, some from the future. Magnus used to fuck me and Tante Magda absolutely rotten so that he could read our backs and maybe divine a little piece of the future. It was said in the valley that he was extremely good at cards and dicing and well, you can imagine why! He would always come back from town smelling of schnapps and with full pockets! He was using a sort of divination spell. You can make all kinds of magic and get markings to move – either on yourself or on the other magical person you are diddling with!" Oma tapped her beer stein and filled it with more beer and took another long gulp. Her hand found its way down to her hairy patch between her legs and she was giving her drunk old/young body a proper frigging while we spoke now. 

"What about the lightning? Last night there was lightning when we fucked and this morning when I fucked you in the barn. How come there was no lightning when you fucked those three people and you all came?" I was pretty drunk now myself but enjoying the sight of her frigging herself and at the same time administering a new lesson for her star pupil. Her fingers ran faster on her clitty and she raised a foot up onto the bench to tease my cock to life with it. My schwanze didn't need much teasing; I still had not cum after witnessing Oma's interrogation technique on the three hapless intruders.

"Another good question! You see, when we make a magic, our incantation or sex spell or fuck chant or whatever not only creates magic, it excites molecules in the air. It is like walking across a rug on a cold dry day. If there is a cloud nearby and there is enough potential energy – kaboom! Huge lightning strikes and thunderclaps are the result. You just have to be saying your magic or having a spell that you are trying to create to make it happen while you frig or fuck or diddle. The three intruders and I were fucking and yes, and I was using magic on them and you with my mind, but we were not creating anything other than some nice strong orgasms. I have to say I like those just as much, but of course the whole sky firework display thing- with lighting and thunder, is possible with the right application of powers during sex or even masturbation. 

Tante Magda and I and Magnus used to play a naughty game in the fields up high on this mountain over on the other side. We would sit naked in a field on a rock or a stump and diddle ourselves, masturbating hard and chanting. When we would come it would pull a lightning bolt down from the sky. We would try to see who could come closest to a target in the distance; a rock, a dead tree, a mound- top, a fence,... anything. 

Magnus even scared two woodcutters half to death at a distance of about a kilometer with a well-aimed bolt that landed right in front of the two men. They dropped their tools and raced down the mountain never seeing Magnus up on a hill laughing at them. It was a mean trick and Magda scolded him for it! I thought it was funny too but I didn't let Magda see my face when I saw how cross she was. It took a solid three hours of us sweet talking, kissing apologies, fucking, and eating her cunny to calm her down! Making up creates some good sex, but oh,.... where was I? Oh yes, even you can do this thing with your cockie' and your hand!"

"I can? How?"

"Grab your toy soldier and I'll show you!" She turned to the west and looked out over the meadow and at a puffy cumulus cloud up the valley that had been raining recently down onto the plains beyond the mountains. Her hand diddled her cunny and she rocked her pelvis against it on the log bench with her legs wide concentrating. 

"Ok, now you need a spell. A simple spell for rubbing yourself-off goes like this, 'SPRITZEN BLITZ! SPRITZEN BLITZ! Squirt lightning, squirt lightning,' – I admit, its all a little childish and infantile, like telling dirty nursery rhymes in school, but it works and you can pull down a pretty good bolt with just that! ..Now you try."

I faced out into the field and I grabbed my cock. As I began to give my hand a naughty little fuck, I began to mutter SPRITZEN BLITZ! SPRITZEN BLITZ! to myself. My hand found the right rhythm that I wanted and I kept chanting, SPRITZEN BLITZ! SPRITZEN BLITZ! Soon we were both rubbing ourselves hard and furiously chanting SPRITZEN BLITZ! SPRITZEN BLITZ!

"Concentrate and focus on that big stone in the center of the meadow boy! Think of nothing but how good this wank feels and focus on the stone! SPRITZEN BLITZ! SPRITZEN BLITZ! SPRITZEN BLITZ! SPRITZEN BLITZ," Oma panted, her eyes peeled on the grey rock in the center of the meadow. Oma's foot reached over and touched mine and stroked my foot and ankle and calf with her toes as her free hand passed the beer mug to me and then went down between my legs to rub my balls with her fingertips while I stroked my schwanze. The tickling of her fingers was especially exciting and added to my self inflicted sexual agitation.

I took a drink of beer and then shot a glance at Oma focused on the rock. Every now and then she would break focus and shake her head involuntarily as if the sensation her hand on her clitty was too strong or too pleasureable - even for her; then she would return to her focused onanistic incantations. I saw the tattoos on her shoulders ruffling and swaying like a willow tree limb in in a gale as she focused, frigged, and recited that silly rhyme again and again.

I returned to my concentrated wanking while muttering, SPRITZEN BLITZ! SPRITZEN BLITZ! The sky underneath the cloud off in the distance began to grow dark and a rain began to fall in sheets underneath it. I could see the dark underside of the cloud roll and boil as my hand wanked my cock, urged on by the enchanted young woman next to me massaging my balls and stroking my leg. I set the beer mug down and reached over to Oma's cunny and shoved two fingers fingers in her wet cunt hole while she diddled her clitty.

Oma's eyes went narrow to focus on the target and then she went wide eyed and open mouthed in a silent scream. A second later a huge crack sounded from across the valley and I saw a volley of lightning shoot laterally out from the cloud – bright as an arc welder's torch, to land smack in the middle of the stone with a colossal CRASH BOOOOM! Oma shuddered and splashed pearly dewdrops from her cunny upon my hand as she let out a loud OOOOOOOHHHH- AAAAAHHHHHHHH!

A moment later I felt my own crescendo start to rise. Oma sensed this and batted my hand out of the way! In one swift motion she came across the bench and her head went down in my lap, taking my cock into her mouth in luxurious wet strokes with her eyes fixed on the target while I muttered SPRITZEN BLITZ! SPRITZEN BLITZ!

The sky below the cloud again rumbled and I felt my balls surge with the added pleasure provided by the beautiful woman's mouth on my throbber. My crescendo roared from my balls like a train from a long tunnel. I let out a long bawling sobbing AAAWWWWHHHOOOOOHAAAHH! and the cloud shot a white-hot bolt through the sky across the valley, just missing us by fifty meters. It struck the forest in the woods behind us with a sound of CRASHHHH BOOOOM! It was self evident that I would have to work on my accuracy. Oma swallowed my seed in a loud noisy gulp and then came up from my lap smiling.

"That was a good first try! You'll be hitting fenceposts in no time! WELL DONE STEPHAN! Well Done! Now pass that beer, I am thirsty!" She gulped down several swallows and then tapped it for a refill. Then we rested for several minutes while we both panted and passed the beer mug with our arms around each other as the sun streamed down upon us. The cloud in the distance returned to normal and disapated its rain. Soon all that was left was the ozone smell around us from the ligtning hits. 

After ten minutes she handed me the beerstein for another drink and looked restless."Well, I am refreshed but I need to piss! How about you?" I nodded. My bladder was screaming at me too after I came what with all the beer inside me! I knew Oma must have been feeling the need to piss as well.

"Time for another little contest," she giggled drunkenly,"let's see who can piss the farthest!" We sat with our rumps on the edge of the bench with our legs apart. Oma looked at me and opening her labia wide, she gave me a smile as though we were up to something particularly naughty, fun, and shameful. I grabbed my slackening firehose and nodded to her that I was ready.

"Ready Junge! One, two, three. GO!" 

I got off to pissing first and my stream arced through the air and landed in the grass with a characteristic sizzle of a liquid stream striking the ground. Grandmother had a rougher start and she adjusted herself slightly on the edge of her bench, keeping her ass on the edge but raising her knees and feet off the ground. Then she let fly! Her stream arced through the air and the morning sun gleamed brightly on our two fountain jets of golden liquid sparkling brightly as both curved through the air and sizzled merrily in the grass. 

I was clearly winning. I estimated my piss stream was traveling through the air and landing about three and a half meters away. That was when Oma poured on the coal. I looked over and saw her grin turn to a grimace as she went cross eyed slightly and pushed hard. A loud wet fart announced its presence from her arse and she pushed her stream ahead of mine. I was still full of water and I was not to go down to defeat so easily. I redoubled my efforts, tightened my belly, held my breath and pushed. My stream shot ahead of Grandmother's by about five centimeters. I had her! ... For a moment.

Oma bit down on her lip, wrinkled her nose, squinted her crossed eyes and another fart shot from her dunghole like a wet gunshot. Her stream edged a full half meter infront of mine. It was then that she murmured a little somehting from her gritted teeth and her piss stream did a loop the loop in the morning sun and edged another meter ahead of my now diminishing arc of bladder relief. She held this astonishing display for a few seconds before muttering, gritting, and farting once again and the stream arced up and made a second loop in the air before landing another full meter infront of my effort. She looked over at me and broke her concentration smiling.

"Experience always triumphs over youthful vigor!" she said with a wicked grin of a victor. Her face returned to her efforts and she made her piss stream one singular arc again and then joined her spritzing with my stream to land single sizzling puddle in the grass that slowly receaded back to us until we were both empty. I shook myself dry and she wiped her pink folds with her fingers and then hopped off the bench in triumph, flicking the droplets off her fingers into the grass.

"I win! I get to claim a prize for my efforts! C'mon Junge, Grandmother needs special attention!"

She got up, picked up the beer stein tapping to fill it again and walked around to on a log bench facing the stream and turned herself around to face the meadow sitting on her knees with her elbows resting on the back of the bench. She pushed her ass out over the bench so that her rump cheeks hung in mid-air like two tattooed cliffs above her heels and shot me her wicked grin that was implying she was up to no good!

"C'mon doctor, check me for ticks! It is a beautiful day for it and that fucking down in the farmhouse only got me warmed up!" She reached back and gave my cock a tap with her fingertips and winked at me. My cock roared to life and became once again something worthy of an agricultural exhibition! It would just be a question of whether it would be exhibited in the large vegetable exhibition or some barnyard animal display! 

Oma licked her lips in anticipation of what was to happen and then spit on her hand a white blob of foamy saliva. She rubbed the slimy spittle around the entrance to her pink dung hole and presently the mysterious tongue I had seen before, lolled out through the opening and moved the slick wetness around to better lubricate the sphincter entrance. One of the eyes on Oma's rump shot me a COME HERE OFTEN SAILOR? sort of wink, and the tattoos upon her back rippled like circles on a pond that a stone had been tossed into. Oma spit upon her hand again and rubbed some more saliva this time upon my cock to prepare it for a good solid bit of plowing and said, "HOP ON! My rear ditch needs further excavation and you look like a fine ditch digger!" She reached for the beer stein and took a long draught from it before tapping it again. This woman could go all day and all night and we are not just talking sex! 

I positioned myself behind her twin tattooed ass cheeks with both eyes winking at me. Oma must have been working an incantation in her head because her tattoos continued to ripple and dance and the eyes continued to make their lewd enticements, while the mouth around her rectum puckered and licked its lips. As witches go, she was a wicked one!

My ditch digging tool throbbed in my hand as I placed it at the pink pulsating puckered ring of my Grandmother's rose hole and I applied pressure. The ring resisted for a split second and then yielded and my mushroom headed cockwurst began to plow through her rear opening! As I gained entry about a third of my cock length in, I paused and grabbed her tattooed hips for better control and leverage. Oma exhaled and muttered something unintelligible and her tattoos rippled and adjusted themselves like turkey feathers. As I pulled her down onto my shaft another third of the distance, I felt the mischievous magic tongue inside her asshole licking me and lubing me up for the final push! Her rectum began to fellate me just as deftly as though it was her mouth, even making rude slurps of sexual mastication! As I plunged the last third of travel, I noticed that her tattoos rippled and the eyes on her ass winked when she did this trick with her cunny or ass! Pleasure does not begin to describe what I felt!




Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 04



"Oma, you are doing another spell? I figured it has to do something with this trick you do with your arsehole and your cunny – ja?"

"Uuugh oohhh! Nnnnn - Ja! You got it correct Stephan!" She smiled over her shoulder looking back at me grimacing ever so slightly in painful pleasure as I began to saw back and forth in her rude pink rump- hole. 

"Ja Stephan! Fuck me just like that! ....Uggh! JA! Yes,... that trick I do with my cunny and arse is a little something I learned from Tante Magda. I can concentrate and focus and manipulate my internal tissues into all sorts of naughty pleasing things. It is called a spell of bodilyy morphism and it can be particularly pleasing and nasty! I used to do it for your father and it drove him wild!" She panted and smiled as her rectum continued its wicked work on my cock plowing with enthusiasm back and forth in her. 

"I can even do some mischief upon your cock! .....Would you like to see it? It won't hurt you and you'll find it pleasurable!" Another wicked grin, this time with a raised eyebrow flashed my way over her shoulder – she was such a wonderfully bad influence. I nodded.

"Alright Grossmutter. I guess so," I was curious but concerned. With that, she changed the pattern and pace of her chanting. She squinted in tight focused concentration, then her tattoos ruffled and she opened her mouth. I began feeling movement in my cock that I could not explain and it felt like the head continued to move up her back passage with a mind of its own as I thrust in; disturbing me at first, but then it became quite pleasurable as my lap viper dragged itself up the warm damp passage of her inner body core. My lederhosen log turned a series of passages going left then right than left until I lost count and merely continued my fucking, losing myself in the sensation of pleasurable penetration of this beautiful young old woman panting wide-mouthed in front of me!

My cock found another sphincter and pushed through it while Grandmother closed her mouth and gritted her teeth in determination breathing quickly through her nose and whimpering both in pleasure and pain. My cock moved onward through a roomy chamber and found yet another sphincter and pushed against it. Grandmother went wide-eyed and opened her mouth again, this time it stayed open and the tattoos on her back made mad flutterings and ripples until they parted like theater curtains to present a lewd and bizarre play. A young man and two women in a field, naked as the day they were born were copulating enthusiastically. The man appeared to be plowing the older of the two women in the ass as she stood on all fours fucking back into him with rough lusty vigor. The other woman, a bit younger, got on all fours as well and backed herself up to the older woman's mouth. The older woman now appeared to be tonguing her younger female partner's cunny and anus.

My cock seemed know to push up a passage about as tight as before at the beginning but with different sensations. Oma was now wide mouthed but breathing only through her nose and she was moaning strangely from deep inside her body. My cock-tip felt like it ran now straight into the back of what appeared to be a tongue which raked against the underside of my penis. In the scene on Oma's back, the younger of the two women went wide mouthed and backed hard into the mouth of the older woman while the man plowed the older woman's arse roughly throwing his head up and down in wonderful agony. The older woman bored her mouth into the younger woman's ass and the young woman seemed to only be able to hold her mouth open and shake her head from side to side. A moment later, the man's erect penis exited the younger woman's mouth and stood proudly wagging in the wind! Unmistakably, his penis had traveled the length of both women's guts and entrails, and was now lolling out playfully from the woman's open mouth!

Now I felt my cock-tip pass a tongue and two sets of teeth before exiting a pair of lips as Grandmother let out a final moan through her nostrils. The head of my cock emerged from her mouth like a snake from a burrow and stood rigid in the air before beginning to sway back and forth like a cobra. Its head flattened slightly to give it a vaguely cobra-like appearance as it danced to and fro, swaying hypnotically before us. Grandmother looked back over her shoulder, my cock now a long fleshy serpent exiting her lips and gave me a wink! The hole in my penis-head winked at me as well. My Grandmother has always been such a showoff!

With that, my penis began to resume its normal shape and Oma focused her concentration as the cock receded, and backed its way into her mouth; in past her lips, teeth tongue and throat. As it retreated into her gut, she let out a loud audible gasp sounding like HAAAAAHHHHHWWW! as if she had dove into a pond and had now surfaced for air! The tattoos on Oma's back now showed the man's cock disappear into the woman's mouth and she gasped and panted before separating from the older woman's mouth to turn around and give the other woman a full kiss on the lips, shaking her head and mane from side to side with passion. The man bucked and humped and came in the older woman's ass and the three collapsed in a cuddling heap before the tattoos closed and merely rippled slightly.

"So you like my little display?"

"Unngh, yes," I answered enjoying the sensation of my cock sliding down the zig zag course of Oma's.

"I thought you would like my little surprise!"

"I saw on your back three people, a young man, a young woman, and an older woman in a field and,"

"And the man had his cock spearing right up through the asses of both women until it came out the younger woman's mouth and did a dance in the wind?" She said this with a smile and wink over her shoulder as I nodded to her. My cock had now retreated down the last of her intestines and was lodged snuggly in the nest of her lower bowels where it had started from. I fucked back and forth listening as she explained.

"You saw Magnus fucking his mother, my beautiful Tante Magda. She had her mouth locked on my arsehole so that the great cock of Magnus was able to travel up my rear hole and come out my mouth! Yes, we did this many times and with many variations indeed! What you saw was a past snapshot that the magic decided to explain for you, – so as to help you understand what was happening! The three of us used to make this trick in many different ways with each other. Sometimes I would bend over and suck my cousin's cock, and his penis would come out my arse into Magda's rectum as she would back up to me, rump to rump. Other times we would do just as you saw there on the field. Another time I took his cock up my ass and it came out my mouth into Magda's cunny so that Magnus could shower his mother's insides with his seed! Then there was the time his cock traveled up Magda's ass out her mouth, into mine and then exited my rump to go back and forth pumping seed into both our cunnies. The possibilities seemed endless but it would tire out the spell caster. Very tiring indeed as well as naughty! ...Since the three of us were magical folk, we pooled our powers like having a team pulling on a rope in a tug-o-war; so that we could 'make things last' and enjoy the wonderful novel strangeness of it all!"

I plowed back and forth now with ardent purpose into Oma's warm, pink, naughty, nether-hole hole as she cooed encouragement and urged me on. My cock was now overwhelmed and all consumed with the warm slippery sensations of her ass tunnel. She began to smile at me lewdly as she panted and her hand found her clit and cunny. Her other hand found the beer mug and she took a long drink before passing it to me, the beer spilling a little over her lips and down her chin to the ground. One handed, I drank and thrust into her rude rump before handing it back to her, only for her to tap and refill it again. 

"Oh JA, that is it boy! Bugger your Oma! BUGGER ME! FUCK ME HARD! Mein Arsch needs your balls to present it with a special gift of egg-white that only they can give!" She chuckled at her joke, and drank. Then with the same lewd smile, she hit me with a torrent of lewd obscenities and double meanings all more lurid than the last as her fingers worked her cunny and clitty. She now had to set the half full beer mug down as we now were fully engaged in the tumultuous and all-consuming vortex of a most beautiful assfuck! Oma need more though. She grabbed one of my hands and she pushed my fingers up against her erect clitoris, urging me desperately to rub it while she shoved her fingers up into her cunny hole, her face tormented and twisted with needful lust! 

After a moment or two it had the effect both of us were looking for. The cloud way up the valley found one last bolt of lightning in its quiver of electrical arrows and sent it across the sky directly into the boulder I had been trying to hit before creating a great CRASH BOOM! shaking the ground and filling the air with ozone! Both our mouths screamed out in a simultaneous joyful orgasmic call skyward! As Oma shook from head- to- toe wide mouthed, I howled for joy as my balls sent a load of egg-white protein up into her bowels just as she had requested! We shook , and shook, and shook again in our mutual spasms of joy, as the tattoos on Oma's back fluttered and rippled until finally becoming still.

We separated and my cock made an audible POP from Oma's rectum. She farted loudly as some of my egg-white seed spilled from her pink puckery rose-hole, which now had a noticeable gape like a dark red cave entrance between two hills! We sat on the bench facing the stream panting and smiling; enjoying the sun on our naked satiated bodies passing the beer mug between us, and now quite tired, content, ...and more than a little drunk! 

At that point, we heard moans and calls down in the valley coming from the woods that our three intruders had disappeared into long before. Now the calls became a great moaning chorus of joyful howls, hitting a zenith for about ten seconds and then it died off. We looked at each other and giggled. A few minutes later they emerged from the woods holding their clothes and were awkwardly trying to dress as they made their way down the road to their headquarters over in the next valley. From time to time, they looked back over their shoulders to see if anyone was watching while they hurried. People WERE watching, ...US! Oma and I released howling roars of laughter, making us fall into each other and nearly knock us both off the bench! It was a good three minutes before we could do anything from the laughing, and then we could only pass the beer and giggle.

"That will make them sleep tonight! If they remember anything from inside the farmhouse, I doubt they will tell a soul," Oma snorted and giggled into her beer glass! All I could do was giggle and nod! I had just cum twice in an hour and the beer which was hitting both our heads quite hard, making me especially giddy; so that when I saw the three intruders nervously running down the road half-dressed and holding their clothes (and apparently each other's clothes in an effort to scoop everything up and dress), as they hurried down the road looking over their shoulders, ...well, -it was too much! The power of speech failed me for a good while! When I finally spoke however, I had a question as always.

"Oma, what should I do? Do you think I should turn myself into the Americans? The Ami's will be here in a few days I am certain. It will be unsafe for you, and much as you like you cannot fuck the entire American Army!"

"Hhhm true, I cannot fuck them all, but I WOULD like to die trying, she giggled. Hhhhmmm, I will work on this. Don't worry, I have gotten out of stickier things in the past and I now can see I have a superb new piece of cock attached to a wonderful lover! You don't have to worry about leaving or getting caught. You just have to keep your strength up and make my teeth and bones rattle at night – and during the long days, that wouldn't hurt either! (giggle) No, I'll think of something, you can count on it! I'll wager my weight in gold!"

"It's a shame you can't make gold. Can you?"

"No, potions, beer, healing and making love is what I do best. Oh yes, I tried making gold; all of us try but I was not much good at alchemy. Your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, grandmother Fiorina was supposed to be a natural at it. In fact, it saved her from the bonfires of the local Bishop when he went on a witch burning frenzy. Several witches and innocent non-magic folk were burned or hung. She was saved by a local duke who knew a good thing when he saw it and he rescued her the day before her execution, had her charges dropped, and set her up in his castle over in the next valley. She made gold out of lead for him, as well as medicines. He kept her employed on the staff as head alchemist as it were. Apparently at night she had other duties; to include shagging the old duke rotten!" Grandmother retrieved two cigars from the sack and lit them with a snap of her fingers before she handed me one. She then produced two sandwiches from the magical bag. We puffed, ate, and drank enjoying the climbing of the sun as it kissed our bodies and she continued the story. 

"Anyhow, the Duke never ran out of money but he did run out of life and finally died; so Fiorina, - still a young woman, took a large bag of gold and set off to the hills where she found a fellow much like her. He was a mountain wizard! She and the wizard continued the line in happiness with many magical children that led all the way to you! Apparently the duke's family managed to hang onto the wealth and one of his descendants, a duchess, built the large palace in the same valley next door to us, with the duke's old ruined castle looking down upon it! The duchess was a randy sort of lady and she had many courtiers and lovers; both male and female it was said. Quite a bit of naked shenanigans and sexual hooliganism deliciously occurred inside those walls I can tell you! One of Fiorina's descendants had apparently been summoned to the palace for her curative abilities when the duchess had too much partying and revelry and come down with a nasty headache and tummy bug. After administering the proper treatments the lecherous duchess took a certain shine to this girl; she brought her to her bed chamber and after a night of Sapphic cavorting the young woman showed her something that had been passed down through the generations in her family, making lead into gold. The duchess died richer than she started I'm told. Our family has been in this valley and the surrounding valleys ever since but the whole lead into gold thing, well...I hope someday we have somebody who could pull it off but it won't be me. "

Oma told other stories of the family and its exploits and tragedies. I had no idea so much history and adventure had befallen us or that we had been a party to. My mother and father never spoke of it and my aunt never mentioned a word either. We eventually finished the sandwiches and puffed our cigars. Grandmother grabbed some strange bluish purple lichens from a nearby rock protruding from the ground and crushing them up dropped them into the beer mug which she tapped. After muttering a few words to the mug, a slight blue glow momentarily lit her face. She handed it to me. 

"Drink! This will keep you from feeling like you will have a monster headache later!" I did as she commanded and drank but did not find beer. The mug was full of water from the stream. 

"Water?"

"We need that now more than anything," she grinned at me and took the mug for a good long drink before handing it back to me making me do the same. To tell the truth, for all the beer I swallowed she was right, no headache later!

About that time we heard the BAA! BAA! of several sheep coming up over the far side of the meadow. Two blonde women, one older, one younger crested the edge of the far slope and then stood silhouetted against the panoramic sweep of the valley in the brilliant noon sun. One appeared to have a picnic basket and one had a blanket. 

Oma had me drop down to hide behind the benches. 

"I want to see who these two are before I make ourselves announced, "she said.

I started to grab my clothes and shoes but she stopped me with her hand and calmed me with, "Wait, wait, just sit back and puff that cigar. All in good time! Relax! Sneaking around naked in fields and spying on people is half the fun of being a sex witch! Besides, I think I know the older lady." I did as she said and stayed low on the ground next to her as we finished our cigars. We crushed out our cigar stubs and Oma shot me a look that said –C'mon and she put the beer mug in the sack. She retrieved an old pipe from the bag, lit it,.. and motioned for me to follow her. We were up to mischief- I could tell by the naughty smile etched on her face!

We walked up the hill and to the woods quietly, but naked as can be; Oma puffing her pipe in great clouds of billowing tobacco smoke that filled the air. I was a little nervous but Oma remained calm and determined. The old woman was intent on checking this pair out. Neither of the women had seen us and I wondered why. Then I got in the answer presently.

"Stay in my pipe cloud," she whispered like we were sneaking up on a deer, "it's an old trick I used to play to get around. You'll be invisible and relatively quiet."

"So why are we still naked?"

"One, I like to see you in the nude, and two, I think it will be advantageous in a few minutes if this older lady is who I think she is! I probably should change out of this younger woman's body and back into my usual self though!" With that, she muttered something and her body morphed slowly into the old woman I knew as my grandmother. I still had no problem fucking her damned good and hard given current events of the last two days!

We sneaked quietly up the grassy slope and into the woods on the south side of the meadow. There was a little woodcutter's path covered with pine needles which made our passage swifter and even more silent. At one point the path climbed up the hill and to the left, until it crested upon a small ridge about fifty meters above the meadow, and far enough back in the trees, so that even without Oma's magic it would be hard to see us. From our vantage point we could see the herd of sheep spreading out across the meadow, even munching grass near the rock that we had hit with our masturbatory lightning show. We could also make out that the woman and the girl were set about spreading a blanket on the grass near the west edge of the meadow in the grass. We saw them unpack food and what looked like a large wine skin. 

The women passed the skin back and forth and then began looking around. The older woman said something to the girl stroking her hair and the girl nodded her blonde head with a smile. Oma and I squatted silently behind a large tree trunk and watched intently with the pipe smoke shrouding us. Even though Oma's magic safely obscured us we really didn't need any magic at this distance. The pair of women kissed and then began to slip out of their clothes. Soon both were clad except the girl kept on shoes and short woolen stockings. The older woman had shucked off all clothing and was bare to the world. They kissed again and embraced before both then fell down on the blankets cuddling, talking, drinking, and taking in the sun, as it warmed their bodies. We watched silently as the older woman (who was in her late forties), wrapped a leg over the hips of the young girl (who was about nineteen). The older woman gave the girl a deep open mouthed kiss while she rubbed her hair, neck, and shoulders. Her seasoned hands found firm young breasts, which she tweaked and pinched as the young woman smiled and giggled. The girl now reciprocated the caresses and tweaks of her partner's more larger breasts which drooped a bit (due to the march of time), but still looked good enough to rub, pinch, or suck on.




Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 04



"So THAT is what they are up to!" Oma whispered and smiled puffing out a huge cloud from the pipe watching the scene. A fox grin slowly spread across her face as she reached over and grabbed my naked cock, giving it strokes and rubs. I didn't know it yet, but she was cranking me up for what was to come!

"And I thought WE were the only ones up here today for a good naked tumble! What luck! But then again, it is spring; people often give in to thoughts of flesh after a long nasty winter yields itself to sunny skies and warm days!" She then looked at me and smiled.

"Let's get a closer look at this naughty horizontal mischief! I am sure I know the older one," Oma said with the wicked grin of somebody who had witnessed countless similar scenes from behind trees and rocks in these mountains. She led me by my cock along the path silently stroking me and simultaneously steering me like I was a piece of ardent livestock being taken to pasture. The path forked and went off sloping down to the meadow on the right while it turned off deeper into the woods to the left. We went right and silently down the path we crept. The path became parallel with the edge of the meadow but far enough back so that we still could not be seen by the women in the meadow, who were other-wised engaged in more pressing activities!

From our vantage point in the bushes, we saw the older woman spread her legs and the girl moved in between her legs to lap at the old woman's cunny like a kitten with a saucer of milk. The woman closed her eyes and opened her mouth in pleasure. Two young deft hands reached up to pinch and tweak her middle-aged bosoms and teats. Two older experienced hands reached down and guided the girl's blonde head around in the blonde crotch which rose to meet the junior conspirator's eager tongue, grinding hard against the eager gobbling mouth. As she turned her head our way with her eyes shut, the older woman groaned and panted, her breasts jiggled and heaved. Her face suddenly was recognized by Oma who let out a barely perceptible gasp of surprise, having seen an old friend under pleasant circumstances.

"That is Katarina! I don't know the girl, but that lady is Katarina and it looks like the girl is enjoying a little porridge between her legs! ... Can't blame her! As I recall, old Kat had lovely tasting pink porridge pot between those thighs," Oma whispered over to me. My grandmother bent at the waist, and pulled my now stiff schwanze around to the back of her and looked over her shoulder at me with a wicked smile. 

"Let's enjoy the show for a little bit Stephan, but I will not let you cum in me. I want you to save it. Save it for later in those two! You can fuck me ever so hard, but I will hold your seed back with my mind. I've had Katarina many times in years past and you are in for a treat! I imagine if the girl is half as good as old Kat, we'll both have a good time indeed, but for now- just fuck me and watch things! Ja?" I nodded and placed my cock at the back of her crotch and Oma's fingers guided me up the entrance into the warmth of her cunt. I then grabbed her hips and began to stroke and plow slowly as she bent at the waist, both of us watching the two women fornicate at about twenty paces away - oblivious to our own lewd cavorting!

With the earlier exception of Oma this morning with the cruel blonde intruder, the two women having sex was something new for me to behold. I found it to be something wonderfully enchanting and at the same time forbidden. It was beautiful to watch and fascinating for me at the same time. I found myself vigorously plowing Oma in appreciation of the two Sapphic contestants performing on the blanket to our front. My excitement rose and rose, and it was a good thing Oma was keeping me from spritzing the contents of my balls too early; the sensation of her cunt added deliciously to the view of the two women and would have been otherwise too much for me, despite having just cum earlier at that edge of the meadow in Oma's wonderfully rude rear door!

I leaned forward and whispered a question in Oma's ear and kissed her neck while a plowed in slow deliberate strokes, "So how did you know they were up to mischief when you saw them Oma? Don't lots of people come up here on the mountain to just work or walk and enjoy the outdoors?"

"Oh Ja! They do! They surely do," whispered Oma as she puffed her pipe and wrinkled her nose in pleasure as I stroked my cock into her. "It is just that the seclusion and privacy provided by these mountains and woods, and thickets, well,....encourages some to lose their clothes and do things not fit for discussion at a church supper! People who are intent at getting a little naked foolery done throw off a certain amount of energy that a sex witch like myself, or my Tante, or any of a number of our relatives can pick up on. It's a bit like a wolf knowing there is a dead animal a mile or so off, because he can smell it on the wind and if he follows his nose, -it will take him to a fine if not slightly rotten meal. 

I've walked up on plenty of people up in these mountains that thought they were all alone with their sweetheart, only to join in on the merriment or rub one out from the safety of the trees and bushes watching like we are doing now!" Another wicked grin came over her face as she remembered things past. Such a bad girl, such a terrible, wicked, wonderful bad girl, that grandmother of mine!

Within a few minutes the woman bucked and humped the girl's face as the young filly gobbled heartily at the noon-time snack provided by the older woman's golden haired crotch. The older more experienced woman went wide eyed and a silent scream presented itself from her wide open mouth. Then the orgasm hit the older woman! She shook and humped and ground the blonde haired head of the younger woman hard and rough straight into her genitals! She bawled, cursed, and howled through a loud hard climax soaking the younger woman's face with an alpine cascade of juice. Oma and I appreciatively bucked and fucked against each other as the show had inspired us to sooth itches in our own loins.

The two ladies now looked into each other's eyes a bit and whispered happy things to each other of an intimate nature, their faces etched with broad happy smile. Then the girl asked the older woman an inaudible question to which the older woman nodded in reply. The two got up and changed positions; this time with the older forty-something woman lying on the blanket legs slightly parted, while the girl squatted down feet wide apart until her rump and cunny rested upon the face of the older woman who opened up her mouth and began to gobble at the young blonde haired honeypot. The girl shut her eyes and her jaw dropped open like a marionette. She was overcome by the sensations provided by the older one's seasoned lips and tongue. Oma and I humped each other in sympathetic ardor and I wiggled my thumb down to tickle Oma's pink rectum which was opening and closing involuntarily like a wicked camera shutter!

Oma took a long puff on her pipe and produced a large billowing cloud of smoke around us and then passed the pipe to me. I took the pipe in my teeth and my lungs gave it a tug to taste the tobacco. I found the flavor strange but wonderful, and I blew a large cloud from my mouth. A second later, I felt a huge jolt in my cock as it became hard as a newly cut oak beam! 

"A little happy side effect of that tobacco! I have laced it with a few bits of lichen and toadstool extract that have a certain 'effect' on people's naughty parts. You've fucked me a couple of times today but I imagine you'll go a great deal longer with me and these two now that the weed has hit your lungs...and your balls too I'll wager! It's completely homemade. I call it, 'bull weed', and it makes people want to get at it like two cats in heat! Here, rub Oma's clitty and tell me what you feel!" I reached underneath her and found her clitoris particularly solid, almost like I was pushing my finger against an olive rather than a woman's clitoris.

"Your pink button, it's so big and hard! " I whispered in surprise.

"Yes my dear," Oma sighed with her eyes now bolted upon the two women having sex just a few paces away from us as I plowed her cunny and frigged upon her clitty, "very...hard..so hard I could fuck all ...day! It feels just like a tick, fat with blood." She turned her head slightly and I leaned forward and gave her a hard lusty open mouthed kiss before we went back to fucking and watching the Sapphic performance. 

The wide mouthed girl began to rotate her ass around on the woman's face as the sensations of pleasure became a bit much for her but she still did not wish to pull away. She reached forward with one hand and stroked and fingered the older woman's cunny and clitoris with appreciation of the fine job the older mouth was accomplishing underneath her. The older woman responded by spreading her legs and thrusting her hips up and hard against the young talented fingers. Within a few minutes the moans of the girl began to be punctuated by emphatic, "OH OH OH OHs", and I knew what was coming next! The girl went wide eyed and her mouth snapped shut, then the characteristic wide mouthed silent gasp came, followed by both of her eyes screwing shut while she furiously humped the older woman's hungry gobbling mouth. She had found the right pace and sensation and she was struck by a forceful climax causing her to toss her head back and bawl loudly while she shook and humped the woman's face. A squishy wet sloshing sound emanated from her pubis and the older woman began to sound like she was feasting on a particularly juicy and sloppy ripe peach. Tremor after tremor hit the bucking face-fucking body of the young woman and her call of joy to the heavens continued in a sort of, "AHHHWWWWWW!" thing, that went on for several moments. Finally her crescendo subsided and all that was left was her sitting weakly atop her benefactor's face, her head bowed and panting while the older woman bestowed wet loud kisses on her pink drippy crotch petals beneath. 

Presently they separated and then lay on the blanket embracing. It was at this point Oma separated from me, grabbed me by my now absolutely rigid throbbing member, seized her pipe, and put it back into her teeth before stepping out of the bushes to make her presence known. It must have been quite a shock for the two women to see my old naked grandmother; nude all except for her red kerchief in her hair, puffing on her pipe in the mid-day sun and leading an obviously sexually keen young man from the bushes by his cock like a bull being led from a barn to be bred.

"Well Katarina! How lovely!" Grandmother announced like she had bumped into the woman at a marketplace and didn't care a bit that the only clothing between the four of us was her red kerchief, the girls stockings, and her shoes!

The two women jumped a bit on the blanket in surprise and then the older woman with a broad smile of recognition patted the younger one on the hip to reassure her.

"It's alright Anka. I know this woman, and by the looks of things, I'd say soon so will you as well, ..... HILDA! HOW ARE YOU? I haven't seen you in so long,-too long!....Missed you so terribly dear!" She bolted to her feet and charged over to my grandmother to bestow upon her the most passionate of embraces and kisses. Apparently there had been a lot between the two! Her eyes now fell on me, "Who is THIS fine one you are leading by the cock? So! You have captured another young one in your snare to satisfy some of those wicked cravings I see!" Kat moved over to me stroking my stomach.

"The young one is my nephew, Stephan. I am teaching him .....things," Oma said with a sly wink. Her eyes fell upon the young girl. "And who is this sweet pretty mountain flower you have been plucking?"

"This is Annika, my niece. I guess given your history you wouldn't be one to judge, or report us?" Katarina said a bit nervously.

"Oh put it out of your head Katti! I just felt your presence up here and knew you were up to a bit of no-good naked mischief so we got up from the other side of the meadow and snuck through the woods for a quick peek. Quite a show you two put on! Anyhow, we wanted to come see if we could turn this into a foursome! I have a hard cock, my pipe and tongue to trade for some of that wine and your two cunnies if you're interested!"

Katarina looked down and reached for my cock, as Oma nodded, happy to make a bit of a barter. Katti stroked it and marveled. The girl on the blanket looked on, transfixed.

"That is one NICE bit of summer sausage! It would be so in-hospitable not to have you join us, besides we could BOTH go for a bit of plowing." She dropped to her knees and gave my cock a suck for a minute or so, the sensation of her mouth on my schwanze told me she was as skilled with her lips and tongue as was Oma. She let my cock smash her right into the back of her throat; making herself gag before she came up for air coughing and sputtering.

"Ach, too much of a good thing but never mind, let's see how well he fucks!" She rose to her feet and led me by my cock to the blanket and the young woman, then she guided me down beside her niece (not that I needed to be forced or guided). She lay down next to the two of us and was joined by Oma. The two older women became spectators, watching us. While Anka and I shyly cuddled, the two more experienced women kissed and caressed and stroked each other's breasts, asses, and naughty parts. Kat finally broke the ice between myself and her niece. 

"Well lad, get up on her! It's not as though she has not had the cock before! She and I have shared plenty of village men up in these meadows and in a few of the local barns as well, now get to it!" I did as I was told. Katti was as decent coach if there ever was one. Oma looked at me with a smile of silent encouragement from behind Kat's shoulder as she kissed the woman's neck. Her hand went from one of Katti's nipples to the other tweaking and pinching. She then handed the pipe to Katti and then continued to fondle her Sapphic playmate from years gone by with loving hands! Katarina took a puff of the pipe and let the smoke hit her lungs. She exhaled and drew hard with another puff as Grandmother's hand roamed down her belly and into her blonde thatch of pubes. A moment later Katti went wide eyed with realization.

"BULL WEED! You have been giving this lad BULLWEED?! ACH DU HIMMEL! Hilda, that boy will be here all day fucking my niece! I'll never get a turn," she giggled this with a wink to my Oma as she reached back behind her to find the swollen button of pulsing sex that was Oma's clitty and began to rub it. Her face betrayed more shock and surprise when her fingers touched my grandmother's engorged clitoris.

"ACH! You have something the size of a pink raspberry in your flower petals Hilda!" Katti must have known that soon the pipe would have the same effect on her little berry as well! Already her nipples looked like swollen red maraschino cherries that would burst apart at any second. Grandmother for her part, only gave a wicked toothy grin to Katarina and continued to masturbate and lewdly fondle her lesbian partner.

I turned and looked at Annika. She spread her legs and matter-of-factly pushed me between her thighs with a smile. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and her eyes flashed with a mix of excitement and friendliness. 

"You have a pretty face, - I like your eyes too," she told me although her hands were already appreciating other parts of me. "Mmmm!" was all that came from her lips as she guided the head of my member into the entrance to her cunt-hole through the thicket of blond pubic hair. Her legs spread wide and her feet came slightly off the ground like she had done this a few times before. She kissed my neck and bit my shoulder in a playful nip. Clearly she was no novice!

"Kiss me," she said and I complied. While our open mouths pressed together enjoying each other's tastes, she grabbed my ass and I pushed my cock into the wet mushroomy dampness of her warm cunny. A delightful fleshy sensation of sex engulfed my cock it seemed from all directions and her inner tunnel accommodated the length and width of my organ. Clearly no novice indeed! We entwined tongues and mashed our lips together as I sank in up to my balls into her luxurious sex! She let out a small wet fart as she accommodated me and we broke our lip-lock and giggled.

"I guess, further introductions are unnecessary!" My joke produced a loud smiling laugh from her that let me know all was good, - I could be at ease in this whole thing and not have to worry too much about first impressions!  I settled into a nice comfortable fuck rhythm as she raised her legs back further and bent her knees, her hands gripping my buttocks. 

Katarina passed the pipe to me and with a note of encouragement in her voice spoke to us, "Here boy! Give her a few puffs on this so she stands a chance against that monster between your legs!" She laughed with Oma at her joke as I put the pipe between Annika's lips. Anka took a long hard puff and I realized she was also well accustomed to smoking. She held it in her lungs then exhaled through her nostrils in two streams of bullweed smelling smoke. She took another long puff and held it as well, before releasing it. About ten seconds later it hit her and she began bucking up and against my thrusts with an ardor I had not experienced even from my times with Oma! I handed the pipe back to the two older women who continued to pass it between the two of them as Oma got atop Kat to get about their business. 

Oma and Kat were quite the picture on the edge of the blanket next to us! Both sat upright in a passionate embrace shooting glances at us and then back to each other's attentions. Belly to belly, bolt upright, each woman had one leg bent up and hooked over the other one's straight leg, which extended out along the ground. It is hard to describe what I saw. Oma had her left leg bent and over Katti's straight right leg. Oma's right leg lay out straight with Kat's leg bent and raised over it. In this way the two seasoned women were able to rub their cunny parts in a particularly passionate lesbian embrace. They kissed deeply with the open mouthed probing passion of two lovers who had many times shared wonderful "things" between them, and they stroked each other's faces and breasts. They cooed sweet nothings to each other while looking from time to time at Annika and me fucking beside them and giggling at our own spectacle! Particularly interesting was the way their cunnies seemed to bump and mash together right at the pelvic bone region. This became a frantic bumping motion like their crotches were made of wood and they would somehow achieve combustible friction sufficient to light a lusty little bonfire between the two of them. Anka' and I matched their frictions as we ground our crotch bones in sympathetic appreciation before we eventually returned back to deep long poking thrusts, courtesy of my rampant charger and my blonde partner's tugs on my ass-cheeks with her hands!

Oma and Katarina now changed positions again with Kat lying on her back legs spread apart and knees to her chest. Oma, always the dominant one it seemed with another lady, moved between her legs and lapped at her honey pot for a few minutes before moving up Kat's body kissing her belly, breasts, neck, and finally her lips in a deep long kiss. My grandmother now had her pubis aligned directly in line with Kat's the way traditionally a man and a woman lay in their marriage bed. 

From this position between Kat's legs, she and her lady-friend were able to joyously fuck their clittys together bestowing passionate kisses to each other's lips and face and the sound of their moans were something to hear! It was good I thought to have all the noise of the sheep baa-ing in the meadow to conceal the sounds of the two frolicking women, and us! Anka' and I continued to watch them while maintaining now our long strokes, going back and forth between giggling and kissing, all the while I was grateful that Oma's spell was not letting me shoot my seed too soon. I wanted this to be good for the spectacular young blonde girl! 




Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 04



From the sound of things, the two women lying next to us began to hit a zenith in their engagement after a couple of minutes. Their moans became louder and they began cursing in between kisses and making shorter, more rapidly paced strokes against their pubic bones until both women called in a loud, sobbing, wonderfully shaking crescendo! It left them both covered in sweat and gasping for air in sweet smiling breaths as they gazed into each other's eyes. Both women caressed each other's faces and whispered pillow talk oblivious to the stares of Annika and myself as we used the other two for a sort of lewd and lascivious inspiration!

I turned back to Anka and kissed and sucked on her neck as I slewed my cockwurst in and out of her juicing cunny. One of her hands left my ass and ran through my hair – Oma may have been right...I could sense that she wanted me to kiss her neck and suck tenderly at the flesh and her hand now guided my head in appreciation, just as her other hand guided my buttocks into the exertions of my loins. It was as if I could interpret exactly what she wanted for me to do next; and although I couldn't understand it, I decided to just go with it. I became aware that the two women next to us had risen to their feet and were now lying on either side of us, watching and stroking themselves between their thighs. 

"There you go my fine colt! Breed that young filly," Katarina whispered over my shoulder.

"She'll be ready in a shortly! I can sense her tension rising," Oma observed intently next to my ear before planting a kiss on my shoulder and one on Anka's mouth. Kat nodded in agreement and roughly grabbed me by the hair. She planted a kiss upon my mouth as I fucked nice hard strokes into Anka's quim. Kat's tongue probed around in my mouth and cheeks, giving me a good dental inspection before she broke the lip lock and let go my hair. To tell the truth, the tug on my hair combined with the wet warmth of her niece's cunt felt great as she kissed me, and it was only because Oma still had control of my seed pump that I did not cum right there at that moment! 

Oma seized my hair, cooing and kissing me, pausing to allow Annika to do the same to me while I continued to fuck and fuck and fuck. Kat now kissed down my neck and back, licking and biting playfully as she went. When she got to my rump, she gave both bucking cheeks a slap and then continued with her licks and bites until she reached my balls. A second later I felt my balls engulfed in the warm wetness of the Katarina's mouth. Now she was ever so careful and gentle, but at the same time she sucked my balls with the determination of an experienced woman who knows what she likes; and right then it was to have a pair of sweaty hairy fucking testicles in her mouth that were ready to unload! 

Oma slipped a hand in between our pelvises and diddled Annika's clitty as my cock slewed in and out of her, my pubic bone colliding with Oma's determined fingers. At the same time I felt in addition to Kat's sucking mouth on my balls an odd sensation on the underside of my cock only to realize a moment later that Kat had two fingers up Anka's rectum and was stroking my shaft through her vaginal wall! Anka's eyes went wide and she let out a loud gasp that became a broad panting moaning smile of excited grunts followed by a series of loud- OH's! I knew the time was right. 

I imagined two fingers inside the core of Anka's body and with my mind I brought the fingers together in a SNAP!  It was all that it took. Anka's eyes snapped shut and opened again. Her mouth closed, she bit her lip and then bucking her hips up to meet my thrusts, with Oma's hands on her clitty and her Tante's digits buggering her anus. She threw her mouth open wide and let out a loud, " AHHHHHHHH! OOOOOHHH!!! AAAAHHH!" Her body shuddered and trembled as her cunny gushed pearls of dew that dribbled from her font and down my thrusting poker before depositing in a dampness on the blanket. 

An instant later as a second crescendo hit Annika throwing her into more maddened calls of joy. Oma released her hold on my seed with her mind and my balls fired like two charge bags in the breach of a cannon, sending my semen in a molten jet up and out of my spitting cock to plaster the inner recesses of Anka's inner pink pleasure trove! 

I howled in joyful agony as a second jolt sent another hot steaming jet of man mustard up into Annika while her Tante continued to suck my balls, urging them to unload themselves. Anka shuddered again with me once more as Kat continued to suck my balls until the throbbing quakes in my loins ceased, then she sucked a few more gentle tugs in a sort of soothing playfulness. Finally, two older women separated and rolled to either side of us. Anka and I just paused, panting and sweating and trying to catch our breath. 

After half a minute I rolled off the weakly smiling contented girl and laid beside her on the blanket. I noticed instantly that she had dripped a big wet fishy puddle on the blanket, not that I cared. I was content (as were the other three), to simply stare at the sky and watch the clouds move. Then Grandmother broke the silence by passing the pipe and asking me if I wanted a smoke while Kat drank from the wine skin and passed it from the other direction. The pipe went to each of the victorious participants who were now halfway through the day's sexual combat there on the meadow, lying on the blanket that was stained in a few places from drippings of passion. Rude and randy jokes were now exchanged, and giggles and cackles and pipe smoke filled the air. Oma tapped the wine skin to refill it and took a long drink before passing it to myself and Annika. 

"You see, Anka!" exclaimed Kat who pointed at Oma after she performed her trick with the wine bag. "I told you the old girl has wonderful powers! Absolutely wonderful powers!"

"Tante tells me all kinds of amazing and naughty stories about you Miss Hilda," Anka smiled at Oma sweetly.

"Well, I don't know what to say. Girl, you need to believe a quarter of what you hear in this world and half of what you see!" Oma chuckled as her pipe came back to her for a puff.

"Oh- she is so modest," Kat corrected, "Why in your time Hilda, ....you have done more healing, more magic, and more fucking, than any other woman I know of your enchanted sort!"

"Well I don't know, I think you are just trying to flatter me," Oma blushed and puffed smiling on her pipe. 

"Oh I don't flatter you lover," Kat responded, "I am richer to know you!" She blew Oma a kiss from across me and Anka as we shared the contents of the wine bag. We took a gulp from the bag and then Kat unpacked a picnic lunch from the basket. It was mostly rationed food but these two ladies were sharing what they had and we were grateful as much for their hospitality as we were for the earlier lovemaking. After a half hour of snacking , Kat stood up, naked against the sky and surveyed the sheep. Satisfied that they had not moved much, and seeing that I had finished my food, she pushed me back against the ground and reached for my cock.

"I plan on some sausage for desert. This one will do! Hope you don't mind if I borrow your grandson Hilda," Kat chuckled before sinking her mouth down upon my slackened penis. She gave it a few wet strokes and soon my trouser trooper was standing up (even if slightly crouched from all his exertions from the morning)! Katarina's sucking mouth and tongue reinvigorated the poor fellow into an agitated state of alertness. There is something nice about a girl's mouth on your cock but I have since found that older women possess a certain skill and panache at doing such lovely intimate work and Kat was evidently just as skilled as Oma, - it's just that I had already cum a great deal, and the best I could manage was a partially bent cucumber of a cock .

"You better puff on this! Here finish it, it's almost gone," said Grandmother handing me her pipe. I pulled hard, puffing on the pipe while Kat made noisy wet slurps puffing on the other "smokering pipe" down between my legs. The bullweed did the trick. As I finished it and sadly the embers burned away, my schwanze-wurst became properly erect. Grandmother took the pipe back and reached underneath my balls, giving them a little tap saying a few magic words in her strange ancient language. A moment passed and then my already stiff penis became a roaring veiny priapism at the mercy of Kat's wet, salivating, stroking mouth. I fell back onto my elbows and turned my head up to the sky, eyes closed enjoying the mouth doing its business on my raging cock. This wonderful sensation went on for a minute until Katarina finally pulled her mouth off with a loud wet lip-smack and leered at me.

"Alright, time for me to ride that fine veiny charger!" With that Kat stood up, moved to where both of her feet stood to either side of my hips, and then sat down on my wonderfully aching telegraph pole! She took the head of my penis in one hand and guided it into her cunny entrance before releasing it. She then sank down with her full weight until she had slid delightfully down my shaft and her cut lips were almost touching my balls. Oma rose to her feet eyeing us intently and then looked over at Annika. Licking her lips and smiling deviously, she walked past us and over to the smiling girl, who seemed well aware of what was next and was ready for it.

"Alright, you've got that one,.. I'll take this little minx and see what naughty things we can do! Oh and don't worry Kat, I won't let him spritz in you too early! You fuck him like a mare in heat for all I care, or him for that matter!" She tapped her head to let Kat know she had control of my schwanze again with her mind and then she dropped down next to Anka lying on her side and she gave the young girl a deep passionate Sapphic kiss. The two women began stroking each other's shoulders, neck, hips, breasts, and honey-patches as they mewed, moaned, and giggled through their lovely kissing session. 

I grabbed Katarina by her rump and began to fuck up into her lovely warm wet pinkness. She leaned forward and kissed me hard, probing my mouth with her rude mischievous tongue and then she pulled up, grabbed my head, and pulled my mouth to her breasts. I went to work on a nipple with my tongue and lips, chewing and sucking, while she tweaked the other with her fingers.

"That's it you naughty boy! Suckle me! Nurse me! Fuck me my randy little colt!"

I needed no encouragement with my raging erection plowing her warm inner workings but I enjoyed her words and her voice! There is a certain way experienced women speak during sex that is so wonderful. They are not learning things, they know what they want, and they know what pleases them, so it all just comes out in what they have to say and I have always found that particularly beneficial in having the naked company of an older woman! 

Meanwhile, Oma and Anka had worked each other into a considerably excited lesbian puddle of kisses and caresses. The lipsmacks, moans, and mews, from the two were quite evident above the sound of the afternoon breeze but not so much that the sheep could not drown them out with the noise of their BAA! BAA! BAAs! As their energy rose with their noise and passionate focus in one another; Oma, her eyes riveted to Anka's, suggested that they change the physical arrangement and Anka's pretty little blonde locks responded with a girlish smiling nod. A moment later, Oma was lying on her back with her legs held apart up and bent at the knees, her face pointed skyward with an excited expression of what was to come. Anka straddled Grandmother's face and then leaned forward to greedily feed on the older woman's waiting cunny. Now the mews and moans became muffled but just as passionate. Kat who was pistoning up and down on my shaft turned her head over in the direction of the Sapphic diners and I did the same.

"So beautiful, eh boy?" she said not taking her eyes off the two women. 

"Ja!" I answered with a nod. Oma suddenly broke her lipsmacking feast on the young cunny to make an announcement.

"This one is just FULL of the lad's cum! I am getting two for the price of one! You make a lovely crème filled pastry boy!" 

"It looks like he filled more than your pastry Oma! His white stuff is oozing from your bottomhole I think," came Anka's announcement. Both women returned to their noisy gobbling but Anka now moved down to Oma's backside and from Oma's reaction she was tonguing the naughty pink rose hole that my seed spilled from! Oma broke her liplock again to shout at the sky with joy.

"AH YES GIRL! Lick that ass of mine! Suck him from me! - Oh this is a naughty filly you have here Katarina! A very naughty filly!" Oma returned to her gobbling.

"I....have...taught...her well!" was Kat's reply. She was still looking at Oma gobbling the young cunt and Anka who had moved back to Oma's old quim after licking her bottomhole clean, but Kat was now a bit distracted by the sensations my cock was producing. My hand reached back and I tickled her bumhole with my fingers on one hand, while I tweaked the nipples of her breasts with the other, and I bit, chewed, and kissed at her neck. Something just told me to do it.

"Hilda, for a young colt he has the touch of a man who has been fucking for thirty years! He knows EXACTLY what I want and how I want it!" Kat bounced happily on my cock and Oma moaned a muffled, MM-HMMM! in a sound of emphatic agreement! Kat seized my head with both hands and bestowed more deep passionate kisses upon my lips, her tongue wanting to go everywhere it could in my mouth. One over her hands caressed my face, the other messed and tugged again at my hair. My cock continued to plow up and hard into her squishy quim as her arse responded by slamming hard down upon my member, meeting each penile thrust with the full force of her weight.

Kat now rolled with her body and grabbed my shoulders urging me to do the same. We now had tumbled closer to Oma and Anka on the blanket and Kati was now lying beneath me while I was lying on –top between her wide open legs. She dangled one of her bare feet over Anka's back. Annika paid her no mind and continued to munch and gobble my grandmother's porridge-pot as Oma responded in kind with loud wet sounds of mastication on the girl's quim.

"Oh JA! Meine liebe! You wonderful little bastard, fuck me! Split me with that wonderful pony cock of yours! I want you to breed me just like that filly you fucked! Shoot yourself into this old mare! Oh,...JA! JA! JA! Just like zat!" Katarina pulled my mouth to hers again and impaled me with her tongue! I fucked and fucked into her. I so wanted to fill my seed into this woman but Grandmother held my cock fast with her mind. She was waiting until we were all on the edge and then she would release me. It was wonderful agony for my balls as my cock continued to plow its way into Kat's warm pink mare's cunt with its pubic mound sodden with her juicing. 

I began to hear the two women lying next to us moan louder as their excitement began to build. A tumultuous avalanche of sexual energy was beginning to form within the cores of their heaving bodies. Kat was now bawling in joyous wonderful moans as she continued to kiss and caress my face; my mouth still impaled on her tongue. I sucked and pulled her tongue as though I wanted to pull the rude organ off, but she only responded by grabbing my buttocks and pulling me down into her harder as her tongue continued its rude rough oral violation. Now I heard the two women beside us nearly howling into each other's cunnies as they ground their pubic mounds against their mouths and faces; as though their hips were somehow millstones feverishly grinding flour! Kat and I broke our kiss with a champagne cork – SMACK! and I slammed her cunny with all my might in strokes that made it seem as though my cock would crash through the back wall of her vaginal canal and plunge straight out her rectum! Her face became a tortured twisted mask of pre-sexual release teetering on the edge of both orgasmic explosion, and passionate insanity. 

I bucked and plowed and pushed. Kat's mouth shot open. The two women beside us, mad with Sapphic lust screamed with joyful rage. I reached over with a hand and found Anka's rectum crinkle between her asscheeks and diddled the pink pucker with my fingers (somehow again my mind sensed it was something she needed). Oma continued to munch her cunny from below. I imagined three sets of hands inside the three bodies of the three women and as I plowed down into Kat's cunt, -I snapped the fingers. The result was an explosive orgasm within the three women worthy of the sagas! 

Oma released my cock from its mental bonds and my balls unloaded in an enormous explosion of splattering white hot protein straight into Katarina's quim, (which was a quaking torrent of her own juices running from her cunt down my balls and forming another broad dampness on the blanket)! I howled with joy along with Katarina as Oma and Anka splattered each other's faces with showers of honey dew from their own quaking puss-holes. The four of us bawled, cursed, and shook, calling to the skies with our passionate chorus of joy! We quaked, shook, dripped, and heaved until at last ..a tranquil stillness took over us. We looked around breathing heavily and smiled into each other's faces with looks of bliss, love, and happiness.

We stirred and joked and repositioned so that we could all lie on the blanket and do some afternoon tanning. The tanning soon became a fourway snuggle and giggle session. We passed around the wine skin again as we all rolled together into a large cuddling mass on the blanket with the brilliant Bavarian sun warming our bodies. Annika reached a hand over my hips to Katarina's crotch and fingered her, Kat and I thought more sex was on her mind but her intentions were of a more epicurean sort. She pulled back her fingers, glistening with my semen and sucked them.

"MMMMM! Very nice! I love the taste of YOU mixed with Tante Kat!"

"He IS a nice vintage, isn't he Liebling," my grandmother agreed as she kissed the girl's neck from behind.

"He'll do well in this village, provided you hide him properly Hilda," said Katarina, who now dipped a pair of fingers in her own cunny and brought them to her lips to sample my spritzings of spermy pudding. Her contented expression and smile after tasting told me that I was more than satisfactory in her opinion! 

"Yes Kat, I need to be good and careful to hide him," Oma agreed.

"He'll have no trouble finding other single women who will help you," continued Katarina with a chuckle leaning on one arm. "So many men of this town are gone forever it seems. My husband is dead, one of my sons is dead, and the other languishes in a prison camp in Scotland. Annika's father is dead as are both her brothers. No, ...all the young men are gone. All that are left are the old men and the cripples." Kat looked sad for a moment but then she reached over and hugged me close and gave me a peck on the back of my neck as she reached around to gently caress my cock.

"I may need to borrow this one from time to time Hilda!"

"You can fuck him as much as you want! My bed is always open....you know that. Will you be a dear and bring this lovely little flower with you for both my grandson and I to enjoy?" As Oma asked her question she reached around and tweaked the girl's nipple with a naughty pinch and then moved her hand to the young Teutonic nymph's crotch.

"Of course," Kat agreed. "You know I can never pass up your hospitality!"

As we chuckled and caressed in the sun, a new scene unfolded before us. Off in the distance, behind puffy clouds beyond the mountains, the contrails of several hundred bombers shown clearly against the blue behind them. The bombers resembled an army of snails leaving tell-tale tracks of white exhaust vapor across the sky. The "Ami's" as we called the Americans, were coming and somebody was going to catch hell further to the east.  Presently we noticed contrails of our fighters rising up from below to meet them, as though a new set of snails were joining the much larger first set to make lots of puffy white track-lines across the pale blue background.  I reasoned that the fighters had to be our new jets as they were moving at incredible speed up to greet the bombers and although we could not hear the encounter, we now saw brilliant flashes like sparks or camera bulbs popping at individual points in the formation.




Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 04



It was surreal. We were lying there on the blanket watching the show knowing that high above and far away, men were now fighting for their lives, both sides determined to do the other in. Death at a distance is something that does not immediately draw and emotional response to the uninitiated and therefore it is easier to detach oneself from the grim reality of it all.  From our vantage point, miles away, we saw a particularly brilliant flash at the head of one contrail.  The contrail then began to drop away from the formation.  I saw how it changed from puffy white, to now coal black and I knew from being an anti-aircraft crewman what had happened. One of our fighters had struck-home in its attack and crippled a bomber; which was tumbling out of the sky, undoubtedly with a terrified crew inside it struggling to get out if they were not already dead or too wounded to help themselves.   

  As it fell, we saw there was now a bright light glowing like a welders torch-lite from the plane as it trailed its inky black plume straight down.  The plane was on fire and doomed.  Now we saw puffs of white appear in the sky behind the stricken plane at as it descended on a final return back to earth. The crew had bailed out and their white parachutes were caught by the afternoon sun against the blue backdrop.  We watched the plane descend for a few more seconds, then there was a dramatic flash of light followed by a huge explosion and shockwave as the payload on the plane exploded.  The sound took several seconds to reach us, but when it did- our ears registered a cataclysmic explosion that bounced off the hills and mountains in our valley. 

  Presently we noticed other planes arriving on that scene of great carnage above in the skies, all in silent graceful sweeps of contrail punctuated by flashes against the blue.  The Ami's fighter escort was now attempting to engage our jets.  The bombers plunged forward towards their destination leaving their straight lines as the fighters twisted and dodged and jockeyed for position.  

I now witnessed something very peculiar in the next valley, fifteen kilometers to the north of us. There was another fighter base there but the Luftwaffe pilots as they took to the skies headed east and away at just a few hundred meters off the ground, disappearing from sight between foothills.  From between a pair of the towering puffy white clouds about five kilometers from the airfield, we saw two fighters plunge out of the sky diving to in the direction of the airfield.  They were American P-38 Lightning's, the fork-tailed fighters that had wreaked so much havoc for our pilots for the last three years.  They were swooping in for the kill on something but we could not see it from our vantage point at first, then we saw a hapless Messerschmitt 262 Jet Fighter clawing its way into the sky as it broke cover between the foothills. It was trying to get itself airborne and away.  

Apparently the Ami's had swooped in at just the right moment in the jet's takeoff, and had been peppering it with machine gun bullets as it attempted to climb out. One of the jet's engines was smoking badly and although the pilot pushed the plane's throttles to the limit, the jet was not going to fly straight out and away in a successful escape.  The pilot made a decision and turned the hapless jet out to the south and over the edge of our valley with the Ami's both in hot pursuit, their guns blazing.  The jet shuddered and rolled over. We saw a flash as the pilot ejected and plane tumbled from the sky to crash into the other side of one of the hills just north of the edge of the valley. A colossal explosion followed! The telltale parachute opened up high above the hills and the pilot floated down gracefully to the forest below, and then out of sight. The two Ami fighters roared down our valley at a height of 100 meters before climbing back up into the sky and turning north and east to rejoin the bombers.

"Looks like the war goes not so well for us again today," said Oma to the rest of the group. Katarina agreed.

  "The Americans will be here soon! Perhaps this fuck here today will be good practice when the Ami's are running through the town looking for food, drink, and leg," she said to no one in particular before she added, "better the Ami's and the Tommies than the Popovs!"  The other three solemn heads of our group nodded in agreement.   

   "What will we do?" asked Anka with a worried look.

   "Oh I know!" answered Oma, "We shall open the biggest brothel these mountains have ever seen and make money to the clouds!" She attempted to break the tension with her joke for the benefit of everyone within the worried party, but it was a weak one even for a witch.  Everyone else in the group let out a nervous laugh but nobody really laughed too terribly hard. We finally rose to our feet.  Oma and I walked across the meadow through the sheep grazing lazily in the afternoon sun to find our clothes, as well as the bag of herbs and supplies.  We dressed and got back across the meadow to our two friends. When we arrived at the far side of the meadow, Kat and Anka were finished dressing and were packing up the basket and blanket. They were going to take the sheep to the higher meadow a half kilometer up the mountain to get the last of the grazing in for the day before retiring to a shepherds hut they were using on the mountain. Oma had a similar one much higher on the mountain and on the other side.  

   "We will see you later again Hilda?" Kat looked at Oma with a smile of happy intimacy.

   "Ja," replied Oma as she threw her sack over one shoulder taking me by the hand, "I have to get this one down the mountain and fed before I put him straight to bed!"

    "More likely - get him IN YOUR BED," was Anka's accusation as she gave me a giggling wet kiss and a playful poke in the ribs before she joined her tante.

     "We will see you soon! I will be taking my flocks up the mountain for summer pasturing soon," said Oma as she started down the slope with me in hand. "I will bring my young stallion to provide you both with a thorough breeding!"

     "You can depend on our wine, our food, our bed, and our legs around you!" shouted Katarina with a wicked smile and a cheerful wave.  We headed down the slopes to the valley floor.  It was about mid- afternoon now.  We got to the bottom of the slopes without turning an ankle or dropping our belongings, and then cut across my grandmother's lower pasture at the bottom of the valley. We soon were at the house.  

  When we got inside the kitchen, Oma began unpacking the sack of holding and placing the items on the kitchen counter and kitchen table.  Some items, she sent me overhead with to store in the loft; all of them things that were drier and would keep, but she was quite particular as to where they would go and stipulated in great detail where she wanted them. Other items, she set about preparing for pickling or preserving.  She got a hot pot of water going and we spent a good portion of the afternoon pickling and canning items, stopping only for a bowl of ration soup at suppertime.  The irony was that Oma was a witch, but for some reason she was very frugal about food during times of crisis and would use rations sparingly- just like everyone with non-magical powers. We ate our meal, and afterwards Oma found us some beer with the help of her powers and some clean mugs. 

We canned until about seven that night and then we chopped up a few forest mushrooms for drying. Oma had me light a fire in fireplace as it was getting cold and the woodstove could only heat so much. I went out to feed and water the animals and when I returned, Oma had produced a radio from a cabinet and some schnapps from the shelf. She also used her powers to refill the mugs. Now gentlemen let me give you the advice of a man who has seen a great deal, ...if you find a woman who fucks, and who can refill a beer mug, and brings women to your bed to share, trust me...MARRY HER – LOVE WILL COME LATER! Don't worry.

Anyway, we turned the radio dial. There was a lot of Reich's Ministry Propaganda and patriotic mush music designed to inspire the half-wits who were still thinking victory was just around the corner, (all because the half-wits in Berlin were saying that same rubbish from the safety of a concrete bombproof bunker). We found a couple of stations playing classical music and we listened to Beethoven and then Mozart for a while until Oma began fiddling with the dials while I sipped my schnapps. She again leveraged a magical trick and found just the right tweak to get an Allied radio station from someplace in France. Listening to forbidden radio stations carried a severe penalty in the Third Reich but after all that had happened that day, I didn't bring that fact up. 

We heard a man on the Radio speaking in three languages; first English, then French, and then in German, that the Americans were now pushing across southern Bavaria. He made a plea that all Germans recognize that the war was lost and that if they only put out white flags in their windows, they would not be harmed so long as they did not resist and that they must follow the instructions of the advancing Allied troops. I did not know what to make of it.

"Do you think it is a trick Oma?" I asked.

"I don't know. It's hard to tell. I think they will behave better than the Russians for certain!"

"The Reich's Justice Ministry and the German Radio have said that all Germans who surrender are cowards who will be hanged. Can we accept that risk?"

"Again, I don't know. What I do know is that I am tired of worrying."

"So what will you do?"

"Wait for the Americans I guess, Stephan. That is the only thing we CAN do. Let's stop worrying. I told you, I would not let anything happen to you, and I mean it! I told you before up in the meadow!" We drained the schnapps bottle and drank more beers, then we headed off to bed. Oma suggested a good fuck would both do us some good. We got out of our clothes and into the sheets. As I turned around getting beneath the covers, I saw Oma had transformed herself again into the young woman. We made passionate love that night and I bucked and fucked and moaned and spritzed my anxieties away into Oma, who responded in kind with her own wanton buckings, moanings, and cursing-bawling crescendos! 

Finally spent and placid, we cuddled in the darkness illuminated by the glow of the fireplace and the dimmer glow from the open kitchen stove. We listened to the radio; big band music on the forbidden radio station adding to the soothing release of consciousness that began to take over us. The last thing I remember from that night was the drone of hundreds of bombers someplace off in the very far distance. They headed in the darkness towards an unnamed target in the German countryside while the American swing music slowly lulled us to sleep. 



Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 05



With the next morning came the sound of more aircraft overhead. These most likely were American fighters flying up the valley looking for targets. They poked around for a few minutes looking for something juicy to shoot at and I assume they found nothing, for the sounds faded off into the distance quickly. I was now aware of something else; my naughty wicked Grandmother was down underneath the covers kissing my belly and inching closer and closer to my schwanze-wurst. She took it up in her mouth and sucked me rotten for several minutes until I gasped and filled her mouth with one-night's sleep-worth of stored-up hot salty egg-whites. She grinned up at me and gulped down loudly, apparently enjoying her breakfast in bed! 

Presently she crept up to the top of the covers and kissed me and taking my still-hard cock in her hand, guided it to the entrance of her furry pink sex. With a swoop, she pushed the head of my member and her face registered an open-mouthed staring moment of accommodation, followed by a smile as her cunny took the friendly breakfast sausage into her nest and adjusted itself to seat it properly. She began to move up and down. We fucked for several minutes until the old girl let out a loud moan and I felt a second release come boiling up from my balls to spout inside her. Half a minute of panting later, she rolled off me and said staring at the ceiling, 

"I knew you had another one inside you hiding in those loins, I just had to grind it out! That should perhaps hold you and me for a little while. Alright, no sense laying here...we have animals to feed!" We got up; dressed, and set about feeding the animals in the barn and making sure they had enough water. Then Oma stepped into the kitchen to put ersatz coffee on the stove for breakfast. Like most places our village didn't have a real coffee bean to be found anywhere, so the blackish powdery substitute was all Grandmother had - curtesy of the rationing program. We were fortunate enough to have plenty of hen's eggs for breakfast and a few potatoes. This was a benefit of being in the country as opposed to the cities where you not only had to worry of the bombers overhead, but also of the constant scarcity of EVERYTHING making even a crust of bread a treasured item to be hoarded away from the eyes of others. 

While we ate we listened to the radio set with Oma's magic to forbidden broadcasts. The Allied radio programs had wonderful music and the news was not all rants approved by Dr. Goebbels going on and on about "ultimate victory". From what we could hear and piece together...the Americans were very close now, we guessed two or three days away. It filled me with a bit of dread despite Grandmother's efforts to calm me. She could see I was getting nervous hearing the radio and she switched it off and put it back in the cupboard. 

"Let's play another game Stephan," she said- trying to take my mind from things, "I think you will find it interesting. It is more magic lessons for you...can't let your powers atrophy when they are becoming SO strong!" She led me to the center of the room, away from all furniture. She stood back from me, pointed her wand...and muttered, 

"Whiskers and tail, small furry one!" I suddenly felt the entire room (including Oma) growing to enormous proportions...I also found my clothes replaced by hair and fur. The room continued to grow and grow and then I realized, I was shrinking! When the process finally ended, I stood below my grandmother who looked a hundred feet high by my estimate. She fetched a hand mirror from a shelf and held it down to me. I was immediately startled and recoiled momentarily in terror at what I saw, but I was robbed of the power of speech ; only a few squeaks could escape my mouth, - I was a MOUSE! Oma could see how frightened I was and she set the mirror down and pointed the wand at me saying, 

"Whiskers and tail, small furry one, make him a man and the spell is undone!" The proportions of the room began to change and Grandmother began to shrink from the size of a towering giant, back to the little old woman I knew. The room was as I remembered it as well, and I was back to normal size. It didn't diminish my feeling of angst though; I swayed uneasily on my legs teetering until Oma rushed me over to a chair and sat me down. 

"Well, well! You HAVE had a proper fright haven't you!" she exclaimed, concerned but laughing slightly, hoping she hadn't traumatized me too terribly. 

"Oma! What was that?" 

"A spell of transformation. I made you a mouse. You can do it to yourself; you need is to focus on the animal or plant you wish to be and then recite the incantation...you can even say it in your mind and not speak but I sometimes speak just to focus and concentrate. I figure it is another way to help you hide. Anyhow, are you alright?" 

"Yes, just I wasn't expecting it. ...So I can do this THING to myself?" 

"Yes of course. It takes a lot of concentration but I think your natural powers are able to make it work," she said before she suddenly realized she needed to sit down herself as well. She plopped down into a chair next to the table and continued, 

"Wheew! That reminds me...I've forgotten what a drain it can be and it took a little bit out of me! Transformations can sometimes make you feel light headed - especially if you are casting the spell. How about trying the invisibility spell! Let me rest for a moment." 

I practiced making myself visible and invisible sitting at the chair. With a little practice I found I could snap it on and off like a light-switch. Oma sipped her substitute coffee across the table and beamed at me proudly. I figured a transformation spell would be good for getting into and out of tight spaces and all, but invisibility...especially if I could just stand still and not move...would work the best to help me hide! 

"Hurrah Stephen! Hurrah! Much better; it's only been a day and your control is more adept! I was impressed at your ability to control your seed in myself and those two ladies in the high meadow but now I see...other attributes of you are coming along splendidly!" We let out a mutual laugh of self-congratulation, me patting myself on the back for being a quick study and her for being a skilled teacher! Our happiness was short lived however as we heard the sound of a car coming down the street and approaching Oma's house. She hurried to the window and looked outside through the curtains quickly as it approached and she muttered a word I still remember today and shudder at the thought, 

"Gestapo!" 

"Oma, but your spell yesterday on the woman and the soldiers...they were to say it was a clerical error and that your name was Hilda Bauer not Hilda Baumer!" 

"No time to figure out what happened," she said in a voice laden with distressed hurry as she moved my coffee cup to the sink with my plate to make it look like only SHE was having breakfast, "those men will tear this place apart and you being invisible will only delay things until you are bumped into!" 

"I can run to the fields, make myself invisible there too!" 

"No," she said suddenly finding a plan in the back of her head and seizing her wand from the table, "I will make my stand here for you...and you...will hide but you will be much smaller," she said looking at a hole in the wall at the floor next to the stove." 

"Grandmother, no!" I said as I tried to get my hands up to stop her. I wanted anything but that disorienting feeling again, however she was too quick! Her wand flashed with a flick of her wrist, 

"Whiskers and tail, small furry one," she commanded. The next thing I knew, I was shrinking back to the size of something fit to run through the hole she had spied. I looked up at her; transformed into something small and furry and squeaking in alarm. 

"Never mind that...get in the hole!" she said, her face etched with fear and urgency. I scampered to the hole best I could across the kitchen floor on new legs and feet that I quite frankly I was not at all used to plus having to deal with of all things...a tail behind me! It was quite strange and traumatic enough but knowing your death could be on the other side of the door pulling up in a car...well, I scampered through the hole fast as I could and then cautiously peered through the opening back at my grandmother who turned and moved to the door. She seized some household identification papers from a shelf near the door and flicking her wand at them, she then read the contents. Satisfied with what she saw, she nodded her head. A knock pounded on the door as if on cue not two seconds later! 

Grandmother looked back at me as I peered from around the corner of my mouse hole and motioned for me to GET- BACK- OUT-OF-SIGHT (like a mouse would give away my presence- I mean...yes, those fellows were good but not that GOOD). I backed up into the shadow nonetheless and she placed the papers on the shelf and opened the door. Standing there was a man in a black trench-coat and two black and silver-uniformed SS men; their uniforms and submachine guns an ominous image to this day which still haunts my memory. The man spoke, 

"Hilda Bauer?" He said this with a tone of immediate authority. 

"Yes," Oma answered as she was pushed back into the kitchen; the three men entering as if repeating the scene of the previous day. 

"I am Klaus Dietrich, with the Geheime Staatspolize. We are looking for a deserter, Private Stephan Baumer. I assume you have time to speak with us yes?" the Gestapo official asked politely as if he were inquiring about something over morning tea. 

"Yes certainly," continued Oma, "but that man is not here. Your people came by yesterday and.." 

"Yes I know" he interrupted, "I received a report from Women's Auxillery Antmuller and her two wooden headed assistants last night. I am just re-checking a few things here with you... all purely administrative, we won't trouble you much...just a few questions and we are on our way, yes?" 

"Of course!" Grandmother answered. 

"Good, may I see some identification?" 

"Yes," Oma replied pulling the papers from the shelf and handing them to him, "here you are!" He took the papers and read through them. He held them up to the light checking for water-marks, and nodded his head. Then he handed the papers back to my grandmother. 

"Good, so far all is in order. May I also look about the house and barn here with you?" he asked. 

"Certainly-anything to help," Oma replied. She wobbled unsteadily on her feet; possibly weak from having just executed my transformation into the tiny furry creature that I now was. Nonetheless, she remained calm. 

"I'm sure," Dietrich said in a condescending tone of feigned politeness - the Gestapo was always so polite until they were beating you senseless in a soundproof room where your screams could not be heard! He left one sentry at the front entrance and then sent another round the back of the house to watch for anyone trying to escape the house. 

He took off his trench coat and threw it over a chair revealing the dark suit of a party official and the severe and neat tie - always a neat tie on those fellows; right next to his party badge. He took off his hat and through it on the table to reveal a balding head of thinning hair. Grandmother was forced to stand in the middle of the room while he walked from corner to corner of the kitchen. 

Pausing by the sink, he looked into it and saw my dirty dish and my coffee cup. He looked at my Grandmother but said nothing - his suspicions sufficiently aroused. He then began to walk from room to room in the house while my Grandmother watched him, her wand behind her in the back skirt pocket. He stepped into the water closet and seeing nothing but the toilet and some newspapers, started to turn back into the kitchen. It was then my Oma moved like a flash. 

Her wand flew up in her hand and she flicked it with her wrist. Dietrich stopped like he had been shot through the forehead. He stared blankly straight ahead for a moment, then presently he smiled and looked at my grandmother. He again had that professional composure about him but not as sinister, as if Grandmother had flicked a switch in his brain and the monster in the tie was now wet clay for her molding hands. 

"Wouldn't you like to see the barn, Herr Dietrich?" Oma asked, both putting the wand back into her pocket and stepping forward to take the Gestapo man by his hand. 

"Why yes,...I need to see it. I am certain that I will find nothing there just as I found NOTHING here!" Oma's spell was already soaked into his mind and working any memory of the dirty dish and coffee cup out of his consciousness! He had proven easier to overcome than the cruel blonde and her two soldiers. As he walked with Oma through the entrance of the barn, she reached into her back skirt pocket and retrieved the wand when his back was to her - stupid fool he was! Oma flicked the wand behind her back twice and I heard a thud against the wall to the house to the front, and presently there was another thud against the back of the house at the rear door. 

I hid in my hole terrified for a moment and then, curiosity getting the better of me, crawled out and scampered across the floor. With my claws I climbed a window curtain and although not completely used to my limbs and tail, made the leap to the windowsill to peer through the glass. I was shocked and amused with what I saw! Outside, sleeping on the grass by the flower bed, lay the body of the SS man who had been posted to watch the front. He was snoring like he was cutting wood with his nose! A subsequent inspection I made at the back window as soon as I managed to scamper up to it revealed a similar scene; the other SS man lay crumpled against the door, sleeping deeply! 

Hopping down from my perch on the window, I made my way across the kitchen floor to the door to the barn from the kitchen. It was then I heard my grandmother scream! I pushed with my paws on the door but I could not make it through there... it was closed. What was alarming was I was now small weak and helpless to do anything! I had to do something...ANYTHING! 

I ran along the edge of the wall of the kitchen that bordered the barn. At the corner of the nook where my Oma's bed rested I found a hole - sufficient for me to get through. I was now in the inner walls between the house. There was just enough crawlspace for me to move and crawl along sniffing and peering through the darkness for a way into the barn. After a few feet of travel, I saw feint light to the left up ahead. Most alarming was that the screams of my grandmother were now louder and louder. I hurried down the crawlway to the light and discovered it was a hole but upon peering out, I discovered it would be a one-way drop to the ground...three feet - into the hay of the goat's pen! 

I sucked in my breath,...let it out,...and leaped. I landed and went tumbling for a brief instant in the hay...not used to how light I was now! I then made my dash to the edge of the pen as my grandmother's screams and calls intensified, my heart filled with terror! I peered from around the edge of the post in the goat's pen and could not believe my eyes - I should have guessed. 

Not fifteen feet away from me, down on the hay, naked as the day they were born were Oma and Dietrich fucking like two wild cats in heat; she down on all fours screaming and bawling like she was being split in two, and he crouched behind her with both hands upon her hips giving her cunny thorough interrogation! He was huffing and puffing like an asthmatic steam locomotive as he slewed his cock in and out of her rump, fucking her with determination while Oma rocked her body below him, her hips slamming back to meet with each of his thrusts, her wand in her hand at the ready. Her screams and moans became obscene curses of encouragement for him; urging him on to plow her harder and deeper with more vigor and ferocity! 

Dietrich's face was beat red, his cheeks flushed and his brow already beaded up with sweat. To tell the truth, it looked like Oma was killing him! Still, he exerted himself; launching a determined blitzkrieg of my grandmother's sex and plowing her furrow like she was some bizarre Nazi agricultural initiative! For her part Oma looked like she was enjoying herself immensely as her free hand clenched and unclenched...gripping the hay on the floor and then releasing it as Dietrich's torture weapon savagely spearheaded its way into her low country! A few more thrusts and Oma let out an agonized scream of one who has had enough and she shouted at the rafters in unconditional surrender as her bawling screaming capitulating crescendo ripped through her body in a wonderful Wagnerian climax; her cunny-dew dribbling and piddling on the hay below her. Dietrich stared far off into space and time. In a triumph of will and Aryan supremacy...exploded his vengeance weapon in a spout of screaming grunting joy...straight up into the cunt of my grandmother! He hovered for a moment, and then toppled over away from her, onto the hay; completely spent - and more importantly pliant and harmless now! 

Oma rose to her feet weakly and began to fetch her things and dress herself. After a few minutes she was done. Oma now turned to the exhausted Dietrich on the hay. 

"Get up! On your feet!" she said with a severity that made her seem ten feet tall and absolutely frightening. Dietrich, under her spell...immediately hurried to his feet...still in a trance staring off into space. 

"What is to become of Stephan Baumer?" she asked sternly. 

"He is to be located immediately and to be shot for desertion," Dietrich replied like he was suffering from the haze of a narcotic while he spoke. 

"Are there any leads as to his whereabouts?" she asked. 

"No," he said, "his trail went cold south of Ulm and none of our efforts have led to anything new." 

"Good! Now you are to get dressed. You are to collect your two henchmen and you are to return in your car back to your offices and file your report. You are to write in your report that you have inspected my residence and found me to be Hilda Bauer! You have found NO TRACE of Stephan Baumer - IS THAT CLEAR!" 

"Ja Fraulein," Dietrich nodded stupidly staring off into space. 

"How soon before the Americans arrive in this village?" Oma asked sternly again. 

"I would say they are two, maybe three days away based on reporting we are getting. The Army is setting up another defense some fifteen kilometers away from here to the east," Dietrich answered. 

"Excellent, well as long as you are going back to your offices at the palace in the next valley," she said, planting the seed of something in his brain, "and after your report is filed CLOSING THE CASE ON STEPHAN BAUMER WHOM YOU DISCOVERED WAS ACTUALLY KILLED IN AN AIR RAID ON HIS HOME CITY-EXONERATING HIM AND HIS FAMILY FROM ANY CHARGES OF TREASON OR DESERTION, then you will announce to all staff and soldiery in the village that you will all need to be pulling back to the defensive line to the east. You will give the order to your men and any SS personnel accompanying them to evacuate immediately to those new defensive positions - what again you say?...Fifteen kilometers?" 

"Ja Fraulein!" came the stupid response. 

"Hmmmm make that thirty kilometers. I always like round numbers. Anyhow thirty it is! You will tell them that after you file your report with your headquarters. Understood!" 

"Ja Wohl Fraulein!" Dietrich answered. 

"Good, and one more thing, after your report...you will feel the urge to depart by yourself in that car...to...Switzerland...you will take the southern route there...where you will remain until you can arrange passage out of Europe to...Paraguay! IS THAT CLEAR!" 

"Ja Fraulein!" he said again with his stupid nodding expression. He was now nothing to be intimidated by, just thoroughly amusing instead! Silly idiot! 




Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 05



"Good," Oma said, "now get dressed!" She slapped him on the rear as he bent over. When he was more or less back to how he had appeared when he entered the barn; save his stupid expression, Oma snapped her fingers. Dietrich looked like he had awoken from a nap. 

"As I was saying Fraulein," Dietrich said to my grandmother, "I am now more than certain a clerical error was made at our offices and this matter with you is now closed." 

"Oh," said Oma as they started to walk from the barn back to the kitchen, "I see. Well if there is anything I may do to be of help!" 

"Oh no Fraulein," he said with an air of professional authority stepping through the door ahead of her, "we at the Gestapo can take this from here." As they stepped through the doorway I scampered up to Grandmother, who caught sight of me out of the corner of her eye and she held the door an extra second longer for me to hop through the entrance and immediately disappear into the shadows of the room; away from the eyes of the evil fool who was still under the effects of her spell. Oma flicked her wand and the sound of the two sleeping SS men stirring outside told me they were awake. Dietrich hadn't noticed anything, despite the fact that both SS men rose to their feet, straightened their kit in the window, and peered back nervously inside, as if they were concerned that it might have been discovered that they had dozed off! They had nothing to worry about...definitely not from Dietrich. He called for them and they presently entered the room. 

"Start the car," he said to them retrieving his hat and coat, "we are leaving." He turned when he reached the door and turned politely to my grandmother, 

"Fraulein, Heil Hitler!" he said with a right hand raised up to his shoulder, palm facing towards her! 

"Heil Hitler Herr Dietrich!" shouted my grandmother executing a perfect Nazi salute. That was the last time I ever saw one of those ridiculous stiff armed greetings or farewells outside of a movie house or a cinema. She then ran to the window and watched the men get in the car, start it, and drive off. 

As Dietrich departed, so did any connection I ever had to the military or that dreadful Nazi war machine with him. I was going to be able to start a new life! So was he apparently; we later heard many months later that Herr Dietrich had indeed filed a report stating that I was nowhere to be found and that he had new information of my death occurring on the night I deserted the German Army. He then gave orders for a military evacuation for both our village and all the local villages in the surrounding area. His offices in the Palace were vacated of all Nazi authorities and officials as well as military personnel within a day of his announcement. Dietrich himself seems to have disappeared shortly after issuing the directive, driving off by himself in his own staff car with a suitcase and no escort guards. Later a relative of my mother's living in South America would mention that a man looking like Dietrich had bought a farm nearby her residence; he was gone halfway around the globe, never to tell anyone about my possible whereabouts should the spell be broken, and that was how Oma successful ended the Nazi occupation of our little corner of Bavaria - FOREVER! 

I scampered across the floor, coming out of the shadows behind a low chair, twitching my whiskers at Oma, with a feeling of resounding joy in my heart! Oma looked down at me and remembering my situation, flicked her wand at me saying, 

"Whiskers and tail, small furry one, make him a man and the spell is undone!" I immediately felt the room change and shrink as I shot up to my normal height. Presently, I stood before Oma and then a second later we embraced with me shouting, "Oma we did it! We did it! He is gone!" 

"Yes Stephan, I know. Now if we can just figure out what do about the Americans who will be here in two or three days!" She said this with a note of concern in her voice, and then she turned and went to the cupboard. 

"Well now," she said taking down the radio, "I guess I won't have to be putting this away anymore!" She got it going and tuned it to one of the forbidden stations with a muttered spell that found just the right dial setting and we listed to the sound of sweet swing music. Then she turned and headed to the sink to wash the dishes. She looked over her shoulder and said to me, "It is another fine day Stephan, be a good grandson and put the sheep and the goats in their outside pen. Also leave the back barn entrance open so the fowl can wander about - those hens and that rooster need to find themselves some nice fat bugs in the dirt - they have been cooped up too long in that dank barn and it will be a fine sunny day!" I did as she directed and when I returned she had her holding sack over her shoulder looking at me like she was waiting for my return. 

"Come Stephan," she said, "we are going up the mountain to gather more things." We headed out the back kitchen door and cut across the field. I turned to Oma as we walked and asked a question to her, 

"Oma, if you had Dietrich right where you wanted him with your magic, why did you fuck him?" She looked back at the animals in their pens and the chickens scratching around in the dirt and the ducks waddling over to the low farm pond in our back pasture and said sheepishly, 

"Well, you know," looking down and kicking the grass at her feet, "a girl has needs and all!" I laughed at her answer and she gave me a swat upon my lederhosen seat with the large bag in her hands. 

"Come on," she said, "roust yourself up this hill. I want to find some more things and then I want to get out of these clothes for more naked mischief!" As I walked along with her I noticed that under her red kerchief her hair was now blacker than before, and to tell the truth; there were less wrinkles on her skin...as if she was now maybe fifty one or fifty two years of age. 

"Oma! You 're hair and your skin," I said. 

"I know Stephan! I know," she said as we plodded along, "Your seed is having an effect upon me. I can feel it. I saw it in the mirror when I popped into the toilet for my morning crap; more black hair, less wrinkles! Even my craps are getting easier. Look at how fast we are walking. Do you see that? My legs and knees do not hurt me!" I nodded at her as she continued, 

"I am going to keep milking your seed from your balls with considerable regularity you wonderful healing bottle of medicine! You can be assured of that," she said with a wicked wink, "you may be a little tired at night but you'll have a younger grandmother lying next to you every evening sucking and fucking you dry before you knock off to sleep!" We crested the first foothill of the mountain, laughing as we continued; Oma moving forward without much effort or physical exertion compared to the day before! We crossed the meadow and its beautiful flowers; their blossoms pointing skyward in a dazzling spring display, and then we passed the logs where we had rested and frolicked upon the previous day. Passing these we came to the ice cold brook which we waded across and gaining the far side, we shot up the slope of the mountain into the pine trees beyond. 

We were up in the pines for a while gathering bits of tree bark that Oma put in the bag as she explained the various teas that she could make from them, (as well as a coffee substitute if we ran out of ration substitute coffee and judging by the war - I guessed that would be soon)! We moved for about an hour slowly up through the pines into a higher meadow. At the edge of the meadow, Oma looked down in the grass at the point where the alpine forest turned over to high pasture. She poked around the edge of a rotten log and after a few seconds, she yelled in excitement, 

"Stephan! Come and see this!" I hurried over, carrying the bag and opening it for whatever it was she found. In the clumps of decaying wood near the ground,... down in the shadows, lay several red capped mushrooms. They were clustered, looking like a bunch of scarlet grapes that had been buried beneath the wood bits and were now pushing their way skyward. Their tops were reddish with a yellow underside and they resembled something out of a children's storybook. Oma took the bag from me and began to deposit the mushrooms into it, before she stopped and remembered something. She broke one in half and looking at my shirt said to me, 

"Good, you have a nice bit of perspiration about your armpits. Take each of these two halves and put it under each arm. It's called Mountain Lothario or 'Mountain Lover', you'll see why in about five minutes." It felt ridiculous opening my shirt and placing a half of a fungus under each of my sweating armpits, but hey...to this date, nothing I had done with my Oma had been in the realm of NORMAL so what was one more thing! I sniffed the little fungal half...very earthy but nothing special. She continued to gather the mushrooms and then located some more under another log. She was quite happy with her find, scooping the little red caps up and putting them in the bag, giving them an occasional sniff. 

After about five minutes, she came running up to me to check the progress. She had me raise my arms and she reached into my open shirt, sniffing my armpits. A look of joy hit her face like she was smelling a freshly baked cake coming straight from the oven. She fished around in my shirt and after a bit of searching, came up with the two mushroom halves. As I put my arms down she held one of the halves up to my snout and said, 

"Inhale deep and tell me what you smell!" I did as she had instructed, and at first smelled the scent from before, nothing special but then..pow! A musky, woody note hit my nose that was quite powerful. It was if I was sniffing the scent gland extract from some ferocious predatory beast, a wild hog or some bear. 

"That is incredible Oma! How could the change like that happen?" I said in astonishment. 

"The hormones in your sweat react with chemicals in the stem and cap of the mushroom and the scent is the result! It is quite powerful, and" she said placing one of the mushrooms now soiled with my sweat to her nose and breathing in deeply, "it produces something in women that is akin to ...driving them absolutely MAD with lust! Take your shirt off!" She had a frenzied desperate look of anticipation on her face as she helped me undue the straps of my lederhosen and get my shirt off and into the bag. It was like it was Christmas and she was unwrapping presents! 

"Good, now let me sniff those armpits of yours," she said in more of a command than a request, "I want to check something." Whatever the effect was, it was giving her a sense of ardent purpose. A few sniffs of my armpits and she sighed and ran a hand up underneath her skirts to give her womanly parts a good frigging. 

"Yesssss," she hissed at me sniffing my body and frigging at her cunt, "its working. I am a sex witch and I can resist most things; the fact that I choose to resist is purely my decision, but THIS...it's powerful when combined to your sweat!...You being a wizard of some considerable potency...yessss," she said this; her arm a vicious blur under her skirts as she rubbed her unseen snatch. She went on, 

"I can barely hold back," she hissed, "it's so intoxicating, - why a normal woman of no power would be reduced to a pitiful frenzy of desire and wanton lust...she'd try to mount a fence-post to sooth the fire in her crotch!" She thought for a second; remembering something, 

"From my reading," she said masturbating and pawing at her cunny hard as she spoke, "the spores and juices of the two exposed halves can be made into an oil that can be bottled and sold. Hmm, this is interesting, very very INTERESTING! A potion that creates lust in women. Why in my Tante Magda's hut I remember she had four of these dried up little fellows and from them she made some wicked potions, but look!" she said pointing here and there at the edge of the forest. There were more of these red mushrooms poking up, we just had not seen them before! We were in a grove of them, - a grove of aphrodisiac that made women insane with carnal passion! Oma continued, touching my chest and rubbing her cunny beneath her dirndl skirt, 

"I want to cover you with this scent! Lets rub a little more on your skin...all over you!" She had me turn around and rubbed the two fungus on my back, my shoulders, my flanks, and then having me turn back; rubbed them on my chest and neck. Then she got in behind my ears and up in my hair and around my face. Her hands then went down the front of my lederhosen as she rubbed the halves against my cock and balls and thighs. Taking the now thoroughly fouled halves back up to her nose she inhaled them again and then then went back to frigging underneath her skirt while she placed the two halves in her skirt pocket for ... "safe keeping". She now had herself in a high degree of agitation; taking me by the hand and seizing up the sack she led me to the middle of the high pasture. 

In the middle where we stopped I could see other pastures even farther up the mountain from the one we stood in. These were entrances to high green mountain passes between jagged peaks and thick deep forests. Oma paid no attention to all the lovely finery of Mother Nature and her majesty! She pulled me close and sniffed my chest, and neck, and behind my ears. She nodded as if a decision had been made and pulled down my suspenders and yanked my pants down to the grass. She then rose and pushed me over into the flowers with a degree of strength I had not anticipated. She wanted and now NEEDED to fuck! 

"I can resist but I choose not to," she announced pulling off her dirndl and stepping from it, completely naked to the sky, sun, and wind, "I now need some horizontal refreshment! The gathering of herbs and mushrooms today is over! Work is done, time to play!" She nearly dove down atop me, smothering my neck and cheeks with kisses; her hands feverishly tugging at my schwanze! We reveled in the grass like this for a few minutes kissing and rubbing and diddling each other until she climbed off me and got on all fours, facing the east pass. Dropping her shoulders into the meadow flowers and raising her old rump high, she parted her arse cheeks; exposing a cunny that was now soggy ground - fit for plowing! Looking over her shoulder smiling she said, 

"Come young stallion, this mare is in HEAT!" I moved up to her, and pushed into her cunny sinking straight up to my ballsack. I began to fuck and plow her again for the second time that day. We rutted like beasts for several minutes while Oma cursed and bawled and howled as the effect of the mushroom scent drove her wild! 

As sweat leaked and dripped down my body, I noticed its earthy aroma but it did not have anything of an effect upon me. Oma on the other hand was half mad with the scent that hung in the air like so much smoke in a room where a chimney has been blocked! Several times she pulled away from me to whirl around and sniff my body inhaling deeply, then after giving me a wet open mouthed kiss to my lips while pulling my cock, she would spin around and raise her arse high in the air - my signal to resume the breeding of this lewd broodmare! 

Oma's tattoos began to ruffle and move. She was remembering a spell in her head. On her back images of storm clouds whirled over mountains and lightning arced arcoss tattoed skies. She turned back to me over her shoulder saying, 

"You wish to practice your lightning technique? Ja?" I looked down at her and nodded while I fucked her in determined strokes; starting to mutter SPRITZ BLITZ, SPRITZ BLITZ, *shoot lightning, shoot lightning* , over and over. Oma's tattoos continued to show the peaks of our mountains, clouds whirling by them and hawks sailing through the stormy sky high above. I saw the two of us fucking madly in the meadow that we were frolicking in now. Presently I saw deer bounding at the edge of the forests and squirrels dashing up and down trees. SPRITZ BLITZ, SPRITZ BLITZ! As the scene progressed, I saw a herd of sheep led by a woman come through the southwest pass and move down to us as we fucked and rutted. As we climaxed, we arose and went to greet her and then the three of us walked down the mountain with the herd as the woman and Oma embraced and kissed. Periodically the woman would reach into my pants and grab my cock and bestow kisses on me as well. All the way down the mountain we went until we put the woman's sheep into Oma's lower pasture and went into Oma's farmhouse; closing the door. Then the scene ended and the curtain fell back into place, the show over. I had more urgent matters at hand anyway to worry about cartoons, SPRITZ BLITZ, SPRITZ BLITZ! 

Oma began to pant and moan and groan like something big would hit her shortly. I was ready as well; my balls already churning up a boiling explosion of seminal discharge! Oma pointed at a large boulder at the edge of the field saying in between moaning gasps and groans of pleasure, 

"That one Stephan, the big...rock!" I nodded. Oma began to shudder. The clouds above the mountain began to boil in the sunlight - straight out of one of Herr Wagner's operas. SPRITZ BLITZ, SPRITZ BLITZ! I took aim as Oma began to quake and she threw her head back, her mouth forming an "O" as her crescendo arrived. Her call howled to the angry sky with a loud OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH as wide eyed, she stared into a boiling mass of black clouds ready to discharge along with me! My balls detonated and I shouted a loud and heartfelt AAAARRRGGHHHH and my seed rushed up from my testicles and straight on into Oma's convulsing cunny; splashing about the interior of her pink cavern! A sizzling hot bolt of lightning shot from the clouds and struck the boulder. In a flash, the stone split in a white hot blast of smoke, light, showering rocks, and a crashing sound of...KAAAAAA- BLAAAAAM! I had done it. I had hit it dead center! 

The clouds parted and calmed themselves, the sun shone on the valley and warmed it again in friendly fashion and Oma and I tumbled apart. We lay in the grass and flowers staring at the sky exhausted while letting the sun beat down upon us for another good bronzing. Oma congratulated me upon my improving skills as a sex wizard and told me that she would help me keep practicing; one) because I was something special and had amazing untapped powers and two) because she said it felt so absolutely wonderful FUCKING me! Our laugh rose out of the blanket of mountain flowers as we stared upwards to the sky and watched the clouds. 

I told Oma what I had seen in her tattoos and she said it was a portent of things to come shortly although she could not say who the woman could be. As we talked we were interrupted by the sound of a bell off in the distance- not a cow bell, it was a sheep's bell. As if on cue, a herd of sheep appeared at the bend of the southwest pass led by a woman in a dirndl whom I guessed to be alone. 

I hurried to get my pants back on while Oma stood up and shielded her eyes looking to see who the woman was. Then she recognized something about this person and also the bell of the lead sheep confirmed who this was. Oma turn to me and stuck out a foot pushing my pants back down into the grass as I was trying to step into them saying, 

"Relax boy don't get dressed. I know this woman, and I know that sheep bell...I have heard it so many times before. It is my daughter and your Tante, Margarite! It's her!" Oma hopped up and down in excitement and then hugged and kissed me. She was definitely a little on the excited side of things. 

Margarite it turned out, had moved her sheep from her farm over the mountains and through the passes to take advantage of the high alpine pasture land that was pushing up new shoots of grass after the snows had retreated. She had been traveling with her flock and stopped at a hut along the way to spend the night, and then bright and early she had risen and pushed her flock on through the high southwest pass to our corner of the valley. Oma and I would need to take our sheep up to the mountains soon as well. As she approached us my grandmother waved and shouted a "HALLOOOOOOO!" across the high meadow to her. Tante Margarite returned the salutation with an equally hearty "HALLOOOOOO!" back to us. 




Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 05



Within fifteen minutes time, she had reached us while we sat in the grass sunning ourselves and puffing on Oma's pipe. Oma assured me as she approached that I need not worry about being naked around Margarite. If I had thought Katarina and her niece enjoyed a naked roll in the grass with us...well let's just say Margarite was something a bit...more; grandmother informed me. She told me that it was a good thing she had loaded up her pipe with more bullweed. I looked at her and then at the pipe and then noticed, sure enough...my cock was stirring; apparently recovered from my latest tumble in the flowers with Oma. She wanted my trouser cannon properly loaded up to greet my aunt! 

As Tante Margarite crossed the last hundred meters with her sheep, Oma and I got to our feet. Tante Margarite broke into a run and then charged Oma with her arms wide as mother and daughter exchanged greetings and glad tidings. Margarite looked at her mother and commented, 

"Mutti oh my goodness! You look younger then when I saw you last. Seducing these fine young cocks up here in the meadows agrees with you! Who is that one," she said looking at me and eyeing my cock and then looking back up to my face, "some woodcutter or farm boy up here, I suppose?" 

"No girl," Oma explained, "may I introduce to you, your grown up nephew...Stephan!" 

"Stephan! How could it be so?" she asked, "No Stephan was a little boy who was always getting about into mischief when I saw him last!" She came over to me and hugged me and kissed me with a gentle peck on the cheek. It was then she paused a moment...the whiff of the mushroom spores and juices hit her in the nose and although she said nothing, her facial expression changed. Before she was eyeing me as one more lad my grandmother had seduced, then she looked at me as her long lost nephew, and now she looked at me like something she could gobble up like porridge! 

"That boy has grown up Margarite," Oma answered, "but he still manages to get into mischief, and even with me!" Oma explained about my situation and my subsequent desertion from the Army, the intrusions upon the house ( twice), the fact that my mother Greta and Tante Ilse needed her to hide me, that they would join us soon, and she even went as far as to explain how she had discovered my...abilities! She then looked at Maragite who seemed to be vexed and agitated and distracted. My aunt was looking at me, as I shielded my now uncomfortable rising cock; the bullweed in Oma's pipe now forcing it to rear its head again and need a woman's opening to batter and pummel! 

"You look like you have had a very long trip this morning Margarite," she said with a sly grin; knowing full well the effect the juices of the mushrooms mixed with my sweat were having on her daughter, and also understanding the bullweed was making my cock growl and chomp at the bit, "do you think maybe you should sample what I have been speaking off?" Even though she and I had just had a good rutting- fuck, the bullweed must have been working Oma as well! She had one hand on her clitty and one hand tweaking her nipples. 

Margarite nodded to Grandmother and pushed my hands aside to reveal my troublesome prick which she took in her hands and examined like she was looking at some rare throbbing enormous species of bullfrog. She was absolutely captivated by it as she held it in her palm and ran a finger up and down the throbbing ridges and veins. She turned and looked at Oma saying, 

"Aach Mutti! It is so wonderful and beautiful...just like his father's was!" Oma nodded in agreement. Tante Margarite removed her kerchief from her hair, revealing a short head of curly brown locks that went passed her ears and actually seemed to tinge red in the brilliant sun. She pulled me by my cock to her, threw an arm around my naked body and kissed me full and deep upon my mouth, her tongue exploring the interiors of my maw while her other hand milked my cock hard! Oma giggled at the spectacle and continued to frig her snatch and bother the tips of her titties while Tante and I kissed. I reached up with my arms and pulled her in a tight embrace and we held the kiss for a very long time; her hand frigging my snarling penis. 

Tante finally broke free from our clutch and dropped to her knees, pulling down her dirndl top to expose her breasts; those being the udders of a middle aged woman who had seen quite a few lips sucking upon them in her life! Her nipples stood out from curves of her bosoms as though they had been stung by bees; both appeared to be plump red berry, ready for the picking! I ran my hands down across her breasts and gave her nipples a good deep tweaking causing sighs groans to well up from inside her. I looked down over shoulders and I could see she had a similar arrangement of ancient knotted tattoos that ran extensively across her back, just like my grandmother's. 

Oma came up behind Tante and dropped to her knees behind her daughter; her head leaning over Tante Margarite's shoulder. Oma reached around to pinch my aunt's bothered nipples while my Tante stroked my cock infront of her face, seemingly in a trance! Oma whispered lewd words of encouragement and my aunt giggled and craned her head around to kiss my wicked ringmaster of a grandmother passionately before turning back to my cock and taking it in her mouth. 

I felt a magnificent rush of pleasure as the mouth of my Aunt drew my penis inside the warmth of her gobbler. Obviously a lady of experience, she inhaled and exhaled through her nose and sank her head down upon the length of the shaft until her lips touched the curly hairs of my pubis and my cock-head plumbed her esophagus! Oma reached down with one hand underneath Margarite's skirts to bother and diddle her woman parts while her other hand continued to tweak and torture my aunts nipples. Tante Margarite responded by slipping one hand behind her back, groping around until she found Oma's sex and began to frig her mother with her fingertips. Tante's other hand came around my backside, gripping me by the asscheeks to push and pull me back and forth, in and out, of her sucking warm mouth! My hands came down to run my fingers through her hair and finally settle with one hand on her shoulder, and one on her head, urging that wonderful instrument of soothing fellation upon my cock! Having a woman want to suck you like this is a truly joyous thing! 

My aunt's mouth and head now bobbed wickedly on my penis, taking me deeply and with lots of wet slurping sounds rising up from her mouth to meet my ears! Oma leaned forward to kiss my tante on the back of her neck and run her tongue up and down her skin, nibbling the flesh. She kissed her daughter's shoulders before biting and licking her way up to my aunt's neck and ears; tugging and chewing playfully on her earlobe and all the time frigging Tante Margarite beneath her skirt. As she did this, Oma kept whispering lewd urgent words to her, bidding her to suck me harder and force me to seed in my aunt's mouth! She told her to gobble my semen for it would be a pleasant surprise for her! Tante Margarite responded by groaning in agreement and banging the head of my penis into the back of her throat with great hungry zeal while wet sounds of saliva escaped her lips! 

The feeling on my cock was overwhelmingly wonderful! After a few minutes I felt my wave crest and rise inside me...I knew this wonderful sucking mouth of my Tante Margarite would force me to spend and spend hard! Oma and Tante had now frigged each other's cunnies into a lovely frenzy of urgent need to spend as well! I looked down and saw Oma's mouth open as Tante Margarite's fingers brought her close to the edge. Margarite was moaning feverishly into my cock as she sucked it now with reckless slurping abandon, saliva dripping from her mouth and running down her chin as Oma's fingers on her sex and nipples were now having the effect she needed. I felt the rush of my seed, I shook my head to the sky and released my call of joy in a cry of AAAAAAGGGGGGHHH as my grandmother found her crescendo sweeping her away as well, joining my call in a harmonizing OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH while Tante Margarite joined in with her cry of culmination that was gagged and muffled by my cock as it spat a warm salty breakfast into her mouth and past her tonsils. Tante Margarite gulped and swallowed loudly as my cock spouted and spouted, then she held some of the contents in her mouth as though she had just discovered a note of something...significant! 

"You noticed it too Margarite! His seed is special!" Oma said finding her breath and caressing my aunt. Margarite swallowed and broke loose from my cock saying, 

"I hadn't expected this...he is a wizard of extreme capabilities!" 

"And all we have to do is ...develop it!" Oma agreed, already know this to be true. I collapsed in the grass as the two women shared a post climactic kiss and embrace of joy. Then I was tapped on the leg by my Aunt after a few minutes of dozing as she looked down at me saying, 

"Come on boy! Your grandmother wishes to show me some mushrooms and then we are taking my flock down to her house for today and the night!" I rose to my feet and the three of us walked to the decaying log with its cache of mushrooms. Ten steps away from the log, my tante let out a shriek of surprise as she could see what all the commotion had been for, 

"Mutti! Can this be so?" she exclaimed, "I have seen Mountain Lothario grow in little patches of three here and two there but... this is incredible!" 

"The conditions for it to grow are just right Margarite," Oma replied nodding her head, " I think we will have a healthy supply. We just have to keep adding fuel to this fire!" She looked at me saying, 

"Stephan, pull some more of those rotten bits of wood up from the forest closer to this wood line...I want to give these lovelies plenty of food!" 

"So you can make more?" I asked. 

"Yes, and not just for fucking in the fields...it is excellent for circulation, for relief of inflammation...even problems with the digestive tract...just be very careful how much you use," she said with a grin. I pulled up some more bits of wood from the forest and then went back into the darkness and retrieved a four foot rotten log. I had to be careful of as it was coming apart in my hands as I handled it; about like picking up the crusts of a tart or pastry. Beetles and worms tumbled out of it as I walked to back to the two women with my four foot prize. They were placing the rotten wood around to set it all "just so" for more spores to take hold in the decaying material. When they saw the foul, mossy green bit of log I was carrying Oma cracked a joke, 

"There is something about a man with his nasty log in his hands that a girl can't get enough of!" There was a pause and then both she and Margarite exploded with a burst of naughty laughter. They showed me where to drop the rotten bit of wood and then when it hit the ground they kicked the rotten pieces of it around just as they had with the other bits of mushroom food. 

"There!" said my grandmother with her hands on her naked hips, "I think we are good here. Now let's get down to the stream. I know your sheep could use some water and probably the three of us could too!" We dressed walked down the mountain to the meadow where Grandmother and I had frolicked with Kat and her niece the previous day. Oma and I led the way passing the pipe between us. By the time we hit the stream, I had once again a massive erection in my lederhosen and Oma had been a font of lewd jokes and innuendo for the past ten minutes of the descent. Margarite had been handed one of the mushrooms that had been tainted with my sweat and she had been pressing it to her nose like it was catnip the whole way down the hillside, smiling and taking time every now and then to shoot a hand up under the skirt of her dirndl. 

At the stream, the sheep all crowded around as best they could to drink and quench four legged thirsts. Before they had a chance to reach the stream however Oma had the presence of mind to get ahead of us and move as quickly as she could to the edge of the water, strip off her clothes and take and impromptu bath in the absolutely frigid waters. She rubbed and splashed around in the freezing cold embrace of melted snow like the cold was nothing to her! I shook my head in amazement that she could handle the shock to her system like that but she rubbed and scrubbed upon her body and her armpits, and crotch, and the cleft of her arse like it was nothing to fret over. She later told me that baths in icey streams were one way she fought disease and kept her limbs pliant. She said if I did a cold bath in a mountain streams periodically, not only would I toughen up, I would also have less bone and joint trouble as I got older. 

As the sheep were just about to hit the waters she was able to reach into her bag and produce three clay beer mugs. She dipped the mugs one at a time coming up with fresh cold mountain water that had yet to be tainted by the trampling hooves of the sheep. Margarite and I gained the far bank with her and we each grabbed a mug and took a long drink. Water that is the result of snow melt is a wonderfully pure thing indeed and to someone who has been up and down the side of a mountain with a parched throat, it is as sweet as honey! 

Oma now tapped our mugs with her finger which refilled as you may have guessed a big foaming level of beer! We walked up the far slope to the edge of the meadow and the three logs to remove all our clothes and sun ourselves. As we sat naked to the sky and sun (me between the two women), Oma and Tante Margarite exchanged more bawdy jokes and riddles as we drank. Soon a pair of hands; one belonging to my grandmother and one to my aunt, found their way down to my cock to stroke and rub and frig me. 

"Well Margarite," Oma said, "are you rested? I don't think this poor billygoat has completely spent himself this morning. His bollocks could possibly use a good emptying! Let's get up onto the meadow and finish what we started up on that mountainside!" 

"I am with you Mutti!" Tante Margarite replied as she pulled me to my feet by my cock with a wicked sneer of lust upon her face. We walked a bit over into the meadow but not so far that we could not see the sheep and then we fell down into the grass and mountain flowers. Oma had me lay on my back and she mounted my face as Tante Margarite sucked my cock for a few strokes before straddling me, facing Oma and placing the head of my cock at the entrance to her hairy cunny. She sucked in her breath and then letting it out, sank and fell down upon my throbbing shaft and in one fluid motion she took me into her right down to my balls. My cock was now sheathed with the warmth of my Aunts cunt and I was now committing incest with a second female member of my family. I was now breaking through to something new! I had fucked my grandmother, I had Kat and her niece but now; I was having my own aunt and at the same time having sex with a mother and daughter! Oma made a comment that this was just the START of female relations that would feel the throb of my cock - if she had her way! I made an MMMhhhm of approval muffled by her cunny as I lapped and slurped at her clitty and labia, my fingers already rubbing, twirling, and fingering, at her puckered dung hole. 

Oma bore down her cunny upon my face, grinding my nose, lips, and chin hard while her hands playfully gave my nipples little pinches. She and Tante Margarite then leaned over for kiss and then they took turns sucking each other's neck, shoulders, ears and breasts; their hands roaming about their bodies. I began to see Oma's tattoos ruffle as I looked up from my vantage point beneath her arse-cheeks, staring up the line of her spine. She was working a magic. I then noticed that in between moans she was chanting. Presently Tante Margarite joined in the chant, just a little higher than a whisper but not so loud that it sounded like normal speech. 

Tante Margarite's arse slammed up and down on my throbbing erection; she had a very nice snug cunny that was juicing up delightfully, making lovely sensations up and down the length of my shaft. She leaned forward to suckle her mother's breasts and as she did she pulled Oma's arse cheeks wide apart for me saying, 

"Here young fellow, get in and kiss this old woman's nasty back porch!" She wiggled a finger around Oma's pink bottomhole for emphasis and as my tongue moved up to the puckered rim of her anus, Tante Margarite's hands patted the top of my head, before twirling and running her fingers through my hair. My tongue began to attack my grandmother's asshole and with both hands I reached behind Margarite's bum to find her own wicked anus and begin teasing it and diddling it with my fingertips; producing a delighted nasal moan and giggle from my auntie! Oma's anus opened up and that magical tongue of hers once again ran out through her bum-hole to poke its way around my lips and mouth before ducking back inside - the old girl loved little sexual surprises that suited her sense of lurid and lewd humor! I continued to chew Oma's arse pucker and fuck Tante Margarite while strumming her naughty bum-hole; both women now atop me bucking and moaning and cursing and laughing in the sun! 

After a few minutes of insuring Oma's rear entrance was free of ticks, I moved my tongue back to her cunny and pink little love button, sucking and chewing hard and producing sounds in my grandmother as though she was suffering from the most delightful of belly aches! She responded by grinding her crotch harder and with determined force down upon my lips and jaw panting, 

"Oh Ja, bite and chew me you wicked little fellow! Chew on your Oma's sex! AAAaggghhh oh it feels so strong and gooood!!" 

"His cock feels magnificent Mutti," said my aunt in between gasps as her arse slammed up and down on my shaft, "it is stretching me in all the right places sooooooo nicely!" She picked up the pace and energy of her fuck, matching it with Oma's as the two women, mother and daughter fondled and sucked breasts and bestowed deep moaning kisses. Their crescendo was close...so was mine! A few more seconds and Oma dropped her hands down again to tweak my nipples only to have Tante Margarite push one of Oma's hands away so that she too could inflict painful pleasure upon her nephew and twist a nipple in an effort to reciprocate the pent up excitement that was just on the other side of the barrier waiting to come crashing through! Both women were now a chorus of cursing moaning groaning kissing JA JA JA's and OOOHHHs as hips and arses sawed back and forth and up and down on my face and cock! It sounded like they were in total blissful agony, strapped to an instrument of wonderful joyous torture! 

A moment later even though I could not see anything, I felt both bodies atop me tense up, like they were squeezed by an invisible hand and a crash of thunder boomed through the valley; sounding like something straight from the Viking sagas had been set loose! Both women howled and bawled skyward in a mutually shared AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOHHHH! as a second crash of thunder sounded and lighting flashed like a welder's torch of blinding whiteness! There was a huge release of energy as three magical people in a shared three-way copulation surged and came! 

My balls cracked and thundered their own reply to the booms in the sky above me as my cock spouted warm life up into the womb of my shuddering aunt! Her cunny dribbled and piddled her own warm dew upon my cock. Not to be outdone Oma's quaking body released a cascade of salty broth upon my face and tongue while my cries were muffled by her grinding spewing cunny! We bucked and sobbed and howled as a third crash of thunder accompanied by lightning shattered the air! We spewed dew and sperm while Mother Nature sky spat fire, light, and ozone across the air! It was another first for me, I had sex with not one witch, but two and our three combined energies had come together into something truly awesome to behold when we came! The sky was a blazing tapestry of fire and swirling clouds as it seemed the very sky had seen our frollick, rubbed her own sex and cum hard, releasing thunder lightning and her own piddle! 




Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 05



It began to rain hard. We had this time caused the clouds to shake their moisture upon the land and we decided it was time to rise and dress, but not for the moment. We were exhausted. We talked of rising but the three of us thus lay there in the grass facing the clouds as my aunt and grandmother lay to either side of me stroking my waning erection and witnessing flashes of lighting here and there around the mountain in a sort of post orgasmic fireworks display. 

"He really is good," Tante Margarite finally said before giving me a peck on the lips and beginning to rise, "and I am convinced he will have awesome abilities someday! With the magic we just made Mutti, I feel ten years younger!" 

"How do you think I feel," said Oma, "I have been fucking him for only three days and look at my hair!" she exclaimed pulling off her kerchief to show the blackness now of her mane! Both women laughed and smacked me playfully on my ass, quite happy with the instrument of their rejuvenation! Oma no longer resembled Margarite's mother...she could have been assumed by anyone not in the know as having been her older sister of only five or six years advantage! 

We dressed and retrieved our things and took the sheep off the mountain down to Oma's farm. After the sheep were penned in the south pasture we headed into the farmhouse to dry off and to put away the contents of sack from the days foraging expedition. Stripping off our clothes and hanging them to dry, we worked to prepare the mushrooms in a large boiling pot for canning and bottling. Oma had special intentions for their use. Tante Margarite kept sniffing the one mushroom half that was tainted with my sweat, pressing it to her nose and crossing her eyes as the fragrance hit her sinuses. Oma from time to time took the mushroom from her to take whiffs of her own. After a couple of hours of canning she told me to lite the pipe and put some more bullweed in my lungs! 

"It's a rainy day, the animals are fed, and we are off the mountain, the ingredients are properly boiled and sealed up; now back to you Stephan! As soon as that bullweed takes effect I'll show you some more fun with your auntie," she said. Sometimes a rainy day is not something you dread. Sometimes it provides a nice excuse to shuck off work and clothes and take a special someone or a special pair of someone's to the sofa or bed and check the springs for strength. This was one of those occasions! 

In about three minutes time ...the bullweed pipe went back and forth as the rain hit the roof of the house and Mother Nature squatted to pee over the entire landscape outside! Flashes of lightning were followed by loud crashes. Oma sat in the middle of the room and put a spell of protection over Tante Margarite's sheep outside in the pasture who were huddled together uneasily in the field as the sheets of rain dumped down upon them. 

With the last of the candles lit, Oma turned on the radio and got more forbidden stations. Many more! The Nazi government usually did a pretty good job of jamming signals and filling portions of the radio spectrum with static but apparently there was no longer anyone's hand upon that switch! Things were falling apart for Hitler's Third Reich; just how much we could not be certain but there were definitely signs that change was approaching. 

As the thunder rumbled and the rain poured down, the three of us pulled back the comforter on the bed and hopped in! Oma reached over to the bedside table and found a tin of grease and opening it, had me lay between her and Tante Margarite. Both women reclined on either flank of me. Tante Margarite rubbed some of those mushrooms from the mornings foraging expedition around on my skin while Oma began to suck my cock, setting the open tin of grease upon the bed. She momentarily stopped fellating me to announce, 

"Your shaft is going to know the snugness of your Tante Margarite's ass in a minute. I just need to make certain your plow is ready to till her soil!" With that her head dropped back onto my cock and she engaged me a wonderful bit of sucking! Margarite pulled my head over to hers and kissed me; our tongues taking turn exploring each other's mouth and tastes. You can learn so much about a woman by kissing her - how she tastes, how she smells, what her health is like, and how she fucks! 

After a few minutes of sucking me, my grandmother pulled up with a lip smacking POP and then reached over and slapped my aunt on the ass saying, 

"Now Daughter, let's get your rear porch ready for that big cock!" We repositioned on the bed with Tante Margarite facing the head of the bed on all fours as the candles threw shadows all around us in every direction. Oma knelt behind her with the tin of grease she dawbed a big blob of it on her fingers and placed it at the entrance to her daughter's rectum, so that it hung on the end of her pink anus krinkle like a clear slimy nodule. She then turned her head to suck me for a few more strokes. She put the lid back on the tin and took me deep in her throat making me buck my hips and moan involuntarily, then she broke her mouth away from my cock saying, 

"Alright grandson of mine, you are ready and slicked down with my spit! Now push that blob hanging off your auntie dunghole straight up into her shoulders!" As she said this, she took me by the cock and steered me to the entrance of my tante's forbidden hole! She pushed the head of my cock up into the blob and I then took the lead and grabbed Tante Margarites hips and doing just like Oma told me (and like a good boy should), I herded the glob of grease up through the opening. I felt her slimy sphincter resist as Tante Margarite whinced and let loose a groan as if it was painful for a fraction of a second and then a HHHAAAAAAARRRR! emitted from her lips followed by and OHHHHHHHH! sounding more like pleasant satisfaction as my cock bobsledded UP into her greasy arse chute! It felt like a wonderfully warm tight and deep slick snugness; just perfect for a nephew's buggering! She wiggled a hand up under her crotch and found her clitty and cunny saying, 

"Mutti he is sooo nice! He is filling me up back there so very, VERY nicely!" Oma nodded in agreement with her daughter, wearing a wicked smile that already knew what she spoke of! 

"Let me get up at the head of things," Oma announced, "I want your tongue upon my crotch, my dear!" With that Oma moved around to the head of the bed with the pillows and lay back with her legs up high and wide for Tante Margarite to drop her head between them. I pushed and plowed my tante's stretching greased back passage while her head began to move and lick upon her mother's sex. Oma was pulling her cunny lips apart and throwing her head back with an OHHHH! OHHHHH! OHHHH! escaping from her mouth before running her tongue across her lips and shutting her eyes shut to take in the sensations. Her hand moved up to my Tante's hair to encourage and guide her munching around to just where she wanted it! It was so wonderfully nasty and foul; I was glad I had already cum so much that day or I surely would have shot my seed there and then up my aunt's wicked dunghole; the scene was JUST THAT EROTIC AND FORBIDDEN FOR ME! 

My Aunt's tattoos began to move and dance. She was making a magic again. I did just as my Oma had directed (dutiful grandson that I was), and tilled my aunt's backfield with my veiny plowshare; grabbing her hips and thrusting myself in up to the hilt of my cock with each stroke, to stretch her rectum in the most delightful and wicked way! Oma opened her eyes and gazed into mine as my aunt gobbled her cunny and thrashed her head about. Her breathing and groaning indicated my aunt had found just the right rhythm and pace with her tongue upon her mutti as a smile of deep contented bliss etched itself across my grandmother's face! She then found the words to speak saying, 

"Oh rejoice Stephan! You are adding another enchanted woman of magic to your harem! He will make a fine lover and part-time husband for you, yes Margarite?" Tante Margarite made and emphatic but muffled MM HMM into her mother's snatch before popping up to say, 

"Oh Ja Mutti! JA! JA! JA! I had no idea he was like this! It's a wonder his mother and his other aunt haven't already taken him!" she said before diving back to my Oma's steaming quim! 

"Well," Oma explained as she tried to rationalize, "I think when they broke with the enchanted world and its trappings and ways of doing things, they also broke away from our traditions of sex and love and passion. It was as if they became detached from a bit of their sexual being. I saw that later in life with UUUGGGH OH YES MARGARITE LIKE THAT...I saw that later as his father and his mother and aunt seemed EACH to be experiencing the same detachment and separation of the psyche!" 

I was hot as a stove up in my Tante's ass but I listened intently to my grandmother. Apparently from the last two days, I learned that the mountain witch-folk followed a sort of spirituality through sex that included among other taboos; bigamy, polyandry, and incestuous activity. Still I detected close bonds between members that were tight and loving. It was definitely a lot for me to comprehend; it goes without saying. 

Oma patted my tante on the head and announced that she wanted to get up for a second. She flipped herself around and rested on her knees with her hands holding the headboard before sinking herself slowly down to the pillow; head down, arse up. She looked back at Margarite saying, 

"I think it is time this boy buggered us BOTH, daughter! I did this trick with him yesterday. What do you think? HMMMM?" A mischievous smile ran across her face. 

"Most definitely Mutti! This little billy goat is more than ready!" answered my aunt. I continued to fuck and sodomize my tante as she now leaned forward and spread Oma's arse cheeks wide to expose the crooked pink star of my grandmother's anus. She ran her tongue out and plopped her mouth down upon the puffy pucker of rude flesh, to lick and tongue- fuck it to a state of adequate preparation! Oma moaned and groaned in approval, her head to one side on a pillow as her bottom-hole received a soothing tongue "back there". She was preparing herself it turns out, for more than a tongue and she needed to be good and loose for what was to come. She was also mentally preparing a spell for this act of ultimate buggery; most foul and forbidden! After a minute she nodded her head and said she was ready. 

Tante Margarite seemed to lock her mouth around Oma's ass pucker and suck at the puffy flesh. Oma moaned and recited an incomprehensible incantation making the tattoos on both their backs flutter and ripple. They were combining their magic into something special! I had a very good idea what was about to happen. I got my answer a second later. 

I pushed in and just like the day before and again, my cock kept going, and going, and going! Up and up it went into my aunts greased gut chute; hitting corners and then curving around this way and that way, causing her to moan into Oma's rectum and causing me wonderful sensations of penetration! Up and up and through her innards I went; pushing involuntarily forward! I experienced once again, hitting a woman's gullet, smashing through sphincters at both ends to then see my aunt shake slightly as I was then presently up in her throat. I felt my cockhead breech past tongue and teeth and lips; seeing from the side that my Tante Margarite had widened her jaws like she had a mouthful of food as she breathed through her nose! She kept her mouth upon Oma's anal pucker as my cock met my grandmother's naughty brown door and once again and pushed on through! 

Oma made a HAAAAAHHHH! sound followed by an OOOOOOHHHH! as her rectum now began to stretch and accommodate my cock and slide deep up into her backdoor. She turned her head back over her shoulder and looked me in the eye. She caught her breath and said to me, 

"Now dear, your aunt is properly skewered. You are going to fuck my ass up through hers and cum in in me! Then you'll make your schwanze spout again in her ass before you're through. Now get to it boy! Fuck me hard and give my ass a good stretching!" I complied and began to fuck these two women in the ass at the same time. The sensations were beyond comprehension save to say that I felt a rush of carnal bliss with each satisfying stroke; wanting only to make another and feel the same sensation upon my cock as the magical buggery of my tante and oma continued! Stroke after stroke sawed deep into both their stretching rectums. Both women moaned and mewed like two angry cats tossed in a bag; Tante Margarite's hand was frigging her cunny and clitoris in a storm of self-abuse while Oma cursed and swore as she fisted her own aged quim while my cock plowed and buggered them both! 

Sweat began to form upon my face and I blinked it away but I did not wipe it from my brow or nose. I wanted only to keep my hands upon the ass of my aunt and finish the soil tilling of these wonderfully rich nasty fields! The tattoos on both their backs now showed farmers plowing land with great effort and exertion. The field furrows became mounds of earth before the bewildered farmer's eyes. The mounds of dirt became the buttocks of women which transformed themselves into magical maidens of soil, their asses upturned and ready for farm implements of a different sort! The farmers threw their plows to the side and cocks were whipped out to dive upon the maidens to fuck and bugger their filthiest of dirt holes! Along the edges of the fields, women being buggered by their lovers, a centaur chased one maiden round and round in a forest clearing while in another scene a wild woman ran down a faun playing his pan pipe and tossed him on the ground before jumping down to ravage him. In a market in a town, a fish was being gutted. Sausages were being filled of their contents in a butcher shop by the hand of a buxom maiden who turned a naked bum to a butcher. The butcher looked both ways and seeing the coast was clear, dropped his cleaver and whipped out his cock to rudely stuff the woman's bum as she continued to grind out the meat into the allegorical casings! The wonderfully rude pornographic cartoons combined with the sight of the two writhing female relatives before me, and Oma's foul cursing and swearing was too much for the sensations now racking and ravaging my cock. My balls exploded as my Oma and Tante Margarite shuddered in a savage cataclysm of body quakes and screaming blissful agony! At the same time a thunderclap rocked the mountain and the valley! I roared AAAAARRRRGGGGHHH and my cock jetted a hot molten spout of semen up through my tante and out her mouth into the guts of my howling grandmother to splatter the walls of her rear passage in a foul filthy bit of plastering! My cock surged and spouted, and then spouted again. I was spent. Oma looked at me over her shoulder as she caught her breath and wagged a finger saying, 

"Not...yet...there is another mineshaft that needs a good pumping! You traveled up it to get to me," she said with a lewd chuckle, "now back to where you came from lover!" With that she flicked her finger and my aching balls found new ammunition and my deflating cock found new fervor as it began to swell (while at the same time it receded back out of Oma's dung chute). Back it went into Tante's maw, and Oma; definitely in control of the situation said to Tante Margarite, 

"There my darling, hold him in your mouth for a moment. Suck him clean after he's been up banging my bugger hole!" Tante Margarite did as suggested although it wasn't as though she needed coaching. She sucked my cock from the opposite direction for a good two minutes while breathing through her nose, the sensations for me were incredible and I was soon ready for a serious bugger plowing of my aunt! Oma sensed this and with a little pushing, shoving, effort, and flailing of both legs and arms; got underneath Tante Margarite so that her head was underneath my aunt's cunny and her own quim was pointing up at her daughter's face. Now my cock reversed direction and made the travel past my aunt's tongue, tonsils, and tummy and soon I was back to the start of my journey, tilling her turd tunnel! 

Tante Margarite rammed her arse back hard onto my cock as though she were attempting to fuck me with her rectum with her head turned to the side and her mouth making an "O" for several strokes. She then dropped her head down to my grandmother crotch and Oma's mouth could be heard clearly slobbering away as she gobbled Tante's cunny! It was a filthy mutual mother/daughter exchange of oral pleasuring taking place beneath me while I sawed in and out of my aunt's bowels! I lost all sense of time; I just kept fucking that brown foul hole for all its nasty worth! The room began to smell a little like anal sex, quim drippings, and sweat after a few minutes and the concoction was actually fuel that spurred me on, to plunge and lunge harder and harder into the depths of my Tante's arse; stretching her and making her groan with each buggering stroke as the driving rain on the roof and the flashes of lighting cheered us on! 

The two women beneath me were a wet sweating mass of licking, sucking, and moaning with each one's hands roaming about to make mischief in the sex of the other woman - as if the lips and tongue somehow needed help! I heard their moanings and felt their shakings again rise and increase in intensity like an engine that had run its RPMs up into the yellow arc and was dangerously close to hitting the red! My hips bucked and fucked my aunt's arse with determination and purpose, making as though it was a wet cunt I was fucking! I threw myself now to the task with sweating fevered reckless abandon as I plowed in a glorious sodomization of my grandmother's daughter; my Tante Margarite! What I was doing was wrong but it felt so damned wonderful! 

The two women below me started to moan and now whine as though in distress; their intensity and kinetic energy beginning to climb up into the red! All I heard below me was a sound like bestial animals snarling moaning mewing and munching as they feasted on the kill of some poor game beast; all I felt was the need for my balls to unload themselves! The two women shook. I shook. Another giant thunder clap crashed and shook the house the barn and the mountain! The candles in the room rose from their places and hovered in midair and their flames rose to twice their length as if something in the air was particularly volatile! Both women made muffed cries long and hard; each into the cunny of the other, and I turned my head up once again to blubber and out a tortured call of AAAAARRRHHHH OOOHHHHAAAAAAAHHH as my balls convulsed and disgorged a generous fountain of piping hot ejaculate up into Margarite's bowels...giving the walls a generous three- coat whitewash! 

Both women below me continued to quake and shudder while another load left my cock into my aunts wrecked rectum! I heard the sound now of lips sucking and licking attempting to stop the flow of something spilling over capacity as both women released their dew; each sobbing into the crotch of the other. I fell forward onto my aunt, my cock slipping out of her ass to make a popping sound and making her go, "OH!" for a moment. I bestowed kisses upon her shoulders and spine and licked gratefully at the body which had so wonderfully satisfied me! She rose from Grandmother's quim and turned to kiss me, letting me taste the salty nectar of my Oma that she had supped upon! 

Slowly the candle flames settled back down to their resting places and their flames returned to normal. The rain died down to a low steady drizzle on the roof and the thunder became more distant. The three of us lay on the bed, naked, with me in between the two women staring at the ceiling, each thinking deep thoughts and passing Oma's pipe while we sipped our beers. It was that wonderful post sex reflective period where your mind is different; you are at peace and you see things more clearly. It was contented bliss. All we could hear was our pleasant breathing and the equally pleasant sound of the rain, and the distant thunder crashes. 




Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 05



The two women stroked my balls with their fingertips and ran their hands over my sleeping penis. The pipe was passed from person to person. The rain drizzled on and the thunder now became low grumbles far, far off beyond the mountain. Finally Oma broke the calm with an announcement sounding festive like a party was to start only her words were, 

"I have to take a crap!" With that, she merrily hopped off the bed and headed into the toilet at the edge of the kitchen. Tante Margarite and I moved closer on the bed with her head on my shoulder, her hand rubbing and caressing my slumbering cock while my arm wrapped around her in an intimate post-fuck cuddle. We listened to the rain, we kissed, we listened to the rain some more. 

The sound of the rain was suddenly punctuated by the loud wet fart of my Oma crapping with the door open. A second later a second "SQUONK!" of a wet fart left my grandmother and echoed against the bowl of the toilet followed a moment later by the sound of sound of a splash. Tante Margarite and I giggled and she said aloud, 

"Mutti! I hear more thunder coming!" That got us both roaring on the bed with laughter. Oma grunted and pushed out another something with a loud splash replying, 

"It's stinky thunder anyhow! No THAT my dears is the sound of a healthy bowel that now feels great! Stephan, you seed-spout up into my rear loosened everything up, I feel magnificent and empty and clean!" 

"Any time Oma!" I answered. 

"HE IS GOING TO SEND YOU A BILL FOR HIS PLUMMING SERVICE AND FOR HIS MEDICAL PROCEDURE!" shouted Margarite. She and I laughed again and even Oma giggled as we heard the commode flush. Tante Margarite then tapped me on the thigh. 

"I have to crap young billy goat! Up with me and to the toilet!" I got up with her and we raced to the commode as I had to piss. I got to the door first and as I pointed my cock to the bowl after flipping up the seat. Tante Margarite reached from behind me to bat my hands away and steer my piss-wurst with HER hands just as I was about to let loose. She held my cock in her hands kissing my shoulders and presently I was able to make water as she cooed and said, 

"Oh such a big boy, you are pissing like a horse you are! Tante's loves her nephew with his nice fat fuck-wurst! So nice, so very nice!" She held me and held me, kissing my back and making little tickling swirls with her tongue in the middle of my spine and creeping up to my shoulders until she found my neck. I had to reach down and put my hand upon her hands holding my cock because while she was kissing she wasn't aiming and she almost "steered us off the road" so to speak, but I was quick to react and my hand guided her back to the center and we suffered no accidents I am happy to say. I kept pissing and she kept kissing saying her little OH SO NICEs and SUCH A GOOD BOYs and TANTE LOVES HER LITTLE MANs! 

Finally my stream went dry. Tante gave me a few shakes and then I flushed the commode. I started to walk off but my aunt grabbed me by the cock and made me stay while she dropped the seat, spun around, and sat down on the toilet. She began to suck on me while she took a steaming hot piss! 

She fellated my cock back into something more or less hard and kept doing so as Oma walked over to the doorway to watch us; her hand tweaking her sex as her mouth puffed on her pipe and her daughter puffed upon mine! Presently my aunt ran out of piss and began to trickle a last few drops of piddle. She then squinted her eyes and strained as a loud TOOOOT of a fart sounded against the bowl! Oma and I chuckled. Oma kept her voice at a whisper saying, 

"His cock did good things for you to Margarite? He loosened you up back there? Got things, going, yes?" Tante Margarite did not take her mouth off my cock but registered her reply with her eyes and nodded her head happily as she sucked and said MMMMM- HHHHMMM! in acknowledgement! She strained again and another fart produced a large splash in the bowl below her rump. I had a question for Oma, 

"Oma, many of the magical people are like you and Tante Margarite? They enjoy lots of sex, yes?" 

"Yes, that is true. Why do you ask?" replied Oma. 

"Well, it's just that many of you seem to have relations with your relations, yes? You seem to fuck relatives and what-not, yes? 

"That is true too. Go on," she said. 

"Well, in school we learned that sex between relatives produces birth defects and stupidity amongst their offspring. Why is your family not rife with idiots and deformed bodies? 

"Oh that is an excellent question Stephan!" she said as my aunt continued to crap and suck my cock in a scene most surreal and strange, "You see, with enchanted folk-first of all; not ALL practice incest. Many do but many do not. My father and mother did not but they were only half magical and they never developed the part of themselves that was magical. My Tante did (as did her son), my cousin Magnus. When magical people who are related copulate, they can combine powers like I told you earlier. If the copulation results in a pregnancy, the child will be normal but perhaps with even MORE powers than if the parents were not related. In some cases where magical people who are not related come together and copulate, the same is true; the magics can multiply and produce an offspring of great power as is the case of you!" I understood and I nodded my head. 

"You could sire some incredibly powerful magic folk," Oma continued, "if you were bred to the right witch. If you bred with a cousin or aunt or even your mother that offspring would be normal but exceptionally powerful. Regardless of the level of power, magical folk do tend to have a certain higher level of sexual vigor you may discover." 

"You mean we are always randy?" 

"Like goats in the Spring!" she laughed, "Magical folk are always ready to rut and have a good horizontal time! With the strong power comes strong drives! Even non-enchanted people descended from magical folk, often report having especially strong sexual urges and drives well into their later years!" 

Oma put her hand on my Aunt's head and looked down at her while she sucked me. Another fart and another splash were heard. I was beginning to get hard, and very aroused as Tante picked up the pace and intensity with her mouth. Oma blew smoke in my face from the pipe muttering another quick spell before kissing me while my aunt sat on the commode fellating me. I felt my balls recharge and my erection became painful as my Oma kissed me and my aunt's mouth became a sucking slurping hole of hungry greed! This went on for a few minutes until I felt my balls begin to quake again as Oma's spell pushed them forward to yet ANOTHER explosion. Oma locked her lips around mine and I was surprised at the intensity of this new orgasm as I was hit by a huge spasm that forced Oma to hold me upright and steady me as I howled and spouted hot fresh seed into my aunt's hungry feeding mouth! I sobbed and cried as I heard my aunt make loud gulping sounds. Finally we pulled away from our kiss and my Oma patted me on the butt looking down at my aunt saying, 

"You're welcome Margarite! I just had a healing shot of his seed spout into your maw! Between what he has fired into all your holes you will feel ten years younger!" Oma walked to the kitchen to toss on her dress and fix some lunch. Tante Margarite kept sucking me until my rude root was clean. She pushed and strained again and there was a spattering sound in the bowl beneath her. She broke her suction of my cock and looked up at me to say, 

"Your seed has made me a little loose back there! Its running right out of me! Such a naughty foul boy you are! I haven't been able to push out a crap this easily since I can't remember when!" We chuckled in the fouled atmosphere in the toilet. Our laughter was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was a good thing Oma had dressed. She pushed the door to the toilet closed after slapping me on the arse and telling me to get in. I sat there on my Aunt's lap; both of us fearful what the knock could be. Could Grandmother's spell have failed with the Gestapo? We didn't know; we just cowered in the cramped toilet and listened. 

Oma opened the door and to greet the person standing outside. We were relieved to hear the voice of a little boy telling us that his father's cow was ailing and we were needed. Oma said that she would gather her things and that she would be there right away. The front door closed, there was no danger. We were so relieved! The door flung open and Oma stood there before us. 

"Lunch will have to wait for us. Get some clothes on you two! We have animals to see to the needs of!" With that she turned and went for her black medical bag. I hopped off my Tante's lap and she stole a kiss off my shoulder as I got up. She closed the door and finished the paperwork associated with her job while I went for my clothes. I was blowing out candles in the bedroom as she emerged and scooped up her dirndl and found her undergarments. We were a mess and we smelled of sex, but we were desperately needed apparently. 

"Come on you two," said Oma "we haven't got all day! Raus!" She gave us both a swat on the ass as we exited the door after hurrying to get our shoes on. We were out the door and up the street to the village in no time. The rain had finally backed off to a fine mist. As we walked I could see Tante Margarite's sheep in the pasture, looking forlorn and sad like drowned rats. A little bit of blue in the clouds to the west indicated that the day would clear again and then the flock would be warm and dry once more. Oma told me to stop looking at the sheep and to hurry. 

We arrived, at the farm and Oma greeted the farmer whose son had run to get us. He was an older man who had lost four sons in the war at various locations we would later learn. The young boy was the only son he had left. His wife was in the barn with the cow and the situation seemed serious. The farmer led us into the barn to see the problem. 

The cow was off to one side of the barn standing in a stall with the farmer's wife staring at the animal, very concerned. Oma greeted the woman and entered the stall. She walked up to the animal, talking in soothing tones of reassurance. She placed a hand on the cow's side and patted the animal to let her know all would be well. The farmer's wife explained that the cow had been walking with a limp for three days now and that she was not giving milk. Oma looked around the stall and saw the droppings of the cow. She bent over them and sniffed, and then asked for pitchfork which the farmer fetched for her quickly. 

She turned the cow dung over and over; observing the material and nodding her head. Handing the pitchfork back to the farmer, she then went to the head of the cow and looked up her nose and into her eyes; nodding in understanding of what she saw. Then she went to the cows udders and took a peek underneath; only to come up nodding her head. Lastly she looked at the cow's feet and she lifted each one to inspect the hooves. As she dropped the last hoof, she was now a series of nods; sure of what the misfortune was. She turned and looked at the farmer's wife, 

"Frau Hertel," she asked, "may I please use your kitchen?" Frau Hertel promptly agreed. As we walked from the barn Oma said to me and Tante Margarite, 

"I know what ails this cow. I will need your help while I boil up some things on the stove in the kitchen. Oma gave us a list of items to fetch back at her own kitchen and then with a swat on my rump she sent me and Tante Margarite to fetch what she required. We took about half an hour to find what Oma needed and then return to the Hertel family farm. We spread out the contents from Oma's cupboard on the table while Oma worked over a large pot on the stove. 

She brought a second pot to boil and added ingredients from the items on the table. Reaching into her medical bag of holding, Oma produced a pestle and grindstone which she used to grind a few yellow roots up into a fine powder. She added them to the first pot. She then added a few desiccated mushrooms and lichens to the second pot and kept stirring. 

The room began to smell particularly foul and noxious. It was a bit like sitting in a jar of medicine. Oma noticed this and had Frau Hertel open a few windows to get a draft going. Over the next forty-five minutes she stirred and stirred both pots; the atmosphere of the room becoming very pungent and smelly. Oma didn't seem to mind but just continued to add ingredients to the pots as we chatted and attempted to ignore the smell. Finally she checked the contents and deeming them ready, she took the contents of the first pot and added them to a clean jar. As for the second pot (which looked something akin to a black boiling tar), she asked the farmer to carry it to the barn. She also asked for a paint brush to be brought. Herr Hertal huffed and puffed as he carried the foul stinking tub of black porridge out to the barn. 

Upon arriving back at the cow's stall, Oma had the pot set down on the straw and she picked up the cow's lame foot and had me hand her the paintbrush. She dabbed the brush in the smelly tar and then gave the hoof a liberal painting all around the hard cracked tissue. When she had applied what she thought was sufficient she dropped the cow's foot to the ground and turned to the farmer handing him the brush saying, 

"It is hoof rot. Early stages. I have arrested the condition with that tarring but I want you to continue tarring that foot every day for two weeks. Now, the contents of that jar in the kitchen are for the milk problem. Take three spoonfulls and add them to her grain at each feeding. You should have milk in about five days." With that we were thanked by the Hertel's and we were paid with a jug of Herr Hertel's cider from the barn. We gathered up our supplies from the kitchen table and were about to leave the smelly kitchen we had stunk up with our medicine-making when a girl appeared at the door and asked Oma to come at once. We had another farm emergency. 

And so it went; we went to another farm and helped a farmer whose chickens were not laying. Upon seeing the barnyard, Oma realized that the problem was the farmer's rooster. After inspecting the young cock, she found there was nothing wrong with him but for the fact that he was not fulfilling his obligations to shag all the hens in the barnyard rotten, and with regularity. She reached into her medical bag and handed the farmer some pills that she had put together with a little pill press back in her kitchen. She told the farmer to grind one of these pills up and put it in the rooster's feed. In about two days he should be rutting the hens ragged and then shortly there would be eggs again. The famer had no money at the moment. Oma looked around the barnyard and saw that the farmer DID have another rooster who was a little on the scrawny side of things...like he had been put together with odds and ends. Definitely he was anything but the alpha male of the barnyard and he would have barely passed for a beta! The farmer scratched his head and then agreed to give him in exchange. 

I asked if he was going in the pot as I carried the scrawny rooster and Tante Margarite walked alongside us carrying the cider jug. Oma shook her head. She laughed saying, 

"No, that rooster just needs the right feed and his feathers will come out and he will be big and strong. He will be a fine addition to our barnyard and he'll be fucking the hens hard in no time! He'll also give the hens something they need, which is a little variety! I feed that special pill ground up to my other rooster and he is a veritable satyr of the barnyard with the hens! It's a wonder they can sit down to lay! 

We next were called upon to help a farming family whose plow horse was colicky. After that we were pulled across the road to help a family with a boy with a rash upon his arm. A poultice of herbs later, and following instructions to the boy's mother, we were on our way down the road to Oma's farm. The shadows were getting long and we would need to feed our animals soon. We guessed that lunch would be put on hold as Oma and Tante would try to cobble together a meager supper. 

It was going to have to be postponed however, as a girl came riding up to us on a bicycle with tears in her eyes. She was frantic and had been looking for us all over the village. I noticed she was pretty and about nineteen years old but very distressed. She told us that her Mother, her Grandmother, and her older sister were all ill and she was greatly frightened for their welfare! We headed to the house as quickly as we could manage. The house lay on the outskirts of the village and Oma commented that quite frankly she did not get over that way very much. 

We entered through a doorway to the home and the girl led us to a bedroom where the girl's grandmother lay in bed moaning and groaning. She then led us to another bedroom where her mother and sister lay in bed. It was the same story as in the first room; both women were moaning and groaning in great discomfort. Oma had gone from sick person to sick person and looked in their eyes and smelled their breath. Again with the head nods, she knew what it was. 

"May I see your trash?" Oma asked the girl. 

"Of course," the girl answered. She brought Oma out to a rubbish bin and Oma sifted through the meager garbage left by the family until she found what she was looking for. 

"What did the family have for lunch today?" she asked the girl. 

"My grandmother said she would be making soup," answered the girl. 

"Did you have any?" Oma asked. 

"Nein," she answered, "I was working at a farm up the road and I could not make it home for lunch. I ate with the family there." 

"It may have saved your life and the lives of those inside," Oma answered, " you were able to not eat what made your family sick and you then were able to come get help. She held up an empty soup can with a large dent in it. The inside of the can showed foul streaks of rust inside and smelled of fouled food. Oma sent the girl to fetch a bucket of clean water and to but it to boil on the stove. She then turned to me and Tante whispering, 

"I know those three women; the grandmother is Norma Antmuller. She is an old contemporary of mine from a long time ago. The mother is Marlene Antmuller." 

"Marlene Antmuller!" Tante Margarite cried, "I could barely recognize her! I haven't seen her since..." Oma nodded and continued, 

"The last one is Sabina Antmuller," she said, "she is the cruel woman who visited us yesterday with the two soldiers!" She said this more to me than to Tante Margarite. I had been standing back in the doorway as grandmother had been inspecting the patients and I had not really gotten a good look at anyone's faces but now I realized that the young girl fetching water in with haste did resemble the cruel woman with the tight blonde bun of hair. I asked Oma, 

"What will you do Oma?" 

"What will I do?" she said with eyes looking at me in disbelief, "I came here to heal this family and that is what I intend to do. 

"But if that woman survives, she will report us!" I said. 

"Keep your voice down, wooden head!" Oma snapped at me, "No she won't. The situation has turned a bit and past loyalties for Fatherland and patriotism have faded away like so much smoke on the wind! I can feel it. Everyone now is more concerned with where their next meal will come from and not about being a good party man. Everything up is now down for this town anyway! " 

With that, she sent me to run back to the her house to get something she needed. She had the ingredients already in her bag and in sufficient quantities but I was to pick up a red leather doctor's bag from underneath the sink in the toilet room. She said I would know it as soon as I saw it. She was right. When I got to the farm house and looked under the sink, I saw a gaudy red leather physician's bag that was quite worn and threadbare. I snatched it up and raced to get back to the house on the opposite side of town. 




Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 06



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. 




Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 06



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. 




Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 06



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! 

Tante then stopped her meadow dance and stepped over to me like some mountain pixie and motioned Oma to do the same. The two women now scrutinized me the way they would a pot of soup on a stove. They looked very serious for a moment and furrowed their brows until the serious nature of their faces forced them both to break up laughing as both found the stern contemplative face of the other particularly worthy of a snort and a belly laugh! 

"Are they ready," Tante Margarite asked Oma in between snorts and giggles, "the lovely little sweat truffles under his arms?" 

"Let's see," said Oma. She held out her hand while giggling at some unknown but obviously hilarious joke known but to her, and I placed the now fully fouled fungus in her fingers. She raised it to her nose and sniffed, looking up at her eyebrows thinking hard but still giggling. After a moment she shook her head, 

"No, not quite but it will make a nice strong potion by the time we reach the hut!" She laughed and took both mushroom halves, placing them away in her magical sack. We were making good time but the sun was getting far across the sky and we would need to get to our destination before it sank behind the mountains. We continued on despite our progress being slowed by the two crazy women who were still skipping along, telling bawdy jokes, and wandering around in blissful silliness! 

We started up a gradual slope for about a kilometer with the flock. We then picked up a mountain trail, worn down by countless alpine trekkers and moved into a high long green meadow. Above us, ridges capped with snow rose to either side like walls; forming a bowl beneath the mountain's snow fields and peak. 

Below the snow fields were thick woods of pine that ringed the bowl. It was all very surreal and beautiful! The warm green meadow with its sharp upslope covered with lush grasses and brilliant alpine flowers stood in stark contrast to the frigid snow fields above. 

A mountain brook bubbled and gushed forth; running out of the woods beneath the peak. It bisected the middle of the meadow in a lazy zig zag and then finally ran alongside the trail that we were moving along. To one side of the flowing water, about halfway to the tree line from us I saw steaming mud flats that dumped into the stream. Halfway to the hot spring and in the middle of the meadow lay our destination, the shepherd's hut! 

As we approached the hut I saw that a large sheep pen lay to the southeast corner of the dwelling. It was partially covered on one side with a roof above a feeding manger. Next to the pen's gate was a small tool storage area. The hut itself was rough and made from local wood. It had two stories with small windows on both levels and the upper floor boasted a balcony that looked out back across the meadow to the southeast and beyond. It all looked like a charming little alpine cabin. 

It was slightly crooked (to include its crooked chimney) but it was wonderfully decorated with its red and green painted shutters with carved hearts in their centers. There were actually quite a few carved and stylized surfaces along the outside of the cabin. Wooden squirrels climbed heavy beams with carved acorns in their mouths. A carved wooden owl surveyed the landscape from up on the balcony. The balcony itself was rather large by most standards and had two stout tree trunk columns holding it up. I could see that it formed a sort of elevated patio with a view of the sheep pen and the entrance to the meadow. 

I guessed that it had taken a talented wood carver many hours of painstaking work on the balcony and the overall dwelling. Countless other birds, animals, and butterflies adorned the wooden structures and supports of the otherwise simple cabin. It was very quaint. It also looked a bit cramped for three people. 

Oma had me run ahead and make certain the gate to the sheep's pen was open. I then ran back to assist Oma and Tante Margarite as they drove both flocks into the enclosure. After putting the sheep up for the night Oma retrieved the tiny poultry coop from the sack. 

She set it on the ground, tapped it with her wand, and the coop stretched and grew. In a few seconds it was back to its original dimensions; full of squawking ducks, chickens, and geese all impatient to get out in the open air! Oma opened the latch to the pen and then all the foul sprang forth, clucking and squawking and carrying on with a bluster of feathers and commotion. The chickens strutted off into the grass looking for bugs, the ducks and geese waddled off to the stream for a much needed swim. All looked happy that the trip was at an end, and we shared their enthusiasm! 

Lastly, the three of us went around to the front door to the cabin. Oma fetched a key from the sack, unlocked the door and pushed it open; stepping out of the way facing me. She puffed herself with pride saying, 

"Your palace awaits!" She looked like a doorman to a fancy hotel the way she stood up ramrod straight to the side of the entrance. I poked my head in through the door and then stepped back and looked at Oma saying, 

"Are you sure the three of us will fit in here?" Oma pushed me out of the way and looked into the hut to see for herself what I was talking about. She saw the cramped living area, the tiny roughhewn table and two simple stools. She saw the rickety ladder going up to the loft above. She saw the dilapidated old stove rusting away in the corner and she saw the small cot, littered with field mouse droppings. She made a face and pushed me out of the way of the door shutting it again and explaining to me, 

"Sometimes the spell doesn't hold if the witch is away for too long! I haven't been up here since August of last year!" She locked the door and then held the key tightly in her hand speaking in her ancient and arcane tongue with her eyes closed. 

She took Tante Margarite's hand and the two women repeated the strange phrases over and over for a minute. Oma then held the key up to the sun and inspected it. I could see that what had once been a rusty bit of iron was now clean metal and what's more...it shimmered and with multiple dancing specs of color in the sunlight with little sparks flying away from it! 

Oma now tapped the door with the key. The sparkles and color transferred from the key to the wood of the door and then the wood of the doorway became awash in color and sparks before seemingly dissolving inside the structure. Oma then looked up at the hut like she were addressing its very frame, its beams, its rafters as she said, 

"House upon the mountain, I have returned! Rouse yourself from your sleep!" With that she opened the door and the three of us stepped inside. I was shocked by what I beheld! 

Where there had been a tiny living space big enough for one shepherd who wasn't too fat or too obsessed with cleanliness, there now was an enormous first floor! A large fireplace of stone stood in one corner, a beautiful cast iron stove stood where the dilapidated one had! The remainder of the house was furnished opulently by comparison to the previous example and after we ascended the stairs to the overhead bedroom, the luxuriously cozy sleeping conditions didn't disappoint either! A large feather bed next to an enormous dresser faced the window with its cheery balcony. 

I was perplexed but happy. Oma could see the look upon my face and explained as best she could to me. She told me that this is a very powerful spell that an ancestor had originally set on the hut. It was a little like a clock but it had to be reset or the interior would return to its shabby condition. The magic altered the space inside the dwelling much in the way that space and other dimensions such as that of time could be... then she stopped, seeing that I was staring at her and her explanation like a pig looking at a wrist watch! 

"Well," Oma said as my Tante chuckled behind her shoulder at me, "maybe some other time when you are better rested and we have all had less of THIS pipe!" She waved the pipe around and seeing it was empty, plugged it with a bit more bullweed from a cabinet above the stove. She then looked at the stove itself as she lit the pipe and exclaimed, 

"Oh that reminds me! Margarite, let's get a fire going and get ourselves empty of these mushrooms!" Tante agreed it was time. She built a fire in the stove and I helped Oma gather water from the stream outside in the meadow. 

Both women sat on the floor facing each other, a basket beside them while I watched. The two wise women took turns reaching inside each other and plucking the strange fungus out and dropping them the pot of water. First Oma turned and faced away from my aunt on all fours with her ass high in the air and her head down. 

My Tante Margarite carefully reached inside her mother and plucked one mushroom after another from her cunny hole. The mushrooms had made both women extremely randy and lusty so they made a particularly lewd sight; my grandmother OOHHing and AHHHing with a wicked smile on her face as she sashayed her hips around against her daughter's probing touch. Then it was my aunt's turn and she spun around, and thrust her ass high for her mother's plucking fingertips. My grandmother soon emptied my aunt of all the fungus up her fanny but not without my Tante Margarite giving the same lusty lunges and grinds against her mother's hands that my Oma had given her! 

The slimy mushrooms (marinated already in cunny juices of the two women), were then moved up to the stove and dumped in a boiling pot of water. Tante Margarite then retrieved from the sack the two fungi that I had fouled with the sweat of my armpits on the long trek up the mountain. She gave them both a good strong whiff that made her eyes cross and her breathing to become momentarily heavy -like she had just stepped up them mountain again. Her hand absent mindedly found her crotch and bothered her salmon petals as she dropped the two mushrooms in to the mix. Oma rooted around in the sack and started placing spices and herbs up onto shelfs. She snatched a few pinches of dried this and desiccated that and then ground them up with a mortar and pestle on the counter before tossing the contents into the brew. 

Tante Margarite and Oma took turns stirring the pot and putting away necessary odds and ends up into the shelves and cupboards. From time to time they would sniff the stewing mess which to me smelled almost as nasty as the foul glop we had made at the farm the day before when we had to save a family from food poisoning. I decided that whatever the concoction was; it was an acquired taste. This did not stop the two women as my oma and tante would take in great lungful's of the steam and then run over and smell my neck and chest, only to then go cross-eyed and dash back to the pot; stirring both the ladle and their own juicing quims! 

I finally asked Oma what she was making. She explained that it was a special potion that had a certain "endurance effect" on any "patient" who took of it. She the fetched a small steeping pouch from the shelf and began filling it with assorted grains from some of the many jars situated around her. She tossed in the bag and kept stirring. After several minutes she had Tante Margarite crush up some dried hops flowers and some honey from the shelf into the mix. I now knew what the foul stink was and I what's more, I knew what this potion was as well. Oma and Tante were making beer from the mushrooms! 

It made a little more sense to me now. Truth be told, anything concerning beer to me makes sense but perhaps that is another discussion for another day. Oma stirred for a few minutes more and then she pushed the bubbling cauldron to the far end of the stove to allow for cooling and she dropped a few more hops in for aroma which filled the entire hut with the strong smell. We opened windows and even propped the door open to the house but only wind and time were going to get rid of the smell. 

"Well," said Oma, "no use sitting in this hut. We have a few hours of sun left before it is gone behind the peaks and it becomes cool outside. Margarite, what do you say we show your nephew the mud springs up in the meadow?" 

"Ja Mutti," my aunt replied, "a good idea! We both are particularly full of energy and mischief and could use a bit of RELEASE with this fine young morsel!" she eyed me with a bit of a randy leer and I could tell that whatever it was up rattling around in her head concerning the steaming mud, it was no good! 

We were out the door and across the field before I knew it. The two excited women dragged me by the hand, through the grass and the flowers and across the stream that bisected the meadow. As we approached the stream, my oma pushed ahead of us and waded knee deep through the rushing water while I held back on the shore with my aunt. 




Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 06



She seemed placid and calm about the whole activity and I figured she was just using her mind trick to fend off the biting cold of a mountain spring that came directly from a frigid source up on the high snow fields. But no, something else was true. My tante gave me a little push from behind and I fell forward into the rushing water, completely unprepared! 

I hit the water bracing for an electrifying shock of cold -that never came! I stood, mad for a brief instant at being tripped up and then realized the water was warm as a cup of tea. It also was a bit cloudy, for I could not see my feet in what should have been a clear running mountain stream. I looked at Oma and Tante totally confused. They were both laughing at my terror and then at my subsequent realization that all was not as it seemed. 

"There is a thermal seam," Oma explained, "deep in the base of this mountain. The fissure goes straight down into the bowels of this mountain range I suppose. A few years ago we had several men from the Reich's Science Ministry do a some geological surveys on the mud vents up ahead of us. They were geologists or some other group of fancy fellows with important titles coming up here to measure everything concerning the boiling mud coming up from the ground. I spoke to one fellow about it and he told me all about it." 

"Did he tell you this willingly or did you get some use out of your wand?" I asked my grandmother, feeling rather snide with my question. 

"I invited the young man in for tea and hot soup back at the hut," she continued, ignoring the impertinence of my comment, "and he told me how there is a similar hot spring fissure down in back of the palace in the next valley." 

"And a member of a Reich's Ministry just told you everything about a project he was working on?" I said keeping my smirk and doubting that she had told the whole story. 

"Well," she said looking at her bare feet in the grass as if they were now particularly interesting, "I suppose ...my wand came out while he was having a second bowl of soup. Yes, perhaps that is true." 

"And did that young scientist find himself staying much longer than just the time required for lunch," I asked "and then did he wake up in the meadow several hours later with no memory of events and his shoes upon the wrong feet?" I laughed at her expense, clearly seeing now that I had hit a nerve. She blushed red as she remembered something particularly lewd and tawdry and then she looked back at her bare feet some more. 

"A girl has needs yes? You understand? I recall he and I did some lovely experiments together as two devotees to science and both of us did much to gain understanding of the mysteries of the earth," she said looking rather sheepish. She then giggled and her face took on a bawdy expression as she recalled, "Oh, he had such a lovely slide rule, or was it a thermometer. All I know is that it was long and he stuck me with it in several places!" Oma and Tante Margarite exploded with laughter at this observation and I shook my head. 

My aunt joined me in the unusually warm water and walked to the far bank, careful not to slip. At the far side we joined my grandmother and walked on up the slope to the flats. We walked parallel to another small stream that ran out of the flats and into the larger that we had just crossed. 

"See this stream; how it smokes and steams?" Oma asked me. I nodded observing that the surface of the water had wispy traces of vapor rising from its surface. Oma continued, 

"It runs directly out of the mud vents. Back behind us about where we crossed the big stream, the water mixes with the frigid water from the snow fields you see high above us! This little stream is a little bit hotter before it dumps into the larger one. It is about as warm as a nice bath. That is we are taking you there. It is truly something to see and experience." 

"Experience?" I asked. 

"We are going to make family goulash soup!" Tante Margarite laughed as she swatted me playfully on the behind. 

"Well," Oma corrected, "familial fondue or familial hot cocoa anyhow!" She and Margarite tittered like two lecherous old women as we made our way up to the muddy place in the meadow. When we arrived we stood on stony outcrops of rock that pushed up from the grass and lichens making a nice solid perch for us to take in the scene before us. And what a scene it was! 

I looked across a great collection of holes; some completely covered in mud and some containing clear water that looked a bit warm by bathtub standards. Another stream ran out of the forest and cascaded through ancient boulders into the flats. It spilled into the basin formed by the collection of muddy pits, running around some of the craters and pouring into others directly. Some holes appeared dark and cloudy, while others up higher away from the edge of the vast collection of mud holes were clear as though looking through a window pane but still filled with water that I judged to be much hotter. Within these clear holes I saw brightly colored mineral deposits that reminded me of illustrations in some children's books I had seen years before. 

The water that streamed into the mud pots and collected and swirled before us, steamed and smoked in the gentle breeze giving the place the appearance of a Roman style bath or a Scandinavian sauna. It churned around a bit in the bubbling nooks and crannies and then exited the mud pots by way of the steaming brook, carrying its sediments with it to head down the meadow to the main stream where we had just come from. It had a beautiful and surreal appearance that was nothing short of "otherworldly." 

"Oma," I said to my grandmother, "you mentioned that the palace has something like this down in the next valley over from your farmhouse?" 

"Yes," Oma said to me, "the old palace was the sight of many visits by nobles and elites who would come to use the 'smoking pools' and the 'natural healing water baths" in the gardens behind the main residence. The nobles who lived there build a large pavilion in the middle of the gardens and people would go and use the hot baths and the hot mineral mud for all kinds of ailments." 

"What good does the mud do?" I asked. 

"Oh," said Oma knowingly, "the mud is full of mineral sediments from deep inside the Earth Mother. It has special power all its own!" 

"And it does wondrous things for those who bathe in it," added my tante who continued with, "well, some wondrous, and some deliciously wicked." 

The two women grabbed me by a hand on either side of me and the three of us stepped from the outcrop first onto a bed of warm muddy sediments that were drying in the sun and then up to the edge of the cloudy swirling water, leaving footprints behind as we stepped. We walked forward out to our knees in the soupy mess and the temperature of the eddies of dark muddy current was definitely hot, but not so much as to cause discomfort. Oma looked over to a side bank of the pits where the mud looked particularly dark and viscous. 

"There! Let's make our way over there," she said nodding in the direction with her head and we waded through deeper water that was up to our midsection and was cloudy as a blackish/grey plaster at the deepest point. We then started up a slight rise until we made the far side. As we reached the steaming embankment Oma released my hand and turned around. She fell backwards into the soft black mud, sinking up to her neck and making a contented, AHHHHHHH! SO NICE! Tante Margarite followed suit and did the same; a look of happiness spreading across her face. 

I figured there was obviously no danger in any of this so I spun around and fell backwards, ending up in a sitting position between my aunt and grandmother with steaming warm mud up to our necks. It was wonderfully comforting and primal; like jumping into a warm bed after a night out in the cold or being wrapped in a hot towel after a cold plunge in icy water. Every squish and squash of my body in the slightly hot sediments felt luxurious! There was only one small problem.  

"What is that smell? It is like gunpowder or rotten eggs." I asked. 

"There is sulfur in the mineral deposits," Oma with a blissful smile on her face, "it is marvelously ...therapeutic!" She closed her eyes and let the sun stream down and strike her in the face. She now had hot mud running in a line from the base of her chin all the way back to her earlobes and everything below that line was completely submerged in the hot black soup. 

"It also invigorates," said Tante Margarite to my other side, "in many mysterious ways." She also was in up to her neck in the sulfurous black pudding and I could best describe her look as an intoxicated state of primal contentment mixed with a good old flirtatious leer. I wasn't certain if it was the effect of the mushrooms or the "healing" properties of the mud but a second later I found two grasping female hands come in from either side and begin raking fingernails up and down my flesh in lewd fashion; unseen below the bubbling hot sediments that surrounded me! 

I felt my loins begin to surge and stir somewhere down in the black mineral soup. Was it my imagination and my aunt's suggestion combined with the persistent rubbing hands that was doing this to me? Was it the bullweed? Was it the mushroom fog from the kitchen...or was it truly the properties of this otherworldly bath of hot mineral stew in which I was sitting? I didn't know, but what I was certain of; the beast in my balls was snarling and ready to go, as my "short arm" stood up and stiffly saluted. 

Oma and Tante Margarite leered again at me with foxlike grins across their faces. Hands now found my cock and both women pouted their lips, and mewed at me with soothing tones and exaggerated wrinkles on their brows. Oma's had found my bollocks and squeezed gently as my tante ran her hand up and down my veiny pole. 

"Oh it's just like iron Mutti," Tante exclaimed in a teasing whine, "like the barrel of a cannon!" 

"Ja daughter," Oma replied, "and I found his powderbag and cannonballs! Do you think we should practice a little gunnery?" 

"I do Mutti," Tante shot back wickedly, "I most certainly do!" 

A moment later and Tante straddled across my lap somewhere down in the black ooze (all I could see was her face and shoulders before me). She sheathed my cock up into her cunny and began to buck and ride me. Oma lay next to us in the bubbling warm blackness with her head next to mine and ran her hands over us. The muck and mire proved to be quite slippery, even a bit greasy as we thrashed about in what could be described as a truly filthy fuck! 

As we bucked and thrashed together, I couldn't help but notice that both women now looked much younger (as the effects of my magical healing seed had taken hold). Oma could now pass for a woman in her late forties as almost every trace of grey hair was gone; replaced by a black mane of hair. Also gone were her lines and wrinkles, save a very few. With Tante Margarite the same was true. She still looked like a mature woman but now she had the appearance of a lady in her late thirties who had experienced quite an easy life, instead of one characterized by the toil of farming and sheepherding. They knew they had a good thing with me and they planned to keep me nice and safe up here in our mountain hideaway; at least until we knew that nobody was looking for me! 

After a few minutes of thrashing and fucking in the sloppy warm black mess, my Tante screamed and cried with joy as I grunted and blew my seed straight up into her cunny! Meanwhile while Oma cheered us on, impatient for her turn! Tante switched out with her mother and before I was able to go limp the old witch mounted my member and began to hop up and down upon it with great enthusiasm. My head was still a fog from all the bullweed I had smoked so in very short time I had something quite veiny and hard to work with, (it didn't hurt in the least that I was also eighteen and feeling my oats)! 

We continued to rut and lunge our bodies together in the wonderful stinking black mess like a pair of pigs! All we needed was a wooden pen around the bubbling mud pit for the scene to be complete I mused. As Tante Margarite now egged us on over the next several minutes with absolutely foul suggestions and rubbed her hands upon us, I felt Oma's excitement begin to rise and build. 

Oma eventually joined in with her daughter's filthy suggestive speech as her crescendo rose higher and higher. At last it sounded as though they were having an argument of sorts as both screamed obscenities at one another! It might have been something to completely off-putting for myself and my erection under "normal" circumstances, but I was full of lustful energy and bullweed smoke, there was simply no stopping me! As I thrashed and plowed Oma's quim, I noticed that the pool of black muck was bubbling with greater and greater intensity. I realized then my grandmother was not cursing but reciting the incantation another sexual spell and seemed to be in an altered state of consciousness! 

My grandmother's shrieks and howls of profanity now became an ancient tongue. My aunt shouted the incantation with her and their voices blended into one shrill chorus of incantation. I felt my crescendo rising again. 

I didn't know what else to do to assist in the magic but I remembered one trick that might assist. I imagined my arm pushing inside my grandmother's body, straight into her core. I made a fist of my hand for a moment and then I stopped as Oma and I hung on the edge of our orgasms. I brought my finger and thumb together on my imaginary hand and continued to wait as my crescendo built and built. Both woman were thrashing about in the bubbling black mud and now just a stream of ancient spells; Oma fucking me for all she was worth and my aunt with her hands on both our bodies. I sensed the time was right and it was then that I snapped my imaginary fingers. 

My spell combined with theirs and the pots of mud rolled and stirred in large waves as each of the pooling mineral seeps erupted around us! Oma howled and shook through her crescendo and I roared as I sent hot jets of seed up inside her womb hole! Next to us my Tante simply stared skyward as if in a trance! At the outer edge of the mud pots, the clear water pools belched great geysers of water skyward, and across the clouds high above us the heavens erupted in a flash of lightning followed by a roar of thunder! Then there was peace and tranquility. 

Oma looked odd as if she had awakened from a dream. She turned her face to me and stared at me soberly. Then she spoke. 

Your mother will arrive soon. She will bring her sister. She will also bring your sister and your cousin. 

"Mother and Gudrun? Tante Ilse? Cousin Bettina?" I asked, "How do you know this?" 

"Oh," Oma answered, "I know this perfectly well. This hot spring has never failed me when I use an Oracle spell and make a magic inside it!" 

"How will they get here? How would they know to come here." 

"You remember the first day you came here?" my grandmother asked. I nodded at her. 

"Well," she said, "you gave me a note that was written in the old tongue from the old religion. I doubt anyone else would be able to decipher it had you been caught traveling here. I wrote a similar note and left it on the table. Your mother Greta will know what is in the note as will your Tante Ilse. They'll be up the mountain as soon as they read it! I used to bring both of those two randy girls up this mountain when your father was first getting acquainted with your mother. Oh we had some merry times here..." 

Her voice trailed off happily as Tante Margarite smirked. She knew of those times too and "merry" was only one of many adjectives that could describe the events that took place here when my parents were "courting." Margarite mentioned that we would probably enjoy more of the same provided my mother and Tante Ilse loosened up upon arrival. 

"Well," said Oma smiling knowingly, "there is always hope. I don't think your mother will be particularly happy with the fact that I have shown you how to get in touch with your natural magical abilities but there is always hope! I'll think of something!" 

When we reached the edge main stream that bisected the mountain meadow, my grandmother had the three of us jump into the stream once more; this time only to remove the mud which had caked to our bodies and hair. She didn't want us tracking mud all through the hut and the hot water from the mineral springs combined with the frigid waters of main stream to create a bath temperature that was pleasant enough so that we could get most of the smelly muck off of us! I went under for several attempts to unsuccessfully remove the last of the mineral glop from my hair until Oma stopped me saying, 

"That will do for now Stephan. After we eat I'll grab the washtub from the wall and we'll have a proper scrub with the soap and brush to get the rest of the dirt and mud from us. Now let's see how the beer is coming along shall we?" 

We left the stream and walked back to the hut. Inside we found the vat of beer still bubbling away on the stove. Oma fetched a spoon and gave things a taste. She nodded her head and let Tante Margarite sample some of the mushroom brew. My aunt smiled and licked her lips with a nod of agreement. It was ready. 

My aunt grabbed me by the hand and conscripted me into the operation. We set about the task of hauling several small wooden kegs and casks up to the kitchen as Oma began to fill them using a funnel and a syphoning hose. Once the brew was emptied from the pot on the stove, my grandmother said another one of her incantations over the kegs assembled on the kitchen floor. Oma then pulled at an iron ring in the floor and lifted up a hatch to the root-cellar beneath us. She had me haul kegs down into the dark cramped cellar to allow them to lager and ferment while she and Tante Margarite prepared supper for us on the woodstove. 

We ate a simple supper and then Oma had me haul water from the hot stream as she and Tante Margarite pulled the washtub down of the wall and set it in the grass beside the hut. Several bucket loads later and the tub was full of water that steamed in the cool night air. My grandmother the old witch then went to work, tapping the tub with her wand; causing it to grow and turning up the heat simultaneously. 

Soon the three of us were splashing in an extremely large bath tub in lovely hot water and scrubbing one another with a soapy brush as it grew darker and darker on a cool April night on the mountain. A falling star streaked across the sky and we were all looking up for some reason and saw it. Tante Margarite commented that something important had happened. Grandmother nodded soberly, 

"It could be something terrible or wonderful," she said scowling at the beautiful night sky as if she was trying to read it, "whatever it is, I'd say it means change." We then went back to scrubbing the last of the muddy glop from the hot spring out from our hair. When the last bit of grit and sediment was gone I started to rise from the bath. 

"Wait," Oma said putting a hand on my chest. She pushed me back down to the soapy water saying, 

"no need to get out just yet. There is plenty of night and plenty of hot water. The only thing we need is some liquid entertainment of a different sort!" She rose with a wink and stepped from the tub; leaving me and Tante Margarite there in the steam and soap scum. The old witch trotted into the house and in about five minutes, returned with three clay mugs and a small cask of the beer that we'd put down in the cellar. 

During the time that Oma was gone, Tante Magarite turned to me in the bath and I felt a hand upon my cock down in the soapy depths. She began frigging me and biting her lip. There was a lewd expression on her face as if she were a beast in heat. The effect of my semen on her after only a couple of days was readily apparent. She was now clearly looking like a woman in her early forties and she had a libido to match! 




Alpine Hideaway Magic Ch. 06



She seized my face up in both her hands and pulled my mouth to hers. I leaned into the kiss and my hands came up to pinch and tweak at her breasts. After several seconds my aunt pulled away from me and asked, 

"What would you like Stephan?" 

"I want your ass Tante!" I said in a voice that even surprised me for its huskiness and its ardor. My confidence in my new skin (and my new role), was much stronger now. I was the ram; the head billy goat in the barnyard, and I wanted a female arse! I just happened to have one available at arms reach! 

Tante Margarite nodded and gave me a breathless "Ja" as she spun around and gripped the sides of the tub. She jutted her arse out to the water in a bent-over crouched position. The tattoos on her back rippled with countless lustful scenes of debauchery and hedonism... too numerous to count! I seized up my cock in my hand, which felt like veiny stone and pushed the mushroom head against her anus. I grabbed my aunt by the hips and sank myself in up to the hilt as she gasped with a heartfelt shout of AAAAGGGGHHHH OOOOHHHH STEPHAN YESSS! 

We fucked. It was a torrid nasty wonderful fuck under the Alpine stars with the high mountain peaks towering above us in the cool night. We were both moaning and grunting in rude bestial pleasure when my Oma stepped back into the tub with three mugs in her hands. Tante Margarite and stopped our rectal rutting for a moment but were met by protest by my grandmother. 

"Oh don't stop on my account," she said, "I want to watch you both thrash like two wild beasts. Take these beers, they are guaranteed to toss fuel on that raging lust-fire you're feeling!" With that she passed us both a stein-mug and then sat back at her edge of the tub, sipping from her mug and beginning to rub herself between her legs and across her breasts. 

Tante continued to bend over the edge of the tub and she wiggled her arse against me as if telling me to "get started again." We continued to rump-rut; Tante Margarite with her beer in her hand, taking sips now and then and me behind her, plowing my shaft deep into her gut as her tattoos danced and flew across her back! 

"But Oma," I asked in-between deep strokes of my aunt's ass, "with the beer, how did you... I mean it takes weeks to...?" Oma cut me off interrupting and rolling her eyes. 

"Stephan," she said with a chuckle, "if I can make a glass of water from an ice cold mountain stream become beer with one tap of a finger, I can most certainly make mushroom beer in short order from properly mixed ingredients that I prepared on and brewed on the top of a stove!" 

"A lager spell UUNNNGGHH," my aunt grunted with my cock up inside her entrails as her own free hand now fiddled her sex, "its... a lager spell!" 

"That's right," Oma said happily as she watched us, "I put a spell on one of the kegs to 'speed things up a bit faster.' Really all the spell does is make the brew rot at a faster rate. The spell is a country-cousin to those black spells that witches would cast to make crops fail or cattle die in the dark ages. Just like you can heal with a spell you can make things wither and die." 

I nodded and took a sip in-between thrusts of my aunt's arse. It was beer alright! What's more, it made my cock which was already tilling my aunt's guts seem to snarl and rage (as a new even more powerful sexual energy and hunger seemed to well up from my loins)! Tante Margarite seemed to feel something too, and she slammed her haunches back upon me with each stroke; oblivious to any discomfort that might be inflicted upon her poor bottom! It was as if she had become lost in her own pure selfish carnal needs and pleasure had completely overridden pain for her! 

"It is the spell of the mushrooms upon your senses," Oma observed as she feverishly rubbed between her own legs below the water, " you'll be able to spout your balls empty in her and then your cock will be hard as iron afterwards - watch and see!" 

The old woman was right. In three minutes my aunt and I rutted our way to a screaming crescendo where I showered her insides with hot seed and she sobbed for joy; only to find that my cock was stiff and rigid as a hard stick of pine and ready to go immediately! I pulled out of my aunt and turned to my grandmother; spinning Oma around to render her the same torrid hard fuck in the arse that her daughter had just enjoyed! Oma screamed and urged me on shouting, 

"Yes Stephan my lover ...take me and split me like a piece of firewood! AAGGHHHH!" 

We fucked for several minutes in the tub as Tante Margarite rubbed herself in a lustful frenzy next to us. When at last I felt my seed rise from my loins I grunted and pushed into Oma's bottom hard; filling her with hot semen as she howled and screamed through her own crescendo! We were not done though... oh no! Not at all! 

My cock still raged thanks to the mushroom beer (which we replenished our mugs with almost immediately)! We were in a complete sexual frenzy now as I remember. We three raced into the hut, swilling down our mugs upon arriving inside the kitchen. There was now carnal excitement sizzling through the air like electricity during a violent storm. Something was in the very wind and sky that night... and it was not just that we were now mad with the mushroom-beer ardor! 

Oma had the presence of mind to retrieve the small keg of that wonderful lust-inspiring brew before we entered the house and as soon as our mugs were empty she filled them in between fits of horny giggles! As we were gulped from our mugs, she mentioned that tonight was the feast of Walpurgis, or Walpurgisnacht. It was also called Hexennacht or "night of the witches." 

I knew what it was or thought I knew; since as a boy it had been a time to stay up as people lit bonfires all over Germany and "frightened away the spirits winter." There was food and parties and the like; making the whole affair sort of a loud picnic at night! What I didn't know was that it was more! 

Oma explained that it was also for witches, a night of power. In the past on this night, great revelries had taken place in central Germany; up on Brocken mountain by hundreds of witches but none had taken place since the war had begun, (as it simply hand not been safe for "our kind," to assemble). Brocken mountain hadn't been used for a proper gathering for at least the last eight years and magic and healing had been localized or forced underground 

It didn't matter now to us however. We were going to celebrate right there in the hut and in what better way, than to jump into bed and rut and fuck with reckless lustful abandon! We were fueled by a brew that was guaranteed to keep us from losing our ardor for many hours and the sheets were clean! Oma made the suggestion and Margarite and I nodded enthusiastically! We raced up the stares and flung ourselves upon the bed in a heap of snarling, groping, sucking, fingering, biting, fucking, furball of naked flesh! 

I lost track of how many times I came inside those two sex-crazed women. I lost track of time as well. All I could remember is looking up at one point and seeing flashes of lightning outside our window; as the energy released by our frantic copulating had now whipped the heavens into a frenzy above our mountain! I heard crashes of thunder and saw brilliant electrical discharges as we continued to rut and fuck; kicking the bedclothes to the floor until there was merely a bare mattress and our three humping naked bodies atop it. We kept going and going and going; until at last after one particularly loud orgasmic release (where I thought the three of us would have brought the whole mountain down), my Oma raised her hand - bidding us to stop! 

There was a stillness outside and Oma was looking up at the ceiling as though listening and sniffing for something that had disturbed or alerted her. Margarite looked up as well and seemed to be intently trying to detect something. Oma's facial expression changed from seriousness to exhilieration and she leaped from the bed an raced down the stairs; Tante Margarite close on her heels! I lay in a puddle of my own seed and the piddle-spendings from the two women; bewildered at the sudden change of plans. Nonetheless I got to my feet and hurried down the stairs to see what was happening. 

I found Oma and Tante Margarite standing outside, staring at the night sky to the west above one of the high peaks. Their naked bodies hopped up and down excitedly and they pointed joyfully at something up in the blackness and stars that I simply could not make out. I stood next to the two women and asked what all the excitement was for. 

"Keep watching Stephan," Oma replied happily. Out of the night sky I could now see several dark shapes. They were approaching us from over mountains at a very high rate of speed. 

At first I wondered if we were safe. Could it be Allied aircraft? Should we run? I then realized there was no sound to be heard; no drone of engines - all quite strange! As the shapes broke over the tree-line at the far end of the alpine meadow I saw... legs? There were legs dangling down from the shapes and as they came closer I realized that I was now seeing at several witches; at least a dozen in all, circling our field and preparing to slow down to land. 

Not ten seconds later they swooped in from the night sky; naked as the day they were born, and landed before us. Oma and Margarite stepped forward to see who it was and I walked behind them, feeling slightly apprehensive. Oma recognized the leader as she stepped from her broom and she flung her arms around the tall blonde woman who appeared to be in her late fifties or early sixties, 

"ISOLDE! It's YOU! Its' YOU GIRL! Oh how are you?" Oma shouted jubilantly. 

"I'm well Hilde," she said seriously enough but returning my grandmother's embrace. Oma looked at her face and saw that something serious was a foot as the tall blonde witch explained, 

"We saw the flashes of light and fire in the sky above this mountain as we were traveling. We suspected it was you up here on the mountain. We wanted to find youl Now we have and at just the right time!" 

"But why are you..?" Oma started to ask but she was interrupted by Isolde with, 

"There is a witches gathering and it is of great importance. The fact that it happens on the night of power is only all the more critical! There is a great opportunity that all witches who have survived this terrible war must seize upon immediately. We would travel to Brocken Mountain for a proper gathering but it perhaps is not safe... we are therefore heading south and east along this range to the older meeting place at the Lattengebirge mountains...we are going to the mountains of the sleeping witch." 

"But why," Oma asked,"would you go there? We havent used those mountains for a gathering place since before the Inquisition! What has happened?" The old blonde woman with her icy blue eyes looked at my grandmother with stone cold seriousness. I can still remember her words from that night in the cool night air as they came from her lips, 

"Hitler is dead! We are collectively using all our power for something good. It is time to heal the land and the people after this dark time!"