Chapter 26: Return To Prerow

Regina

No, I didn’t treat him to a blowjob, at least not yet. But I was more than happy to let my ‘supermodel teacher’ tits catch some fresh air, until Jenny came home.

She was very cautious around Mark at first, just as she had been in Emden. Kids are very perceptive so she knew that mommy had had a rather strained relationship with the males of the species. But of course Mark had come prepared – with a bribe. He had bought several karting videos and for the rest of the evening he was confined to Jenny’s room, were he was a very willing student while Professor Jenny Marx lectured him about the ins and outs of the racing trade.

Hearing her explain things that were way above my head proved Mark’s theory that she was quite a clever kid, and what I had considered to be a childish dream seemed to be a serious ambition.

I had considered going down on Mark as soon as Jenny was off to the Kindergarten the next morning, but two things held me back. First, my darling daughter had the unnerving talent to forget something and come back to fetch it. I was in no mood having to explain why I was trying to eat our guest.

Secondly, Mark himself was in a hurry to get to the railway station. With only one train per hour going to Senftenberg, he didn’t want to miss the next one.

I ended up with a lot of time to think and I did so in the nude. I had been a nudist all my life, but usually I went naked down at the lake, not in my kitchen. Those first few hours having Mark in the house had been sheer bliss. Seeing that Jenny had finally hit off with him was great and now I even knew that I could hope for a repeat or twelve of the evening we had had in Emden.

Lydia had called from Switzerland and after a short talk with Mark she had talked to me and had given her expressed blessing to act on any urges we might feel. I certainly had them. It felt a bit weird at first but my own hormones soon overrode any awkwardness.

By the time I could expect Mark to return I had pretty much finished all I could. I had gotten some groceries, including beer for him and a light wine for me. The clothes he had worn during the week in Berlin were washed and already on the drying line and the kitchen was clean. I was already trying to think of something to do before he came back when I heard the key in the lock. It couldn’t be Jenny as there was a very specific sound to when my daughter fumbled the key into the lock as she had to do it over her head. My heart began to pound.

Mark stopped in his tracks and stared at me dumbfounded when he saw that I was stark naked. I struck a pose to present my front and I could tell he was staring at my bald pussy – and he was grinning like an idiot.

Before I knew what hit me I was on my back on the kitchen table with Mark’s face buried in my pussy. That was pretty much all I remembered as shortly after I was away with the fairies until the world exploded around me.

That boy had a seriously nimble tongue on him.

Meri

Training got easier and easier with every day, although the word easy was doing some very heavy lifting in that context. After one of the first climbing practices, when we were filmed by a Swiss TV crew, I had practically died on my feet, even ending up wearing an oxygen mask for half an hour.

Now I could do my bit half-decently, pulling the whole train into the climb for the first two or three miles and I wasn’t completely dead when I finally reached the top of the climb, some eighteen to twenty minutes after Lydia had crossed the line. And she was always across the line first, much to the consternation of Amelie.

No matter what the team’s erstwhile top climber did, Lydia refused to take the bait. She stubbornly pedaled on at her pace and that pace just turned out to be the faster than anyone else’s. The only consolation for Amelie was that Lydia would only do a few select races. She would be the captain in the ones where Lydia was absent, and that would be quite a few once Lydia would return to the marathon races from August onward.

The media buzz about our team photo had mostly died down, but only because it had been replaced by a whole different type of buzz. Lydia’s interview and especially her brutally open stance against doping was not well received everywhere, especially not in Spain. Everybody knew that some Spanish teams were the most loyal customers of the pharmaceutical industry. It was a mystery to exactly nobody why riders often dropped off significantly when they switched from a Spanish team to a French, Dutch or Belgian one.

So it came to little surprise that our team had been uninvited from all but one Spanish races. Spooked by the effect her forthright attitude had on the team, Lydia had offered to resign immediately, to which our directeur sportif – the sporting director, or DS for short – answered something in Dutch that Femke explained to be a rather ripe version of ‘bullshit’.

In fact it lead to a confession. He sat us down and confessed that he was a reformed doper himself. He had been a professional in the 80s when EPO started to arrive around 1986 or 1987. His team had started to use it too and he had gladly accepted the fact that he could suddenly win races. That was until one night his hematocrit level, the amount of red blood cells, went so high his blood had almost literally become too thick to be effectively pumped by his heart. Suffering a massive heart attack his career had been over and he had sworn to himself that day that he would build and run a clean team to prove that a sport without drugs was possible.

The most moving scene was Lydia walking over to him to give him a big ol’ hug, a symbolic gesture of forgiveness that moved him to tears.

The cycling world was divided. Some teams, especially the Spanish ones, but also teams from the Netherlands and Belgium made it fairly clear that they were not pleased that Lydia had opened that particular can of worms. Others, and they were the majority, openly declared their solidarity with us.

A small Italian team picked up on our team photo idea, and mamma mia, they had seriously upped the ante. Just like we did, they posed completely naked, but unlike us, each of them only had a large letter painted on their stomachs. The nether regions were cleverly obscured by the saddles of their bikes, but that was it. Standing in line next to each other the letters read ‘FOR A CLEAN SPORT’.

Mark

That had escalated quickly. No, not the sex with Regina. She had been completely out of it for almost an hour after I had let my tongue dance the kozachok around her pussy, but she recovered in time before the short one came home.

Mom’s interview was making some serious waves. I was happy I had used my American passport, which still had me named ‘Mark McEllway’. If a Mark Karrass were suddenly to appear, even here in a provincial town in East Germany, it would have only been a matter of time until the press would have sniffed me out.

Jenny only knew my first name, and Regina wouldn’t rat me out, so I was reasonably save. I didn’t feel like being found by the paparazzi just weeks from finally changing my identity for good.

When I came home from my first driving lesson, pretty much in time for lunch, I found Regina doing some naked cooking with only an apron protecting the naughty bits.

“Are you that insatiable, or is it purely for entertainment,” I teased her.

“Oh you will find that I can be quite demanding, now that you’ve opened the floodgates,” she teased me back. “But actually, I just like it. I’ve always been a nudist, but I only recently found out that it is just as much fun indoors as it is outdoors.”

“Things you learn at a topless wine party, eh?” I said with a chuckle. “I certainly won’t complain.”

We ate in silence with me enjoying Regina’s bare upper half in the process.

“By the way, hon,” I said. “You might still want to throw the odd bra and knickers into the laundry basket. I wouldn’t put it past the little one to notice that there’s been a lot less laundry around here lately.”

The rest of the afternoon happened mostly in the bedroom. Taking the edge off with the best blowjob one could get, this side of mom, she prepared me for having me gently bang her to two howling orgasms. She even asked me to try out her rear end, but that was where I had to gently deny her.

I had tried it once with Meri, upon her request, but afterwards I decided, no matter how much fun I was allowed to have on the side, the only rear-end this thing belonged into was mom’s – end of.

John

I started to understand why Byron had been so beside himself about Lydia’s interview. Even USAC, the governing cycling body in the states were none too pleased with her.

Off the record they agreed with every word she had said, but with Greg Lemond having won the Tour de France three times, as late as of three years ago, and a young guy named Lance Armstrong being traded as a favorite for the world championships in Oslo, Norway later this year, cycling had gained a lot of traction in the states, and that meant government grants. They weren’t too keen on having the sport portrayed in a bad light.

Normally I wasn’t too happy about Lydia making a splash, she did that way too often, but in this case I had her back completely. Were they expecting me to shut her up? The danger of having her health messed up with drugs was what had made her flee her home in the first place. A freedom she had paid for by nearly being abducted and losing three years of competition. These people were being thick.

I also had a very personal reason. Three years before we had contracted Lydia I had lost a lot of money when one of our athlete clients had been caught using testosterone and other forbidden drugs. We had to pay lots of money back to sponsors and some of them had never worked with us again.

This was why my reply to USAC made it very clear that Lydia had my full backing and that any attempt at engaging in any shenanigans to make her life difficult would mean that a lot of athletes – those on our client list – would suddenly be missing from major events. I invited them to have a guess what would happen if other governing bodies lost government money because their actions had caused our athletes to withdraw from events.

Needless to say they were very quick to reply that no action whatsoever was to be expected. Good.

Regina

It felt almost strange to wear clothing during the day, but today was a special day. If things went right, Mark would come home as the proud holder of a German driving license. For once it was I who had splashed out a little money and I had rented a Volkswagen Passat station waggon.

The last two weeks had been pure bliss. Okay, my overbearing need for sex had been sated after four days, mainly because Mark was all too willing to fuck me silly three times a day if it took my fancy, all that in between driving lessons. But we had inordinate amounts of fun, even without rutting like rabbits. I could almost have gotten addicted to his admiring glance roaming up and down my naked body while I was doing the dishes or cooking at lunch time. He didn’t only call me ‘supermodel teacher’, he made me feel like it.

We had seriously cooled it off over the last few days though, mainly upon his urging. He made it very clear that I could always have him whenever we met and Lydia was okay with it, but it wasn’t going to be anything permanent. He didn’t want me to fall into a hole once he would leave and I could perfectly understand what he meant. I had been dreading that moment myself.

And amid catering to my desires he had also helped Jenny live her best life. After I had told the Kindergarten administration that we has authorized by me to collect Jenny at any time, he had done so at lunch time to take her karting, whenever he only had a morning lesson and not a second one in the afternoon.

I had stopped counting, as it would have made me feel way too bad, but he must have spent at least a thousand Deutschmarks for track rental, insurance and petrol, just so that my daughter could live her dream. She had even won her first race. It had been an impromptu race of three, as they only had three bambino karts. But she had won it by half a lap and even gotten a tiny generic trophy out of it. It was now proudly on display in her room.