Chapter 32: Do They Know It’s Christmas?

Mark

To pre-empt any competitions on who would ‘get Mark’ for the night, I ordered all of them to lose the last remaining bits of clothing and declared a free-for-all, as soon as Bea had closed the basement door behind her.

It would turn out that I had almost bitten off more than I could chew. I ended up on the carpet lying on my back with an endless stream of women making use of my assets. One was riding me, while another was sitting on my face. They all took turns, only interrupted a few times to give me some time to recover and sip a few drinks.

By the time even nineteen year old me couldn’t get it up again, thankfully all four of them had gotten their turn on either end of me. Femke and Lydia had even managed two rides. After that the ammunition was completely spent and everyone was well sated.

But my todo list ended up to be a long one. Every girl had something she wanted to try or try again, and it all involved me to varying degrees.

Lydia

Mark had slept like a stone after the exertions of sating four women. We were all already in the kitchen, wearing just panties, when Mark trundled down the stairs from the guest room that he and I were staying in – still completely naked and with a raging morning wood. It was a minor miracle, considering what heavy use that part of his anatomy had been put to the evening before.

“No details, what year?” he grumbled and Regina bounced over to hand him a pot of coffee. Then we all waited for his brain to start working.

“I’m a bit under-dressed, even for this place,” he finally noticed and walked back up, still clutching his pot of coffee.

All three of us giggled like school girls. Too bad Femke had already gone home the night before. She would have loved the spectacle.

Any fears of Jenny walking in on us were thankfully unjustified. Although the little one was a nudist, just like her mother, Bea had laid down the law. She stayed clothed herself when Jenny was home. She didn’t want to give the little one an excuse to ditch the frock and potentially expose Mark to the awkwardness of bumping into a naked six year old.

According to Meri though, when no men were around, the little one had not caused much laundry during the summer, except for an endless supply of dirty racing overalls. It was a good thing that our house was some distance from others and the backyard was surrounded by a thick hedge. It was the most normal thing in the East to let your kids play naked in the garden, but we didn’t want to test the reaction of West Germans. They were a lot more stuck up than we were.

The weather in Germany was generally worse than what we had become accustomed to in Pasadena, but as far as Germany was concerned, we had selected a good place. The coastal region saw long, not too hot summers and mild winters. Spring and autumn were almost afterthoughts of a week or two.

Meri

Lydia had sent Regina along to buy the guitar. She had no problem spending any money on it, but she wanted to make sure that Mark bought the right one, and he knew next to nothing about electric guitars, other than that he liked the sound of them. Bea had taken Jenny to the karting track for the last open day of the year, which left just Lydia and me behind.

One thing I had noticed about Germans was that they were obsessed with White Christmas, not the song, but actual snow during the Christmas period. Alas, except in the mountains in the south, they almost never got snow, especially up here on the coast. Due to all the heat stored in the North sea over the summer, winters were usually very mild up here, and it could be as warm as 20 degrees centigrade.

This was one of those days, and Lydia and I sat on the terrace, drinking coffee.

“If someone had told me that I would one day sit half naked on a terrace in Germany, I would have called them batshit,” I said.

“And with a German girlfriend,” Lydia added. “Looks like you made up your mind, finally.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Mind you, I still like to have my pussy pounded, but when you will want to have Mark all to yourself one day, it won’t be a problem. Regina is quite handy with a strap-on.”

We both laughed about that.

“I don’t think I really want to have him all to myself anymore,” Lydia said. “I can’t really describe it, but since he’s been having other partners, he’s much more, I don’t know, attentive. He has always been good for someone his age, but since Prerow he has definitely improved even further.”

“But doesn’t that cut into the time you have together?” I asked wistfully. “Not that I want to complain, but...”

“Our time is limited anyway. I’m away for competition a lot and he’s away to Berlin a lot. John does an excellent job of only sending him to Germany when I’m away anyway. But the days in between, oh my, we have the time of our lives.”

“So you won’t change anything, for now,” I noted.

“Femke will likely be the last or penultimate addition to our inner circle, but yes, we don’t plan to change anything for the foreseeable future. What happens when I retire from competition, we’ll see. I’ll be forty or even older by then and Mark will be halfway to thirty, so maybe by then we’ll be just happy to boink each other once a month and y’all have to look elsewhere.”

“As if that will ever happen,” I said with a giggle and pointed at my tits. “When these two behemoths will be slapping against my knees, you will still look twenty-five. And in the years I’ve known you, I have not noticed any drop-off in libido.”

Lydia just shrugged and laughed along.

Mark

Never one to break a promise, Regina had stripped completely naked for her first performance on her shiny new Fender Stratocaster. The little minx had set up her equipment deliberately slowly, lasciviously bending down to give us a good view of her pussy. And I wasn’t the only one who got awfully hot under the collar. Not that anyone wore anything with a collar. Both Meri and Femke were slowly diddling themselves.

Knowing us good enough by now, Bea had taken Jenny to the Christmas market. Electric guitars were not known for being silent and surely the little one would have gone to investigate the noise. We had even shut all the window blinds. The other houses were about a hundred meters away, but we didn’t feel like taking a chance with any curious neighbors.

And then we were completely blown away. We were so stunned, Femke and Meri even let go off their honey pots.

Regina launched straight into the whistling start to “Winds of Change” by the Scorpions, and then we heard her voice. What a voice!

Halfway into the song none of us paid any attention to the fact anymore that Regina was stark naked or that we were less than fully clothed ourselves, we were all completely gobsmacked by the performance. Femke and Lydia held each other, both with tears rolling down their cheeks, and even I was welling up. This song had become the iconic anthem of the 1989 revolutions in Eastern Europe, including East Germany, and Regina’s incredible voice made this song hauntingly beautiful.

When she finished and we all stood and applauded the hell out of her, even I had shed a few tears. We all ended up in one huge group hug.

Lydia

This called for beer and wine and we quickly decided that Femke would stay the night. She would sleep in the guestroom with me as Mark would be a guest in Meri and Regina’s bed. Since we had bought it ourselves, we knew that it was more than big enough to hold three people.

When Mark and I had returned to the states, Meri had installed a house-to-house intercom with Bea’s half of the estate. We were just getting started on the drinks when it beeped. I reached over and pushed the button.

“I’m coming over, you guys decent?” I heard my sister ask.

“Alone or with Jenny?” I asked back.

“Alone.”

“Then we’re decent enough,” I answered. I could almost imagine my sister’s eyes rolling.

It didn’t take long for her to arrive, adjusted to the prevalent dress code, although Regina was the odd woman out. She hadn’t bothered putting her panties back on.

“You haven’t worn a bra for that long since you were in hospital, have you?” I asked Bea when I saw the distinctive mark of a bra’s frame under her boobs.

“I’ll live,” she said. “So what kind of wild debauchery have I missed?”

We told her about Regina’s amazing performance.

“So why the hell do you want to be a teacher?” Bea asked Regina. “If you are half as good as everyone seems to think, you could make millions as a musician.”

“It’s not a job I fancy,” Regina dismissed the idea. “And now that I’ve seen with Lydia, what it means to be well-known, I want it even less. Imagine the headlines: Rockstar gives private naked concert. It would be all over the news. Don’t get me wrong, I like being naked, just not in the papers or on a big stage.”

“It takes its toll,” I agreed. “Not everyone wants to constantly look over her shoulder all the time. That’s why I was so reluctant to get involved with you or Femke at first. Meri and I were nearly caught out at the Barcelona Olympics. I don’t want more people’s faces dragged into the yellow press just because some hack found out where I was or who I was with.”

“Wasn’t your trip to Prerow quite a risk then?” Bea asked. “I mean, a guy arriving with four girls, three of which are well-known athletes, isn’t exactly inconspicuous.”

“It was a case of hiding in plain sight,” Mark explained. “If you are a media hack and you’re looking for a story on a famous person, a public nudist resort isn’t really the first place you look at.”

Meri

If the sounds coming from the guest room were anything to go by, Lydia and Femke had their fair share of fun, which was surprising, as until last summer Lydia had never shown any desire for female companionship other than me and it had usually involved Mark as well.

Things were a lot quieter in our room. Regina and I had sandwiched Mark between us and he spent most of his sleep gently cupping my boobs or those of my sweetheart.

I crawled out of bed in the morning to prepare breakfast and left Regina and Mark to sleep a little longer.

When they finally came out, I could tell that Mark had gently boinked my sweetheart silly. Gently, because neither I nor Lydia or Femke had heard anything, and that they had done it was hard to miss. A pussy that had had Mark’s organ in it recently, has a certain look to it, and both of them had come out naked.

“Enjoyed it?” I asked Regina and gave her a kiss.

“Massively,” Regina answered. “I’m starting to wonder if he’s still growing.”

“Negative,” Femke supplied with a giggle. “He hits my absolute limit, but I can still swallow all of it.”

“Are we done discussing the dimensions of my anatomy?” Mark grumbled. “I need a coffee.”

While Christmas was celebrated on Dec 25th in the states, in Germany the all important date was the 24th – Christmas eve. That was especially important for the children, because that was the day when the gifts are handed out.

It also marked a three-day period during which we would be fully clothed, well, at least starting after breakfast. That was a completely new side of Mark and Lydia. Both of them were absolutely not averse to naughty fun, but when it came to Christmas, they turned into conservatives. No stray boob was to disturb the Christmas mood.