Chapter 39: John’s Epiphany

Mark

I gave it a few more gentle pushes, while Lydia was howling in ecstasy. We were both dripping wet as I had just done her rear-end in the pouring rain outside. I had to admit, it had been fun.

For her birthday she had asked me to surprise her, and surprise her I did. She had woken up in the morning, blindfolded, and I had issued strict order that the eye mask was staying under penalty of a spanking, although I didn’t quite know what made her more excited – the prospect of being blindfolded all day, or the possibility of having her firm butt spanked.

Her idea of traipsing around this place blindfolded had been one of the crazy ideas from three years ago which in the end never materialized, but she had prepared so thoroughly for it, back in the day, that she still managed to find her way around easily.

True to her promise, she didn’t even take the mask off when she went to practice her swimming or while training on the roll, although I had to yell out a few times when she was in danger of swimming too far from the shore. During a practice break, I could feel her frustration that I hadn’t initiated anything more substantial. I was scratching her submissive itch, for the first time in over two years, but I wasn’t scratching any other of her many itches.

Well, the woman could be helped. I took the glass of orange juice from her hand and forced her on her knees. Grabbing the hair on the back of her head, I fed her my dick and held her head in place, essentially fucking her in the mouth. If her excited moans were anything to go by, I had hit the right note and I went a bit harder. From Femke and Regina’s exploits I knew that thing could fit all the way with the right technique, but the point was to have fun, not pain, so I pushed in deep a few times until I knew how far I could go without making her gag too badly. Occasionally I withdrew to let her gasp for air, but I kept at it until I came.

Not knowing what reaction to expect, I was relieved when she gave me a smile and asked for the glass to wash down the payload.

A little later in the afternoon she was pedaling naked on her training bike – with the nipple clips I had put on her still on. I grabbed her by the hips and yanked her back. Surprised by the sneak attack, her searching hands quickly found the saddle to steady herself. As she was standing with the rear wheel between her legs, I pounded the raw stuffing out of her tight pussy.

The finale then followed in the evening when I ordered her to prepare her back end and then dragged her outside, despite the rain, and did a number on my favorite ass.

I think she liked that birthday more than the one when I had taken her on a date to a fancy restaurant.

Regina

Meri and I were howling with laughter.

Since we were now in possession of an internet connection, we were no longer dependent on long and expensive overseas phone calls. instead we were trying to read Lydia’s email about their exploits on her birthday without running out of breath. This was just so like the two of them.

However, not all of us trusted this newfangled internet thing, so we had agreed that we would exchange no pictures, since we didn’t know who was able to read any of our emails. Even Lydia’s description was written without mentioning any names, so the content could just as well be read as a draft for a particularly purple story.

We did however write in our reply, that she shouldn’t be using any toys that left visible traces.

Femke

The travel to join Mark and Lydia had taken almost an entire day. We went to Amsterdam in my car and flew out of there to Sint Maarten in the Dutch Caribbean. Then we had to get on an Island Hopper flight via Antigua and Barbuda to finally reach St. Kitts & Nevis. Since the property of Lydia’s manager was very remote, we also had to do a lengthy car ride, but thankfully not in one of the taxis of the island. Instead, Mark hat collected us in the car of the property owner.

The management company of Lydia and Meri had do well in business. It wasn’t often that I got to be chauffeured around in a big Rolls-Royce.

And my word, what an estate this was. We were so far from any settlements, or plantations, or whatever, we could just as well have been on a private island. No wonder Mark and Lydia loved this place.

Of course the first evening was short. Meri and I had been so knackered from the long travel, we basically just went to sleep in what had to be the biggest bed I’d ever seen. Meri and Regina’s bed in Emden was comfortably big enough for three people, but this behemoth looked like it could hold our entire team.

I woke up in the morning with Mark’s hands on my boobs. It was not unusual, really. After all he was the world’s biggest boobs fetishist, so we all had developed our techniques to free ourselves from his embrace without waking him up. Since we were four people in that bed, I only needed to nudge him gently into turning around and he latched on to Lydia’s tits. That gave me the chance to get up without disrupting any of the others.

Thankfully, due to the unique way Lydia and Mark woke up, I knew I would find a fully prepared coffee machine somewhere that I only had to turn on. This was how they survived until their first coffee when nobody was around to make it for them. Today though, I was around.

I mentally debated putting on a pair of pants, but that would just have been silly. First of all, Lydia and Meri were sure as hell not going to wear anything, and besides, we were much closer to the equator than in Europe, so the sun here was much stronger in February, and I didn’t really fancy doing a nude photo session with pants-shaped tan lines.

The coffee had barely been finished, when the first taker trundled down into the kitchen – Lydia. I handed her a pot and got a sort of grunt in return. Familiar with this morning routine, I waited for her brain to start working.

Lydia

By the time I was fully awake, Femke was already in the middle of preparing breakfast for everybody, occasionally asking where she would find some ingredient or other. Mark had joined us as well, but he was still stuck in the caveman phase. This momentary lull gave me enough time to observe her physique.

She looked completely different from the time she had approached Meri and me in the bus, nearly two years ago. Gone where her exaggeratedly big legs in exchange of still very muscular, but much more feminine ones. I could tell she would get over the hills and climbs a whole lot better this year, but would probably have to work much harder in time trials.

Of course that very late growth-spurt until the autumn of the previous year had given Mark quite a bit more to play with. Femke’s boobs were now pretty much the same size as mine. While mine had moved a tiny bit downwards, which was to be expected at age 35 and when being naked all the time, Femke’s were firm, proper and completely immune to gravity by the look of it.

With the added fact that she had let her hair grow longer over the last two years, there was not a person in the world who would be in any doubt that she was a woman.

“That late growth spurt and your changed training have done quite a number on you,” I gave my verdict out loud to which Mark agreed with a grunt.

“Was about time,” Femke said. “I had to wait long enough. Poor Jenny will have the same problem. She looks just as small and thin as I did at that age.”

“For her that’s an advantage though,” I argued. “Being lighter than the others must be a huge advantage in karting.”

“Doesn’t work that way,” Mark explained and shook his head. “Kart and driver together must have a minimum weight, so she actually has to place ballast weights on her machine, but she can still use it to her advantage as there is no rule where those weights have to go. She sends Jonjo the track layout and he mails her back with an idea on how much to put where to optimize the handling for that track. During practice runs before the race she works out the minor adjustments herself.”

“She reads and writes emails in English already?” Femke asked with a surprised look.

“No, Regina reads and writes them for her,” Mark said with a chuckle. “You should see Regina’s face when she reads out all that technical gobbledygook, clearly not getting a word of it, and little Jenny listens and nods understandingly. It’s a funny spectacle.”

“Give it half a year and she’ll write those emails herself,” I said.

“You can bet on that,” Mark agreed. “I can tell you, Regina is a pretty happy mom right now, because that kid works her tiny ass off in school. When y’all were in South Africa, one day they had been given the task to copy a text from their German textbook in writing. Jenny did that, and then wrote the same text again, translated to English.”

“Oh boy,” Femke said and laughed while she continued to set the table.

“She was actually called to the Pricipal’s office, because they thought someone else had done that homework for her. Can you imagine their faces when they put her English knowledge to the test?”

“Regina never told us about it,” I said, surprised.

“She will tell you what Jenny did in her races, but not what she did at school. She says it would feel like bragging when telling everyone how well the kid’s doing in school.”

“She’s sensitive about it,” Meri explained, finally joining us too. “Jenny was bullied in the first weeks at school because kids got jealous of her good grades and blamed it on her mom being a teacher. Of course they’re too young to understand that Regina is actually still studying for it.”

“What did you do about it? The bullying I mean,” I asked, alarmed by those news.

“We didn’t have to do anything. The bullying wasn’t physical, and it stopped altogether when she won the race in January. Nobody felt like bullying the most popular kid in town.”

We started to eat and the conversation stopped for the moment.

Mark

This was even better than Prerow. We had the same weather as in German summer, and my favorite group of nudists was almost complete. Too bad we had failed to convince Regina to accompany Meri and Femke, but she didn’t want to leave Bea to drive all the way to Hof by herself for Jenny’s third race of the season, and her uneasiness of having spent a lot of money on her was pretty much still alive as well.

If the weather forecast was to be believed the torrential rain on Lydia’s birthday should remain the only rainy day during our time, which bade well for my inspiration as I could enjoy the view of three permanently naked ladies all day.

During the day I did of course see a lot less of them, as they were spending long hours on the roll or in the ocean, swimming. Only Lydia did so for competitive reasons, but Meri and Femke joined her to work on their stamina and strength. It turned out that Femke was a very good swimmer, because that was what she had started out as before going into cycling.

According to her, Dutch kids are checked for two talents – as an ice skater or as a cyclist. She had fit neither category as she had looked twelve when she was 16. That would have been a perfect climber physique, but since Belgium and the Netherlands were not exactly alpine regions, that was a fairly useless talent for a Dutch youth cyclist. That way she had ended up in swimming first. Lydia did of course start to pester her immediately to try out the triathlon herself, at least over the Olympic distance.