Chapter 47: All My Fantasies, Or Perhaps Not

Femke

With my notes at hand, Mark started to formulate a battle plan.

“It’s not 1992 anymore, so Lydia won’t be more than mildly buzzed after two or three rubber-dong-loads of bubbly stuff. But it will get her warmed up and I get a bit more time to restock the armory.”

“Meri has the best airbags,” Mark continued. “She goes on the bottom. Regina has had more than enough training on my ass, so she goes on top. Femke does the feeding. Mount your devices, Ladies. I expect a show for the ages.”

We all mounted our strap-ons, and I had to giggle when I saw what size Regina had chosen. I could think of a few girls who wouldn’t take such a behemoth in their pussies, let alone their ass, but then, both she and Lydia were used to having Mark in their back alleys. Heck, less than three hours ago that thing had been inside of mine. He wasn’t Long Dong Silver, albeit definitely not on the short side, but the sheer girth of Mark’s organ made sex with him a truly exhilarating experience.

Meri was already positioned on her back on the king size air mattress we had taken out of one of the camping trailers. A visibly excited Lydia, who had blindfolded herself for good measure, lowered herself onto the large strap-on. With practiced ease, the large device disappeared into her pussy.

Always coming well prepared, Lydia had buried a rather sizable buttplug in her rear-end, so after removing it, Regina slid into her ass easily. I shook my head in disbelief how such a small woman could take such a massive intrusion. Okay, I had taken Mark in my ass twice today, but compared to Lydia’s slender body, my muscled frame looked like the Incredible Hulk and I wouldn’t have managed if it hadn’t been for Mark being so gentle and careful.

Lydia, already lustfully moaning from the action at her bottom end, eagerly swallowed down the drink-filled strap-on, I fed her and I could actually feel the little squirts of sparkling wine released from this newfangled contraption whenever she sucked it deep down her throat. Occasionally she coughed a bit. That was surely a novelty way to make yourself tipsy.

Oh boy, Mark was definitely loving the show. He sat on the sofa, lazily stroking his massive erection with one hand, a beer in the other, all the while grinning like the village idiot. And I could tell Lydia was having a ball too. She made noises that were almost surreal. It was a good thing this house was the only one already finished on the entire street. I was pretty sure the ruckus could have been heard from outside.

You could tell Meri and Regina were lovers. They seemed to communicate using sheer telepathy. Their rhythm of pounding Lydia’s pussy and ass was impeccable. They didn’t get out of sync once, something that couldn’t be said for me, especially after Lydia had emptied all the bubbly stuff and I had to take a break to refill. I hardly got back into the rhythm afterwards.

By the time Lydia howled in the throes of an almighty orgasm, she had emptied the contraption a second time.

Regina

It was a good thing that we were all naked anyway. Mark had thrown a few logs too many into the fireplace, and looking at the thermometer I saw we had a cozy twenty-eight Centigrade. I was sweating.

We were all removing and packaging away our strap-ons, while Lydia was still lying deliriously happy on the air mattress, heaving and babbling incoherently. That was until Mark fed her his meat and she eagerly sucked on it. She didn’t have to do so for long. After that show Mark had been bursting at the seems and he growled as he emptied himself down her gullet. Femke was still fiddling with her strap-on. That was how quick this went.

“Jesus,” Femke said when she had finally managed to loosen the straps. “That’s the fifth time he came today. Someone’s gonna miss out tonight.”

“Record stands at eleven times, nothing to worry about,” Lydia said with a giggle, trying to get off the mattress on visibly wobbly legs.

“You’re not planning to take off that blindfold, do you?” I teased her, seeing that she still had it on.

“Not really, no. I haven’t used it for years until yesterday,” Lydia said and we all noticed she had become noticeably giggly from the pressure-refueling she had taken. “I’ve not used one for years and I almost forgot how horny that makes me. I don’t even remember the last time.”

“Spring ‘93 when I did Rhonda’s ass,” Mark replied casually and we all doubled over laughing.

“You should have seen that spectacle,” Meri told me and Femke, giggling. “I was just coming for a visit and I walked into a proper scene. Mark’s rod was buried in Rhonda’s rear, and Lydia was doing a number on her tits. Lydia was blindfolded, so she couldn’t notice me, and Rhonda was away with the fairies. So this rapscallion over there gave me hand signs to get naked and put on a show for him. Lydia nearly jumped out of her skin when I came like freight train after diddling myself for Mark.”

“Well, I guess we have well established by now that he likes watching,” Femke added with a chuckle.

Mark

Since we had been somewhat busy during an earlier screening, we watched one of the bazillion re-runs of ‘Dinner For One’, which are a staple of German New Year’s Eve TV programs. Well, all but one watched it. For obvious reasons Lydia couldn’t, so she just listened and giggled, while loading up on wine and entertaining herself by playing with Femke’s tits...

The whole skit was just 15 minutes long, which was why they could show so many re-runs over the evening, and by the time the wasted butler had taken Miss Sophie to the bedroom, I was ready for another round. Watching Lydia’s blindfolded antics had always gotten me going in no time.

“So, Meri, are you ready to get inducted in the club of double-teamed ladies?” I asked and got a rather enthusiastic nod in return.

Regina casually chucked me a tub of Vaseline. Unlike Lydia, Meri wasn’t wearing a buttplug, so I would have to prepare her carefully.

“Alright, since my better half is somewhat busy with Femke’s assets, I think Regina should assist me,” I decreed. “Choose a proper one. Would be a shame if only one side would be properly filled up, wouldn’t it?”

Lydia

Frankly, I was already halfway gone. The sheer excitement of spending the evening in darkness, coupled to an intake of wine that was definitely more than I usually did, had turned at least half my brain to mush already.

Knowing that from the next day this group would be missing one member somehow made me inordinately obsessed with exploring Femke’s body one last time, and, giggling like an idiot, I was all over her. Although I couldn’t see her face – obviously – I felt she was indulging me more than willingly.

In the background I heard a protracted groan, which could only mean, my lover-boy was pushing his meat into Meri’s bottom. Considering that it had been quite some time since he had announced the double-teaming of our favorite boob monster, it could only mean he had prepared her backdoor very thoroughly for the ordeal.

Letting go of Femke, I crawled over to where the noise was – it was definitely easier than walking in my state – and I ran my hands all over the situation to get an idea what was happening. I quickly found out that they had reversed positions. Although he was doing her rear, Mark was at the bottom of the pile, unsurprisingly playing with Meri’s large tits, while Regina was on top, doing her lovers’ pussy with what felt like the huge strap-on bat Mark had made me ride in Magdeburg four years ago.

My curiosity satisfied, I emptied another glass of wine and got back to work on Femke. I could hardly leave her in lurch, could I?

Regina

Meri nearly pierced our eardrums when she finally came and I knew this wouldn’t be the last time she’d try it. I was just starting to get sad thoughts that I would miss out, considering how hard we had taken Mark to the task this evening, but he, bless his heart, suggested we do a naked impromptu concert until he had recovered and then it would be my turn.

We played that hilarious country song that had once gotten me suspended for a week and some Queen songs, taking turns singing. The most hilarious thing was seeing Lydia trying to dance while blindfolded, but she was way too clattered by now and ended up face-planting the air mattress. Always good for a quick reaction, Meri gathered her up and fed her one of her tits, which kept Lydia occupied before she would hurt herself in a drunken stupor.

My very own double-teaming was something I’ll never forget, if nothing else, because it will never happen that way again. Announcing that he would need some additional muscle to back him up, it was clear that the supporting role went to Femke. They both stood, facing each other, with me hanging in between them, only suspended by a strap-on and a large dick in my orifices and their strong arms. It was an experience I will never forget.

Meri

“Ja, rotz mir deine Wichse in die Fresse, du Hengst!”

Regina, Femke and I ended up on the floor, laughing hysterically. If there was any doubt if Lydia was drunk enough for the dildo show, we had just heard it. It basically translated to ‘Spaff your spunk all over my mug, you stud!’, just significantly more vulgar. Don’t ask me why I knew those words.

We could tell Mark was actually taken aback by that crude outburst, but he dutifully sprayed the measly result of his umpteenth orgasm over Lydia’s face after she had given him the promised tit-job.

Knowing that she was probably close to passing out, Femke and I had prepared two dildos, one coated with lube. Just to make sure she used the correct one for the right hole, Femke pushed the lubed one into Lydia’s ass in a no-nonsense fashion.

I wasn’t sure if she still remembered having agreed to put on a show or if she was just horny, but she was pounding herself something fierce in both directions, swearing profusely. It was disconcerting to watch it, and I had to cling on to the rationale that she had actually wanted it exactly that way. I knew we had fucked up right away, and looking at Regina, who looked almost physically sick, I knew this wouldn’t end well.

What I also did know was, Mark was not enjoying it, but just like I he endured it, knowing that this was what she had wanted. And he probably had just learned an important lesson – some fantasies better remain one.

Lydia soon passed out. And just like all those years ago, Mark cleaned her up and tucked her in, as she was lying on the air mattress anyway. We were all taken aback, but it fell to Femke again to lighten the mood.

“Folks, I’ve taken a walk with Jonjo a few days ago. This whole street is new and this is the only house that’s already finished. We should be the only ones around for at least 300 meters. Anyone up to pulling a Regina and watch the fireworks in the buff?”

We all grinned, took each other by the hands and walked out. It was three minutes to midnight.

Regina

Thank god, Femke’s idea had lightened the mood. Despite the cold, we stood in the backyard, all naked, and watched the fireworks, at least until it got just too cold. With all of us women sporting nipples hard enough to perforate metal, and Mark’s size significantly reduced by the cold, we all hurried back inside.

We didn’t have to check on Lydia. We could hear the snoring from outside. Mark made sure she was tucked in and then spooned her from behind. I threw another blanket over them and kissed him goodnight.

Lydia waddled into the kitchen the next morning, white as sheet. If she was expecting some commiseration from me, she wasn’t going to get any. I put a mug of coffee and a glass of water with an Aspirin on the table.

“That’s what he did, back then,” she said meekly, and I could hear it in her voice that she was confused why it hadn’t been Mark doing it.

“What the fuck is going on in your head?” I seethed and fixed her with an angry stare. “You are thirty fucking six years old, and you behave like a fucking teenager on crack. How long have you known that you become a vulgar bitch when you’re drunk, hm?”

Lydia stared at me in shock and then ran. I heard her vomiting copiously in the bathroom. It took her five minutes to come back. She was even paler than before, if that was possible, and she was shaking like a leaf.

“What happened?” she asked in a weak voice.

“I tell you what,” I spat angrily trying to mimic her Berlin accent. “Rotz mir deine Wichse inne Fresse, du Hengst – that’s what happened. I have no idea how he didn’t become infertile on the spot. And we idiots all laughed at it on an impulse, not realizing how much it hurt him. Is that your idea of sexy? Your dignity was always the most important thing for him. You traipsing around blindfolded is one thing. He could see how much you enjoyed that, and it makes him happy. But you lying on the floor, hammering your arse with a dildo while swearing like a stoned trucker? It hurt him, because you made a complete and utter fool of yourself before his eyes!”

Lydia was crying by now, clutching her cup of coffee as if it was a life-line, but I wasn’t done yet.

“I know he was partially in on it, but that’s because he always does what you want. Has he ever denied you anything? That boy loves you so much, if you told him to jump off a fucking bridge he would merely ask which one you’d fancy. I found him on the porch this morning, in the freezing cold, stark naked and crying. I wouldn’t put it past him that he had tried to freeze himself to death. He normally doesn’t go naked like the two of us.”

Lydia even forgot to cry, she just stared at me in terror for a while. Then she ran again and vomited again, and this time I was sure it had nothing to do with her hangover.

“Listen girl, you better work this out, pronto,” I resumed my rant when she came back. “I love Mark with all my heart, and I would never come in between you. But if you don’t grow up in a fucking hurry, I swear to god, you’ll lose him, and Meri and I will not hesitate to pick up the pieces. Do you read me or do I have to make you a fucking drawing?”

Lydia fled in terror.

“Fucking hell, that was a rant for the ages,” Femke said coming into the kitchen.

“She needed to hear it,” I managed to say before emotion overwhelmed me and I started to cry. Meri, who had come in with Femke gathered me in her arms.

Mark

I was still sitting in the backyard, but after Regina had kicked my ass for sitting in the cold without clothes, while being naked herself mind you, I had put on some clothes.

“You’ll freeze and you’ll get an earful from Regina about it,” I said when I noticed that Lydia had taken a seat next to me – naked.

“She has already read me the riot act,” she said. “And I deserve some pain.”

“It’s not your fault,” I said. “I shouldn’t have gone along with it. My own perverted obsession with watching you got the better of me. I should have known better.”