In the Long Run
Copyright© 2024 by The Horse With No Name
Chapter 79: Ira’s Experiment
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 79: Ira’s Experiment - Mark and Lydia hit a lot of bumps during the cold war and fate eventually brings them to the other side of the globe, but even there the challenges don't end. This is the founding story of my planned "It's always the Germans" universe, which will be created when this story reaches the year 1998.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Sports Incest Mother Son Light Bond Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Massage Oral Sex Pegging Petting Nudism
Lydia
Mark’s SMS about the fact that he would spend the night with Ira was the least surprising news ever. Technically, he didn’t even have to tell me. We had a clear policy. Any girl that I had taken to bed, he could as well, as long as he had permission from that girl’s partner. That Mark would spend the night without Ian knowing about it wasn’t even worth thinking about. He would never do that.
As a result I did what I always did in those cases and texted back, wishing him a lot of fun and asking him to make it good for her. The latter request was a bit pointless, but I usually added it anyway. I couldn’t remember any bout of sex with him that had left me wanting.
My days were a lot less entertaining, doing practice units in the searing heat at the ass-end of Chile. If Nadja’s SMSs were any indication the weather in Germany was such that I could just as well have stayed home and do the heat units there. I didn’t even want to imagine what it must be like to sit in a car without air conditioning for two hours, while working hard not to crash it.
I did a quick calculation and I gathered it was 10pm in Germany now, which meant they were only a quarter into that endless race.
Mark
“Is that an integral part of the experience?” Ira asked with a giggle and pointed at the blindfold I had fished from my backpack. We were still sitting in our chairs, drinking beer, but I had already fetched it, lest I forgot later.
“In a way it is,” I confirmed. “Nadja and Lydia love to be blindfolded, but I also put it on Regina or Femke when they want it a bit rougher than normal. Over the years it has become a sort of instinctual warning. If my partner is blindfolded, I’m reminded not to overdo it, no matter how excited I get.”
“That’s impressive,” Ira said with honest admiration in her voice.
“Trust me, and perhaps you should talk to Ian about it at some point, if you’re juggling several partners with wildly different preferences, you need to have a few ways to keep yourself on your toes, even if you become too excited to think straight.”
“Ian probably thinks in check lists,” Ira said with a chuckle and I chuckled with her.
“I’m serious,” she insisted. “Please don’t tell him, or he’ll be self-conscious about it. Ian sometimes talks in his sleep. Mostly about me of course, but sometimes about Lydia or Esther too.”
“So I guess all his talk about having gotten Lydia out of his system is a bit premature,” I said with a grin and Ira nodded, showing the same amusement.
“Good on him,” I said. “I guess Lydia has told you what we were up to after her win in Bologna? I’m sure his participation might be required in the future.”
“Oh dear, yes,” she said and giggled. “By the way, I can’t wait to try that too, with you and Ian.”
“I’m sure an appointment can be arranged,” I told her and gave her a wink as I emptied my second bottle.
“How about we get to the fun part of the evening and leave the third beer for afterwards?” Ira suggested and put the blindfold on.
Nadja
Sleeping is not easy if you are in a busy pit garage and two-hundred cars keep passing by noisily on the start-finish straight. I had at least gotten a bit of shut-eye, but I was woken up when pandemonium ensued.
It took me a while to get my bearings, but I soon realized what was going on. Apparently Ronny had taken too much of the curb at Flugplatz and had hit the armco on his in-lap. I could see that it could not have been a hard hit, else he wouldn’t have brought the car home to the pits, but our little Melkus had lost some of its visual charm as several strips of gaffer tape were now holding the right front of the car together.
That would probably mean some understeer for the rest of the race as I could see the impact had broken off a chunk of the front splitter. That was nothing we could fix in a hurry. We would have to decide between making do with the worse handling for the remaining seventeen hours, or we would lose at least half an hour for repairs.
Normally Ronny would have done another stint, but he handed the car over to Gee instead. He had way more experience and would therefore be in a better position to decide if the handling was still tolerable or if we had to bite the bullet and go for the lengthy repair.
I put my arm around a clearly frustrated Ronny, who blamed himself for the shunt. I let him know that he had nothing to be frustrated about. Even some of the most experienced drivers had chucked it into the undergrowth by now, and in comparison we had gotten off relatively lightly.
Mark
It had started off as a normal blowjob with Ira kneeling in front of me, and my word, she was absolutely brilliant at it. Before we could even begin to try out her fantasy I had already spray-painted her throat for the first time. It was testament to her exquisite technique that I didn’t go soft even for as second and she just continued.
I gently grabbed the back of her head and pulled her towards me, forcing her to gulp me down deep. Ira started to groan and gag, but I forced her head towards me a second time. She gagged even harder and it sounded almost as if she was about to vomit. I let go of her and she gasped for air, coughing and spluttering, drooling all over my raging hard-on in the process.
“More,” she demanded breathlessly and resumed blowing me, but I had already decided to wait until her breathing had returned to normal. Only then I would give it a second try.
Regina
I could hardly remember the last time I had slept without Meri or Mark by my side. That I was sleeping in the guestroom was not the result of a domestic spat, it had practical reasons. Nadja was slated to be back in the car between midnight and two o’clock, and unlike my better half, I wanted to watch it.
I could have taken a nap, but I wasn’t good at short naps. Mark and Lydia could lie down for an hour after lunch and they felt refreshed afterwards. I was the exact opposite. If I was woken up after an hour, I needed two more hours just to remember my name. Anything shorter than four hours of uninterrupted sleep was Kryptonite to me. That’s why I had decided to stay awake, but in the guestroom to avoid waking up Meri or Feli.
For a while things had not looked too well as the car had been in a crash, but apparently Nadja’s French team mate with the ridiculous name had found a way to work around the bruises the little car had taken on impact.
One thing I noticed was that the two commentators were very good at explaining things to people who didn’t know much about racing – people like me. From what they had explained, the car was now not as easy to drive as before, but obviously still well enough to avoid a lengthy stop for more extensive repairs.
Mark
Every fiber in my body screamed at me to stop it, but at the same time I could see that Ira was enjoying herself immensely. That observation sounded a bit weird at first, considering that she had been just short of vomiting a few times, and tears had soaked the blindfold by now.
I gave her head two more shoves and she started to gag and retch again and I let go of her head again. Compared to how we had started about 20 minutes ago, she took me in a lot deeper before the gag reflex set in. The last few times she had actually swallowed me up completely, a feat that only Regina and Femke managed without gagging at all.
In any other case I would have stopped halfway through, it was not an activity that gave me much pleasure, but it was obvious that she got an absolute kick out of it. The nipples on her absolutely perfect tits were so hard she could have perforated concrete and her pussy was almost literally drooling. A small puddle of her own juices had accumulated between her knees.
I had no problems to understand why Ian refused to indulge her. It had taken me almost two years to come to the point at which I could overcome my hesitation to go as rough on Nadja as she wanted me to occasionally.
I shoved myself back deep into Ira’s throat and with a grunt I spilled down her gullet while holding her head in place. She coughed and spluttered.
“Oh my god, that was amazing,” she said, taking the tear-soaked blindfold off. Her eyes needed a moment to adapt to the light and then she started to giggle, when she saw my still rock-hard member dripping, because she had drooled all over it.
Ira looked down at the ground where here dripping pussy had left a bit of a mess too. Ira swiped some liquid off her weeping pussy and smeared it into her rear-end.
“He seems to be lubed up quite well,” she said and cackled, her voice a bit hoarse from the violent blowjob. “Come on in, big boy!”
Ira stood up, turned around and presented me her rear-end. There are invitations I would never decline...
Regina
I had nearly nodded off, but I was wide awake again when Nadja got back into the car a quarter past midnight. The front was still mostly held together by gaffer tape, so it was obvious that the team had decided that more extensive repairs were not needed.
Since I had had a bit of time to kill I had called Lydia in Chile, and I had to admit that I was a bit surprised when she told me that Mark was having his way with Ian’s girlfriend Ira in a hotel at the Nürburgring. The fact itself was not so shocking. Considering that Ian literally had had Lydia as his birthday present, it had only been a matter of time until Ira would want to try Mark on for size. I knew that Lydia just loved to brag how good he was between the sheets.
What kept bothering me was that I had been with Mario more often than with Mark lately. Was it my boobs? Mark had either not noticed or didn’t dare to say so, but I had definitely noticed that they had not entirely returned to their original shape after my turn as Feli’s wet nurse.
Of course the reason could just be that I had preferred a quick boink over the more elaborate dates that Mark preferred. True, I had asked for help from Mario in those cases, knowing that Mark was preferring an elaborate foreplay. I would definitely need to stage one of those soon. For the first time since we had met I felt like Mark was drifting away and I didn’t like that thought at all.
Mark
“I had always thought Lydia was exaggerating,” Ira said, sitting somewhat awkwardly after we had returned from the shower and finally came round to finishing our last beer. “I have never had my arse shagged for two hours straight.”
“Having blown two wads beforehand helps a lot,” I said with a chuckle.
“But you stayed hard throughout,” she said and giggled. “In fact you still are.”
“I don’t know if Ian has ever told you, but one look at your tits can make a guy go hard for two weeks. Has he never told you how perfect they are?”
“Every day, actually,” she said, sounding a bit wistful. “They’re just tits, and they won’t stay that way forever. Not every woman is as lucky as Lydia. Ian tells me they’re perfect, but when I ask him what’s so perfect about them, he can’t answer it.”
“He could, but he won’t,” I corrected her. “Ian and I are both certified boob fetishists, but you can’t really explain perfection without sounding like an utter jerk or hurting someone.”
“We both have no skin in the game,” Ira argued. “We had fun, but we both know that’s all this was. You can’t really hurt me, and nobody else is here to hear you. I’d really be interested in that explanation.”
I took a deep breath. “Okay, let me put it that way. Your tits tick all the boxes. They are exactly the right size for your physique. Take Meri for instance. Her boobs look fantastic, they are just a tad too big for her slender frame. Not enough to make her unattractive, mind you, but they are on the big side.”
Ira nodded.
“And this will surprise you. Shape doesn’t really play that much of a role. Regina’s boobs have gone slack ever so slightly, because she breastfed Feli for months. That doesn’t make the least bit of difference. At least to me they are as beautiful as ever. I wouldn’t be surprised if she thinks differently.”
“So if these babies start wandering south, Ian won’t give a rat’s end?” Ira asked and lifted her breasts up.
“Of course not. There is one thing about them that will not change, and that is – at least for me – the most important part of why your tits are absolutely perfect.”
“Now we come to the fun part,” Ira said and I could actually hear some nervousness in her giggling.
“It’s the nipples,” I admitted. “Even the most beautiful rack could be ruined by having huge or very small nipples on them. Yours are exactly the perfect size, especially the area around them. That’s highly subjective of course, but I suspect Ian and I have roughly the same preference.”
“But if you say mine are perfect, wouldn’t that mean all of your girls, or Sofia and Esther in Ian’s case, have the odd flaw here or there?” she challenged me.
“That’s exactly why Ian doesn’t answer that question. Mind you this is like saying a yellow Ferrari isn’t quite as perfect as a red one, but yes, you are the only one who ticks each and every box.”
“Even Lydia?” Ira challenged me.
“Even Lydia,” I agreed. “Lydia is pretty close to perfect, but since she is so slender, her boobs are too big by a teeny-tiny bit. As I said, that’s nit-picking on the highest level, but you wanted an honest answer and I gave you one.”
“So in essence I simply won the genetic lottery,” Ira suggested.
“Exactly, as have Lydia and Mario’s girlfriend Ilka. The fact that they look much younger than they are is mostly just luck. They can help things a bit by keeping themselves as fit as they can, but everything else is just luck of the genetic draw.”
“Dammit, and I had hoped there was a secret,” Ira admitted. “But Lydia has told me the same. She was just lucky. In fact looking at you, you could just as well be her brother. You seem to have had the same luck in the genetic crap raffle. You certainly don’t look twenty-six and I’ve not seen many guys your age who are still hard after almost three hours of wild sex.”
Ira pointed at my still persisting erection and I definitely hesitated too long to give a reply. Her eyes went wide and she gasped.
“You aren’t, are you?” she asked wide-eyed.
“I’m her son, actually,” I admitted.
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