In the Long Run
Copyright© 2024 by The Horse With No Name
Chapter 86: A Blunt Approach
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 86: A Blunt Approach - 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 Orgy Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Fisting Massage Oral Sex Pegging Petting Nudism
Lydia
A week can be damn short if you are really enjoying yourself. As was to be expected for an Olympic year, we had worked very hard for the last twelve months, or more like fifteen, and with the winter season coming up, we were looking at another five to six months before we would have the first real downtime since the Summer of 1999. Which meant we had to make the most of the one week we had here at Esther’s resort.
Although Nadja, Femke and I spent several hours on the roller ski treadmills each day, the one person who was really busy was of course Mark. Naturally we made sure that we got our fair share of time with him, which kept him even more occupied.
But even Mark, as fit as he was, could only give so much. Between satisfying our urges and desires, and massaging us after the training, he was soon quite exhausted. One day before we were about to leave, we found him sound asleep on one of the deck chairs and we could have detonated a land mine without waking him up. It was a clear sign that his proverbial batteries had gone flat.
Realizing that we had bitten too big a chunk out of him, the mood around the table at the “Tiki bar” was somewhat subdued. We all came to the same conclusion. Rewarding ourselves copiously for the hard work of the last year and a half, we had recklessly run roughshod over the man we all loved.
“We should do something for him,” Femke said. “And perhaps this time it shouldn’t be something that involves us getting fucked. Aren’t we abusing him in that regard?”
I laughed out loud, much to the surprise of everyone around the table. On a different note, it was testament to Mark’s utter exhaustion that this hadn’t woken him up.
“Femke, you can’t abuse someone who likes that particular kind of ‘abuse’. Trust me, it’s not the sex that has done him in, but the massages. He has worked on all of us every day since forever, and he doesn’t even have Jogi for a backup in here.”
“So what do we do?” Nadja asked.
“Nothing really,” I said with a grin. “Svetlana does. Mark has massaged us every day. It’s time he gets a massage himself, a rather entertaining one at that.”
“You mean the girl in the massage parlor?” Nadja asked for clarification.
“Exactly,” I replied. “I left Ian in her care when I was here in January. That boy was cross-eyed for half a day. The girl knows how to blow a guy’s fuses.”
“You think she could teach us a trick or twelve?” Femke asked with a chuckle.
Mark
My watch was the only thing I was wearing. When I took a look at it, I realized I had slept for fifteen hours. Well, I had lost half of one of the precious few days of downtime, but it had definitely been worth it. The last fifteen hours had just been a black void – no dreams or anything. I had effectively just shut down completely.
One benefit of that was that I felt really refreshed, manifested by the morning wood from hell, even though it wasn’t technically morning anymore. My growling stomach reminded me that I had not eaten anything for the best part of a day, so with a raging hard-on and an empty stomach I went to hunt for something to eat.
Walking with a massive boner was not as easy as it sounds. Most men would probably be quite happy if they were my size, but at times the treacherous organ could become a right ol’ nuisance. To complete the utter hilarity of the situation, my stomach made sounds that one usually only heard from a bunch of grizzlies in the zoo.
“You look and sound like someone who is both hungry and horny,” Esther told me with a chuckle as she came up to me.
“Guilty as charged,” I admitted. “But right now, frankly, my empty belly is the more pressing problem.”
“Lyuba has a few delicacies on the menu,” she said with a grin. “And there’s no Meri to spoil it for you.”
“Well, I’m not normally under her regime anyway,” I replied as we changed direction towards Lyuba’s ‘Tiki Bar’. “I merely submitted myself to it out of solidarity with the girls.”
“They’ve all gone into town for some shopping, so you can have an all-you-can-eat dinner.”
“Shopping, in this little town?” I asked.
Esther snorted and laughed. “This is a tourist town, dear. It is essentially one big shopping center.”
“Figures,” I said with a chuckle.
It appeared that my growling stomach had already given advance notice of my arrival, because Lyuba had already prepared a table. A large plate of Pelmeni with Smetana was waiting for me.
“Nadja said, you like Pelmeni,” Lyuba told me and I nodded enthusiastically. Reduced to caveman antics by my growling stomach, I dug in like it was my last meal ever, eliciting amused giggles from Esther and Lyuba.
Mid meal I noticed that someone was gulping down my still raging hard-on. I looked below the table and Lyuba was smiling back at me.
“As much as I admire the sentiment,” I said with a lopsided grin. “I’m afraid I hadn’t had the chance to ask the girls if they are okay with that.”
“They are,” Esther told me. “Apparently you being hard after a long sleep is a recurring event. Lydia herself asked us to take care of you.”
“Well, in that case I won’t refuse an invitation like that,” I said somewhat light headed when Lyuba showed me just how good she was at blowing a guy.
Alas, the fun was short-lived. Even at nearly twenty-seven, I could still pull the old teenager trick of nutting in under one minute, although in my defense, I had to admit that Lyuba had administered the best blowjob I had ever had, which was saying something, considering the number of different styles I had experienced over the years.
She crawled back up from under the table and smiled at me. I smiled back, or at least I tried. Considering that I was completely cross-eyed, it was probably more like an idiotic grin.
Lydia
Esther had not promised too much. The town was essentially a shopping mall with a few residences around it. Granted, half the shops only sold cheap trinkets for tourists, but there were a few places going for a more affluent audience, so to speak. Well, we being ourselves, had spent most of the time in a shop that looked like a fancy version of Victoria’s Secret, and you know you’re selling some seriously sexy lingerie when it makes us blush. Mark was in for one hell of a show when we returned to Germany.
For the time being he was out cold – again or still – we couldn’t know, although if Esther’s nether region was anything to go by, he must have had regained consciousness while we had been away. A pussy or an arse which had had Mark’s rod in it, showed some signs of that for quite a while.
“I take it you had some fun?” I said with a giggle and pointed at Esther’s well-ravaged pussy.
“Goodness me,” she replied. “If fucking a girl’s brains out was an Olympic sport, he would have more medals than all of you combined.”
“As if we didn’t know that,” Nadja said with a chuckle and pointed at Mark who was sleeping on a nearby deck chair. “But I guess there’s not much hope for any of us today?”
“I wouldn’t count on it,” Esther said. “He’s only the second guy ever, who managed to give me an orgasm, and what Svetlana was up to after giving him a massage, well, I leave it to him to tell that tale. You haven’t seen kinky unless you’ve seen that girl in action.”
“Challenge accepted,” Femke said and laughingly pointed at a blushing Nadja.
“Seriously though,” Esther said and indicated that we should sit down. In absence of any furniture we dumped our naked arses into the sand at the artificial beach. “Mark obviously loves sex, and I doubt anyone of you isn’t well catered for in that regard, but I think you’re all missing the fact that none of you deals with his desires.”
Meri harrumphed slightly. “None of us has any idea what those ‘desires’ are. And it’s not for lack of trying to find out, but he’s almost freakishly selfless in that regard.”
“That’s because he’s ashamed to admit it,” Esther said. “You see, this place here is mainly for people wanting to go naked and looking to have a good time, but we’ve also saved or rejuvenated a lot of relationships over the last months.”
“So these girls around here aren’t just your garden-variety former prostitutes, I suppose,” Femke theorized.
“They all have two things in common,” Esther explained. “They all worked a highly qualified job and they all later ended up in brothels – some voluntarily, but not knowing what they had gotten themselves into, some less voluntarily.”
“I guess Lyuba had not been a barmaid before,” Meri supplied. Esther shook her head.
“She’s a certified psychotherapist. But she also loves sex a lot, so she thought it was a good idea to do it as a job. Unfortunately she ended up in a horrible dump in a Dutch harbor.”
“Rotterdam,” Femke said and looked as if she was about to get sick.
Esther nodded. “Now she can pick and choose, as she told you. And on the side, she can sniff out the wrong ones from a mile out. We’ve had a few guys around here with ulterior motives. She found them all out before they could do anything.”
“What do you mean – wrong ones?” Nadja asked.
“There are guys who think, just because every woman is naked in here, they have a right to ‘make use of them’. Oh, and by the way, that’s not an exclusively male problem. We’ve also had our fair share of women who thought that just because a guy has a hard-on, they can grab it without asking.”
“I guess that comes with the territory in a place like this,” I said. “It’s a good thing you have qualified staff at hand. But I’m not quite sure what that has to do with Mark?”
“That’s the thing. He fantasizes about just that. Not that he would abuse any women in here, but apparently he’s had this fantasy of walking up to any of you and just take you. And I can see where he would be ashamed to admit that.”
Meri slapped her forehead. “Now it makes sense – the washing machine!”
Femke used Meri’s momentary distraction to grab a beer that Esther had handed her with a knowing grin.
“Girl, you are not making much sense right now,” she told us and casually opened the bottle, earning herself a disapproving look from Meri while she explained.
“Regina told me about it. You know that she never wears anything in our home. So one day she was loading the washing machine, not presenting too modest a picture as you can imagine.”
We all chuckled.
“And then the damnedest thing happened. Mark just walked up to her from behind and boinked the living daylights out of her, with her head inside the washing machine.”
“Oh my giddy aunt!” Femke cried out and ejected her beer through her nose, alternating between coughing and laughing.
“I don’t see where Mark would have a problem?” Nadja said. “Does he seriously think I would say no if he was to walk up to me and take me?”
Esther smiled. “He knows it would take some serious discomfort for any of you to refuse him, and if he’s anything like Ian, which I suspect he is, he knows when each of you is due for her period. So he wouldn’t try anything on those days anyway. But both of them are also old-fashioned gentlemen. It is anathema to them to do anything without your approval. You should have seen Mark’s face when Lyuba blew him. His very first thought was that he hadn’t gotten your approval. I think we can agree that it takes quite some self-restraint for a guy to refuse a blowjob.”
“I hope you told him that we were okay with it?” I asked her.
“Of course, and he immediately started to enjoy it,” Esther said. “But only after he knew that you were approving of it.”
“So I guess we now have to find a way to let him know that we are okay with it,” I said.
“If you want my advice. Just tell him to his face,” Esther explained. “And while you’re at it, agree on some signal or safe word to let him know when it wouldn’t be such a good idea.”
“I guess wearing panties would be a clear signal,” Femke said with a chuckle.
“Are you guys all naked in your homes?” Esther asked.
“Most of the time,” I explained. “Regina and I hardly wear anything ever. Mark likes it, and we do too.”
“So my sister isn’t so weird after all,” Esther said with a chuckle. “I’m surprised she wears clothes to work.”
“Not always,” I said and laughed.
Esther looked at me wide-eyed. “She doesn’t, does she?”
“Not when there are guests, but on normal days in Summer? You bet, Sofia’s in the office stark naked. Those team meetings on Monday must be quite fun for the office staff.”
My remarks were met with laughter, which finally woke up Mark.
Meri
Well, one couldn’t accuse Mark of dithering over a decision. As soon as he had woken up the evening before, we had sat him down and informed him about our decision. Esther had explained that there was even a term for it – free-use. In essence it meant, Mark could ‘use’ any of us in any way he saw fit, as long as we were naked. Any clothing, even if it was just an open-cupped bra, was the signal that the girl in question was not available.
Granted, he had spent most of the talk blushing an alarming shade of crimson, but we had done our best to make him realize that he had nothing to be ashamed of.
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