In the Long Run
Copyright© 2024 by The Horse With No Name
Chapter 92: A Humble Request
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 92: A Humble Request - 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
Nadja
I was one of the first to recover. After all I hadn’t had any large objects in me – on the contrary, I had been Nad The Impaler and had filled Lydia’s taut rear-end to the brim with a strap-on that was literally made in Mark’s image.
It had been one of Femke’s beer ideas back in summer. Giving Mark a raging erection was not exactly difficult, and then we had plastered his penis and balls with quick-drying gypsum cement. Okay, it was quite a bit of work to keep him hard until the coating had sufficiently dried, but that was nothing a little private sex show couldn’t manage. At the end we had made a perfect casting mold to have a whole dozen of screw-on dildos made that were very realistic replications of our favorite toy.
For now though, the fun was over. Lydia was still pretty much out of it, lying spread-eagle on the floor, still blind-folded, and both Meri and Regina were still coming down from a rather substantial orgasm. Femke, meanwhile was of course already raiding the fridge for beer. How that woman didn’t put on weight despite her love for that particular beverage was anyone’s guess.
“I’m going over to our place,” I told Mark. “It’s mommy’s turn to be with Feli tonight.”
“Let me clean up quickly,” he said. “I promised Jenny a goodnight kiss, and I’m not gonna go back on that promise.”
“Okay, I’ll wait. We’ll take the tunnel, then I won’t have to get back into the used clothes again.”
Mark
“I didn’t even know until two days ago that this thing exists,” I said as Nadja and I walked through the access tunnel. It was a good thing that the pipes of the district heating ran through here, or Nadja would have frozen quite a bit.
“It’s built in a horseshoe layout,” Nadja explained. “You can even reach Ilka and Mario’s house, but it’s of course a much longer way than just crossing the street.”
“I take it Jenny will make frequent use of it,” I said with a chuckle. “The only thing I’m worried about is that she will run into some actual maintenance workers one day.”
“You don’t do much around the house, do you?” Nadja asked me teasingly.
“Regina prefers to have me out of her hair when she’s doing house chores.”
“Or in her butt when she’s loading the washing machine,” Nadja replied and giggled.
“Or that,” I admitted.
“Anyway,” Nadja continued. “In the kitchen there’s a little display, right next to the fridge. The service company announces in advance before any of their workers enter the tunnel.”
“So we only have to worry about other neighbors?” I asked while Nadja unlocked the door to our basement.
“It’s only us, Ilka and Mario here. We won’t get any new neighbors before 2002 at the earliest.”
When we came up the stairs to the main room, Jenny quickly grabbed a bathrobe and threw it on.
“It’s okay, honey,” I said. “Nadja is on Feli watch tonight.”
“I thought this would make it a bit easier for you,” Jenny said, closed her eyes and pursed her lips in anticipation of the promised goodnight kiss. I delivered a chaste kiss to her lips and she smiled happily at me.
“Good night, honey.”
“Good night, dad.”
“Feli is already in bed?” Nadja asked and Jenny nodded.
“Well, then we should join her.”
“I’ll turn off the lights,” I told them as they disappeared upstairs towards the guest room that was basically just Jenny’s room at our place. Before turning off the lights I had a look into the kitchen, and lo and behold we had the same display Nadja had described.
I would have to ask Regina to explain it to me. Since, unlike Nadja, I had clothes on, I decided to walk outside and above ground for the return to Regina and Meri’s place.
Lydia
Training would be fun today, what with my butt and my pussy feeling like I had gang-banged an army regiment. But I wouldn’t miss that exquisite kind of soreness for nothing in the world. And seeing how Meri came waddling into the kitchen in the morning could only mean that Mark had not exactly gone easy on her.
“He wasn’t too rough on you, was he?” I asked and handed her a cup of coffee.
“Not at all, in fact I had almost forgotten how good he is,” Meri said. “I’m just lacking a bit of match-fitness so to speak. Unfortunately, taking him to the task more often again would lead to us exhausting him again.”
“Well, Ilka and Mario are expected to be back on Friday,” I replied. “I bet after three weeks in a rehab training center and trying to cater for his sexual appetite on her own, Ilka would love nothing more than sending him over to let off some steam.”
“Did she say if he healed okay,” Meri asked me as we sipped our coffee, still as naked as we had crawled out of bed.
“He’ll probably miss the rest of this year’s games, but it are only three more before the winter break anyway,” I said.
“The last few days have reminded me of ‘92,” Meri said. “Remember back then on St. Kitts & Nevis, when we experimented with all kinds of kinky stuff? I was reminded of it when Mark put those nipple clamps on Nadja the other day. I didn’t even know we still had them. That sex shop in Montreal. It was the first time I gave him a blowjob.”
“And I had to stand guard outside the changing booth, because the shop clerk was getting curious,” I said with a chuckle.
“Last night was the first time I had a similar vibe again,” Meri told me with a smile.
Mark
Regina was the last to join us.
Lydia had handed out a cup of coffee to all new arrivals, and Regina wasn’t an exception.
“My word, I don’t think I’ve had such vivid wet dreams in a while,” she said, kissing first Meri and then everyone else in attendance.
“We can tell,” Femke said with a chuckle and pointed at Regina’s very erect nipples.
“So what’s the plan for today?” Regina asked.
“Well, I have my naked warm-up with Ian, and later we’ll go to Dresden. We promised Doreen to go into the wind tunnel to find a better seating position for her, and it’s time we make good on that promise,” Lydia replied.
“Ian is here?” Femke asked.
“Oh, we never came round to tell you, did we,” Mark said with a chuckle. “Lydia has found a rather unique way to motivate Ian to exercise via remote link.”
“I seem to be the last one to get to know things around here,” Femke said with with an undercurrent of frustration in her voice.
“That’s because until after the Olympics you kept going back to Groningen all the time,” Lydia said and put a scorching hot kiss on Femke’s mouth. “We’re glad you’re finally staying here full time.”
“So what is this mysterious naked motivation thing,” she asked.
“It’s a scheme that Ira, Sofia and I came up with at the time when Nadja was racing on the Nürburgring,” Lydia explained. “Ian had begun to slack off again after I had started to whip him into shape at Esther’s place in January. Back then he worked really hard, because I ran alongside him, naked.”
“So you’re setting up a video link so he can watch you run naked while he’s on a treadmill too? Talk about a motivation,” Femke said with a chuckle. “But wouldn’t it work even better when Ira does the motivation? I mean that girl is the only one who can outshine you and Regina, and she wouldn’t need no video link.”
“She does, normally,” Lydia agreed. “But once a week I do it. That boy still has a crush the size of Belgium on me, and according to Ira it’s not going away. In a way he’s in a similar position regarding me as Esther is regarding him.”
“Another thing I’ve apparently missed,” Femke said dryly.
“That’s because you were too busy smuggling beer past me when we were in Hungary,” Meri scolded her. “Did you really not notice that Esther has a massive crush on Ian? I would have thought her french-kissing him like a pro at the airport when he came in to fly us back would have been a bit of a hint.”
“Exactly,” I chipped in. “Ian’s heart belongs to Ira, but Ira actually makes sure he spends time with Esther too. Esther knows she can never have him, but she gladly takes every minute she can spend with him.”
“She’s torturing herself, isn’t she?” Regina pointed out.
“Just so,” Lydia confirmed. “But not being with him at all would be even worse for her. At least Ian only has a crush, instead of being head over heels in love with me. That boat sailed when he met Ira for the first time.”
“Not that he would ever push you out of the bed,” Femke noted with a chuckle. “By the way, isn’t Ira one of his naked stewardesses on those special flights too? How is he handling that?”
“You really missed a lot,” Nadja teased her with a giggle. “They abandoned those flights after a few months. Ira has only ever done the topless flight attendant bit on our flights. She didn’t get past her job interview actually.”
Femke harrumphed. “You’re not trying to tell me she was deemed not sexy enough, are you?”
I laughed. “Certainly not. In fact she had to do the interview in the nude, and Ian was completely away with the fairies the moment he laid eyes on her. Sofia was in that room too and asked Ira if she would ‘give a practical demonstration’. Ira and Ian ended up boinking the raw stuffing out of each other for one and a half hour, including taking her anal cherry.”
Femke doubled over, laughing. “Wouldn’t you have loved to be a fly on the wall for that one?”
“You would have been a very noisy fly,” I said. “Sofia diddled herself four times while watching them. The most hilarious bit is, Ian remembered absolutely nothing of it afterwards. So when Ira came to live in Emden a few weeks later, they re-enacted the whole thing, so he could make some memories.”
“Oh my giddy aunt,” Femke said, still laughing. “We should invite them for New Years Eve, if we invite Esther, Mario and Ilka too, we could stage a veritable orgy.”
“I would hazard a guess that yuletide is Esther’s most lucrative business time,” Meri pointed out, interestingly not dismissing the idea of an orgy.
“Actually it isn’t,” I corrected her. “She closes shop between December 22nd and January 6th. She’s getting enough flak for the type of business she’s running, because many in the former soviet bloc turned deeply religious after the collapse of communism. Just remember Doreen’s parents. They would be showing up on her doorstep with torches and pitchforks if she kept her resort open over Christmas.”
“Perfect,” Femke quipped. “I would definitely like to get my hands and my tongue on those fantastic jugs of hers.”
Everybody chuckled.
“Okay, I’ll ask her,” I said. “But don’t get your hopes up too much in regards to Ilka and Mario. Mario is sixteen. He’s been of legal age for two years now, but a full-fledged sex party might be pushing it. It’s all above board legally, but all it takes is one paparazzo and a slanderous article in a yellow press rag and we’ll all be fucked, and not the good kind of fucked.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Meri said. “Jenny will stay with Feli at our place. They are the two only persons in our households who are too young. In fact if we’re doing it, we should do it right and invite Doreen and Jogi too. Mario, Doreen and Jogi are old enough to buy beer, so they’re bloody well old enough to consent or not consent to sexual contact.”
“I agree,” Femke sided with Meri. “And the paparazzi problem is easy to solve. We are not exactly paupers. We can hire a private security company to patrol the outer perimeter of your estate. That keeps them far enough from the house and they will make sure nobody climbs over that fence. As an added bonus there are enough people in the area to call the fire department if a piece of fireworks lands in that forest of yours.”
“Not a bad idea,” Regina added to the pro-Meri voices. “I’ve been concerned for a while that we might end up having a forest fire on our hands if some stray rocket lands on our properties.”
“Alright, I’m officially outvoted,” I relented. “I guess we can discuss the matter with Doreen on the way to Dresden.”
“By the way, where’s Lydia?” Femke asked and I chuckled.
“While we’ve been yapping on here, she beat a quiet retreat about ten minutes ago. She’s no doubt putting on a show for Ian right now.”
Femke
Yep, deciding to live here now was definitely the right decision. This was the only place in the world were you could climb out of bed, quickly organize a sex orgy for New Years eve, before finally getting dressed.
In fact we still had not gotten dressed by the time Doreen arrived. As the only one with any clothing on him, his usual garishly colored Bermuda shorts, Mark had opened the door and upon seeing us, Doreen had just giggled.
Well, with our guest having arrived, we all took a quick dive in the pool, brushed our teeth camping style and then got dressed finally. Mark, Regina and Nadja decided to stay behind, which meant we all fit into the big Grenada and made our way to Dresden.
Doreen was definitely not the shy type, as she simply stripped down to nothing in front of us to put on her two-piece triathlon suit in the antechamber of the wind tunnel. It belonged to the Technical University of Dresden and it was clear that Jogi’s girlfriend wasn’t the first person to use this facility to find the optimal position on a time trial bike, as they had a state-of-the-art machine available. That meant we had brought my bike with us for nothing. But hey, it’s better to have something than being left wanting for it.
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