Spring Break Ch. 10: Sun, Visitors

Spring Break Ch 10 Sun, Visitors

An unexpected visitor ruined Dirk’s opportunity to fuck Wilma

Category: Mature

Tags: Cheating Mother; Cheating wife; Cowgirl; Creampie; Friends with benefits; Gang Raped Pregnancy; Lactating Mother; Neighbor; Sister’s best friend

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Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction. The work may draw on actual historical events, but the actions of the characters within these events are purely fictitious. Where actual institutions are mentioned, their names are used purely to fit the plot. No real person, group of persons affiliated with these institutions or the institutions itself, have engaged, to the author’s knowledge, in the acts described in this work.

All characters in sexual situations, real or implied, are 18 or above. Any similarities between real persons and characters within this work are coincidental and unintended.

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Acknowledgements:

I am much indebted to kenjisato for the thorough editing of the text (multiple times) and making this story much more readable and enjoyable than I could master on my own. I take responsibility for any error that remains.

This work is dedicated to the memory of kenjisato’s mother, who passed away at the time Kenji was editing the work. May she rest in peace.

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Background:

This work takes place in South Africa in September in the early 2000s. The academic year starts January and ends December. Spring break is late September to early October.

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Local words:

Matric: Grade 12, or the final year in secondary school, equivalent to senior year in high school in the US, a year during which scholars turn 18 years old. Passing matric ‘with exemption’ is a legal requirement for studying at a South African university.

Rage: A short holiday following the final Matric examinations, where scholars celebrate their scholastic freedom. Without adult supervision, some matriculants indulge in alcohol and sex to celebrate their ‘freedom’ and entry into adulthood.

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Earlier in the series:

It is the University of Stellenbosch’s 2005 Spring Break, and Dirk and Steve had decided to visit Dirk’s home on a farm near Tzaneen, where Dirk’s young, widowed stepmother (Ingrid), and his sister Alta lived. Their holiday started when they hit the road on Saturday Morning, in Dirk’s red Citi Golf, to travel the 1,800 kilometers (1,200 mi) from Stellenbosch where the two study at university.

Chapter 1: With the radio broken, Steve initially hassled Dirk about his sexual encounters, or fantasies thereof, with his young, widowed stepmother – Ingrid. When Dirk denied all, they decided to tell each other about past sexual experiences to pass the almost-twenty hours they expected to be on the road, travelling over two days. Steve was first to tell about the multiple sex encounters he had with Juliette, a lactating young mother, during his Rage holiday.

Chapter 2: Dirk told of how he took the virginity of his best friend’s twin sister.

Chapter 3: Steve told of the recent sex he had with his sister’s friend, Sandra, on the theme of the role-playing video game ‘Final Fantasy’.

Chapter 4: While the pair overnight at Steve’s home; Steve’s mother, Laura, relives some erotic memories. Sandra and Steve, meanwhile, continue their Final Fantasy tryst.

Chapter 5: Back on the road after an intimate farewell, Dirk tells of his adventure with a girl, whose life he had saved after she was swept into the sea, and one of her friends.

Chapter 6: Steve tells of his group sex escapade during his Rage, having sex with three girls during a strip game, on a day that he hadn’t been with Juliette.

Chapter 7: Dirk tells how Steve’s sister, Sis, and her friend, Sandra, surprised him in his bed the previous night. See also Sandra’s Challenge and Sis’s Transformation for more of their adventures.

Chapter 8: The two horny friends, from all the sex talk in the car, arrived at Dirk’s home, where Dirk discovered that his stepmother had fantasies about him impregnating her.

Chapter 9: While Dirk had his way with his Ingrid, Steve got his chance to have sex with Alta.

Meet Wilma, Alta’s best friend, in this chapter. Alta was playing matchmaker between Wilma and her brother, Dirk and arranged for Wilma to sleep over. But another visitor showed up and spoiled the plans… Since the events of this chapter greatly overlap in time with the previous two chapters, there may be some duplication.

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Sunday afternoon: Tzaneen

Dirk was still horny from his interaction with his stepmother who was barely nine years older than him when he knocked on the door. The door, like on most farmsteads in the area, was wide open and he peeked inside.

He could hear footsteps, and soon Wilma’s divorced forty-something mother Sahabet emerged from the passageway to the bedrooms. She smiled at Dirk. “Hi Dirk, good to see you.” She shook her head with a sad expression. “Sorry about your father.” Then she looked over her shoulder towards the passageway and called into the house. “Wilma, Dirk is here!”

Dirk looked at the five-foot-six brunette MILF with her DD boobs. His dick stiffened when a vision of him sucking on her boobs flashed through his mind. She looked into his eyes with a hint of seduction. His gaze avoided her eyes and were drawn towards her cleavage, which was neatly displayed by her choker top. “Good day, Mrs. Rheeder, thank you. Good to see you, as well.”

Dirk was surprised at his erotic thoughts; it wasn’t unusual for Wilma’s mother, or any other woman of the area to be in this type of outfit with some variation. The warm, humid climate of Tzaneen demanded light, cool and open clothes. It could only be his recent success with older women. He smiled at the recollection of rubbing Steve’s mother’s studded nipple, when saying goodbye early that morning.

Mrs. Rheeder smiled knowingly when Dirk looked up, she loved the attention. (Her clothing choices leaned to the less conservative side of the norm.) As if to taunt Dirk, she inhaled deeply and leaned slightly forward and gave him a welcoming hug. This caused her breasts to push out into a quad boob before it squashed against his chest. His dick stiffened even more, especially when her crotch pushed against him.

He didn’t have time to process his thoughts. Wilma arrived with a backpack draped over her shoulder. He did manage though to swipe his hand, which was behind Mrs. Rheeder’s back during the hug, over her breast. He smiled that he got away with it, unlike his failed attempt to do the same with Steve’s mother, Laura.

The five-foot-four cinnamon-brunette wore cut-off jeans with a crop-top, which battled to keep her under-boob covered. Dirk’s dick grew even harder when Wilma, with her D-sized breasts, hugged him tightly and pressed her hips against his. There was no way that she could ignore the hard member in his pants. As they broke free, Wilma whispered in Dirk’s ear, “You surely loved what Mom did to you!” She turned around and gave her mother a goodbye hug before Dirk could react.

Wilma waited for her mother to disappear into the kitchen before she spoke, cupping the bulge in his pants. “I didn’t realize that you were into older women.”

Dirk blushed. “I’m not into cougars, it just happened.” His heart was beating excitedly, Wilma had never touched his privates before. To avoid any further discussion of his interest in Wilma’s mother, he continued. “We’ll have to get into town to get a few condoms.”

Wilma blushed. “I am on birth control.”

Dirk smiled shrewdly, it seemed as if sex with Wilma was on the cards. “No, it isn’t for you, it’s for Alta.” When Wilma’s eyes started to widen, he chuckled. “No, I’m not into my own sister, it’s for Steve, my varsity pal, he asked me to get some.”

Wilma recalled her challenge to Alta to experience Dirk’s pal’s dick and tried to recall where she would have stashed condoms. “I may have one or two in my room. Wait here, I may be able to save you the trip into town.” She dropped her backpack and disappeared into the passage. She, too, hoped to entice Steve’s dick enough to also pay her pussy a visit.

Wilma smiled widely at Dirk when she returned and handed him three wrappers. “It’s an odd collection.” After a short pause, she added, “And I’m not sleeping over tonight for your benefit.”

Dirk looked at the three condoms. There was a mint-flavored, ribbed variant, the second was a knobby, heavy-duty ‘Rough Rider’, and lastly, a blue ultra-thin ‘Feather-lite’ in bubblegum flavor. He smiled and picked Wilma’s backpack up and walked to his car. He opened the passenger door for her, and tossed the backpack onto the rear seat.

Dirk started the car and pulled away. “Why the peculiar collection of condoms?”

Wilma smiled. “They’re leftovers.” She sighed deeply, and blushed. “I lost my virginity with a ribbed one.”

Dirk wanted to satisfy his curiosity and glanced at her. “Was it with Ingrid’s baby brother, Wimpie?”

Wilma bit her lip before she responded. “Yes, I slept over in the guest room, and Ingrid had your bedroom prepared for Wimpie. It was easy for him to slip into the guest room without anyone else noticing. He used two. I found the last of the three-pack in its box on the floor the next morning, and hid it before Ingrid could find it.” The memory of the event made her horny, and she slipped her left hand onto her right breast, her fingers searching for her nipple.

Dirk placed his hand on her knee and gave it a squeeze before he looked at her. “When… If I may ask?”

Wilma placed Sahabet Giriş her hand on Dirk’s and cleared her throat. “During the school holidays a week after your father’s funeral. I slept over at your house to be there for Alta. Wimpie visited Ingrid on his way back to Nelspruit after his bi-weekly inspection of the Ellisras installations. His car wouldn’t start when he wanted to leave after supper and Ingrid then prepared your room for him.”

Dirk found the whole situation strange. “It just sounds too good to be true. He just happens to develop car problems on the night that you sleep over. And then he had condoms handy.”

Wilma smiled. “Alta admitted later that she had told him at your father’s funeral that I have a crush on him, and that I had turned eighteen. Oh, and she had slipped that I was still a virgin.”

Dirk nodded his head and managed to nudge his hand up Wilma’s thigh, in spite of her efforts to keep it in place. “Still, he must have known that you would be there. And it is easy to fake a broken car.”

Wilma chuckled. “He popped in earlier in the week, to see his sister on his way to Ellisras. I was there and he picked up that I’ll be staying over a few nights. I guess he put two and two together, and came prepared with condoms.” She took a deep breath. “He sat next to me during supper, and slipped his hand onto my thigh. I was flattered by the attention, and allowed him some liberties. I thought that it would be the extent of his attention, but he took it as consent to visit me during the night.”

Dirk took a deep breath before he continued, “Why the crush on him? I mean, he isn’t that tall, five-foot-seven, maybe five-eight. And slender without a lot of upper-body strength.” Dirk chuckled. “And his dick isn’t that impressive, I’m sure mine, even Steve’s would beat his.”

Wilma sighed. “I guess it is because of his age, he’s about five years my senior. You know, working, with free money.” Then she blushed, thinking of the nice sensations when he kissed her pussy. “I also thought his mustache was sexy, and I must admit that it added to the sensations when he kissed… you know… my boobs, and my… fanny.” She carefully avoided admitting that she enjoyed cunnilingus, and started to think about a bigger dick, like Steve’s, which would fill her pussy. “And for his small dick, I think it worked out well. It wasn’t that uncomfortable when I lost my virginity. We even had seconds that same night.”

Dirk inched his hand higher up Wilma’s thigh. “And the knobby one?”

Wilma bit her lip and took a deep breath, as to delay her answer. “I shouldn’t tell you this, but it will come out sooner or later. When I realized that Alta’s blabbermouth was instrumental in Wimpie popping my cherry, I’ve avowed revenge. I waited for her eighteenth, and then schemed that Wimpy pop her cherry as well. It helped that I confessed that I loved losing my virginity, and the sex afterwards. I coaxed her into wanting to lose her virginity, and she agreed to do it with Wimpie.

“Ingrid’s family came over for Alta’s eighteenth party on the Friday. Wimpie stayed over after the others had returned to Nelspruit – he had an engagement in Ellisras on the Monday.

“I also slept over, and, on the Saturday morning, the three of us visited that romantic clearing in the forest, you know, ‘The Archives’.

“He brought a six-pack, and he did me first while Alta was watching – to show her that it wasn’t that scary. We made a show of it, having a long foreplay. He later deflowered Alta while I held her hand and talked her through it.

“I visited him that night, where we used the third one. We visited ‘The Archives’ again Sunday after dinner. This time, Wimpie did Alta first, and took me afterwards. He gave the last one for Alta to keep as a memory, or to have it in her purse as ‘security’, but she was happy with the double experience she had and passed it on to me.” Wilma blushed. “She realized that I had more regular sex with Wimpie and could use the extra condom wisely. She also didn’t want to be a third wheel in my relationship with Wimpie, although I suspect that Wimpie would have loved to have another innings with Alta.”

Dirk decided to step off the topic, realizing that she had split on Alta. “And the bubblegum?”

Wilma chuckled. “It was a variety eight-pack, with various colors and flavors. It is a left-over from the second pack we used. Half was fruity, like a red for the strawberry, an orange one with an orange flavor, a yellow which tasted like banana and purple with grape flavor. The other half was vanilla, which was white, then a pink bubblegum, a brown chocolate and black cola. Wimpie thought the ultra-thin ones would feel like we’re doing it bareback. I guess now that I can go bareback, I’ll know if he was correct.”

She sighed contentedly and slipped Sahabet Yeni Giriş her fingers under her top. “I imagined that it was a Black guy who fucked me when Wimpie tried out the chocolate and cola condoms.”

Dirk watched the sun touching the western horizon and nudged his hand closer to her short’s seam. “Would you like to have sex with a Black guy?”

Wilma blushed. “I don’t know. I’m not planning to sleep around with lots of guys, I want to keep my body count low, you know. But I am fantasizing about it, though; I’ve heard that some of them have large dicks, the proverbial Big Black Cock. For now, the fantasy is enough, but who knows…”

Dirk squeezed her thigh. “You know that Alta wants to play matchmaker for the two of us. When she asked me to pick you up, I thought it was to partner us up while she entertains Steve – the two seemed eager, hence the request for the condoms. Now you signal that you’re off-limits, with comments like ‘not sleeping over for my benefit’ and ‘keeping your body count low’.”

Wilma blushed and took a deep breath. “I said that I was off-limits for ‘tonight’.” She paused for the message to sink in, before she continued, “I’m sleeping over two nights.” She sighed, as she squeezed Dirk’s hand. “Remember, good things come to those who wait…”

Dirk completed Abe Lincoln’s saying. “But only what’s left from those who hustle.” He smiled as all became clear when he turned into the tree-lane leading towards the farmstead and noticed a blue Toyota Corolla, Wimpie’s car. Wilma would be Wimpie’s tonight… He removed his hand from Wilma’s knee. “That explains it… I see your boyfriend came for a visit.”

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Wimpie was the first to leave the dinner table when Ingrid started to clean up. He had to leave early in the morning for his 330-kilometer (205 miles) trip to Ellisras. If he wanted to be in time for his meeting at nine, then he’d have to leave before five.

Various thoughts mulled through Wimpie’s head, as he waited in the moonlit room. He expected =Wilma to only show up when all was quiet in the house. He patted the bedside drawer, making sure the condom wrapper was within reach.

He hated the condom, and would have preferred to have unprotected sex, like with Amber, his neighbor’s wife back in Nelspruit. She had had a hysterectomy after the birth of her second child, almost four years ago.

Wimpie’s thought drifted back on how it all started. Jake’s job entailed weeklong trips to remote sites, and Amber’s car wouldn’t start one morning while Jake was out of town. She asked Wimpie for help, who was on his way to work. It took him some time to get her car going, making him late for work.

His parents were visiting Ingrid, who had lost her second baby early in her third trimester, to console her. To make up for Wimpie’s effort, Amber invited Wimpie over for supper.

Marushka, Amber’s four-year-old toddler was asleep when Wimpie arrived at half past seven. Roger, her nine-month-old baby, was sleeping in his stroller next to the table. Amber was clothed in a modest outfit. On top, she had a white, loose-fitting, buttoned blouse with black criss-crossing lines. Her above-knee-length skirt was in a pleated green. Her matching green high-heeled shoes were kicked off, next to Roger’s stroller.

Nothing would have happened, Wimpie was just thinking of leaving when Roger started to cry. He must have been hungry because Amber had unbuttoned her blouse even before she reached the stroller. Next, she slipped out her breast from under her bra for Roger to suckle on.

She covered her breast, onto which Roger had latched on, with a nappy, after she had sat down and Roger had started to suckle. Only then, did she look at Wimpie, who was staring wide-eyed at the movements under the nappy. Amber had blushed and explained that she had to get Roger quiet before Marushka woke up. She had apologized for the brief exposure before she peeked in under the nappy. When she looked up, she signaled for Wimpie to sit down.

Wimpie smiled, recalling how uncomfortable he was and decided to look at the ground. Roger started to complain after a while, which initiated movement from Amber. Wimpie only looked up when Roger gave a few contented grunts, as he latched onto Amber’s second tit.

His dick tucked as he recalled how mesmerized he was at what he saw. Amber was sitting wide-legged, probably to support Roger, and her skirt had raised up. He could see all the way up her legs, and couldn’t miss the wet gusset of her thong. To make matters worse for him, Amber’s free breast was on full display.

He was petrified, his whole body, except for his dick which started to grow until it was rock hard. He chuckled – a rock-hard dick would also qualify as ‘petrified’. Amber noticed neither Wimpie, nor her own condition, while she peered in under the nappy.

Wimpie recalled how captivated he was by every drop of breastmilk which formed on Amber’s nipple, before seeping down her breast from where it dripped onto her skirt. How he wondered how it would taste, and the sweetness thereof when he finally tasted it.