Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Spring Break Ch. 13: Tuesday Morning

Steve tried his luck with Ingrid with everyone else gone

Category: Anal

Tags: Anal; Fertile sex; Friend’s mother; MILF; Masturbation; Orgasm; Panty sniffing; Pregnant; Vibrator

****

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction. The work may draw on actual historic 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.

****

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.

****

Local words:

Matric: Final year of secondary school, equivalent to Grade 12 or Senior Year.

Rage: A short holiday, typically taken in small groups of friends, after completing their matric exams to celebrate their scholastic freedom. Without adult supervision, several young adults indulge in sex and alcohol abuse during this break.

****

Earlier in the series:

Dirk and Steve had decided to visit Dirk’s home on a farm near Tzaneen, where Dirk’s young widowed step-mother (Ingrid), and his sister Alta lived. Their holiday started when they hit the road, in Dirk’s red Citi Golf, to travel the 1,800 kilometers (1200 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 step-mother, 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 sex he had with Juliette, a lactating young mother, during his Matric 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 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 with Laura, Dirk tells of his adventure with a girl, whose life he had saved after she was swept into the sea.

Chapter 6: Steve tells of his group sex escapade during his Rage, having sex with three girls during a strip game.

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 Sandra and Sis’s 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 step-mother had fantasies about him impregnating her.

Chapter 9: Steve got his chances to have sex with Alta, and get even with Dirk for having his way with Sis.

Chapter 10: Alta tried to match Dirk up with her best friend – Wilma. But Wilma’s boyfriend, Wimpie, arrived unannounced and Wilma spent the night with him.

Chapter 11: While Dirk doing his rounds on the farm, Alta took Steve and Wilma to ‘The Archives’, an idyllic cave, obscured from view by a waterfall’s curtain, with a romantic history. The waterfall feeds a mountain pool, next to a clearing in the mountain forest on the farm. The trio’s erotic trysts ended with a spasm of Steve’s back.

Chapter 12: Wilma honored her dare with Alta and enjoyed a passionate night with Dirk.

NOTE: A short abstract (82 words) from ‘Passion’ a 2005 novel (with erotic undertones) by Lisa Valdez is made in this work. The relevant text is in Italics print. Chapter 8 and Chapter 9 contain paraphrasings from the same novel.

****

Dirk, still naked, as he had spent the night, picked clothes from his drawers, suitable for going into the field to finish off his inspections of the farm. His dick still at half-mast after he refilled the cinnamon brunette’s pussy minutes ago. A rustle on his bed interrupted his search. As he looked towards the sound, he saw Wilma, her shoulder-length hair ruffled, and her nipples standing proud on bağcılar escort her D-sized breasts. She was getting out of his bed, stark naked.

He raised an eyebrow. “I thought you said you needed sleep?”

Wilma smiled. “I’ve got to pee. Besides, I need to clean up. It is not easy to sleep if cum keeps on oozing out of me.” She picked her gown up from the floor, flashing her pussy at Dirk, glimmering from their spread-out sex juices, when she bent over. A blob of semen escaped her pussy and slipped down her thigh, until Wilma scooped it onto a finger and sucked her finger suggestively. When done, she smeared the trickle of their sex juices over her inner thigh, preventing these to drip onto the floor.

Dirk’s dick stiffened in response. He knew he should ignore Wilma, but the opportunity was too tempting to resist. He slid a finger into her pussy to gather jizz, and helped her upright while pinching her nipple with his lubricated finger. His dick pushed against her buttocks.

Wilma purred and turned around and pecked a kiss. “You said Paul would be here soon.” She stood back, stepped into her panties to prevent the flow from seeping down her thigh. Next, she pulled her gown over her shoulders and slipped into the passage, heading towards the bathroom.

Dirk wiped the last jizz from his finger onto his hairy chest and continued his search for the day’s attire. When he was satisfied that he had his entire outfit, down to his boots, he took his Dopp kit and peeked into the passage. All was quiet, except for the sounds coming from the bathroom, where Wilma tried to clean herself. He dashed towards the slice of light, spilling out of the bathroom into the dark passage, confident that he would cover the distance unnoticed.

Wilma noticed his swinging dick when he entered the bathroom and smiled. “Aren’t you afraid someone may see you running naked through the house?” Her knees were bent and spread out whilst trying to scoop their juices out of her vagina with two of her fingers.

Dirk shook his head. “Nah, they are all asleep. If you are so concerned about me, then you should close the bathroom door properly.”

Wilma blushed as she rinsed her fingers under the running water in the basin. She slipped her fingers into her vagina to work more cum out, before rinsing it off in the basin. “You filled me up properly, didn’t you?”

Dirk quietly closed the bathroom door and stepped in behind Wilma. His six-foot-four body towered over her five-foot-four physique. He wrapped his arms around her torso and started to work her nipples, his stiffening dick pressed against her gown.

After a few more scoops, Wilma was satisfied that she had removed the bulk of Dirk’s load from her pussy. She gathered toilet paper from the roll to wipe the last remnants from her pussy before she took a face cloth, wet it under the water and wiped her pussy clean. When done, she cleaned her thighs and breasts with the face cloth before tucking her gown’s sides closed and tying the waistband.

Dirk, without further distraction, opened the warm water tap in the shower. While waiting for the water from the geyser to flow through the pipes, he filled the basin and applied shaving foam onto his face.

Wilma slipped in behind Dirk while he shaved. She wrapped her arms around his waist and took hold of his dick, which immediately tucked in her hand. She leaned forward, and whispered into his ear, “Thanks for last night.” She kissed him on the neck, and continued, “I’m going home today, so don’t expect a visit tonight.” She gave his dick a few pumps before turning around to return to Dirk’s bedroom.

Ingrid woke up from the sound of splattering water in the communal bathroom which Alta and Dirk normally shared. Recalling how Dirk had fucked her from behind two nights ago in the shower, her right hand involuntarily slipped into her briefs and onto her nether lips. She was glad that Wilma had spent the night with Dirk, unsure if she would have had the courage to reject his advances.

Ingrid gasped when her finger slid over her clit and into her folds, surprised at how wet she was – evidence of the nature of the dreams she had during the night, which left a fading ember of sexual lust in her. She tried to reconstruct the dreams from the misty recollections, but only recalled the wonderful sex while her partner, probably Dirk, and the location remained shrouded in mystery.

The vision of two nights ago, when Dirk joined her in her shower after their first round of making love, surprised her. The continued splatter of water from the shower reignited the fading ember of lust, and she knew bahçelievler escort she had to quench it if she wanted to remain strong in rejecting any advances made by the two young men in the house.

She knew her night with her stepson was an error, an act done in weakness after she had been celibate for six months after Rudy, her deceased husband, had died unexpectedly. She was determined to refrain from intercourse, and to be careful not to entice the two young men during their weeklong visit with neither her behavior nor her clothing. She was also determined to minimize interaction with the young men.

In an attempt to smother the ember with other thoughts, she envisioned her tasks for the day, but the continued splatter of water, and the recollections it invoked, had the opposite effect – it added tinder to the ember.

Accepting defeat, she tried a different approach, stoking the ember into a fire, and let it burn out before leaving her bedroom. She reached for the vibrator in the bedside drawer and rubbed the tip over her clit and switched it on. She pulled with her left hand onto her mons to pull back her clit hood and shivered as the vibrator’s tip vibrated over her glans.

Although pleasurable, it wasn’t what Ingrid wanted and she slid the vibrator into her vagina, hoping to get the fire going that way. She turned up the intensity of the vibrations, but soon sighed, disappointed, as the ember didn’t react to her ministrations. After the thrill of having Dirk inside her, the vibrator seemed small, and its effect, uninspiring. She switched the vibrator off and returned it to its charging station in the bedside drawer.

Ingrid’s desire to remain chaste, stemmed from her desire to meet someone whom she could marry and have children with. And her efforts to behave with dignity in the community, after being called a whore by getting pregnant by a cheating Rudy, seemed to pay off. One of Alta’s teachers expressed interest in dating her. She reprimanded herself in her lapse in self-control; she had to do better if she wanted to avoid such libidinous thoughts.

She shook her head as to expel the thoughts of having sex, she wanted to avoid accidental sexual encounters. Thoughts on how to take care of the smoldering ember swirled through her mind, while she unintentionally kept it alive by rubbing her clit.

Ingrid decided to go to the kitchen and get stuff ready for Dirk. It would distract her from the randy thoughts which kept on swirling through her mind, and, hopefully, deprive the ember from of oxygen. She got up and took a pee, slipping her briefs off her legs and glanced at the soaked gusset. A quick calendar check in her head, confirmed the increase in cervical mucus from the day or two before, was a sign that she had entered her fertile period. She tossed her briefs towards the washing basket, where they draped over the edge.

When done, she wiped her vulva and let the night shirt slip over her hips, covering her hips and upper thighs. She washed her hands and looked at herself in the mirror. The nightshirt’s neck wasn’t so deep that a hint of her boobs showed. She smiled, it would be ‘safe’ to roam in the house as her attire wasn’t revealing at all. Besides, she planned to be back in her bedroom before Dirk’s arrival in the kitchen.

After she got the percolator going and set the stuff for Dirk’s breakfast and coffee on the breakfast nook, she looked towards the scullery – she recalled that something bothered her when she filled the percolator with water. She smiled as she noticed the glass someone used during the night to drink water standing precariously on the edge of the sink’s drying area. She couldn’t understand why it bothered her as she would normally ignore it. It might be the thought that the glass may fall into the sink and break.

The splatter stopped as Ingrid walked back into the scullery and placed the glass in the sink. She was about to leave the kitchen, when realizing that the glass may break, or it may break something else, if it toppled over when the sink was filled with water. She returned to the sink to flip the glass onto its side inside the sink. She normally would have done it before filling the sink in any case.

Meanwhile, Dirk toweled his body and put on his clothes. He collected his toiletries and returned it to the Dopp kit. When dropping his stuff off in his bedroom, he looked at Wilma, then tucked in under the duvet on his bed. “Sweet dreams.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek and saw how the smile on Wilma’s face grew. He decided to make a detour past the guest room where Steve was sleeping to check up on şirinevler escort his varsity pal on his way to the kitchen.

Steve’s back had acted up when he had had anal sex with Wilma, the previous day in ‘The Archives’. Steve had a good dose of pain killer and muscle relaxant to manage his back and pain, and was knocked out, even before he had his evening meal.

Dirk knocked on the door and opened it when he heard nothing. “Steve… Hey, how are you?” The heavy scent of the muscle relaxant was still hanging in the room.

Steve’s even breathing was the only response. Dirk decided to let his pal rest and went to the kitchen to have coffee and breakfast before Paul, the farm manager, came over to start the inspections.

Ingrid was still faffing around in the kitchen when Dirk entered. She looked surprised at him, and gestured towards the stuff which she had prepared for him. “I woke up early and thought I’d get your stuff ready.” She walked towards the percolator. “The coffee is ready, I’ll pour you some.”

Dirk was still shaking Rice Krispies into his bowl when Ingrid slid in next to him to place a mug with coffee from the percolator on the breakfast nook’s countertop. He slipped his hand around Ingrid’s waist and pulled her into him. “Thank you, you are spoiling me.”

Ingrid looked up at Dirk and, her heart racing, smiled sweetly. “It is the least I can do.”

Dirk looked at Ingrid, and in the spur of the moment, lowered his lips onto hers. When she didn’t resist, he slithered his tongue onto her lips.

Ingrid froze momentarily before she opened her lips and started to play with Dirk’s tongue with hers. She purred contentedly as Dirk’s hand cupped her breast and his fingers gripped her nipple through the thin material of her nightshirt. His other hand slid down her back onto her globes, where he sensed that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Trying to stand strong, Ingrid broke the kiss and firmly removed Dirk’s hand from her breast. “No, we can’t.”

But Ingrid’s eyes sent out a different message, with the ember rekindled, her eyes asked for more. She didn’t move away from Dirk, as she knew she should, enjoying the feeling of Dirk’s growing erection pressing against her.

Dirk lowered his lips onto Ingrid’s again, slipping his hand in through her arm opening to grip her hard nipple directly with his fingers. His other hand worked her shirt up until her buttocks were bare. He felt how Ingrid momentarily relaxed, how she softly mewled while her tongue wrestled with his. His finger probed for her vaginal opening and soon found the wet entrance and slid inside.

Ingrid stiffened momentarily, and then broke free, slipping out of Dirk’s hold. “No, we can’t. I’m serious.” She looked into Dirk’s eyes. “This is wrong, get yourself a girlfriend your own age and stay true to her. I want to love again, and I don’t want you to spoil it for me.” She turned around to escape to her bedroom.

Dirk got hold of her shoulder and held her back. “I’m good, but beware of Steve. He may not stop once he gets going.”

Ingrid looked into Dirk’s eyes. “I’ll try.”

“You should do better than ‘try’. You are on his bucket list!” Dirk let go of Ingrid’s shoulder.

Ingrid rushed to her bedroom to avoid the situation, slamming the door closed behind her. She fell down on her bed, her tense body shaking, with the ember ready to burst into flames, she ached for a release.

It took effort to reach for her drawer to retrieve her vibrator. Dirk’s attention may just be what the doctor ordered to work down her horny state. And she needed to work it off before Steve woke up.

She was in the throes of her orgasm when Caesar, Dirk’s German shepherd started to bark excitedly to announce the arrival of Paul, the farm manager.

She worked out the last of her orgasm, making sure the ember was properly spent, before she returned the vibrator to its charging station. Spent, but ready to face the day, she got up to start her ablutions. She grimaced as she thought of her interaction with Dirk, but it left her proud that she could withstand Dirk’s advances. She felt confident that she could handle Steve’s advances, especially if she minimized interaction with him.

Ingrid was still in the shower when the phone rang. She hastily donned her nightgown over her wet body and rushed to answer the phone. It was Sharon, one of Alta’s classmates, who wanted to talk to Alta.

Ingrid knocked on Alta’s bedroom door and peered inside when she heard a grumble. “Sharon is on the phone, she wants to talk to you.” She waited until Alta picked up the secondary phone in the passage before retreating to her bedroom to return the primary phone’s handset to its base.

She was still drying her hair when Alta knocked and peeped into her room. “Sharon invited me and Wilma for her birthday, Mrs. Reader already gave the green light for Wilma to go. Can I go?” She paused momentarily before she continued. “Before the break, Sharon warned me that she planned something for her birthday.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32