Spring Break Ch. 11: Monday – Archives
Alta, Wilma and Steve enjoyed each other in a romantic hidden cave.
Category: Group sex
Tags: Anal; Best friends; Condom; Creampie; Cunnilingus; Fellatio; Friend’s sister; Female Ejaculate; Skinny dip
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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. 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. – Update as appropriate
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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.
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Local words:
Kraal: Small enclosure for livestock, often in close proximity of the homestead.
‘Maties’ is a pseudonym for the University of Stellenbosch.
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.
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.
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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 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 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, 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 the duo’s adventures.
Chapter 8: The two friends, horny from all the sex talk in the car, arrived at Dirk’s home, where Dirk discovered that Ingrid, 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 her boyfriend, Wimpie, arrived unannounced and Wilma spent the night with him.
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Monday, mid-morning: Tzaneen
Ingrid woke up, startled, from her restless sleep from the knock on her bedroom door. Soft, early dawn, light filtered through the bedroom window, supplemented by stray light from the nearby kitchen, which spilled in through the small opening of the bedroom door.
“Hi sis, I’m leaving for Ellisras.” It was Wimpie, Ingrid’s younger brother.
Ingrid blinked, as more light spilled in through the door as Wimpie opened it wider to peek in; she could barely make Wimpie out in the low light. “Bye, and drive safely.”
“And thank you clearing the guest room for me.” Wimpie waved into the room before retreating into the passage again.
Ingrid was glad that Wimpie didn’t turn the light on, she wasn’t sure how presentable she was following her having had sex with Dirk during the night. She sighed, relieved that Dirk had already left for his bedroom; otherwise, Wimpie might have noticed his presence in her bed. “For future reference, it isn’t a good idea to come unannounced.” She decided against bahis sitesi pushing the issue any further, it wasn’t normal for Dirk to bring a varsity friend to stay over during breaks.
She could hear Wilma’s whispering voice, but couldn’t make out what it was about, due to the splatter of water that started in the bathroom her two stepchildren shared. She guessed that it was Dirk showering, as he had an early appointment with Paul, the farm manager, and she hadn’t heard any movement from Alta’s room yet.
Ingrid decided that it was a good time to get started herself when she heard the back door closing, as she had quite a number of chores to do. She got up and chuckled when she noticed the soiled sheet and duvet on the bed, the trickle of cum seeping down her inner thigh confirmed the reason.
She took a pee and smirked, as she noticed her soiled maroon camisole, which she had on when Dirk flooded her pussy the first time, hanging over the rim of her laundry basket. Her pussy had overflowed and she had cleaned the spunk off the bed sheets with the cami.
She pulled the nightshirt, which she had put on after she showered, over her head and tossed it towards the laundry basket. It also ended up hanging over the edge and she couldn’t miss that it, too, had copious dried-out stains where semen from Dirk’s third load leaked out of her while she slept.
Ingrid shivered when a large bead of cum slipped from her throbbing pussy and slid down her inner thigh. She took some toilet paper and cleaned the bead and the trail it had left, hoping that the flow would stop soon.
She wiped the pee remnants and went to the shower to get the water going and gasped, when she noticed a sizeable blob of semen in the corner. She guessed that it dropped out of her pussy when Dirk pulled his dick out after offloading his second load of baby batter into her, and that it hadn’t washed away.
She guided water onto the blob and rubbed it with her foot, while she tried to douche her pussy to wash out Dirks cum.
Ingrid couldn’t miss the silence which lingered in the house when she got out of the shower. She toweled her body and opted for tight-fitting boy shorts to avoid accidental spillage, in case some of Dirk’s spunk was still inside her. She added a sanitary pad to prevent any leakage from making wet spots on her clothes. Then she picked below-the-knee-length denim culottes and a white, sleeveless, Henley top which left a sliver of tummy bare; white T-strap sandals rounded off her outfit.
She was just ready to gather the soiled bedding and bundled it into the laundry basket, along with her soiled sleepwear when she heard Dirk and Wilma talking in the kitchen. Fearing that one of them would pop into the laundry area, and then see the soiled linen, while she loaded it into the washing machine, Ingrid convinced herself to delay her plans. Dirk would soon leave with Paul, and Wilma would then, hopefully, return to the guest room until Steve and Alta surfaced.
Ingrid looked at herself in the mirror, which confirmed the tight fit of her blouse. She left the top three buttons of her blouse open for a more relaxed fit, but it showed a tad more of her cleavage than what she was comfortable with, considering that there was a horny male visitor in the house who openly tried to ogle her breasts. She contemplated selecting a different top, but discarded the idea and added a short-sleeve, open grey see-through blouse, which could be folded over her cleavage.
Dirk’s conversation with Paul drifted through her bedroom walls, and went quiet. Shortly thereafter, a light knock on Alta’s bedroom door, followed by a soft whisper, reached Ingrid’s ears. The door’s lock latched closed and then all went silent.
Ingrid peeked out of her door and sighed, relieved, that the passage was clear. She gathered the washing and started to load the washing machine with the soiled bedding and her sleepwear.
She heard Alta’s bedroom door handle and looked out of the scullery, from where a small part of the passage was visible. She caught a brief glimpse of Steve as he slipped out of Alta’s bedroom before he darted down the passage, confirming that he had spent at least part of the night with Alta. It also alluded to the sexual nature of the roar and moans which had penetrated into the main bedroom from Alta’s bedroom during the night through the wall separating the two bedrooms. Steve was barely out of sight, when the door’s latch clicked close. She made a mental note to get Alta onto birth control.
Ingrid’s attention returned to the washing machine. She measured out the soap and softener and started the washing cycle. Water started to fill the machine and Ingrid returned to the kitchen, dünyanın en iyi bahis siteleri where she got the percolator going.
Getting the messed-up bedding and sleepwear, with the spills from her sex with Dirk in the washing machine, before anyone else discovered it, was a priority. She shivered at the thought of Alta discovering the mess and was glad that she could get the load going without any witnesses.
When the percolator was done, she poured herself a mug and added milk. Splatter from the shower from the children’s shared bathroom signaled that Steve was getting ready for the day. Ingrid figured that Steve paid a short visit to Dirk’s bedroom, where he was supposed to sleep, before he went to the bathroom. He probably collected his toiletries.
After the second sip of coffee, Ingrid headed outdoors to water the groundcovers she had planted the day before.
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Dirk turned his horse, from the network of tracks, when he reached the top of the ridge to enjoy the vistas of the valley down below. He absorbed the changing colors of the landscape, waiting for the sun’s edge to break through the horizon.
A feeling of loss crept into his heart, it was his father’s favorite spot to watch the sunrise; the two of them had waited here from the time he could ride a Shetland pony – Dirk was barely four years old. He recalled the last time his father and he viewed the sunrise from that same spot some six months ago and almost two weeks before his father’s unfortunate death.
Paul noticed the nostalgic look in Dirk’s eyes as he pulled his horse in next to Dirk, just when the sun’s edge started to peek over the horizon. He realized that Dirk experienced intense emotions; he, too, enjoyed many a sunrise with Rudy from this spot. Dirk had led the way to this spot, after avoiding witnessing the sunrise from this spot when they did their rounds of the farm during the winter break. It was the first time, after his father’s passing, that Dirk had visited the spot, let alone experienced the sunrise from this spot.
Paul’s voice was soft. “This is where it happened?” He had difficulty to talk of Rudy’s death directly. “He got off his horse and walked to that bush over there to pee when he startled the snake?” Paul pointed towards the bush where it had happened.
Dirk nodded his head and a tear rolled down his cheek. His shoulders shook and a sob escaped Dirk’s mouth. Paul decided to give Dirk the space he needed and leaned over to give Dirk’s hand a comforting squeeze before he gently nudged his horse on his way further along the cattle path.
Dirk appreciated Paul’s silent withdrawal, and picked another tear from his eye, while speaking to his father in his mind. ‘I miss you; you would have loved the view today.’ He watched until the sun was well clear of the horizon. ‘I’ll take good care of the farm.’
He turned his horse in the direction in which Paul had gone, Paul was already over five hundred meters (550 yd) away. The vibrant energy of the young horse under him, tempted him to give the horse free rein to run towards Paul. The horse enjoyed the opportunity to run freely for a while, and closed the distance much too soon.
Dirk reined in the horse as he got close to Paul and fell in next to Paul. He noticed the somber expression on Paul’s face. “Everything okay?”
Paul looked at Dirk, the glimmer in his eyes telling of recent tears. “I couldn’t help to feel for your loss. You know, I almost see you and Alta as my own grandchildren. You grew up literally before my eyes. I may even have a stronger bond with you two, than with my own grandchildren.
“Your emotions back there triggered memories of the wonderful times I had shared with my own father.” He pointed at a faraway ridge. “That spot, over there was his favorite spot to enjoy a sunrise. I inherited the farm when he died, I was still young, like you, barely into my twenties. I was determined to make it, but needed guidance. But my grandfather was already in his mid-to-late seventies; he tried to guide me and help me, but he lacked the energy. Luckily, it was one of the most prosperous farms at the time and it afforded me the chance to find my feet.” He took a deep breath and sighed. “But, just as I started to find my feet and cope… I lost it…”
Paul nudged his horse back onto the tracks and Dirk, sensing that Paul wasn’t ready to continue, waited a minute before he followed.
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*Tock… Tock* “Can I come in? Is it safe?” It was Wilma’s voice from outside Dirk’s bedroom door.
Steve chuckled as he got up from the bed and walked towards the door. He was clothed in navy knee-length cargo pants and a yellow body-hugging wifebeater shirt. With kaçak siteleri a flair, he opened the door. “By all means. Come in, it’s safe!”
Wilma smiled sweetly at him, while she looked up and down his body. She didn’t miss the bulge in his groin, in spite of the loose-fitting cargo pants and almost gasped. If things worked out as planned, Steve’s dick would only be the second, after Wimpie’s, to get into her pussy, and she got Alta’s assurance that Steve’s dick outclassed Wimpie’s in length and girth by a fair margin.
Steve, too, was checking Wilma out as she walked into the room. She was wearing bright pink cut-off shorts and a deep grey tube-top. It was clear that Wilma wasn’t wearing a bra. He sat on the bed and looked at Wilma. “My mind is split between these flip-flops and those slip-on shoes?”
Wilma chuckled. “The Archives is some distance away, and there is a lot of loose gravel along the way. If you don’t mind removing the odd pebble from your flip-flops, then those should work fine.”
Steve slipped his feet into the flip-flops and looked at Wilma. “Is he gone?”
Wilma looked perplexed at Steve before she realized that he was referring to Wimpie. “Yeah, remember I checked in with you and Alta after he left almost an hour ago. And Dirk and Paul had started their rounds even before the sun was up.”
Steve looked at her. “Then I’m the only cock among the hens in the house.”
Wilma chuckled. “Speaking of hens, when I popped into Alta’s bedroom while you showered, she said she’s a bit worn out after you had her three times last night.”
Steve looked concerned at Wilma. “How is she doing?”
Wilma smiled at Steve. “She’s tender between her legs, but she reckons that she’ll make it through the day. And since you’re out of condoms, she has the whole day to recover.”
Steve smiled and picked a condom up from his Dopp kit and waved it in front of Wilma’s eyes. “Dirk must have found one of his unused ones.”
Wilma recognized the packaging of the mint-flavored, ribbed condom which she had handed to Dirk the day before, and frowned. “How many condoms did Dirk give you?”
Steve looked at Wilma and slipped the condom into his cargo pants’ side pocket. “He gave me two, why?”
Wilma raised her eyebrows. “You had sex three times. Did you go bareback the third time?”
Steve chuckled. “No, I used the second condom twice. I didn’t remove it after the first round, and it retained a tight fit.” Steve realized that he needed to elaborate. “It was the ‘Rough Rider’ and the tight fit helped to keep my erection going, so I could use it a second time.”
Wilma’s frown returned. “That’s strange, I gave him three yesterday…” Then she connected the dots, Dirk reserved one for his own use. There was only one woman in the house with whom Dirk could have planned to use it during the night, Ingrid!
It was Steve’s turn to frown after Wilma’s abrupt silence. Then he, too, connected the dots and smiled. He couldn’t tell whether Dirk tried his luck with Ingrid, or even succeeded. What he was sure about was that Dirk planned to have sex with Ingrid.
Wilma decided to change the subject. “Can I help you to move back to the guest room?”
Steve looked around to locate his loose stuff in Dirk’s bedroom. He bundled the clothes that he wore the day before in his hands. “Where can I put these so it can get washed?”
Wilma took the clothes from Steve. “I’ll put it in the laundry basket.”
Steve held his Speedos up. “Should I take this along to ‘The Archives’?”
Wilma shook her head and smiled. “No, the tradition is to skinny-dip.”
Steve placed the Speedos in his suitcase and zipped it closed. Next, he slipped his slip-on shoes in his daypack and closed it up. He stood up and picked up the suitcase and daypack and headed out of the room. “I’m good to go.”
Wilma headed to the bathroom and dropped the dirty clothes in the laundry basket. Steve’s boxers ended up on top. Tempted, she reached for it, picked it up and pressed it onto her nose. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, taking in Steve’s masculine, sweaty scent. She had to steady herself when her legs grew weak.
After a second, deep breath, she had a good look at it. Blobbed stains, with dried-out flakes, marked the spots where his dick had leaked semen. She put the largest stain to her nose and took another deep breath, savoring Steve’s masculine scent, before licking a flake onto her tongue.
Careful not to attract attention to her long absence, she returned the boxers to the basket and went to the bedroom.
Steve heard the movement and looked towards the door. He waited for Wilma to appear before he waved the black wrapper of a cola-scented ‘Feather-Lite’ condom at her. “Look what I’ve found! It was lying here on the bedside table.”
Wilma chuckled and playfully, almost daringly, took the condom out of Steve’s grip. “It’s Wimpie’s, he wanted to use it last night.” After a dramatic pause, she continued, “I stopped him because I’m on birth control.”
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