7 comments/ 150838 views/ 27 favorites Olivia: The Tutor By: caprine DISCLAIMERS: This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. It is a fantasy and as such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. But isn't that the whole point of fantasies? With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I don't practice nor do I condone any of the sexual behavior about which I write, other than straight, heterosexual relationships. Other than the fact that most other forms of sexual behavior are illegal, I still don't judge others for their sexual preferences except where such behavior is hurtful/harmful to others, such as pedophilia. None-the-less, many people have FANTASIES of such taboo laden behavior to achieve sexual gratification or whatever, but have no intentions whatsoever of carrying out such behavior in actual practice. That said, if I have struck a particular fantasy of yours, read and enjoy. ************ "John, what do you think?" "Think about what, Mary?" "Think about getting a tutor for Sam this year?" There was a pregnant pause. "What the hell? Why does he suddenly need a tutor? He's senior, or will be in one more week and a straight 'A' student to boot." "Yes, I know that's all true. But I was thinking more in terms of non academic tutoring." "Just what do you mean, 'non academic' tutoring?" "Well, Sam is somewhat lacking in socialization skills." "Come on, Mary, spit it out. Quit beating about the bush." "Ok, here it is. Sam is quite competent, confident and outgoing in everything except where relationships with the female sex are concerned. He's very rarely dated his first three years in high school. He's extremely shy around girls, particularly in one-on-one situations. I thought we might get a tutor on the pretense of helping him study for college entrance exams. But the real intent would be to have this 'older female' tutor improve his interactive skills and confidence with the opposite sex." Another lengthy pause ensued. "John, say something." "In other words, Mary, you want to hire an older woman to initiate Sam into the world of sex." "That would be icing on the cake. I would hope she could do exactly what I said--help Sam develop the ability to deal with females on a level of confidence and expertise that he does with everything else in his life. Sexual interaction is one aspect of the total interaction. Sam just doesn't have the self image and confidence to deal with that aspect. He needs to acquire that confidence." "There was a time, Mary, when a father or big brother took a young man to a favored brothel for that kind of introduction to sex." "This way is more subtle, John." "Do we tell Sam why we are really getting him a tutor?" "Good heavens, of course not. We only tell him that we're getting a tutor for helping him to get through college entrance exams." "What do we tell the tutor?" "I'll indicate, one way or the other, what my true intentions are. In other words, I'll strongly hint that any leaning toward sexual relationship abilities is desirable." "You'll indicate; meaning I won't be part of the interview process." "That's correct. I think, female to female, I can get my true intentions across more easily if you aren't present at the interview." "Oh, yes. What about pay?" "We're well enough off that we can make an offer that would be difficult to refuse, especially to a college freshman or sophomore girl working her way through college. A sophomore or possibly a junior girl would be the ideal age difference I had in mind. And, there's one other factor." "What's that, Mary?" "Sam's not an unattractive boy. In fact, he's quite a 'hunk' in the going slang. Girls have crushed on him all through high school but he just ignored them primarily because of his lack of confidence but also because of other and higher priorities." "Well, it's your ball game, Mary, I have no objections. In fact, if anything, I'm envious as hell of Sam's looming experience." THE NEXT MORNING-SATURDAY "Sam, it's time to get up and come downstairs. Lunch is nearly ready and you need to get out of bed." "Umph." Ten minutes elapsed with no sound upstairs from Sam. "Nikki, I guess you'd better go up there and splash cold water on your brother or something--just get him up." "Ok, Mom." Nikki trotted up the stairs. In a matter of moments, a loud screech emanated from above. "IIIIIEEEE!" "Nikki, what's going on? What was that scream?" "I just did what you told me to do --I dumped a glass of cold water on Sam's face. He's awake now." "Well, both of you get down here, I'm taking up lunch now." A brief conversation drifted down the stairs. "Jeeze, Nik, did you have to do the water thing? I'll get you for that one." "Promises, promises. Now move or I'll give you another." "Well, get out of my room so I can get up and dress." "What, afraid I'll see something?" "Quite possibly since I sleep naked." "OOH, do I have to leave." "Yes, now git if you want me to get outta this bed." "I'm going, I'm going--damn it." "Watch your language, Nik." "Brrrapppp." "And I don't need your raspberries either." Nikki came down first. A few minutes later, a very ruffled Sam followed into the kitchen. "Mom, why can't I enjoy my last weekend. Senior year starts Monday morning and I just want to laze away this last free weekend." "Because your father and I have something to discuss with you over lunch before he goes off to the golf course." "A family conference? Now what'd I do?" "You didn't do anything. Let's eat first and then talk. I don't want this hot lunch to get cold." Our lunch of tomato soup, grilled cheese, milk, and coffee went quickly with only mundane and sporadic conversation. Nikki cleared the table. "That was a great lunch, Mom. What's the big deal now?" "Your father and I want to hire a tutor for you during the school year." "What? Did I hear you correctly? A tutor? What the heck for? I can't get much higher grades than I'm already getting. I've a 4.914 average out of 5 as it is. No thanks." "Nik, quit the giggling or I'll..." "You'll what, big brother by two minutes? Come after me? More promises, promises." Ignoring Nikki's comments, I went on with Sam. "Your father and I are serious, Sam. We'd like this tutor to help make sure you score as high as possible on college entrance exams and scholarship applications." "All well and good, but I still don't need a tutor. I think I can handle those as well as I have my high school academic career so far. Again, no thanks." "Sam, this one time of very few, your father and I must insist on this tutor." "Aw, Mom, I'm eighteen. I can make that kind of decision for myself." "True, but as I said, this time, we insist. We will be hiring a tutor for you." "Jeeze, just what I need, more weight around my neck." THE INTERVIEW "Well, it's been two weeks, Mary. How're the interviews going?" "Number ten is due in an hour. God, I didn't think it'd be this difficult what with the salary we're offering." "So what's been the holdup, dear?" "In short, Sex." "How so?" "Any mention of the sex angle and, so far, all the girls have backed out right then and there either politely or bluntly. Most already have a committed relationship and are unwilling to take on anything that would threaten that. A few of the others were far too sexually inexperienced for my taste." "So?" "So, I can't give up. After Sam's reaction to our plan, I can't just cave in with the excuse I couldn't find anybody to do the job." "Well, good luck, dear." When the doorbell rang, I was nervous, but ready. I opened the door to an astounding sight. There stood a very pretty redheaded female with green eyes and a beautific smile that showed off her sparkling white teeth to perfection. In flats, she was shorter than my five foot ten by a couple of inches. The young woman was dressed in a shirtwaist dress that ended a bit above her knees. Her bosom, while not monstrous, would turn any male head within one-hundred yards. The rest of her body looked even better, perfectly proportioned. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. Then she spoke. "Hi. My name's Olivia and I've come in response to the job advertisement you ran in the papers. May I come inside?" Her solid English accent hooked me right then and there. I just hoped she could meet the rest of the requirements. "Yes, please come in. We'll sit in the library through that door. Would you like some tea, Olivia?" "Oh yes, that would be just great." Nikki brewed some tea for us while I began the interview. I didn't tell Nikki to leave, but I hoped she would. She did go upstairs after bringing the tea, but I've an idea she eavesdropped on the entire conversation. "Now, Olivia, tell me about yourself, please." "I'm English, but I guess you can tell that. I'm here in the States for my junior year at State University as a one year scholarship student from Oxford. I'll be returning to England in June of next year. I'll be twenty-one in December." "What are you studying, Olivia?" "I'm collecting first hand information for my third year dissertation on cross cultural differences and their effect on English immigrants to America in the period 1800 to 1900." "Oh my, that sounds deep." "Not really, it's a really interesting, at least to me." "Have you dated much, either at home or over here in the States?" "Not here, at least not very much. I'm in a committed relationship at home and fully expect to take up with that when I get back. We have given each other the freedom to see others while I'm gone, but we're truly committed to each other in the long run." "So, that then brings up the delicate portion of this interview..." I went on to explain what the real purpose of the job entailed. I talked about coaching Sam on how to get along with the opposite sex, but I also hinted strongly, that if things turned sexual between Sam and herself, John and I would have no objections to that part of his education. "So, Mrs. Story, you want me to be sort of an older sister coach at the least and maybe the 'older woman' teacher of the art of seduction and carnal bliss should such a relationship develop?" "To put it bluntly, yes." "Could I possibly meet Sam before I decide?" "Of course. He's out in the shop. I call him up here for a break. You two can talk privately for as long as you need." I walked to the intercom system and called out to the shop for Sam. "How 'bout taking a cold drink break, Sam? I've also got someone I want you to meet." "Be right up, Mom." A few minutes later, Sam popped into the kitchen. He was dressed in cargo shorts, barefoot in sandals, and sans any kind of top. Sweat ran down his chest and back. I gave him "the look." "Sorry, but it's really hot in the shop. I didn't know you had female company for me to greet. I'll go tidy up a bit." "Oh, you don't hav..." Olivia was cut off by Sam's retreating back. Now Sam wasn't an adonis exactly, but he wasn't far from it. He'd lettered in football, basketball, baseball, and track for three years. He was definitely physically fit with toned muscles, broad shoulders, definable abs, blue eyes, and blond hair. Even if he was my son, I'd definitely call him a hunk and then some. "Ah, Mrs. Story, I'll take the job, but I still want to talk a bit with Sam." "Your happy with the pay?" "Indeed so. I think I'm happy with the boy as well." "Ah, Sam. This is Olivia Littlejohn. She's from England and would like to talk with you about becoming your tutor. Olivia, this is my son, Sam." "Pleased to meet you Sam." "Ah, uh, oh, me t-too." "Sam, I won't break if you smile or shake my hand." Sam broke his rigid stance to raise his hand to meet Olivia's outstretched one and got so lost in looking at her that he forgot to let go. She just continued to smile in amusement as Sam continued to hold her hand. I finally had to interject, "Sam, I think you can let go now." "Oh, oh, oh yeah. Sorry." "Nothing to be sorry about, Sam, I enjoyed our handshake." "You're English, aren't you." "I believe that was mentioned, son." "She talks English." "I waved my hand in front of my son. Sam, can you come out of your haze long enough to talk with Olivia?" Sam shook his head and said, "Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. It's just that you surprised me, Olivia." OLIVIA "Sam. It's ok. I don't usually have that effect on people, but I kind of like it. I'm just a girl, Sam." "Just a girl, yeah." "Since I'm supposed to tutor you, might I ask what're your grades and what subjects do you like and dislike? "May I call you Olivia?" "Yes, indeed, you may." "I've managed a 4.914 out of 5 by the end of this school year--six semesters. There isn't really any subject that I dislike: I just like some better than others." "Such as, Sam?" "Tops? I like history, sociology, and human relations the best. But, as I said, I don't really dislike anything." "What about girls. Have you dated much?" "No, I've been too busy to date much. Besides, I get all shy and withdrawn around girls, especially one on one." "You seem to be doing alright with me, one on one." "Yeah, but you're different." "Oh? Different? How?" "I don't know. You just are. Maybe it's your accent. Whatever it is, I can just relax around you. I realize that much already. You make me want to get to know you." "See, it's not all that hard to talk to a girl with at least some kind of confidence, is it." "Well, not with you anyway." "So, Sam, do you think we could work together on this tutoring thing? You mother said you weren't much if favor of it. If you aren't, it won't work." "Oh, yes. With you, I think I could work very well. Your awfully good looking, too. Are you going to take the job?" "Why thank you, Sam. You stuck that compliment in there pretty slick. Flattery will go a long way with girls, Sam. And, if you want me to, then yes, I'll take the job." "Deal, Olivia." "Sam, why don't you go find your mother and have her come back in to finalize the job." Sam left to do my bidding and I nearly drooled watching him walk out of the room. Three years younger or not, he was indeed quite a "hunk" or a "stud" as Americans say. If it came to it as part of my job, I'd have no trouble with any "personal" relationship between the two of us. A short affair before returning home would suit me fine. Teaching a novice the ropes in that context would be a delight, for both of us, I assume. I also gave some thought to Sam's sister, a another really beautiful piece of humanity. She was the female opposite of her blond brother. Also blonde and blue eyed, with shoulder length hair, she had a beautiful face and a body to die for--whether the dier be male or female. Boobs bigger than mine fit her tall frame well, a taller frame than mine. That frame sat atop long, toned, and tan legs that supported trim ankles and feet. These twins really were a matched pair. Well, Mrs. Story came back and we settled the details. The pay was sumptuous--deliciously outrageous, actually. As for hours, I was to do my tutoring every Saturday from noon until four, longer if the occasion demanded. I would be expected for lunch with Sam and Nikki but "on the clock" as Mrs. Story put it. The job would start one week from the interview, in other words, the next Saturday. Sam and Mrs. Story escorted me to the door. Before I stepped out, I reached up and gave Sam a peck on his cheek. He turned beet red. A week later, I knocked on the door of the Story house just as the town clock tower began striking the noon hour. Sam opened the door with a big grin, not to mention a fair bulge in his pants. Seducing him very much appealed to me and I didn't think it was going to be very hard or take very long, for that matter. "You certainly seem happy to see me, Sam." "Oh yes, I really am." Sam was dressed in jeans, Tee, and sandals. September was still warm, so I was dressed in a sleeveless top, modest shorts, and sandals sans socks. My toenails were natural--I never painted them. My fingernails were also natural colored. Sam ushered me into the kitchen where his twin sister Nikki was just finishing setting up lunch. "Hi, Nikki. How're you today?" "Oh, Hi Olivia. I'm fine thanks. And you? "Just great." We chatted and ate. Then Sam took me up to his room where we studied for nearly four hours. I did nothing overt--just allowed him to surreptitiously ogle me and catch a glimpse now and then past my blouse arm holes. He certainly did plenty of that. I suspect that by the time he ushered me to the door at the end of our session, he had quite a bad case of blue balls. Just before stepping out the front door, I again gave him peck on his cheek--a little longer one that time. He again turned beet red and blinked. I swear his bulge grew larger. "See you next week Sam." "Yeah, next week, Olivia." We followed almost the identical routine until right before Thanksgiving. One change did occur though. I think it was about the third Saturday, Sam kissed my cheek in return. I smiled. Sam kissed the other cheek. His prominent bulge was quite obvious. "Next week, Olivia." "Bye, Sam." I think it was the first Saturday after Thanksgiving that the next step in our relationship occurred--Sam had been obviously ogling me more each week. I teased him by leaving more blouse buttons undone than necessary and just the week before, even arriving sans bra--a practice I continued thereafter. I wore short skirts and was none to careful about how much I let show when I sat, stood, or crossed my legs directly in front of him. I did continue to wear a string thong, though. On his part, Sam slowly grew more aggressive (subtly) in brushing against my body. A breast graze here, a thigh bump there, and so on. I didn't discourage such contact, but neither did I initiate any in return. I just played dumb about the touching. I simply continued to give him eye candy. I believe it was a week or so before Christmas that our relationship considerably intensified. For one thing, it was the second Saturday that I came sans thong, pussy baby bare. So, Sam was quite nervous and fidgety that Saturday when he met me at the door. He'd not calmed down yet by the time we got to his room. I was curious. "What is it Sam? Your up tight about something. Talk to me, Sam." "Uh, er, uh." I just waited. I found I got much further getting people to talk if I just waited them out. People just can't stand long pauses for some reason. I didn't say a word, I just stood in front of Sam with an expectant look on my face. At last, Sam just blurted it out. "Oh God, Olivia, I just want to kiss you so bad. In fact, I want to do a lot more than just kiss you, but I don't know how. I'm also afraid you'll just slap me down and leave. I've never kissed or done anything else with a girl." I ignored the part about slapping him down when I replied, "Not even your mother or your sister--kisses I mean." "Well sure, but that's not the kind of kissing I mean." "What kind of kissing do you mean then?" "Oh, I, uh, sorta, uh..." "You mean like this?" I stepped right up to Sam, took his head in both my hands, stood on my tip toes, and gave him a smoldering kiss. The kiss went on and on and... Well, we didn't break until we nearly dropped for lack of air. It didn't take very long for that kiss to turn into a delicious French kiss, either. Before that kiss ended, Sam grabbed me in a clutch and crushed me against his body--chest to chest, groin to groin, thigh to thigh, toe to toe. My nipples went erect so quickly, I nearly poked two holes into his chest. His cock was quite fully erect, mashing and grinding against my pussy so hard that I quickly developed a fast growing wet spot in my panties and slacks. Olivia: The Tutor When we finally broke for air, Sam gasped out, "Oh God yes. Just like that. Exactly like that!" Our pubic regions were still tightly mated. Neither of us made a move to change that. "It gets better, Sam, lots better. That was just lip locking. There's lots more to 'kiss' and much, much more to do than just kiss." "Right now, I just want another one of those hot kisses, Olivia." "Just follow my lead, Sam." I again melted our mouths together. Instantly, Sam opened his mouth in response and our delicious French kiss was underway. Our tongues dueled, we slobbered each other wet, and we took turns biting upper and lower lips. God but he learned fast. Just making up for lost time, I guess. As further evidence of his fasts learning curve, Sam dropped his hands to my butt cheeks and mashed our pubic areas together even more tightly. His boner was driving me wild. My pussy was simply soaked. Sam suddenly flinched and froze, breaking our kiss and letting slip a frightened, "Oh God. Shit." "Sam, did you just come in your pants?" A very red faced and embarrassed Sam replied, "Un, I, uh, yeah, I d-did." "It's ok, Sam, it's ok. That's not at all unusual for the first time. The guy just gets overexcited and can't help himself. Now you can stay hard a long time before you can come again." "But I'm so embarrassed." "Don't be. It's Ok, Sam. Would you like to undress me?" "Oh God." "Take my blouse off, Sam. I'll do your shirt for you." Sam was all fingers trying to get my buttons undone. I let him fumble and he got better as he neared the last button. I pulled his tee over his head and left him bare above the waist. "Now my bra, Sam. Unhook it and take it off me." For some reason, I did happen to wear a bra that day. Just meant to be, I guess. As the cups fell away in his hands, Sam wailed, "Oh my God, oh my God." "Take them in your hands, Sam. Touch them. Oh, yes. Squeeze them, just like that. Oh, more, Sam, more. Rub my nipples Sam, twist them with your thumb and finger. Oh God, yes, like that. More. Kiss them Sam, suck my nipples, suck them hard." Sam's mouth was busy with one boob, his hand with the other. Without being told, he would switch back and forth between boobs. Like I said, he learned fast. "Alright, Sam, kiss me again. Here, on my mouth--kiss me." A volcanic French kiss resulted, a very good one at that. Sam broke that kiss and dropped to my ear, jaw, and neck. He sure hit the right buttons. Instinct, I guess. I sure didn't tell him what to do. I for sure didn't tell him to quit, either! "The pants, Sam, take off my slacks and thong." "Oh my God. Oh my God," was still all he could say as my baby-bald pussy came into his view. "Kiss it Sam, kiss my pussy. Lick it. Suck my clit. Right there, that's my clit." All I could do was moan as Sam did my bidding--moan and thoroughly wet his face with my pussy juice. He was really good with his tongue, for a beginner. "Lick the whole crevice, Sam, butt hole to clit. Keep doing it. OOHHH, God yes, just like that. More, Sam, moorrrrre." Sam just grunted and then started humming. My God, that pushed me over the edge into a shuddering climax. Sam jerked his head up in alarm. "Oh God, Olivia, I didn't hurt you, did I?" "No, Sam, funny man, I just had one hell of a climax. That Sam is what's supposed to happen if a guy is good at his beaver diving. You're good, especially for a first timer." Sam still had his pants on. I pulled him up so I could unbuckle his belt and slide down his pants and boxers. The huge cock that jumped in my face was far from pornographic proportions, but it certainly qualified as a damned fine fuck tool. God, it was a beautiful thing, pulsing with anticipation and drooling precum. It took but a moment for me to push Sam back onto his ass on the bed and for me to kneel in front of him. Lustfully gazing at the object of my desire, I dropped my mouth over his cockhead and grabbed his shaft with one hand. Suck and jack was the name of the game. "Oh MY GOD. Oh My God," over and over was all Sam could say--well, that and some very deep growls of pleasure. Too soon, Sam shot his second wad, this time into my mouth. I briefly choked, but managed to swallow it all. I continued to jack Sam's cock to get it hard again while he played with my tits. Once I had another magnificent boner on him, I gave him new orders. "Ok, Sam, stay your back and get in the middle of the bed. I want to ride you cowgirl style. You can keep playing with my tits while I do." I knee-walked my way over Sam's legs to his crotch. I was way too wet to need any further stimulation. I grabbed his cock and lowered my body down. His eyes were mesmerized by the slow progress of his dick parting my pussy folds as he watched it slowly disappear into my tunnel of love. I started my ride, very slowly at first, adjusting to his size and penetration. I increased the tempo until I was really bouncing up and down. With two comes down already, I was looking forward to a long ride. "Alright, Sam, do your thing. Pump me full of your cock cream. Shoot your wad into me--but fuck me good first." Sam did buck up into my down thrusts to our mutual satisfaction. God but his cock felt so good. I'd not had any cock since I left Tony back in England. Sam's cock was pure heaven. While riding Sam, I experienced multiple mild climaxes. The ride just went on and on. Finally, as I felt him about to burst, I exploded in a massive orgasm, enhanced even more when Sam finally did shoot his load into the depths of my pussy. We both howled. I even screamed quite loudly. It was a darned good thing his parents were gone for the afternoon. But I'd forgotten about Nikki. Just as I uttered the words, "Now we have to get you hard again, Sam," Nikki silently crept into the room. I caught her movement out of the corner of my eye and blanched. She was as bare assed naked as we were, a very gorgeous naked, I might add. Nikki had a vertical finger over her lips in the universal sign for quiet. She pointed at Sam in the general area of his cock and then at herself. Nodding, I kneed backward, pulling Sam's deflating cock from my cave and slowly got off the bed. Sam's eyes were still closed in ecstasy, so he paid no heed to the body that crawled up between his legs, as he could only assume it was I. As her mouth closed over his flaccid cock, he groaned again in pleasure. I just watched and remained silent. I can also only assume that Sam was so inexperienced in these matters, that he couldn't yet tell the difference between mouths and techniques. Nikki more than knew what she was doing. No lack of experience there. He groaned and raised his head enough to look down his belly at his mouth covered cock. Just as it hit him that the hair of the head on his cock was blonde, not red, Nikki made eye contact with him still sucking his cock. "Nikki! For God's sake, what are you doing? Breaking contact with her mouth from his dick, but not her hand, Nikki answered, "Well what the fuck does it look or feel like I'm doing, big brother?" "B-b-but you can't." "Well, I'm doing it aren't I?' "You know what I mean." Instead of answering her brother immediately, Nikki returned her mouth to Sam's cock and really went to work on it. He groaned and growled in pleasure though he tried not to. "Answer me, Nik." Once again prying her mouth loose but continuing her hand action, Nikki answered with, "You know, brother dear, I've wanted a piece or two of your cock for more than three years now. You really are a hunk and you've got nearly all the girls from all four grades drooling over you." "Come on, Nik, you haven't lusted after me. Neither have all the girls at school." "That's how much you took notice of them or me. You're totally blind in that respect. And that's despite the many 'accidental' towel slips I gave you between the bathroom and my room. Didn't phase you a bit. No amount of hinting got through to you. I even got up the courage one time to come into the bathroom while you were in the shower. I let the towel drop, baring my all while I peed. Still didn't phase you. "He never noticed at all?" I asked. "Oh, he knew, he just hollered for me to get done and get out." "He was dense," I added. "My turn big brother." And Nikki followed my example. She knee-walked until she was over his cock. I took hold of said object and held it in position while Nikki settled her outer lips over her brother's cock head. Slowly, deliciously, ecstatically, she settled lower and lower down that very rigid flesh pole--down, down, until her mons banged into his pubic zone. "Ah, at last," sighed Nikki. Not to be left out, I got in position over Sam's face and said, "Eat me good, Sam. Lick me from clit to asshole. Go, Sam, Go." While Sam worked over my pussy crevice, Nikki and I kissed and fondled one another's tits. Sam must of been pretty horny at the thought of his sister riding his cock. He worked me over so well that I was the first to climax. That helped tip Nikki into her climax and she was quickly followed by Sam filling her cunt with still another fair load of cock milk. Ah, teenaged boys! Nikki collapsed on Sam's chest, rather abruptly knocking me out of the way and they nuzzled noses and what not while recovering their breath. She still had a low keening in her throat. Sam just rubbed her back in slow, gentle motions and low groans. I lay beside them with my arm around them both--well, on top of Nikki anyway. After a rest followed by some careful instruction, Nikki and I lined up side by side, leaning over the bed with our feet on the floor and Sam butt fucked us alternating assholes every few minutes. It took him a long time to come that last time. I did twice on that fuck, but Nikki had a big orgasm again. Again, I think it was the sibling factor that helped her along and it was her ass that got Sam's last load. Well, each Saturday after that fell into the same pattern. I spent the first two hours earning my money. The last two hours was a sex marathon with Nikki joining in more than half the time. Sam's parents were aware that a whole lot of fucking was going on in Sam's room, which is what they hoped would happen, but I don't think they realized that he was fucking his sister as well as me. But Nikki nor I was sure gonna turn tattletale on him. The winter was long, with fantastic sex. We even added some after school nights and a Sunday or two at my apartment for our added pleasure. Sam was one of the most well fucked boys in the senior class. He even told me he had become quite the flirt at school with girls practically swooning over him. Like I said, Sam was a fast, very fast, learner. But spring once the snow melted for good in mid April, seemed to just zip by as the time drew nearer for my departure back to England. I was not nearly as anxious to depart as I had been back when my journey started. We had one last rip-roaring party on one last weekend at my apartment. Both Nikki and Sam gave some excuse or another to be absent from home from that Friday night until late Sunday night. We just fucked and sucked, slept, ate some and repeated the cycle endlessly all weekend. We never left the apartment. It was a very tearful good-bye for all three of us. But I will never ever forget my winter in America. Finis ************ (Please? Whether you liked or disliked this story, constructive feedback and votes are appreciated and are strong encouragements for an author to keep producing.)