3 comments/ 31661 views/ 7 favorites Sam: Life After Olivia 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 do not practice nor do I condone any of the sexual acts 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. ************ It was terribly hard to say good-bye to Olivia (Olivia: The Tutor) and watch her plane disappear into the blue sky on its way back to England. Her tutoring for scholarship applications and for college entrance exams really did help. But it was the other tutoring that I was sorely going to miss. I lost my virginity with her and discovered the joys of sex. Olivia and Nik kept me supplied with all the sex I could handle during my senior year in high school. None of the myriad of girls Nik SAYS were drooling over me had a chance. But, now what was I to do? I had my whole summer ahead of me before setting off for college. And, of the four letters of acceptance I had in hand, I still didn't know which one to accept. In fact, watching the plane depart, I think I actually muttered out loud, "Now what the hell am I going to do?" Only my younger sister Nikki heard that. Her instant reply was, "Oh, I think I may be able to provide a little help there, brother dear." Startled, I looked over at her and grinned. Of course there'd be Nik. She'd joined Olivia and me in our sexual adventures on many occasions. Nikki had professed her long standing lust for me as she had injected herself with Olivia and me for the first time that Olivia and I became sexually intimate. "Tonight dear brother, you're all mine, exclusively and totally all mine. I hope you're up to it, Sam." Dear God, I hope so too--she's such a sex craved hottie. The plane left quite early that Saturday morning. I had to get ready for my part-time Saturday job as a pump jockey at one of our local gas stations. My thoughts were jumbled as Dad drove us all back home from the airport. I reported for work at noon. My shift would end at eight that evening, so I had all day to contemplate the delights that awaited me with my sister. My parents always had a date with a bosom buddy couple of theirs for Saturday night out--supper and dancing, a show, or something. This was a standing date of over ten years. Nikki and I would have the evening to ourselves until the very wee hours of Sunday morning. My sexual tension wasn't eased by my job. The gas station where I worked had one full service island among all the other self-serve islands. If you've ever worked on the driveway of a gas station, you'll very well know what I mean. Every once in a while a car would pull up to the full serve island with a sexy dame in the front seat as either the driver or a passenger. Such women usually had on some kind of very revealing top. Looking straight down through the windshield I was cleaning gave a most satisfying view. Sometimes these hostiles were unaware, but most were real cock teasers and damned sure aware of the gawking attendant. They'd even lean further forward to increase the temperature level of the guy cleaning the glass. Once, while working the night man's midnight to eight shift while he was on vacation, I got the show of all shows. It was the week of the state fair. The car pulled up to the full serve pumps about two thirty that morning. I saw the couple in front as they drove up. I think the woman purposely waited to pull her top up over her bare tits until I approached the car and could see her. My eighteen year old cock gave a big lurch. Damn! Her escort got out and, after ordering a fill up, went on into the station to the vending area. I stuck the gas hose in the filler spout behind the rear plate and proceeded up front to clean the bug splattered windshield. The woman just sat there fiddling with her top with a big, shit ass grin. She knew I was staring as I made no attempt to hide the fact. As I walked to the rear of the car, I discovered the couple in the back seat. They were both bare assed naked and the guy, on top, was poking the female's kitty with all he had. Her tits were bouncing around like mad as he pounded into her. He looked to have quite a rod, too. Damn, my cock did more than just lurch. I will say that the side and back windows of that car got my minute attention--and they didn't even have a single bug splatter on them. Well, I guess you get the general idea. But that was some time ago. I was, as I said, presently on the noon to eight shift, so I didn't expect quite that kind of show again, but still, plenty of exposure in the front seat might be expected on such a warm and muggy day. In fact, As it turned out, I had three such hottie cock-teasers before my shift ended. One of them, in short shorts, never seemed quite able to satisfy an itch in her crotch. She scratched (rubbed) around on it the whole time I did the windshield. She kept that leering grin on her face the whole time. Damn it, but I was horny as hell when I walked into the house little after eight. My parents, of course, were long gone on their Saturday night our. But Nik was there to greet me. "Hey, Sam. How're they hanging? Get any good shows today?" "Jesus, Nik, yes and I'm horny as hell right now." "Well, you just sit your ass right down to the table here and pretend you're in an eatery with a topless wait staff." Nik immediately peeled out of her top and her bra. She had my supper on the stove and promptly dished it up to serve it to me. God, did she ever have a gorgeous rack, a rack that jiggled most delightfully for me the whole time she moved about serving my supper. Nik giggled at my continuous staring. "I told you this morning on the way home from the airport that you were all mine tonight. Believe me yet?" "Oh yeah, Nik. Oh yeah" "How 'bout if I add bottomless to the wait staff, Sam?" "Now that would be a sight to behold, Nik." Nik promptly shed her short shorts and little thong. Her bald as a baby kitty gleamed with the moisture of her arousal. The heady aroma of that arousal was immediately detectable to my sensitive nose. "Oh my, Nik, that's just lovely. Just lovely." "Thought you might like it, Sam. See how hard my nipples got? How 'bout this wet kitty waiting for you, Sam?" My cock was about to break through my work pants. Nik noticed. "Looks like they're hanging pretty damned good, Sam. Why don't you get comfortable too and shed some clothes." That was the next thing to an order from Nik, not a simple statement. So I stood up and slowly got naked. When my pants and jockeys dropped, my cock sprang up at rigid attention. Precum was already bubbling out in anticipation of getting relief from my horny condition. "See what you do to me, Nik?" "Yes, and I intend to get a big piece of that salami loaf you call a cock. Damned soon, too." I sat back down and tried to finish eating. But my mind was no longer focused--at least on food. Nik sitting down beside me and grabbing hold of my cock didn't help matters at all, again, not at least where food was concerned. "Jesus, Nik, let up a bit. If you don't, I'm going to coat the underside of this table with one damn big load of my cock cream. I'd rather dump that load in your pussy." "Well, in that case," she said, dropping her hand from my cock. "But hurry the fuck up. I need your cock in my pussy PDQ." "Really?" "Yes, really-really. Jesus, and you complain about the cock teasers at the station you have to put up with!" I crammed the last forkful in my mouth, washed it down with the last of my coffee, and grabbed Nik's wrist. "Come with me, my little slut sister, your stud and his cock are seeking refuge in your warm and wet pussy." "Oh, I'll 'come' with you alright. Fuck, Sam, take me to bed. We'll catch holy hell tomorrow for not cleaning up the kitchen, but fuck it. It's time to screw you senseless." We did take our clothes with us though. No use in leaving the wrong kind of evidence laying in plain sight on the kitchen floor. The two of us beat a very hasty retreat to my bedroom. Once in the bedroom, Nik grab me in a tight clinch and we were off and running with a long, hot, wet French kiss. My hands grabbed her two ass cheeks and pulled her into my raging erection. She ground her mons into me as much as I pulled her into me. I proceeded to kiss her all about her face, jaw, and neck. Nik was particularly sensitive to having her ear lobes nibbled and kissing behind her ears. She was moaning big time in under ten seconds. Her hands squeezed between us and got a strangle hold on my cock. With that, she slid down my chest and belly to drop on her knees and envelope my throbbing erection with her mouth. Damn, she was a terrific little cocksucker. What with my already highly aroused horny state, my endurance was short under her attack on my missile. I shot off my load into her mouth as she swallowed all I could give her. She only gagged once, caught in surprise at my quick eruption. "Your turn, Nik. On the bed on your back. Quick now, wench!" "Yes, Master," she giggled. I quickly put her knees beside her ears and lovingly gazed at her brazenly exposed pussy from mons to asshole. "Damn, Nik, your puss is just so Goddamned beautiful!" Those were the last words spoken by me for some time. My mouth and tongue were buried in the heavenly garden between Nikki's wide spread legs. I tenderly licked up and down her outer lips for a bit. My tongue then found her wet crevice and lapped up and down from asshole to clit--but going around her clit without touching it, for a while. My tongue went deeper with each pass through her beautiful crevice before me. Nikki was quivering and shaking in very short order. I rimmed her rosette with my tongue before moving up to her heavenly gate. Rolling my tongue, I plunged it into her wet tunnel as far as I could reach. She immediately jerked into a big orgasm. "More, Sam, more, more, more." I moved my tongue to her clit and then sucked hard on the little button. Simultaneously, I inserted a finger into her anus. Nik responded with an even bigger and longer orgasm. "Oh my God, Sam, fuck me now. Fuck me now and fuck me hard." I complied with her wishes. My cock entered her pussy, splitting her folds as the helmet sought entrance. Sinking that helmet into the tunnel, I thrust hard and fast into bliss, balls deep, with a loud grunt. "Damn, Nik, so damned tight every time. I can never get enough of your pussy." "Shut the fuck up and screw my brains out, big brother." I did just that. The clock read well after midnight when Nik finally got up and staggered off to her own room. It wouldn't do for our parents to return home shortly and discover us naked in bed together. Two weeks later, on a hot Sunday afternoon, Nik and I were laying in the sun on our backyard patio. The folks were gone for the afternoon for some reason or other. I was having a damned hard time with my cock. Nikki was on her back with her bikini top on the ground beside her. Neither of us had said a word for some time. Nikki finally whispered, "Sam?" "Yeah, Nik?" "Would you do something for me?" "What's that, Sam?" "The sun's getting awfully strong. Will you grease my front up for me--head to toe?" "Jesus, Nik, what're you trying to do to me? I'm already having a hell of a time keeping my cock under control just looking at you and now you want me to do that? We don't know for sure when Mom and Dad will get home." "We'll here the car in plenty of time. Please?" "Oh, hell." I got up and went over to Nikki's lounger. I straddled her waist, took the sun block from her and proceeded to do her bidding. I spent a very long time on her tits, caressing, rubbing, kneading, nipple tweaking, and whatever. Nikki was a moaning mass of jelly before I was even half done. My cock pumped up so big and tight that it poked above the waist band of my skimpy shorts. "Sam?" "Yeah, Nik?" "I can help you with your problem." "What problem?" "Your perpetual horniness and especially that oh so gorgeous hardon." "You usually do." "But I'd like to share you again, you know, like when Olivia was here." "Share me? What the hell are you talking about?" " Well, I, uh, that is, uh. Oh shit, Sam. I've got several girlfriends that would like a piece of you, Sam. They're always after me with questions: "Have you ever seen him naked?" or "What kind of cock's he got, big, little, what?" or "Jesus, I bet he knows how to fuck a woman senseless." "You're shittin' me, Nik!" "No, Sam, I'm not. I told you before when Olivia was here. You've got more girls drooling after you than you can imagine. They're yours for the taking. Since graduation, there's still many of them around, like us, waiting for the fall college term to arrive." "I don't believe you, Nik." "Wanna find out? Mind you, I don't want to be left out of your sex life. Your still mine first. I told the girls that I'd act as go-between, for them, pimp if you like, with you if you agreed, but only on one condition." "What condition is that, Nik?" "They get you alone the first time, but then I want to be the third one of a threesome the next time and any time thereafter." "Jesus, Nik, you told them we fuck--brother and sister? "Yeah, and they think it's cool. You know best girl pals tell each other everything--everything in minute detail. There's a lot more questions they asked me once they found out we were fucking." "I just bet there were more questions, Nik." "Are you interested?" "Ok, so tell me, who the hell of your girlfriends wants to fuck me?" Nikki ran down a list of six girls for starters. I just gasped. Shit, these were some of the most luscious girls from the graduated senior class and a couple who'd be seniors in the fall term. Real babes, hotties, and in at least one case, a real swinger. At least that was her reputation. "Who'd you like to start with, Sam?" "Ok, sister, I think I'll just call your bluff. Let's see if you can set me up with Sandy for starters." "Sandy it is, dear brother mine." "Jesus," was all I could say as I just shook my head. SANDY'S NIGHT "Sam?" "Yeah, Nik." "You're 'sposed to call Sandy sometime after four o'clock this afternoon." "OH? Alright, thanks." I waited 'til six before I called. No use letting her think I was too anxious to get into her pants. "Hi, Sandy, it's Sam." "Oh, Hi Sam, what's up?" "I was about top ask you that. Nik said you had something on your mind." "Yeah, I kinda do." "I'm all ears, Sandy." "This is kinda hard, Sam. We've never dated and don't know each other very well, but...' "But what, Sandy." "Well, ah, um, I-I-I'd kinda like to know what all the fuss is about?" "Fuss about what, Sandy/" "The fuss about, uh, ah, um, shit. The fuss about fucking." "Why? Haven't your folks told you anything? Haven't you ever fucked before?" "Oh God, this is hard, Sam, please." "Ok, Sandy, just tell me--I'm listening." "No on both counts, Sam. Mother told me all about uh, ah, girls and their p-p-periods but nothing else. And no, I've not f-f-fucked before. I never put out on dates except for a few times I let someone fondle my, m-my b-b-bressts and then only over clothes. No bare flesh. I didn't get the nickname 'Miss Iceberg' for no reason, Sam." "I see, though I never believed the 'Miss Iceberg' thing. Why me, Sandy? Why now?" "Because Nikki said you could be gentle as a lamb. Because you're such a stud. Because I don't want to go to college in the fall as a totally ignorant virgin. Will you help me, Sam?" "Well, Sandy, when you put it that way, I guess the only thing a gentleman could say is, yes, I'll help you." "Oh, Sam, thank you." "What did you have in mind, Sandy?" "Tomorrow is Saturday and your folks are always gone for most of the night, yes?" "Yes." "If it's not too much trouble, would you take me out for a romantic supper and then back to your house for uh, well ah, f-for s-some d-desert, maybe?" "I'll pick you up at six-thirty tomorrow night, Sandy. Wear something dressy, not casual." "Oh God, Sam, oh God. Ok. Bye, Sam, 'till tomorrow night." "Bye, Sandy." My God, just like that. Nik was right, at least in Sandy's case. I immediately made some phone calls and set things up for my date. I think she'll be pleasantly surprised with the results. The time was six twenty nine when I pulled my three year old Miata roadster to the curb in front of Sandy's house. She answered the door almost before the door bell quit chiming. Man, she must really be nervous. Usually, the guy has to wait for the girl to finish getting ready. "H-Hi, Sam." "Hello, Sandy. My but you look like a dream tonight." She did too--in that red velvet, strapless cocktail dress with the black, patent leather heels, black clutch purse, and the pearl necklace and bracelet. She had minimal make-up on her face, just enough to look utterly gorgeous. Her cleavage looked pretty damned good as well. "Oh, Sam, thank you." She saw me looking down her cleavage and said, "I'll tell you a secret about that, but later." "About what?" "Where you're looking. Shh, here comes Dad and Mom." I was invited in, introductions were made, and I must of passed muster because her Dad said, "Have a good time, kids, and drive safely. We want you both back in one piece." "Goodnight, sir. Goodnight, Ma'am. I escorted Sandy to the car, and like a gentleman, opened her door, for her to climb in. She unknowingly gave me a flash of panty as she maneuvered herself into my low sports car. "God, Sam, I like your car--but it's, uh, it's ah..." "Cozy?" I suggested. "Yeah. But that's Ok." A half hour passed on our drive to the nearby city to the restaurant I'd called the evening before. We chatted quite easily together. The place was the famous Giovani's and naturally, they served Italian food, had a fancy decor, but had excellent food at moderate prices. It was always busy and reservations were usually needed if you wanted a table within any reasonable time. Sandy was suitably impressed as we drove in and parked. She was even more impressed when the Maitre d' escorted us to our table in a semiprivate area. The lighting was very low with candlelit tables. A string quartet wandered around the various tables, playing requests. It was a very romantic atmosphere. We were served wine, red for me, white for Sandy, with no questions. We both looked older than we really were. We started with all you can eat salad and breadsticks. For an entree, we both ordered Lasagna. Desert was an Italian ice cream of some kind. During the entree, I signaled the violinists. They wandered over and played several pre-requested Italian love songs along with the old Elvis song, Love Me Tender. Those violins made one almost cry. Sandy did have moisture showing a bit in her eyes before the musicians were done. I slipped them a twenty. She also had a far away, dreamy look on her face. Sam: Life After Olivia I think I was succeeding in making her first time truly memorable. We left the restaurant with her arm through mine. She held my arm close and tight to her side, not to mention close and tight to the side of her left boob. She kept squeezing and releasing said arm as we slowly walked to the car. Before I could open the car door for her, Sandy leaned in to me, put her arms around my neck, and gave me a long, wet, salacious kiss. "That was just utterly divine, Sam. I wish I could've found you long ago." I just smiled around her kiss and rubbed her back. She inadvertently leaned her mons into my rising hardon. When she felt it, she didn't miss a beat--she just ground into my cock all the harder. I finally got her into the car. She rested her left hand on my right thigh all the way back to my house. Early that morning, Nik told me, "Since I know what's going to go on in your bedroom tonight, I'll be staying overnight with a girlfriend. That way, I'll be out of your hair and you two can have the place all to yourselves--at least until our parents come home." "Thanks, Nik. I owe you." "You'd better believe you owe me. I plan to collect, too." So, Sandy and I found the house empty when we arrived. I took her to our living room. I had scented candles on both end tables beside the couch arms and three more on the mantle of the fireplace. Despite the warm June night, I had a minimal fire in the gas log. Atmosphere, you know. "Oh, Sam," Sandy cooed as I led her to the couch fronting the fireplace. We sat and she cuddled up under my right arm. For some time, we just sat there, enjoying one another's company and basking in the aftermath of the great time we had at Giovani's. My nose was in Sandy's hair, smelling her shampoo, soap, and any other essence I could detect. She smelled really great. She was making small, satisfying sighs and a purring sound in her throat. I slowly started the show. I gently moved, with the lightest of touches, to kiss or lick: her face, forehead, nose, eyes, cheeks, jaw line, ears, and neck--especially the hollow at the base of her neck and behind her ears. I licked the inside of her ears and blew very lightly. Sandy appeared to be drifting in a daze of, of what? Romanticism, sexual arousal? My nose definitely detected the faint scent of an aroused female. Under my touches, Sandy's nervousness never had a chance to show itself. She nearly melted into me with her cooing. I dropped my left hand to her boobs. She never flinched. "Oh yes, she cooed in a whisper. Put your hands on me, Sam. Put your hands on my naked skin. She deftly pulled her dress top down along with her push up bra. Her quite small tits broke free. "That was the secret, Sam. I don't have much for tits. The cleavage you saw was all push up bra. I hope you're not disappointed." "Not in the least, Sandy," I said as I dropped my mouth to a very pretty and very hard nipple. "the size of this body part or that body part makes no difference to me. I'm quite happy to just enjoy whatever is offered." "Oh God, Sam, no wonder all the girls drool for you." By that time, Sandy was having some trouble breathing and was panting like she was in heat. I think she was--in heat that is. This girl wanted sex in the worst way. I stood and drew Sandy up in front of me. "Allow me to help you the rest of the way out of that gorgeous dress." The underskirt and panty hose went next. "If there's one thing I hate about girl's clothes, it's panty hose," I whispered. That left Sandy standing in a pair of tiny, lace trimmed panties of red silk. I helped her back into her heels. "Oh damn, Sandy, you're a centerfold for sure." "Not with this flat chest I'm not, Sam." "Not all centerfolds have mountains on their chests, Sandy." "Most of them do." "But Sandy, you don't need them. You're beautiful just the way you are." She grabbed me in a tight clinch and kissed me fervently. "Liar," she said, "but you can keep telling me that." "Oh, I will, Sandy, I will." "Now it's my turn to undress you. I want to see what's making your slacks tent out like that. I bet I'll like it." Sandy proceeded to slowly strip me. I could smell the aroma of her aroused pussy. That aroma, quite strong by that point, was such a turn on, like an aphrodisiac--the best kind of aphrodisiac. Finally bare to the waist, she dropped my pants and boxers as one. There was an audible gasp as she watched my cock pop free. "Oh my, I've never seen one before--at least not a full grown one." "You mean as in an adult cock?" "Yes. It's so big." "Not really. I barely measure out as normal or average in size, whatever that is." "About six inches, or least so the sex ed books say, Sam." "Yeah, so I'm told, Sandy. Grab your clothes and come with me, girl, we have things to explore yet." We slowly climbed up the stairs, with me gazing at Sandy's swinging ass the whole way. "You know, Sam, I just can't believe I'm doing this. Conservative, shy little me." "Doing what, Sandy?" "Strolling, not even running, just lazing along, naked as a baby. Naked and with a person of the opposite sex. Even more, that person is also naked. It's out of the realm of possibility for me. Yet, here I am, doing just that. And I'm not even nervous anymore, not the least bit. Absolutely, fucking amazing." "Well, Sandy, the fucking part comes in just a minute." "Having come this far, I can't wait, Sam." She turned around, nearly knocking us both down the stairs. She grabbed me into another clinch, smashing her small tits into my chest and her bald mons into my vertical erection. She ground hard on both ends. Jesus, what have I turned loose here? "Come on, Sandy, just a little further--the bed, please." The clothes dropped simultaneously as we stepped through the doorway. She still held onto me fiercely as we stumbled over to the bed and fell onto it with Sandy on her back and me on top of her. "Do something to me, Sam. God, do something. I'm on fire." With her squealing and squirming, I kissed and licked my way around her tits and nipples until she screamed, "More, Sam, More." I moved down her chest and belly to her navel. My tongue rimmed that and poked into it. More groans and a low growl. "More, Sam, Goddamn it, MORE, Sam." My mouth and tongue dropped onto her pussy. Damn if she didn't nearly toss me off her as she burst into a shaking, shattering orgasm. "Oh my fucking God, Sam, MORE, MORE, MORE." My tongue was by then laving up and down her slit from butt hole to clit. Again, as was my custom, I ignored her clit and went around it. Sandy was shaking hard. I found her opening and stuck my tongue in--all the way in. Sandy shook even harder. When I stuck a finger in her ass and simultaneously sucked hard on her clit, she shot off again, the hardest yet. This time she squirted all over my face. "Oh my God, Sam, what'd I do. Did I just pee all over you?" "No, my gorgeous Sandy, you just squirted your girl juice, your sex cum, all over my face. You are among the lucky few who experience orgasms so strongly that you sometimes squirt like that. Most girls just bubble out a tiny pulse of moisture or a lot, but most don't actually squirt like that." "God, Sam, I felt that from head to toe, all up and down my insides. I want to feel that again." I went to work on her again. Just aa she started down from another strong orgasm, I thrust into her in one hard, fast stroke, breaking through her hymen and burying myself balls deep into her puss. At the same time, I managed to get my middle finger into her asshole. "Sandy screamed, and screamed, and screamed some more as she shook so hard I lost my balance and fell out of her. It was screams of pure pleasure, not pain. I don't think I've ever seen a woman orgasm so heavily and heartily before or since. She later told me she never even felt any pain of her hymen bursting. "I think I've loosed a tiger here, Sandy." "Believe it, Sam, you have. Now I want to lose my ass cherry as well. you up to it?" "After I recuperate for a while, Sandy, you really wrung me out on that come." It was a long, fantastic night. I finally got her home at two in the morning. She said she'd have no trouble with her parents about the hour. I got a hell of a kiss and grope goodnight from her. "Thank you, Sam." Late, very late the next day, Nik said, "What the hell did you do to Sandy last night. I got home just in time to see you disappear from the top of the stairs. I waited a while and then went up to my room. I had to listen to you two all night, screaming and hollering like the world was ending. Jesus." "I thought you were going to be gone over night, Nik." "That didn't work out. Again, what the hell did you do to her?" "I don't play and tell, Nik, you know that. Let's just say she was quite happy with the evening--and the night." NEW CONQUESTS The next Friday, Selma was my date. She was the one with the shady reputation. I took her to the same Italian restaurant and treated her like a lady. She fairly glowed. Before the night was over, she also lived up to her reputation as well. Her parents were gone for the whole weekend, so I spent Friday night, all day Saturday, and Saturday night at her house. By God, I was one whipped puppy by the time I stumbled back home at four o'clock Sunday morning. I didn't know there were so many damned different ways to fuck. Selma knew them all. We did them all, and then some. My learning curve jumped three hundred per cent, I bet. I mostly kept up with her but, like I said, I was one whipped puppy by Sunday morning. But word traveled fast. I was rapidly booked solid every Friday and Saturday night for as long as I wanted it to go on. Damn. And I still had to find time to fuck my sister. She refused to be left out. She never did insist on the threesome she originally required. She said when I fucked her, she wanted me all to herself. The summer was rapidly waning and so was my sexual ability. The libido never diminished, just my physical capacity to keep up with such a loaded schedule of fucking. Man, I was drowning in pussy, almost literally. The envelope was in the mail one Monday morning, the first week of August. It was the letter telling me I'd been awarded an international scholarship to study for a year at Oxford University in England. Europe. England. Me! Highly unusual? Yes, for a just graduated high school senior. But, the fact that I graduated valedictorian of four-hundred and fifty students may have given me a boost. And Olivia. It was her tutoring that helped me get that particular scholarship. Now I'd get to see Olivia again. Hot damn. She'd told me she had a solidly committed relationship awaiting her return to England, but I could always hope. I had just two weeks left to prepare, pack, and get my ass on a plane to London. The fucking weekends had to end. I needed to regain my strength and time to get the necessary preparations done. The fucking was fun while it lasted, but it was, as I said, wearing me out. There is an eventual limit, even for eighteen year old male with more hormones than he knows what to do with. So it was that early in the last week of August, I found myself on a Boeing 747 winging its way over the Atlantic, London bound. The first term, Michaelmas, began in October and I needed time to get settled and acquainted. I happened, by chance, to draw a seat next to a ravishing redhead of about twenty years. Waiting in the plane to leave the gate for takeoff, I introduced myself. "Hi, my name's Sam. May I know yours?" Her teeth weren't quite chattering as she answered, "Hi. My name's 'Red.' Actually, that's my nickname for obvious reasons. My real name is Sandra." "Well, I'm pleased to meet you, Sandra," I said cheerily as I extended my hand for a shake. The palm of her hand that grasped mine was sweaty. It shook just a little before she grabbed on to mine. "Glad to meet you too, Sam." "Ever fly before, Sandra? This's my first time and I dare say I'm a bit more nervous than I thought I'd be." She still held my hand and tightened her grip even more. "God no. This is my first trip too and I'm scared shitless, pardon my language. I just know I'm going to get sick--or worse." "Well, if it'll help any, you can hold on to me anytime you need to during takeoff or for that matter, any other time during the flight." I wondered if she felt the sparks of our hand contact as strongly as I did. "Oh, that helps so much. I hope I don't make a nuisance of myself, but you're so calm. I think it will be a very big help to me." She still held tightly to my hand, very tightly. "I think the first thing you should probably do is tighten and buckle your seat belt. The sign is on." "Oh, yeah, good idea." Completing that task, her hand again sought mine and squeezed tight. I believe this has the makings of quite an interesting flight was the thought that immediately crossed my mind. We began moving as the tractor pulled us away from the gate to get us to the taxi way leading to the runway. My seat companion shivered and broke out in a light sweat. "Everything will be just fine, Sandra. Lean your head on my shoulder and squeeze my hand. We'll be airborne in just minutes." It turned out to be more like forty-five minutes because of the long take off queue that moved at a snails pace. We had to wait our turn. That long wait didn't help Sandra's confidence any. Sandra almost sobbed. "I'm not usually like this Sam. Normally, I'm very sure of myself, outgoing, confident, and aggressive. I think I'd qualify as a type "A" personality. But this airplane ride is making a complete mush of me." "So don't think about the airplane. Think about pleasant thoughts, soft winds, handsome men, who you'd like to be with right now. Anything but this plane." "I couldn't have found a better person to be sitting beside me right now, Sam. No one." I just smiled at her and squeezed her hand some more. The sparks were still there. I couldn't squeeze it much, she had mine squeezed in almost a death grip. She was going to cut off circulation if she didn't let up soon. I just remained mute. Then it was our turn. The engine whine rose as we taxied into position at the head of the runway. The plane braked with a noticeable dip. Then the engine whine grew to an ear splitting scream as the pilot spooled the engines up. Sandra flinched and squeezed my hand so hard she nearly broke it. "Just normal procedure, Sandra. The engines are run up to full power, the brakes are released, and away we go." And that's what happened. We both held our breath as we raced down the runway, chasing take off velocity. We both exhaled at the same time we simultaneously felt the wheels break contact with the ground and the plane lift to soar free. "Oh God, we're flying." "Yes indeed we are indeed flying, Sandra. Once we reach altitude, things should even out and calm down to the point you'll hardly know we're flying at all." That's the way events transpired. The noise level dropped considerably, the flight sailed smoothly along, and Sandra at last relaxed some, but not enough to let go of my hand. She also kept her head on my shoulder for over an hour. I think she even dozed off for a while. Neither of us had as yet unbuckled. Some time passed before the plane gave a noticeable but subdued shudder. But it was enough to wake Sandra. Alarmed, she asked, "What was that, Sam?" Before I could answer her, the plane gave another, even more noticeable shudder that lasted at least five seconds. Sandra gasped and squeezed my hand really hard again. Her eyes and face had a very frightened look to them. "What woke you was a milder version of what you just felt. It's nothing to be alarmed about. All it is, Sandra, is air turbulence. Turbulence is a common occurrence, like bumps in a motor highway." At that moment, the intercom came alive with the voice of the pilot in confirmation of my explanation to Sandra. "Attention please. This is your pilot. Please fasten your seatbelts. Don't be alarmed. We're going to be experiencing some mild to strong air turbulence for a short while. When we exit the turbulence area, the seat belt sign will be turned off again. Thank you for your patience." Sandra again released the tension in her hand gripping mine, but once more, didn't release it entirely. "God, Sam, I'm so glad you're here. This flying business is just not for me. If this flight wasn't completely necessary, I'd not be here." "Well, Sandra, I'm awfully glad I'm here as well. It feels quite nice to me to sit next to and hold hands with a beautiful young woman." Sandra blushed. Her head returned to my shoulder. "You know, a guy like you could grow on a girl like me." "You don't say. I was thinking the same thing--in reverse of course." Sandra giggled. "I've told you quite a bit about myself up to this point, but I've not heard much about you. So, What about you, Sandra." She sat up, but still clung to my hand. "I grew up in a small rural community in southeast Iowa. Normally..." Sandra went on with details of her life, a life very similar to mine as I grew up in a small rural community in central Indiana. "What about boyfriends, Sandra?" "Oh, I've definitely dated a lot. I've had two serious boyfriends, one in high school and one at Ames. There was also one serious affair at the university with one of my married professors. That ended badly some time ago." "I see. And were you intimate with all of your boyfriends?" "You mean, did I fuck them?" "That's what I mean. I'll explain why I asked in a moment." "To answer you, yes, I was intimate with all of them. What about your girlfriends, Sam?" "Ah, girls. Well, there was Olivia ...' I went on in some detail, first about Olivia and then the pageant of girls of the past summer. I kept it a simple statement of facts--no prideful boasting. However, I intentionally made no mention of my sexual relationship with my sister. "That's why I asked you. I knew I had to tell you about my past experiences and I knew there were quite a few." "So you're quite the stud are you." I just blushed. The hormones swarmed. What could I say? "I guess I've had some experience, Sandra." "Some?" Trying to change the subject, I asked, "So, Sandra, what are you doing on this plane then?" "I've just completed my second year at Iowa State University at Ames. I'm now on my way to England for a year of study at Oxford on a scholarship." "The stars must be in proper alignment, Sandra. I'm also on my way to Oxford for the same reason." "Oh my God, Sam. It musta been fate." She leaned over to me as much as her seatbelt would allow and kissed me in a vigorous lip lock. We were holding the kiss as the plane gave a very violent shudder. "Talk about an earth shaking kiss," I said as we broke the lip lock but hot the near clinch." Sandra giggled but didn't seem overly frightened with the shuddering aircraft. Suddenly the plane plummeted down swiftly enough to push us tightly against our seat belts. That did bring back Sandra's fright. We held each other as we rode out a bad ten minutes of severe turbulence until the plane could regain the lost altitude and the flight quieted down again. The rest of the flight was smooth and unruffled. "What college are you going to, Sandra?" "I'll be at Trinity College to study drama. You?" "My college is Bolliol College to study English history." "Oh, Sam, I hope the colleges aren't too far apart." "What, you planning on seeing more of me, Sandra?" "Don't you want me to?" "You'd better believe I want you to. Very much." The kiss she then gave me could've burned down a barn. Somewhat later as we neared the end of the flight, Sandra poked me and said, "Sam, I've got to pee something awful. I've held back way too long. I was too afraid to unbuckle and get up 'til now." Sam: Life After Olivia Since I was in the aisle seat, I had to unbuckle and stand to let Sandra out. When she gained the aisle, she spoke to me again, in a whisper in my ear. "In a few minutes, come and join me." And she walked unsteadily away. God, that was out of the blue. But I stared at my watch until three minutes later and stood up. We'd not made up any kind of code, but I made up a short, random series of light knocks on the door. The door opened and I slipped in. Sandra had her slacks and panties around her ankles. Her bald and quite moist pussy gleamed in the bright, artificial light. "Sam. I told you I was aggressive. I hope you don't think me to aggressive, but I can't help myself with you. Please tell me it's ok." "It's more than ok, Sandra. Put your hands on the wall and bend over the stool. We don't have much room in here." Sandra assumed the position. My cock was hard long before I pulled it free of my pants. I ran it between her legs, up and down her slit to slick the old fuck stick up a bit. "Squat just a bit, Sandra." When she did, my cockhead quickly found the entrance to her love channel. I pushed home with a couple of tries to bury ole John Peter balls deep. We were both horny as hell and thus came together after only a half dozen or so strokes. I pulled free of the embrace of Sandra's lower lips and wiped my deflated cock as clean as I could over the basin. Sandra had sat on the stool and was trying to wipe herself up. "I'll leave first, Sandra, while you finish up. Be sure to lock the door again so people know the room's still occupied. Wait a little longer before you come back. How does it feel to now be a member of the mile high club?" "The what?" "I'll explain when you get back to our seats." I slipped out and heard the lock reengage. I made it back to our seats with only a few knowing glances only one of which showed strong disapproval. Sandra returned a few minutes later. I guess she wanted to make sure that I'd want to see more of her after the flight ended. "Sam, are you feeling what I'm feeling?" "What are you feeling, Sandra?" "Sparks that jump between you and me. I think I've already fallen for you, Sam, in a big way--a very big way." "That's a relief, Sandra, because the feeling is mutual. I definitely felt the sparks. And yes, I've also already fallen for you in an equally big way." "So now what then, Sam?" "I don't know yet, but I sure don't want to lose you now that I've just found you. We'll have to think this through. So, 'till we land, let's just each think about this in our own head and then compare notes at the airport restaurant after we're down." "Ok." Sandra was still holding my hand, just not in a vise like death grip. But the death grip returned some time latter as the flight attendants told us to buckle up as we'd be landing in less than thirty minutes. So it happened, the plane coming down in a flawless and near perfect landing as smooth as silk. We taxied to the gate and the engines spooled down. We deplaned, cleared customs, and walked hand-in-hand to a restaurant. Sandra nearly broke my hand again. "Hey, girl, I'm not going to let go of you. You squeeze any harder and you'll break it." "I'm sorry, Sam, it's just that I've never quite felt like this before and I don't want to lose you." We found a table and ordered something, I don't remember what. We just stared across the table at each other, looking into the other's eyes. One of her hands was on top of one of mine while we sipped a drink from our other hand. "May I make a suggestion, Sandra?" "Sure." "You know about Olivia. I have to look her up while I'm over here--there's no way I can avoid that and I don't want to. But I won't be sleeping with her." Sandra's face was an interesting study at that point, but inscrutable. I went on. "Why don't I call her and see if we can meet up with her and ask her advice about things over here? Then we can make more definite plans." "Yes, call her." Still so inscrutable. Olivia was home and was blown over when I called. It took a couple of minutes before I could calm her down so we could talk. I told her about Sandra, why we were in England, and something of our needs. "There's nothing for it, love, you two just have to stay here with me 'til I get you too settled in somewhere. She told me what connecting flight to get for Oxford and an address. When you're flight gets in, I'll be waiting at the gate for you. Bye 'til then." I never got the chance to ask any questions. So, another plane flight. Sandra's going to love that. The flight was short and uneventful. True to her word, Olivia was waiting for us at the gate. The two girls looked at each other and I'd swear sparks flew. Their faces, however, were inscrutable--both of them. Dear God, I hope those two aren't going to have a cat fight. I don't want to lose Sandra over this thing. We got our stuff out to her car and barely had room left for the three of us to get in. Her car certainly wasn't a big, American Buick. "Depending on traffic, our ride's just over an hour. Think you stand squeezed up that long?" "Oh, I don't mind at all," Sandra offered. Her left side was glued to my right side by the stuff around us. I didn't mind a bit either. "Won't this be an inconvenience to you and Keith, having us move in with you?" "Not at all. Keith's no longer with me." "Oh, I'm sorry, Olivia, I thought you two were firmly committed." "So did I Sam, but he wasn't here when I got back and I've not ventured to get involved with another just now." "Again, I'm sorry, Olivia." Sandra dug her elbow into my side. I don't know what that was supposed to mean. We got things unloaded and stacked, at least temporarily, in Sandra's extra room. But, she had to move a few things out first. The girls were again looking strangely at each other, strangely to me anyway. "Olivia, is there someplace I can convert some currency?" "Yes, There's a currency exchange pretty near. I'd drive you, but I have to finish some jobs here first." "That's ok, Olivia, I need to get out and stretch my legs a bit after all the plane riding." I skipped out, humming a merry tune quietly to myself. I was gone about an hour. I walked back into Olivia's flat and stopped cold. No girls. Damn, I sure as hell hope they didn't end up in a big cat fight while I was gone. Shit. I knew I shouldn't have walked out of the flat that soon. I had a strong urge to pee, so, first things first. I was about to open the bathroom door when I heard the sound. Or should I say, I heard the sounds, plural. "Ohhh," "Ooooohh," "More," "Harder." Then, all I heard were low groans and moans. Jesus, are they pulling hair and gouging eyes in there? Then I heard another sound. Squishy, squelchy sounds. Oh my God! They're sure as hell going at each other in there but it damned sure isn't a cat fight. The door to Olivia's bedroom was barely ajar. I pushed it open a bit further. The two girls were bare assed naked and Xed together, sharing a double ended dildo! Each seemed to be trying to out hump the other and envelop more dildo than the other. Those sparks I thought I saw sure weren't the sparks of envy or jealousy. My jaw nearly hit the floor, it dropped open so far. I just stared in a frozen daze. Sandra saw me first. "Well hi, Sam. Are you going to just stand there like a dummy or are you going to join us in some fun?" I ambled into the room, shedding clothes as I ambled. "Answer your question, Sandra?" I climbed on the bed on my knees and kept two mouths happy on the way to my first come of the evening. It was just down and fucking fantastic after that. They even used on end of that dildo to ream out my virgin ass. Except for a few bathroom breaks and two showers, en Troika, none of us left that bed until late the next morning. The only thing that could have made things more perfect would of been to have Nik with us. But I wasn't greedy--two girls at a time as sexually voracious as those two were was more than enough for me to handle. When we finally got up and dressed, we agreed to stay with Olivia through most of September at least 'till and if we found other living arrangements before the Michaelmas Term began in October. It certainly looked as if it was going to be an interesting year in England. That was even more true when I later got a wire that Nik's Christmas present from the folks was a week in England to spend with me. Ah, the Gods are certainly smiling upon me. 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.)