Sam: Life After Olivia

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[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 tuzla escort 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.”


“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 tuzla escort bayan 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.


“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 escort tuzla 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.



“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?”


“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.

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