OLIVIA-SAM-SANDRA-NIKKI: THE PLOT THICKENS ©
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.
NOTE:
This is the third and final installment of the Olivia series. Recommendation is to read (1) OLIVIA: THE TUTOR and (2) SAM: LIFE AFTER OLIVIA for necessary plot and character background. ALSO Readers might want to Google Mary Celeste for an interesting story of the that real ship if you aren't already familiar with her story.
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OLIVIA
Now it was my turn to bid farewell to Sam as he and Sandra departed on the passenger ship, the MARY CELESTE, as the tugs nudged her away from the pier. I couldn't find them in the crowd on the decks that waved and shouted good-bye, Bon Voyage, and the like. But I knew they were somewhere in that bunch of passengers. God, but I'll miss those two.
I already miss Sam's sister Nikki. She only had a week with us over Christmas holiday. She'd flown over as a Christmas present from her parents and then flown back to the states. Sam and Sandra flew to England later that fall for their year of study at Oxford, but took a boat back because Sandra was deathly afraid of flying. She said she'd never get in an airplane again.
My suppos'd soul mate wasn't waiting for me as he'd promised when I returned to England after my year of study in the USA. That stay in the states had been much more enjoyable by my side activity of "tutoring" Sam. Hah! With proper preparation, that "tutoring" became a near year long sexcapade with Sam and with his sister Nikki joining in as well.
The arrival of Sam filled a real vacuum in my life in more ways than one. He arrived in Oxford, but with a woman in tow, Sandra. Unbelievably, they'd just met on the plane. But that was more than alright since Sandra and I clicked with silent sparks of desire the moment we met. The three of us became a happy Menage-a-Troi for the whole year.
But none of the three of us forgot our academics. We found the time to study and do our assignments--then we played. All three of us did exceedingly well at the university. But, Oh My God, those late nights after the studying was done--indescribable nights of lusty, libidinous bursting, hedonistic, and yes, Sapphic pleasures of the flesh.
For example, I remember the first night that Sam and Sandra, after accepting my offer, settled in with me. After an early and light evening meal, Sam said he had to run some errands. He didn't say what they were.
"Girls, I'll be back in about two hours. Keep the hearth burning for me."
What the hell? Sam just got here and knows nothing whatever about the area. What kind of 'errand' could he have? Where?
Sam gave an evil grin, more leer actually, and was out the door.
Sandra turned from the door and asked, "Shall we?"
"Oh yes, we certainly shall," was my rejoinder.
We embraced in a tight clinch with a long lasting, passionate, French kiss that about blew both our minds. Sandra raised her hands above her head; I removed her top and mini bra. I proceeded to tongue and kiss my way down her neck and chest to lose myself in, on, and around her tits.
Sandra's nipples erected immediately when I took her bra off. Such gorgeous aureole and nipples; my pussy responded with a gush of girl juice. Though I lapped all around her boobs, those nipples were the bullseye of my target.
My action was then reciprocated as Sandra nudged my arms and I raised them to allow her to remove my top and little bra. She went to work on my neck, chest, and boobs with even more vigor than I'd used on her. She was just voracious.
I finally got my hands on the waist band of her slacks and drug off both the slacks and her miniscule panties. A glossy bush of flaming red curls greeted me.
"Oh shit, Sandra, what a gorgeous garden of delight you have there. I really like pussy fur."
"So does Sam," said Sandra.
"Yes, I discovered that last year while tutoring Sam. He wouldn't let me shave my pussy."
I dropped to my knees and buried my face in that red garden to savor the aroma of a very aroused female and to get my nose and mouth into those velvety folds of her moist womanhood. Talk about wet. She was creaming nearly nonstop.
She convulsed in a moderate orgasm.
When Sandra somewhat recovered, she yanked down my slacks and panties. She in turn dropped to her knees and dove her face into my cunt.
"Oh, Olivia, you've still not shaved your cunt."
"No, I sort of got to like the pussy fur myself."
After that, I couldn't talk anymore, just moan and groan as Sandra did an expert job with her tongue. When she hit my clit, I was off in my own orgasm.
"Let's get to my bedroom, Sandra--NOW."
I pushed Sandra onto the bed before turning to my night stand where I came up with a fat, ten inch dildo with which I tickled her nose and face.
"God, Olivia, that looks nice and my pussy is aching."
"Well then, Sandra, let's see if this can do something about that ache."
Sandra emitted a loud, pleasurable groan as I used the dildo to diddle around on her outer labia. She groaned even louder when I moved the dildo partially into her slit and moved it up and down in teasingly slow strokes. I'd flip the dildo under her clit about every fifth round or so.
Since Sandra remained soaked in her own juices, the dildo easily sunk into her channel when I found her gate.
"OH, oh, oh," she kept grunting as I advanced that fake fuck stick two measures and retreated with one measure and just kept doing same 'til I had most of the ten inches inside her cunt. Her hips were undulating and pumping with real force.
"Well now, just what do we have going on here, girls?"
Neither of us had heard Sam quietly enter the apartment and make his way to the bedroom.
"Sam!" we both shouted in unison.
"Who else? I noticed the spark between you when you met. I figured if I got out of the way, you two'd find a way to express that spark. I see I was right."
"Oh Sam, get your ass and your fucking cock up here and help us. We need a real cock."
"Ok, Olivia, since you asked so politely, I will. Olivia, you keep working on Sandra's cunt with that dildo. I'll get behind you and give you the real thing."
