OLGA & SAM

SAMATHA AND HER OLGA

A Fictitious Tale Of Russian

Ladies Who Make It Big

By Izzy Ess of Grande Vitesse

Samantha Samovar had lived in Vladivostok with her boyfriend Tovarich Malkevich, for two whole years, before she realized that Toby had a mistress, in old Moksha, by the name of Olga Cornucopia, a figure-skating champion.  She invited Olga to a restaurant and was impressed by Olga’s statuesque great figure with the shapeliest of breasts and hips.  “Are you happy with my Toby?” Sam did ask, and Olga smiled and said, “Of course, I am, my dear.  Why, aren’t you?”  Samantha did demur and say, “I was until I found out all about you and your great fame.  I can’t compete with you.  You are a beauty Queen and worthy of the best of men.  Why did you pick my Toby?”  Olga smiled again and said, “Your Toby and I have been good friends since kindergarten.  We always dreamed of being lovers when the time was ripe and so we hooked up when I turned thirteen and he turned fourteen, five whole years ago.  We fit together like two Russian leather gloves!”

Samantha talked with Olga for three hours and realized she had a dream of marriage with Tovarich, since she was a little girl of five.  They’d learned together all about the differences that little boys and girls could demonstrate and had been thrilled to meet in some old closets for their mutually quite enthusiastic curiosities.  Olga was impressive in so many ways.  Samantha ordered Beaujolais, a full bottle, and the two new friends began to drain the litre of great wine.  They started laughing about Toby’s great fixation on their breasts.  They walked together in the rain to the small apartment building where Samantha and her Toby lived.  They had been holding hands and giggling like two little girls,

Inside, Samantha stripped off all their wet and soggy clothes.  They lit the fire in the small hearth and hung their clothes to dry on two big wooden chairs.  Samantha had two sexy, see-through gauzy robes, which they did don.  Samantha brewed some Russian tea which helped to take the chill away.  When Olga kissed her on the lips, Samantha melted in her arms and kissed her passionately.  The giggling stopped while the two new friends began to feel each other’s breasts and lower private parts.  They lay beside the fire in the hearth and helped each other get to Paradise.

Our Olga spent the night with our Samantha making love so passionately.  In the morning, Olga had an early practice time and Sam was needed early in the office of a Commissar.  Tovarich came home later having spent the night with a Maria Sophie Bramovitch, a waitress at the Russian Tea Room restaurant.  He was exhausted and lay down to sleep, having called his boss, a KGB official, and he claimed he had the flu.

Our Olga was distracted by her memories of Sam.  She fell so many times, her coach just sent her home.  She took a nap and dreamt of Sam’s anatomy and woke up wet and orgiastic, aching for her new friend’s fingers.  Sam could not concentrate and the Commissar got angry at her inability to type his letter without errors, eh?  He sent our Sam away and said she needed rest.  Sam wandered through the streets of Moksha ‘til she found the beautiful apartment house in which her Olga lived.  She rang the bell and was admitted by a hot and bothered Olga who just grabbed her hand and pulled her in.  Olga tore the clothes off Sam and pulled her to her bed with silken sheets.  They grappled with each other playfully and then began to feel each other’s honeypots.  Their passion was intensive and they took each other to the heights of Mount Olympus and to the depths of Sodom and Gomorrah.  Samantha spent the night and a full two days with Olga.  Olga called her coach and claimed she had the Avian bad flu.  Samantha called her Commissar and claimed she had the Asian flu.

Tovarich woke in time to get to Russian Tea Room restaurant, where his latest conquest, Ms. Maria Sophie Bramovitch did work.  She was happy he came by to walk her home and spend the night.  She had the next two days off and our Toby spent the next two whole days and two nights at her apartment.  Our Tovarich was impressed with his new girlfriend’s willingness to use her ample breasts to grasp his manhood and massage his shaft to make him squirt his salty semen right into her mouth and swallow every drop with relish and enthusiasm.  She also liked some back-door stuffing and would squeal delightfully when he did make deposits in her back-door inner private parts.

So spent and tired was our Tovarich when his waitress had to work again, he wandered over to his Olga’s place and surprised both Olga and Samantha in the throes of passion.  He watched while his two girlfriends touched their four great ample breasts together.  He did drop his trousers and revealed his throbbing manhood as it came alive and squirted all his semen on the both of them.  The women laughed and pushed him on the floor and sat on him while fingering each other’s honeypots.  Tovarich did become again quite hard and throbbing and he squirted more of his old salty stuff around the floor.  The women rubbed his nose in it and laughed with some derision at him.  Our Tovarich was dejected and rejected and he dressed and left.  Olga and Samantha carried on and didn’t mind that he had left.

Tovarich wandered over to the Russian Tea Room restaurant and found that his new conquest had already left.  He went to her apartment and was surprised that she had company, a Commissar, who told him in a harsh voice that he should go away.  Rejected and dejected, once again, our Toby went to see his mother who had little sympathy for his long tale of disappointments.  She did make him borscht and served him some brown ice-cream as she had done when he was younger.  He whimpered but enjoyed his mother’s company.  He stayed with her a whole two weeks and wore his old pajamas with the bunny rabbits on them.  His mother fed and nourished him and patted him upon his head, and kept him warm at night with cuddling him with her large breasts that he found comforting.  His mother told him fairy stories and did sing some lullabies.  He retrieved his clothes from Sam’s apartment and moved back with his own mother for some twenty years.

Samantha did give up her own apartment and moved in with her own champion.  She resigned her job and became her Olga’s manager, quite successfully.  Olga’s figure-skating was improved and she won several bigger money prizes all that year and afterwards, when she went on the road with her own show and dazzled everyone.  The team of Olga and Samantha did a tour of North America and South America and made a lot of money for them both.  They were able to retire to Switzerland and buy a huge chalet atop an Alpine mountain top, near Grindlwald.  They stayed together happily, just getting younger every day, for their whole lifetimes.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

November 8, 2013