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Amy Comes For The Weekend

By: jamboman



The young woman checked the time on her wristwatch and looked out of the bus window. They would reach the bus station in about five minutes. She hoped that Rob would be waiting for her, as she didn't want to wait around in the station dressed the way she was.

Amy MacGregor is a 20-year old college student, and on this Friday afternoon she is on the way to pay a weekend visit with her best friend's father, Rob Crawford. She looked at her own reflection in the bus window and was pleased at what she saw. She hoped that Rob would also like her appearance. Amy had dressed carefully for the occasion. She was wearing a mini kilt, white turtleneck sweater, white socks pulled up close to the knee, and black shoes. Her jet black hair hung down to her shoulders. Despite her name, Amy has distinct Japanese looks, thanks to her mother. The 'MacGregor' name came from her Scottish father. Like many children of mixed-race marriages, she is very attractive. The high cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes come from her mother, but she's inherited her father's blue eyes. The combination of a darker complexion and light eyes make a striking and appealing contrast.

The bus pulled into the station and Amy was grateful to see that Rob was already there. She licked her lips to give them a moist sheen, gathered up her belongings and stepped off the bus. The reaction she got from Rob was exactly what she had hoped for.

He gaped at her in awe and amazement.

Rob Crawford is a divorced man of about 40 years old. His wife had been in the real estate business, and had left him for a man ten years younger. She had hoped that her smooth-talking young lover would make his millions selling condos in Florida, but now they were living in a low-cost mobile home park in Clearwater, spending their days drinking cheap vodka and wondering why the condo market had gone into the tank. Rob had been bitter at first, but soon realized that he was better off without his wife. He learned after she left that she had fucked half the men in her office, hoping to find that free ride to the easy life. He was finally getting his life back in order, although he had yet to find a woman he wanted to live with. And now he was at the bus station waiting for his daughter and her pretty young room-mate. He was looking forward to a pleasant weekend with the girls. 

Amy smiled and waved at him as she stepped off the bus, then ran over and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi Rob, thanks for coming to meet me."

"My god, Amy," Rob stammered. "You look incredible. You look like a ... a ... Japanese schoolgirl in that little kilt."

Amy laughed at his discomfort. Her plan had worked perfectly. "Maybe that's because I AM a Japanese schoolgirl or, at least, a Japanese college girl."

"I can scarcely believe my eyes," he said as he held her at arms length and looked at her up and down. "That's a very, very sexy outfit."

His words were cut short by the compressed-air hiss of the bus doors being closed. All the passengers had disembarked. Rob looked past Amy at the bus.

"Where's Julie?"

"Julie told me to say she's sorry, but her professor gave out a team assignment at the last minute. The assignment is due Monday or Tuesday and she has to work with three other kids from her class on it. She would have let them down if she had come here for the weekend."

"That's too bad," said Rob, looking genuinely disappointed. He always enjoyed the visits from his daughter. His 20-year old daughter Julie was Amy's room-mate at college and they had become very good friends. The two young women often came to visit him on weekends during the school term as the college was only a 2-hour bus drive from his home. "I guess it's just you and me for the weekend, then."

"Yes," said Amy enthusiastically. "I hope that's OK with you. I'm looking forward to having you all to myself for nearly two days."

"I feel the same. I should be a lot of fun. But let's get you home now, as I see that you're getting lots of stares from the men around here. A bus station is not the best place to be for a good-looking girl who's dressed like you. If we hang around here much longer, you're liable to get groped."

Rob picked up her small suitcase and, as they walked to the parking lot, Amy put her arm through his and briefly leaned her head on his shoulder. Despite himself, Rob felt very proud to have this beautiful woman walking with him, and he knew he was envied by every man who saw him.

As they drove home, Rob could scarcely keep his eyes on the road. He kept taking discreet sidelong glances at Amy. Her kilt was very short and barely covered her crotch as she sat in the car. Rob could hardly take his eyes off the shapely, bare legs that were completely exposed under the kilt. He also noticed the curved swell of her breasts, shown off nicely by her sleeveless sweater. He'd met Amy many times before, and knew that she was an attractive young woman, but it wasn't until now that he realized that she was also incredibly sexy. He felt a slight movement in his cock, and was embarrassed to realize that he was getting aroused. Fuck, he thought to himself. If I'm getting horny after being with her for only ten minutes, how the hell am I going to get through the entire weekend without making an ass of myself? He shifted a little in his seat, hoping that the bulge in his pants would not be noticed by Amy.

But Amy had also been looking sideways discreetly, and now she noticed a slight swelling in the front of Rob's pants as he shifted in his seat. A very faint smile flickered across her lips.

When they got home Amy went up to change, going to the bedroom she and Julie always used when they visited. Rob cracked a couple of beers for them. Amy re-appeared within a few minutes. The sexy schoolgirl outfit was gone, replaced by a baggy Dallas Cowboys football sweater that hung down to mid-thigh. Her legs were bare and so were her feet. Despite the change of clothes, she was still looking very sexy. Rob wondered how he was going to get through the weekend without grabbing her.

To make his discomfort worse, Amy walked to him and gave him a long close hug. The top of her head barely reached his chin. She smelled divine.

"Thanks for inviting me Rob," she whispered into his chest. "I really enjoy coming here. I love your company, and you always make me feel right at home."

She raised herself onto her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek once more. He desperately wanted to crush his mouth onto hers, but controlled himself. He stepped back a pace, but continued to hold onto her shoulders.

"You're always welcome here, Amy. But if you get any better looking, you'll have to stop coming here alone. In the future, I might not be responsible for my actions." He forced a laugh, trying to convince her, and himself, that he was joking. She picked up on the intended joke, and played along with him. 

"Maybe we should just get married, and we wouldn't have to worry about stuff like that. If you propose to me, I'll accept. We can start our honeymoon this weekend if you want."

He looked at her and smiled, wondering if she was joking or was serious. But he didn't want the conversation to get out of hand. He was having enough difficulty controlling himself without getting into a suggestive conversation about sex with Amy.

"Maybe we should just have a beer instead," he said as he handed her one of the bottles. "It'll help me cool down. All the talk about us having a honeymoon is giving me crazy ideas." And he forced another laugh.

"OK," she said, turning her eyes and mouth down in a fake act of sadness. "If you insist, I'll forget about the honeymoon. But I can still pretend to be your wife in other ways. I'll make dinner tonight. Would you like spaghetti?"

"Yes, my beautiful young 'wife', I would like that very much." And they laughed together.

Amy was true to her word. Later that day she made a wonderful meal of spaghetti and chicken balls. As she floated around in his kitchen he could barely take his eyes off those wonderful naked legs. The couple washed the meal down with a bottle of fine cabernet. They chatted and joked throughout the meal, enjoying each other's company immensely.

Afterwards, they sat on a sofa and watched a movie on a DVD that Amy had brought with her. She sat close beside him, her legs curled up underneath her, leaning against him as they watched the movie. He wrapped an arm around her, stroking her shoulder and her hair. From her closeness to his arm he realized that she was not wearing a bra. At most, she was wearing only the big sweater and panties ... and he wasn't sure about the panties!

Once again he was getting aroused and, once again, he shifted in his seat to try to hide the bulge in his pants. To make matters worse, the movie she had brought contained some very graphic sex scenes. He could hear and feel Amy's breathing getter heavier and faster as they watched the man and woman on the screen engage in passionate love-making, and when Amy rested her hand on his thigh he thought he was going to cum in his pants. He was sorely tempted to throw caution to the wind and fuck the wonderful young creature right there and then on the sofa. That's what she wanted, wasn't it? But he closed his eyes firmly and tried to shut out all such wild thoughts from his mind. He kept telling himself that it would be unforgivable to fuck his daughter's best friend. 

Somehow, he got through the movie without attacking his visitor, and when it was over they both agreed that it was late, and time for bed. He walked with her to her bedroom door. He thought about walking her into the room and over to the bed, but managed to stop himself from doing that. He hesitated, half-hoping that she would invite him in, but she didn't. They stood in silence for a few seconds, holding hands and simply looking at each other. Finally, she leaned forward quickly, kissed him lightly on the mouth, murmured a quiet "Goodnight", turned into the room, closed the door, and was gone.

Rob walked the few feet to his bedroom feeling the pain of disappointment. Amy had given him several strong signals ever since she got off the bus. The sexy schoolgirl outfit. The discussion about having a honeymoon. The movie with explicit sex scenes. Her hand resting on his thigh, only inches from his stiff cock. Was she really giving him the 'come-on' or was it all in his imagination? Did she really want him to fuck her? He was eighteen years her senior, and the father of her best friend. If he had made a move to fuck her, and he had misread her signals, the effects of his action would have been catastrophic. His daughter would never forgive him for his stupidity, and he would feel like a fool forever. 

He was disappointed that he hadn't fucked the beautiful young woman, yet relieved at the same time. He had come very close to making a complete ass of himself and only Amy's common sense had saved the situation. He resolved that tomorrow he would control himself better.

Rob had a quick shower, dried himself off, and slipped into bed completely naked, as was his custom. As he lay in bed, he thought of the delightful Amy, also lying in bed only a few feet away from his room. He wondered what it would be like to see her naked. He wondered what it would be like to fuck her. He realized that he should be ashamed for thinking such thoughts about a woman almost twenty years younger than himself, and who was his daughter's best friend too. 

But he wasn't ashamed, and his mind conjured up erotic images of a naked Amy sprawled on a bed. He wondered what it would be like to caress that lovely firm body. He imagined the pleasure he would get by spreading her legs apart. He wondered what her pussy tasted like. He hadn't fucked a woman in several weeks and his needs were great. 

With pleasant thoughts of Amy filling his mind, he drifted off to sleep. He was vaguely aware of the darkened room suddenly brightening from a distant lightening flash. He realized that a summer storm was brewing.

He was wakened shortly afterwards. He wondered how long he's been asleep, and why he had wakened. He could hear heavy rain hammering against the bedroom window. A flash of lightening turned the room as bright as day, and he jumped in surprise as he saw the silhouette of a woman standing beside his bed. Two seconds after the flash, there was a loud crash of thunder, and the woman knelt down beside the bed. It was Amy, and she was whimpering in fear.

"Rob," she whispered, her voice trembling, "I'm scared. Can I stay with you for a while?" 

Rob was groggy was sleep. "Scared? Scared of what?"

"The thunder; I'm scared of storms." At that moment there was another bright flash of lightening. Amy squeaked in panic and, not waiting for Rob's reply, pulled back the bed covers and slipped in beside him. She snuggled against his body as the thunder shook the house, and Rob could feel her body trembling.

He was also very well aware that he was completely naked, and this young woman was in his bed, pressed up against him. Nevertheless, he knew that she was terrified, and he put his arms around her, comforting her. She was wearing a loose tee-shirt, and he stroked her back and shoulders through the thin material. She responded by putting her arms around him.

The storm raged on, and with each crash of thunder she hugged him fiercely. She was recovering from her fear, and the trembling eventually stopped. But she was still pressed firmly against him. He grew more and more aware of her physical presence. He could feel her warm breath on his neck. He could feel the swell of her small breasts, unhindered by any bra, as they pressed against him. He could feel her smooth legs lying alongside his own legs. He could feel her arms around him.

And, with horror, he could feel his erection as it grew harder!

And he knew that she could feel it too, pressed against him as she was. 

Eventually the storm began to move away, and the thunder became fainter. Amy made no attempt to disentangle herself from Rob's embrace. He wondered if she had fallen asleep. If not, he was sure that she was aware of his erection, but was unsure of what to say or do about it, if anything.

Amy removed all the doubts from his mind. She reached in between their bodies and grasped his hard cock. Rob jumped as he felt the hand wrap around his cock.

"I'm sorry, Rob. See what I've done to you, all because of my stupid fear of storms."

"It's not your fault, Amy, but this is really embarrassing. You should go back to your own room now. The storm has passed."

"I can't leave you like this. I'll fix things for you before I go." And she slid under the bedclothes, still holding his cock, pushing him over onto his back.

"No! No! Amy, stop! You don't have to do this!" He threw the bed clothes back, and there was enough dim light in the room for him to see the young woman as she lowered her mouth onto his cock. But he didn't try to stop her or push her away. The woman he had been fantasizing over all afternoon and evening was about to suck his cock! 

Any hesitation he might have felt about the situation vanished as he felt her warm mouth engulf his cock. He let a low groan of pleasure escape from his lips at the exquisite sensation. She worked her hand up and down the shaft as she sucked gently, her head bobbing up and down slowly. He knew that he was going to come quickly. Suddenly she stopped, and pulled her mouth off his shaft.

"I don't want you to come in my mouth. I want you to come inside me," she whispered. She sat up quickly and pulled off the tee-shirt, then lay down on her back and slid her panties down her legs, and over her feet. She lay beside him, now as naked as he. She grasped his cock in her hand once more, and pulled him towards her.

"Lie on top of me," she ordered quietly, pulling on his cock.

Rob was no longer in control of the situation and did as she ordered, lying on top of the young woman. She parted her legs, and wrapped them around the back of his thighs. He raised his hips as she directed his cock towards her pussy. She stroked the soft tip up and down the folds of her flesh, and he could feel her moistness as she placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her body.

"Fuck me, Rob, please," she whispered urgently. She pushed her hips up towards him as he pushed down and, despite his misgivings, his cock slid into Amy as smoothly and easily as anything he had ever felt. Amy let out a slow hiss of pleasure as she felt his cock go deep inside her body, and Rob groaned again as her felt her tight cunt muscles grip his hardness. She began to move her hips up and down, impaling herself on his cock, then withdrawing from him almost completely. He moved his hips in rhythm with hers, trying to ensure that his cock was stroking her clitoris as it slid in and out, up and down. 

The sensations were all too exquisite for him, and within a few seconds he could feel the orgasm building inside him. He moved faster and faster, fucking her as hard as he could, and the young woman responded, moving her hips as fast as she could too. With a growl he came, and she let out a moan as she felt his cum spurting into her, and she fucked him as hard as she could, milking the fluid out of his body. His orgasm lasted a long time, and he continued to thrust into her until she came too, whimpering quietly, and he felt the tightness in her cunt intensify.

They thrust against each other until passion was replaced by exhaustion, then they lay still in each other's arms. Rob moved his weight of Amy's body, and they lay side by side, in silence, until the last of the thunder faded away in the distance. Rob looked at the clock. It was only 1AM. 

He was the first to speak.

"I'm sorry. I feel that I've taken advantage of you. Are you OK?"

"I'm not sorry. I'm glad we made love. And I feel wonderful," she replied. "You're a great lover and you made me come. I hope that this won't be the last time we have sex."

"Really? Are you sure? Our age difference worries me. Doesn't it bother you?"

"Age has nothing to do with it. We're good in bed together and that's all that matters."

"What about Julie?" he asked, thinking about his daughter. "How do you think she'll feel when she learns that her father has fucked her best friend?"

"First, you didn't fuck me, we fucked each other. It was a mutual thing. Second, Julie's a cool chick. She might never find out but, even if she does, she'll be OK with it, I'm sure."

Amy rolled on to her side, and took hold of his limp cock once again.

"We're talking too much and fucking too little. How much rest do you need before you're ready to go again?" she asked playfully.

"It depends on the woman," he replied with a laugh.

"I take that as a challenge," she said teasingly, and slid down his body once more. His cock was sticky with dried juices, hers and his. She took the limp member into her mouth and sucked hard. She tasted herself on his cock, and thought that it didn't taste too bad at all, quite pleasant actually. She could see why men liked to eat pussy if it tasted like this. She had never tasted pussy, although she and Julie had smooched on the bed in their college dorm on a few occasions. Those had just been mouth-on-mouth kisses, usually after too many tequila shooters and when a boyfriend wasn't available. She hadn't attached any significance to those kissing episodes at the time. Just a bit of fun, that was all it was. Now Amy was having other thoughts about Julie, more erotic thoughts.

She had continued to suck and caress Rob's cock, and her efforts were bringing a reward. The cock was stiffening nicely and was beginning to fill her mouth. Rob was feeling the result too, and was beginning to face-fuck the woman, slowly moving his hips up and down while he uttered small murmurs of pleasure.


Amy Comes For The Weekend Ch. 02



This story is a sequel to "Amy Comes for the Weekend", and I recommend that you read that story first.

The story and the characters so far:

Amy MacGregor, a stunning, self-assured 20-year old college student of Japanese/Scottish heritage. She's confused over her sexuality as she is having a torrid love affair with Rob Crawford, yet she is also sexually attracted to Rob's look-alike daughter, Julie, who is her roommate at college. Amy's one attempt at seducing Julie was rejected.

Julie Crawford is an attractive 20-year old redhead, who is innocent and naïve about sexual matters. She is in awe of her beautiful and assured roommate, Amy. She, like Amy, is also confused about her sexuality. She has strong feelings towards Amy, but doesn't know how to deal with them. Although she now regrets rejecting Amy's advances, she's uncertain about having sex with a woman.

Rob Crawford, Julie's 40-year old divorced father, and Amy's lover for the last month. Whenever Amy visits him for the weekend, the visit is always a wild fuck-fest. Rob is infatuated with the beautiful Eurasian woman, despite their age difference, and would do anything to please her.

* * * *

Amy and Julie went about their normal routine, acting as though nothing had ever happened between them. Amy was determined that she would try again to seduce the appealing redhead but, next time, she would be more subtle and only make her move when she felt certain of getting between Julie's legs. In the meantime, she continued her hot affair with Rob, even if it was only on weekends.

Julie was spending more and more time thinking about the night that Amy try to seduce her, and she was becoming more convinced that she had made a mistake in pushing Amy away. It had been an unexpected shock when Amy had suddenly kissed her hard, shoving her tongue deep into Julie's mouth and putting her hand on Julie's pussy, and Julie had reacted instinctively. It was only a few minutes later that she had masturbated furiously, fantasizing about what had happened. And she was masturbating more frequently now than she had ever done in her life. And each time she did, it was fantasies about Amy that filled her mind. She wanted to tell Amy to try again, but her small-town conservative upbringing made it impossible for her to suggest such a thing. She would have to wait for Amy to kiss her again. Next time, Julie hoped she would be much more receptive.

So, as the weeks went by, each of the two young women was waiting for the other to give a signal, or to make a move, that would take their relationship to a more intimate level. 

One Monday morning, as Amy was walking through the campus, she saw a girl named Paula. Amy knew very little about her, other than that Paula was studying to be a nurse. Both girls merely nodded a greeting to each other as they passed. But meeting Paula got Amy thinking about nurses and doctors, and the germ of an idea popped into her head. Very quickly the idea grew in her mind, then the idea became a plan. Amy grinned widely at her plan, and congratulated herself. Amy, you're a fucking genius, she thought. Then she changed direction and headed toward the campus drugstore to buy the two items she would need for the evening.

* * * *

Amy was very excited when she later walked into the small room that she shared with Julie.

"You'll never guess what I learned today?" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling.

"In that case, you're going to have to tell me," replied Julie with a smile.

"I was talking to a girl named Paula, who's studying to be a nurse. They had a female doctor speaking to them in class today. Afterwards, the doctor had coffee with Paula and a couple of the other girls in the cafeteria, and the doctor told them all kinds of neat stuff about her job." 

"OK."

"And one of the things she said was that more than half of her young female patients have their pubic hair shaved."

"Shaved? You mean they're bald?"

"Some are bald, but mostly they have their hair shaved into shapes. We're talking about young women with partners."

Julie was genuinely puzzled. "What do you mean they have it shaved into shapes? What sort of shapes?"

Amy giggled. "She said that the most popular shape is a heart. They have their pussy hair shaved into the shape of a heart to amuse their partner."

"That's wild! And more than half of the young women do that? But why would that amuse the partner?" asked Julie, with a puzzled expression on her face.

Amy gave a derisive snort. "Julie, you're so innocent at times. When the partner is going down on the woman, he or she gets a close-up view of a cute little heart. Get it?"

"Ah, now I get it," said Julie, her face turning slightly pink with embarrassment. "And that would be a turn-on for some people, right?"

"Yes! Just as some women have a tattoo on their lower back as a turn-on for their husbands."

The puzzled expression returned to Julie's face. "Why is a tattoo on the lower back a turn-on for a husband?"

Amy sighed patiently. "OK, I'll explain that too. Why does a woman get a tattoo on her lower back? She can't see it herself without a mirror, so what's the point?"

"Some kind of fashion statement maybe?" suggested Julie.

"No, it's nothing to do with fashion. The tattoo on the back gives the husband something to look at when he's fucking his wife doggy style."

"No way!" exclaimed Julie, her mouth open in amazement.

"What other explanation can there be?" asked Amy. "When a man is fucking his wife in the missionary position, he can see her face. He has visual stimulation in addition to what is happening with his cock. But when he's fucking her in the doggy position, all he can see is the back of her head … unless she has an attractive tattoo for him to look at."

"I can tell that you've been thinking about this."

"Yes, I have," answered Amy confidently. "Next time you see a woman around the pool, or in the gym, and you see a tattoo on her lower back, you're looking at a woman who is frequently fucked when she's on her elbows and knees." 

Julie was speechless. She knew a couple of women who had such tattoos, and it gave her a slight erotic thrill to realize that she now knew a little bit about their sexual activities. 

"Anyway," continued Amy, snapping Julie out of her daydream, "it isn't tattoos I'm interested in. It's pussy-shaving that I want to discuss with you."

"What else is there about it to discuss?"

"I need you opinion. I'm going to shave mine to entertain your dad. What do you think of the idea? Do you think he'd like to see a heart?"

Julie held up her hands in mock surrender. "You know my dad much, much better than I do in that regard, so you're on your own. You'll have to make that decision yourself."

"OK then. I'm going to do it! And I'm going to do it tonight, so that he'll get his surprise on Friday when I go for my visit. But I think I'll need your help because I've never done this before."

"I haven't done it either, so it will be the blind leading the blind. And what help could I possibly be, anyway?"

"I don't know yet, but you might help me avoid messing it up. Be here this evening, OK? I have everything we need," and Amy held up a small brown bag containing the razor and shaving gel she bought at the drugstore.

"I'll be here," sighed Julie. "I sure hope that you know what you're doing."

"Between the two of us, we'll figure it out."

"OK, I'll see you later. I have to go to the library for a while. I'll meet you in the cafeteria around six o'clock for a beer and a pizza. Then we'll come back here and take care of your grooming needs." Julie laughed at her own words, grabbed her backpack and walked out of the door.

Amy kicked-off her shoes and lay back on the bed. She stared at the ceiling without seeing it. That went well, she thought. She hadn't scared Julie off with all the talk about pussy shaving and fucking. Julie also hadn't commented when Amy had said "he or she", when describing a partner going down on a woman. She was getting Julie used to the idea of women being sex partners. And she even got Julie to agree to help shave her pussy. She would never have agreed to that a few weeks ago, thought Amy. Their relationship was certainly developing the way Amy had hoped. Yes, she thought, her innocent, naive friend is definitely moving in the right direction. And tonight's pussy shaving event should be very interesting indeed.

Amy could feel the sexual tension in her body. She needed to get rid of that before the pussy shaving. Amy unfastened her jeans, pulled her knees up to her chest, and slid the jeans off. She pulled her panties off and tossed them aside too. Rolling over to the edge of the bed, and naked from the waist down, she reached under her bed and lifted up a small bag. She removed the contents of the bag and laid them on her stomach. There was a 7-inch black dildo and a tube of lubricating gel. She threw the empty bag to the floor beside her panties, and squeezed a large glob of gel onto her fingers. She coated the thick dildo with gel, and wiped the remainder off her fingers onto her pussy lips. She took a deep breath to relax herself, and switched on the dildo. A soft buzzing filled the otherwise silent room. Amy touched the tip of the dildo to her pussy, and felt a delicious tremor run through her genitals. She spread her legs wide and inserted the black shaft slowly into her waiting hole, pushing her hips slightly upward to ease its entry. She hissed in pleasure as she felt herself being filled, and clamped her legs together again, holding the buzzing dildo hard against her clit. A picture of a naked Julie lying in her bed, smiling provocatively at her, floated through Amy's imagination, and she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm. She began to slide the dildo slowly in and out of her wet hole while fingering her clit. 

* * * *

The two girls met in the cafeteria as arranged, had a couple of beers with their pizza, and returned to their room.

"Let's have a shower before we start," suggested Amy, so they undressed, put on robes, and wandered down the hallway to the communal showers. Each of them showered in a separate stall. Afterwards, Julie sat on a bench to dry herself, not bothering to hide her nakedness, and Amy sat on a nearby bench doing the same. Amy glanced at her friend, admiring her body, feeling excited about what lay ahead. Julie was looking around the shower room discreetly, and watched a tall, leggy blonde sophomore as she undressed for her shower. When she walked into the shower stall, Julie got a full view of her shapely body from behind and gaped at the intricate tattoo on the blonde's lower back. Julie thought back to her earlier conversation with Amy about tattoos … that beautiful, elegant woman liked to fuck doggy style! She had a mental image of the blonde on her elbows and knees, her tight round ass pointing provocatively upward as she waited for her boyfriend to enter her from behind. Julie discovered that her pulse was racing at the outrageous thought, and looked quickly away, embarrassed that the sight of a naked woman could excite her. But Amy had been watching Julie, and her reaction had been noted. Amy smiled to herself as she finished drying her body, and put her robe back on. She walked back to the room with Julie following closely behind.

Amy locked the door to their room, and the two women sat on their beds to finish drying their hair.

"Did you see the tattoo on that tall blonde?" asked Amy innocently.

"Yes," was all the answer Julie could manage. She didn't want to think of the blond any more because of the feelings that were created.

"Her boyfriend's a lucky guy, don't you think?"

"Yes."

"It's hard to imagine a beautiful girl like that fucking doggy style, isn't it?"

"Yes," replied Julie once again. But she was lying. It was very easy for Julie to imagine the girl fucking, and she was confused and disturbed by the feelings the mental image created.

"Anyway, that's enough about her. We have work to do," and she stood up in the narrow space between the two beds. Without saying another word, she removed her robe and threw it over a nearby chair. Completely naked, she faced Julie, who was still sitting on her bed not three feet away. "Take a good look at my pussy hair. You're seeing it for the last time."

Julie looked at her friend, and the blonde woman in the shower was immediately forgotten. Amy was a strikingly beautiful Asian woman, with her golden skin, her jet-black hair, her firm breasts and dark nipples, her perfect skin and her almond-shaped blue eyes. The thick patch of black pubic hair was at eye-level with the seated woman and Julie stared at it in fascination. She could easily understand why her father was so in love with this goddess. 

"Before we begin, I think I have a problem," said Amy matter-of-factly, putting the razor and shaving gel on the bed.

"What's that?" asked Julie, still staring at her friend's delightful body.

"How am I going to do a heart-shape upside down? This is the first time I've ever done this, and there can be no erasing and starting over, if you know what I mean."

"You'll just have to be careful, and go very slowly."

"Yeah, but I'm really worried. If I make a mistake, I'll have to shave completely, and I don't think your dad will be happy if I show up with a smooth pussy. It's his feelings I'm worried about."

"If you're worried, let's forget about doing it."

"No, I really want to do it, but I'm worried about making a mistake and upsetting your dad." Amy looked crestfallen.

"We don't have many options," said Julie. She looked into her friend's eyes, and was surprised to see the sadness there. Julie stood up and hugged her friend, pulling Amy close. "Don't look so upset. We'll figure it out." She stroked the skin on Amy's back, and marveled at how smooth it felt. She also marveled over the fact that she was enjoying hugging a naked woman and knew that she was attracted to her Asian roommate by more than mere friendship. 

Amy pulled away from her suddenly and smiled at Julie. "I've got it! I have a great idea! I can do a practice run on you!"

"You want to shave me?"

"Yes! Then once I've shaved you, I'll know how to shave myself, so there will be almost no chance of me making a mistake. Isn't that a great idea?"

"You want to shave my pussy hair into the shape of a heart?" Julie repeated dumbly.

"Yes! Isn't that a great idea? You want to help me, right?"

"Yes, of course I want to help you, but … but …," and Julie's voice trailed off, unable to think of a reason to refuse.

"Excellent!" cried Amy, and she quickly unfastened the tie holding Julie's robe, which immediately fell open, exposing her nakedness. "Take off your robe and lie on it. We don't want your bedding to get damp from the shaving gel."

Julie had the feeling of being caught up in something inevitable, so she quietly removed her robe, spread it out on her bed, and lay down on her back. She closed her eyes, conscious of the fact that she and Amy were now completely naked. In the eighteen months that they had shared the same accommodation, this was the first time they had both been naked in the room together. 

"Wow, Julie, you look awesome," said Amy quietly, gazing down at her naked friend. "You're going to make some lucky guy very happy one day."

"Thanks," Julie replied, equally quietly.

Amy looked at Julie's patch of sand-colored pubic hair, and felt her pulse quicken. She meant what she had said. Julie was delightful, with her red hair, freckles, and broad smile. Her tits, with the light-brown aureoles, flopped slightly to the side. Her nipples were showing the first sign of stiffening. Amy sat down on the edge of Julie's bed. "I think I need to brush your hair a little before I start to shave, OK?"

"OK."

Amy picked up a hairbrush off the bedside table, and began to brush her friend's bush. She brushed upwards with gentle strokes, and could see the hooded clit being moved slightly by the brushing action. 

"Could you open you legs a little, so that I can brush the hair down the insides?" Julie did as she was told, moving her thighs apart a few inches. Amy ran the brush down the side of Julie's pussy, lightly brushing the few wisps of sandy hair that grew there. She made sure that some of the bristles on the edge of the brush stroked the outer lips of her friend's pussy. Julie breathed in sharply, and Amy knew that the brushing was having an effect.

"Sorry, Julie, did I hurt you?"

"No, it's OK. That's very relaxing."

"Good. But I'm finished brushing now. Your pussy looks very nice and tidy. I'm ready to start shaving, OK?"

"OK, I'm ready too."

Amy let her hands trail softly down the inside of Julie's thighs and, although there had been no pressure at all from the touch, Julie spread her legs even wider.

"I'm going to put my pillow under your bum so that I can see what I'm doing better." She pulled the pillow from her bed and Julie raised her hips up without being asked. Amy slid the pillow underneath her friend's ass. "There, that's better! That'll make the shaving much easier."

With her legs spread wide, and her hips pointed upwards, Julie's pussy was now completely exposed to Amy's sight and touch. Amy could feel her heart hammering in her chest and her genitals starting to tingle. She was glad she had masturbated earlier, otherwise she might have cum right then.

Amy picked up the shaving gel and razor, and knelt between Julie's legs. She squirted a small amount of gel onto her fingers. "I'm going to do the sides of your pussy first, so that if I make any mistakes it won't be noticed."

Julie, her eyes still firmly closed, merely nodded and opened her legs as wide as she could. Her thighs were now almost in a straight line, and Amy could see every intimate secret of her friend's body. She smeared the gel down the sides of Julie's pussy, using a gentle up and down motion to cover the fine hairs that grew there. She also made sure that her fingertips brushed against the outer lips as she applied the gel. She was rewarded by a slight twitch in Julie's pussy as her cunt muscles temporarily contracted. 

Amy picked up the razor and, using a touch as light as she could, began to shave the hair between the pussy and the thigh. She used one hand to pull the pussy lips aside while the other hand worked the razor. She let the fingers holding back the lips move gently up and down, giving the lips the tiniest of massages. Amy moved the razor to her other hand and repeated the process on the other side of the pussy. When she took her hands away to admire her work, she could see a noticeable difference in Julie's pussy. In addition to the hair being gone, the lips had turned darker and thicker as blood began to enlarge the tissues. The clit had emerged from its hood, and was turning darker.

It was clear. Julie was sexually aroused. And so was Amy!

"OK, so far so good," she said, trying to keep her voice normal. "I think I have this mastered, so I'm ready to do the top part. Are you OK Julie?"

There was a lapse of a few seconds before Julie answered. "Yes, I'm OK, but I'm finding this whole thing very arousing. I've never been touched like this before. I hope I don't embarrass myself." Her voice was very low, and she licked her lips as she spoke.

"You're my best friend, and I love you," reassured Amy. "There's nothing that you could do that would be embarrassing for either of us. Just relax and enjoy the sensations. Whatever happens, happens." As she spoke, Amy was combing her fingers gently through her friend's pubic hair, ensuring that a fingertip brushed the exposed clit several times. Julie was breathing deeply through slightly parted lips.

Amy smeared more gel on the pussy hair above the clit, drew a mental picture of a heart among the hair, and began to shave the unwanted hair away, using the same gentle strokes as before. This time, her free hand rested right on the pink clit, massaging it very gently. She began to work faster as she knew that matters would be soon coming to a head. Julie was beginning to move her hips around very slightly.




Amy Comes For The Weekend Ch. 02



She finished the shaving quickly, and wiped away the excess soap with a handful of tissues. Although she was no longer touching Julie's pussy, her friend's hips were still moving in a tiny up and down motion. The pussy lips were dark and engorged, and the vagina had opened up so that Amy could see inside Julie's wet hole. Her body was ready for fucking. Amy decided that it was time!

"You look like you need some relief, Julie. I'm going to make you cum, OK?"

"What are you going to do?" was the whispered response, while the hips continued to move.

"I'm going to please you with my mouth. Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

Amy lay down on her stomach between Julie's wide open thighs, spread Julie's lips apart with her fingers, and put her mouth onto the exposed flesh. She gave a single long lick on the entire pussy, then another, and another. Then she took the clit gently between her lips and massaged it by rolling it back and forward. Amy had never licked a pussy before, but it came naturally to her and she simply copied the technique that Rob used on her.

"Oh Amy," moaned Julie as she pushed her hips up against her lover's face. Her movements became faster, and Amy slid a finger into the wet hole, rubbing the fingertip up against the moist soft wall of the vagina.

Ohhhhh Amy," moaned Julie, much louder this time, and when Amy responded by pushing a second finger into the well-lubricated cavity, Julie fell off the face of the planet.

She cried and sobbed as she pulled Amy's face hard against her crotch, her hips pumping up and down furiously. The violent reaction of Julie's orgasm sent Amy over the edge too, and she rubbed her clit with her free hand as an orgasm ripped through her. Amy managed to keep her fingers inside her convulsing friend, and her mouth on her clit, until the orgasm passed and Julie's body slumped back on the bed.

Amy slowly withdrew her fingers from Julie's tight hole, and moved up alongside her exhausted friend. She lay down beside her and gathered the slender woman into her arms. They lay silent for a long time as each of them recovered from the shattering emotional experience. After a long while, Julie was the first to speak.

"That was incredible. That was the most incredible experience of my life. I guess that makes us true lovers, huh?"

"Yes. We're officially lovers now. Are you OK with that?"

"Yes, but does that make us lesbians?"

"Not necessarily. Do you still like the idea of having sex with guys?"

"I'm not sure. I've only had sex twice, and it wasn't so good. The times I was with guys, they didn't make me feel anywhere near as good as you just made me feel."

"You need more experience, that's all, and with more experienced guys. I still want to fuck your dad, and I want to keep fucking you, so I guess that makes me bisexual. I suspect that you're the same."

"Bisexual, huh? Yeah, I can live with that." Julie reached over and began to caress one of Amy's nipples, which quickly hardened. "Do you want me to do something to you?"

"Yes, if you want to. That would be great."

Julie rolled onto her side and pushed Amy over onto her back. "I want to make you feel wonderful too. I'll do the same as you just did. But I don't think I'll be as good at it as you were."

"You'll be fine. It will feel very natural." Amy felt a small thrill run through her body at the thought of the beautiful redhead's mouth on her pussy.

"You're very beautiful Amy, and I'm glad that we're finally lovers. I'm sorry I didn't let you go all the way with me last time."

"It's OK Julie, we're lovers now and that's all that matters," whispered Amy as she felt Julie's mouth begin to move down over her stomach, down toward her crotch. She opened her legs wide, and Julie lay down between them. Amy pulled her knees up into the missionary position. She took Julie's long red hair in both hands, and pulled the girl's head toward her wet cunt. Another tremor ran through her as she felt the first touch of Julie's mouth on her pussy. It felt wonderful and soft and gentle. "You're doing fine so far, Julie, just fine," she whispered.

When she felt a finger push into her wet vagina she knew that Julie was going to be a wonderful lover. Her once-innocent young friend was clearly a fast learner, and she didn't have to lick Amy's pussy for long before the young Asian cried aloud as the second orgasm rippled through her.

* * * *

The women made up for lost time over the next few days. They stripped and had sex at every opportunity, even cutting classes so that they could fuck in the middle of the day. Julie's innocence was long gone, and she was an eager lover, ready to try anything and any position with Amy. Amy introduced her to the black dildo, and they took turns fucking each other with it. Julie was as besotted with Amy as her father was and, when she realized this, she began to worry.

"What are we going to do about my dad? It's Thursday, and tomorrow you're supposed to be going to see him for the weekend." Julie removed her mouth from Amy's nipple to ask the question. They had just finished a very satisfying '69', in which they both achieved a very nice orgasm, but Julie couldn't get enough of Amy's delicious body and was ready to go again.

Julie had not been to see her dad at the same time as Amy since those two had become lovers. "Two's company and three's a crowd" she had said to Amy, stating that she didn't want to cramp the style of the lovers. So Amy and Julie had visited on alternate weekends. But tomorrow was Amy's turn to go and Julie was suddenly jealous. She couldn't bear the thought of her beautiful new lover being fucked by anyone else, not even her dad.

"I've been thinking about that, and I decided that we should both go to see your dad this weekend. There's no point in hiding our relationship, and the sooner he learns the better," Amy replied.

"How do you think he'll react? He's crazy about you, you know." 

"I know, and I'm crazy about him too. This is a really, really weird situation, and we'll have to play it by ear. But one thing's for sure: You're coming with me this weekend and we're going to tell Rob the news."

"What will be the sleeping arrangements? I'll go mad with jealousy if I see or hear the two of you fucking."

"The sleeping arrangements are one of the things we have to play by ear. He's my boyfriend, and I want to take care of his needs. But you're my girlfriend, and I want to take care of your needs too. And let's not forget that I have needs as well, and both of you have a job to do in that regard. As I said, we'll just have to take it one step at a time."

"I guess you're right. But talking about needs, where's the dildo? And whose turn is it to be the 'husband'?" She went back to sucking on Amy's dark nipple.

"I forget, but since I'll be getting a real cock over the weekend, I'll be your 'husband' and you can be my 'wife' tonight."

"Sounds fair," answered Julie, and she stretched back on the bed, spreading her legs. "I don't think your cock will need any lubrication tonight, Amy. My cunt is moist and ready for you. Let me feel that big cock inside me."

Amy picked up the dildo and switched it on. She leaned over to kiss Julie passionately on the mouth. She pushed her tongue into the soft mouth as she simultaneously pushed her 'cock' into Julie's soft cunt. Julie was right … the cock, all seven inches of it, slid into her body very easily, and Julie murmured in pleasure as she felt herself being filled.

* * * * 

Rob was delighted when he saw both girls step off the bus. "What a wonderful surprise to see you both. This weekend is going to be like old times."

Amy smiled to herself as she gave Rob a hug. Oh, no it won't, she thought. The old times are gone forever. But this will be a weekend that he'll never forget, she was certain of that. Amy, forever the schemer, had decided on how she was going to solve all the difficult problems in this complicated relationship, and she could barely contain her excitement at what lay ahead. But she would play along with Rob for the time being.

"Yes," she agreed, "this is going to be a real fun weekend. Right, Julie?"

"Right! And if there are any other surprises, may they all be pleasant ones," and she gave Amy a knowing look.

Amy clapped her hands in delight. "That's the spirit," she cried. Amy felt the excitement again. The delightful Julie was most definitely going to get a surprise, but Amy had no idea how pleasant it would be for her.

Rob worked hard at making the evening as pleasant as possible. He ordered in a huge Chinese meal, and there was a large amount of wine and vodka available. It was a warm evening, and they wore only shorts and light tops. All three drank steadily and soon began to feel a bit tipsy. As bedtime approached, Rob caught Amy's attention, and silently shrugged his shoulders and gave her a quizzical look. He hadn't had a fuck in nearly two weeks and he was anxious to get Amy into bed. She mouthed a silent response "Later." And he smiled back and winked his eye.

Amy poured Julie and her father another large glass of wine, but nothing for herself. She wanted them to be feeling really mellow. When they had finished their wine, and were giggling hysterically at some weak joke, Amy judged that it was time for her to implement her plan. She stood up and waited for the two to stop giggling.

"Rob, I have something to tell you," she announced in a fake, serious voice.

"Go right ahead, young lady," answered Rob, also pretending to be serious.

"Actually, it's best if I just show you. Julie, will you stand up please?" She held out her hand. Julie took Amy's hand and rose to her feet. Her heart was pounding with nerves as she knew that this was the deciding moment.

Amy turned so that she was facing Julie. "Rob, this is what I have to tell you," and she put her arms around Julie, pulled her close and kissed her on the lips. Julie put her arms around Amy's waist and kissed her friend, opening her mouth. The girls kissed passionately as Rob gaped at them in stunned silence.

Amy broke-off the kiss long enough to pull her shirt over her head and toss it aside. She had no bra, so her breasts were in gull view. The nipples were already hard. Julie gazed at her with passion-filled eyes, and then she took her shirt off also. Amy unfastened Julie's bra and dropped it to the floor. The topless women embraced once again and resumed their open-mouthed kissing.

"I can't believe what I'm seeing," stated Rob in a flat voice. "How long has this been going on?"

The girls ignored the question and continued to kiss. Julie's nervousness was receding, and she was beginning to get turned on by the situation. She felt a small tremor of excitement as Amy unzipped Julie's shorts and pushed them to the floor. Julie returned the favour, and both girls were left wearing only brief panties. Amy finally stopped kissing and turned to Rob. 

"Are you going to be a party pooper, Rob? Take off your clothes."

"What?" he gasped in astonishment.

"I said, take off your clothes. We're all going to bed … together!" Rob stared at her in silence, without moving. 

"If you want to fuck me, Rob, you'll have to take off your clothes. Please do it."

After several seconds of silence, with Rob and Amy staring at each other, Rob finally stood up. Still looking at Amy, he pulled off his shirt, dropped his shorts and underpants to the floor, and stepped out of them. Amy noticed the beginnings of an erection. Despite his shock at what he had seen, watching two beautiful girls kissing passionately and undressing each other had been highly erotic. When Rob was finished undressing, Amy removed her own panties, then Julie's. They were all now completely naked. She took Julie's hand in hers, and held out her other hand to Rob. Rob walked over and took the proffered hand.

She looked at them in turn. "Now, my two beautiful lovers, let's go to bed." She led them by the hand into Rob's bedroom. Rob had earlier removed the bedcover in eager anticipation of Amy's arrival, so the large bed was ready for use.

"Julie, please lie down with your head on the pillow." She watched as Julie silently did as she was told. Her face was slightly pink with embarrassment and arousal, which made her look all the prettier. Amy saw that her nipples were stiff too.

Rob, I'm going to fuck Julie with my mouth. Once I'm on the bed, I want you to kneel behind me." Amy got onto the bed, moved up toward Julie, and spread the redhead's legs apart. She lowered herself onto her knees and elbows, with her face inches from Julie's shaven crotch. Her ass was raised invitingly, and Rob felt his cock stiffen as he stared at it.

"OK, Rob, fuck me while I take care of Julie." Rob's cock took over from his brain, and he quickly moved up behind the ass of the young Eurasian. He caressed her buttocks lovingly, enjoying the feel, sight, and smell of the beautiful ass that was being offered to him. He pushed his face into the crack, and ran his tongue the full length of it, teasing both holes with his tongue. He left a large amount of saliva on Amy's cunt for lubrication, but doubted if she would need it. She was clearly ready for fucking. He stroked his cock into full erection, snuggled right up behind the kneeling woman, and drove his stiff cock into her. He started to drive in and out of the firm young body. Amy had started to work on Julie's cunt with her mouth, and Julie was already whispering with pleasure, building up toward an orgasm. No-one was hesitating any longer. They all simply wanted to cum. It was the first threesome for all of them, and the moment was erotic beyond belief.

Then Amy stopped.

She raised herself up from Julie's writhing body, and moved away from Rob, his stiff cock escaping from her cunt with a quiet 'pop'. She took a surprised Rob by the arm and pulled him up toward Julie, who was still lying with her eyes closed. Rob crawled forward, unsure about what Amy wanted him to do. He stopped crawling when he was directly over his spread-eagled daughter.

"Hook your arms under her legs, and hold her down," Amy ordered. At the sound of her voice, Julie finally opened her eyes and stared up in shock and horror when she saw her father's face only inches from hers. Rob, still unsure about what Amy was intending to do, but anxious to continue fucking as soon as possible, did what Amy had ordered, and hooked his arms under Julie's legs, forcing her knees up to her chest. Julie was bent almost double, and her ass was tilted up off the bed. Her well-lubricated cunt was wide-open … and Rob's stiff cock was only inches away from it.

There was now alarm in Julie's face as she realized what was happening. She was in a perfect position for fucking, and she was helpless to prevent it.

"No, please, don't do this," she pleaded with her father.

Amy leaned over and kissed the pinned woman gently. "Don't be alarmed, my love, this is for the best. You have to do it, for all our sakes." She then turned to Rob.

"Julie and I are lovers. You and I are lovers. Those things are not going to change, but there is too much chance of jealousy between you two, so we have to clear the air. If you fuck Julie, then there will be no reason for anyone to be jealous. Please fuck her."

"No," cried Julie, but her voice was very soft.

Rob, still pinning his daughter to the bed, shook his head. "It's wrong," was all he could say.

"If you love me, and want to save our relationship, you'll fuck her. Put your cock in her."

Rob didn't answer, and didn't move. Amy reached under his body, took his stiff cock in her hand, and guided it to Julie's wet cunt. She rubbed his cock a few times up and down the soft flesh, spreading the pre-cum from his cock onto Julie's cunt. Then she pointed the cock at the helpless hole. The tip slipped into the hole about an inch.

"No, please, don't," Julie whispered desperately, but the feeling in her cunt was too delicious to ignore. She closed her eyes again.

Rob's reluctance was melting away, but he still refused to fuck his daughter, despite every cell in his brain urging him on.

Amy put both hands on his butt cheeks and pushed down with all her strength. Rob couldn't hold back against her weight, and his cock slid into Julie, and her cunt swallowed him up in one long gulp. Julie gasped aloud a quiet, desperate "Noooo!" as she felt herself being filled up by her father's cock. It took the last of her will-power to speak one last protest.

"No, please, take it out, please, take it out." She wriggled her hips feebly, but only succeeded in letting the cock move in a little deeper.

Rob was fast losing his battle to resist also. The tightness of Julie's cunt was exquisite, and he could feel her muscles holding him. He could tell that she was building up toward an orgasm. He was determined not to move his body. He hoped that Julie would lie still too, and maybe Amy would be satisfied to see his cock inside Julie, and not insist that he fuck her.

"OK Amy, is that enough?" he whispered desperately.

But Amy was not satisfied. She was determined to watch her two lovers fuck each other. She moved down the bed and looked between Rob's legs. She had a perfect view of Julie's lovely, round ass with its pale skin, tilting up off the bed, and held firmly in place by Rob's arms. It gave her a thrill to see the thick cock that she loved so much, buried to the hilt in the cunt that she loved so much too. And Rob's fully-laden balls were resting on Julie's ass, right above her tight butt-hole, which was clearly visible. But she wanted to see the cock sliding in and out, and she wanted those balls to empty themselves into Julie's depths, and Amy knew what to do to make it happen.

She put her finger in her mouth and covered it with a thick coat of saliva. Then she pressed the fingertip to Julie's virgin anus. Julie's hips twitched when she felt the fingertip, and her butt muscles tightened. But the young redhead was hopelessly pinned down and there was escape for her. Amy pressed the fingertip forward, and the finger slipped past the muscles and went two inches into Julie's ass.

Julie let out a long "ohhhh" as she felt the double penetration and her body took control, chasing away any the last traces of her will to resist. She began to move her hips urgently up and down, and Rob lost the last of his self-control too as Julie began to fuck him.

"Oh, fuck," he cried, and he started to pump his cock in and out of Julie as fast as he could. Amy took her finger out of Julie's ass, and sat back to watch the erotic scene. She felt her own cunt muscles getting tighter. The two people she loved most in the world were completely lost in the throes of ecstasy as they fucked each other furiously. Rob had his tongue in Julie's mouth and she was sucking on it noisily. Now it was Amy's turn to feel jealous, and she wanted to change places with either one of them. But there would be time for that later.

Julie came and came again as her father pumped his complete load into her, then kept fucking her as her cunt muscles held him inside her body. At last his hips slowed down and stopped, and they were finished. Rob collapsed on top of the sweating woman. They lay in silence while Amy stroked them and caressed them, and told them how wonderful they were and how much she loved them. After a silence of many minutes, Rob spoke first. 

"I'm sorry Julie. How can you ever forgive me?"

"Don't be sorry, Dad. I think Amy is right. There would have always been tension and jealousy if we were both competing for her attention. Now that we've fucked each other, I feel completely relaxed. In fact, I'm looking forward to watching you fuck her. That'll be a real turn-on. I didn't feel that way an hour ago."

Rob kissed his daughter tenderly. "Thanks for being so understanding, Honey. And you were great, by the way. Now, let's decide what we're going to do with that little fox over there."




Amy Comes For The Weekend Ch. 02



Amy grinned at them and wiggled her fingers in a playful wave. She was delighted that her plan had worked so well. But her body was aching for relief.

"I hope you haven't tired each other out. The night is young and you two have had all the fun so far. I think it's my turn, no?" 

"OK Julie, let's give her a fucking that she'll never forget."

"I know just the thing we need," laughed Julie, and she ran to her suitcase. She ran back to the bed carrying Amy's black dildo. "I brought this along, just in case you two left me to take care of myself. OK, Amy, let's see how you like to be double penetrated."

Amy sprawled back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. She used her fingers to lewdly open up her cunt. The father and daughter moved on the bed towards her, anxious to get their hands and mouths on the young Asian beauty. Amy saw the lust in their eyes, and felt the lust in her body.

"OK you two wonderful fuckers, give me your best shot. You'll quit before I will. I'll fuck you both to a standstill." 

And over the next few hours, she did.



Amy Comes For The Weekend



Amy pulled her mouth off the stiffened cock and swung her legs over his body, straddling him. She positioned the head of his cock at the mouth of her pussy, and lowered herself gently onto the cock, impaling herself once more. When the cock was completely inside her, she leaned forward onto Rob's chest, kissed him on the mouth then whispered in his ear.

"The first fuck was a fast one, and my orgasm was great. But this time I want you to fuck me long and hard. We'll start off with me on top, but I want you to finish me off by driving me right through the mattress with that big cock of yours. OK Baby? Are you man enough to fuck my brains out?"

He grabbed her by the hips and began to push his cock up into her. "You can bet on it, Baby. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I'm going to fuck you all night." His thrusts were so aggressive that each one caused her to grunt a little. He bent his head forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, and sucked hard, causing her to hiss with pain. But it didn't slow her down as she rode up and down on his thick shaft. The minutes slipped by as the lovers fucked each other as hard as they could. Finally, when the time was right, he pushed her onto her back, taking care that his cock didn't slip out of her tight hole. He rested her ankles on his shoulders so that she was bent almost in half, her pussy wide open and accessible. His balls banged against her tight butt-hole as he continued his thrusts into her, trying to fulfill her wish of being driven through the mattress. When they came, their orgasms were as explosive as before. 

And so it continued through the night, with each one taking turns exploring the other's body with mouth and fingers. Finally, about an hour before dawn, they fell asleep, too exhausted to fuck any more.

* * * *

They slept late into the morning. Amy wakened first and snuggled against Rob's body, molding herself to his shape. She dragged her fingertips lightly across his body, enjoying the feel of her lover's skin. After a while, he wakened too and they hugged silently.

"I gotta pee," she giggled. "You can watch if you want. Then let's have a shower together."

"OK, sounds good," he said, and they walked into the bathroom together.

She sat on the toilet while he watched. There was little for him to see. He could hear her urine splash into the toilet. She took some toilet tissue and reached between her legs to dry herself, then flushed the toilet.

"OK, your turn," she said as she stood up. "I'll help you." And she giggled again. 

Rob stood over the toilet with his legs apart while Amy took hold of his penis and pointed it down toward the toilet bowl. He relaxed his muscles and emptied his bladder, while Amy looked down in interest.

"I've never helped a man pee before. It's a bit erotic," she said, still holding his penis. "Am I supposed to dry it off now?"

"No need, just give it a bit of a shake. Let's have that shower."

Amy jiggled his penis over the toilet a few times, then they walked into the spacious shower stall with her still holding his penis, holding him like she was taking a dog for a walk on a leash. Rob turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. They stepped under the cascading water together and reveled in the pleasant sensation, letting the water splash luxuriously over their faces and bodies.

She released her grip on his penis, took a large facecloth off a hook, lathered the cloth with soap, and began to wash his body. There was only one cloth, so he took the bar of soap and began to wash her body with his hands. They worked in silence as each washed the other. She paid special attention to his penis and balls. He, in turn, spent a long time on her breasts, as well as washing gently between her thighs. Her turned her around and washed in between her butt cheeks, taking several seconds to rub his well-soaped hand up and down between her cheeks, letting his fingers drag over the tight orifice buried there. After about ten minutes he turned off the water and they dried each other with large fluffy towels that were hanging nearby.

He led her back toward the bed. 

"There's something I want to show you," he said matter-of-factly.

"Honey, I'd love to have another fuck marathon, but I really have a lot of work to do on an essay. Can we save your surprise for later?" she protested weakly.

"This'll only take ten minutes, and you don't have to do any work, I promise." They had reached the bed and he eased her down onto her back. He climbed on the bed and moved her over to the middle. "You just lie back and relax for the next few minutes and leave everything to me. Trust me; I think you'll find this special."

"OK, I trust you. Show me your surprise."

Rob pushed her legs apart and knelt between them. He leaned forward and kissed Amy on the mouth. She opened her mouth when she felt the slight touch of his tongue on her lips. He brushed his tongue on hers, then broke the contact and moved his mouth lower. Briefly he seized each of her nipples in his teeth and nibbled them firmly but gently, causing her to murmur in satisfaction. He released the nipples and slid his mouth down her tight stomach to her navel, poking it with his tongue as though trying to penetrate her. But he quickly moved on again, brushing his nose and mouth with her pubic hair, which smelled fresh and clean and desirable. He now got off his knees and lay full-length between her legs, which she obligingly spread wider for him. With his fingers he spread the lips of her pussy apart, exposing the inner folds and the clitoris. He heard Amy sigh as he bent his head slightly and licked the clitoris, and she raised her knees up into the classic missionary position.

"That feels great Honey," she whispered.

Now for her surprise! He wet an index finger in his mouth and slipped it into her vagina, the palm of his hand pointing upward. He bent the fingertip back so that it was pointing towards him inside her body. Many people don't believe that the G-spot exists in a woman. But Rob knew from personal experience that it certainly does exist, and he knew where to find it. All it took was patience. He began to rub his fingertip back and forward sideways, rubbing the inside of her vagina right behind the clitoris. The nerves of the clitoris go back at that spot. Along with the clitoris, the G-spot is the most sensitive part of a woman's body. When stroked simultaneously, the effect on a woman can be dramatic. 

He licked her clit as he searched patiently for the G-spot, rubbing his finger gently back and forward inside her. Frequently, it can be detected by a slightly rougher texture of the skin on the wall of the vagina. It's not always easy to find, but he found it this time after a minute or so of patient searching.

"Jesus Christ!" she gasped as his finger touched the magic spot. Now he knew where to concentrate his efforts. He caressed the spot with his finger tip gently, as he licked and kissed her clitoris, equally gently. He looked up at Amy's face. Her eyes were screwed shut and her mouth was open. She seemed to be holding her breath. Her hips arched upwards suddenly, as she let out a gasp. Then her hips went into overdrive as she thrust up and down, fucked his mouth as hard as she could. She let out a long, barely audible moan. He kept his mouth and finger working, which was not easy as her body was moving so furiously. 

"Oh fuck," she gasped aloud, grabbing his head with both hands and pulling his face against her, crushing his lips and nose against her pubic bone. After a few more seconds her hips began to slow down. He kept licking the clit.

"Stop, stop for fuck sake! I can't take any more!" she croaked in a breathless whisper, pushing his head away.

Rob lifted his mouth of her pussy and pulled the finger out of her body. Her legs flopped straight, and he moved up and lay alongside her. There was a very long silence as he looked at her lying motionless beside him, eyes still closed, her rapid breathing gradually slowing down. Eventually she spoke, eyes still closed. 

"My god, what did you just do to me? That was unbelievable."

"Did you like your surprise? I told you that you could trust me."

"Trust you? I definitely want to marry you!"

"That was my secret move. Not one man in a thousand knows the secret," he joked.

"Whatever it was, it was wonderful. But I'm orgasm-weary now."

"Orgasm-weary? What does that mean?"

"It means you've fucked me to a standstill. The slightest touch on my clit for the next few hours will be agony. But that was wonderful. It was incredible. I don't know how else to describe what you just did to me. Thank you." And she leaned over and kissed him on the mouth.

Then she rose up from the bed.

"Now I really have to get busy on my essay." She went to her suitcase and began pulling out some clothes. "Would you like to make me some breakfast? Or brunch? Or lunch? Whatever's appropriate for the time of day."

"Sure thing, Honey. It's the least I can do for you, considering everything that's happened in the last twelve hours."

Rob studied her body as they both got dressed. She seemed to him to be the most ideal woman he had ever laid eyes on. The very thing he had been concerned about yesterday was happening. He was making a complete ass of himself. But he didn't care. He was falling in love.

* * * *

Rob went down to the kitchen to prepare something to eat for them, while Amy busied herself setting up a working area in the den. She plugged-in her laptop computer, "Thank goodness you have high-speed wireless Internet!" she chirped happily as she laid out her materials and sat down at the desk. She was wearing only the same baggy sweatshirt and panties.

"What's the subject of your essay, and when is it due?" Rob called to her from the kitchen.

"It's due on Tuesday morning, and I've barely started, so I hope you don't mind if I keep my head down for most of today."

"You can put your head down as much as you want around here Honey," Rob laughed. He walked into the den and stood beside the desk.

Amy laughed too. "That'll come later ... and so will you!" she joked in return. "But I really have to make good progress on this thing today, or I'm sunk. The subject of the essay is the Scottish influence on the world in general, and the USA in particular. You know that I'm half-Scottish right? My father is Scottish. That's where I got the idea for the essay."

"It sounds like a tough topic. Is there much to write about?"

"You must be kidding," responded Amy. "The Scots have had an enormous influence; it's just that most people don't realize it."

"Such as what?" asked Rob, genuinely interested in what his adorable young lover was telling him.

"Well, for starters, who do you think invented the telephone?"

"Bell?"

"Correct; Alexander Graham Bell from Scotland. Who invented television?"

Rob shrugged.

"John Baird. Dunlop invented inflatable tires, Fleming invented penicillin, Tarmac is named after MacAdam. All of them were Scots; and there are many others."

"OK, if you say so."

Amy smiled. "Then there are writers Arthur Conan Doyle who created Sherlock Holmes; and J.K. Rowling ... you've heard of Harry Potter, right? And, of course, Robbie Burns."

"Anyone with the name Robbie has to be worth writing about," joked Rob.

Amy gave him a wry smile then continued. "John Muir created the American national park system, everybody knows about the great philanthropist Andrew Carnegie, and anyone who's seen American movies knows about the detective Alan Pinkerton ... "

"All of them were Scots," Rob interrupted, finishing her sentence for her. "OK, OK, I can see that there is a lot of material to write about."

"I haven't told you about the Scottish influence on our universities, and the numerous famous people in American history who were of Scottish descent."

Rob held up his hands. "I surrender. You win. That's two things I've learned in the last 24 hours ... the news that the Scots were so important in our history, and that you are a fantastic lover." He leaned forward to kiss her. She gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"No smooching, Honey, I gotta get busy. Besides, I'm orgasm-weary, remember?"

"OK," said Rob reluctantly, and walked back into the kitchen to continue with the meal he was preparing.

And that was how most of the day went by. Amy worked diligently at her essay while Rob hovered around. Later in the afternoon he could feel his sexual strength returning. He leaned over her shoulder, drinking in the beautiful aroma of her scented hair, looking at what she was typing. He was mostly interested in simply getting closer to her.

"How many words do you have to do in your essay?" he asked, while he slipped a hand under her sweatshirt and caressed a naked breast. Amy was in deep concentration and didn't even react to the fingers teasing her nipple.

"Five thousand words," she replied while leafing through a reference book.

"Ouch, that's a lot. I'd better not interrupt you then." Disappointed at her lack of reaction, he pulled his hand out from under her shirt.

"Thanks, Honey, I'll make it up to you later," Amy said distractedly, as she continued to work. Rob hovered around aimlessly for a while longer, then took a book off a shelf and sat on a nearby sofa to read. His eyes got heavier and heavier as he read, and eventually he drifted off to sleep, sprawling out on the sofa a few feet from where Amy was working.

Rob was having a bad dream. He was underground, working in a mine, and there had been a wall collapse, and now he was having trouble breathing. He couldn't get enough air through his nose, so started breathing through his mouth, but that immediately got blocked too. He was gasping, struggling and trying to find a way out of the mine. A pungent, heavy aroma filled his nostrils, and the same taste filled his mouth. He awoke suddenly with a feeling of panic.

"How do you like that, Honey?" laughed Amy. She had removed her panties, and was straddling his head, her pussy lowered down until it covered his nose and mouth. She was moving her hips back and forward, stroking the folds of her flesh on his mouth, her clitoris rubbing on his nose. "I told you I'd make it up to you later. This is later."

Still not fully awake, Rob grabbed her roughly by the slender waist and pushed her over to the side, as he heaved himself out from under her. A few more quick moves from his powerful body, and Amy was on her back on the sofa with Rob lying on top between her legs, still breathing hard.

"Whoa!" cried Amy, her eyes wide with alarm at his physical reaction. "Are you OK?"

Rob regained his composure and lay down on top of Amy, letting his breathing return to normal. "Sorry Honey," he said quietly, his face close to her ear. "I was having a bad dream, probably brought on by what you were doing. I'm OK now."

"I'm sorry too. I was just being playful. I thought you'd get a kick out of waking up with your mouth on my pussy."

"I'm fine now." he replied, slowly recovering his wits. "Have you finished the essay?"

"Yes, more or less. I have a short summary to write, which I can do at school. Then I'm finished. It's been a long day for both of us. Are you ready for a little bit of fun?"

"Always ready, when you're around. Especially if 'fun' means 'fuck'".

"It does. And I'm ready when you are," replied Amy, holding her arms above her head.

Rob got up on his knees, grabbed the bottom of Amy's sweatshirt in both hands, and pulled the shirt over her head in one easy sweep. He looked down at the young Japanese woman lying under him, now as naked as the day she was born. He was in awe of her beauty. She held out her arms to him. 

"I'm no longer orgasm-weary, so do your magic," she commanded, her eyes glittering.

Rob stood up and stripped off his clothes quickly. When he was naked he lay back down on top of his beautiful visitor. Her body felt soft and welcoming, and her smooth skin felt wonderful next to his. He could feel his cock stiffening nicely. Amy could feel it too.

"I don't want to get up and go to bed. Fuck me right here on the sofa," said Amy, speaking into his ear. She reached between their bodies and grabbed hold of his growing cock, stroking it back and forward, bringing it to it's maximum stiffness. She spread her legs wide and guided the hard rod into her body, pushing her hips upward to ease its passage into her flesh.

Rod murmured in satisfaction as he felt her tight muscles grip his manhood. She was not fully lubricated, so he moved very slowly, trying to coat his shaft with her moisture, to avoid giving the woman any discomfort. His patience worked, and his movements became easier as her natural juices began to moisten her vagina. She whispered quietly in his ear, telling him how hard he felt, how good he felt inside her. Their movements got steadily faster as their sexual arousal grew, and within two minutes of entering her he felt his orgasm building. He began to fuck her as hard and as fast as he could. She matched his pace, thrusting her hips up in time to his thrusts. Rob could contain himself no longer, and his hips went into overdrive as he drove his stiff cock in and out of her body as fast as he could. He groaned in pleasure as his sperm spurted free, going into the deepest part of her body, and she tightened her muscles to give him the maximum pleasure. 

"That's it baby, fill me up with your cum. Fuck me, baby, fuck me," she whispered, as she milked his cock with her body, and dug her fingernails hard into his muscled butt cheeks. She knew that the simultaneous combination of pain and pleasure would heighten his orgasm, and she knew that she had succeeded as his hips continued to thrust, and his cock continued its savage penetration of her body. Although she had not achieved an orgasm herself, she drew great satisfaction in knowing that she had just given her handsome lover a magnificent fuck.

Even after his passion had subsided, Rob lay quietly on top of Amy, enjoying the closeness and warmth of her body. His cock softened, but stayed inside her. Eventually she spoke.

"I'd better get up and go to the toilet, otherwise your cum is going to leak out of me and stain the sofa. We don't want that to happen, do we?"

"I want to stay like this forever," mumbled Rob, reluctant to end the moment. 

"Let me go to the bathroom, and I'll be right back." She pushed him off long enough to wriggle out from under him. Clasping a hand over her pussy to prevent drips, she ran to the bathroom giggling aloud, with Rob admiring her body as she ran.

A few minutes later she reappeared, washed and clean. "Right!" she announced, "let's take a break. I'll make you dinner again. How does mushroom omelet and French fries sound? It's not particularly healthy, but it should build up your strength for what lies ahead tonight." And she gave him a suggestive leer as she spoke.

She began to put her panties and shirt back on, and Rob realized that the sex was done for the time being. He was fine with that as he was feeling very satisfied after that wonderful fuck. "Sounds great, Baby," and he rose up off the sofa and began to dress also.

After dinner they sat together and watched a couple of movies on television. He enjoyed the feeling of her leaning against him as they shared a tub of popcorn. Whenever he felt like it, he ran a hand under her shirt and caressed her tight, smallish breasts, tweaking her nipples erect. She never tried to stop him, and would tilt her head up so that he could kiss her mouth at the same time. She would open her mouth to him, and suck softly on his tongue as it explored her mouth. They acted like two people on their honeymoon.

When bedtime came, they made love again. Amy said that it was her turn to do the work. She used her mouth, sucking on his cock gently, stroking it with her hands until it was fully erect. Then she straddled Rob, placing her legs on either side of his hips, and settled back on his shaft, impaling herself on him once more. He grasped her buttocks in both hands, and helped her as she rode up and down on his shaft. Just as she came, she leaned forward and kissed him hard, pushing her tongue as far into his mouth as she could. He gasped aloud into her mouth as a fresh load of semen filled her body. When he was done, she lay alongside him, completely exhausted. 




Amy Comes For The Weekend



Rob lay on his side, and Amy curled herself up against the front of his body, lying against him like two spoons in a cutlery drawer. Her firm round buttocks pressed nicely against his groin. Warm and content, the lovers fell into a deep sleep. They were still in the same embrace when they awoke seven hours later.

* * * * They showered together as before, taking much longer than normal as they caressed and kissed each other throughout the process. As they dried, Amy reminded Rob that she had to return to college that day.

"There's a bus a noon. Will you take me to the station, Honey?" she asked, drying her legs and crotch with a large towel.

"Of course, but I really hate to see you go. This has been an incredible weekend, one of the best in my life. What time would you like to leave here?"

"Let's leave around 11:30. I hate to go too, but I promise I'll be back next weekend."

"OK, great; I'll be counting the days. But I'm still nervous about Julie. I think she might be really pissed-off when she finds out about us. Will you tell her or shall I?"

"Leave it to me," replied Amy. "I'll judge when the time is right. But I told you; she's a pretty cool chick about most things. She might even be happy to hear that her best friend and her dad are an item."

"I hope you're right. If she slaps me when she gets off the bus next weekend, I'll know that you've told her." Rob made it sound like a joke, but he wasn't joking. 

Completely naked, Amy walked over and kissed him on the mouth. He was still naked too, and she took his cock in her hand, stroking it easily. "If she slaps you, I know exactly what to do to make you feel better," she whispered meaningfully. "I'm going to miss you, and I'm going to miss this," and she tugged on his stiffening cock. He tried to pull her into his arms, but she skipped away from him with a laugh. 

"No time for that, Honey" she giggled. "I have to get dressed for traveling, and you have to make me some breakfast." She sat back on the bed, posing for him, crossing her legs and thrusting out her breasts provocatively. "Let me watch you dress first. I love watching you dress ... or undress for that matter!" And she giggled again.

With the naked young woman watching him, Rob dressed in casual pants and a short sleeve shirt.

"Mmm," she said appreciatively when he was finished dressing. "You're adorable. I can hardly wait until next weekend already."

"I'd better go make us breakfast otherwise I'm liable to push you over onto your back and have my way with you, young lady."

She uncrossed her legs and stood up from the bed. "No time for that, I'm afraid. I'll get ready and I'll be with you in a few minutes."

Rob walked into the kitchen and started to prepare a continental breakfast for the two of them. After about ten minutes, just as he was pouring the orange juice, Amy walked into the kitchen. Rob stopped pouring the juice and stared at her. She was wearing her schoolgirl outfit again, the one she had arrived in. After a few moments of silent gaping at the stunning woman, Rob found his voice. 

"Bloody hell, what a vision!" he gasped. "I told you on Friday that it's dangerous traveling dressed like that. You're going to cause traffic accidents."

"These are the only traveling clothes I have. I don't have any choice".

"I'm jealous already, knowing what men are going to be thinking when they see you," grumbled Rob. "Besides, you're getting me horny again. You really have no idea how incredibly sexy you look in that outfit."

"I'm sorry Honey," Amy apologized again. "I promise I'll be as discreet as possible until I get back to college, then I'll change immediately."

They sat down at the table and ate their breakfast. Rob couldn't take his eyes off Amy, and she looked back at him with a demure smile.

"I know what's going through your mind," she smiled, "but we don't have time. Save it until next weekend."

"Hey!" she exclaimed suddenly. "It just occurred to me that Crawford is a Scottish name, so you're Scottish too. That explains why you're such a great lover. The Scots are known for being great lovers, you know!"

"No, they're not!" scoffed Rob. "You're thinking of the French, or Italians, or Spanish."

"And the Scots!" she answered emphatically. They had finished breakfast and both began to clear the dishes off the table. "Can't you just imagine some big Scottish castle, with Lord and Lady MacGregor sitting beside a roaring fire in a huge stone hearth. The wind is howling outside, but they're warm and comfortable. Lord MacGregor is in a lusty mood, so takes his lady by the hand and leads her to the wall next to the fireplace. He pushes Lady MacGregor up against the wall, and hikes her kilt up around her waist. Like all Scots, she is wearing nothing under her kilt. Lady MacGregor knows what he wants, and she wants it too, so she spreads her legs wide for His Lordship, and hikes his kilt up high, exposing a massive Scottish cock. Lord MacGregor drives his stiff cock into his eager wife, and they fuck like deer in the mating season, right up against the wall of the castle. Isn't that romantic?" exclaimed Amy, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Well, you certainly paint a vivid picture. And all that talk about hiking up kilts has given me an idea." The table was now clear of dishes, so he took Amy by the arm and led her back to the table.

"No, no, no!" cried Amy trying to pull her arm free. "We don't have time, Honey."

"We have time. We'll make time." And Rob took her by the shoulders and turned her around so that she was facing the table.

"We're going to do it here, right in the kitchen?"

Rob didn't answer, but put his hand between her shoulder blades and gently, but firmly, pushed her upper body down onto the table. When she was facedown on the table he flipped her tiny kilt up around her waist, exposing a beautiful round bottom clad only in flimsy white cotton panties.

"Oh my gawd, I can't believe this. Take it easy, please, I'm dry."

"I'll fix that soon enough," growled Rob, his voice hoarse with desire. He dropped down onto his knees behind Amy, and slid her panties off her body. He pulled them over her feet and threw them aside. His face with level with her buttocks, and he marveled at how smooth and round and attractive they appeared in full daylight. He pushed her feet wide apart, then put one hand on each butt cheek and spread them apart, exposing her tight anus.

"Oh my gawd!" exclaimed Amy for the second time, as she felt her intimate areas being exposed to Rob's close gaze.

Rob leaned forward and placed his mouth over Amy's anus. He prodded it with his tongue, and felt Amy jump. He took his mouth away from her for a second.

"Relax Baby; I'm just giving you a little lubrication." Then he went back to work on her with his mouth. He slid his tongue up and down the crack, licking and probing whenever he passed the tight orifice. He reached between her legs with his hand, found the soft flesh of her pussy, and he stroked the folds as gently as possible, brushing occasionally against her clit.

"Oh my gawd!" exclaimed Amy for a third time, but now her voice was barely above a whisper. Rob could tell that she was responding to his touch, so he pushed his tongue against her anus one last time, succeeding in getting about a quarter inch of penetration. His reward was feeling Amy pushing her ass back against his face, trying to get deeper penetration from his tongue. 

He stood up, leaving a hand pressed against the small of the woman's back, to hold her in place. He unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor, then pushed his boxer shorts down to. His cock had stiffened nicely and he moved forward and stood between Amy's widely spread feet.

He pushed his cock down between her legs, and felt her nestle her ass back against him. She reached down and guided his cock into her body. He took hold of her narrow hips in both hands and, with a single push, his entire length slid easily into her moist cunt. He began to stroke in and out of her receptive flesh, moving her body with his hands. Looking down, he could see her buttocks as they rippled each time his thighs pushed against them. He watched his glistening cock sliding in and out of Amy's body. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic slap of his flesh against hers. She was fully dressed above the waist, but naked below that, apart from socks, and he marveled at the slender, feminine waist and the narrow hips.

Amy was silent, but she was moving her body, trying to match his thrusts. Rob knew that he was doing to this beautiful young woman what every man who saw her today would want to do. Every one of those men would fantasize about bending the Japanese college girl over and fucking her; but he was doing it, she was a willing partner, and she was enjoying every moment of it. He felt his cock swelling with the erotic thoughts.

Rob took one hand off her hip, reached under the thrusting woman, and grasped her clit between a thumb and forefinger. He rolled the soft nub of skin between his fingers and was pleased to feel her cunt muscles tighten. It was all he needed to complete, and he pushed himself in as deep as possible as he felt his cum spurt into her. Amy thrust on for a few moments more, enjoying the sensation of being filled from behind.

They were silent while each regained their breath. "I'm pulling out now, OK?" said Rob, breaking the silence.

"Pass me a couple of tissues." Rob passed her a box of tissues while she remained bent over the table, and she took two and pushed them into her pussy to stop any leakage. 

"I'm taking your cum back to college with me. It's a little souvenir of our weekend together."

"I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, Baby." He picked up her panties from the floor and handed them to her. 

"It was great ... again." She stepped into her panties and hitched them into place, pulled down her mini kilt and smoothed it with her hands. "But now you really must take me to the bus station."

He gave her one last kiss, and they walked toward the door.

* * * *

As the bus pulled away from the station, Amy gave Rob a final wave goodbye, blew him a kiss and a smile, then he was gone from sight. She sat back in the seat and thought about the events of the weekend. The bus had only a handful of people and they were all near the front. Amy sat near the back, isolated from the other passengers. Her pussy was still tingling from the fuck she had received over the kitchen table. She spread her legs slightly and touched her crotch. A pleasant sensation pulsed through her groin. Stop now, while you still can, she told herself. This is no place to be touching yourself. She pulled her hand away and closed her legs again.

She opened her purse, took out her cell-phone, and pressed "1" on her fast dial. The call was answered on the third ring.

"Hi, it's Amy." The person at the other end sounded excited to hear Amy's voice.

"Will you calm down, OK? I told you I'd call as soon as I got on the bus. I had a fantastic weekend," Amy continued. "Everything worked out exactly as we had hoped, but not quite the way we planned it. Yes, he fucked me. How many times? I dunno, who counts in these situations? Six or seven times, I guess. Will you stop interrupting so I can tell you the whole story! 

"Well, the schoolgirl outfit worked like a charm. It blew Rob away when he saw it. He even fucked me while I was wearing it this morning. But I sure feel weird walking around in that outfit, so you can return it to your friend's kid sister tomorrow. I won't need to borrow it again.

"Yes, I'll give you all the juicy details, but not on the phone. Stop interrupting.

"But Rob is such a gentleman. I dropped every hint I could think of when I arrived on Friday. I did everything but grab his cock to let him know I was willing to be fucked, but he played it straight the whole way. Even when we watched that porn movie you loaned me, he still didn't touch me, even though I had my hand on his leg, about six inches from his crotch. Like I said, he's a real gentleman. I began to think I was going to go through the whole weekend without getting laid, but then I had a stroke of genius.

"You'll never guess how I got him! Will you wait a second and I'll tell you. Jeez, you're so impatient. We kissed goodnight on the Friday and we went to our own rooms. I was so horny and frustrated I was all set to take care of myself, you know what I mean, when a thunder storm blew in. Do you know want to know what I did?

"I pretended I was scared of thunder. Isn't that a hoot? How dumb is that, pretending to be scared of thunder? But it worked! I went to his room, putting on an act about being scared, and I just climbed into his bed before he could say anything and snuggled right up against him. 

"You're dad sleeps in the nude, you know, Julie!"

At the other end of the phone, Rob's daughter was open-mouthed with amazement. "So then what happened?" she asked Amy.

"We fucked the whole night through is what happened. Your dad's an incredible lover. I think I had three orgasms the first night alone, and goodness knows how many more after that. I think I love him."

"Yay!" Julie cheered over the phone. "Aren't you glad I helped you set this all up? I just KNEW he would be good for you. And my dad has needed a good woman like you for a long time. I helped my dad and I helped my best friend, all at the same time. Two birds with one stone. Yay, I'm a genius!"

"OK, Julie, I think I love your father, and I'm pretty sure I love you too after this. But I'll say no more now and tell you ALL the details when I get back. We'll have a nice little chat in bed tonight, OK?"

"I can hardly wait to hear, I'm so excited. Bye, Amy."

"There's one last thing, Julie. Don't let me forget to tell you about the kitchen table."

There was a long silence from Julie, then the penny dropped. "No way!" she shrieked in delight over the phone. "My dad fucked you on the kitchen table?" 

"A better description would be OVER the kitchen table. Your dad's quite a man. I still have his cum inside me as we speak. Bye!"

* * * * When Amy got back to the college, Julie was breathless with excitement.

They sat in their small room as Amy relayed to her friend, over and over, how she had seduced Julie's father.

Julie wanted to know all the details. She laughed and clapped her hands in glee as Amy retold the story of the thunder storm.

"That was shear genius," squealed Julie. "How did you think of that?"

"I'd put myself on a plate for him all day, yet he never made any move to grab me. Your dad's a real gentleman. I flaunted myself in front of him all day. I saw him take a good look at me lots of times, but he never touched me. Every man I've ever met would have grabbed my ass within an hour of walking into the house. But not your dad! What a guy he is."

Julie nodded. "Believe it or not, he's kinda shy."

"No shit, Sherlock," laughed Amy. "As I told you on the phone, by the time we went to our rooms, and he still hadn't made a move, I figured that there was no fuck anywhere in my future. I was so aroused I began to take care of myself, otherwise I would never have gotten to sleep."

"You fingered yourself? Wow!"

"Sure! I mean, what's a horny girl supposed to do when the only cock around is not available? Besides, I'd left my dildo here, figuring I wouldn't need it at your dad's place."

Julie's eyes opened wide in astonishment. "You have a dildo here? I didn't know that. When do you ... I mean ... I've never heard you ... I mean ... ." Julie's voice trailed off in embarrassment. "You'd think I would know about that, living as close together as we do."

"Well, I try to be discreet," said Amy matter-of-factly. "But getting back to my story about your dad, I was just beginning to get myself off with my fingers, fantasizing that it was your dad touching me, when the thunder storm blew in. The first heavy flash and bang startled me, and that's when I got the idea about being scared. I went into your dad's room, putting on the act of my life. I felt a bit goofy acting that way but, what the hell, it worked. It was the best sex ever. Your dad is a great lover."

Julie kept pressing for more details about the sex, and the afternoon passed by quickly with Julie being alternately astonished and amused by Amy's description of her dad as a sex partner. They went to dinner at the campus cafeteria, having simply pizza and beer. They drank a couple of jugs of beer when they decided it was time to go back to their room.

Julie was especially excited by the story of how Amy was bent over the kitchen table and fucked earlier that day. Amy could tell that her friend was excited by the story. Julie asked her to repeat it after she'd heard it. The fact that her dad has practically forced a reluctant Amy over the table and ripped off her panties made Julie breath faster. 

"I'll want to hear more details tomorrow, Amy, but I think I've had too much beer and too much excitement for one day," she said. "I need to get some sleep." 

"Me too," replied Amy as she locked the door of their shared room. She put the safety latch on too. Now there was no chance of the two women being disturbed by any drunken student barging into their room. Amy was feeling tired too, but she was also feeling the effects of having retold all the intimate details of her sex-filled weekend. The fresh memories had aroused her and she was thinking of her room-mate in ways she had never thought before.

Amy had never realized before how similar in appearance Julie was to her father. She had some of the same facial features and some of the same mannerisms. In a way, Amy felt that she was still with Rob. And the thought of her new lover made Amy's heart beat a little faster.

Trying to be discreet, she watched Julie as the redhead undressed. She breathed a little harder as Julie stood between the two beds wearing only her panties, fumbling with a tee-shirt. Amy admired the shapely legs, firm flat stomach, and curved buttocks of her friend. Julie's breasts, a nice C-cup in size, stood out firmly, without a hint of sag. Are her nipples puckered? Amy wondered to herself. Has she also been aroused by all the talk about sex? Amy couldn't be sure, but looking at Julie's near nakedness was doing nothing to soothe her own sexual arousal.

Julie had put on the tee-shirt and lain down on her back staring at the ceiling, deep in thought, her legs slightly apart. Amy undressed quickly. She considered stripping naked, but decided not to push things too quickly, so finished up in panties and a tee-shirt, the same as Julie. But instead of lying down on her own bed, Amy lay down beside Julie. Julie moved further to the side to give her friend some more space. There was nothing unusual about this. The friends often lay together chatting. Sometimes they had even kissed each other, usually after too much beer or wine, like tonight. But they had never been passionate kisses; more like teenagers on their first date ... long lingering kisses, but with closed lips. They both enjoyed those occasional necking sessions. They felt that they cemented their close friendship.

Amy lay on her side propped herself up on her left elbow. She made sure that her leg was resting against her friend's leg. There was a clear contrast between the coloring of the two women. Amy has Japanese features and has straight, jet black hair, while Julie is a redheaded, curly-haired Caucasian. Amy looked down at her lovely friend, who had closed her eyes and was breathing quietly. With her free hand, Amy began to trace light circles on Julie's stomach, through her tee-shirt.

"It's been quite a day, hasn't it?" asked Amy.

"It sure has," replied Julie quietly.

"Has it bothered you hearing about me having sex with your dad?"