Date: Fri, 20 Dec 2002 09:47:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selenaanders@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Reunion, part 2

The Reunion, part 2

This story is a shared writing experience, created by
Joni <ja36d@yahoo.com> and Selena
<selenaanders@yahoo.com>.  Parts by Joni begin with
1). Parts by Selena begin with 2).

2)
Amy's fingers were delighted with the long soft folds
of Stacy's dripping, drooping pussy lips, and the
scent that assailed her nose was heavenly. She knew
from experience that Jane rarely had much scent at all
between her thighs, because she always wore short
skirts without panties.

Amy was so grateful to Jane. Amy had escaped the civil
violence in Algeria by stowing away on a steamer to
Marseilles, and her treatment by the sailors when they
found her was enough to turn her off of men forever.
She washed dishes in a Marseilles bistro for just long
enough to be able to afford a plane to America. It was
pure luck that the immigration court had appointed the
young lawyer named Jane Rogers for her refugee
hearing. Amy was so glad to be allowed to stay in
America that she wanted to thank the lovely lawyer
with the only thing she had to offer. Jane had paid
for a year of catch-up schooling at Forsythe, then
found her a job at the best hotel in town. Ever since,
the two women had been lovers in whatever hotel room
happened to be available.

Amy's fingers felt the soft brush of Jane's tongue, as
they both tried to explore the same lush lips of the
blonde goddess. Amy withdrew her hand, and her wet
fingers traced down Stacy's inner thigh. There was
that thong, still stretched between Stacy's knees,
keeping her from spreading her legs far enough to
allow Jane easy access to her sex. Amy tugged down on
the thong, and as if in a dream, Stacy stepped out of
it. Amy wasted no time in bringing the sodden cloth to
her nose.

Without Amy behind her to provide support, Stacy
stumbled backward, coming to rest against the wall
beside the closet, with her legs spread wide. Jane
shuffled forward on her knees, ravenously pursuing the
lush pussy she had been missing for years. Jane was
like a starving woman who had just been offered the
most delicious meal ever, and she couldn't get enough
of the juices that were leaking from between the lean
legs of her old classmate.

Amy's head was spinning from the exotic aroma that
came from the thong she was sniffing. She stumbled
over to the king-size bed and sat down heavily, still
inhaling deeply through the cloth. She gazed at her
friend Jane who was frantically gobbling at the
succulent labia of the tall blonde. Stacy's sex was
hidden by Jane's head, but the sexy globes of Jane's
ass stared back at the young hotel worker. Amy was
totally turned on, and had to lift the hem of her
hotel uniform skirt, and begin to rub herself through
the crotch of the lace panties that Jane had bought
for her. She started slowly, but the vision before her
caused her need to explode, and soon she was rubbing
herself frantically.

Stacy was equally animated, humping her vulva hard
against Jane's hungry mouth.

1)
Stacy opened her eyes, which had been closed as she
floated in the ecstasy of Jane's licks and nibbles on
her sex. She pushed her vulva into Jane's face as the
brunette stabbed at her sex with a tongue spear. Her
eyes fell on Amy, sitting on the edge of the bed,
clawing vigorously at her own clitoris through the
lace panties. The sight of the dark-colored fingers
against the deep black lace excited Stacy even more.
He raised her hands and made a motion to Amy to stand
up. The petite Amourette obeyed. As Jane's tongue
assaulted Stacy's vulva again, the blonde motioned Amy
to remove her blouse and her skirt. She mouthed the
word "Slowly" and Amy nodded that she understood.

Without taking her eyes off the pair against the wall,
Amy disrobed, like a sensual strip tease. First, she
stepped out of her shoes and set them aside. Amy
released the snap and button of her gray skirt's
waistband, lowered the circle of cloth to the floor
and lifted her feet out.  She carefully folded the
skirt and set it on the top of the dresser. Her hand
reached for her vulva again - giving it a rub to keep
the good feelings going. Her eyes watched Stacy's as
her eyes followed Amy's fingers circling where her
erect clit must be. Stacy took a deep breath - she was
being attacked by Jane's mouth and fingers while Amy
assaulted her vision.

Stacy noticed that Amy was wearing stockings and a
very sexy black lace garter belt. It was the youngest
member's way of keeping a sexy feeling while wearing
the hotel's mandated uniform. She was glad the choice
for today. She could see that Goddess liked it.
Standing in front of Stacy, Amy raised her slender
fingers to the top blouse button and released it. She
slowly slipped each white button through its capturing
hole in the cotton/poly blend of her uniform blouse.
When all the buttons were free, Amy opened the blouse
and lowered it from her body, folded it and laid it on
top of the skirt. She removed her camisole by lifting
it over her head. Now Amy was dressed only in her
stockings, panties and a very pretty lace bra. The "B"
cups of her bra cradled her breasts lovingly. At least
that's how she felt when she wore the lingerie that
her lover and mentor, Jane, had presented her and
taught her to wear with pleasure. Looking at it, you
might think that the bra was somewhat out of place,
because it was so white against Amy's dark skin.

Stacy licked her lips and Jane licked Stacy's lower
lips. Stacy had recognized the signs of a French
accent when Amy spoke to her. Taking a chance, she
asked a question. "Adorez-vous mon corps, mon amant de
petite de Jane??" Stacy asked the petite girl. ("Do
you adore my body, Jane's petite lover?")

"Oh, oui. Oui, je fais, Mademoiselle Stacy." Amourette
quickly responded, "Oh yes, yes I do, Miss Stacy."

Stacy motioned to Amy to come to her - and she did.
"Suck on my nipples," she demanded of the tiny woman.
"They need your mouth."  Amy did not hesitate. Jane's
goddess was asking her to join in pleasing her. This
was an honor. Hearing Stacy speak, Jane looked up. She
was nearly sandwiched between the two women. Amy
looked down at Jane - would her lover approve? Would
she share Goddess?

Jane's answer took only a moment. She smiled and
nodded an approving "Yes."  As Amy moved into the tall
blonde's breast to suckle on her nipple, Jane rotated
slightly, put her hands on Amy's black panties, and
pulled them down.

2)
Jane had to scoot out of the way as Amy met Stacy,
lips to nipples; breasts to tummy, and after Jane had
whisked her panties off, Amy's pussy began to hump
itself against Stacy's thigh. Jane momentarily sat
back on her heels, looking up at her lovers as they
began to discover each other.  She admired the
contrast between the blonde's naturally fair skin,
carefully tanned by limited periods of nude
sunbathing; and the darker girl who was still clad in
a wisp of a bra, garter belt and hose. A smile came
over Jane's face as Stacy began to moan, and Amy's
grinding motions against the taller girl's leg became
more and more frantic. Slowly Jane rose to her feet,
leaving a damp patch of spent soap suds on the carpet.

Jane reached out with her left hand and took Stacy's
right that had been holding Amy's head to her breast.
Jane's right hand managed to find Amy's right. Gently
she drew her entwined lovers toward the giant bed.
Like a tall tree with a koala bear desperately
clutching to it, the two slowly toppled until they hit
the mattress and bounced apart, laughing. Jane ran
around to the side of the bed and reached for her
blonde goddess. "Cum here, you gorgeous woman!"

Without bothering to turn down the bedspread, Jane
dragged her leggy lady love further up on the bed.
Jane knew exactly what she wanted, and was determined
to get it. She climbed on top of her old friend with
her pussy poised above Stacy's rich pink mouth. Stacy
didn't need any more invitation than that, to grasp
Jane's hips and draw her down to be licked in a
delicious 69.

At first, Jane buried her face in Stacy's crotch, but
such was the blonde's enthusiasm, skill and outright
hunger that soon Jane had to lift her head from the
feast below her and cry out in delight. This was Amy's
chance to spread the goddess' thighs still farther
apart, to receive her first taste of blonde pussy. Amy
had not been practicing on Jane without learning how,
but she was surprised at the difference in taste
between the two women. While Jane's fluids were thick
and creamy and somewhat salty, this new woman-juice
was thinner, but sweeter.  Amy was utterly entranced
by the soft golden down that tickled her nose as she
sucked on the hard nub of Stacy's clit. She was
fascinated by the length of those wrinkled pink inner
lips that blossomed forth from the woman's slit.

How could Amy get more of that sweet juice she
suddenly craved? Quickly she slid three delicate slim
fingers as far as she could up inside the blonde's
vagina. She wanted the woman to cum on her hand, on
her face, in her mouth, anywhere she could lick.

Amy's attack only served to make Stacy slurp and lick
and suck more frantically at the sexy shaved pussy she
had missed for so long.  Again and again she jabbed
her tongue up inside Jane's love tunnel, savoring the
rich cream that was beginning to flow in greater and
greater volume. The contracting spasms of Jane's
delirious cunt caused her juices to cum in wave after
wave, until Stacy finally screamed in her Amy-induced
orgasm.  The vibrations of Stacy howling into Jane's
cunt tipped her over the edge and she went rigid as
one last huge contraction of her vaginal muscles
emptied her sex of its liquid treasure.

Slowly, Amy lifted her wet face, smeared with love
juice and a huge smile, while Jane toppled sideways to
catch her breath as she lay with her lovers on that
huge bed.

1)
Stacy lay with her head next to the wall. Jane's head
was near the foot of the bed. Amy leaned over and gave
Jane a kiss as she crawled up between the worn out
pair. When she reached Stacy, Amy presented her with a
kiss. She was half-straddled over Jane.

"Oh my sweet Amy," Stacy said. "We have neglected your
needs."

"Oh no, Miss Stacy..." Amy started to say. "Ohhh!!"

Her surprised chirp came as Jane pulled Amy's legs
apart and sank her mouth firmly on the little woman's
clit. Jane sucked the ripe bud and it stood erect
immediately. At the same moment, Jane moved her hand
and stroked Amy's wet pussy.  Amy writhed with
pleasure. Stacy moved aside, allowing Amy to roll so
she was on her back, knees up. Jane never released her
hold and circled Amy's clit with her tongue as she
continued her sucking.

Stacy, above the diminutive Amy, kissed her full and
rich on the mouth. Amy opened and Stacy's tongue
dashed into the toothy cavern.  Stacy's tongue raced
up and crossed the roof of the mouth, teasing the
nerves that reside there. Every little ridge got its
fair share of attention.

Now, Jane's fingers plunged into Amy's pussy, pulling
out the moisture that her excitement created. Jane
moved her mouth from the clit and let her thumb find
the bud. As she finger fucked her little lover, she
kissed her mound and stomach.

Stacy's hand found Amy's breast. She kneaded it and
moved her fingers to the erect nipple. Pinching
lightly and pulling, she could tell the tiny focus of
her attention was coming close to her climax.

Amy was delirious with passion. She had the two most
beautiful women she had known making love to her- the
tall goddess and her love-mentor. Well-practiced
fingers and mouths found every passion point. Her
stomach turned into a furnace. Her pussy contracted.

Jane felt the contraction. She increased her tempo and
pulled Amy to her orgasm.  "Ohh!!," Amy moaned. She
broke from Stacy's kisses. "Oh, Miss... Don't stop!!"
Amy's stomach muscles tightened and released. Her legs
jumped, pushing Jane away for a moment. Jane returned,
and lowered her mouth to give Amy one last kiss on her
clit and to lick her lovely juices. She lapped
quickly, and then more slowly, trying to get every
drop of the tiny lover's pussy syrup. Jane loved this
part - the tastes of her lovers were like nectar to
her.

As Amy wound down from her orgasm, Jane released her
and moved so the three women were now all together in
a small pile.  Stacy looked Jane and moved to give her
a tender kiss. Then she kissed Amy again. Jane kissed
Amy and settled back. Lying there,  completely spent,
the three women rested for a few minutes.

"Oh, Miss Stacy," Amy sat up with a bolt, "Your
clothes. I need to get them to the cleaners for you!"


Jane looked at the clock. It was nearly six. Stacy and
she were to meet the gang at Clancey's at
seven-thirty. "Amy, why don't you take a quick shower
in Stacy's room and freshen up before you leave?" Jane
suggested. "Stacy and I will freshen up here for our
party tonight."

"Okay, Miss Jane," Amy agreed. She gave Jane a sweet
kiss. Amy also gave one to Stacy as she climbed out of
the bed. Their tiny loverpicked up her clothing and
her master key. She padded to the door and opened it
to peek down the hall. It was clear. She knew she
could slip, unnoticed, into Stacy's room. She turned
around to say, "Goodbye".

Then Stacy spoke up. "We'll be back very late, but
Jane will call you in the morning to see what we can
plan for tomorrow." Then she looked at Jane. "If
that's okay with you, of course."

Jane smiled and nodded. It was fine with her. She was
very happy to have both her former love and her
present love together.  "Oh, Amy," Jane added, "When
you come tomorrow, bring the champagne and three
glasses."