THE FINALE
I thought back for an instant, over the events of the evening, the party, meeting Ingrid, Dorothy, and Angela, and the subsequent chemistry, leading up to Ingrid's urgently barked request; it was sort of peculiar, kinky in an awkward sort of way, but heartfelt, and it certainly sent me over the edge.
I was standing in the center of the room, feet slightly apart, knees slightly bent; I was keenly aware of the subtle piquancy of Angela's perfume, mixed with her own womanly scent, the delicious sensation of her tongue gliding over mine, the pressure of her calves braced agains my own, the supple strength of her body cantilevered from mine, the provocative touch of her nipples against my chest, and the exquisite sensation of her cunt muscles, milking the last spurts of my orgasm from my cock, deep up inside her. I kissed her with renewed passion.
Wow, this is some party, I thought.
After a long, lingering kiss, I lowered her to the ground. Over to the side, Dorothy had removed a cushion from the couch, so that she might lay out flat, her legs dangling over the edge. She was smiling up at Ingrid, spreading her legs wantonly and allowing the fingers of one hand to roam lazily over her clit. Ingrid stood above her, gently pinching her own nipples and licking her lips with anticipation.
I took Angela by the hand and led her to the couch. She sat down near Dorothy, and I sat in the armchair. I opened the remaining bottle of champagne and poured glasses for Angela and myself.
Now Dorothy was sort of purring and groaning and touching herself all over, as Ingrid sucked Dorothy's toes. It looked like Ingrid was really preparing to give her the treatment. As Dorothy's voice grew louder, Ingrid approached her splayed thighs, and bent to press one of her nipples into Dorothy's wet and swollen pussy; then she moved up on the couch, offering the nipple to Dorothy's mouth. Dorothy moaned and sucked it. Then Ingrid repeated the process with her other nipple.
I caught Angela's eye. She was sitting on the couch, with her knees up against her breasts. Looking at me, she smiled and parted them, offering me a tantalizing view of her cunt. I smiled approvingly, and reached my champagne glass over and clinked it against hers.
Dorothy was playfully rubbing her foot against Ingrid's pussy. Ingrid bent her legs to allow Dorothy to push two toes inside, and then closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation. Dorothy then withdrew them and offered them to Ingrid to be sucked.
Ingrid sucked at them greedily, and the taste seemed to overwhelm her. She dropped again to her knees, seized Dorothy's thighs, and buried her face in Dorothy's pussy.
Dorothy began cumming almost immediately, very noisily. Ingrid continued to eat her voraciously, her face bathed by Dorothy's eruption. Dorothy then gasped and seized Angela's hand, whispering her name.