Meanwhile Charlotte, looking dazed but happy, crawled over to the nearest chair and hauled herself up into it. Settling back heavily into the chair, she reached for the second glass of brandy that Miss White had left sitting on the table. She took a long drink and sighed. She hadn't come that hard in... well, it was hard to say how long. Cat was very good with a strap-on, but this woman was an artist.
Miss White extended one hand to grip the top of Cat's head. The short, spiky strands of hair felt strange on her palm, but not unpleasant. Miss White began to fuck Cat's mouth more aggressively, gradually pushing her down until the back of her head was against the floor.
Now Miss White pulled out of Cat's mouth with a pop and moved down between her legs. After using her thumbs to pull Cat's pussy lips apart, Miss White took aim and plunged in.
Charlotte was drinking and watching — from this angle all she could see Miss White's ass going up and down as Cat's hands gripped her back — when she felt something moving beneath her. She looked down to see Jodie kneeling between her legs, looking up at her with an expectant smile. Jodie had been waiting for a long time now — since the moment they'd met, really — to see what Charlotte tasted like, and now she just couldn't stand it any longer.
Feeling sufficiently recovered now, Charlotte hooked her legs over the arms of the chair, presenting her wide-open pussy for Jodie's enjoyment. Jodie went after her like a kitten after milk, lapping away eagerly, sloppily, and with abandon.
The intensity level in the room built and built. Cat wrapped her legs around Miss White's, digging her fingernails into Miss White's back as she angled her hips upward, searching for the stimulation on her clit she was craving. Miss White flexed every muscle in her body, willing herself to be a rock that Cat could rub herself on.
Finally Cat came explosively, and Charlotte followed soon after, their moans melting and fading into each other. After that it became a contest between Miss White and Jodie to see who could make her girl come more and harder. Cat turned out to be highly multi-orgasmic, climaxing again and again without too much effort from Miss White. But Jodie was on her A-game that night, using probing fingers and darting tongue to continually hold Charlotte on the edge of orgasm, then occasionally send her shivering over the edge.
Some time later — none of the women present could have said exactly how much — Miss White stood up and walked somewhat tentatively over to the open chair. She had expended a lot of effort and her head was ringing from Cat screaming in her ear. But she felt a great sense of satisfaction as she looked over at the spent, limp figure sprawled across the bed.
Jodie was sitting back on her haunches, having finally sated herself on Charlotte's pussy. Charlotte was slumped back in her chair with eyes half-open, looking like she'd been hit with a good right cross. But after a couple of minutes she lifted herself from the chair and threw herself onto the bed, where she and Kat cuddled up into a warm, happy little ball.
Jodie took Charlotte's place on the chair and she and Miss White exchanged admiring looks, then each picked up a glass of brandy and they silently toasted each other. There was a quiet interlude before Cat raised herself slowly from the bed and wandered off, gloriously naked, in search of something cold to drink. She returned a few minutes later holding a cold bottle of beer against her forehead and stood in front of Miss White, smiling wryly.
"So," she said, "what can we do for you?"
