«God, what happened?» Nina asked, bewildered.
«You started coming and wouldn't stop,» Sharon said. She handed Nina a shot of brandy. «Drink this. It may bring you back to life.»
Nina gulped her shot gratefully, shuddered as the fiery liquid scalded its way down her throat to explode in her stomach in weakening waves that spread through her momentarily, then her strength started returning.
«Wow!» she said crawling over to the couch where she struggled up to sit. «I've never had comes like that.»
«We were worried about you,» Sharon said.
«It looked like you weren't ever going to stop coming.»
«I probably wouldn't,» Nina replied. She looked ruefully at the stained couch cushions. «Damn, the upholsterer's going to have to clean these cushions … again.»
«Again?» Sharon laughed.
«Again. He gets them about once a month. He doesn't charge me anything for cleaning them.»
«Oh?»
«Nope. We've got a trade-out. He cleans come stains out of my cushions, and I fuck him. I get the better end of the deal, because I like to fuck and he doesn't like to clean cushions.»
«That's one way to do business, I guess,» the postman said. «I guess I better get dressed and deliver the rest of my mail.»
«Fuck the mail,» Sharon said. «Let's give Nina time to get her strength back a little and we'll see if we can't find some ways to make a good three-way for you on her waterbed.»
«But through rain or sheet or snow or black of night …» the postman said.
«Bullshit,» Sharon laughed. «In the first place, Herodotus didn't say anything at all about those guys making their appointed rounds if they could stay home and get some pussy, and in the second place, the postal service is so fucked up now if you didn't deliver the mail for a couple of weeks, nobody would notice.»
«That's true,» the postman said. «At Christmas time, when the mail's heavy, I sometimes take it home, with me instead of delivering it. Especially when it's cold outside.»
«I don't doubt it,» Sharon said. «I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't have a manual that told you how to give poor service.»
«They don't go that far,» the postman said. «But the management training they give teaches them how to cut service back without making customers mad.»
«Christ, think what would happen to a whore house if they used that philosophy,» Nina said.
«The madam would be out of business within a day.
«They ought to run the post office like a whore house,» Sharon said. «Put it on the basis that the customer being serviced was of prime importance, and things would get better. I'd like to see a madam made Postmaster General.»
«Things would sure change,» the postman said. «But why the hell do we have to talk about my job. There are lots more interesting things to talk about.»
«Yeah,» Nina said. «Like me fucking a goddamn dog.»
«That was a surprise,» the postman said. «I saw it in a movie once, but I never thought I'd actually see it.»
«It's exciting,» Nina said.
«It was to me, too,» the postman said. «I really got turned on watching you and him.»
«You know how turned on I got,» Nina said. «It's a different kind of feeling than fucking a man.»
«Yeah,» Sharon interjected, «but I found I liked man-cock better than dog cock.»
«Really?» Nina said.
«Yep. I fucked Meat this morning, and I got fucked while the dog was in you. And comparing the two like this, I really like man-cock better … even when I don't know this gentleman's name.»
«I'm sorry,» Nina said. «This is Gil. He's my regular postman.»
«When Gil gave it to me dog-fashion,» Sharon said, «I really liked it better than the feel of dog-cock in my cunt.»
Gil grinned self-consciously.
«I saw the size of that dog's dong,» he said. «Thanks for the compliment.»
«I've always said it's not a big cock that can make it good for a girl,» Nina said. «It's how that cock is used that counts.»
«Right,» Sharon agreed. «And all the dog can do is climb on and hump. A man has so many other ways to go.»
«You know, I want to find out if I like man-cock better than dog cock,» Nina said.
«That's the only thing that could get me interested in fucking again so soon.»
«Are you suggesting we go the route on your waterbed?» Sharon asked, sliding her hand caressingly over Gil's half-hard cock.
«Well,» Nina said impishly, «that's the only way I can tell.»
Sharon, always the mistress-of-ceremonies when it came to fucking games, took Gil's cock and led him from the room. Nina followed.
«I've never been in a three-way before,» Gil said. «I don't think I'll be able to fuck you both.»
I've had mine,» Sharon said. «I'm just along to help out … or in, as the case may be.»
«You'll get some loving,» Nina said. «Don't think I don't know what you did for me.»
«We've never gone that route before,» Sharon said. «I didn't know how you felt about it.»
«I love it,» Nina said. «I used to get all my loving that way, when I was a kid in school. We were all afraid of getting knocked up, so we'd get together after school and suck each other off.»
«I'll be damned,» Sharon said. «I wish you'd told me that earlier. Neither one of us would have had to be so frustrated sometimes.»
«I didn't know if you'd groove on sucking pussy,» Nina said. «I sometimes go out looking for nothing else.»
They crawled on Nina's king-sized waterbed settling on the resilient surface comfortably before making any sexual contact. Gil was self-conscious suddenly, in bed with two horny chicks who could out-fuck him all night. But neither of them gave it any thought, but turned at trace to making the fucking as great as they could for him. Nina crawled down and started sucking his cock … something Sharon would never have been able to do, because she couldn't suck anything hut the cleanest cock … while Sharon turned her attention to sucking his nipples. She knew, as many women never learned, that the nipples of a man are often as sensitive as a woman's to sensual stimulation.
Gil's certainly were, for she felt them grow hard between her lips, and as she licked and sucked them, she was aware of his growing arousal based on what she was doing. She knew Nina was sucking his cock, but she also knew that a man's cock, so soon after fucking, is hardly as sensitive as other parts of his body.
Nina got his cock hard, though, and wasted no time in making the comparison that was the purpose for her being here. She climbed up on top of Gil, straddled his cock and guided it into her pussy, lowering herself on it with a sigh of deep satisfaction as it filled her full. Then she leaned forward, pressing her tits against his chest, and began rotating her hips in such a way to give him the greatest fuck she could. Nina wasn't so experienced as Sharon, but then, few women in the world could be, for Sharon had made a career of fucking, whereas Nina was strictly a dabbler. But still she was a skilled fuckstress, and she prided herself on her skill at being able to bring a man off quickly, or make his fuck last a long time, whenever she wanted to.
Right now she wanted him to come as quickly as possible, for she knew he'd spilled his big load in Sharon's cunt during the living room fuck, and so she needed to make the stimulation as great as she could for him, in order to keep him going for the requisite amount of time. She tightened down on her cunt muscles, gripping the hard shaft of his cock as tightly as she could so that he would receive the benefit of all the friction her slick slit could provide.
Sharon, never willing to be left out of the action, proceeded at once to add her contribution to the stimulation they were receiving. She moistened a finger on each hand by thrusting it into her sopping pussy, then she worked them into both asses, giving them anal stimulation in addition to the cunt-fucking they were engaged in. Gil grunted at the contact, but Nina, intent on her own sensation, made no acknowledgment of the in-thrusting
