So she waited for him to return and when he re-entered the room, she got on her knees, thrusting her buttocks toward him in an provocative invitation to fuck. At the same time she continued to frig Nina's clit, and Meat continued to fuck endlessly, driving his huge dork tip into Nina's cunt.
The postman didn't hesitate to take up her invitation, but walking right up her, dropped to his knees and guided his cock between the exposed lips of Sharon's cunt. It took him a moment to find her cunt-hole with the head of his cock, but when he did he slid it into her body, pushing it in the slick orifice all the way to the hilt.
«Oooh!» Sharon exclaimed as she felt her pussy invaded by the first man-meat of the day
She was surprised that it felt better than the dog's cock had, though she knew it might be-because the postman had reached around her and was rubbing her clit with his hand, providing her with a kind of stimulation the dog never could. At the same time, was giving her a tongue-bath on the back, was something the dog wouldn't be inclined to do.
She wiggled her buttocks back against the postman as he did his best to cancel her lust by enveloping her in an orgasm he special-delivered to her box. She took her free hand and toyed with one of her nipples, already taut and hot from the fire being generated in her pussy by the mailman fucking her so well dog-fashion. Her mouth was dry, her body tight, as she was rapidly approaching orgasm.
She continued frigging Nina's clit, and the dog fucked and fucked and fucked, his cock a never-flagging source of screw-delight. Nina had come several times and showed no inclination to stop, and the dog, whose instinct was to fuck until uncunted by a snarling bitch, continued screwing without thought of anything but the pleasure his cock was bringing him.
At the same moment that Sharon's orgasm crashed over her, Nina began moaning softly, not in pain but in absolute delight at the sensations coursing through her body. Sharon gave a short cry as her body throbbed into its climax. She released Nina's clit and her own tit to clutch the postman's hand tight against her cunt, while his long, slick cock continued to slide in and out of her cunt.
Then Sharon gave the postman the benefit of her long and varied fucking experience … and brought him to a gushing come in a matter of moments. With her hand at her crotch, she reached behind her and slipped a finger into her vagina, where his cock was still moving in and out of her pussy. Her finger increased the sensation he felt, not only from the increased friction produced by the additional digit in her cunt, but also from the way in which she made sure her finger contacted the sensitive ridge at the head of his cock.
He gripped her hips tightly and drove his cock as deeply into her as he could. His cock spurted thick, pungent gouts of cream into cunt, and she kept her finger working to provide him with sensations the likes of which he'd never had before. Even after his cock had finished shooting into her, she flexed her finger back and forth, back and forth, sending sharp bolts of sensation coursing through his body
At that moment, Nina suddenly screamed sharply, grabbed Meat and pulled his body to her as tightly as she could. She rolled from the couch, and for several long, fucking moments she and the dog were side by side on the floor the dog still fucking and Nina trying to pull him so his cock would drive in her body all the way to the hilt. Then, just as suddenly, she pushed him away, curling into the fetal position, her hands clasped over her pussy.
Her moans now were quite audible, and as Sharon and the postman recovered from the force of their comes, they turned to watch Nina and Meat. Meat, once his cock had been uncunted, curled up on the floor exhausted, no and further interest in fucking or anything else. But Nina concerned them, for she seemed oblivious the reality around her, doing nothing but laying there on the floor, clutching her cunt and moaning softly.
«What's the matter with her?» the postman asked, sliding his cock from Sharon's cunt and wiping it on the couch.
«How the hell do I know?» Sharon replied, struggling to her feet. «I've never seen anybody come like that.»
They knelt over Nina, who didn't know they were there, and pulled her hands away from her pussy. There was no sign of physical damage from the fucking the dog had done, but even though it had been many long moments since she'd thrust the dog away from her, Nina's cunt was still throbbing.
«Christ, she's still coming!» Sharon said. «No wonder she's just laying there and letting it happen!»
Sharon and the mailman watched with fascination while Nina kept coming. They spread her legs so they could watch the throbbing of her pussy, and the movement didn't seem to abate the level of her sensations in the slightest.
«Christ, we've got to stop her,» Sharon said.
«If she goes on like this much longer, she won't be able to walk for a week.»
«What a glorious way to go,» the postman said. «I wish I could come like that.»
«It would hurt after a while,» Sharon said. «What the hell can we do?»
«How the hell do I know?» the postman replied. «I've never seen anybody come like that.»
Suddenly inspired, Sharon bent over her girl friend and sucked her long, hard clitty into her mouth. She sucked it like she would a cock, feeling her own pleasure renewed by the contact, but more importantly, she felt Nina begin to buck upward with her hips, and in a few moments the Big come washed over her and the throbbing spasms stopped. She pushed Sharon's head away just after that, and in a few more minutes she was strong enough to sit up.
«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.»