Smoothy then brought his finger, wet with her pussy juices, right to her lips, and ordered her to suck it, which she did with only a moment's hesitation. That seemed to break the ceremonial mood, with Smoothy saying, "Now it's your turn to give me what you gave your lover, Liss."

At his orders, Melissa retrieved her jeans from where she had kicked them, and folded them into a neat packet. Smoothy ordered her to kneel on the jeans, her head level with his crotch. As he played with her hair, Punk and Shy Guy scrambled to move their chairs to a better vantage point. Fortunately, I still had a clear view of all the proceedings.

With Smoothy instructing her every step of the way, Melissa tentatively unsnapped his jeans and pulled down the zipper. She then tugged the jeans down, revealing a tight pair of jockey shorts. Even from my vantage point across the room, I could clearly see the hard head of his cock outlined through the fabric. Melissa just stared at it as Smoothy kicked off his shoes and then the jeans. After removing his shirt and socks, my wife ran her hands up his legs until she was grasping the sides of his jockeys. He pulled her face forward, and she nibbled and licked his cock through the fabric, which looked wet with pre-cum.

Finally, he had her pull his jockeys off, leaving his cock to swing free in front of her face. Holding his cock in one hand, and her head with the other, he issued a proclamation, "From now on, before we start a session, you must kiss our dicks to show that you are our slave, and we are your masters. So kiss it. French kiss it. And make it a good one."

Guided by his hand, Melissa lowered her mouth onto the head of his cock. Briefly he held her in that position, presumably so his audience would be sure to see. Then, he thrust his cock deep into her mouth, and began to stroke in and out. After about 20 strokes, he pulled out of her mouth, and had her lick from his balls up to the tip of his shaft. With her hand wrapped around his shaft, I was able to estimate that he was about an inch longer than me, or about 7". It was easy to compare, as I had my own cock out and was softly stroking it, immensly turned on by this scene of another guy forcing my wife to suck him.

Considering the intense foreplay, the fact that Smoothy lasted more than one minute in Melissa's mouth was amazing to me. But then, he started stroking into her mouth again, and with a loud groan he launched his load into her mouth. I could tell that she didn't want to swallow it, but quickly changed her mind as he spasmed again and again into her. However, he continued to stroke in and out, making her gasp for air and open her mouth, allowing a large tablespoonful of cum to spill out. Before she could wipe it off, it dripped off her chin to land on her left tit, leaving a glistening trail before falling off onto her knees.

Smoothy pulled himself out, his cock just beginning to limpen. Melissa made as if to stand, but he pulled her face back down to his groin.

"You don't expect me to go home all slimy, do you?" he said to her. "Lick that cum off or I'll wipe it in your hair."

Melissa bent to the task, her agile tongue finding every drop of cum, even the stuff that had dripped underneath his balls. By the time she was done, he had become hard again, and obviously sensing an opportunity to make him cum again, she squeezed his shaft between her tongue and lips, stroking it up and down. I think he would have gone for it too, but Shy Guy whispered in his ear, and he abruptly pulled his dick away.

"Oh, no you don't. You're not going to get me today when I have so many things planned for you next week. Let's just get you set up for my man here."

'Getting set up' evidently meant clearing room on the floor so Shy Guy could fuck my wife. Once the desk was moved, Melissa knelt before Shy Guy, stripping off his shoes, socks and pants. He too was wearing jockeys, and the bulge was very pronounced. As Shy Guy stood there trembling, Melissa slowly drew down his underwear, and then gaped in amazement. Shy Guy's dick, still only about three-quarters erect, probably measured about 9" long, and seemed very thick.

After kissing the head as Smoothy instructed her to do, Shy Guy's dick extended to its full length, the throbbing veins recognizable even from my spot at the control room door. Melissa would have sucked him off then and there, but suddenly Shy Guy took control of the situation, directing her to lie down face-up on the carpeting. He crawled on top of her, and spent a few moments reverently, and then passionately, kissing and caressing her tits.

Then, as if he couldn't take it anymore, he explosively plunged his cock down at her. Unfortunately, he missed her hole by a few inches, and nearly bent his dick in half. Evidently taking pity on him, Melissa reached down and directed his dick into her waiting pussy. Again he dropped down hard on her, and this time his humongous cock plunged down inside her, burying itself deeply. Melissa spread her legs farther apart, and raised them slightly, probably because he was so big. I don't think she ever had any guy so large before. This guy seemed bigger and harder than the dildo we played with sometimes.

Within a few strokes, it was over for him. He shuddered and gave out a keening sound as he shot his load deep in my wife's cunt. Like Smoothy had, he too continued to stroke in and out, perhaps savoring the sensation of her tight pussy on his sensitive skin. Finally he pulled out, not limp in the least. His cock was covered in a mixture of his cum and her juices, and he crawled up her body to leave it swinging in front of her lips, ready to be cleaned. Again she put her lips and tongue to work, and within a minute his cock was clean, from head to base. And she'd given his substantial balls a clean licking, too.

It was over for me, too, because as soon as he had plunged his monster cock into my wife's pussy, I couldn't stop my own orgasm. Pumping my cock furiously, I spurted cum all over the control room door, and then had to clean it up with my handkerchief. But unlike the youngsters in the next room, I knew I wouldn't be ready for another round for about an hour. Ah, the advantages of youth.

As I expected, Punk Kid was quick and direct in his sexual needs. As Melissa was tongue-cleaning Shy Guy's cock, he'd been taking off his clothes, grinning in anticipation. Now he kneeled, naked, straddling her chest, with his dick pointing straight out, almost touching my wife's lips.

"I'm gonna get me a little bit of everything tonight," he declared, leaning over so she could kiss the head. He leaned back, twiddling her nipple with one hand while the other sought out her steaming, wet cunt. He laughed as she squirmed with instinctive pleasure. "Seems a little damp in there," he grinned, pulling his fingers out and making her lick them. "So I guess I won't be doing any muff diving today. But next week, make sure you clean yourself out good. Nothin' I like better than a little mustache ride!"

He waggled his dick in front of her mouth, gesturing for her to take it. It was unexceptional, of average length and circumference. What was unusual was the size of his balls; a little larger than golf balls. I got the feeling that when it was time to cum, Melissa had better have an umbrella.