Feeding her his cock, inch by inch, I watched it disappear into her mouth, the sides of her cheecks working as she alternately lashed it with her tongue and then sucked on it. Soon he was nearly in to the hilt, surely deeper than she'd ever taken me. Pistoning in and out, he used her mouth like a vagina, with his balls occasionally slapping against her neck and chin. All caught intimately on tape.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled out of her mouth, and led her to the bed.

"Lie down," he ordered, placing her in a half-sitting position. "Now pull the bottom of the baby doll up a little bit, so we can see just how wet you are." As he arranged her top, he took care to brush his hand against her crotch often, at one point stroking her pussy lips through the satiny fabric. Then, with her crotch fully facing the camera, he reached down and untied the strings at the sides of her legs, and pulled the front panel forward, exposing her pussy to the camera. Evidently Smoothy had left instructions for that, too, since she'd shaved her pubic hair into a vertical strip, in the style of porn stars today. This line of hair pointed right to her cunt lips, which were attractively stripped of hair on each side, as well.

With the camera following every move, Smoothy drew his forefinger over the pouting folds of my wife's cunt, occasionally slipping inside to a fingernail's length. Bringing his other hand into play, he extended his explorations, caressing her mound, sliding back to finger her ass hole, kneading her ticklish thighs, and grasping at her ass cheeks.

After a few more moments, he slid his hands up over her stomach, bundling up the baby doll fabric as he progressed. He paused just before the swell of her breasts, and then lifted the top over her head, wrapping her hands and arms in it. Holding her in this exposed position, he lowered his mouth to her tits, teasing his tongue around the base of each before aggressively capturing the nipple between his lips and teeth. Tugging, pulling, gnashing and suckling, he worked the nipples and aeuorlas until they were red and stiff.

Still holding her supine, Smoothy twisted his body to position his cock between her legs. Punk dropped down with the camera, shooting between their bodies to show the tip of his cock supported once again by her lips. Only this time, he had seven inches of fully engorged flesh poised over her. And this time, the lips in questions protected my wife's cunt, which I was normally very protective about. Then, having assured that Punk was getting the shot, Smoothy slowly lowered himself into my wife's cunt, disappearing inch by inch into the hot folds I called my own. Finally, his body met her's, his long pubic hair entangling with her short stuff, as if they too were in the throes of passion.

For the next few minutes, Smoothy contented himself with pounding in and out of my wife, pausing every so often to ravage her tits with his mouth, or to lick her neck and earlobes. Punk's camera circled around them, focusing on her hands and arms held captive above her head, on the swaying of her breasts as Smoothy rocked her body, or on the rock-solid cock as it slipped in and out of Melissa's cunt, covered in her tasty juices.

On one shot, with Punk filming from the side, I could see Melissa lifting her hips, thrusting upward to meet Smoothy's rhythmic pounding. On several of his strokes, her hips pretty much left the bed. For someone being forced into this, she sure seemed to be enjoying it.

Soon, however, Smoothy slid out of her, and directed her to her hands and knees. With her tits hanging down, and her ass thrust up in the air, Smoothy knelt behind her, and she helpfully reached back to position his cock at the entrance of her wet, hungry cunt. As jammed his dick in and out of her, I could see the muscles playing in his back and butt, tensing and then releasing with each stroke. Occasionally he would stop while buried inside her to bend forward and paw at her tits, milking them down and then twiddling the nipples.

After a few minutes he paused in his ministrations and gestured at Punk. "Get around the front there, and let's give her mouth a little bit of a workout. It might help her get, you know, a little more enthusiastic!"

In no time at all, they had Shy Guy out on the camera; the recorder set to pick up everything from his hand held camera. And Punk was naked in front of my wife, his small cock waving in front of her face, big balls quivering in anticipation. This, I firmly believed, would be a new experience for my wife, taking two men at once. And indeed, her face reflected the sudden realization that these guys might have a lot more in store for her than she anticipated.

With one hard stroke, Smoothy began pounding once again into Melissa's waiting pussy, his balls slapping hard against her hard ass. Punk immediately stuck his cock into her moaning mouth, which slid back and forth in time with Smoothy's strokes. Soon they had a steady rhythm going, Melissa bouncing back and forth like a tennis ball, pushed forward by Smoothy's cock finding the deepest recesses of her pussy, and then pushed back by Punk's cock enjoying the hot wetness of her mouth.

Comfortable in a rhythm, they talked between themselves, as if they did this every day. "She has got the hottest, tightest pussy of any chick I've ever had," noted Smoothy.

"She's not too bad at sucking, either," Punk replied, running his fingers through her hair. "And those tits just make me want to cum all over them. Which reminds me, don't cum inside her this time. I wanna eat some of that pussy, and I don't wanna be tastin' your cum, too."

They continued on for a few more minutes, commenting on the shape of her ass, the smoothness of her skin and her readiness to spread her legs for them. Finally, Smoothy pulled out with a wet 'pop', and he began setting up the next shot while Punk busied himself instructing Melissa on how he wanted his balls licked. After lining up the second mounted camera on Melissa's bobbing head, he switched it on in the control room and joined Punk and Shy Guy, who by now had stripped off his clothes.

"Now we're going to see how good she really is at sucking cock," Smoothy said to his friends. "Liss, you're going to go around the 'circle of dicks', sucking whichever one is in front of you. When you feel a tap on your shoulder, you must turn in that direction and go down on the next one."

Melissa looked around at the three cocks standing insistently in her face, seeing each one in intimate detail. Every ridge, every texture, every cum hole was there for her to discover, with her mouth, hands and cunt. She looked as though she might hesitate for a moment, and then bent to her task, taking Smoothy's cock deep into her mouth. She slid it in and out lightly, and then began sucking on it, the wet noises distinct on the audio monitor.

With that, Shy Guy tapped her right shoulder, and she immediately turned and engulfed his huge dick, her mouth stretching wide as she worked her way down the shaft. All slurping sounds were stifled by the enormous tool in her mouth, but Shy Guy's guttural moans made up for it. Another tap brought her to Punk's rock hard dick, which she easily sucked to the hilt.