"Keep your eyes straight, little girl," he called, pushing at her with his free hand. "I just got a little surprise for you. And I promise you'll like it."

With that he slowly poked his finger into her asshole, swirling it around to get it good and lubricated. She started to protest, but by then he was in to the second knuckle, and with a final little push his finger was deeply embedded in her anus. At his instructions she leaned back, and began sliding up and down on his cock again. But this time he also fucked her asshole with his finger, and her whimpers at the invasion soon turned to deep-throated moans of pleasure.

Smoothy made sure to zoom in extra close on this scene, catching every stroke of Shy Guy's finger, every bounce of Melissa's ass, and every contraction of her pussy around his thick, white cock. On the wide camera, I could see my wife was in the throes of ecstasy, sweat covering her face, and her hands involuntarily squeezing and pinching her breasts. After not much more than a minute, she came again and again, the orgasms visibly shuddering through her body like ocean waves. I, too, felt dizzy and wobbly kneed, stunned by the powerful image of my wife cumming while impaled on another man's organ, and weakened by my own struggles to keep from shooting off just yet.

Having given Melissa a few moments to rest, Shy Guy directed her to lay back down on the mattress. She immediately spread her legs, expecting another fucking, but instead he knelt over her breasts, reached back and covered his fingers with the juices from her cunt, and then rubbed them on his dick. Then placing his cock between her tits, he had her force them together, so he could fuck her breasts. Because his cock was so long, each upstroke brought it well within range of her mouth, and she licked at the engorged head each time it approached.

From time to time Shy Guy would reach back and replenish her cunt juices on his cock, taking the time to rub or pinch her glistening clit. His cock between her breasts proved to be a more powerful image than even her riding him, and I knew I was just a few strokes from cumming all over the storage room. With his cock sliding up and down through the valley of her tits, with her nipples rubbing back and forth on every stroke, and with her tongue straining to touch the tip of his cock...well, that image will remain burned in my mind for a long time to come.

After a few more strokes, he twisted around in his saddle and reached back for more lubricating juice from my wife's cunt. This time she freely accommodated him, stretching he legs out wide and exposing her steamy pussy for the whole world to see. As three of his fingers plunged inside her, she arched herself up to meet them, as if she couldn't get enough of his touch. His fingers gleamed with her juices, and the smell of her permeated the whole studio. Within three trips to her fountain, he'd lathered his cock up again.

With his dick once more positioned between her tips, Melissa eagerly pushed them together, angling them so her aching nipples were in contact with his shaft. Snuggled inside thusly, his thrusts quickly became heated and urgent. As his cock entered and emerged from the valley between her breasts, it looked as though he were jacking off, just using her tits instead of his hand.With my own hand wrapped tightly around my cock, I could easily imagine what it felt like for him. And at that thought, I felt a familiar tingling and contraction in my balls. I violently pulled at my own cock, even as Shy Guy's efforts to fuck my wife's tits grew more violent. In an eruption as sudden and shocking as a punch to the stomach, I shot a stream of cum far across the room, watching through hazed eyes as it smeared across a packing box. My hips working, my legs nearly buckling, I proceeded to blast three more spurts, their trajectories falling much shorter than that first, mammoth burst.

Nearly simultaneously, I watched as Shy Guy's own cock began to twitch, and his thrusts become more urgent. Then, with a warning cry, he loosed his own cannon shot, right into my wife's waiting mouth, covering her outstretched tongue and coating her white teeth with his salty cum. The onset of the next barrage brought him out of his saddle, and his cum shot hit Melissa full in the nose, where it began to stream down both sides of her face. The next one left lumps of cum in her hair, and helped by his stroking hand, the next few dribbled out of his cock onto her heaving breasts.

For a few moments, the whole tableu remained silent and still, broken only by Shy Guy and Melissa's ragged breathing. Then, with her pussy still splayed out for everyone and the camera to see, my wife begged him to make her cum, "Please, please let me ride you. I've gotta fuck you. You've gotta let me cum. I've done everything you wanted, and I'll do the rest and more. Just put it in me, please..."

Shy Guy seemed to consider this, but a quick shake of the head from Smoothy put it all to rest. "No, sweets. You only cum when we say you can. But I got somethin' for you to do while we all take a break that might let you get your rocks off. Now be a good girl and get that cock cleaned off, so we can get on to the next part," Smoothy admonished.

Disheartened, Melissa lazily licked Shy Guy's dick clean, and sucked up the cum he scooped up to her lips. Then she smiled as Shy Guy plunged his fingers back into her pussy and gave her a short but evidently pleasing finger-fucking. Finally her dragged himself off of her, and she lay on the mattress, awaiting her next orders.

As for myself, I was finally beginning to recover from my earth-shattering orgasm. But I was quite dismayed. This didn't seem to be Melissa's idea of punishment. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying herself entirely too much. Wasn't there anything these guys would do that would shake her up? What if she decided that she liked it so much that this became a regular thing?

I needn't have worried.