Pushing Melissa away, Terry called to Smoothy and spread her legs for him. Immediately he plunged inside her, banging her hard, the sound of skin slapping together carrying even into my hiding place. With Shy Guy's massive cock rammed between her legs, and Punk's cock nestled in her mouth, the others also engaged in a fast and furious fuck-fest, bouncing Melissa back and forth like a ping-pong ball. A loud groan caused everyone to look to Smoothy, who spurted his load deep into his girlfriend's cunt, again and again and again. With a distrubingly satisfied look, she then pushed Smoothy away and sat back on her stool, her legs wide and her pussy covered with cum and juice.

"Slave. Come here!" she ordered, causing Shy Guy and Punk to break off their attack. "I want you to clean up this cum. All of it. Start with his dick," she gestured at Smoothy. "And you can finish what's left in my pussy."

I thought Melissa would surely refuse, but Smoothy backed up the order by flipping a quarter in the air. The meaning was clear: either eat out his girlfriend, or open herself to yet another fuck.

"Ok, master," she replied. "But if I make her cum, it counts against the total of four you get tonight."

"Done," Smoothy answered, eagerly swinging the camera around, while the other two stood stroking their cocks. My own cock throbbed in anticipation; I knew I would surely shoot off watching my wife's tongue penetrating another woman's slit.

After dutifully tonguing Smoothy's cock clean, Melissa approached Terry with some trepidation. She looked up, past the swinging breasts, past the grim smile, to meet eyes that were both predatory and triumphant. Following Terry's explicit instructions, I watched as my wife bent forward and licked the glistening pubic hair, brushing it with the tip of her tongue and cleaning off the droplets of juice and cum. Then, her tongue traced a circle around the outside of Terry's slit, leaving a light trail of saliva along the stubbly skin. Terry's ass clenched as Melissa sought out her anus, her tongue flicking the puckered gray hole, then licking the juicy mixture from her deep crack.

Finally she returned to the waiting hole, raw and red from all the exuberant attention. Not pausing for a moment, she lightly touched the tip of her tongue to the folds of skin, tracing the contours. Her soft tongue pressed down into the steamy valley, neither cunt lips nor tongue giving way. Finally the lips parted, and Melissa's probing tongue slid smoothly between them, til her teeth were pressed into the fetid patch, and her lips applied their most intimate kiss.

At Terry's instructions, she began lapping at the cunt before her, at times parting the lips to reveal the pink wetness within, at times rolling the lips upward to press upon the quivering clit. Putting her hands into play, she stretched Terry's cunt lips open wide and found her clit, alternately licking and twiddling it. Terry's hips began to swivel and shake, and she pulled my wife's head hard against her crotch. I could tell that Terry was close to exploding, and so was I.

With a shout, Terry stood up on the rung of the stool and thrust her cunt hard against my wife's tongue, which by now was directly licking the clit. Just as Terry's body shook with the first wave of a heaving orgasm, Melissa thrust her hand deep inside, while maintaining her electric contact with Terry's engorged clit. And as Terry gave another loud yell, my own cock began spurting all over the floor, seeming to pull every ounce of energy out of my legs, leaving me draped against some boxes. Terry evidently felt the same way...even as her body shuddered from the secondary tremors, she sagged against Melissa, seemingly held in place only by the tongue between her legs.

Taking a bit of revenge, Melissa continued to lick at Terry's cunt, focusing on the sensitive areas that would now cause more pain than pleasure. She continued until Terry finally had the strength to push her away, and sat primly on her heels, an innocent look on her face.

"Enough of this chick stuff," Punk declared, a fevered look in his eyes. "It's my turn to get a little ass. As long as that's OK with our 'director', that is?"

Terry ignored his sarcasm. "Now that I got her ready for you, you can use my slave to get off. But I think, just to make sure she knows who's boss, you should cum all over her. And she should rub it all over...so she smells like you when she goes home to the husband she's cheating on."

"Whatever," Punk replied. "Just so I get to fuck her now?"

"Go for it, little guy," Terry said, looking down at his smallish dick.

Punk didn't waste any time, pushing Melissa flat on the mattress and aiming his dick between her legs. He pounded into her, his big sack swinging back and forth and slapping against her ass. What would have been over in a few strokes took far longer; Melissa was just so sopping wet inside it was almost impossible for him to get any friction going. Finally he had her put her legs down, and thrusting into her tightened hole he was soon grunting and ready to cum.

Surprisingly, his dick stroking straight down into her hidden pussy was one of the more erotic images of the whole evening. I could already feel a stirring in my groin, and Smoothy's spent cock was also lifting to a semi-hard state. We all watched as Punk continued to pound his rod deep into her, his sack and balls growing tighter by the minute. His rhythm slowed, he dropped down on her with all his weight...once, twice, again. With a gritted-teeth howl, he pulled out and jacked his cock a single time.

Then, his cargo of cum violently spurted out, covering the length of my wife, splashing all the way up to her neck. Not a single spurt, but a stream, as from a hose, wetting her from belly-button to tits. Amazingly, then, another shot whooshed out, splashing on her stomach. And a third dropped right into her pubes, linked to the tip of his cock by a single strand of cum, which refused to drop off, no matter how hard he shook it.

Pooling on her body now, the viscuous milky liquid left slimy trails as it sought the valleys and crevices of my wife's outstretched body. Punk waited, kneeling between her legs, as Melissa brought her hands up and began smearing cum all over her front. She covered her tits in it, pushed it over her ribcage, across her stomach, around her hips. Her skin gleamed with it, as though oiled. It built up between her fingers as she massaged it in...she wiped the build-up on her inner thighs and smeared it around. With her whole front covered in a sheen of cum, she licked her fingers clean, and then dutifully sat up and sucked the cum drops off Punk's limpening cock, licking his sack as well.

Shy Guy then stepped up to the mattress, ordering my wife to take up a position on her hands and knees. Pushing her head down to the sheets, he knelt between her outstretched legs, her ass weaving tantalizingly in front of him. His cock by now had reached its full length, the engorged head gigantic next to her cunt lips. After rubbing the head just inside her to lubricate it, he slowly pushed it into her, not pausing until his pubic bone met her taut ass cheeks. So long was his cock that when he withdrew it for the next stroke, no part of his body touched hers. Then he crammed it back into her, roughly, pushing her head down into the mattress, even though she was braced and straining against him. Again and again he pounded into her, more smoothly now that his cock was slicked up by her juices.

The camera showed the view from above and behind, his cock seeming to disappear in her crack, the engorged lips of her cunt peeking out from time to time. Covered in sweat, the frenzy of his fucking increased, spraying beads of salty wetness down on her back. Faster and faster he hammered at her, his hands yanking her back to him even as he plunged forward into her. I stroked at myself as I watched them, wanting nothing more than to replace the man now at my wife's back door, and pound it home myself. Smoothy also watched intently, but from behind Terry, rubbing her tits with one hand and her cunt with the other.

Suddenly, Shy Guy pulled out and wrapped both hands around his juice-covered dick. Yanking it back and forth, he howled out and rocketed a huge load of cum onto my wife's sloped back. Three other spurts followed, with Shy Guy aiming the last two at her quivering ass. Then using the length of his cock as a kind of level, he smeared his cum all across her back and buns, making sure to cover her ass thoroughly. As tradition dictated, she cleaned his cum-smeared cock with her lips and tongue, getting quite a bit on her face in the process.