Birthday Boy Gang-Bang Ch. 08-10

Chapter 8

As it happened, what I called the "Darius and Melissa Show" proved rather scintillating, to put it mildly. If we thought that Melissa was hot and bothered before, she really came into her own, pun intended, with this act, the last dick taking her sweet pucker. It was almost certainly the fact that she already had so much prostate stimulation, plus the extra lube that made the action so much smoother that enhanced the pleasure for her. Eddie's lovely wife's moans were loud enough to be heard in muffled form through the ball gag, confirming what I thought.

Of course, Darius himself was already so excited by the prior fucking that Melissa took and the cum dripping out from her backdoor that it was only a matter of time. He really struggled to hold back and why wouldn't he? Here he was, buried inside the hot mess that was Melissa, his boss's luscious wife, having just seen other men deposit their spunk back there as well. As an exhibitionist, he also enjoyed being filmed in the act and there was just the overall raunchiness of being part of a movie about gang-bangs set in someone's private residence on their marriage bed.

When Darius buried himself inside Melissa for one or two more strokes and she clenched her buttocks just right, it was too much. He erupted inside her already creamy cornhole and pulled out to leave a nice, healthy gape for all to see. Eddie zoomed in on that gaping asshole and let the future viewers get a better look at his own wife's anal creampie. He was obviously proud of that evidence that he married a porn star so sultry that she could make five men shoot that much jizz into her bottom.

"Alright, now ... lezzie action time, I hope. How about it, Mrs. Koening? What do you say, Hank? Shall your wife fuck mine? Want our wives to lez each other out? If so, how?" Eddie turned to us and Britta-Lise looked at me.

"Get your strap-on, babe. Take that sweet little butt of hers, just like she wants it. Melissa, wiggle your tush a little if you want my wife to sodomize you," I encouraged Melissa, who immediately did just that, teasing us with her sloppy, delectable ass.

"I'd say that's a yes, but let's remove the gag and confirm, shall we?" Eddie deliberately teased his wife with a delay, "how about it, dear?"

He removed the ball gag and she cried out, "Please, just have her ram it long and deep! Britta-Lise, honey, just take my slutty little butt!"

"I'd definitely say that she wants it, then. You might even say that she's ... gagging for it," Eddie joked as he put the ball gag back in his wife's mouth.

It wasn't much longer before Britta-Lise was up to her plastic balls inside Melissa's derriere, anally probing her harder than an alien. Eddie's cute little minx of a porn star slut wife took to my amateur porn star wife's strap-on and thigh harness penetration like a true champ, no surprises there. My wife really seemed to get into it, too, ravaging Melissa's tight tunnel with abandon after a short time, which only excited both of them more. Mrs. Coleman put her back into it, giving it her all to take more of that dildo near her prostate.

This was certainly not my father's idea of lesbian porn, but who cared about that? Armin Koenig wasn't precisely my standard or role model, either, not while doing life without parole for killing Mom and her lover with gunshots to the head. Yeah, I never mentioned that to you, but then, I seldom brought it up at all. Dad rotted in prison where he belonged, all because he caught Mom with another man and murdered them both. I learned the hard way that jealousy can be deadly. Father a double murderer, grandfather a Nazi war criminal, damn, my family closet had some skeletons to spare! I was determined not to follow their examples.

Thinking back on the present and focusing on what my wife did to Eddie's, suffice it to say that Britta-Lise and Melissa both made their husbands proud with their delightful Sapphic romp. The harder and rougher my wife got with her, the more the inner pain slut in Melissa came out to play and the closer another anal orgasm came. Watching my wife plow Mrs. Coleman, known professionally as "Melissa Moon," I definitely felt my own loins stir and I was far from alone there.

"So, how's she gonna be credited, then? Under her stage name or her real name?" I teased Eddie, who laughed at that.

"Oh, she always uses her screen name, but everyone in the industry knows that she's married and that I'm the lucky bastard who landed her sweet little ass! She's the one who got me into porn. She's the one who gave me, not lent, just gave me the venture capital for this little pro/am enterprise of mine, but she's also my partner in it.

"She benefits, too, the more this grows, and of course, she reaps ... other rewards. The same sort of fringe perks that I get, mind you. I always act in my films as well as direct them and she helps me produce and edit them, too. She's quite the little filmmaker these days, just like me. Have you thought of a screen name for your wife or yourself? It seems that you're going pro just as I am now, after all. Full-time porn stud, right? And your wife a full-time starlet," Eddie inquired.

"Birthday Boy, of course. It suits. It's a name that will instantly draw attention, be unique, and not give anything away about me. I can have fame without people knowing enough to easily dox me. As for her, I'll discuss it with her, but I'm inclined to favor Valkyrie or Freckles. Something like that," I grinned while my wife drove deeper and reached the prostate, of course.

"Okay, showtime!"

Eddie laughed as he rose and removed Melissa's ball gag, letting her scream her climax caused by Britta-Lise tapping her G-spot now. There was no mistake, of course, as even her tiny, ball less dick stiffened a little in response to the last straw that was my wife's dildo touching her prostate. Britta-Lise just made Melissa Moon come on film. It was truly awesome! I was very proud of my wife right then and I could tell that Eddie felt the same about his.

"Alright, honey, here it comes!" Eddie announced as he knelt behind Melissa and began licking up all that cum from her asshole.

"Can I suck and lick her strap-on clean from my own ass? Please?" Melissa pleaded with us now.

"Yes, of course!" Eddie stopped rimming her to approve that notion.

"Oh, God, yes!" Britta-Lise exclaimed as she walked over to Melissa's face and plunged her strap-on inside her waiting mouth.

"I want to eat you out, too, if it's okay with everyone," Melissa told my wife between strokes, making her laugh and nod.

"Sure, but I want to feast on your sweet little butt whenever I get the chance, too. I'm gonna love doing lezzie stuff with you!" Britta-Lise told Eddie's wife while the latter licked the former's dildo clean.

"Wow ... just wow ... this is just ... amazing!" Darius exclaimed as he observed my wife and Eddie's doing this awesome lesbian scene.

"I can't wait until Melissa starts licking your wife's twat and booty! I want to hear your little honey over there howl with ecstasy from a tongue deep inside her again!" Lester added now.

"Yeah, tell me about it! Your missus there is quite the trooper! She's a natural, just plain talented at this!" Tyson agreed easily with his friends.

"I'd have to agree with you there! She was born for porn, guys ... born for porn!" I chuckled now.

"So were you, dude. The way that you really handled that first, anal gang-bang that way like a real sport! You two have the makings of a great porn power couple, trust me on that. That's what Melissa and I seek to be, you know. A dynamic duo of porn, fucking whatever we like and even getting paid to do it!

"It's the best way to date and live in this industry. Marry within it and keep most of the fun and games within the inner circle. Trusted, tested partners, ones with whom you can raw dog it and often. People who know the score from the outset and can take the heat," Eddie assured me now.

"Alright, I'm ready to suck some ass and sample some pussy! Bend over, but don't take off the thigh harness! I like the look of it while I'm eating you out! Yes, just like that, babe! Delicious! I love the way that you taste!" Melissa urged Britta-Lise, being eager to devour her just like that.

"Well, bon appetit, then, as the French would say! Eat your fill, hon!" my wife told Eddie's while bending over and spreading her cheeks for that hungry tongue.

"Yummy!" Melissa giggled while rimming Britta-Lise and also tasting her twat.

"Yeah, she is delicious! But so are you, babe!" Eddie told his wife.

This caused her to wink at him while licking my wife's scrumptious holes. It was quite obvious that both ladies relished this Sapphic experience, too, judging from Britta-Lise's moans and Melissa's greedy lapping. It wasn't long at all before my wife creamed herself, and then did so again ... and again ... and again. Melissa's magical tongue performed sexual wonders now, making Britta-Lise gush all over herself from the way that it explored her bottom, taint, and cunt. Her name meant honeybee and she certainly lived up to it by sucking up every bit of honey that she could find from my wife's honeypot.

Britta-Lise's knees nearly buckled, threatening to make her topple over as she felt the intense pleasure of another woman munching on her delicious tush and slit. She was dripping wet right then and she eagerly went for some payback, going behind Melissa to start rimming her with a vengeance. Eddie's wife screamed with pure ecstasy as she felt my wife tongue her butt so hungrily. I recognized the mischievous intent that my sweet spouse indicated by her playful wink at us men while she licked Melissa's booty.

"Oh ... fuck! Damn it ... honey, she's ... sooo goood! I gotta work with her again!" Melissa shouted, her level of arousal and excitement growing until she came again from my wife's tongue up her ass.

"Wanna kiss?" Britta-Lise now walked over to Melissa's mouth and she eagerly made out with her.

"Oh, God, that's so yummy!" Darius reacted in particular.

"Yeah, man ... wow!" Lester laughed.

"Way to go!" Tyson grinned now.

"Looks like we're both very lucky with our wives," I told Eddie.

"Damn straight we are!" he agreed as he untied Melissa.

"Any thoughts on your porn star name, honey?" I asked Britta-Lise.

"Brittany Freckles! I thought of something with 'Valkyrie,' but I'm too short and cute for that kind of name. Brittany Freckles highlights something rare about me, especially when it comes to the freckles on my butt. It also Anglicises my name a bit, makes it easier to pronounce in English. What do ya think?" my wife asked me while I tasted Melissa's ass on her lips and tongue.

"Works for me, babe. You really are rather cute, after all," I told Britta-Lise while grabbing her lovely buns.

"That I am, and so is she," my wife pointed to Melissa, who now locked lips with Eddie.

This let him taste her juices on his wife's mouth. From the looks of him, my new boss, the porn director, didn't mind at all.

Chapter 9

"So, what next? Another beer?" my wife offered everyone now, "feel free to eat some of the brunch that you missed while we take a breather, Melissa."

"That sounds great, actually, thank you! I could definitely use a bite! Such a fine hostess you are, babe, serving beer in the middle of the day without judgment to your guests along with such fine, yummy sandwiches. I've never had Danish cuisine until now. It's pretty tasty! Some real overlap with Japanese, you know. My father is Japanese. My mother is Thai. Quite the combo, as you can guess! I was born Shinzo Phalongivan. I prefer Melissa Coleman privately as well as Melissa Moon on the job," Melissa recited a bit of her past now.

"She got me into porn and I was just a fan back then, but eager to break into the business. Before I knew it, I finished my service in the Army and got involved in this lifestyle. My fiancee at the time freaked out and dumped me, but that's her loss. Next thing that I know, I'm humping this fine cutie and doing gay for pay as a start to pay the bills, but it was so worth it!" Eddie told his side of things.

"Yeah, I knew about the gay for pay stuff. I kinda pushed him into it. He didn't mind it too much, but he wasn't a great fan. It was a job and helped us out, plus at least he got some ... pleasure from bottoming, I think. He strictly bottomed when he did it," Melissa confirmed that detail.

"Yes, I tried Topping once or twice ... I got squicked on the sight of hairy man ass back then and so I ended up bottoming instead. It just came easier to me and Melissa let me take out my backlog inside her yummy ass, of course. She also put on a strap-on with a thigh harness a couple of times to help train my butt. I don't think that she enjoyed it, because she stopped after two or three efforts at it. It did help, though," Eddie blushed a little despite his tan.

"You've come a long way for an Iowa farm boy, haven't you, dear?" she winked at him and then told us, "yeah, it didn't feel right, like I was stuck acting like a man again and I just want to be his lady love instead. I didn't turn tricks and get my nuts clipped just to pretend to be a guy again. Mind if I smoke?"

"Oh, no, go ahead. Britta-Lise smokes, too, just less than she used to since she took up pot as well," I smiled as my darling wife sat on my lap again.

"Yes, well, it works pretty well, too ... but I'm still a nicotine slave, alas. On the other hand, phrasing it like that sounds kinda hot! Like I could picture someone enslaving me through my addiction and only sharing the cigarette butts with me. That has some movie plot potential there! Very fetishy, but nothing wrong with that," Britta-Lise winked as she lit the cigarette for Melissa and one of her own.

"True and duly noted," Eddie agreed.

"Amen to that! I love the thought of my luscious wife doing bondage scenes!" I licked my lips at the very notion of it.

"So ... so far, I have the following actors and actresses signed with Balls Deep Pictures, or rather we have them, since Melissa is my partner in this venture: me, my wife, Tyson, his wife, Darius, Lester ... and now you and your lovely wife. That's a good start and while we will add more in time, but I'm enjoying the whole 'rebel scum' feel of these early days, no doubt of it.

"A lot of our work so far has been heavily in the gay male, bisexual, and transgender genres, of course. Having a real transwoman like Melissa Moon in the firm is a definite plus, as you might imagine. She's the real McCoy and there is an authenticity to that. Of course, Tyson's wife has allowed us to do some more old-school gang-bang action, too.

"Precious little lezzie stuff yet or conventional threesomes, but that's due to change now with Brittany Freckles on the team," Eddie clarified a few things with a wink for my wife.

"Tyson's wife is the one going to be here later, am I right?" I asked my wife.

"Yeah, though it was supposed to be a surprise ... still, you've had a lot of surprises today, babe, anyway, haven't you? And I can't blame you for using your brain to figure things out for yourself. From what I've seen and heard, you're in for a real treat with her, too. You're cool with Latinas, right? How about ones who are also half-Apache?" Britta-Lise practically drooled just speaking of it to me while she sat on my lap and smoked.

"Sounds delicious!" I conceded while kissing her neck.

"She works under the name 'Natasha Slutworth,' which I find rather cute myself," Tyson told me now, "it's funny that we're both indigenous, of course. Both half-Indian, American Indian, that is. Her birth name is..."

"Krystal Concepcion Estrada-Kemp," I heard another voice join our discourse.

"Babe!" Tyson rushed to kiss and hold his wife, a brunette in a sundress who instantly dropped it on the living room floor in front of us.

"Now Krystal Archer, of course!" Mrs. Archer informed us as she slid her panties down and stood in just her "fuck-me" pumps.

"No bra, eh?" Lester teased her now.

"Well, you know me ... why would I hide these girls?" Krystal alluded to her rather fulsome breasts that fit her buxom build.

"They make me want to suck them ... a lot!" Darius confessed aloud.

"I can certainly see the appeal," I smirked while caressing my petite wife.

"Just for that, you both get to suck my tits whenever you wish from now on, if hubby's cool with it, that is," Krystal offered us now.

"Hey, the more the merrier. If you wanted to let all of our friends and colleagues suck at those teats, I'm more than happy with that proposition, dear," Tyson licked his lips at the idea of his wife serving up her nipples for all of his confederates.

"How did you get here so fast, not that I mind?" my wife asked her now.

"Let's just say that I swallowed my pride," Krystal winked, implying special favors traded for sex, "it was worthwhile to get here for the birthday of a guy like this man here ... after hearing so much about him, I fear like I already know him."

"Well, thank you for hotfooting here, ma'am," I kissed her hand.

Krystal then shoved one of her bare breasts in my face and told me, "Go ahead, babe. Try it. You're clearly curious. You have a standing offer now. I insist."

I leaned just to stick out my tongue, tease her proffered nipple, and lick off some sweat. Then I opened my mouth and let Krystal fill it with her areola, adding more slick sweat to clean from her sleek and juicy flesh. When Britta-Lise began sucking the other tit, Krystal moaned with obvious pleasure, indicating that her breasts were highly erogenous zones, too. I poured some beer on Krystal's rather large and full boob and licked it up, too, making her shiver.

"Fuck me ... fuck me now, please! I can't wait anymore! Please ... Eddie, please film it! I want the birthday boy to fuck me, right here and now, over that ottoman over there! Bareback, too! Please! And I want his wife to eat my ass, if that's okay with her," Krystal begged suddenly.

My boner more than rose to the occasion as Eddie ran to bring the camcorder and tripod over to the living room to capture me in action with Tyson's plump and juicy wife. Tyson approached his missus and began caressing her hair, causing her to open her mouth and take him inside it to the base. Evidently, something that she tasted on his dick pleased her a lot, because she frantically slurped on it after that while I wiped and entered her.

This was highly spontaneous and improvised, but everyone loved that about it, as it was more real and vivid for that fact. It was authentic lust and desire, primal passion as I added to my amorous adventures by plundering another of my colleagues' wives on my wife's favorite ottoman. Britta-Lise's own attitude about it was exemplified by her focus on rimming Krystal rather than worrying about possible stains on the furniture.

"Whose dick did you suck to get here earlier, dear? I love that you did that, too ... did you really swallow?" Tyson groaned as he fucked his wife's face.

"Yes, and it was the bus driver's ... for a Greyhound," she winked, "and I swallowed more than just his cum. He peed down my throat, too."

"You naughty girl!" Tyson laughed, but he didn't gag in the slightest or act revolted at all.

"I'm your dirty girl, right?" Krystal told him while lightly scraping his dick with her teeth, "do it, too! Cum and piss down my throat, babe! Add that flavor to Melissa's ass that I can already taste on it! I love how sweet her bottom is!"

That kind of raunchy talk certainly increased the intensity of my lust as I humped the yummy Krystal's slippery wet gash. Britta-Lise invited Melissa to join her in tonguing Krystal's butt-crack, making things even hotter for everyone involved. Krystal definitely did her utmost to take me deeper inside her drenched cunt, pushing back desperately at me with her curvy hips and plush buttocks. The forceful way that Tyson fucked her face only made things wilder and steamier, of course.