Birthday Boy Gang-Bang Ch. 13-14 – FinaleBirthday Boy Gang-Bang Ch. 13-14 – Finale

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Chapter 13

Things don’t always go as planned, of course, and I was pretty sure that I unintentionally kicked off my reverse gang-bang a bit early thanks to the pill. The next thing that I knew, I was balls deep inside my sister just after she wiped my dick and I had her pinned by the wrists. Gone was her thigh harness by now, but her kisses were even more powerful in their impact on me. My sweet Mariamne really knew how to push a man’s buttons … all of the right ones.

The pill made me feel very lecherous indeed, and it was followed by another pill fed to me by my horny, eager beaver wife. She had made her plans in pencil, as Jon Bon Jovi advised once, and so they were easy to erase and replace. My sweet Britta-Lise knew when to improvise, and luckily for us all, so did the rest of us. She, too, was caught up in the glory of this little orgy film extravaganza, basking in its sunny glow. She, too, wanted to run with the wolves now.

Between the pills, the pot amply supplied by Krystal, and the beer, I became a love machine just like the song. I started losing track of whose pussy or ass I fucked, only recalling whenever I got wiped down to clean up between partners. At some point, I found myself buried to the hilt inside Lester’s asshole, followed by Darius’s, and then Tyson’s. They all still had creamy loads inside them, but nobody minded that at all.

I was soon very much underneath a series of women who rode me, one by one, taking their pleasure from my rock-hard prick. I didn’t recall how many times I actually came or they did, but it didn’t matter much. The journey was more enjoyable than the destination by now. We all knew that we would cum a lot, after all. I didn’t even remember when the caterers arrived, though they must have, because I was finally jolted out of my hazy state by the kisses of one caterer who was not just here to feed me.

“What … the hell?” I asked aloud as I found people eating off each other’s skin, using ladies as human food trays.

“Yeah, the … um … caterers that I chose aren’t … normal caterers. They double as sex workers, babe. This occasion let them double dip, if you will. We paid them extra, just in case word got out and their business suffered. I guess that I shouldn’t have hidden that final surprise from you, but that’s what it was. Forgive me?” my charming wife asked me with an adorable pout and puppy dog eyes.

“Oh, of course, I do! It was a lovely surprise, anyway, but just how late is it?” I looked around for my watch and cell phone, neither available.

By now, even the camcorder stopped rolling, so as to protect the caterers’ reputations. That was okay. It would need major editing from Eddie and the rest of us before getting released into the field. All references to our real names had to be removed, for instance. There had to be subtle inferences that the incest part was just an act, though we knew that it wasn’t, of course.

“8:34. The night is younger than you think, studmuffin. Want some more beer, pot, pills, anything else to go with your prime rib steak, asparagus, and au gratin potatoes?” my exuberant wife made it clear that anything that I wanted was still very much on the table, “this is still YOUR night, after all. The reverse gang-bang happened early, but it can be repeated. We can do anything that you want, honey! Anything at all!”

“We haven’t served the birthday cake, of course, I presume,” I smiled as the caterer twerked a bit for me.

“Oh, of course not! The candles await lighting until the last minute, as we didn’t wish to start a fire or melt them too fast. The birthday boy must make his wish, and I can promise you, if it isn’t magical or supernatural, and it’s in my power, I will grant it myself or with someone’s help,” Britta-Lise now encouraged me.

“Plus, we gotta sing the birthday song, you know. My version of it, since I’m the singer,” Melissa informed me with a wink.

“You’re the singer? Wow! Talk about multi-talented!” I told her as we kissed with a good deal of tongue that we then shared with my wife.

“Well, I want Tyson to have at least one chance to impregnate some ladies, along with the rest of the guys … and I want the ladies to have plenty of dick inside them. I want now a series of gang-bangs, going all night long but with meal and restroom bursa escort … and shower … and smoke breaks.

“A few rules, though. I choose the girl, but at random, drawing names from a hat. I do the same for the guys. Every gang-bang, we draw names and if the guy in question is too sore still, we put his name back into the hat for a reshuffle. As for my birthday wish, that’s another matter entirely, but I trust that you can make it come true.

“Oh, and for tonight, no one is a cuckold, so out of your cock cages you go, fellas. But first, let’s do that birthday cake and wish. I’ll eat it slowly and let it digest, of course, which will give everyone a considerable breather for a little while. Oh, and the song, of course!” I slapped my wife on the butt as I watched Melissa’s and her tongues dance with Eddie’s.

That was when I knew my wish. My one wish for tonight. I was pretty darn sure that my wife and others could make it come true, too.

“Alright, you asked for it, here it comes! Listen up, everyone! Here’s the birthday song, special orgy edition!” Melissa got everyone’s attention now.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, You’re our kind of horndog, Happy Birthday to you!

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, This here is your party, And we’re all sluts for you!

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, We all dig this orgy, And we did it for you!

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Welcome to our studio, It’s perfect for you!

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, We all here adore you, And we love your wife, too!

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, We ran out of lyrics, So instead we’ll kiss you!”

With that, Melissa, Britta-Lise, Krystal, Mariamne, Alicia, Darius, Lester, Tyson, and even Eddie kissed me in some way, though in Eddie’s case, it was very platonic.

“Wow, that was … amazing! Thank you! Bravo, Melissa! That was one hell of a birthday song! Already, everyone watch as the candles are lit and I blow them out with my wish, which I will utter now. I wish that … all of you attended a masked ball in three months’ time. Deal?” I wished now as I blew out the candles.

“Okay, but you gotta be host and me the hostess, then!” my wife insisted while cutting out my impressive share of German chocolate cake for me.

“Why three months’ time, honey?” Melissa asked me now.

“I’m rather curious about myself,” Alicia asked as my wife dished out the rest of the cake to her and the others.

“It happens to fall on my wife’s birthday, of course! I want her to wake up on her birthday and look forward to this ball most of the day, while being pampered and spoiled rotten as she truly deserves! Held here, for rather obvious reasons!” I announced, making Britta-Lise break down into tears.

“What is it, baby?” I asked her.

“I know now that you love me every bit as madly as I love you! Why else would you wish something for MY benefit on YOUR birthday? You’re the best husband ever! Ever!” my wife asserted through her sobs.

“Only the best for the best, dear … it’s what you deserve. You and these other two here are the best wives ever and I wouldn’t have them back without you, anyway. The very fact that you can feel humbled by this gift speaks volumes about you, my love. Very fine volumes, in fact,” I kissed her mouth passionately before Alicia and Mariamne added their tongues … and then so did everyone else.

Gods, I love my wives!

Chapter 14

The series of gang-bangs that followed certainly took up most of the night, and by now, everyone was naked so the caterers’ uniforms weren’t visible. Every man, including the male caterers, participated in these gang-bangs, one after another. We all needed the pills, using them up eventually, to keep going and going like the motherfucking Energizer Bunny. Every single man had a turn at every single woman before it was done, so no one was deprived of anything at all.

It was amazing, of course! The drawing of names from the hat kept everything random and completely fair, naturally. The camcorder was back on and running well into the night, making this quite the marathon film, though editing was sure to cut it down to size a bit. We certainly took breaks, though Eddie took shorter ones due bursa escort bayan to his self-appointed task of eating every single creampie from the ladies. He might not have gone too deep with his tongue, due to the desire to leave some seed to impregnate girls, but he made damn sure to leave no traces on the outer folds.

“I have the funny feeling that our films are just gonna get even wilder and raunchier than this!” I teased Eddie after I pumped and dumped my last load of the night.

This time was inside a very horny female caterer who happened to be my first cousin, Hannah Goldfarb. Well, well, well, I thought, no wonder my wife knew which caterers to call. I also didn’t know that Mom was Jewish by birth herself, though her parents converted to Episcopalian. How was that for irony? I was the half-Jewish grandson of a Nazi war criminal! Whatever else Dad inherited from Karl Koenig, at least the anti-Semitism died with the Waffen SS man. That much was clear.

“I’m fertile, by the way. You just knocked me up. Don’t worry. It’s only a mamzer if born to adultery and close incest, not fornication with a mere cousin. People mistranslated the word as ‘bastard’ in the King James Version, a very poor word choice that reflected translators’ early modern European biases.

“I’m sure that I’ll be fine, though I want the baby to know its father. All the more reason for us all to live together, right? Besides, we’re family, right? Kissing cousins and all that jazz,” Hannah invited herself to live with us, but then I had already consented to some sort of living arrangement like that.

“Well, Britta-Lise, my dear, you improvised well, but you also planned it better than expected. Bringing in my cousin, selling her on the idea of living together with us … wow … you’re an amazing wife, you know! Jesus, woman … you’re awesome! Now, if you guys will excuse me, I have to hit the showers and then the hay. I’m completely bushed. I’m totally on board with the living together idea, though.

“Tonight, it’s me and my wives, all three of them. Good thing that the bed is so fucking big, right? Alicia, Mariamne, shower together, after us, and then join us, okay?” I told everyone after the restraints and ball gag were taken off the bed and moved elsewhere.

“Works for me,” Alicia licked her lips.

“Damn straight, sister-wife!” my sweet sister agreed with my high school sweetheart.

I didn’t worry about everyone else’s sleeping arrangements. I barely had time to make sure that the food was put up and we all showered before falling asleep where we could. I don’t even remember when Alicia and Mariamne joined us, either. I was entirely drained in every possible way by the time that the Sandman claimed my poor flesh. It was one helluva day, in all of the best ways, courtesy of my legal, very beloved, first wife, though she had plenty of help.

“Wake up, wake up, wake up!” I was jolted awake, “Breakfast in bed, birthday boy! Served up by yours truly! It is Sunday morning, in case you forgot. 9 am, since we let you sleep in that damn long.”

It was my Britta-Lise, who else? Working with her were Krystal, Melissa, Hannah, Mariamne, Alicia, Darius, Eddie, Tyson, and Lester, all standing and watching me with grins on their faces. There were others behind them, but I couldn’t see them as well. We were all naked … and we weren’t home.

“Where … are we?” I asked my wife.

“My place, of course. It’s a lot nicer, no offense. It will work for now until we find a nicer location and all move in together. Eat up. The rest of us already got a start on our meal, too, but we wanted to see your face when you were served breakfast in bed, of all things. We got another all-day orgy ahead of us, with the same breaks, of course.

“We’re filming this one, too, giving us a two-fer to edit and pitch to the outside world. Remember, you’re getting paid to fuck, babe. That’s what makes this job, whatever its drawbacks, the best damn job in the world. Oh, and one more thing, Hank,” Melissa told us with Eddie nodding in accord.

“What’s that, honey?” I asked the cute, petite wife of my new boss.

“We all love you, very, very much!” Melissa puckered up and gave me a kiss that could have made Eddie jealous, but instead made him grin.

What a life! I’m lucky horndog escort bursa for sure.

I could tell you what else happened that day, but there were plenty more adventures to relate, and I might very well write about them, too. This story was about my birthday bash, after all, and how it got started by a plot hatched by my lovely Danish wife, one of the best wives in the world!

Epilogue

I enclosed a copy of this story for my father’s reading “pleasure” later. Luckily for me, no one would believe a thing that he said. He had no proof that it was really me, after all. I didn’t give it to him on visiting day and no one watched his second wife that closely when she passed it to him. Oh, yes, Mariamne’s mother did that deed. How was he gonna prove that it was me?

Dad died two days later. Apparently, he had a stroke and it took him that long to die. How was he to know or any of us to know that the note would upset him that much? How was anyone to know that I went to his grave later and pissed on it … and Grandpa’s, too? Sure, the dead mostly deserved respect, but not if they were double murderers or Nazi war criminals.

I still bring flowers to Mom’s grave and even that lover of hers, Jack Gordon. Evidently, they had plans to run away together. Well, in a way, they did. Their graves are side by side. I set her picture at her gravesite, too. I don’t have Jack Gordon’s. That’s for his family to do, anyway.

Mariamne’s mother, Hadassah, performed the wedding for her daughter, my sister, and Alicia, of course. She wasn’t really that prudish or bothered by such things anymore. Then again, it was the dishonesty of Dad that was the real problem, right? We never found out for sure who was the father of each child and didn’t really sweat it after my birthday, anyway.

Something must have been in the water at Eddie’s house, not to mention my old one, though. Every woman except Melissa came up pregnant sooner or later, including Hadassah, who ended up joining the family … and becoming its top … and for a time, its only cougar top adult performer. I never learned how she managed to get knocked up or who the Daddy was, but I suspect to this day that it was due to fertility treatments.

Hadassah’s MS came out of remission three years later. She died of health issues caused by secondary progressive MS. She was buried in a proper Reform funeral, with a rabbi and everything, unlike Mom, whose funeral was much smaller. I still bring flowers to her gravesite, just like Mom’s and Jack’s. I still piss regularly on Dad’s and Grandpa’s graves. I don’t know if there is a Hell or not, but if there is, they’re both perfectly welcome to roast there.

We still raise Hadassah’s little girl and keep her innocent of our adult activities, of course. Britta-Lise and I adopted her and named her Jackie Koenig. It was the least that we could do for Hadassah’s memory and for Mariamne, our sister. Eddie and Melissa adopted two sons and a daughter themselves, all of them kept out of the grown-ups’ loop, naturally.

We really did have that masque, the masked ball on my wife’s birthday, but that’s another story for another account that I’ll post someday, I believe.

It’s coming up on our twenty-fifth anniversary now. I wouldn’t change a damn thing. I have three wonderful, beautiful, slut wives, one of them my half-sister, one of them my legal bride who started all of this for my birthday, and one of them my high school sweetheart. I have many lovers who have lived with us for years in the same place. I have an amazing career in porn, as do the rest of us adults, all of us semi-retired by now with more than enough saving on which to live by now.

Our little ones are all grown-up now, since some tubes were tied and some vasectomies done in time. We grown-ups are talking about something special for the anniversary gang-bang: inviting our now adult spawn to participate in our festivities before retiring for good ourselves and then passing the torch onto any of them so inclined. Every horndog, and birthday boy, has his day, right?

That’s especially true for such people as Birthday Boy (me), Brittany Freckles (Britta-Lise), Melissa Moon (Melissa Coleman), Natasha Slutworth (Krystal Archer), Eddie Coleman, Darius Dennis, Lester Halstein, Tyson Archer, Marie LaChance (Mariamne Koenig), Alice N. Wonderbuns (Alicia Simpson), Heidi Pigtails (Hannah Goldfarb), etc. You get the idea.

That’s enough for now. The shower is running and someone is waiting for me there. I won’t say who. I’ll just let you guess.

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