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   Betty Boop Birthday
   by HarveyMarcus İ
   Betty Boop Birthday 

   WARNING:

   The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and
   contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or
   reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of
   a sexual nature - do not read any further!

   This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented
   material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters
   contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis
   in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts
   portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely
   fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over
   the age of eighteen.

   This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
   the written permission of the author. This story may be freely
   distributed with this notice attached.

   * * * * * * * * * *

   This is the fifth in my ³(insert holiday name) Birthday² series.
   The first four are ³Valentine Birthday², ³Easter Birthday²,
   ³Double Birthday² and ³4th of July Birthday.² Readers have asked
   me to expand the series. In this episode, three of his daughterıs
   friends engage Mr. Marcus in a guessing game while his wife and
   daughter are out of town. Give it up for a sexual Blind Manıs
   Bluff.²

   * * * * * * * * * *

   A summer cold is the worst cold you can get. I had one, a doozy. I
   was taking over-the-counter medications every four hours. It was
   keeping my nose clear but running and my sinuses from exploding.
   It also made me groggy as hell. When my wife and daughter decided
   to take a trip to her folksı house for the weekend of our
   daughterıs birthday, I took a pass. Better to rest up for work on
   Monday.

   I had settled down for a quiet evening at home, alone. In t-shirt
   and shorts, I was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons. Donıt
   laugh. They relax me. The doorbell interrupted my solitude. I
   wasnıt expecting company. Anyone who came over was liable to catch
   my germs.

   I opened the door to a shocking sight. Three young ladies, all
   dressed identically like Betty Boop. I never told anyone this
   before, but as a youth I would get a small woody while watching
   Betty Boop cartoons. I thought she was oh so sexy in a coy way.
   The large plastic heads with big painted-on eyes and dark curly
   painted-on hair completely concealed their identities. I had a
   pretty good idea who these masked visitors were - my daughterıs
   three closest friends. Bree, Sally and Marci were the young ladies
   Iıd introduced to sex on their birthdays. I didnıt have to pretend
   to be surprised. In my drugged stupor, I let them walk right in,
   single file, like they belonged there.

   ³Hello, Mr. Marcus. Anna told us youıd be here all alone. We
   wanted to cum, that is, come over to cheer you up.²

   So this was Annaıs doing. Did she know what Iıd done to and with
   her best friends? Their young breasts bobbled inside their
   strapless red dresses with short hemlines. Fishnet stockings
   caressed their smooth shapely legs with a single red heart garter
   on their right ones. The costumes smelled of mothballs. My nose
   tickled. I reached for a tissue and blew.

   ³Am I supposed to guess who you are?² I asked.

   ³No, silly. Isnıt it obvious who we are? Betty Poop,² said the
   first Betty.

   I recognized her voice as Bree, my Valentine encounter.

   ³Thatıs Betty Boop,² I said.

   ³So itıs not poop-poop-pe-doo?²

   ³No. Boop-boop-pe-doo.²

   ³These were the only costumes they had three identical ones of, in
   our size,² said Betty Two.

   It sounded like Sally, my Independence fuck.

   ³And the only ones we could afford,² said Betty One.

   ³They smell like theyıve been in a warehouse for years.²

   I touched one of the plastic heads.

   ³Theyıre still dusty.²

   ³Sorry, Mr. Marcus. We should have cleaned them off before coming
   over, but we were in a hurry,² said Betty One.

   ³For what?²

   ³We want to play Guess The Boop.²

   I figured Iıd already won, hearing their voices. I wondered what
   the prize was.

   ³Sounds like a fun game. Are you going to tell me the rules?²

   I hoped it included another chance to get into their panties.
   After all, Iıd already had all of them at least once.

   ³These costume heads are way too hot. But if we took them off
   youıd see us, and thatıs a violation of the rules,² said Betty
   Two.

   ³We can blindfold him,² said Betty One.

   I watched Boop Three make her way up the stairs. Swaying her hips,
   I pictured Marci, my Easter bunny boff. Soon she was inching her
   way down the stairs leaning on the railing with a large bandana
   cloth. She handed it to Betty One, who held it in front of her
   maskıs eyeholes, folding it into a thin strip of cloth.

   ³Upstairs we go,² said Betty Two.

   I followed the three Bettys up the stairs. I couldnıt tell if they
   were even wearing panties. To be naughty, I slipped my hand up
   Betty Threeıs leg as I followed her. She jumped like a scared
   animal. Marci was more skittish than I remembered. Betty One led
   us into my daughterıs bedroom.

   ³Put this on tight. No peeking,² said Betty One.

   I did as asked.

   ³Can you see anything?² asked Betty Two.

   ³Not a thing. Now what?²

   Fingers pulling my shorts down were a good clue.

   ³Youıre going to pleasure each of us, one at a time. The idea is
   for you to figure out who is who, just from touching,² said One.

   ³And tasting,² said Two.

   ³And probing?² I asked.

   ³Oh yes! Definitely probing!² said One.

   ³Where do I start?²

   ³Weıll be lined up, in random order, on Annaıs bed. Weıll start
   out on our backs, legs spread. Weıll change positions if you want
   us to. But from now on, we wonıt say a word,² Betty One said.

   ³So we donıt give ourselves away,² Betty Two added.

   ³All right. Letıs get started.²

   They were giving themselves to me in another way, one I was
   anxious to sample. I heard them take off their masks and take deep
   breaths of fresh air. The bed springs creaked. I followed the
   noise and groped forward until I touched a knee. I let my hand
   trail down to the top of the stocking, then moved cautiously
   towards the skimpy panties I expected. I was touching bare skin.
   Even better, the little minxes werenıt wearing panties under their
   Betty Boop outfits for ease of access.

   I knelt down and moved my face forward until I was in the correct
   position. Squeals and moans didnıt help me identify the first
   Betty, who was enjoying my tongue between her legs. Her thrusts
   were almost uncontrollable, warming my face from the repeated
   impacts of her upper thighs against it.

   Her hands pushing my face away meant it was Betty Twoıs turn. I
   made my way blindly to the next body on the bed. Her cunt was even
   sweeter than the first, but her reaction was more subdued. She
   only tilted her pussy forward in a rocking motion to match my
   tongueıs efforts. She also pushed my head up. It was Betty Threeıs
   turn. As I put my mouth near her moist opening, her legs closed on
   my head. This one was quite sensitive. I tried to remember which
   of the three was either ticklish or skittish about being touched
   between her legs. I couldnıt remember if any of them were. I
   thought I heard Three stifle a scream as I sucked on her clit.

   My erection was at full length, rubbing against the frilly cloth
   ruffle of Annaıs bed. I decided it was time for the main event.

   ³All of you, get on your hands and knees, backsides to me. Letıs
   see if my talented penis can remember what you all feel like.²

   I found Betty One. Her dress was covering her rear, so I flipped
   it up. I moved closer and smelled the dust from her costume. Her
   hand came back, gave my erection a friendly squeeze and helped me
   guide it into her.

   ³Oooh.²

   She couldnıt help but make a sound of pleasure as I sunk into the
   warm depths of her willing and ready pussy. I pulled out and
   pushed back. The rhythm was getting to me. If it was possible, I
   was getting even harder. But there were two more Bettys to sample.

   I found Betty Two in the desired position. A waft of dust teased
   my nose, perhaps from Two adjusting the position of her costume.
   The tickle got worse but I was preoccupied with the task at hand.
   Two was tighter than One. I had to take the penetration much
   slower. The resistance of her cunt flesh made my erection steel. I
   could have stayed there and increased my tempo, emptying my balls
   into her, but there was still number three.

   Three let me do the placement of my erection between her cunt lips
   myself. I could barely get past the outer opening, she was so
   tight. I worked my way in and out, gradually achieving some depth
   of penetration.

   ³Ooooh, God, that feels soooo goood.²

   That voice, with her trademark whine, was immediately familiar. It
   was my daughter Annaıs voice. I pulled off my blindfold. Sure
   enough, there was Anna, on her knees, my firm erection planted
   halfway into her virgin cunt. Bree and Sally were standing behind
   me, one each behind each buttock. There was no way for me to
   retreat from my position, unless Anna moved forward on her bed.

   ³Anna, what are you doing here? Youıre supposed to be on your way
   to your grandparents with your mother.²

   ³I told mom I really wanted a sleep over and that she should go
   visit her folks without me. It wasnıt fair, Daddy. You had sex
   with all of my friends on their birthdays. I wanted it too.²

   With that, she leaned back, taking another inch of me inside her.
   Her dress slipped down, covering her butt and my penis. Bree
   flipped it back up. A puff of dust came up to my nose. The tickle
   was getting worse. I wiggled my nose to reduce the sensation.

   ³Honey, this isnıt right.

   ³Come on, daddy. I want what they got.²

   Anna pushed back and grunted. Another inch. She started moving up
   and back, fucking me even if I didnıt want to be fucking her. My
   penis was already lubed and sensitive from the warm-up with Bree
   and Sally. My reactions were instinctive, void of reason and
   propriety. I pushed all the way in on Annaıs backward motion.

   ³Oooh, Daddy. They tried to tell me how it would feel, but this is
   so much better than I ever expected. Fuck me, daddy. Fuck your
   daughter good.²

   The deed was done. All she wanted was the good feelings that came
   along with the act itself. I never could deny her anything she
   asked for. This time was no different.

   ³Okay. I want you to have an orgasm, but Iım going to pull out
   before I have one.²

   I pulled back, bumping into her two watchdogs, and then leaned
   into her, giving her the full length of my erection, then
   withdrawing and doing it again. This was much more active than Iıd
   done with her two friends. They were the warm-up act for this
   finale. Anna wiggled and wobbled, moaning with pleasure under my
   attack. I held her hips, thrusting into her with vigor and
   resolve. My daughter was getting what she wanted, raising dust as
   I attacked.

   She started to buck and thrash wildly. Her cunt muscles clamped
   down on my erection.

   ³Oh, yes, yes, yes,² she cried.

   She kept moving. I was enjoying it too, the tightness and the
   lubrication and her enthusiasm.

   ³Oh Daddy, I think I came.²

   I donıt know what I felt first - my nose tickle from the dust we
   were raising, or the tingle around the head of my penis. Maybe
   they happened simultaneously. I was still thrusting, preparing to
   pull out before shooting my load when the itch in my nose became
   too much to stand.

   ³Ahhh...² Short thrust.

   ³Ahhh...² Short thrust.

   ³Choooooo!² Full thrust. I blasted snot on the back of my
   daughterıs dress and sperm into my daughterıs wet cunt.

   ³Oh, Mr. Marcus, you made a mess. I hope they donıt charge us a
   cleaning fee,² said Bree.

   I fell back onto the floor, legs extended, holding myself up on my
   elbows. My head was spinning from the drugs and the sexual
   encounters. Through the door came Marci, in street clothes.

   ³Oh, did I miss it?² she asked.

   ³Yes,² said Bree, ³but weıre not done yet.²

   ³So, didnıt you figure out who was who?² Marci asked me.

   ³No, I didnıt.²

   ³Well then, you have to try again. Those are the rules,² said
   Sally.

   Marci was already stripping out of her t-shirt and shorts. My wife
   was supposed to be gone all weekend. I wondered how many times Iıd
   have to play before I got it right. With four of them, there were
   more chances to get it wrong. So much for resting up.

   ###

   An Original H M Tale

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