Spring Trash Pick-Up Birthday

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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.

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This is the sixth in my ³(insert holiday name) Birthday² series.  The first five are ³Valentine Birthday², ³Easter Birthday², ³Double Birthday², ³4th of July Birthday² and ³Betty Boop Birthday.²  In this episode, Mr. Marcus comes to the aid of Breeıs mother, in more ways than one.  Of course, Bree is not to be denied.

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³Daddy, Breann just called.  Her mom needs help lifting some heavy stuff.  Can you go over there?²

³Gee, Pumpkin, I wish you wouldnıt volunteer me for stuff like that.  You know how fragile my back is.²

³Now, dear, Mrs. McCarthy has done lots of good things for our family.  Itıs time we paid her back.  Go on, get over there.  I insist.²

I was less worried about Breannıs mother than Breann.  I didnıt want to get seduced again.  I still felt bad about our first incident, despite how good it felt while we were doing it.

I walked over and rang the bell.  Mrs. McCarthy came to the door.

³Yes, oh, Mr. Marcus, what can I do for you?  Please excuse me, Iım not really dressed for visitors.²

She smoothed her cotton print nightgown against her body, accentuating the fact that she wasnıt wearing a bra under it.

³Call me Harvey.²

³Juliet.²

³I was told you needed something heavy lifted.  Isnıt that right?  Because if my daughter was playing a trick on me -²

³Oh no, I do have something I need moved, but Breann was supposed to help me.  Now sheıs disappeared.  Weıve collected a large box full of things to go to the street for Spring Clean-Up Day next week.²

³Thanks for reminding me.  We have some things to get rid of, too.²

³The problem is, the box is in the crawl space.  Weıve been adding things to it all year, and now itıs too heavy to move.²

³Iıll be glad to take a look at it.  Just show me where it is.²

Juliet walked down the stairs and I followed.  The light coming from the basement showed through her nightgown.  Her body was in terrific shape.  She approached the crawlspace, only two feet high.

³Gee, I donıt think I can go in there on my hands and knees.  Maybe if I lay down and scoot backwards, I can pull the carton over here and you can unload it.²

³Oh that would be great.  You know, this is a hell of a way to spend a birthday.²

Birthday?

³Happy birthday.  Iıll be the gentleman and avoid the age question,² I said.

³Thanks.  I never realized how lonesome a birthday can be,² she said.

There was no reason for this attractive woman to be alone on her birthday.  Maybe there was something I could do to cheer her up, besides moving her husbandıs stuff out of her crawl space.  I stood backwards on the first step of a kitchen ladder and went in, Juliet trying to assist, getting her hands under my legs and torso.  Whether she knew it or not, I was getting felt up.  I slid on my back towards the carton.  With both hands on the box, I tried to move it closer to the edge.

³Boy, this sure is heavy.  Whatıs in it?²

³All of my husbandıs old stuff.  Whatever he left behind is going out into the trash.  Unless you want some of it.²
I had forgotten, or maybe never knew in the first place, that Mr. McCarthy had run off, leaving his wife and daughter behind.

³If he left something he wanted, itıs his tough luck.  The shithead,² said Mrs. McCarthy.

I couldnıt understand how he could leave an attractive woman like that.  It didnıt make sense.  I got the box within a couple of feet of the door to the crawlspace.  I came out feet first.  Juliet grabbed me before I fell to the floor.

³Thank you, Harvey.  Oh, look, youıre filthy.  The back of your shirt and pants are gross.  Why donıt you take them off and Iıll wash them?  I canıt have you going home looking like this.²

³Right here?²

³No, silly, thereıs a bathroom right over there.  Just hand them out to me.²

I did as Juliet asked.  Handing her my clothes, standing behind the bathroom door in my underwear, was quite exciting.  After all, Juliet was wearing less.

³Are there enough magazines in there for you to read?²

I looked through the large wicker hamper they used for bathroom reading material instead of dirty clothes.  Most of them were womenıs or teenage girl magazines.  I guess Juliet missed some of her husbandıs reading material.  There were copies of Penthouse, Juggs, Leggs - quite a sampling of erotic publications.  I leafed through them, sitting on the closed toilet.  The erotic images and words were interrupted by hollers of pain.

³Oh, God.  Oh.²

³Whatıs wrong?² I asked from behind the door.

³I think I cut myself,² said Juliet.

I wrapped the only thing available, a red towel, around my waist.  It barely fit.  A bulge from my recently acquired erection was visible, but I needed to see if Juliet needed my help.  I came out to see Juliet, standing next to the crawlspace door, bloodstains on her nighty and the floor.

³What happened?²

³I started to unload the carton.  I was looking at one of Frankıs erotic sculptures and I dropped it.  When I knelt down to pick up the pieces, I must cut myself on some of them.²

Sure enough, there were various female body parts - head, arms, breasts, and legs - lying on the floor.

³Let me take care of those for you.²

³Our master bathroom has all of the medicine.²

Juliet walked up the stairs slowly.  I followed.  

³Here, sit up on the counter and let me see the damage.  Iıve taken a first aid course.²

Juliet pulled her nightgown up her legs until it was barely above her knees.  Her thighs were close together, protecting her modesty.

³Hmm, looks like there might be something still in the skin.  We should wash those out.  Get into the tub.²

Juliet did as I asked, removing her slippers first.  I aimed the shower nozzle down as far as it could go. 

³Itıll be a little cold, but warm water will make the bleeding worse.²

After running the water and testing the temperature, I lifted the plunger that brought the water up to the spray. Juliet had the nightgown lifted to her thighs.  She was just standing a little too close.  The water soaked the front of her nightgown just below her breasts  

³Put your knees into the stream, one at a time.  Maybe we can rinse out whatever is still there.

While Juliet turned, to wash each knee, I examined the wet cloth that had plastered her nightgown against her belly and crotch.  Her stomach was flat, and the area between her legs was an inviting bulge.

³Okay, thatıs good.  Now step out and Iıll dry you off.  Do you have a towel you donıt mind getting bloody?²

³Why donıt we use the one youıre wearing?  The blood stains wonıt show up on a red towel.²

I removed the towel, somewhat embarrassed at my half erection, from the magazines and Julietıs wet nightgown.

³Take a seat on the counter.  Where are your medicines?²

³In the closet behind you.²

I took a couple of bottles and some cotton from their shelves.

³The cuts are clean.  I donıt see anything in them.²

I applied the hydrogen peroxide.

³This will clean them out.  We donıt want them getting infected.²

³It stings.²

³I know.  Here, this is even better at preventing infection.²

³Oh no, donıt use the iodine.  Itıll burn like hell.²

³Iıll just do what my momma taught me.  Iıll blow on it.²

I nudged Julietıs knees apart slightly to apply the reddish treatment.

³Ow, ow, ow.²

After applying it to both wounds, I started to blow on them.  I moved my head back and forth, knee to knee.  Some of my blowing went up in between Julietıs thighs.  When I looked up, her eyes were closed, and she was moistening her lips with her tongue.  I kept blowing, even harder.  She parted her legs, to allow my air to caress the inside of her thighs, perhaps higher.  Soon, her hands were on my head, directing my blowing straight up, in between her thighs.  Her legs were wide apart, her nightgown high on her lap, my head getting ever closer to her pussy.

³Oh, oh, keep blowing.  It feels so much better.²

Juliet raised the nightgown to her waist.  I had a view of her pussy, shrouded in pubic hair.

³Blow harder,² she demanded.

Juliet spread her legs and used her fingers to pull apart the outer folds of flesh.  She was pink and moist.  My breath caused the dampness on her labia to evaporate.

³Oh, it tickles.²

Juliet scooted forward on the counter and tilted her hips up, so I was presented with her naked sex inches from my face.

³I think thereıs something wrong between my legs, Harvey.  Could you take a lick, I mean, a look?²

I moved my head closer.  Julietıs odor was musky.  I stuck out my tongue for a taste.  

³Ooh, thatıs the area.  Donıt stop.²

I buried my face between her legs, licking up and down her slit, occasionally thrusting my tongue into the warm crevasse.

³Oh, Harvey, you do know how to make a woman feel better.²

Now I was alternating between Julietıs clit and her pussy.  Juliet wiggled just enough to get the nightgown out from her ass.  Her hands went inside to her breasts.

³You donıt know what youıre doing to me.  Oh, God, Iım so hot.  I havenıt felt anything like this for years.²

³Thatıs not true, Mom,² said Bree, appearing in the doorway of the bathroom.

She was holding a vibrator in her hand.

³Bree, honey.  Oh my God.²

Juliet pulled her hands out and let the nightgown fall back down.  She closed her legs tight before I could remove my head.

³Mom, let Mr. Marcus out before he suffocates on your cunt.²

Juliet opened her legs and then slammed them shut when I my head was free.

³Itıs not what you think.  I got injured in the crawlspace, you see, and Mr. Marcus was just treating me, thatıs all.

³Mom, who do you think got Mr. Marcus over here?  I know youıve been using this ever since Dad left.²

She waved the dildo with a smirk on her face.

³I was hoping that Mr. Marcus would be able to give you some pleasure with the real thing.  Take a look.²

Bree came into the room and with a swift motion pulled my jockey shorts to my ankles.  My erection bounced in front of me, pointed directly at Juliet.

³Oh my God.  Itıs so big.  But, honey, how did you know -²

Oh oh, here it comes.  Iım in trouble now.

³Mom, youıre out of the loop.  Everybody talks about it.  Even I heard the rumors about Mr. Marcusıs equipment.²

Everybody?  Breeıs hand was now holding the object of the discussion.

³Bree, put that down.²

Bree slid her fingers down its length and across my balls before she released her grip. 

³Follow me.²

Bree took her momıs hand and led her from the bathroom to the bedroom.

³Come on, Mr. Marcus, we canıt start without you.²

I stepped out of my jockey shorts and threw my t-shirt to the floor.

³Take that wet thing off, Mom.²

Juliet and I were completely naked now, and seemingly at Breeıs mercy.

³Lay down Mom.  Now, Mr. Marcus, get on top.²

³Bree, what are you doing?²

³Making sure you get the real thing, not some plastic substitute.  You deserve it.  Hold your pussy open.²

Her momıs fingers returned to her cunt, exposing the hot pink entrance.

³Take it Mom.  It wonıt bite.²

³Oh no, dear, I just canıt.²

Her words were saying ³No no² but her wide-eyed expression, rapid breathing and spread legs said ³Come on in.²

³Okay, I guess you need some help.  Lean in a little, Mr. Marcus.²

Breeıs hand returned to my erection, controlling the scenario.  She pulled me forward and rubbed the head of my erection around in Julietıs natural lubrication.

³Oh, that feels nice,² Juliet said.

³Does it?  I wouldnıt know,² Bree lied.

Bree pulled me forward until the tip was resting in the outermost folds of Julietıs cunt.

³Oh, Harvey, youıre so hard and thick.  Bree, this is so much better than my dildo.²

³You want it, right?²

³Oh, yes, I want it all.  Put it in, all the way.²

I started to lean forward but Breeıs firm grip kept me from advancing.

³I get sloppy seconds,² Bree said.

³What?  What did you say?² Juliet said.

³You can have my Mr. Marcus first, but I want him too.²

³Bree, youıre my little girl.  Youıre too young-²

³Why do you think your batteries run out so fast, Mom?  Iıve been using your vibrator for months, every night.  I canıt get to sleep without a pretend fuck.²

³Oh my God.  I didnıt know.²

³So I go second?²

Bree gave her mom another sample, pushing me an inch or so into her momıs cunt and then pulling me back out again.  I leaned forward and took one of Julietıs nipples in my mouth, tonguing it and then sucking it, hard.

³Oh, God, you have no idea how sensitive my nipples are.²

Julietıs hips rose off the bed, straining to take more of my erection inside her.  Bree made sure that didnıt happen.  I repeated my assault on Julietıs other nipple.

³I canıt stand it.  My cunt aches so bad.  Put it in.  You can do whatever you want, just let me have him now.²

Bree made sure I was correctly positioned.  Then she moved her hand to my back, down my ass cheeks.  Her finger startled me, stabbing at my asshole.  I lurched forward, driving the full length of my dick up into Julietıs pussy.

³Oh, itıs so big, I donıt know if I can take it all.  Youıre so deep.  Oh, itıs been too long.²

I began humping against Julietıs pubis, giving her everything her daughter had already taken.  Juliet was humping back.  For leverage, she tried to wrap her legs around my back.

³Oh, I canıt do it.  My knees hurt too much.  Keep it up, Harvey.  Give it to me.  Fuck me.  Fuck me over and over.²

I lost track of everything except the feeling of Julietıs unused pussy massaging my dick.  My prick tingled from the stimulation.  Now my knees started to hurt, rubbing against the sheets.  I made three forceful pumps and spurted deep in Julietıs cunt.  I pulled back.  Juliet was barely conscious, head limp, lying legs spread, cum leaking out of her.  Bree had watched the whole episode, getting undressed as her mother and I fucked.  

³Come with me,² said Bree.  I followed her to her bedroom.  Her swaying little ass was quite erotic.

³Lay down on your back.  Letıs get you back up,² Bree said.  

She moved her mouth over my wilting penis, straddling my chest with her legs.  Her young pussy was just above my mouth.

³Well, what are you waiting for?² she asked.

I started and got a grateful reaction.

³Thatıs right, get me nice and juicy for your hard, fat cock.²

Breeıs language was as effective as her licking and sucking.

³There, now thatıs something I can ride.²

Bree did a one-eighty and straddled my erection.  Without warning, she drove her hips down on the full length.

³Oooh, thatıs awesome.  Better than I remember.²

With no help from me, Bree was fucking herself on my penis.  Her small breasts bobbed on her chest. She was squeezing her pussy as tight as she could on each down stroke.  The recent memory of her backside gave me an idea.

³Letıs do it doggy style,² I said.

Bree leaped off and spun around, landing on all fours.  I got behind her and put myself back in.  As I moved, Bree met each thrust.  I held Breeıs breasts in my hands, rubbing her nipples with my palms.  maybe the sensitivity ran in the family.  

³You should pull out before you cum, Mr. Marcus.²

You mean, not like last time?²

³That was an accident.  Thereıs no wood on my bed, so you can avoid slivers.  But please stay in until I cum, okay?²

These young girls donıt have any idea what theyıre asking.

³All right, but if I get too close, Iıll warm you.²

³Keep it up, Mr. Marcus.  It wonıt take too much more.²

It wasnıt going to take much more for me, either.  I didnıt have a lot more sperm to shoot, after filling Julietıs pussy, but I wasnıt empty by any means.

³Iım almost there.  Oh, fuck me good,² Bree said.

Me too.

The door to Breeıs room banged open.

³What in the hell are you doing?² asked Juliet.

³Iım getting fucked by Mr. Marcus, same as you.²

³Well, stop it!  Get off her, right now.²

³We had a deal.  Besides, Iım so close.  And Mr. Marcus promised heıd pull out before he shot.  Right?²

Bree locked her legs around mine.  I couldnıt disengage easily if I wanted to.

³Bree, Iım getting real close,² I warned.

³So am I.  You canıt leave me like this.  Keep going.²

³Get off of her, you pervert.²

I kept rocking back and forth, afraid to stop but afraid to keep going.  The stress of the situation was making me even hotter.  I was going to blow at any moment.

³Bree, I have to pull out now.  Now, Bree.²

Her answer was to impale herself even harder on my dick, repeatedly.  The sudden shock of pain on my ass was fierce.  I looked back.  Juliet had taken Breeıs ruler and was smacking my butt with it.

³Yeeoowwww!²

I pushed forward to avoid the next strike.

³Again, Mr. Marcus.  Do that again.²

I was squeezing hard on Breeıs breasts, nearly tearing them off her young body.

³This will teach you for fucking my little girl!²

³But Juliet.²

Wack!

³Owwww.²

I pushed again, still grabbing.

Wack.  ³Owww.²  Push and grab.  ³Ooohhhh.²

Wack.  ³Owww.²  Push and grab.  ³Ahhhhhhh.²

It was too much.  I felt the hot liquid squirt out the end of my erection, deep into Breeıs pussy.  She collapsed onto the bed, me on top of her, dead weight.  Falling forward, I avoided Julietıs next swing.  Julietıs anger turned into concern for her daughter.

³Baby, are you okay?²

³Never better, Mom.  Mr. Marcus, could you like roll over?  Youıre kind of heavy.²

I did as asked.  My tired sticky penis lay on my thigh.

³I wonıt tell if you donıt,² said Bree to her mother.

Juliet looked at me, at her fully fucked daughter, and at my flaccid penis.

³I guess thereıs no real harm done, as long as he pulled out in time.  After all, itıs not like he took your virginity or anything serious.²

I didnıt say a word.

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