Messy Computer Birthday

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This is the seventh in my ³(insert holiday name) Birthday² series.  The first six are ³Valentine Birthday², ³Easter Birthday², ³Double Birthday², ³4th of July Birthday², ³Betty Boop Birthday² and ³Spring Trash Pick-Up Birthday.²  Readers have asked me to expand the series.  In this episode, his daughterıs friend Sally has a gift for Mr. Marcus, and it isnıt even his birthday.  Oh, those toppings!

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³Honey, would you please pick up Anna?  Sheıs at Sallyıs house.  I have a meeting tonight.²

Sally was my Fourth of July sexual encounter.  I breathed a sigh of relief that we were past her birthday.

³Sure.²

The drive only took a few minutes.  I wondered if there was anything for dinner, with my wife running off again.  Sallyıs mom met me at the door.

³The girls are downstairs, playing on the computer.  You know, Mr. Marcus, I think Sally has a crush on you.  She talks about you all the time.²

Great!  Iım dead meat if Sallyıs folks find out what weıve done.

³And now I can see why,² she continued.

She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, throwing her hip under her short skirt and peering at me through half-closed eyes.  I didnıt need this added complication.

³Iıll just go down and get Anna.²

Anna was dressed in street clothes.  Sally and another girl Iıd never met were in short nightgowns.

³Hi Daddy.²  Anna greeted me with a big hug.

³Oh, hi Mr. Marcus.  Nice to see you.²  Sally repeated Annaıs hug greeting, pressing herself tight against me.  When she was done, she introduced the stranger.  ²This is Ruthie, a friend of mine.  Sheıs staying for a sleepover.²

Ruthie was much smaller and shorter than the maturing Sally.  She looked four or five years younger.

³Too bad Anna has to go home.²

³Motherıs orders.²  I didnıt want to leave any doubt that Anna was going home.  Sally couldnıt argue with someone who wasnıt present.

Sallyıs mom came down the stairs.  I got a nice view of her legs.

³I just got a call and I have to go out.  Ruthie, Iım afraid Iım going to have to take you home.²

³Why, Mom?  We can stay here by ourselves.²

³Because I promised Ruthieıs parents youıd be supervised, thatıs why.  Now go get dressed.  Iıll have just enough time to drop you off.²

Sally looked at me with wide eyes and a hungry smile.

³Iıve got it, Mom.  You can drop Anna at home and Mr. Marcus can stay and supervise us.²

Her mom looked at me, then came over and stood close.  ³Would you do that?  The girls have been looking forward to this sleepover for weeks.  Iıd feel safe if you were watching them,² she whispered.

³Sure he will, wonıt you, Dad?² said Anna.

³Oh, okay.  Iıll sit upstairs and watch TV while you play down here.  Howıs that?²  The distance was necessary to keep me out of further trouble.

³That will be fine.  Thank you, Mr. Marcus.  I owe you one.  Come on, Anna.  Gather your things and letıs go.²

I stood in silence, looking at Sally and Ruthie in their nightgowns.  Sally was smiling.  Ruthie looked back and forth at the two of us with a puzzled expression.  No one said a word.  As I heard the garage door close, I started up the stairs.

³Stay down here with us, Mr. Marcus.  Theyıre all reruns anyway.  I was just going to show Ruthie how to use the computer.  Her folks wonıt buy her one.²

I took a folding chair and set it up at a distance from the computer table.  Sally was trying to demonstrate how to use a mouse, not an easy thing to do with only verbal instruction.

³Mr. Marcus, could you help us?  You know a lot about computers, right?²

³Yes, Sally, I do.²

³So could you show Ruthie how to use the mouse?  I canıt seem to explain it right.²

³Thatıs because itıs better demonstrated than explained.  Here, Iıll show you.²

I pulled my chair to the right of Ruthie.  We were both righties, and it was impossible for me to reach across my body and guide her right hand on the mouse.  I tried my left hand but the motion was spastic.

³Sit on the other side,² suggested Sally.

I moved to the left, my right arm crossing in front of Ruthieıs body.  As we moved the mouse together, my arm rubbed against Ruthieıs chest, massaging her small breasts.  Was she leaning into my arm intentionally?

³That doesnıt look very comfortable.  I know!  Ruthie, stand up.²  She did as ordered.  ³Mr. Marcus, take a seat at the computer.²  I sat in the swivel chair Ruthie had warmed.  ³Now, Ruthie, sit in Mr. Marcusıs lap.²

³Are you sure this is okay?² Ruthie balked at the suggestion.

³Sure it is.²  Ruthie sat on my lap, legs outside of mine.  I placed my hand gently on hers on the mouse.  It glided easily.

³Isnıt that much better?  You guys go ahead, Iım going to get dessert.²

Our hands guided the mouse to open files, move files, launch applications and such.  When we got to scrolling with a slider, I explained how you move the mouse up and down until you find what youıre looking for.  Ruthie moved her body up and back on my lap as we moved the slider.

³Like this?² she asked.

A small, firm teenage butt was massaging my penis.

³Yes, thatıs right.²

The lights in the room went out.  Only the computer monitor illuminated us.

Sally walked in carrying a tray full of stuff.  One of the bowls had a single lit candle sticking up.  My penis was doing the same thing under Ruthieıs posterior.

³Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Ruthie, Happy birthday to you.²

Ruthieıs birthday?  Now Sallyıs intentions were clear, but I was determined to have no part of sex with an underage girl.

³Here you go.  Birthday ice cream for the birthday girl.²

³Yeah, real happy.  I look so young; I couldnıt get anyone to come to my party.  Even Anna couldnıt stay.  Great eighteenth birthday Iım having!²

Ruthie did not look eighteen, but who was I to argue.

³I apologize, Ruthie.  If I had known how much this meant to you, I would have tried harder to get Anna permission to stay.²

³Gee, youıre nice, Mr. Marcus, just like Sally said.²

How much had Sally told Ruthie about me?

Instead of handing Ruthie the bowl of ice cream, Sally flipped it to her.  Ruthie juggled the flying container unsuccessfully.  The bowl landed against her chest, soiling the front of her nightgown.

³Ewwww.  Sally, look what you did!²

Sally was too busy putting down the tray and opening a squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup.

³How about some toppings?² asked Sally.  Without waiting for a response, Sally pointed the open bottle at Ruthie and pressed hard.  A stream of gooey black liquid flew through the air, adding to the mess on Ruthieıs nightwear.

³Why are you doing this?  I thought we were friends!²

³The festivities havenıt started yet.²

³Sally, put that down and apologize,² I said.  As the adult left in charge, I had to make an attempt at shutting down Sallyıs behavior.

³Oh, you didnıt get yours yet.²

With that, Sally shot my white dress shirt full of chocolate sauce.  As I opened my mouth to complain, she raised the bottleıs angle.  Sweet dark syrup danced across my face and into my mouth.

³You two are a complete mess.  Come with me.²

Ruthie and I followed Sally to a downstairs full bathroom.

³Take that off,² Sally said to Ruthie.

Ruthie looked over at me, wiping chocolate off my eyes and cheeks.

³But heıll see me naked.²

³No big deal.  Mr. Marcus has seen a lot of us naked.  Right?²

I nodded.  Ruthieıs sincere surprised expression told me she wasnıt in league with Sally.  This was as much a surprise to her as it was to me.

³You too, Mr. Marcus.  You both need to be squeaky clean before my mom gets back.²

³Have you seen Mr. Marcus naked?² asked Ruthie, pulling her nightgown slowly over her head.  The gradual display of her slim torso was more erotic than she knew.

³More than once.  Heıs really equipped, youıll see.²

I kept the stained shirt separate from my other clothes.  Iıd left my jockey shorts on for modesty, but my erection was plainly visible, stretching the material tight.

³Oh my, thereıs something big in there,² said Ruthie, finally naked.  She held one hand across her chest, easily covering her small breasts, the other at the juncture of her legs.

Sally got the water started and adjusted the temperature.

³Thatıs nice and warm.  Now get in, both of you.²

Ruthie stepped in first.  Sally pulled down my jockey shorts and slapped my ass.  ³You know what youıre supposed to do, Mr. Marcus.²

³What is he supposed to do?² asked Ruthie, her back to both of us.

³Heıs supposed to give you a birthday present.  A big one.²  Sally stroked my erection.

Ruthie turned around, lathering soap in her tiny hands.  She looked down between my legs.

³Oh no.  Iım not ready.  Besides, heıs too big.  Itıll never fit.²

³Thatıs what we all said.²

³All?²

³Sure.  Mr. Marcus has done all of us on our birthdays.  Now itıs your turn.²

³But you never asked me.  What if I donıt want to?²

³Sally, I donıt think Ruthie is ready for this.  All of you were consensual.  Even eager.  Iım not going to force -²

³Ruthie and I talk about sex all the time.  Before you showed up, I was showing her naked pictures of men on the computer.  She was real interested then.  Talking about how she wanted her first time to happen soon.  Well, is this soon enough, Ruthie?²

³I, I guess so.²

³Go ahead, Mr. Marcus, wash Ruthie.  Donıt miss anything.²

Ruthie handed me the soap, her first indication of interest.  Facing me, I rubbed soapy hands across her shoulders, upper arms, and down her neck to her chest.  My fingers danced around her chest, then pulled gently at her nipples.  I moved closer, sliding one hand down her back and one down her front.  I was holding one buttock in my left hand and her pussy in my right.  I twiddled my fingers between her legs as she leaned into me.  Her hand found my erection and began to stroke it.

³I like the way it feels when you touch me, Mr. Marcus.  My skin feels alive all over.²

³Your touch feels good, Ruthie.  Keep it up.²  The lather was an effective lubricant.

³Itıs throbbing.  What does it want?²

³It wants to go into you, sweetheart.²

³But Iım scared, Mr. Marcus.  Itıll hurt.²

³Try this, Ruthie,² said Sally.  She handed her friend a rubber dildo, smaller than me.

Ruthie handed it to me.  ³You do it, Mr. Marcus, if youıre going to be my first.²

I knelt down in the tub as Ruthie spread her legs as far as the tub allowed.  I started with one finger.  Ruthie was very tight.  Unlike her classmates who used various objects before they coupled with me, Ruthie was a complete virgin.

³How does my finger feel?²

³Like I have a cramp.²

³Wait until you start fucking.  Itıll be the best cramps youıve ever had,² said Sally.

I replaced my finger with the tip of the rubber phallus.

³Oh, thatıs much bigger.²

How would she feel with my dick in her?  I began to move the dildo in and out, gradually to its full length.  Ruthie was breathing hard, grabbing my head for balance.

³Oh, lord, my pussy feels full.  Itıs all tingly.  I canıt control the, oh, oh, ohhhh.²

Ruthie was shaking and muttering.  I hung on to her wet naked body, limp after her first orgasm.

³Now itıs Mr. Marcusıs turn.²

³I donıt think I can do anything else.  Iım exhausted,² said Ruthie.

³Just give him a chance.  Turn your back to him.²

I stood immediately behind her, rubbing my hands up and down the front of her body, fondling her breasts, making stroking passes of her pussy, trying to casually find her clitoris.  Meanwhile, my erection was rubbing up and down, painting the small of her back with precum.

³Itıs coming back, those tingly feelings.  Mr. Marcus, youıre still hard.  Do you want to do it with me?²

³Yes, Ruthie, very much.²

³Okay.²

She was much too short for me to bend and penetrate.

³You need to be higher, Ruthie.²

³On my tippy toes?²

³No, higher than that, or the angle is wrong.²

Ruthie put her feet up on the sides of the tub, facing the back, hands gripping the towel bar.

³Good.  You can decide how far I go in by lowering or raising yourself.  Now let me get in position.²

I stood directly behind Ruthie.  She bent her knees until my penis was at the entrance to her pussy.

³Go ahead, donıt be scared.²

She dipped a little lower, taking the first two inches.

³Oh, this feels nice.  Softer than the pretend one.  Not soft, exactly.²  I was anything but soft.  ³Flesh warm instead of hard plastic.ı

Ruthie began a rhythm of dips and rises.

Sally was right.  This is awesome.  You did this with all of Sallyıs friends on their birthdays?²

³No, not all of them.  Just the pretty ones.²  I put my hands back on Ruthieıs torso, and slid them around to the front.  

Sally had left us alone.  Was she jealous?

Ruthie had still only taken two inches, but she was working them in and out, her pussy lips caressing the sensitive underside behind the head.  At least this way, Iıd have an easy time extracting myself before I shot sperm into another of my daughterıs friends.

³My legs are starting to get tired, or I could do this all night.²

The warm water on my back was a soothing massage.

 I wanted to go deeper but I was afraid Iıd freak her out if I became assertive.  As small as she was, I didnıt know if she could take much more.

The warm massage turned into scalding torture.  I took a step forward to get out of the way of the nozzleıs stream as Ruthie dipped down.  Ruthieıs feet slipped from the sides of the tub when I advanced.  I grabbed her waist before she could fall.  

³Owwwww.²

Gravity did what I didnıt.  Ruthie was now completely impaled on my erection.

³Take it out, Mr. Marcus.  Please take it out.  It hurts.  Oh it hurts.²

The water temperature returned to normal.  I tried to lift Ruthie off.  Her body was slippery, and I was in no position to get any leverage, standing there with this young woman mounted on my dick.  Besides, I seemed to be stuck.  I couldnıt pull my erection from her cunt.

³Sally!  Sally!  Help me!²

³What is it?  Oh god.  Ruthie, Iım so proud of you.  You took it all!  I didnıt think -²

ıGet it out!  Please!  It hurts.  Itıs too far in.  Hurry!²

³Canıt you just pull out, Mr. Marcus?²

³Iım afraid something is wrong.  I seem to be stuck.²

³Wait, Iıll get my folksı human anatomy book.²

³Just stay still, Ruthie.  It will be okay.²

³Oh, it hurts so bad.  It hurts.²

I wanted Ruthie to calm down for two reasons.  First, she might relax her muscles enough to let me pull out.  Second, I was pretty juiced up, and it was not going to take a lot for me to cum.  That deep inside, I was worried about the consequences.

Sally returned with an illustrated anatomy book. 

³This is what my mom showed me when she gave me the birds and bees lecture.  See, the picture of the male penis is much smaller than yours, Mr. Marcus.²

³Thanks, Sally, but could you please look up female reproductive organs.²

³Sure, letıs see -²

³Ruthie, are you better?²

³If we donıt move, I just feel all stuffed up.  How far in are you, Mr. Marcus?  My stomach?²

³Your cunt isnıt connected to your stomach, silly.  Let me read to you:  Female Reproductive Organs.  The female reproductive organs include the vagina, the cervix, the uterus...ı²

³I donıt know how, but my penis has pushed past your cervix into your uterus.²

³Isnıt that where babies live?²

My penis throbbed at the idea of making babies.

³All I know is I want your thingy out of me.²

³So do I.²

³Should I turn off the water?²

³No, itıs the only thing keeping us warm.  If I start to shiver, weıre both going to be in a lot of trouble.  I just canıt get a good grip.²

³Maybe I can help.²

Sally got into the tub in front of Ruthie, facing us both.  She put her arms around Ruthieıs back and took hold, fingers intertwined in front of my chest.  Ruthieıs hands were now gripping Sally instead of the towel bar.  Sally gave a pull, lifting Ruthieıs body in a direction up and away from mine.

³Owww.²  My body followed Ruthieıs.  I could feel her cervix pressing behind the head of my penis.  Unless my erection subsided, I had no idea how I was going to get past that opening.  

³I need to get a better grip.²

Sallyıs hands slid down Ruthieıs back.  Now they were cupping Ruthieıs ass, fingertips touching my balls.  That certainly wasnıt going to make me softer.  Sally tried again to lift Ruthie off me.

³Owwww.²

With every pull, Ruthieıs insides would tighten and caress my engorged dick.  Sallyıs nightgown was now wet, from the combination of the shower spray and pulling at Ruthieıs wet body.  Sallyıs erect nipples only made things worse for me.

³Oww -²

Ruthieıs cries of pain were muted.  Sally had clamped her mouth onto Ruthieıs.  I didnıt know if she wanted to shut her up or Sally was finding her friendıs predicament a turn-on.  Ruthieıs arms circled Sallyıs neck, her cries of pain becoming muffled moans of pleasure.  Was it me she was enjoying, or Sally?

Sally established a rhythm, pulling Ruthie up and letting her drop back down.  The tight stroking was too much to bear.  I joined in, pushing hard into Ruthie every time Sally let her fall back onto me.  I pulled back each time Sally lifted her friend, now lover.  In a matter of moments, I was ready.  I grabbed Ruthieıs hips and drew her sharply towards me.

³Ahhhghhhhh.²  

So much for an easy exit before cumming.  The deflation of my penis allowed it to pop past Ruthieıs cervix and slide easily through her wet cunt.  Sally lifted Ruthie off me, still in a mouth-to-mouth, body-to-body embrace.  I faced the spray, which was starting to get chilly.  Weıd most likely emptied the hot water tank.

I toweled off and got dressed, bare from the waist up.  My rinsed out shirt was wadded up in a plastic bag I scrounged in the kitchen.  I heard the key in the lock as I sat in front of the TV upstairs.

³Mr. Marcus.  What happened?²

³Sally got a little wild with the chocolate syrup and my shirt was a victim.²

³Iım so sorry.  The least I can do is clean or replace it.²

³No, thatıs fine.  Iıll just use it for painting or chores.²

³Where are the girls? Are they okay?²

Either their huggy bear, kissy face session was over, or Sallyıs mom was in for a big surprise.

³Theyıre downstairs, fine but a little messy.  I told them to clean themselves up before you got back.  Theyıve been partying pretty hard.  Theyıll sleep good tonight.²

²Thanks a lot for staying with them.  I hope they werenıt too much trouble.²

³No, not at all.²

³Itıs not right, you having you go home half dressed.²  She ran her finger down the center of my chest as she spoke.  Our eyes were locked.  ³Isnıt there something I can do to warm you up?²  With the word ³up², she flicked my belt buckle.

³Iıll take a rain check.  Good night.²

My daughter was out cold and my wife wasnıt back when I got home.  Falling into a deep sleep was easy.

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The next morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal when my wife walked in.

³Playing around with Annaıs friends, hmm?²

I choked on a mouthful of Cheerios.

³What were you doing, getting chocolate all over your shirt like that?  Iım glad Anna wasnıt there to see her father.²

So was I.

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