Messy Computer Birthday

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This is the sixth in my “(insert holiday name) Birthday” series. The first five are “Valentine Birthday”, “Easter Birthday”, “Double Birthday”, “4th of July Birthday” and “Betty Boop Birthday.” Readers have asked me to expand the series. In this episode, his daughter’s friend Sally has a gift for Mr. Marcus, and it isn’t even his birthday. Oh, those toppings!

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“Honey, would you please pick up Anna? She’s at Sally’s house. I have a meeting tonight.”

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

“Sure.”

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

“The 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.”

Great! I’m dead meat if Sally’s folks find out what we’ve done.

“And now I can see why,” 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 didn’t need this added complication.

“I’ll just go down and get Anna.”

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

“Hi Daddy.” Anna greeted me with a big hug.

“Oh, hi Mr. Marcus. Nice to see you.” Sally repeated Anna’s hug greeting, pressing herself tight against me. When she was done, she introduced the stranger. ”This is Ruthie, a friend of mine. She’s staying for a sleepover.”

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

“Too bad Anna has to go home.”

“Mother’s orders.” I didn’t want to leave any doubt that Anna was going home. Sally couldn’t argue with someone who wasn’t present.

Sally’s mom came down the stairs. I got a nice view of her legs.

“I just got a call and I have to go out. Ruthie, I’m afraid I’m going to have to take you home.”

“Why, Mom? We can stay here by ourselves.”

“Because I promised Ruthie’s parents you’d be supervised, that’s why. Now go get dressed. I’ll have just enough time to drop you off.”

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

“I’ve got it, Mom. You can drop Anna at home and Mr. Marcus can stay and supervise us.”

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

“Sure he will, won’t you, Dad?” said Anna.

“Oh, okay. I’ll sit upstairs and watch TV while you play down here. How’s that?” The distance was necessary to keep me out of further trouble.

“That will be fine. Thank you, Mr. Marcus. I owe you one. Come on, Anna. Gather your things and let’s go.”

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.

“Stay down here with us, Mr. Marcus. They’re all reruns anyway. I was just going to show Ruthie how to use the computer. Her folks won’t buy her one.”

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.

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

“Yes, Sally, I do.”

“So could you show Ruthie how to use the mouse? I can’t seem to explain it right.”

“That’s because it’s better demonstrated than explained. Here, I’ll show you.”

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.

“Sit on the other side,” suggested Sally.

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

“That doesn’t look very comfortable. I know! Ruthie, stand up.” She did as ordered. “Mr. Marcus, take a seat at the computer.” I sat in the swivel chair Ruthie had warmed. “Now, Ruthie, sit in Mr. Marcus’s lap.”

“Are you sure this is okay?” Ruthie balked at the suggestion.

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

“Isn’t that much better? You guys go ahead, I’m going to get dessert.”

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 you’re looking for. Ruthie moved her body up and back on my lap as we moved the slider.

“Like this?” she asked.

A small, firm teenage butt was massaging my penis.

“Yes, that’s right.”

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 Ruthie’s posterior.

“Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Ruthie, Happy birthday to you.”

Ruthie’s birthday? Now Sally’s intentions were clear, but I was determined to have no part of sex with an underage girl.

“Here you go. Birthday ice cream for the birthday girl.”

“Yeah, real happy. I look so young; I couldn’t get anyone to come to my party. Even Anna couldn’t stay. Great eighteenth birthday I’m having!”

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

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

“Gee, you’re nice, Mr. Marcus, just like Sally said.”

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.

“Ewwww. Sally, look what you did!”

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

“How about some toppings?” 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 Ruthie’s nightwear.

“Why are you doing this? I thought we were friends!”

“The festivities haven’t started yet.”

“Sally, put that down and apologize,” I said. As the adult left in charge, I had to make an attempt at shutting down Sally’s behavior.

“Oh, you didn’t get yours yet.”

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

“You two are a complete mess. Come with me.”

Ruthie and I followed Sally to a downstairs full bathroom.

“Take that off,” Sally said to Ruthie.

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

“But he’ll see me naked.”

“No big deal. Mr. Marcus has seen a lot of us naked. Right?”

I nodded. Ruthie’s sincere surprised expression told me she wasn’t in league with Sally. This was as much a surprise to her as it was to me.

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

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

“More than once. He’s really equipped, you’ll see.”

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

“Oh my, there’s something big in there,” 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.

“That’s nice and warm. Now get in, both of you.”

Ruthie stepped in first. Sally pulled down my jockey shorts and slapped my ass. “You know what you’re supposed to do, Mr. Marcus.”

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

“He’s supposed to give you a birthday present. A big one.” Sally stroked my erection.

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

“Oh no. I’m not ready. Besides, he’s too big. It’ll never fit.”

“That’s what we all said.”

“All?”

“Sure. Mr. Marcus has done all of us on our birthdays. Now it’s your turn.”

“But you never asked me. What if I don’t want to?”

“Sally, I don’t think Ruthie is ready for this. All of you were consensual. Even eager. I’m not going to force -”

“Ruthie 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?”

“I, I guess so.”

“Go ahead, Mr. Marcus, wash Ruthie. Don’t miss anything.”

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.

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

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

“It’s throbbing. What does it want?”

“It wants to go into you, sweetheart.”

“But I’m scared, Mr. Marcus. It’ll hurt.”

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

Ruthie handed it to me. “You do it, Mr. Marcus, if you’re going to be my first.”

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.

“How does my finger feel?”

“Like I have a cramp.”

“Wait until you start fucking. It’ll be the best cramps you’ve ever had,” said Sally.

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

“Oh, that’s much bigger.”

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.

“Oh, lord, my pussy feels full. It’s all tingly. I can’t control the, oh, oh, ohhhh.”

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

“Now it’s Mr. Marcus’s turn.”

“I don’t think I can do anything else. I’m exhausted,” said Ruthie.

“Just give him a chance. Turn your back to him.”

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.

“It’s coming back, those tingly feelings. Mr. Marcus, you’re still hard. Do you want to do it with me?”

“Yes, Ruthie, very much.”

“Okay.”

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

“You need to be higher, Ruthie.”

“On my tippy toes?”

“No, higher than that, or the angle is wrong.”

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

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

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

“Go ahead, don’t be scared.”

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

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

Ruthie began a rhythm of dips and rises.

‘Sally was right. This is awesome. You did this with all of Sally’s friends on their birthdays?”

“No, not all of them. Just the pretty ones.” I put my hands back on Ruthie’s 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, I’d have an easy time extracting myself before I shot sperm into another of my daughter’s friends.

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

The warm water on my back was a soothing massage.

I wanted to go deeper but I was afraid I’d freak her out if I became assertive. As small as she was, I didn’t 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 nozzle’s stream as Ruthie dipped down. Ruthie’s feet slipped from the sides of the tub when I advanced. I grabbed her waist before she could fall.

“Owwwww.”

Gravity did what I didn’t. Ruthie was now completely impaled on my erection.

“Take it out, Mr. Marcus. Please take it out. It hurts. Oh it hurts.”

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 couldn’t pull my erection from her cunt.

“Sally! Sally! Help me!”

“What is it? Oh god. Ruthie, I’m so proud of you. You took it all! I didn’t think -”

‘’Get it out! Please! It hurts. It’s too far in. Hurry!”

“Can’t you just pull out, Mr. Marcus?”

“I’m afraid something is wrong. I seem to be stuck.”

“Wait, I’ll get my folks’ human anatomy book.”

“Just stay still, Ruthie. It will be okay.”

“Oh, it hurts so bad. It hurts.”

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.

“This 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.”

“Thanks, Sally, but could you please look up female reproductive organs.”

“Sure, let’s see -”

“Ruthie, are you better?”

“If we don’t move, I just feel all stuffed up. How far in are you, Mr. Marcus? My stomach?”

“Your cunt isn’t connected to your stomach, silly. Let me read to you: ‘Female Reproductive Organs. The female reproductive organs include the vagina, the cervix, the uterus...’”

“I don’t know how, but my penis has pushed past your cervix into your uterus.”

“Isn’t that where babies live?”

My penis throbbed at the idea of making babies.

“All I know is I want your thingy out of me.”

“So do I.”

“Should I turn off the water?”

“No, it’s the only thing keeping us warm. If I start to shiver, we’re both going to be in a lot of trouble. I just can’t get a good grip.”

“Maybe I can help.”

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

“Owww.” My body followed Ruthie’s. 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.

“I need to get a better grip.”

Sally’s hands slid down Ruthie’s back. Now they were cupping Ruthie’s ass, fingertips touching my balls. That certainly wasn’t going to make me softer. Sally tried again to lift Ruthie off me.

“Owwww.”

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

“Oww -”

Ruthie’s cries of pain were muted. Sally had clamped her mouth onto Ruthie’s. I didn’t know if she wanted to shut her up or Sally was finding her friend’s predicament a turn-on. Ruthie’s arms circled Sally’s 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 Ruthie’s hips and drew her sharply towards me.

“Ahhhghhhhh.”

So much for an easy exit before cumming. The deflation of my penis allowed it to pop past Ruthie’s 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. We’d 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.

“Mr. Marcus. What happened?”

“Sally got a little wild with the chocolate syrup and my shirt was a victim.”

“I’m so sorry. The least I can do is clean or replace it.”

“No, that’s fine. I’ll just use it for painting or chores.”

“Where are the girls? Are they okay?”

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

“They’re downstairs, fine but a little messy. I told them to clean themselves up before you got back. They’ve been partying pretty hard. They’ll sleep good tonight.”

”Thanks a lot for staying with them. I hope they weren’t too much trouble.”

“No, not at all.”

“It’s not right, you having you go home half dressed.” She ran her finger down the center of my chest as she spoke. Our eyes were locked. “Isn’t there something I can do to warm you up?” With the word “up”, she flicked my belt buckle.

“I’ll take a rain check. Good night.”

My daughter was out cold and my wife wasn’t 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.