Betty Boop Birthday
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This is the fifth in my “(insert holiday name) Birthday” series. The first four are “Valentine Birthday”, “Easter Birthday”, “Double Birthday” and “4th of July Birthday.” Readers have asked me to expand the series. In this episode, three of his daughter’s friends engage Mr. Marcus in a guessing game while his wife and daughter are out of town. Give it up for a sexual Blind Man’s Bluff.”
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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 folks’ house for the weekend of our daughter’s 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. Don’t laugh. They relax me. The doorbell interrupted my solitude. I wasn’t 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 daughter’s three closest friends. Bree, Sally and Marci were the young ladies I’d introduced to sex on their birthdays. I didn’t have to pretend to be surprised. In my drugged stupor, I let them walk right in, single file, like they belonged there.
“Hello, Mr. Marcus. Anna told us you’d be here all alone. We wanted to cum, that is, come over to cheer you up.”
So this was Anna’s doing. Did she know what I’d 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.
“Am I supposed to guess who you are?” I asked.
“No, silly. Isn’t it obvious who we are? Betty Poop,” said the first Betty.
I recognized her voice as Bree, my Valentine encounter.
“That’s Betty Boop,” I said.
“So it’s not poop-poop-pe-doo?”
“No. Boop-boop-pe-doo.”
“These were the only costumes they had three identical ones of, in our size,” said Betty Two.
It sounded like Sally, my Independence fuck.
“And the only ones we could afford,” said Betty One.
“They smell like they’ve been in a warehouse for years.”
I touched one of the plastic heads.
“They’re still dusty.”
“Sorry, Mr. Marcus. We should have cleaned them off before coming over, but we were in a hurry,” said Betty One.
“For what?”
“We want to play Guess The Boop.”
I figured I’d already won, hearing their voices. I wondered what the prize was.
“Sounds like a fun game. Are you going to tell me the rules?”
