6 comments/ 63822 views/ 55 favorites Tina Tiny Tits - 18th Birthday Party By: grumpyg 18th Birthday Party "Daddeeeeee." Tina spotted the taxi pull up outside. Yanking open the front door, she dashed full pelt down the drive and through the gate. Just as the taxi drew away she jumped up and clung to my neck. "Daddy, you're home," she shouted in my ear, almost deafening me. Kisses were rained on my cheek, my neck, and then a full-blooded smacker straight on my lips. "Love you daddy, love you lots." "And I love you too, Tiny Tits ." "Daddy!" She reprimanded, wagging a finger at me. "My tits aren't tiny, they're just right." "OK, sweetheart, I agree. Have you missed me?" Tina unwrapped her legs from around my waist, let go of my neck and dropped to the pavement. She stretched her arms out to their fullest. "This much daddy." She thought a moment, "No, this much and this much and THIS much. She stretched her arms again, jumped to the left, then jumped some more. I doubted she'd exaggerated. Being an only daughter, Tina had my full attention at all times that I was home. My name's Mike. I'm a civil engineer and I have to go where I'm sent. The salary and perks are fantastic but I can be anywhere at a moment's notice, usually for several weeks at a time. Being part of a strong, go-ahead company, I can be sent all over Europe, Asia, even the United States. It's interesting work but I really miss my 'Tiny Tits '. Her birth certificate says 'Christine' but it's a name that's rarely used. To the family and to her friends she's Tina. Tiny Tits is a school nickname that's stuck. Not in a derisory way, never that. Tina is a very popular girl - a tiny bundle of energy and fun. Ever since she left her mom's womb, Tina has been small. She spent weeks in hospital hooked up to all manner of devices finely tuned to preserving her. All through her childhood she was by far the smallest in class and, where many kids shoot up post puberty, Tina simply took her time but never caught up. Having temporarily managed to be released from Tina's arms and legs, I picked up my suitcase and hand luggage and we both walked inside. Brenda's hug wasn't quite so over the top but her kisses were real. Pinned against the kitchen unit she ground herself against me. Stopping only for fresh breaths of air we kissed for, it seemed, several minutes. In reality it was probably only one. Brenda, my long-suffering wife of 20 years, seemed to pride herself with how quickly she could make me rock hard, just by kiss and pussy grind alone. I'd swear she logged it in some secret diary. "It's real good to see you back home," she said, even though I'd only been away two weeks. "Can you please put daddy down?" Tina asked. "I got to him first." It seemed that as Tina got older she was becoming more and more jealous of Brenda. Maybe it was my imagination, but the stares Tina gave Brenda had become so sharp they were now razor edged. I shrugged it off. It was all hormones, her age. Tina would wake up one morning and all would be normal again. "Come on then," I said, turning my attention my second favourite female. "Let's see what I can find for you." It didn't take long. The bottle of perfume was Tina's favourite, bought from the airport shop. "Daddy that is so ... WOW! Thank you, thank you, thank you." At only 4 ft 9 inches tall and weighing barely 8 stone, when I bent down to greet her Tina would hook fingers round my neck so I could lift her easily. "Daddy, if you'd been 2 days more you'd have missed my birthday." Neither Brenda not Tina liked me being away from home so much, but if my expertise was needed at a moment's notice I could be already booked on to the next flight out. I'd only just managed to wangle an early return. "I'm sorry I missed helping organise your party but at least I made it home and there might just be an 18th birthday present for you from Paris that none of your friends will have." Tina's eyes lit up. "Anyway, Tiny Tits . What have you been up to? "Daddy will you stop teasing." Tina knew I was just trying to wind her up. "OK Princess. I promise not to call you Tiny Tits again." "Thank you, Daddy." "At least until tomorrow." "Daddy!" "OK sweetheart. I won't." The 22 carat gold bracelet had dented my credit card, but not severely. It was gift wrapped by the store, a famous Parisian store; I just had to make sure Brenda wouldn't see the bill. The gift was locked safely in the suitcase. Tina would have to wait two more days before she could wear it. I'd phoned home as soon as I'd cleared border control. The meal was almost ready. Tina still hugged me tight, thrilled with the perfume. As our only child Brenda had asked me numerous times not to spoil her. It fell on deaf ears. Being protective though, I was still concerned about Tina's short skirts. Like many girls her age, Tina favoured very short skirts, her excuse was that they made her legs seem longer, maximising what little height she had. It didn't take long for Tina to open the package and spray a little perfume on her wrist, dabbing a little behind each ear. The perfume smelled good as I leaned to kiss her on the cheek. Again, protective of my precious daughter, I was wary not to cause myself any undue visible embarrassment. "Love you Daddy!" said Tina, precious words I'd heard many, many times. Brenda shouted through. Dinner was ready. We sat around the table as we'd done many times before. Tina chatted away, brought me up to date with all the college gossip, local news, who had stolen who's boyfriend, stuff like that. ***** Two days passed. Most of the work had been done. Our detached Victorian house had a large basement which had, at some time, been converted into what could best be described as a large den. These days I used it as an office, a chill out zone, but when Tina had been small it was a play zone or games room. As she moved into her teens it was a place to invite friends with enough privacy and ideal for letting off steam. There was a shower room and even a foldaway bed. The music system was a little outdated but it still worked well. There was more than enough power to satisfy any teenage ears; add to that a few CD compilations and we had lift off. Brenda and I had worked hard together to make it look the perfect place for an 18th party, a local sandwich shop had delivered the food and all we needed now were some guests. Most of the friends Tina had invited were older than her. Tina's birthday was right at the end of the academic year, so she was the youngest of all the college students in her year. Her size, or lack of it, only added to the illusion, as most people thought she belonged to a much younger year group. If I thought Tina's skirts were short, I had a lot to learn. Tina had decided there would be no boys there. Boys drank too much, wanted to kiss too much, wanted to grope too much. Tina had firmly denied any boys access. She had told everyone it was her party and her rules. The only exception to local girls being invited was her cousin, Maddy, who had travelled up from Dorset for a few days to be at what was a very special occasion. Tina could now legally buy a drink in a bar, vote, buy cigarettes and (if she wanted) watch an 18+ movie. Maddy, 2½ years older than Tina, is the daughter of Anna, Brenda's sister. Although Anna is younger than Brenda, she was the first to conceive, 'out of wedlock' as the old phrase goes, and something as a shock to both her and their mother. Anna wasn't on the pill, and her boyfriend was out of condoms. Unluckily at the time, Anna soon discovered she was pregnant. Things didn't turn out badly though. Her then boyfriend, Simon, and Anna got married and have lived very happily since. Anna had a second child, a boy, but not until several years after. I really don't blame Simon for getting Anna pregnant. She was, and still is, very beautiful, though not of course (in case Brenda should read this) as beautiful as either my dear wife and daughter. Anna is far more outgoing than Brenda, although both are party animals. Brenda loves to party, Anna lives to party. I'd all on at times to divert my gaze from Anna. Long legs, nice tits, round ass and very fuckable. I guess it was for the best that they moved, with Simon's work, down to Dorset. Although Yorkshire is God's own county, the good Lord spent far more time designing Dorset's scenery and very amicable climate. Maddy took on both her mother's beauty and her father's brain. Beautiful and brainy don't always go together but Maddy is equally as fuckable as her mother and smart enough not to get pregnant. Boys have to prove their worth before getting inside her gorgeous lace panties. Hell, did I just say that? I guess at times I'm away far too long from the fairer sex. Maddy has stayed with us, sleeping in the spare room, quite a number of times. Simon and Anna aren't loaded but live comfortably. Both work, and, as soon as Maddy was confident enough to travel alone, she would stay for a week or two to catch up with friends she knew from her Yorkshire roots. Her panties (hmm, how would I know that?) are fashionable rather than practical. Lace edged thongs are her choice, always accompanied by matching bras. Not that I take any interest in that, but sometimes I'm away from the fairer sex for ... OK, OK, you already know that. I'm always home for Christmas, unless some company has an exceptionally dire emergency and the funds to pay exorbitant fees for my services. It's only happened once. Take the last but one Christmas. Simon and Anna had planned a Christmas well away from the British Isles and Maddy didn't want to spend Christmas alone. I was home by the 22nd December, just in time to collect Maddy from the railway station. Now Maddy is a flirt, an unashamed very feminine, very sexy flirt. She knows uncle Mike is a sensible, happily married man, with a wife and daughter he utterly adores. But Maddy is a flirt. Not 100 yards away from station parking lot and, well, the conversation quickly turned sexy. Sexy is good, 3 blouse buttons open and a bra designed to maximise cleavage is always good. Add a hand carelessly placed on my left leg is very, very good. Having it placed nearer and nearer my rapidly swelling cock is fucking fantastic, however Maddy's teasing had gone too far. "I don't think you should be doing that," I said, quite firmly. "But you're my favourite uncle," Maddy replied. "Don't you like that?" "THAT, " I replied, "Is for your boyfriends, not for your uncle." I removed the offending hand, admitting to myself I was rather reluctant to do so. Maddy pulled an exaggerated post. "It's OK. It's not like I'm going to say anything." She placed her hand back on my leg. The bulge was still there and she knew it." But you do like it. I can see." "MADDY! You've never been like this before." This time I didn't move her hand. "Girls do grow up. You've always been real kind to me. And you're kinda hunky." Hunky wasn't a description I'd had before. "Have you been drinking?" I asked. "At train prices? No I haven't. So you don't like a bit of fun, then?" "Behave yourself, Maddy." "Don't you like me anymore?" Maddy turned, cleavage fully on show. "Another button?" "Maddy! I'm driving. I'll have an accident." I may as well have been talking to the man on the moon. Maddy was going to be Maddy. "Is that so?" She giggled, putting her hand even nearer my bulge. "It's OK, I'm not gonna touch." The rest of the short journey back home was far from boring. The following year, Maddy would no longer a hormone-fuelled teenager. She was 100% a young, virile woman. Her hand stayed in that place for most of the journey, occasionally moving up and down, very gently. It seemed a good game to play. I guess living out of town in deepest Dorset, with an understanding dad and mom, and a brother who is never going to complain, meant a young lady could feel at ease around home. It was Brenda who told Maddy she should cover herself a bit more when uncle Mike was around. Maddy didn't take one iota of notice. I just got used to it. I'm sure Maddy sometimes just forgot she wasn't at home. I saw more of Maddy's underwear in two weeks than I'd seen of Tina's in the 10 years before and most of the time it was still on Maddy's body. I say most of the time; perhaps it was just chance that Maddy came out of the bathroom a couple of times covering not much of her front with a clutched towel as I made my way up the staircase. She sure has a butt to be proud of. Christmas came and went. I worked away a lot in the passing months and that car journey was largely forgotten. ***** Back to the day of the party: Maddy had arrived the day before, taking a taxi from the station. As the guests started to arrive I guess I started to feel bad that I'd denied Tina the right to wear an even shorter dress than the ones she usually wore to go out with friends. Unknown to me, mom had relented since, after all, it was Tina's 18th, she had had been talked into buying Tina's choice of party dress. Both Tina and Maddy came downstairs in readiness for the party and I sucked in my breath in utter surprise. 'Tiny tits' of course didn't have the desire to wear a low cut blouse, whereas Maddy did. Oddly, I thought, for no boys were there. So the poor lads didn't miss out, Maddy and Tina had arranged to go down town to one of the clubs the following weekend. If it wasn't for the special day I would have been somewhat annoyed at Tina's new skirt which barely covered her panties. Maddy's was much the same and, given that Maddy was several inches taller than her cousin, it seemed to make her legs much longer. Lisa's friends arrived at the party one or two at a time and I noticed several of them carried bottles as well as their birthday gift. We had some drinks already bought in and I assumed Tina would keep the extra bottles for later in the week. I left our present, neatly wrapped by the Parisian boutique, on the table with the rest of her gifts. I knew Tina chose her friends carefully. All the gifts would be safe where they were. "You can take a break now," said Brenda. "I know parties aren't your thing and girl talk won't interest you anyway." She gave me a plate of assorted party food and reminded me that the kettle, teabags and milk were in the kitchen. I really must train Brenda better; everything should have been ready for me. Luckily when I got the milk from the fridge I noticed she'd restocked the beer. Being alone in the lounge meant I could watch football on cable. An hour later I was just settled nicely when I heard Tina's shriek. "Daddy!" She said, rushing into the lounge and jumping on to my lap. Mwah! A big sloppy kiss and a very enthusiastic hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you for the bracelet. It's just so out of this world." "It's because you're so precious and special. And today is the day you're officially an adult." She twisted herself around to face me, knees now astride me, and threw her arms around my neck. I guess she caught me unawares, her very short skirt easily hiking up and her pussy pushed tight against my groin. Perhaps because of the time I'd been away from home and Brenda's tiredness for the last couple of days, I felt myself immediately stiffen, which in her hyped up state Tina didn't immediately notice. For several minutes she reeled off the various presents she'd received, and birthday cards. Save for the small amount of material between her and me, my cock would have been prodding against her pussy lips, begging for an entry pass. Given her enthusiasm and giddiness reeling off her presents, the slight swelling became a very large and stiff one. I felt very embarrassed. This had never happened before. She finally noticed. Her jaw dropped. "Sorry Daddy, I shouldn't be sat like this, should I?" I laughed. "Hey, it's your 18th birthday and you can do anything today." I laughed again, more a nervous laugh. "If you're comfortable like that, I'm fine." I immediately chided myself - hell, this was my daughter, but in my mind it was a comfort I badly needed. I paused. Tina and I had always been close, especially when she didn't see me for several weeks. I always tried to phone home when I thought she'd be there so we could chat some. There was a very uncomfortable pause. You know those awkward questions kids ask as they grow up? I knew, from the expression on Tina's face, one was going to come now. Tina finally spoke, "Daddy, when you and mom kiss and you kinda hold her close, it feels good too ... doesn't it?" "Yes. I love mom a lot." "And you get like you are now?" "Well, sometimes, yes." It was almost always 'yes'. "So, as it's my birthday, can I kiss you like mom does? You know, for buying me this bracelet?" I thought long and hard. "Sure, why not," I answered, rather awkwardly. "But it's probably best not to tell mom." Again I paused for thought. "Don't you find it better to kiss boys your age?" "There aren't many I really like at college. And most the ones I do like are attached." "But you have kissed boys, surely?" "Of course. But they're usually after something else. That's why I didn't invite any boys to my party. And besides, this is different. The bracelet is fantastic." "OK then, you can give me a kiss and a hug." Tina didn't need a further invitation. Despite her own reluctance kissing boys, she was pretty damned good, so good it lasted quite a while. Almost without thinking I started to stroke the nape of her neck, then let my fingers wander down her spine, then caress the sides of her tiny breasts. "Daddy," she said, almost as if to chastise my touching. Then she went silent, kissing me full on the mouth. Her breath smelled a little of alcohol, but not too much. I figured just enough to be where she was, doing as she was doing ... kissing me now in more of a sexual way. I let my fingers wander again, up and down the sides of her thin summer sweatshirt ... more of a posh tee-shirt, with embroidered butterflies edged with gold brain. Tina kept up the kiss. My hands went underneath her sweat, touching bare skin. I could feel her pubis pushing against my hardness. "Daddy," she said again. Then she thought otherwise and her voice trailed off. "You said you wanted a proper kiss. This is what I do with mom, but you can tell me to stop." As if too embarrassed she took a while to reply. "It's OK. It feels good." Then she went back to kissing me. Perhaps, after 2 cans of beer, my own inhibitions had eased. This time my fingers ran up and down her sides, then hooked under her bra, a little oversized and easy to move. Still no sign of Tina chastising me. I pushed the bra up and over her small breasts, thumbing her nipples. I was surprised; although Tina had very small breasts, her nipples rapidly became large and full. She shivered and opened her mouth wider so the kiss became fuller and deeper, itself sexual charged. At the same time she thrust her pubis hard against my erection, moving her hips against it and bringing pleasure to us both. Just then a shout came up from the basement. "Tina, where did you go?" As if the guilt of the last few minutes hit us hard, we both moved quickly. "I was just talking to Daddy, thanking him for his lovely present," Tina shouted back. The noise of footsteps became louder as the girl walked up the stairs from the cellar. Tina rapidly pulled her bra back into position, straightened her top and self-consciously rearranged what little there was of her mini-skirt. "Hi, Mr Sampson. Thank you for arranging this super party." 'Super' came out exaggerated, as if her family lived in the posher side of town. Her perfect diction during the short conversation that followed emphasised that. Tina Tiny Tits - 18th Birthday Party "Aren't you coming down to the party?" She asked. "Yes, Daddy. I want you to meet the rest of my friends." Tina tugged my hand, which only moments ago had been gently caressing her. The slowly decreasing bulge in my pants was still visible. Luckily, Tina's friend had already turned to walk back to the basement. I never did get to see the end of the game on TV. Tina was still holding my hand all the way down the steps. I think Brenda was quite pleased to see me as we walked into the rather noisy basement. I'd put some sound insulation in there, but I hadn't really noticed how effective it was. The house was a solid build anyway, brick everywhere long before breeze blocks and plasterboard stud walls had been invented. "Can you take over for an hour?" Brenda asked, "And give me a break." "Sure," I answered, "You probably need it." Having walked into a young man's heaven - 2 dozen college-aged, mostly beautiful young ladies - I could hardly refuse. A blend of more than a dozen different perfumes, each designed to attract males, pervaded the air. It was very pleasant. Still holding my hand, Tina introduced me to fellow college students and friends, pointing out to each the gold bracelet from Paris. With the music, the dancing and the chat I was horrified to realise that Tina's earlier attention, the mixture of perfumes and the shortness of most skirts, had created a softer but still very visual bulge in my pants, casual pants too. The thinner, warm weather fabric moulded itself with sharper definition than, say, a suit trouser. It felt good, of course it felt good. "Why don't you dance, get yourself in the party mood?" asked Maria, the girl who'd disturbed Tina and I a few minutes before, and without waiting for an answer she tugged me away from my daughter. "I haven't been to a disco since I left university," I confessed, "I'm afraid to say." The music was a touch loud and I had to bend to speak in Maria's ear. I caught the quite strong perfume no doubt dabbed around there. "What do you do?" Maria asked. "I'm a civil engineer in the construction industry. Sometimes I'm away for weeks." "I'm in my second year of training for nursing," Maria informed me. "Though I still don't know yet which area of nursing I want to go into." I looked across at Tina. I didn't need any jealousy creeping in. "Tina came to my 18th last year. My parents booked a hall and a live band." Her accent reflected the wealth of her parents. "But I much prefer Tina's party. Everyone (she stressed 'everyone') got drunk at mine. I remembered; Tina was very giggly when I picked her up that night. We danced, or to be more correct, just moved our feet and arms in the limited space. "Hey, you haven't lost the rhythm." It was praise indeed from a young lady some 20+ years my junior. The music changed to something much slower. Maria placed her arms around my neck. "Still want to dance? I hope so." The song was soft and moody, the kind of song they used to play at the end of the evening but my CD player was on random, I had no control. I looked around, Tiny Tits was still busy talking. "Sure." I didn't want Tina to miss out if she wanted to dance. "Why not." Maria must be missing the boys, I thought, as she seemed convinced I was just 20. Her head rested against my shoulder, her hips rested against my bulge. She pushed closer. "I'm sorry," I said softly in her ear. "I'm not used to so many females around me." "It's cool. Don't worry. It's fine by me. In fact it's kinda nice. My father takes no notice of me at all. I'm flattered you find me so, so, ..." "Sexy? Sure. You're beautiful, and nice to dance with." Hell, what was I saying? She was my daughter's friend. "Sorry again, I shouldn't have said that. You'll think I'm a right perv." "From what I can feel, and from what Tina has said about you, you're a perfect Daddy." She pushed her hips tight up against me. I gave her butt cheeks a quick squeeze. My hands stayed there for the rest of the song. "Mr Sampson ... " "Just call me Mike." "Sorry Mike. I really need to pee." I'd noticed some of the bottles the guests had brought had been opened. Cans stood empty next to the food plates. I looked across at the basement bathroom which was occupied. "There's the house bathroom. You go up the stairs, turn right, along the hall ... " Maria didn't let me finish. "Can you show me. I'm absolutely busting and if I can't find it I may well have a mishap." Tina was exactly the same. Wait till the last minute then piss a bucketful. Tina was still talking; about the bracelet it seemed. "OK." The house bathroom was behind one of several doors on the first floor. "OK, I'm sure you can find your own way down." "Oh, please Mike, I've had plenty to drink. Can you wait stay a minute. I don't want to fall on the way downstairs." "OK." Luckily the lounge door was shut. I didn't want questions from Brenda. Maria grabbed my hand. "I'd feel safer if you were inside." She paused, concocting a ruse. "In case I feel I need to be sick." She saw my unfeigned reluctance. "It's OK, no one will know." Her tug was persistent. Fuck it, why not. I was away from home comforts far too much. With no modesty whatsoever Maria had her panties down, skirt up and pissed noisily for what seemed like an eternity, followed by a very loud fart. She giggled like a little girl. "It's really hot in your basement isn't it? I guess I need to cool a little." With that she opened a couple of her silky blouse buttons, revealing very tempting cleavage, pushed up a little by a lace-edged red bra. Finally done she hiked her skirt up some more, wiped very carefully and pressed the flush. What happened next was beyond belief. Kicking her micro panties off her feet, she folded them neatly and pushed them into my pants pocket. "Keep them for me, will you? I'll get them later." Then came the dirty version of the dance: arms hooked around my shoulders, hips thrust against my groin. I moved my hands to cup the bottom of her butt curve. "Unzip it." She pressed her lips against mine, let them loosen, widen, until a fully fledged lovers kiss emerged. Still hesitant I unzipped her skirt and popped the clip.Without any further prompt I helped the skirt drop to the floor. My hand went underneath, seeking her opening and her wetness. Maria broke the kiss only enough to murmur her pleasure. One hand went down to rub against my new throbbing hardness, awkwardly but skilfully unzipping me and releasing my cock. She broke the kiss only to murmur. "Wait. You deserve this for throwing such a good party." Kneeling down, she took in my fullness. With speed, but with skill and consideration she rapidly had me shoot into her mouth. "Want some of me?" she asked, after swallowing my urgent load. Seeing me hesitant again, Maria upped the ante. "I need this as much as you." Lid down, she sat on the only available seat, skirt hiked, legs open, butt pushed forward. "Please, I need this." I had no option but to lick her out. What the fuck would Brenda say? Even more what would my newly 18 year old daughter say? Her cunt smelled divine. It was a dream. I'd tried this with Brenda several times, always refused. I knew exactly what to do, even though it was many years before that I'd had a willing partner to enjoy the special pleasure. "Quick. Please. Go straight for it." My tongue relished the taste, my nose relished the scent. Already my cock was starting to re-fill. María's clit was stood proud, ready to accept the pleasure offered. I kissed, nibbled, sucked and licked for all my worth. It paid off, though Maria's climax was more of a shudder and a huge sigh. On our return downstairs Maria was almost apologetic, explaining she'd had a bust up with her guy and seeing my visible bulge earlier had led her to what had happened. She'd also had just a touch too much alcohol. "Daddy, where did you go?" asked Tina, having missed me soon after I left with Maria. "Maria felt ill. I kept an eye on her." "Sorry Tina, I didn't want to throw up and spoil your party." "If you'd asked me Daddy, I'd have helped Maria." "No, sweetheart. You were busy chatting. It's your party." "Well thanks Daddy." Tina smiled. "And thank you from me too, Mike," added Maria, planting a kiss on my cheek. The rest of the party went well. I danced with Tina, no-one else felt ill or urgently needed an escort to visit the bathroom. "Daddy, would you mind taking some of my friends home, please?" Tina asked at the end of the evening. I considered what I'd had to drink. Much less than some of the girls, and with the food I'd eaten I reckoned it would be OK. The last thing I wanted was the Breathalyser and 12 months ban. "Please Daddy," prompted Tina. "Some of the girls came together by taxi but it's late now and they've had a few drinks. Could you, please." "OK, if the girls feel safer, it's OK by me." It was half an hour later before the 4 girls were ready to go. I'd let Elaine know. It was nearing midnight. Most of the other girls had been collected by parents. "Don't wait up," I told her. "I'll be back soon as I can." "Just you be careful driving," she answered. "I don't want you on a drink drive charge." "I'll be OK." It just didn't occur to me how playful, teasing and provocative girls could be, certainly more so than when I was a student. We hadn't gone as far as the first road end when the girls were whispering. "Thanks Mr ... " "Mike," said Maria, sat on the middle rear seat. "Thanks Mike," chorused the others in a kind of 'we've had plenty to drink' style. "No problem," I said. Anything for Tina's friends. "Anything?" came the reply from the auburn haired wannabe 'Miss Student 2014'. She could adorn my Beautiful Babes calendar anytime she wished. "Within reason," I added quickly. Some more whispers and giggles. The spokeswoman, wannabe pin-up, chirped up again. "We think you're a real cool Daddy to Tina, and she's our friend." She pulled her low-cut, already revealing, sweater up and over her head. "It's so warm in this car. Can't you put the aircon on?" "It's not working. I need to get it fixed," I lied. Pin-up girl had revealed a low cut, pretty bra. My eyes switched between the road ahead and the car's rear view mirror. "That's so bad, on a warm evening," said passenger 2, peeling her silky top off to reveal smaller breasts in their cosy hammocks. "I agree," added Maria, opening all her blouse buttons. I was having serious problems concentrating. Miss Quiet-so-far reached across from the passenger seat, to gauge my reaction to the display so far. "Yep," she said to the others. "It's good." Her hand stayed there as if to provide help should the street lighting fail to illuminate the car interior. "Hmm, nice," said Miss Quiet, almost to herself. She too was displaying cleavage. Miss Student 2014 had meanwhile unclipped her bra. Now anyone passing would be able to view her wares. Full and nice they were too. The teasing, the flashing, the nice little touches courtesy of Miss Quiet were also very welcome. "I live near here," said Maria, who seemed to be calming an itch at the front of somewhere around where her two legs met, "But with the one-way system it's easier if you drop me on the way back." Passenger 2 (Kate, I think the others called her) was temporarily out of the limelight. We reached her house first and I was treated to a kiss for taking her home. Not just a kiss, an absolutely ... man it was indescribable. It lasted and lasted and ... fuck, Miss Quiet was in my pants now, offering a quick suck. Have any of you guys been sucked off whilst having the most erotic kiss imaginable? I didn't cum, more's the pity, but my bulge didn't calm until we reached Miss Student's house. Almost midnight, not a soul around. Tits weren't back in their hammocks until her kiss ended and I'd got more than a handful. Then just Miss Quiet and Maria left. Not to be outdone, Miss Quiet was snacking on my large sausage again. How the fuck I got the car steered till I got her home I don't know, but I did, safely. And so, along the one-way system that didn't exist, I pulled the car into Maria's driveway. "You will see me in safely, won't you? My parents are away and sometimes the lock is awkward." That, remarkably, was true. Not too awkward, but the key had to be jiggled around. Inside, she showed me for the second time her kissing skills. "My room is just up here," she pointed, "Want to fuck?" I hesitated, taken aback by the remarkable offer. "I'm still horny." She dipped two fingers into her panty-less opening, put her fingers to my nose. "See?" "I'm whacked," I said, "Too much has happened today." "You could tell your wife you got lost." "She'll be in bed, probably asleep. I'm shattered. Sorry, Maria." "Then you finger fuck me. It won't take long." That wasn't another lie or excuse. Still standing, I sucked hard on her nipples and thrust two fingers hard in and out the opening of her soaking cunt. Her clit was big. She came fast and furious. "Give me my thong," she said after a short while. It was still in my pocket. Picking up a pen from the hall table she wrote her mobile phone number on it. "I want to fuck you. Ring me. You'll stand me a drink then I'll fix a quiet place." After dipping the thong gusset deep in her dripping juice she folded it neatly and stuffed it in my pocket. "Keep it to remind you. I like what you've got and I want it inside me. Ring me. Promise?" "OK. I promise." I left, elated but confused. A girl I only knew as a friend of Tina had let me watch her piss, sucked me off, let me finger her and wanted to fuck. All within a few hours. I was rock hard all the way home. It was half past midnight when I garaged the car. Brenda was in bed, doubtless fast asleep. She had a habit of taking a pill after a strenuous day, which might seem odd as she would be tired. A busy day meant all kinds of garbage circled around in her mind. Some nights she would take a pill to give her a deep, restful sleep. A bomb wouldn't wake her but she'd be up, raring to go he following day. Brenda had left the hall light on. When I walked in the lounge I was surprised to see Maddy and Tina fast asleep on the sofa. Both had one of those lightweight warm weather nighties that resemble a long tee-shirt. Are they a version of the old night shirts that even men wore many years ago? I don't know. Tina was curled up, laid on her side, head on a cushion. Maddy had her head on Tina's butt, curled likewise. I've smelled Tina's farts many times. I just hope Maddy didn't have to. I stood for several moments. They were well out, alcohol combined with tiredness. Sitting on the armchair I got a perfect view of two naked butts, a small split peach clearly visible where their butt curve gave way to the tops of their legs. Both had a totally smooth split, perhaps the most arousing sight I'd seen for a while. I felt myself fill and swell. I could have stayed here watching but I dare not touch. After, what, 5 minutes sat in awe of the similarity but size-different rear views of the girls I decided I'd perved enough. I went out of the room and re-entered noisily. Of course, both girls now woke. "Hi Daddy," said Tina, trying hard to reawaken as quickly as possible. She came across, jumped up as usual, clung to my neck, my hands supporting her butt ... her bare butt. "Sorry, sweetheart, I didn't realise." I let go. "Hey Daddy, it's cool I'm 18 now. You've given me a wonderful party, spoken to some of my friends, helped Maria when she felt ill and driven some of my friends home." I left my hands where they were, in the exact place I dare not touch only a few minutes before. Tina hugged me tight. "It's OK," she whispered. "Mom's asleep. We wanted to thank you in a special way that you wouldn't forget. It was Maddy's idea." Everything suddenly started to gel. What was pre-arranged and what had happened on the spur of the moment? Were the invited guests asked to wear minimal party clothes? Were boys banned to maximise my eye candy? Did Maria wait till bursting point before she needed to pee? And the lifts home? Was it genuine attention or did they draw lots? Most of all, did Tina know Maria wanted to fuck me? My fingers edged slowly into Tina's secret place. She was wet, very wet. Was she a virgin? I dare not break the seal. I sought my daughter's clit, sought to gently massage that bud of perfect pleasure. Her legs were locked around my waist, her arms clung tightly. We kissed, awkwardly at first but we kissed. Gently, then urgently. Slowly then passionately. In the intimacy of that moment, I'd forgotten Maddy. I looked around to see her watching from the very armchair I'd watched her from, asleep. Now she was wide awake, watching my fingers, watching our kiss, touching herself in the very place I was touching Tina. Her slit, her vagina, her cunt lips were moist. Her fingers moved slowly with practised precision. The clock showed 1 am. Tina released her grip, lowered herself to the floor. Absent-mindedly I put my fingers to my nose. Bad habit but it's one I don't want to kick. She walked the few steps to Maddy, tugged gently at her tee-shirt night wear, upwards and over her head. Maddy got up from her seat, tugged at Tina's nightie in the same way. Both faced me, naked. I'd seen them dressed, side by side, many times. I'd even taken them swimming at the town pool, watched them swimming around in their swimwear. Naked now, there were similarities but differences too. Maddy had a perfect pair of boobs, not too small and not too big, rounded in the usual way. As befitting her age they looked firm without even a hint of sag. Tina's breasts were much smaller, and more cone shaped with a small but plump tongue target in the middle. Both girls took time to shave, but neither was completely smooth. Maddy's auburn hair was reflected in the matching triangle below. Tina, dark brown, had left a very fine strip of hair above her groove, visually making her groove an inch or so longer. Below this both were smooth and when they were laid, curled up, earlier, both had a smooth split peach. They were obviously different heights and weights, but they were girls and the view was good. Neither Maddy nor Tina seemed to mind me taking a long look. Eventually Maddy spoke. "Hey, Mike, it's not fair!" Maddy was probably right. "I've been thinking about you all day and what you look like. Show us." I hesitated too long. "Now come on, Daddy, me too." "You've seen me odd times on the shower," I said. And to be honest, I'd seen Tina too. Such things were perfectly normal and never sexual. "Ah, but, not like ... " My erection was plain. The bulge was great. Two girls undressed me, I had no opt-out. With my underpants finally removed, both girls gasped. I've never ever bragged about my equipment but let's just say it's adequate. Maddy reached out to touch, tracing her fingers softly along my shaft. My cock twitched, anticipating further attention. As it turned out it would have to wait. Tina was more hesitant, and that made me think she had less experience with boys. "We decided on a little present for you. Hope you like it!" Maddy winked and gave a smile. At first it was just a kiss. The girls stood, naked, kissing, lips to lips. Slowly but surely their lips widened until their mouths were opened fully. Maddy, always the leader, started to gently caress Tina's tiny tits. The palms of her hands were sufficient to massage the flattened cones and Maddy rolled her palms in a circle, gently arousing the skin. Tina's kiss became more urgent, pressing her lips harder until their teeth were touching. Then their tongues played games, seeking out, probing, arousing further. Tina Tiny Tits - 18th Birthday Party Maddy now started to gently pull and squeeze Tina's plump nipples. She moved on, tickling the sides of Tina's mini breasts, then her sides, until she reached that very sensitive triangle, using her nails to lightly scratch the skin, before lowering again to breach Tina's pussy groove, pushing the two halves apart to delve into the valley. Finally her fingers reached that wonderful bump that causes much delight. All of a sudden Maddy stopped, allowing the two to swap roles. Tina, more hesitantly, allowed her fingers to rove the same path, finally massaging Maddy's clit. Their kissing was frenetic but, without any warning, the kissing and touching stopped. Both moaned delight but a happy climax was not yet in the equation. Maddy sat down in the armchair, butt forward, legs wide apart. The pale pinkness of her pubis gave way to a deeper pink, pale red of her inner folds. Her clit was engorged, plain to see. But it was soon covered by Tina's mouth, her tongue probing, lapping, encouraging Maddy's clit to submit. By now it was really late. We all knew, and Tina hurried her tongue. Maddy's blissful sighs and wild ripple of orgasmic delight came quickly. Again the two swapped. I saw my daughter's secret inner lips for the first time before they too were covered by Maddy's mouth. Tina was much more responsive. If she finger fucked herself then, I would think she had saved the cum for days if not weeks. The delight on her face and through was plain to see. Then Maddy's stopped. "Uncle Mike, I don't think it should be me to make Tina cum. That job is rightfully yours." I made to kneel and lick my daughters juicy, no very juicy honeypot, because her honey was truly flowing. "No, Mike," said Maddy, as if the whole idea had been masterminded by her. "Tina will show you." I sat on the sofa as Tina sat straddling me, as she had done just a short while before with our clothes separating our privates. This time though there were no clothes. Awkwardly at first, Tina allowed me inside her. It was a brand new position for me, but by careful manoeuvring we hit on the right way to ensure we both benefitted to the maximum. Tina was tight, very tight, but Maddy had ensured that my daughter was well lubricated. Minute by minute went by, our bodies slowly edging the way to blissful release. Maddy was sat in the armchair, fingers busy, fingers moving so fast I thought my own wanking speed was nothing at all. Tina cried out first, a bolt of electric tingles shooting through her. Secondly later my jizz whizzed into Tina's secret cave. Maddy was a close third, letting out a small yelp as her second orgasm raced through her. It had been a long, exhausting but very exhilarating day, for me, for the girls, and in a different way for Brenda. She had indeed taken a pill and was spark out, never moving as I undressed for a second time and rolled into bed. Oh, and the panties in my pocket? The next morning I spent a while in the bathroom inhaling the scent as I wanked away recounting the evening before. And yes, I did phone Maria.