"Daddy, daddy, look at our titties!" nineteen-year-old Heather said cheerfully as she raised her T-shirt up to her neck. She wiggled her body making her breasts shake before her college friend Lisa grabbed them and thrust her head between them.
Heather threw her head back and laughed, her blonde pigtails bouncing. Lisa was biting into her friend's nipples loudly, her jet-black hair glistening behind her bare shoulders.
Sitting on a sofa with an erection, Heather's stepfather Caledon craned his neck to see more of these two topless college girls dancing and touching each other.
"She likes my boobies, daddy," Heather giggled.
Heather was wearing her denim shorts and tennis shoes. Her black shirt was now over her head and sailing through the air towards Caledon. Her friend Lisa was wearing a blue, plaid miniskirt with lacy frills around the hem and black knee-high socks. She had been wearing a tank top, but she chucked that ten minutes ago. All that was left was the porcelain white skin of her small breasts that Caledon was straining to see.
He leaned back and sighed when Lisa stood up straight to kiss his stepdaughter on the lips. Two pairs of tits were grinding against each other.
"Wow," he muttered as his favorite porno subgenreโinterracial lesbianโplayed out in front of him. "Wow, wow, wow."
"Look, daddy," Lisa said. She glanced at Heather. "Can I call him 'daddy,' too?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Look at us kiss, daddy," she said. And she slithered her tongue into Heather's mouth. They wrapped their arms around each other, their chests smooshed together, and they moaned loudly and exaggeratedly as they French-kissed.
Lisa's hands slid all over Heather's body before converging on the buttons of Heather's shorts.
"Oh, fuck," Caledon groaned as he caught a flash of Heather's pink undies before Lisa turned her around.
Lisa kissed her friend's neck, her shoulder blades, her breasts again, her navel, and then chewed on Heather's undies with her teeth.
Caledon leaned back, ready to undo his own pants and jerk himself off.
But he was in a stranger's house. He had driven here to pick up Heather. Lisa then invited him in for mid-afternoon Malibu rum cocktails she was having with Heather. It was an excuse to get him up here. Lisa had been wanting to meet Caledon for a while and the girls finally made it happen.
A drink became two.
Two drinks became truth-or-dare.
And that silly game became two topless girls making out in front of him.
"Come here," Lisa said to Heather.
"Oh, shit," Caledon said as the topless teens began rushing towards him.
Heather threw herself on the sofa next to him. Lisa stood in front of him. She sat on his lap.
"Did you like the show, Cal?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah," he said, wrapping an arm around the girl. She brought her face close to hisโher small mouth playful and her Chinese eyes fluttering.
"Can I kiss him?" she asked Heather.
"Hey, I'm right here," he said with a grin. "You can ask me."
"Don't ask him, just do it," Heather said.
Lisa laughed and turned her face to kiss Caledon.
"Mm," he said as her lips touched his.
Her fingers were stroking his chest. Then she felt up his arms. "Ooh, he's so muscley," she said to Heather. She slid her hands back up to his face and turned it to her to kiss him some more, this time with tongue and a louder moan. She reached down between his legs and squeezed the rock-hard bulge that was poking hard against his pants. "Oh, my fucking God," she said. She smiled at him before kissing him again.
"You like that, daddy?" Heather asked.
"Oh, yeah, bumpkin," he said.
"Pumpkin?" Lisa asked confused.
He shrugged. "Nickname."
He was staring at her skirt and her bare knees tucked between his legs, bumping against his erection.
"Touch her, daddy," his stepdaughter said.
He inhaled. Then he brought his hands to her knees.
Lisa shifted and said, "Mm."
He slid his hand under her skirt up her thighs.
"Ooh," Lisa squeaked.
He brought his hand back out to play with her hair that was covering her chest. Lisa pushed the hair back over her shoulders. Her little chest was bare and leaning against his, her tiny white breasts waiting for his big hands. He grabbed one and squeezed.
"Aww," Lisa said, staring at his grip.
When he pinched her nipple, she twitched.
He slid his hand back down, over her skirt, and pressed his hand between her legs. She grabbed his wrist and gasped. He pressed harder. She panted.
"Can we, unh, can we take him upstairs?" Lisa asked Heather.
"Yeah," Heather said.
"Can we, ooh, ooh, take him and, and fuck the shit out him?"
Heather laughed. "Hell, yeah."
"Now you're sure we're alone..." Caledon began.
"Daddy, stop," Heather said. "We're all good." She leaned into him and kissed his face. "He always gets nervous," she said to Lisa.
"No, I don't," he said. Heather began kissing him on the lips.
"Just relax, daddy," she said.