I was dozing off on the couch Sunday morning, the television quietly displaying an infomercial. The sudden presence of another person in the living room woke me up and I looked over at my daughter. Christy was fifteen and beautiful, walking toward me with long smooth legs. She was wearing her sleep clothes, a pair of pink cotton panties and a t-shirt that once had been able to cover those panties, but since she developed breasts it had slowly inched its way up her thighs so that it now left her belly button showing. I immediately grew hard under my robe.

Christy climbed onto the couch with me and draped herself over my lap, resting her head on her folded arms. I stroked her luscious blonde hair and her cheek. She opened her blue eyes and turned over onto her back, resting her head dangerously close to my throbbing erection.

“I think they’re bigger this morning, Daddy,” she suddenly exclaimed, sitting up and hopping onto my lap, her ass rubbing my prick as she slid herself into a comfortable position. She pulled her t-shirt up over her head and tossed it on the floor.

I looked at my daughter’s perfect pert tits. Of course, it had only been a few days since the last time I had examined them, so I knew that there would be no visible change, but I eagerly cupped her mounds in my hands, bent my head down to peer at them.

“You might be right,” I said, gently sucking on a nipple. She hugged my head hard, holding me against her breasts.

She moaned. “I’m so horny today, Daddy. Can’t we go somewhere together?”

I had switched over to her other breast, sucking its nipple while I palmed the other. “Like where?”

“I don’t care. Anywhere. I want some cum. A lot of cum.”

“How much?”

“A lot, Daddy,” she groaned. “I want to bathe in it.”

I gently moved her off my lap and onto the floor. She knelt between my legs. I opened my robe, releasing my cock. She wrapped one hand around it, her fingers barely touching her thumb.

“I’ll tell you what,” I said between deep breaths, “if you can make me cum before your mom gets home from church, I’ll try to give you a cumbath this evening.”

She needed no other convincing. She expertly took me into her mouth, noisily sucking and slurping my hard shaft, her tongue wagging over my cockhead, my balls, and the purple veins in my cock. She drooled over my tool, jerked me off messily. Finally I came, shooting load after creamy white load into her mouth, onto her tongue and teeth, over her lips and chin. She swallowed, licked herself clean, swallowed, licked me clean, and swallowed some more.

“Alright, baby,” I said, taking her back into my arms and on my lap. “I’ll give you a cumbath tonight. Rest that mouth of yours, you’re gonna have to do a whole lot of sucking.”

She grinned, rubbed her panty-covered ass over my semi-stiff dick. Then she got up, put on her t-shirt, and went to her room. I spent most of the rest of the day making phone calls.

I explained to my wife that I thought Christy and I needed to spend some quality time together. I told her we’d be going out to dinner and to a movie. We might stop to have dessert after the movie, so she shouldn’t expect us home early. My wife, ever-trusting and naïve, thought it sounded like a grand idea.

I drove Christy to a nice motel. I didn’t want a hotel, as the room would be busy and I wanted us to be undisturbed by bellhops, room service, and the like. However, finding a motel that actually had baths was tricky. They almost all had only showers. One, however, had an equivalent of a Honeymoon Suite, which included a nice sized bathtub and free bubble bath to go with it.

Christy loved the room and immediately looked at the bathtub. She came out with a look of concern on her face. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get that tub full by myself.”

“I have enough donors for you, baby. I’m sure.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure to get lockjaw or something.”

I looked thoughtfully at the tub for a moment.

“I could call some friends. If that would be okay with you,” she suggested.

“This is your day, Christy. If you want some friends to help you, by all means, have them come over.”

Christy went to the phone and placed some calls. “They’ll be over within the half hour.”

“Okay. My guests aren’t scheduled to start arriving until forty-five minutes from now anyway. I wanted some time alone with you again first.”

Christy grinned seductively, pressed her back into me, “Oh yeah?”

I reached around her and unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it off roughly. I tore her bra between the cups, removing that as well. She walked toward the bed and I pushed her face down onto it. She lay still for me as I stripped, then lifted her hips so I could pull her shorts and panties off. She had a great ass, round and clean and tight. I squeezed her ass, a cheek in each hand, then grabbed a bottle of lubricant I had kept in my shirt pocket. I lubed up my first finger and gently rubbed her asshole, then poured some lube into it.

She shivered and gasped as the cold gel touched her deep inside. “What are you doing?”

“I want to fuck your ass, Christy.”

“I don’t know,” she made to stand up, but I pushed her back down, grabbed a pillow to stick under stomach, another for her to bite down on.

“I do know, Christy. I want to fuck your ass.”

I probed her gently with my finger. She cried out, bit down on the pillow, and trembled as I went down to the second knuckle. She was tight as hell, and I was throbbing to get inside her. I pulled out, then pushed in some more, turned my finger around, all the while she groaned and gasped into the pillow. I looked between her legs - she was dripping wet all over the pillow and sheets. I had made her cum.

I knelt behind her, bending down to position my cock at her shaved cunt, dipped the head into her tight pussy, and thrust inside her, filling her, making her cry out in surprise. I fucked her fast and hard, all the while working her ass with my finger, deeper, harder. She came three times, squirting her cum around my cock. I had gradually moved on to my middle finger, filling her ass up with the thicker meat of my hand. I squeezed one cheek hard and held it as I fucked her cunt and her ass. She came another time.

All the while she had been scratching and clawing at the pillow and sheets, but now I grabbed her hands and pulled them back, digging her head further into her pillow. I placed her hands on her ass and told her to stretch her cheeks apart for me. She obeyed, holding her tiny asshole as open as she could.

I pulled out of her cunt, keeping my middle finger in her ass, and positioned my cock right at the entrance to her forbidden hole. My cock was slick with her juices, and as I moved my finger out I instantly replaced it with the very tip of my cockhead, blocking her sphincter before it could tighten up.

I pressed down, aware of a pain in my prick as I tried to squeeze it too hard. I poured some more lube under the tip of the head, slicking up the asshole enough to get my mushroom cap popped in. She was kicking the bed and sobbing into her pillow. I stroked her back, shushed her, and helped her hold her ass wider. I pushed down, sinking slowly, inch by inch, into her ass. Finally I was half way inside her, as far as I believed I could go with her. I began making slow and shallow strokes, gently fucking her sore ass.

Soon it became easier to fuck her as her ass grew accustomed to my presence. I found myself penetrating her deeper, harder, and faster until I felt my balls slapping her cheeks and then my hips bouncing on the small round globes of her ass. I reached around her and cupped her tits in my hands and fucked her furiously hard, kissing the back of her neck where her blonde hair had fallen away, dark and sweaty, to the side. She had stopped crying, and was now only groaning in the hazy mist between pleasure and pain.

I moved all her hair to one side, baring her ear and her cheek. I kissed them, then grunted in her ear. “You’ve got a tight asshole, baby. Daddy loves your ass.”

“Uhn ... uhn ... UHN...” she could one groan at first as my cock brought her intense sensations. “I love you Daddy,” she panted at last. “I love you in my ass. You’re so big in my tight ass.”

I couldn’t take much more. I fucked her hard, then whispered: “Are you ready for your first load of cum tonight?”

“Uhm-hmn,” she bit her lip and nodded.

I pulled out, a slight popping noise reverberating as I cleared her. She turned around onto her back and I rushed to stradle her chest. She lay back with her mouth open and her tongue out, panting. I let loose my load, dropping cum onto her tongue, lips, teeth, and face. Her forehead, cheeks, and hair were all splashed with my seed. Normally she would have swallowed my loads down, but now she just closed her mouth and let the bit on her tongue bubble out from between her lips, boil over onto her chin and neck. I kept dripping and shaking my cock so as to get as much of my load as possible all over her face.

There was a knock on the door and I hit the bed with my whole body, exhausted. “Christy?” a young voice from the other side called out.

I rolled off the bed and opened the door, standing behind it so the girls could come in without showing the outside world my nudity. I shut the door behind them and they spun to look at me, blushing and giggling. There were two of them, two brunettes. They appeared to be about my daughter’s age.

One of them looked at Christy and grinned. “Jeez, Christy, you didn’t tell us you were going to be starting without us.”

Christy shrugged.

The other girl said, “I thought you said something about a bath.”

Christy climbed off the bed, my seed still dripping down her face, and led them to the spacious bathroom. “Wow.” I heard someone say from inside.

I looked at the clock. “You girls better get ready. The first wave should get here any minute now.”

I saw clothing getting tossed out of the bathroom, and in a few moments Christy called out: “We’re ready, Daddy!”

I entered the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe so I could listen for a knock at the front door. I had found my robe and put it on, and now I watched the naked girls in the bathtub with a lascivious grin. My cock had once again sprung to life and was peeking out from under the folds of my robe.

“Who are your friends?”

Christy sat between the two girls in the empty bathtub. To her left was Jennifer, a sixteen-year-old girl with perfect tits I feared Christy might never get. They were the size and firmness of softballs, and were placed close enough together — and had enough lift — that they provided her with great cleavage and tit-fuck space even when she was not wearing a bra. The girl to Christy’s right had a chest just about as large as Christy’s — half-grapefruits, I’d say. Her name was Brianna. After Christy made introduction, Brianna put her arms around Christy, cupping my daughter’s tits, and slowly, sensuously, began licking the lines of cum crawling toward her chest and neck. Christy kissed Brianna on the lips, the two sharing tongues for a bit, then broke apart, a string of semen bridging their lips and tongues together.

My eyes were torn between the pretty cumplay and Jennifer’s great tits. As Christy warned Brianna not to swallow any cum yet, so as not to diminish the bath, Jennifer turned her sexy green eyes toward me and smiled.