Tom Allison - Daughter puts out

William shook his head and looked at her helplessly. "Please, Tammy, don't do this to me now. I'll be late for work."

"Can't go off to work yet, Daddy," Tammy said, and slid to her knees on the kitchen floor. "Not with a big hard-on like this stretching your pants. You'll make a mess in the car!"

Her father stood over her in horny frustration, knowing that a blowjob would make him late but too aroused to stop her. Tammy unzipped his pants and tugged them down his thighs, releasing his stiff prick from confinement. Her eyes widened as she saw how big her father's cock was. Daddy always was horny in the morning.

"Please, honey. I can't be late. I'll lose my job."

Ignoring his protests, Tammy opened her mouth wide and took the mushroom-shaped knob of her father's prick between her lips. She clamped her lips tightly around the cockshaft, gurgling as she struggled to accommodate all of his prick meat.

Then she feverishly started sucking his cock, rolling her tongue around the delicious, cum oozing knob, caving in her cheeks to increase the pressure around her father's wonderful cock.

Tammy was in a teasing mood this morning, as she was nearly every day. For a full minute, she sucked her father's cock as hard as she could, wrapping her little hand tightly around the prickshaft and beating him off violently as her tongue swirled on his piss slit.

Soon her father was groaning and rocking his ass, fucking her face with his gigantic prick. Then, just as he was about to unload, Tammy withdrew his cock from her mouth and giggled as she watched the pre-cum ooze from the tip of his cock.

"Still want me to stop, Daddy? Remember, you don't want to be late for work!"

Her father looked down at her miserably. Tammy laughed again and pushed her fist to the root of his cock. Then she took it back between her lips and sucked harder than ever, feeling her pussy burn as she awaited the hot spurts of her daddy's cum.

"Ungh!" William pulled her long, thick hair and bucked faster; his balls slapped the underside of her chin. "Oh, Tammy! Oh, fuck it, little girl! Here it cums!"

He heaved forward, fucking his cock almost two-thirds down her throat. Tammy nearly choked around the unexpected thickness of his prick, but she made herself keep on sucking furiously. Her tongue slid over and around his cock, feeling it throb hotly, waiting for the rich, gooey jism.

Then he spurted, shooting what felt like whole pints of cum down his daughter's throat. Tammy moaned in ecstasy as she tasted the thick, salty cum sliding over her tongue. She jacked and sucked her father's cumming prick as hard as she could, draining his balls completely of their milky load.

Fifteen minutes later she was walking happily to school, down a street lined with small houses and other condominium developments.

She felt the weight of her big, spongy tits jiggling under the tube top, and smiled when male drivers passing her slowed down or honked their horns or had to swerve violently to avoid crashing into another car.

She slid her tongue around her lips, lapping up the residue of her father's cum. Sucking his prick had made Tammy's pussy burn painfully beneath her shorts. She hoped she turned on lots of boys at school that day, as she was sure she would.

Tammy was extremely, painfully horny by her last class.

The girls at her new school were much more conservative than they'd been at Roosevelt; all the boys acted as if they'd never seen a girl without a bra before. Tammy had lost count of the number of guys who had hooted at her, or made obscene gestures, or the even larger number, who had remained bashfully silent while enormous cocks had swelled obscenely in their jeans.

At lunchtime she had passed a roughlooking bunch of boys around a row of hot cars in the parking lot, sand she'd had to run when two of them had started following her.

The other girls in the high school looked at her jealously all the time. The teachers were just as bad. They weren't supposed to get horny for high school girls young enough to be their children, but it was hard for them to resist staring at her big tits through her skimpy top.

And Mr. Jennings, the teacher of her last period class, was the worst of all.

Tammy sat primly in the front row, realizing that she was the center of the poor man's attention. He was a tall, rugged-looking history instructor in his early forties, who was apparently quite popular with the other students.

But he was obviously totally flustered by the mouth-watering lushness of Tammy's body. He kept on staring at her as he lectured, frequently forgetting what he was saying in mid-sentence… making a fool of himself, Tammy realized, and all because he was hot for her gorgeous body.

His desire for her pussy made her incredibly hot. Tammy had to stop herself from wiggling her ass on the hard wooden chair, even though a burning wetness soaked the hairy lips of her cunt.

When the last bell rang and the class let out, Tammy was overjoyed when the teacher called her name and asked her to stay on a little longer.

"Did I forget to give you my registration or something, Mr. Jennings?" she asked, standing beside his desk and looking at him innocently.

Jennings waited until the last student had shut the door behind him. Then he sat back in his chair, mopped his forehead with a handkerchief and looked at Tammy nervously. He was trying to keep his eyes on her face, but he was obviously having trouble. Tammy wanted to smile as she watched his eyes persistently glancing downwards to the mouth-watering shelf of her big tits.

"No, nothing like that," he sighed. "Sit down again, Tammy, please. There's something special I have to talk to you about."

Obediently, Tammy returned to her desk. The teacher rose from his chair and approached her slowly, looking more nervous than ever. Tammy was delighted to see a large cock-bulge growing in his pants.

"Tammy, I'm not sure how to begin this." Jennings paused. "The high school you just left… did they have a dress code there?"

Something mischievous gleamed in Tammy's eyes, even as she innocently shook her head. "I don't think so, Mr. Jennings. Why?"

"Well, we really don't have a formal one here either. Times have changed quite a bit since I first started teaching. Nonetheless, Tammy, if you don't mind, I would like to ask you a little favor."

"What's that, sir?"

"Would you mind wearing clothes that are… a little less revealing… in the future?" Tammy looked down at herself in mock dismay. "What's wrong with what I've got on?"

Jennings seemed increasingly, flustered as the conversation continued. "Well, it's provocative, Tammy. Teenage boys are very easily excited, you know, and same of them were obviously having difficulty concentrating on my lesson today."

"But lots of girls wear cut-offs and tube tops!" Tammy protested. "I saw girls dressed like that all over school!"

"I realize that, Tammy, but the other girls aren't nearly as… well-developed as you are. Every silver lining has its cloud, in a sense. It's just a lot easier for a young lady with your unusual physical, attributes to entice males than it would be for other girls. Perhaps if you wore a bra things might be different. That would be good for a start."

There was a long pause. Tammy's cunt throbbed wetly as she stared steadily at the cock-bulge in her teacher's pants, which was now so big and stiff that it looked like his prick might explode through his slacks.

"Mr. Jennings," she said softly, "I don't think its the other boys you're concerned about at all. I think you're just too scared to say how much you want to fuck me."

Jennings blushed fiercely. "Why, T-Tammy!" he sputtered. "What a thing to say to me! You must know that's not true at all."

"Not true, huh?" Tammy's ripe lips, broke into a lascivious smile as she shamelessly lifted her hand to squeeze the rock-hard prick pulsing in his slacks. "Then how come your cock is so hard, Mr. Jennings? Hmm?"