Tom Allison: The family_s four-way suck

"One: empty liquor bottles littered on the front seat of the car. Two: three half-naked girls in the back seat."

Steve Madison held up his hand and counted out the offenses on his fingers, while his teenaged daughter looked up at him sullenly.

"Three: one of the girls was in the act of… the act of sodomy when the squad car rolls into the drive-in. And four: all three boys and all three girls – including you, especially you – are sassy and uncooperative to the officers who brought you home, even though it's an absolute wonder that they didn't arrest you!"

His eyes smoldering, Steve folded his arms across his chest and looked furiously down at his daughter. He was in his early forties and there was some grey in his temples, but he still had the overall rugged appearance of the football star he'd been in college, and he was still capable of plenty of anger. He was particularly angry now. It was almost two in the morning, and Steve had barely had time to dress when the police had called him to come in and identify his daughter. Tammy had been picked up for being "drunk and disorderly", as the police put it, at a drive-in. And it wasn't the first time she'd been in trouble.

"Now, all I want to know is what in God's name you have to say for yourself," Steve concluded furiously. "I am at my absolute limit with you. For the past two years you have ignored my authority as a parent, you have gone running off with any boy who wanted to date you, you have come home so drunk that you could hardly walk. And now this! Tammy, what possible explanation can you give me for tonight's behavior?"

"I can give you a real good explanation, Daddy," Tammy said evenly. "I like to fuck!"

"You like to… you like to what?" Steve sputtered, reddening brightly.

Tammy brushed the straight brown hair out of her wide blue eyes and looked at her father defiantly. She was still drunk enough to be careless, and she didn't like being ordered around.

"You heard me. I like to fuck! That's the only reason I went out with them! I don't give a shit about the drinking! I like to get my pussy fucked!"

"What?" Steve was practically shrieking now, and his fists were clenched tightly at his sides. "You shut your filthy mouth! You, you…"

"Slut? Is that what you want to call me, Daddy?"

Shamelessly Tammy ran her hands up her sleek thighs and lithe hips, making her father look at the lush curves that were so mouthwateringly developed for a girl who stood only five-feet-three.

"Well, what's so bad about that? Shit, I know why guys like to go out with me!"

Tammy arched her back as she lay on the bed, then wantonly caressed her big tits through the blouse. Steve gasped as he watched. Tammy's tits were obscenely oversized for her girlish frame, two firm D-cup melons that jiggled provocatively in the most restrictive of brassieres and had earned her the name of "Big Tits Tammy". But the first thing she'd done at the drive-in was to let a boy take her bra off, and she knew that her father was now staring at her huge, fat nipples through her top.

"They like my big tits, Daddy! Lots of girls would do the shit I do if they had big tits like mine! Guys like to suck on them and I like to get 'em sucked – at least before they put their big, fat hard-ons in my horny pussy!"

"You shut up!" By now Steve was trembling with rage. He glanced nervously at the bedroom door, as if afraid that Tammy's big brother Johnny or her mother Lana might overhear. "You shut your filthy mouth this instant!"

"And I've got a real tight, juicy pussy too, Daddy!" Tammy continued brazenly. Licking her lips, she pulled aside the crotch of her shorts, displaying a thick mass of darkbrown cunt hair. She started to hump her full, round ass suggestively off the bed. "I'll bet you'd like to fuck a tight, juicy cunt like mine! Wouldn't you?"

"I told you to shut up!"

Tammy gasped as her father leaned forward, slapping her sharply across the cheek. Immediately Steve was sorry, and his expression changed as he stepped back from the bed. It was one of the few times he'd ever hit her, but he was still very, very mad.

"Now, I don't want to hear one more word out of you," Steve said, fighting to control his voice. "From this moment onward, you can consider yourself grounded. Indefinitely grounded to his house, except for school." Tammy shrugged. Her father had grounded her lots of times.

"This time I mean it, young lady! I am going to instruct your mother, your uncle and your cousin, Bridget, to keep a close watch on you. If you so much as step out of this house without permission, you can say bye-bye to that car I promised you for your birthday."

"No, Daddy!" Tammy immediately sat up! Her father had never threatened to take her car away before. "Aw, Daddy, you promised me that car! You can't…"

"I said shut up!" Steve interrupted harshly. "My word is final! I have had it up to here with you, Tammy! God only knows why you couldn't be a decent, obedient girl like…"

"Like my cousin, Bridget," Tammy interrupted, in a sing-song voice.

"Yes, like your cousin, Bridget!" Steve roared. He stepped out of the room, pointing an accusing finger at his daughter. "Now remember what I said! You are grounded!" Then he left, slamming the door behind him.

Tammy groaned and swore obscenities at her father under her breath. Then she absentmindedly started to rub her hot pussy through her shorts. She was in a particularly bad mood now, and it wasn't just because she'd been grounded. Tammy hated being reminded of her cousin. Bridget was just her age, though she looked younger, a slim girl with long, blonde hair and an innocent face. She and Tammy's Uncle Cal, Steve's brother, had moved in with them when Cal's company had relocated to their area.

Cal and Bridget lived in the two-room cottage on the Madison property behind the main house. Sometimes they ate dinner with Steve, Lana, Johnny and Tammy, and sometimes they fixed dinner for themselves on the cottage's hot plates. Tammy knew that Bridget was all right, but she seemed like such a fucking goody-goody. She never got in trouble. Tammy wondered what Bridget did when she got horny, if she ever got horny at all.

Tammy knew how often her own pussy got horny – it was horny right now!

Wincing, the big-titted teenager hurriedly stripped off her shorts, baring her very hairy, very tight cunt. A quick dip of her fingers into the pouting pink slit confirmed her suspicions – it was literally dripping with cream. She was dying to get fucked. Goddamn the fucking cops, Tammy thought miserably. If they'd just come twenty minutes later George would have had the chance to give her the fucking she needed. As it was, all she'd had a chance to do was suck his prick, and that wasn't enough, not nearly enough.

Tammy considered the grounding and considered how long it would be before her next fuck. Then she started to finger-fuck herself, splaying her shapely thighs wide as she rubbed her clit. Goddamn it! She knew she couldn't take a chance on the car! Her father might keep her inside for months! What was she going to do? Of course, she could always fuck him! Tammy giggled and finger-fucked herself faster, using her left hand to pump two fingers into her clinging pussy as her right thumb pleasured her clit. There was no shame in the thought of fucking her father. Tammy had known she wanted to make it with him for years, ever since she'd seen that big prick he had one day when he came out of the shower.

He had a hard-on tonight, Tammy thought, or at least a partial hard-on. The wanton brunette moaned as she remembered the way her father had looked at her stacked figure, the bulging of his cock obvious through his slacks. She got closer and closer to cumming as she imagined her daddy's long, meaty cock spearing wetly into her horny cunt…