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.