Tom Allison - Wild family

It took Tom a minute to get his swollen prick all the way inside her. Donna's virgin cunt was so tight that it seemed to be sucking the stiffness right out of his dick. He felt like he'd jammed his cock into a milking machine.

More than half of his prick was inside her now, pulsating rhythmically in the clasping fissure of her pussy. Tom sighed heavily and let his weight collapse between Donna's thighs, moaning as he rammed his dick balls deep into her cunt.

A flash of pain seared through Donna's loins as she felt her cunt-tunnel packed with the hugeness of Tom's cock. But the pain faded quickly, displaced by the most intense, irresistible pleasure she'd ever known. With every beat of her heart her cunt muscles tugged and sucked wetly around the swollen flesh of his dick, milking its satisfying stiffness deep into her cunt.

"Ungggghhh," Donna gurgled. The rhythm of her humping ass became more demanding, and she pumped her pussy up onto Tom's cock, encouraging him to start fucking her. "It's good, Tommy," she whispered thickly. "It doesn't hurt! Oh, yes, it feels so good! Fuck me now, fuck my pussy!"

Tom pulled his hips back, withdrawing his juice-coated prick until only the bloated knob parted her cuntlips. With one thrust he rammed it all the way back in again. Then he started fucking her, fast and smoothly, moaning every time he sank his throbbing hard-on into the clasping sheath of her fuck-hole.

"Unh, unh, harder, Tommy! Unh, unh, fuck me haaard!" Donna squealed. She flung her slender legs up and wrapped them around his heaving back, simultaneously pumping her firm little ass for all she was worth. "Give it to me now! Ohhhh I'm so horny! I love this, Tommy, I love your cock!"

Sighing, Tom let his head drop onto the large jiggling globes of Donna's tits. Her big pink nipples were stiff with her desire, begging to be sucked.

"Oh, Jesus," Tom moaned. He wrapped his lips around one nipple and tugged it deeply into his mouth, making the creamy flesh of her tit jiggle and stretch around the corners of his lips. Then he started sucking very hard on her jugs. It excited him. The stabbing thrusts of his hips became more frantic, feverishly ramming his stiff dick through the burning wetness of her pussy.

"It's happening again, Tommy!" Donna whimpered excitedly. Again the spasms of cumming built inside her pussy, forcing her cunt muscles to grip more tightly around Tom's cock. "Oh, yesss, I can feel it! Fuck me harder, fuck me as hard as you can!"

"Unh, shit," Tom groaned. "I'm cumming too." His balls felt as heavy as lead, churning with jism as they slapped against the cheeks of Donna's ass. They were fucking so hard that the station wagon bounced violently.

"There it is!" Tom gasped. "I'm popping my rocks!" He stabbed his twitching prick all the way into Donna's gaping pussy, wincing as the jism began to spurt from the slit in his knob. "Cumming, Donna… ahhhh."

A burst of white-hot cream squirted from the angry red head of Tom's dick, spurting deeply into Donna's cunt. It was followed by gusher after gusher of his burning cum.

Tom panted and worked his spurting meat feverishly through the grip of Donna's cunt. His load filled her pussy completely. He lowered his head and watched in childish fascination as his cum dripped out of the hairy mouth of her pink cunt, running onto the cushion and the station wagon bed.

"I'm cumming too, Tommy, fuck mew!" Donna shrieked. The spasms exploded deep inside her cunt, making her teenage body shudder and twitch as if she were having a fit. "Fuck me hard, I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!"

Five minutes later, Donna giggled and said, "Let's do it again."

The two teenage lovers still lay naked in the back of the station wagon, entwined under an old Army blanket Tom had dug out of a storage compartment. Moonlight filtered through the steam on the windows. They could bear the heavy sequoia boughs swaying far overhead. Donna couldn't keep her hands from playing with Tom's big softened prick.

Tom looked at her questioningly. "It's getting kind of late, honey. Isn't your uncle expecting you?"

Donna squeezed his dick and smiled. "I don't care. I'll make up an excuse. I just want you to fuck me again."

"Okay," Tom muttered, and rose groggily. "Let me just go outside for a second. Take a leak."

Still naked, Tom left the station wagon and wandered into the bushes. Donna watched as his ghost-like silhouette disappeared into the trees. Then she lay with her legs spread and shamelessly fingered her pussy, ignoring the virgin blood that had seeped onto the cushion, thinking of how good it would feel to have Tom's prick stiff again and thrusting inside her cunt.

Her morality was a thing of the past now, she reflected guiltily. She'd never knew that fucking could feel this good, or that she could get so turned on by the sight of a man's hard, throbbing cock. And the way it felt when his cum pumped into her, she thought. She sighed, and rubbed her cunt a little harder.

The door of the station wagon opened and closed. A figure crawled into the back to join Donna. Whoever it was out weighed Tom by seventy pounds.

Stan the Man liked hanging out at Lovers' Lane. A guy never knew what he was going to see there. Stan made a point of going there as much as he could.

Stan's real last name was Maynan. The reason everybody called him the Man was that once, during the Korean War, he'd sweet talked a Korean girl into returning with him to the barracks. She'd been some sort of an heiress, nothing like the various sluts and whores the troops usually got stuck with.

Together with his friends, Stan had gang-banged the chick until her belly was covered with cum and she passed out from, too much fucking. They'd slapped him on the back and called him the Man ever since.

Now Stan was going on fifty, and he was a janitor, fat and kind of ugly, and he was the first to admit he wasn't much of anything. But Stan still enjoyed Lovers' Lane. He went there every evening to hide in the bushes and peer in car windows and generally see what was going on. Every year the sights got better. These days it was hard to believe how early teenage girls began fucking.

But never had he seen anything like Donna. Not in nearly twenty years of being a peeping Tom. Through the lacquered, sweater-clad girls of the Frankie Avalon era; to the hippie chicks of the late sixties; to the disco girls who pulled down their stretch pants just long enough for a fast hump… Nothing like Donna, not with such long black hair and enormous tits, nothing with a beautiful, angelic face like this.

As Tom's station wagon had pulled under the trees, Stan had been beating his meat in the bushes. Sneaking up on the car and peeping through the steamed windows, he'd known – instantly – that he somehow had to have Donna for himself. As soon as Tom had left the car he'd hit him over the head with a rock and climbed aboard.

And now Donna was about to be raped.

"Who are you?" she asked breathlessly, squinting in childlike bewilderment at the shadowy figure crawling into the back of the station wagon. "Where's Tommy? What are you doing here?"

"Your boyfriend's asleep for a little while," Stan croaked hoarsely. He joined Donna in the bed of the wagon and began to struggle with his sweat-caked clothes. "My name's Stan. I'm going to fuck you."

"What are you… Godddd," Donna squealed. Gradually she began to understand what was going to happen, and made a feeble effort to cover her nakedness with her hands. "You can't do that! What did you do to Tommy! Leave me alone!"

Stan chuckled. Quickly he pulled off his slacks and cum-stained underwear, leaving himself naked except for his shoes and shirt.

Even in the darkness, Donna could see the size and hardness of his prick. It was a big, stiff one, a much larger cock than her boyfriend had. The shaft of Stan's dick was incredibly thick, as if it would have been more at home on a horse than a man. Donna couldn't imagine such an enormous hard-on fitting into her teenage cunt.