Tom Allison - Wild family

She wanted to do it again, already. As she walked down the deserted suburban avenue, holding her schoolbooks against her ample tits, skipping occasionally through the puddles on the sidewalk, Donna couldn't help thinking of Tom's big cock. The mental image of his huge, stiff, swollen, hard-on made her horny all over again. She could feel the wet heat in her cunt as she walked.

She was going to call him tonight. As soon as she got home, the second she walked through the door. She was going to make a date with him. Donna could hardly wait. They'd spend the whole night fucking!

Then, from behind her, Donna heard a voice: "Hey, sweetheart! Wait up for a second, will you?"

Donna turned. Running after her down the sidewalk the only figure for as far as she could see was a man of about twenty-five. The man was unusually handsome. He was tall and lean and blond, and his face had the strong-jawed, blue-eyed good looks of a professional model.

The young man was smiling broadly. He wore designer jeans and a cardigan sweater, form-fitting and immaculate, as if he'd stepped out of the pages of Gentlemen's Quarterly. But Donna frowned as he approached, and she felt some of the luster leaving her good mood. It was Steve, her boyfriend Tom's older brother. Donna didn't like Steve at all.

"Hey, Donna," Steve said, puffing up alongside her. "How's my big-titted beauty doing today?"

That was the reason she didn't like him. Donna frowned and continued walking, not looking at Steve, remaining silent. Every time she saw him he made some sort of crude remark about her body. Donna didn't need to be reminded that she had unusually large breasts. A hundred bug-eyed glances on the street told her that every day.

"Man, would you look at those knockers jiggle and shake!" Steve exclaimed happily. "Hey, Donna, what's the matter? Aren't you even going to talk to me?"

"What do you want?" Donna demanded sulkily.

"I heard you had yourself one hell of a hot night last night," Steve replied. "I guess my kid brother's favorite virgin isn't a cherry any more."

Donna whirled on her toes and stared at Steve in unconcealed shock. How could he possibly know that? Who could have told him that she'd fucked Tom the night before?

"Who told you that?" she whispered urgently, roughly grabbing Steve's sweater. "Who… you don't mean to say Tommy told you…"

"Sure he did," Steve grinned. "I didn't have to torture him or nothing. As soon as he came in the door last night. He said he sucked your pussy for a while and then you got turned on enough to fuck him. And by the way, he guaranteed that you are an absolutely fantastic piece of ass. I always figured you would be."

Donna felt herself seething with rage and shock. Tom had told!

All at once, Donna knew that she had to get revenge. Any kind of revenge, the sooner the better. And what better way to make Tom mad then to spread her legs for his older brother?

"Steve," she asked quietly. "Would you do me a favor?"

Steve grinned knowingly, as if he anticipated her wishes. "Anything, baby. Anything you want."

"Would you let me give you a… blow job?" she said, blushing in spite of herself as she mouthed the obscenity. "I can't let him get away with this. We can go into the bushes if you want. It'll only take a minute."

Steve smiled and took her hand. Together they walked into the heavy woods bordering the street.

By the time they were ten feet into the woods, Steve's dick was obviously as hard as a rack. Donna could see the stiffness of it sticking out of his pants, even the shape of the fat knob as it pulsed along the inside of his thigh.

He had an extremely large cock, she could tell. For the first time Donna felt herself getting turned on to her boyfriend's crude, oblivious older brother. She could hardly wait to get his meat out in the open and buried in her throat.

"Okay, baby," Steve murmured. He leaned against a tree and unzipped his pants, reaching into the opening for his blood-engorged cock. "Here it comes. Suck away."

When Steve pulled out his dick, Donna couldn't help widening her eyes. He had the most beautiful piece of prime-cut meat she'd ever imagined. A welter of blue veins covered the thick, pink shaft of his hard-on, running up to an enormous knob coated in shiny, purplish skin. Even as she studied his dick, clear cream oozed from its tip. Steve was obviously as horny as she was.

Donna fell to her knees, unmindful of the fact that the wet grass would leave stains on her jeans. All she could think of now was getting Steve's stiff prick between her lips.

"It's so… God, it's magnificent," Donna admitted shamelessly. Shyly, she raised her hand and clasped her fingers around the swollen length of his cock-shaft. Hungrily she began to milk the loose flesh up and down, jerking him off. "Am I… doing this right? I'm not that experienced. I don't care what Tom said."

"Just suck it," Steve commanded. For once the leering smile had left his face, replaced by a grimace of agonized lust. Hurriedly he finished undoing his pants and pulled them down to his ankles, leaving him naked up to his waist, exposing the base of his cock and the hairy sac of his balls.

Donna gasped. Steve's cock was even bigger than she'd thought it was, at least eight inches long. His shaft seemed to grow thicker toward the base, until he reached an almost inhuman diameter at the root. Just looking at his prick made her pussy overflow with her pungent fuck-juices. All at once Donna realized how glad she was that Tom had betrayed their trust.

"Oh, God," she sighed. She lifted her free hand and held Steve's prick in both fists, like a baseball bat, feverishly jerking his meat up and down. "I want it… it's so big and hard."

"Suck it," Steve gasped. He thrust his hands behind her head, pulling her mouth onto the cum-oozing knob of his hard-on. "Please, baby, I want it too, give me a blow job."

Opening her mouth wide, Donna took the first several inches of Steve's prick between her moistened lips. As she tasted his cockhead against her tongue she knew instantly that his dick was every bit as delicious as it looked.

Donna began sucking as hard as she could. Her cheeks puckered inward around his rhythmically throbbing cock, increasing the suction in her throat. Her tongue rolled skillfully across the sensitive flesh of his knob. Donna licked and kissed and sucked. Wet, gurgling sounds burned out of her throat as she gave her boyfriend's brother the best blow job she knew how to give.

"Uummm, fuck," Steve groaned. He pulled Donna's hair and helplessly rocked his ass against the tree trunk, fucking his aching hard on down Donna's throat. "Harder, baby, oh yes, jerk me off!"

Donna returned her hand to the pulsing length of his cock-shaft. She stroked it hard and fast, milking more and more of his prick into her wetly clasping lips. Her free hand toyed with the orbs of his bloated nuts, loosening the load of cum that clogged his balls.

"Take off the sweater. Take it off," Steve begged hoarsely. "I want to see your tits."

Donna reluctantly withdrew her mouth from Steve's twitching cock, just long enough to rip off her sweater and bra. Her enormous, firm, ripe-nippled tits jiggled salaciously on her small ribcage, the nipples as stiff as little pebbles, begging to be sucked.

"Ahhhh," Steve sighed. As Donna returned her clinging lips to his dick he reached down and hungrily pawed her breasts, rolling the white flesh of her tits in his palms as she sucked him off. "You've got such fantastic knockers! Christ, your jugs are beautiful. Oh, Goddamn, I know I'm gonna cum…"

"Unkkkkk," Donna mewed. Steve's animalistic fondling of her tits made her even hornier than before. She could feel the heat spreading through her pussy, moistening the curly hairs surrounding her cunt with her flowing fuck-juices.