Tom Allison

Wild family

CHAPTER ONE

Donna Morrow was a petite teenager, but her huge tits made her one of the best-built girls in her suburban high school. Even though her tits were big, they were perfectly firm, with fat, dark-pink nipples that seemed to beg for a good sucking. Donna didn't really need a bra, but she always wore one. She knew it would embarrass her to have all the boys staring at her huge, jiggling tits if she went braless.

Donna had a small waist, a delicate bone structure, gorgeous legs and a small, tight ass. In tight pants her ass attracted nearly as much attention as her big tits. Boys would stop to stare at her asscheeks jiggling up and down as she walked away, sighing under their breath, rubbing the aching bulges their stiff cocks made in their pants.

And, lastly, Donna had a simply beautiful face. She looked like a young Elizabeth Taylor, her teachers said, like a movie starlet just coming into full blossom. Her thick, black hair flowed to the small of her back; the tresses danced as she walked. When she became a senior next year her election as homecoming queen was beyond question. Donna was an exceptionally pretty girl.

Unfortunately, Donna's beauty was appreciated by the males of suburbia in a way she had never intended. All of them wanted to fuck her. Men of all ages were constantly propositioning her in the supermarket, on her way home from school, in school, even at a funeral once. At least half of them had huge, throbbing hard-ons while they were trying to talk with her. Donna found all of this very disturbing.

She was a virgin. She didn't want to lie down and spread her legs for every man she met. The only male she even allowed to touch her was her boyfriend Tom, the tall, blond, star halfback on the football team.

Donna was in love with Tom. She couldn't take her eyes off his boyish smile, his square jaw, the twinkle in his deep-blue eyes. For this reason she couldn't help necking with him, but that was as far as she wanted it to go.

Tom, however, had more than that in mind. Tonight was the night of the big football game. It was over now, and Tom's team had won, and the two young lovers had gone to the local Lovers' Lane to celebrate.

Majestic giant sequoia trees surrounded the small grassy space where Tom had parked his father's station wagon. As they necked they could hear the enormous boughs swaying in the wind. An hour had passed, and the windows were completely steamed. They couldn't have been any more alone.

Tom had pulled Donna's sweater and bra up to her neck, exposing her belly and her big, milk-white tits. That was permissible. Donna allowed him to play with her tits as much as he wanted, even suck on them sometimes.