Quick escape

You begin to put your hand into your panties, but Pete quickly notices. He grabs you by the other hand and pulls you towards the door as you begin openly masturbating as you stumble along. Your father watches you suspiciously.

"No time, dad! The guys are meeting me down at the beach, and they'll start fucking the other girls if Sarah isn't there to collect the donations." Pete shouts behind him as the two of you reach the door, amazed at his own ability to come up with a good excuse so fast.

You're nearing orgasm already, just thinking about the things Pete's friends do to you sober. Even though you usually hate it, you're suddenly very excited to go to get gangbanged by them on the beach. Your knees begin to crumple underneath you as you continue to work your clit while Pete drags you through the door by the arm.

"Have fun, sweetie!" Your father shouts at you, now turning his attention to giving the donation to your mother instead. He would probably be more suspicious if he hadn't gotten so suddenly horny.

"Bye daddy!" You yell back as Pete tries to drag you out of the way of the doorway enough to close the door around you. You see your father grab your mother by the hair and start using her head to jack himself off, suddenly interrupting her cooking to use her face as a fleshlight. You desperately wish it was you getting a surprise throat fucking as the door closes.

"Holy shit, let's go, cunt!" Pete yells as he moves around you to drag you the rest of the way to the car. Now that he's out of your parent's sight, all pretext of civility is gone and he begins to pull you along behind him by the hair like a cartoon caveman. Unlike the cartoons, you're masturbating furiously the whole way, yelling with pleasure loud enough to alert the neighbors as your ass drags down the porch stairs and driveway gravel.

Pete throws you into your shared car quickly, before you can make more of a spectacle of yourself. He hops in the driver's seat and his cock is down your throat in seconds with very little help from him. You didn't need him to tell you when you wanted it there so much yourself.

Pete carefully buckles his seatbelt and starts the car while you work your mouth up and down his stiff pole. He backs out of the driveway, and soon you're on your way to the beach with you dutifully fellating him the whole way.

The beach is several hours away and you're in for a long drive, so Pete lets you do all the work yourself, which is a rare occurance with him. Unless he plans to be distracted while you do it, to **** you to suck his cock for hours on end, as he occasionally does for his nightly blow job.

You begin to enthusiastically deep throat your brother's penis, only sad because you want to be brutalized for once. You continue to masturbate wildly, moaning and nearing orgasm without breaking rhythm on your wet slurping bobs. This causes a pleasurable vibration through his dick from your screaming voice while you cum. Even your asshole brother can't deny how erotic you look slobbering on his crotch while playing with yourself.

He tries his best to be distracted by the road, but you performance wins out. Without warning he pushes your head down and stuffs your face into his spit soaked crotch as he begins to ejaculate medicine deep in your thoat.

"Ugnnn... you make such a good piss whore, Sarah" He says, giving a short pelvic thrust to milk his cock down your throat without removing your face from the foamy puddle of saliva and cum. You continue to scream in pleasure, accidentally taking in a huge shot of his load into your lungs which promptly fills your sinuses and shoots out your nose.

You do your best to get the medicine into your stomach where it belongs while he finishes flooding your throat without letting you up. You manage to snort down the cum filling your nose and most of the puddle of drool before he lets you go.

You catch your breath but don't remove him from your mouth to do so, already beginning to try to work his softening cock for another round. Pete flinches back as you work, still sensitive from the recent orgasm. He holds your head down again as he goes flaccid in your mouth.

"Hold still if you're gonna keep sucking! I won't be ready for another couple of minutes no matter what you do!" He scolds you while trying to refocus his attention on the road. You whimper and slow your masturbation, but don't stop. You feel like you might be coming down soon.

"Don't worry, I have another surprise for you. Try not to spill it!" Pete says as your mouth suddenly floods with his delicious piss. You gulp it down eagerly without missing a drop, happy to have the problem fixed just as it pops up.

"God, you're so good at this, Sarah. Have I ever mentioned that I love you?"

You don't think you've ever heard him say anything close to that before, and even though you're quickly getting uncontrollably horny again, it somehow warms your heart a bit. You try to manage an "awh!" of appreciation between swallows of his wonderful piss, wanting to return the sentiment, but decide instead to be a good little toilet for him until he finishes.

"Man, that was great! I can't wait to take you out with my friends on roadtrips! We'll make way better time with no pitstops!" He says, still occasionally spurting an additional jet as he empties the last of his bladder into your mouth.

You like the sound of more roadtrips with his friends while drunk on their piss, but realize quickly that you would need to be able to use the bathroom yourself on occasion if they all make you their human urinal. Now that you're thinking about it, you realize you actually have to go pretty bad right now.

The intoxication has your head pretty foggy, but you don't want to piss on the seat of your own car with your next orgasm. You pull your head away from Pete's groin for the first time since you entered the car.

"Um... I need to pee too..." You tell him as well as you can through your clouded mind.

He glares at you for putting his pitstop free roadtrip dream in jeopardy so quickly, but he doesn't want you to piss on the seats either, since it's his car too.