Sr: It's Out of Hand

Slut Rose: It's Out of Hand, Part 6

"Looks like you have a nice, big toy for me to play with, too," Sara said, giggling, moving to kneel in the seat, her hands sliding onto my thigh, her face moving closer to my crotch. Her ass was high enough in the air for anyone driving by to be able to see.

I knew what this spray was doing to her. And I knew that it wasn't going to end very soon. I was going to have to find a place to park... and fast!

Sara's hands were stroking my thigh aggressively, one hand quickly moving onto my erection. I was so hard, my pants were confining it drastically, it was thrusting against the zipper, threatening to break through.

"What a great cock you have," she whispered, panting, practically drooling over it. Her mouth was inches from my shaft and I thought I could feel her breath on it, even though that wasn't possible. "I need to..." She started unfastening my belt and my pants, freeing the pressure on my cock.

"Ummm," I said. "Be careful. I'm driving."

"Oh... that's ok," she giggled, smiling up at me. "I won't do more than... you know." She tugged at my jeans, urging me to lift my hips to lower them. My cock was now pressed against my very thin boxers, tenting them to its max height. And damn, it was huge today. She had me very physically excited. She pushed my jeans down to my knees and I was praying I'd be able to hit the brakes if I needed to.

"Oooh, such a great cock," she said, peeling my boxers down off it and exposing it to the air... and her very desirous gaze. She bent down and gave the head a little kiss as her fingers wrapped around the shaft. "Your cock is nice and big, Vince," she said, stroking up and down the shaft softly and slowly, "just like I like. I had no idea..." she said. "I mean... I've seen you in the shower before, accidentally, but I never thought it was this big. Had I known..." She looked up at me with a devious smile. "Ready?"

Before I could answer she swirled her tongue over the tip of my cock, tasting it, making it jump in excitement. It was definitely sensitive. She let her lips slide over and around it for a moment, then she slid it between her lips and sucked on just the head like a thick baby pacifier.

"You like my lips on your cock like that?" she asked, her hand continuing to stroke up and down the shaft. "Every guy likes the feel of soft lips and a wet tongue on their cock." She slid my shaft deep into her mouth and sucked softly, slowly sliding up and down it's length as if enjoying every texture, every flavor.

"Oh my God," I whispered, the feelings of pleasure jetting through my body.

"Yeah, that's right, let me get that fucking cock feeling so good. Mmm, hmm... Let me just spoil you for a while. Yeah... give that cock every sensation."

She slid me back inside again and her mouth was like heaven. I didn't know how long I was going to be able to keep driving. I already had to concentrate on stepping on the gas just right so I wasn't going way too fast or way too slow. It's hard to think when you're cock is being sucked like that.

She slid me so deep into her mouth her lips were brushing up against my pubic hair. I could hear her gagging and gurgling with it and the feelings her throat was giving my cock-head were indescribable. She held it there for what seemed like a long time and I wondered if she was going to pass out. But then she rose up, released me from her mouth, breathing heavy.

"Your cock is so good, Vince. So nice and hard... so fucking good. And, God, it's so big." Her hand continued stroking me as her lips and tongue moved up and down my shaft before centering in on the sensitive head once again. The only thing I could think about at this point was fucking her. I wondered how good her pussy would feel with my cock buried deep inside it.

"I love sucking on cocks," she whispered, sliding her lips and tongue around the cock-head. "I love making them cum. I'm not going to deny it. It makes me horny as hell. It's because I love it that I'm so good at it. Wouldn't you just love to hear all the dirty things I do with my boyfriends? All the kinky things? All the things I've done that really get them going?"

I pushed my head back into the headrest of the driver's seat, pushing my hips up and into her mouth. She was driving me insane with desire from all of her teasing. My eyes scanned every road sign, every exit from the highway. I had to find a place to stop. And soon!

"All I want to do is make you cum."

And with her expert manipulation, within a moment I did.

"Fuck!" I yelled, trying to keep control of the car as I felt the pleasure pulsing out from my groin. My cock contracted again and again while I was buried deep into her mouth. I heard her cough and sputter, but she never released me. She continued sucking on me, taking all of my cum down her throat.

*****

I finally found an exit with some food and motels. We stopped and grabbed some fast food before going to the motel and getting a room for the night. We would definitely fare better getting a good night's rest and starting out again in the morning. I was thinking we'd just go to Mexico where we could hide. I didn't know if the police would come looking for us or if it was just our family members. Mateo's mom would certainly not give up the spray lightly, especially if getting more would be even more difficult. And she'd certainly put two and two together and accuse us.

We carried the bag of food and the drinks into the motel room and I set them on the small desk as Sara closed the blinds. The next thing I knew she approached me with a devious look in her eyes and pushed me towards the bed. She led me to the edge and then jumped onto the bed, kneeling, holding my shoulders, while staring me in the eyes.

"Vince... I'm hungry for something else right now," she said, looking serious... and horny. "This is... this is going to sound strange... and I can't tell you why I feel this need... but... I want you to... to fuck my face." She seemed embarrassed to admit her need to me. But I knew the spray did strange things to people. It made them want things, things they would never tell a soul... things that they buried deep down because they knew others just wouldn't understand.

"You what?"

"I want you... I need you to fuck my face." Her hands were shaking on my shoulder. This was more than just an embarrassing desire... this was a true need. "I want to lie down on the bed and have you fuck my mouth just like you would my pussy. I really need it."

"You already gave me a blowjob... it's just..."

Sara flipped over on the bed, with her head towards me, and slid to the edge so her head hung over. She opened her mouth wide for a second, sticking her tongue out, making it look like she was more than ready for me.

"Please, just do it... fuck my face," she said again, her hands reaching for me.

I wasn't sure exactly what she was looking for, but I started unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my legs. I stepped out of them as she masturbated, watching me. Then I slid my boxers down and off, my cock jutting out rudely. I was semi-hard and ready for just about anything any more. When I approached, her hands once again reached out for me and pulled me in when she was able to reach my hips.

My cock was dangling over her face and she pulled me close to lick and suck on my balls. She was practically giggling like a schoolgirl as she sucked on them and slid her tongue over and around them. I had to admit, while it felt a little weird, it was also pretty damn erotic.

After a minute or so, she moved again and slid my cock into her mouth. Her head hung down low, so it was a straight shot into her mouth and down her throat. Slowly I pushed in deep, letting my cock get used to her mouth again. I felt her lick and suck it from a totally different vantage point, which only added to the erotic nature of her act.

As she slid my cock as deep as it would go, I had the full view of her body lying before me, her firm, young breasts with small, tight nipples, and her pussy with just a little hair left over it. I could see that she was wet. Her thighs were glistening from her juices.

I knew the spray was still having a large effect on her.

She gurgled and gasped for air when I pulled my cock out. "Oh fuck yeah!" she said, trying to regain her breath, all the while wanting more. Then I slid in again. Somehow, the way she formed her mouth and lips really did feel kinda like a pussy. And it felt good. I started sliding in and out, with a slow fucking pace.

Gurt, gurt, gurt, was the only sound in the room as I fucked her mouth, starting to pick up some speed. When I stopped and pulled my cock out again, she turned her face and spit out the excess saliva.

"Fuck yeah! Do it! I want you to slam your dick in my mouth. I want you to shoot your cum down my fucking throat."

This time when I slid back in, I put my hands on her breasts and squeezed them as I began pounding into her mouth at a faster pace... much closer to how I'd fuck her pussy.

Gurt, gurt, gurt, mmhmm... mmhmm," she moaned with every thrust. She was enjoying it, writhing on the bed in front of me.

I pulled out again and she again spit out her saliva. "I deserve it... you sister deserves all your fucking cum. Fuck my mouth," she commanded.

And I did. I fucked her hard and fast, only occasionally pulling my cock free to let her breath. And each time I was rewarded with encouragement. And when I came, I flooded her mouth, and she swallowed as much as she could. When I finally pulled my deflated cock free, she was licking and sucking on it, cleaning it, her own face a cum-soaked wreck.

I stepped away, turned on the TV, and grabbed the food, bringing it back to the bed. We propped up the pillows and ate in silence while watching comedies on the TV. I truly wasn't in the mood, but we had to pass the time somehow... some way other than having sex at least.

When we finished eating, we decided to take showers before going to sleep. I let her go first and fifteen minutes was rewarded with her coming out, drying her hair, wrapped in a towel. "Next," she said. "Boy did that feel good."

I walked past her and entered the small, steam-filled room. I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower. She was right, the hot water felt incredible as it cascaded over my body. I used the provided soap and little bottle of shampoo to get myself clean. I felt dirty... the outside I could clean... but not the inside. Inside I felt extremely soiled.

In the past couple of weeks I went from being just a college student to being a sex maniac... and with my own family members! It doesn't get more soiled than that. And there was nothing that was going to was that clean.

When I finally turned the water off, the room was filled with too much steam to even see very far. I flipped on the fan to whisk it away but it was going to take a while. I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist before opening the door. When I walked into the room, Sara was on the bed, naked, looking at her phone while masturbating.

"But fucking your pussy would feel so much better. I can imagine how tight you'd be," my dad's voice said in the video. I knew that he'd sent it to her, just like my mom had sent me hers. He was trying to entice her to come home.

I heard moaning in the background and figured it was my mom. "You hear her moaning, baby doll? That could be you getting all this dick in your tight little hole. God, I want to fuck you so badly."

"Sara!" I said, moving quickly to the bed. "Don't listen to him. He's just trying to get you to go back home." I grabbed her phone and pulled it away from her. She still sat there, masturbating, three fingers sliding in and out of her pussy.

"So what," she said. "I... I need it. I need to get fucked like that."

"That's just the spray talking, Sara. You'll get through this." I wished she'd get through it better than me. She'd only been sprayed once, but I knew that first dose took a long time to get through. And I knew that the need wouldn't go away even then... just lessen a little.

I watched as Sara opened her legs wide and used her hands to spread her pussy open to my eyes. I couldn't look away, it was so... perfect. And it was so intoxicating. I'd already had a hard on just from leaving the bathroom and watching her masturbating, but now... God... now I was throbbing. I knew it was tenting the towel around my waist.

She giggled when she looked down at it, then licked her lips.

"You know what my pussy needs? It needs your cock thrusting into it," she said. I couldn't move. My body wanted her... badly... but my mind just wouldn't let it happen again. I watched helplessly as she moved to the edge of the bed and sat there facing me. I watched helplessly as she touched my towel-covered cock and slid along its length. I watched helplessly as she raised her other hand... a hand holding a little spray bottle. I watched helplessly as her finger plunged down once and nothing happened. But before I could react, she did it again, and the spray flew out and hit me square in the face.

"Sara! Oh my God! What are you doing?" I yelled, stepping back, ducking, then trying to wipe the liquid from my face before it could affect me. But it was too late. "No!"

When I looked at her again, she was smiling devilishly. She knew what she'd done. And I watched her turn the spray towards herself and pump it. It took several pumps before it jetted out into her waiting face. She sat there smiling as it hit her, as it affected her. She wanted it.

"Come here Vince. Give it to me. Make your sister cum on your big fucking cock!"

A feeling of overpowering need overtook me, just like every other time that damn spray had been used on me. I growled and tore the towel from my waist. My cock was throbbing hard. I needed her... I wanted her... My mind was stopping me, trying to tell me how wrong this was, but its voice was getting dimmer by the second.

She lay back on the bed, putting her feet on the edge and spreading her knees wide, exposing her very beautiful pussy to me. I grabbed underneath her legs so that my arms were behind her knees and her feet dangled down, and pulled her towards me. That gave me leverage and moved her pussy to just the right level as I slid my cock into her deep in one thrust.

"Yeah, that's right, take charge. Fuck me Vince!"

I started thrusting, pulling her into me every time my hips thrust forward, slamming into her. She mauled her breasts below me as she moaned in pleasure.

"Take it! Yeah, fucking take that pussy! Yeah, just like that. God, that feels so fucking good!"

I thrust harder and faster, grunting with each one, putting every ounce of energy into thrusting deeper and harder into her. Her pussy felt incredible! It wrapped around my cock like a tight glove, squeezing and milking it, trying to get every ounce of cum out of it.

"Fuck you're so tight," I said.

"You like that? You like fucking my pussy with your big fucking dick? You like the way my pussy feels? God, it's so fucking wet for you. Don't stop... you gotta make me cum... please, please, please! Oh my God! Fuuuuuuck!"

My brain shut off at that point and I became just a bundle of pleasure. All I thought about was pleasure, giving and receiving, as every nerve fired off in my body, making my skin tingle.

*****

We were soaked in sweat and cum when we finally broke apart, too tired to continue. We were panting but still touching each other. My skin was still sensitive and her touch was still making me hard as a rock, but I had to rest.

The sound from the TV finally broke through. The local news was on with a breaking story. The anchor had just called out to the reporter in the field and the camera showed a man standing outside in the dark, the light from the camera shining in his face. He held a microphone in one hand and papers in the other.

"At around 6:30 this evening the fire department was called to a two-alarm fire at a house on the 200-block of Grant Street in the Coventry neighborhood. When they arrived, it was fully engulfed in flames."

I looked at the screen to see the video footage of the house in flames, firemen everywhere trying desperately to put it out.

"As you can see behind me, they're still working on it and say it'll still be a few hours before it is finally out, but they report that it is contained. Thankfully, none of the houses nearby were affected. Fire investigators will take time to figure it out, but preliminary results look grim."

The scene changed with the a fireman standing next to the reporter from an earlier taping.

"With the severity of the fire and how rapidly it developed, we believe at this time that it was intentionally set. We'll have more details in the morning hours, though."

The scene went back to the current time, with just the reporter. In the background I could see my mom, dad, and both of Mateo's parents standing there, desperately looking in a partially burned box. Both Emmanuelle's and George's hands were bandaged and it looks like they'd been burned a bit, possibly from retrieving the box from the front porch. My dad reached into the box and excitedly lifted out a small spray bottle to the obvious delight of the others.

My spirits fell. They had another, full bottle now.

"Luckily, there was no one in the house at the time. The husband and wife said they were at a neighbors house having dinner. Their two adult children, though, along with the neighbors adult children, are currently missing. It's unclear at this time if they have any information to help the investigation."

The scene changed to the reporter interviewing an obviously distraught Emmanuelle.

"I don't know what we're going to do," she said, crying. "We lost everything."

"Neighbors are stepping up, Brian, and helping. They say they'll take in the family until they can get their feet on the ground once again."

The scene changed again with the reporter interviewing my mom.

"We have a good neighborhood here. We help each other out when we need to," she said.

The reporter, Chet, looked back to the camera to close. "This is a developing story with more details to come. Dave?"

The scene went back to the studio where a man and woman were sitting behind the news desk.

"Thanks Chet. Wow, what a sad story," the male anchor said.

"It really is," the woman said, nodding slowly. "I can't imagine what the family is going through. To lose everything like that. It's devastating."

"It really is. Authorities are are asking for help in locating Mateo and Gabrielle Rodriguez who were last known to be driving a 2009 blue Ford Taurus. They are hoping to get more information on what happened here tonight. Authorities are also looking for information on the whereabouts of Vince and Sara Carpenter, neighbors to the Rodriguez family, who also are missing at this time. They were last seen driving a 2016 grey Mazda 3."

Pictures of all of us were plastered on the screen for all to see. I prayed that people wouldn't remember them.

"If any of these individuals are seen, you are asked to contact the Stowe police department." The anchors each moved a sheet of paper from one pile to another, moving on to the next story.

"In other news tonight..."

I turned off the TV. Our fate was sealed now; we had to run away. We had to get far, far away from here.