It was late afternoon, just as the sun was setting. I was a few hours' drive from Las Vegas, having spent a weekend letting anyone who wanted to play with my small, hard cock, which was bloody from a huge amount of Viagra.
I pulled into a random exit to pee. My 10 cm penis gets hard when the wind blows, but it gets really hard when I take a little blue pill. Right now I felt like steel—Viagra, and I needed to pee after drinking coffee. So I pulled into the ZZYZX Road exit and stopped in the middle of the exit ramp.
I pulled out my little penis to pee. As I stood there with my hard cock in my hand, I started to pee when a car drove by. I continued peeing and noticed that the car had stopped a few meters in front of me and everyone was now watching me gently wipe pee from my hard cock.
It seems like there's a husband, wife, daughter, and son. I'm almost ready when they park and everyone gets out, watching me struggle to get my still-erect penis back into my jeans. The fact that they're all staring at my crotch turns me on more than it embarrasses me.
I zip up my pants as they approach, wondering what kind of fun I'm about to have on the side of the road. My husband introduces himself as Joe. Then he looks at my car and says we stopped because water is leaking from underneath it.
But then my daughter noticed you were peeing. But my son said you don't pee that much. My wife Melissa suggested we tell you there was a leak. I felt a bit silly and asked where the nearest gas station was so I could get some water and check.
My daughter, who was still staring at my hard penis in my jeans, explained that the nearest garage was about 11 kilometers away, but her house was just down the road and she had a gallon of drinking water with which I could fill my radiator.
The fact that a hot young blonde knew something about cars and simply offered to give me a ride home made me even harder. I was throbbing so hard that a wet patch formed on my jeans.
Jen looked at my hard cock and smiled. She stepped forward and whispered:
Looks like you didn't empty or shake it enough. The tip of your hard cock is making a wet spot on your pants. I asked for water and opened my hood. When I got to my car, all four of them were there, pouring water into it. Little Dave asked if he could ride in my car and show me the way. I looked around and they all nodded in agreement.
As we drove off, Dave told me about his father's tools and how he always helped with the housework. I told him I appreciated that he and his family had stopped. As I said this, I saw him rub his crotch.
I guessed Dave was about 12, but when I asked him, he said he'd be 11 in a few months and his sister had turned 14 that day. He said his parents had her when they were only 13. Then he said that meant Dad had left his sperm in my mom when she was only 12.
Dave then told me that he'd been able to ejaculate on his own for a week. Dave said our penises were about the same size, but nowhere near as big as his father's when he was hard. Then Dave pulled down his running shorts and said, "Look. If I keep playing with this, it's going to spurt. It's just dripping right now."
He was as bald as could be. His penis was as thin as a small child's, but a good 9.5 cm long. Mine was actually about 2.5 cm longer and definitely thicker, but I said nothing and just stared at him while he stroked himself.
When he asked if I wanted to see him spray me, I almost drove off the road. Dave then said, "I'll show you later, I promise."
For the first time, I wished I hadn't taken Viagra in Vegas. I was so hard, my cock was throbbing and dripping with desire. The ten-minute drive felt like thirty. We drove down a long driveway and to what looked like an old trailer that hadn't been touched in forty years. Dave explained the way, and I drove around the back and saw a huge garage with five doors. I parked, and he took my hand and walked me inside.
From the outside, the house looked like it might collapse at any moment. As we got closer, Dave kept squeezing my hand and running his fingers over my palm. As a result, my cock got rock hard again. We reached the back door, and he was all excited. The door was unlocked, and we went into the kitchen. I couldn't believe my eyes. Everything was brand new. Stainless steel appliances, granite countertops, and even travertine floors. Dave led me through the back of the house, playing tour guide the whole time.
We entered a very large room that could have been the master bedroom, but clearly belonged to Dave. At the far end, past a linen closet and a hallway about four feet long, he pulled me into his bathroom. It was enormous. A separate shower and a whirlpool tub that could have easily fit at least four adults. At the far end of the tub was a wall about three feet high. When we got to the wall, Dave said, "Sorry, I need to pee, my penis is starting to get hard." Dave turned me around so I was facing him and let his shorts fall to the floor.
The bathroom was very cold, but I could feel the warmth of his half-naked body. His penis was semi-erect. Not a hair in sight. His testicles were small, firm, and so smooth, not even the slightest crease. I'd never seen anything like it. But then his penis became so thin and hard, literally like a felt-tip pen or a thick crayon. It was now completely hard and standing straight out.
I'd played with plenty of cocks and pussies in Vegas, but this cock turned me on so much my mouth watered. He pushed his three and a half inches down and started pissing while asking me if I liked his cock. I just nodded. When he was finished, he asked if I wanted to watch him squirt later. I nodded again. When he asked if I needed to pee again, he unbuttoned my pants and pulled them to the floor.
Dave reached out, aimed at my penis, and rubbed the tip. I felt the pre-cum ooze out, and he said, "Wow, you drip way more than my dad does when Jen and I hold his penis while he drinks." As I started to pee, he stroked me and ran his fingers through the stream. I came with a few small spurts of pee, and Dave leaned over and licked me dry. I almost came. He slipped out of his shorts and put on an old pair of cotton boxer shorts. They were very clean and white, but thin, almost see-through like a young girl's nightgown.
He turned and walked away. I stopped, tucked my penis into my jeans, and followed him back into the living room. This house was enormous. The living room had a 90-inch TV and plush leather sofas, all arranged in a semicircle. I was impressed. Who was this family? From the outside, you'd have thought the floor was rotten. Dave sat me down on the couch and ran out the front door to get the other three. The family came in one by one.
It was the daughter who told me I needed a radiator hose, but since it was Sunday, we'd have to wait until tomorrow. The father offered me something to drink, and I nodded in agreement. He left and returned a few minutes later in light gray sweatpants and a T-shirt. Both had been ironed, and unlike Dave's boxers, they were tight and looked like they'd been sprayed on. The outline of his penis and testicles was unmistakable. Dave was right, his father's penis was soft and about the same size as mine, hard, but he had tiny testicles. Depending on how low the sweatpants hung on his waist, from my position in front of him, he was either waxed or clean-shaven. All I could think about was how badly I needed to come.
Jen appeared just as her father sat down. She said she'd brought my travel bag and put it in the bathroom in the hallway in case I wanted to shower before bed. Like her brother, she'd changed and was now wearing a tank top and see-through running shorts. The shorts were fitted at the waist but flared out, and the leg opening was almost like a skirt. That's when I realized she might
wore a skirt and not shorts.
Her father turned on the big TV and switched to the second half of the Sunday night football game. Jen looked at the screen, then turned around, straddled her father's right leg, and balanced with her right hand on the armrest and the other on his thigh, pressing against the tip of his penis. Dave asked if he could sit with me. I nodded, and he sat on my lap and wiggled his butt against my still-throbbing penis.
I was about to apologize when he started jumping up and down with excitement from the game. Dave grabbed my right hand and placed it in his lap. His penis was as hard as mine. I glanced over to see if his father and sister were watching us. They were both engrossed in the game. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a movement. Jen had practically wrapped her hand around her father's penis and was rubbing the tip in a circular motion with her thumb.
I didn't want to stare, but his penis was a good 15 centimeters long and maybe a touch thicker than mine. I had to come, and I needed to. I was now paying more attention to Jen than to the game. She looked over at me, staring at my hand on her brother's cock. She grinned and spread her legs a little. It was a skirt; I could see her pussy and a small strand of hair over her clit. When we looked into each other's eyes, she grabbed her father's right hand and guided it to her pussy.
While her father watched the game, he spread her lips with two fingers and rubbed her clitoris with his middle finger. Jen reached down and untied a drawstring, and her skirt fell to the side like a towel. As soon as her skirt fell, Dave stood up, pulled off his shorts, and straddled me, stroking his small penis. Dave asked if I was going to come. When I said I needed to, he suddenly stood up and unbuttoned my pants. I lifted my hips, and he pulled them off. I slid down on the seat, and Dave sat back down. He caressed both of us. His hands were blurry.
I was just about to close my eyes when her mother came in naked and said, "Jenny, you know I don't like it when Daddy's sperm is wasted." She giggled and stood up. She grabbed Daddy's hand and pulled him up. Dave stopped stroking me and got out of the car. He came over with his sister. They both pulled down Daddy's pants and took turns sucking all the precum off his penis.
Mom said, "Kids, we have a guest who needs to be served." They stepped back, whispering to each other, and moved away as Dad sat down. Mom looked at me and smiled as she guided her husband's penis into her dripping cunt. Jen looked at me and asked, "Do you want this?" I whispered, "Yes." She took my hand and laid me down in front of the television.
Both kids helped me undress. All I could think was, "How perverse and erotic." Dad's going to watch me fucking his wife while they watch football. Man, it was great that I came so many times that morning. I wanted it to last that long. Dave came with a pillow for my head and gave it to Jen. As she lifted my head and made me comfortable, I felt the warmth of a tight mouth on my cock.
I looked down and Dave was giving me one of the best blowjobs I've ever had. I turned my head to the left and watched Mom and Dad rubbing against each other while their almost eleven-year-old son sucked me off. Then I felt it, a second pair of lips. They were sucking and licking my stomach, slowly moving closer to my cock. That definitely took my attention away from Mom and Dad. I'd had two people give me a blowjob during a threesome.
But never related, let alone brother and sister. I wanted that to be etched in my memory forever. It was like a choreographed dance, one sucking on one side while the other sucked on the other. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen, and it was happening to me. They moved up and down together, and when they reached the top, they shared a French kiss. My cock was powerless against their mutual lust. That made it even hotter. I started throbbing, knowing I was going to come.
They both slid down my shaft, then licked their way up my torso and began licking and sucking my neck. First, I felt Jen's lips. My mouth opened of its own accord, and her tongue touched mine. I could taste my precum in her mouth. I devoured the taste as she slowly let Dave inside her. I'd kissed a few men in my life, but usually we sucked a cock or shared a pussy. Never just making out.
This was different; he had this sweet smell. I couldn't get enough. I felt thirteen again. Jen stroked my cock, leaned forward, and whispered, "He's dripping and about to come. I want to watch you suck him." Dave sat with his legs spread, facing Mom and Dad. I turned my head and leaned forward. I was addicted. He fit perfectly in my mouth. I could almost take his balls in with his cock. I could hear their parents moaning as they fucked and watched the scene unfold before them.
I reached down to touch myself, but my hand was swatted away and replaced by Jen's mouth. I thought I was in heaven. Every few seconds, Jen pulled back, repositioned herself, and started again. I assumed our audience had a clear view. I felt Dave start thrusting, which meant he was close to climaxing. Jen put her hands on my hips, and I thought she was about to go down on me.
Before I felt the soft wetness, I felt the heat. As my cock was sucked inside, I knew only one thing that could touch it so intensely all at once. Then I felt her mound press against mine and a deep cry of pleasure. Her hands were on my chest, and the moans grew louder. I tilted my head slightly upward and opened my eyes, only to see brother and sister making out. Dave thrust forward, and I felt the first spurt on my tongue. So sweet and watery. With each thrust, another little gush.
Jen stopped and tapped the head of my penis. Dave stood up, and Jen milked his shaft until she had some semen to lick. She looked down at me and smiled. With authority, she told Dave to help Mom. As Dave walked away, Jen bent down and kissed me again, then leaned close to my ear and said, "Okay, now you can cum inside me." She sat up and thrust into me until her clitoris rubbed against the underside of my shaft. It was the trembling of her thighs against my sides that brought me over the edge.
I grabbed her hips and thrust upwards as hard as I could as my first rope shot into her pussy. I heard three people moan at once: "I'm coming."
Jan trembled for a good minute and then collapsed on top of me. Dave kept licking his mother's pussy and semen. I was extremely exhausted and tired. Then her father spoke up.
Would you like to stay for a few days?
