Whispers Through the Door 3

Fuck! That feels so good!" He moaned, his voice echoing off the walls of the room.

"Of course it does! It's your sister giving you the head. I've always taken good care of you, haven't I? "It always makes you feel good," she purred, her voice dripping with sex.

"Yeah," he panted, his muscles tensing and his toes curling.

"Well, get ready, baby brother. 'Cause I'm just getting started."

She leaned forward, fondling his balls and holding the base steady. She lavished the head and upper portions in kisses and licks with increasingly sloppy and loud suckling noises.

"Ffffuck!"

"Mmm, yeah. That's what I want to hear from you. Moan for me. Let me hear how much you love having your big sister suck you off. Let me hear how badly you've wanted this. How badly you need it. Come on, baby, give me everything."

She resumed sucking him, taking him deep into her mouth and running her tongue over the head and shaft, licking and kissing every inch. Much of the lube she'd applied and then spread around during the handjob was slurped up little by little to be replaced with saliva while he could only groan at her efficiency. Not to mention the amazing sensation of her tongue running along his dick in the ways that it did. Maybe it was because of how long, wet, and skilled it was, but if he closed his eyes, he couldn't tell where one lick began and the other ended. He couldn't even keep track of her lips and where they were relative to the rest of the action. It was like an all-over, all-encompassing wet massage of his entire dick.

And just when he thought it couldn't feel any better, she took him all the way down her throat. 

"Fuck! Oh, fuck! !"

He couldn't keep his thoughts straight as her warm, wet throat muscles constricted and massaged him all the way to the hilt, the tightness and pressure feeling far more incredible than anything he'd felt before.

Her hands had moved to his thighs to give her better leverage and support. She was bobbing her head now, her nose brushing against his pelvis with every motion, her lips wrapped around the base of his cock, and her throat constricting around the head. She kept at it, moving her head up and down along the length of his cock, slurping and sucking noisily the entire time. Her breasts hung below her, swaying back and forth with the rhythm of her actions and occasionally brushing against his thighs.

It was a spectacle of debauchery and depravity, her brother's cock being swallowed again and again, the sight of the entire thing disappearing into her mouth over and over, the sloppy, wet noises of her slobbering all over his dick, the way she was moaning with the thrill of the act, the way her tits jiggled and bounced as she worked his dick.

And the sensations. Dear God, the sensations. It was an experience that he'd never imagined possible.

As if she were reading his mind, she paused a moment to pull back and look up at him, still holding his cock in her hand and rubbing it gently against her cheek.

"Wanna fuck my face?" she asked.

"What?"

"My throat's all yours. Take control and fuck it however you like. Don't hold back. I can take it. I want to taste your cum."

His brain barely had time to process this request before she was back at it, taking his cock back into her mouth. But this time, rather than sucking him off, she was simply holding him there.

She looked up at him with a hungry, lustful gaze and a look of expectation, her mouth and throat stretching around his cock.

"Oh, fuck. Okay. Just don't blame me later."

With that, he grabbed her head in his hands and held her steady as he thrust his hips, driving his cock deeper into her throat. 

My sister was gagging on my cock, but I pressed on, pushing my penis deeper into her throat. If someone had seen that scene, they would've gotten the shock of their lives. A man was fucking a woman's throat like he was doing some missionary work.

She had one hand on her crotch, rubbing herself furiously. Her other hand was between my legs, rubbing and squeezing my balls.

I was fucking her face like an animal. I could feel her throat muscles constricting around my cock, milking it, trying to bring out the cum.

"Ughhh, fuck, yes," I moaned. "Suck it. Take my cock, slut. I want to see my cum drip from your lips.

"Mmm, hmm," she hummed, sending vibrations down my dick.

I grabbed her head and shoved my cock further down her throat, fucking her harder and faster.

She grabbed the bedsheets in her free hand so that she remained still against my constant thrusts. She breathed heavily through her nose, and I could feel her deep breaths on my crotch. Her blue-eyed gaze stared into my eyes, and mine at her.

It was face-fucking at its finest! More importantly, it was between a brother and a sister!

My cock slid in and out of her throat with ease, and her mouth was lubricated with spit and precum, making a wet, sloppy noise as I rammed into her. Her moans were muffled by my dick, and the sound drove me crazy. I pushed my cock deeper, faster, and harder.

Her fingers were pumping in and out of her cunt now, and I could feel her fingernails scraping against my balls as she frantically masturbated.

"FUCK! You're such a fucking whore. A hot little slut. Sucking your brother's cock. Mmm, fuck."

I grabbed her head with both hands and rammed my cock down her throat as deep as it would go, my balls resting against her chin.

 She grabbed the back of my thighs and pulled me even closer, trying to take my cock until the head of his cock pushed its way right into her throat and her face was trapped up against his abdomen.

"Oh, shit. That's so fucking hot," I moaned.

Rose's mouth, looking amazing, stretched around the base of his erection. He slowly withdrew, and Rose immediately inhaled a sharp breath.

"Take it again," he groaned, pushing back into her tight mouth. This time, Otis started thrusting, his cock pumping back and forth between her lips like a piston, fucking her face roughly. He grabbed the back of her head with one hand and gripped the sheets with the other as he rammed his dick as deep as it would go.

Rose gagged and sputtered around the cock that was violating her, her face turning red, spit and precum bubbling out of the corners of her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks, and mascara running in black lines. She held tightly onto the sheets and the back of his thighs, her body writhing with pleasure.

"That's right, choke on my cock. Ugh, fuck, that's so hot. Your face looks so good covered in spit and makeup," Otis growled.

Rose's pussy was throbbing, and her entire body was on fire. She was completely and utterly consumed by the desire for more, and it didn't help that her brother was now pounding her throat mercilessly, causing her to gag and choke.

He pulled back, and she coughed and gasped, drooling saliva onto her chest. She stared up at her brother with a dazed expression and a dreamy smile.

"How was that?" he asked.

"I...love...your...cock..." she panted, smiling.

"Show me. Get back to sucking."

She nodded and lunged forward, her agile tongue sliding over Otis's hairy scrotum, sucking each of his wrinkled testicles in turn. She lapped at them, her mouth making soft, wet noises and her lips sliding across his skin.

Otis groaned in satisfaction. "Fuck, that's good," he muttered.

Rose smiled and continued sucking and licking her brother's balls, enjoying the musky taste of his manhood. She looked up at him and saw the lust in his eyes. She knew he wanted more.

"Do you want to fuck my tits?" she whispered, her voice hoarse from the abuse his cock had just given her throat.

Otis nodded eagerly, his cock pulsing with anticipation.

"Okay, come here," she said, gesturing him closer.

She lay back, her head propped up on a pillow, her breasts spread open. Otis crawled over her, his cock pointing straight at her cleavage. He rubbed his erection up and down her skin, spreading the wetness of her saliva and his pre-cum.

Rose grabbed her breasts, squeezing them together and creating a tight channel for her brother's cock to slide into.

PLAP!

"Mmm, that's nice," Otis said, thrusting his hips and pushing his cock deep between her plump tits.

"OH! Ahh..mmn.." Rose let out a sigh at the sensation, her tits rippling and jiggling as Otis's length sunk itself into her pale boobs. Her nipples were erect and hard, and she could feel a warm wetness growing in her crotch.

"Fuck yeah," Otis moaned. "You like that, huh? You like your brother's cock fucking your tits?"

"Yes!" she gasped, her voice shaking. "I love it. I love your big cock. Keep going, Otis."

He grunted, his cock plunging between her tits, the tip disappearing and reappearing as he fucked her cleavage. The feeling was incredible—his hard shaft sliding against her soft, supple skin.

"God, I love fucking your tits, sis. They're so soft and perfect," he murmured, his eyes locked onto the sight of his cock moving up and down.

"They're all yours," she whispered, staring up at him. "I'll let you do anything you want with them. Just keep fucking me."

He growled and pushed his cock even deeper, his balls slapping against her stomach. The wet, squelching noises filled the room as they fucked, their bodies pressed together, their breaths hot and heavy.

"Faster, Otis," she urged him, her hands gripping the sides of her breasts.

He obeyed, his hips moving like a machine, his cocks pistoning in and out of her cleavage. Rose bit her lip, her head falling back and her eyes rolling up. She could feel the head of his cock bumping against her chin, and she couldn't resist darting her tongue out to lick the tip of his dick.

"Ah, fuck," he grunted.

"Mmm," she moaned, her mouth full of his cock. She swirled her tongue around his shaft, lapping up the beads of precum that leaked out of his swollen tip.

Otis let out a groan, his body shuddering as he pushed his cock even deeper, forcing her head back against the pillow.

"Mm, yeah, that's it. Suck on my cock while I fuck your tits, sis. Show me how much you love your brother's dick."

Rose nodded, her mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking and licking the head as he pumped in and out of her cleavage. The taste of his flesh filled her mouth, and she could feel his throbbing cock pulsing with each heartbeat. She reached her hands around his body and grasped his buttocks, pulling him closer and taking him as deep as she could.

"Fuuuuck," Otis groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head at the sensation of her warm, wet mouth enveloping him. "Yeah, suck my cock, baby girl." His hips rocked gently, desperate for more of that exquisite friction.

It is not so different from inserting a rigid, pulsing cock into the soft, slick confines of a vagina or the tight, muscular grip of an asshole, in the sense that the penis presses through a narrow passage made of warm, yielding flesh. In this case, the flesh happens to be a pair of plump, supple breasts.

However, the specific sensations given to the penis are quite different.

In the case of penetrating a vagina, the physically uneven, undulating walls of the vaginal canal will stimulate the penis in a variety of complex, pleasurable ways as it moves in and out. The unique ridges and textures of the vagina create a uniquely satisfying sensation, as the penis glides along the soft, yielding flesh. The warmth and wetness of the vagina also contribute to the intense pleasure experienced by the penetrating partner. Similarly, in the case of anal intercourse, the unique shape and incredibly tight, gripping nature of the rectum provides an intense, almost overwhelming pleasure to the thrusting penis. The anal canal's muscular contractions and the sensitivity of the nerve endings create a sensation that is distinct from vaginal sex, but equally if not more pleasurable for many.

In contrast, with mere breast stimulation, the only thing the penis experiences is the simple, straightforward pressure and friction from the soft, pliable flesh enveloping it. The sensations are more basic and primal - the skin-on-skin contact, the warmth, the smooth gliding motion. While not as intensely stimulating as vaginal or anal sex, breast play offers a different, almost soothing type of gratification. There is a certain comfort and security in the familiar sensation of the breasts surrounding the penis, a primal satisfaction in the tactile experience.

This is why, for men who are particularly enamored with breasts, they find it so hard to resist the allure. The simple, straightforward pleasure provided by breasts is just so immediately gratifying and appealing. It taps into a deep-seated, almost instinctual desire that is difficult to ignore or overcome.