From the Doorway

From the Doorway
By N.B.

Having left a snail’s trail of viscous femininity across the lips and chin of her brother, Rachael slowly slid down his chest, feeling the tickle of thick wiry chest hair on the super sensitive lips of her vulva, relishing in the afterglow of a 69-induced orgasm and knowing it was simply the prelude to even more powerful sensations yet to come.

Her hips straddled his waist, her hand reaching back to grasp the heavy shaft that just minutes before had been in her mouth while her brother’s tongue played hide-and-seek with her puffy clit.

Since the adult siblings had given in to a lifetime of lusty fantasies during a hot sweaty day last summer, they had taken advantage of every opportunity to build a fire of sexual indulgence from the glowing embers that were now perpetually a part of their adult lives.

Rachael smiled as she held her brother’s saliva-slick cock, relishing the heavy weight of it in her slender fingers, acknowledging yet again that while it was perhaps half an inch shorter than her own husband’s shaft, it definitely was fatter and thicker. This was a substantial piece of meat, and she had come to relish the rare opportunities she had to enjoy it.

Today her brother’s house was empty, and Rachael was more than content to take her time, slowly lifting herself above the broad swollen head of her brother’s cock, then lowering her wet pussy down the shaft, fractions of an inch at a time. Softly she rocked back and forth, the nub of her clit rubbing against his pubic bone as she leaned forward, the muscles of her buttocks tightening as she rose, to drop again, over and over, slowly, sensuously dancing on the cum-filled baton about which she had so frequently fantasized in her teenage bedroom filled with stuffed animals and posters of pop stars.

Her brother’s eyes were closed as he arched his hips to feed the hungry hole between her legs, the shine of Rachael’s pussy juices obvious on his face in the spare bedroom’s soft, late afternoon light.

So good, so good…Rachael softly chanted the words to herself, sliding up and down, back and forth…so good.

She never knew what interrupted the sexual mental yoga with which her mind was so preoccupied, but suddenly Rachael knew, beyond a shadow of any doubt, that she was being watched, could feel eyes dancing their way up her ass, her back, to the shallows of her shoulders.

My God, someone was there.

“Who? Who was it?” Rachael wondered to herself as she resumed the rhythmic raising and lowering of her body which the sudden revelation had caused her to briefly stop. There was no way she was going to turn her head and look at the door behind her naked body, and clearly her brother, eyes still closed, didn’t know. So she did the only thing her body would allow her to do – she fucked.

And she wondered…

“Is it my nephew?” she wondered as she forced herself even farther down on her brother’s stiff shaft, taking another quarter inch, spreading her labia even wider with the thickness of his seemingly eternal erection.

A wry smile came to Rachael’s mouth as she considered the possibility. She knew her nephew hungered for her; his eyes devouring her whenever they could. Truth be told, she had teased him a bit, with an immodest display of flesh now and then, and maybe a soiled pair of panties “accidently” left where he could find them.

She felt sure he was still a virgin, and wondered what he would think, standing there watching his Aunt Rachael shoving her naked ass up and down on his daddy’s cock, watching that slick cock meat stretch her pussy. Would he stroke his own virgin shaft while he watched; would he become brave and brazen, knowing he had blackmail material in hand, maybe snapping a quick picture with his phone?

Rachael fucked faster, the wet sounds of sex filling the room, her brother moaning almost constantly in pleasure, still unaware of their audience.

So good, so good.

Would her nephew come into the room, cock exposed, wanking it as he watched his father fucking his younger sister? Would he stand behind her until his cum erupted onto her ass and back, rivers of cum from his young teenage balls, running down the crack of her ass to drip on his father’s own bloated ball sack? Would he then bravely step in front of her, let his hands caress her tits, hold his cock for his loving aunt to suck clean while she fucked his dad?

Oh, God. So good, so good.

But what if it wasn’t her young nephew at all? What if it was her sister-in-law, the woman who had been married to her husband for years, whom she had always thought of as a wonderful friend, almost a sister herself? What if she stood there, watching, hypnotized by the sight of her own husband’s cock spearing up into the spread pussy of his own sister.

In her mind’s eye, Rachael saw her brother’s wife leaning against the door jam. Her breasts, which were not really much bigger than Rachael’s but somehow had always seemed heavier, more substantial, swollen and full under the thin t-shirt, nipples aroused and obvious. Rachael had long admired the fullness of her sister-in-law’s bottom and imagined it repeatedly squeezing tight then relaxing as the unexpected voyeur session continued; knew that her audience would be sliding a hand into her denim shorts to fingerfuck her own wet cunt as she watched Rachael riding atop her husband’s cock.

Assuring herself that must be who stood at the door, Rachael loudly sighed; and fucked faster still, wondering as she did how brave her sister-in-law would become. Would she enter the room once her husband unloaded his cum into Rachael’s starving pussy? Would she allow her hand to touch Rachael’s ass, to caress it while they fucked.

Could the first woman’s tongue to touch Rachael’s pulsing clit belong to her sister-in-law, burying her face into Rachael’s cum-filled snatch in order to retrieve the cum her husband pumped deep inside her? Would she be so aroused from watching that she would eat Rachael’s pussy while it was full of cum?

The thought made Rachael tremble, her body quivered as small orgasms raced from her loins to her brain and back again, leaving her heart racing, the hole between her legs now a swampy mess of hot swollen flesh and flooding sex juices.

So good, so good.

But what if it wasn’t her. What if it was Rachael’s own husband standing there, dick in hand, watching his wife fuck her own brother? Would he be mad, enraged; would he be aroused and excited? Would his eyes bore into the shadowy spot beneath her pumping groin, searching for the cock lodged there, comparing it to his? He would recognize her smell, know how it felt to be the piston on which the lubricated slit of her cunt slid back and forth, deeper now than before, buried to the bottom, her ass touching tender balls on each downward stroke before she rose to barely contain the head between her lips, then dropped again.

Her husband watching; would he remember that night she had enjoyed too much wine, and regaled him with a fantasy of two men, how she wanted to ride one while another took her from behind? Would he think of that, coming into the room to bend down and lick her wrinkled anus, wetting it with his mouth and tongue? Would the presence of her brother’s cock so close to his mouth bother her husband as he licked her ass? Would he then stepped forward to press the cock she loved so much into her anal opening, forcing her to lean forward, her husband spearing into her ass while her brother arched up to fill her cunt, the two shafts sliding back and forth, barely separated by tissue-thin membrane; husband and brother, balls touching, both fucking the woman they loved.

Oh God, oh God. Rachael imagined it, leaning forward to prepare for the cock she knew was waiting of her ass, for the tongue she desperately wanted to feel. Leaning forward close to her brother’s face, small tits hanging down from her chest, the nipples painfully heavy, her clit about to explode as she fucked and rode and fucked and rode.

She leaned closer still to her brother, whispering to him: “Someone is watching us,” and then, as his eyes popped open and his head searched for the door in fear, Rachael felt a volcanic explosion rip through her, seismic tremors threatening to pull the nerve endings of her anus through her sloppy wet pussy and expel them from her body, barely aware of the expression on her brother’s face as his cock unloaded volley after volley of cum, his eyes locked on the doorway the entire time.

She leaned forward farther still, resting her cheek on his broad chest, aware as she did that whomever stood at the door would have a clear view of her gaping cunt and the thick cum dripping from it down onto her brother’s scrotum.

As her eyes closed, she heard the door shut.

So good, so good…

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Rachael’s Response

Oh, the possibilities! If I hadn’t cum so soon, I would have also suspected one, or both, of my parents. What a wonderful way to improve and already amazing sexual experience. I think about it a lot, but I wouldn’t dare intentionally have sex where someone could see me – like leaving the curtains open and the lights on while in a hotel room, for example. If it did happen, however, and I was aware of it I hope I have the presence of mind to react as I did in the story and not freak out and cover up like a frightened prude. I don’t want to show off, but I would like to be seen.

I’m sometimes ask if I ever fantasize that I’m fucking my brother when I’m having sex with my husband. My brain doesn’t quite work that way. As creative as I can be in some things, I can’t really swap people out in my head like that. But what I can do (and often will) is add a fantasy participant to the mix. Whoever this ephemeral watcher happens to be, they’re always masturbating as they watch, often egging me on or begging me to watch them while I fuck. It’s always a nice little orgasm intensifier for me. And it’s also why this story connects with me as much as it does.

Thanks, N.B., for a wonderful addition to our lustful library!

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