Surprising Christmas Present

When I was deeply inside of her mouth, buried to the core, Martin pushed her head forward towards me. “Hold it,” he said. “Hold it!” and she tried with all her might to keep me there as long as she could. Finally, we both let her go, her head flew off my dick and she gagged a couple of times. I had a panicky feeling that she was just about to spill all of her liquid dinner over my exposed manhood, but she just coughed once or twice, looked up at me and smiled. I guess smiling was a big thing at making her feel okay, so I smiled back. I looked at Martin, and there was the huge grin on his face again. “You want to swallow it one more time?” he asked and she looked at him without an answer, smiling. He pushed his own dick inside of her mouth, this time burying all of it in one motion. He held her tight to his body with his dick throbbing inside her mouth and Daria gagging wildly. Then he let her go and there was a round of smiles flying between my brother and the woman he almost suffocated with his huge dick. He winked at me and nodded his head in the direction out of the bathroom, and I figured probably into the bedroom. 

“Come on,” he said and helped Daria up. She stood up and half leaned on him, giggling hysterically now. Martin bent down and kissed her on the mouth. Then he kicked off his pants and boxers, and I did the same. 

I walked out of the bathroom, followed by Martin and Daria. She staggered and I could see that the alcohol had now taken a full effect. I headed towards the bedroom, but Martin said: “Hey!” and as I turned around pointed to the couch in the living room. He led Daria to the back of the couch. He pressed her against the couch, running his hands around her body and roughly grabbing her breasts, kneading them through her bra. She moaned grabbing with his hand behind both of them, grabbing and squeezing his ass. He let her go for a moment, fiddled with her bra for a moment and finally managed to undo it. He slipped it down her arms and her glorious breasts bobbed in front of me. They were huge and beautiful, with nipples bigger than I had ever seen. I couldn’t help myself but to plump down on the couch and kneel in front of her, taking one of the nipples inside my mouth and started sucking. 

She moaned and I sucked as if my life depended on it. Alicia was a skinny girl and had hardly any breasts to speak of. Daria’s boobs were god given gift; I loved it and enjoyed every moment of it. 

As I was sucking on her nipples, my brother undid her miniskirt, pulled it down as well as her panties. 

“Move,” he told me and as I did, he pushed her over the couch, positioning himself behind her. “You’re so wet,” he said and I took that as an excuse that he was not going to give her an oral treat that he made her do to both of us. I could see him positioning himself on her and then slowly sliding inside of her. The deeper he went, the louder her “aaaa” became. He pushed all of him inside and then started rocking in and out, while her head was bowed down, her shoulder length hair waving wildly towards the couch, her boobs swinging like ripe fruit in the wind. He pumped in and out of her, and then started to fuck her faster and harder. Her hand shot behind her, trying to push his stomach away from her, and as I looked at her face, which was a bit hard to do as it was almost buried inside the couch seat now, it was completely red, eyes shut tight, mouth open in a silent ecstasy. 

I stood in front of them, stroking my dick, not wanting to make myself come before I get some more of that heavenly mouth around it. 

All of a sudden Martin pulled out and lifted Daria off the back of the couch, leading her around it. He motioned to me to lie on the couch and I did. Without having been told, Daria walked around the couch, still a bit unsteady on her feet, this time however, I couldn’t tell whether it was from the alcohol or the effect of my brother’s thick rod poking inside her short body. She lifted her leg and brought it over my body, sitting on me for a second, then pushing herself up and positioning my dick onto the entrance of her wet pussy. Very slowly, she sat down on it, sliding it all the way in, and as if burnt by my skin jumped up with a loud “AH”. 

“Come on,” said Martin. “You’ll get used to it, baby.” And she slid back down on it, again jumping up, but this time in a less dramatic fashion. After a few tries, she let herself fall onto my dick with all her weight, her boobs swinging in front of my face and I took one of the nipples in my mouth, gently biting onto it. 

She started pumping herself up and down my dick, with my hands placed under her big ass; pushing it up and then letting it fall back down. She moaned, in my mind a little more than she should have, but I figured she was either too drunk to control herself, or she felt that the louder her moans, the more we’d enjoy it. 

Then, she started cursing, “oh shit, oh fuck,” I sucked harder on her nipples and she kept on ohshit-ing and ohfuck-ing and ohmygod-ing. It was a fabulous fuck as far as I was concerned. She was tight and dripping wet, I could feel the head of my dick hitting the back of her shaft every time she slumped herself onto it. 

Martin stood at the side of the couch behind my head, grabbed Daria by the hair and pulled her head up. He thrust his dick inside her mouth and started pumping in the rhythm with me. I tried to slam inside of her harder and harder with each thrust, and so did he. She moaned and gagged, but could not say a word any more. Her face, neck and boobs were again red; she strained to keep the rhythm with both of us. Martin pushed his dick as far as he could and I could see that a few times he managed to bury himself completely inside of her mouth, then keeping her there, while he continued pumping into her without pulling out. 

I felt the tingling in my balls and knew that I was very close to coming. I pumped faster with as much force as I could muster, making her fly almost completely of my dick only to impale back onto it with all her weight, which made her eyes pop up wide open. I took my mouth off her breasts and slipped my hands off her ass, only to grab the melons that I was sucking on a minute ago, squeezing them roughly, making her jerk off Martin’s dick and scream: “OH, SHIT! YEAH!”

She was quite heavy and I don’t know where I got my strength from, but I hugged her body, locking my arms behind her back and pushed myself up and for a moment, I held her in the air, sitting on my dick, and then as gently as I could, tried to put her back down on the couch onto her back, but her weight pulled us both down and I sort of slammed her down. She yelled and I looked at her. Then she smiled at me. “You’re dick is hurting me,” she said and that really brought me over the edge. I started pumping in and out of her as if these were the last seconds of my life. She yelled every time I slammed inside of her. I could tell that she was hurting, but each time I delivered a blow, she would yell Yeah or Fuck or oooh yeah. 

I pumped like a madman, and when I felt my balls burning and my dick spraying out my spunk, I buried myself deep inside of her, grabbed her by the shoulders and kept pushing myself inside, pulling out only an inch or so. I heard myself screaming and cursing, too, something I have never done before. This woman who I did not find appealing at all, but for her breasts had just been the best fuck of my life. I finished and sort of slumped onto her, breathing hard, feeling the sweat on my forehead and the small of my back. 

I finally got off her and sat up on the couch, pushing her feet onto the floor. I looked around for Martin and saw him coming out of the bedroom, carrying a pillow in his hand. He grinned at me and then winked. This time, I grinned back and meant it, too. 

He walked to the couch and threw the pillow on the floor, right in front of it. “Come on, baby, my turn,” he said and Daria smiled. “Lay on the pillow,” he said and she tried to lay down facing away from the couch, with her head on the pillow. 

“No, no,” Martin said and guided her. He turned her around, made her lay down with her ass on the pillow, facing the couch, her calves resting on the couch seat. He grabbed her ankles and lifted them up. I could not imagine where he got all his strength from, but for one crazy moment, he dangled her in the air, her head almost touching the floor, her hands pushing against the floor. He moved her towards the couch, gently putting her shoulders onto the pillow, her back resting against the front of the couch beneath the seat and then he pushed her legs over her head. 

The position seemed very uncomfortable, her stomach gathering in several rolls, her legs awkwardly swimming in the air. Her weight was fully supported by her shoulders. Her face was yet again turning red. 

“Hold her ankles,” he said and stood over her, his legs on each side of her, as if he was going to use her as a chair. He faced the couch and as he positioned himself onto her shaved pussy, I had a glorious view of big dark dick slowly sliding inside her wet pinkness. She let out a loud “aaaa” as he pushed all the way in. “Good girl,” he said and she shut up. Obviously, he knew what to say to convince women to do what didn’t feel very comfortable. At least, that was the case with Daria. I could never have imagined myself in that position for anything. I stood there in front of them, my dick still dripping my own cum and Daria’s juices, undoubtedly my mouth gapping with amazement.