STRANGE SEX

Ava’s POV

Chris raised my legs and wedged them on his shoulders—one leg on each. I lightly tapped my clit, trying to hold back the urge to cum before he slid his cock in. I was already at the edge, but I wanted to savor every moment with Chris first. We smiled at each other, and then he drove his hands up to my throat, gripping my neck as he pinned me to the bed.

“I’m gonna teach you a soft lesson tonight,” he whispered close to my ear.

“Fuck me with that monstrous cock of yours,” I whispered back.

He slapped my face lightly, and my skin turned red in patches. He slid his cock into me, and my body calmed. We stared into each other’s eyes as he thrust into me with passion. The desire overwhelmed us. We kissed deeply, and Chris’s mouth moved to my ears as he licked them, still stroking my wet pussy.

“You’re so good, baby. You’re so fucking good,” I praised in a soft, pleasant voice. The pleasure was taking over me, and I just wanted him to pound me harder and harder.

Suddenly, Chris stopped. When I asked him what the matter was, he refused to say a word.

“Am I not sweet enough?” I asked. He nodded, saying I was.

“So what’s the problem, Chris? You shouldn’t just stop like that in the middle of sex with your girlfriend. It’s annoying,” I said, drawing him closer and pleading with him to continue.

“I want a threesome, if you don’t mind. Can Alex join us?”

The smile on my face disappeared; I suddenly choked on my breath.

“You mean you want to fuck me with Alex?” I asked, pausing to process it.

“Please, my love. Do this for me. It’s the only thing that can make me happy right now.”

I looked into his eyes for a long moment and nodded, even though I had never done anything like this in my life. I was doing it just to make him happy.

“Alright,” I said, and he kissed me on the lips. Then he picked up his phone and called Alex to come in.

The next minute, Chris was opening the door for him. I was surprised. Alex stayed back? I thought they were all gone.

I was already wrapped in a towel around my chest. Shy and didn’t want Alex to storm in and meet me naked. We weren’t friends and I just wasn’t used to him. He stared at my chest, his eyes fixed on where my erect nipples pressed against the towel. He stripped naked in front of me, and his cock hardened when Chris dragged the towel off without notice, revealing my naked body.

Alex looked good too, but Chris was hotter. He had dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and stood about 5’7”, with a huge, curved cock that seemed to bend its head in another direction.

Was I up to this? I asked myself. I’d heard rumors about cocks like his—they were dangerous. I looked at Chris again—he gave me a head sign, asking me to give Alex a blowjob. I nodded faintly.

I’m doing this for you, Chris, I said to myself as I knelt in front of Alex, held his curved cock, and shoved it into my mouth.

Alex fucked my mouth mercilessly, like he’d been waiting for this moment—his cock driving deep into my throat as I stroked Chris’s with my left hand. Alex pulled my hair, increasing his pace until I almost choked.

He yanked me up with rough urgency and carried me to the bed, bending me for doggy style. He penetrated my pussy from behind and banged me like he was angry. I cried.

Chris stood in front of me and eased his cock into my mouth. They moaned softly, their voices blending in quiet pleasure.

Alex tapped my lap, signaling me to lie flat on the bed, which I did. He spread my legs wide and thrust into me at a steady pace.

“Oh fuck! You’re so sweet!” he confessed, slapping my thighs from the intense pleasure he was feeling.

He soon pulled out, and Chris slotted himself in again. He banged me like I wasn’t his girlfriend. I cried, but he covered my mouth with his palm, his other hand on my throat, gently strangling me.

“You like, huh?” he asked as he pounded into me.

“Chris, please,” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper.

Alex stood at the head of the bed, massaging his cock in my face and watching Chris tear my pussy apart. I held out my hands, trying to push him away, but he was too strong. His eyes were different. Something darker lay there: it wasn’t affection; it was vile. He hit me hard—harder—and I couldn’t even cry.

Just then, Alex, who had been stroking himself near my face, finally spilled it—all over me—and collapsed on the bed, weak and satisfied.

Chris, on the other hand, was still fucking me. His strength seemed unnatural. He must have taken something to stay hard this long. He’d been going for over an hour and a half—almost two hours.

Then he slapped my face slightly when I tried again to push him off. I wasn’t enjoying it anymore; I just wanted him off me. But he kept moaning and driving into me with his cock as hard as rock. He squeezed me tightly and finally came—every drop inside me. There wasn’t a single drop on the bedsheet.

He lay on his back, breathing heavily like he’d been running a marathon.

“You rode like a horse, man!” Chris teased, and they laughed, their voices thick and low.

Chris threw his arm over me. “Hope you’re a good babe?” he asked, looking up at the ceiling. But I was facing the other side, my heart aching.

This wasn’t right. This wasn’t how I expected today to turn out. A heavy weight settled on my chest. My vision blurred from the tears I fought to hold back.