The First Union ( Multiple POVs)

(Emily’s POV)

Strings of spit still connected our lips to Joe’s cock, glistening with saliva from the relentless **** of our mouths. Iris’s hand met mine, stroking him; slow, synchronized, feeling every thick vein pulse under our fingers. I looked at Iris, her eyes dark and wicked as she took him back into her mouth, lips stretching wide around his girth, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard. She was a goddess wrapped in lust; bronzed skin flushed, small breasts heaving, nipples tight and begging. I wasn’t prepared for how quickly Iris had surrendered to this, how eagerly she’d taken to sharing him. My best friend, now our shared lover.

I tucked my hand under her chin and lifted her off him slowly. Her lips left him with a wet pop, a thin thread of saliva connecting her to the swollen head. “I want to see him inside you,” I whispered, voice thick with need. “Now.”

Iris bit her lip, eyes flicking down to Joe’s size; thick, veined, dripping with our combined spit. She smiled; shy, hungry… and fucking ready. “Okay.”

(Iris’s POV )

Emily’s command sent a fresh jolt through me. Her fingers had felt like fire inside me, knowing exactly where to curl, how to press, how to make me see stars. Now she was guiding this; guiding us; and I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I didn’t want to.

I crawled up Joe’s body, straddling his hips, feeling the hot ridge of his cock brush my dripping slit. The contact made me shudder, clit throbbing as I slid along his length, coating him in my wetness. Emily moved to his side, stroking his jaw, her voice low and commanding.

“Don’t hold back,” she told him; then looked at me, eyes burning. “Either of you.”

I leaned down and kissed him again; deep, needy, my taste still on his tongue. His hand gripped the back of my neck, stealing my breath, claiming me. He could have it. He could have all of me.

Emily’s hand slid between us, guiding his cock to my entrance. I felt the blunt head part my folds, pressing, stretching. I sank slowly; inch by thick inch; gasping as he filled me. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but I wanted it. Needed it. My pussy molded to him, fluttering around every ridge, every vein.

“Oh… oh god,” I whimpered, sinking lower. Emily’s voice was right there, soft and encouraging: “That’s it, Iris… take him. Take him all.”

I kept going until he was buried to the hilt, hips flush against mine. The fullness was overwhelming; stretching me wider than I’d ever been, pressing against every sensitive spot inside me. I rolled my hips experimentally, grinding him deeper, feeling him throb inside me.

Emily kissed her way up my back, lips brushing my neck, hands sliding around to cup my breasts. Joe’s hands gripped my waist, guiding me as I rose and sank, rose and sank; slow at first, then faster, the wet sounds of my pussy and my cries filling the room.

I pressed my forehead to his, looked into his eyes; dark, intense, full of love and hunger. Emily’s breath was hot on my neck. “You feel him, baby? Feel how deep he is?”

“Yes,” I gasped, hips rolling harder. “Fuck… yes.”

(Joe’s POV)

Iris’s pussy was heaven; gripping me like she was made for this, for me. Every time she sank down, she took me deeper, her walls fluttering around my cock, slick and perfect. Emily’s hand slid between us, fingers circling Iris’s clit in time with her movements, making her moan louder, hips bucking harder.

I gripped her waist, guiding her rhythm; slow at first, letting her adjust, then faster, deeper. She rode me with growing confidence, breasts bouncing softly, nipples hard and dark. Emily kissed her neck, her shoulder, whispering filthy praise: “Look at you, Irie… taking him so well. You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”

Iris’s eyes met mine; her forehead pressing against mine, desparate, wide, glassy, full of trust and need. I thrust up to meet her, driving deeper, feeling her clench around me every time I bottomed out.

Emily’s fingers never stopped; rubbing Iris’s clit faster now, matching our rhythm. Iris’s moans turned to cries, body trembling. “Oh god… Joey… Emmy…”

I felt her pussy flutter, tighten; another orgasm building fast. Emily leaned in, kissing Iris deeply, tongues sliding, while her fingers worked faster.

“That’s it, baby,” Emily purred against her lips. “Come for us. Come all over his cock.”

Iris shattered; back arching, cry tearing from her throat, screaming into the sky, pussy clamping down on me like a velvet fist. I groaned, holding her hips as she rode out the waves, milking me with every pulse.

Emily kissed her through it, soft and loving, then looked at me; eyes dark, wicked, proud.

“She’s ready for more,” she whispered.

I smiled; slow, hungry. Cause I was ready for more too.