... and Kate Makes Four

(Emily’s POV)

Kate and I stepped forward, pulse hammering, as Joe shifted above Iris. Her breath came in crushing waves, chest heaving, body still trembling from the orgasm that had just ripped through her. Joe’s cock was glistening in the sheen of both their juices; thick, veined, still rock-hard and slick. Iris was lost in the rapture of the moment, eyes half-lidded, lips parted in a soft, dazed smile.

Joe saw the look in my eyes; the raw, hungry need to see exactly what he’d given her. Without a word, he gripped Iris’s waist and spun her around in one smooth, powerful motion, sliding her across the sheets until her ass hovered at the foot of the bed. Her legs fell open instinctively, pussy slightly agape now, parted from the thickness of his cock. She’d been pink and wet with desire before, but now a thick, white flood of Joe’s cum had pooled at the edges of her folds, slowly leaking out in creamy trail down her thighs.

Joe leaned down to kiss her; soft, tender, giving her back some of the breath he’d stolen. His cum clung to her thigh, streaming slowly from her well-fucked cunt. I’d seen Joe’s cum leak from myself countless times… but seeing it now, dripping from our Iris, changed something inside me. It wasn’t just hot. It was possessive. Claimed. Ours.

“Your turn, Kate,” I said without thinking, my fingers already circling my own sex, slick and aching. "Let him feel how wet you are for him."

(Kate’s POV)

Emily’s hands guided me closer, her touch firm but gentle on my lower back. Iris watched from the bed, chest heaving, legs still spread, pussy glistening and parted; properly filled, Joe’s cum slowly leaking from her in thick, white trails. Joe’s cock stood hard and proud, waiting, coated in both of their climaxes.

“Your turn, Kate,” Emily said, “Let him feel how wet you are for him.”

I moaned; soft, needy, almost a whimper. I’d never let any lover cum inside me before. It had always been taboo, too intimate, too raw. But watching another thick rivulet pour from Iris, seeing the way her body still trembled from the aftershocks… I gasped, thighs slick with my own arousal, and climbed onto the bed.

Joe’s hands found my hips, pulling me toward him. Iris reached out, fingers brushing my thigh, guiding me closer; us abandoning all inhibitions. Emily joined us, helping position me as Iris came out of her post-orgasmic haze.

They turned me; slow, deliberate; so I straddled Joe with my back to his chest. I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my entrance. My pussy parted instinctively, ready to let him in.

“Wait,” Emily suddenly said, moving away from the bed quickly.

I shook, hovering over him, aching to sink down, to take him like I’d been wanting to since that day in his office when I’d threatened to soak his leather chair.

“Please… please…” I muttered despite myself, voice trembling with need.

“Listen to her,” Iris said breathlessly, Joe’s cum still leaking from her, staining the sheets. “She’s begging for your cock, Joey.”

Emily returned, holding a phone. I smiled; wide, wicked; as she pointed it at us. This would be the first time I’d ever let anyone film me fucking, and my body was primed for a hell of a performance.

“Take him, Kate,” Emily said, lust and heat thick in her voice. “Let him stretch you. Let him fill you.”

(Emily’s POV)

As Kate hovered over Joe, her pussy seemed to part, as if preparing to take his girth. She was ready to sink down; to take all of him, or as much as she could. And with the slick residuals of both Iris’s juices and Joe’s cum, it’d likely be an easier task.

But an urge stopped me. “Wait,” I demanded.

I damn near ran to the bedside table and grabbed Joe’s phone, determined to capture this moment in time. I cursed myself for not filming Joe taking Iris, marking her cunt with his seed, but we had all night; and hopefully the rest of our lives.

“Please… please…” Kate begged me, her body quivering, **** to feel him.

“Listen to her,” Iris cooed, Joe’s cum still leaking from her, staining the sheets. “She’s begging for your cock, Joey.”

I smiled as Iris teased, her pussy overflowing with his cum.

I pointed the camera at their sex and hit record.

(Joe’s POV)

“Take him, Kate. Let him stretch you. Let him fill you,” Emily commanded, phone in hand, capturing every second.

I was still primed; still ready, not a hint of exhaustion. The Voyeurs’ gift kept me on that razor’s edge, pleasure building without release unless I allowed it.

Kate sank down; slow; inch by glorious inch. I felt her pussy part around me, hot and tight. She gasped as the head slipped past her entrance, stretching her wide. Her walls fluttered, adjusting, then took me deeper; deeper; until her hips hit mine and she moaned, long and low, head falling back long blonde hair grazing my chest where her palms braced for support, nails digging in my pecs.

The feeling was exact; my perfect recall confirming the domain had gotten everything right. Every fold, every ridge, every clench. She rose up slowly, letting me feel her drag along my length, then slammed back down, taking me to the hilt again.

Emily smiled proudly behind the phone, filming as Kate rode me; hips rolling, breasts bouncing, moans spilling from her lips. Iris shifted beside us, moving up to kiss Kate’s neck, fingers finding her clit, circling slow and firm. Kate’s moans grew louder, body trembling.

Iris leaned in, lips brushing Kate’s breast, tongue flicking her nipple while Emily captured every angle.

I gripped Kate’s hips hard, pulling her down forcefully while thrusting upward to meet her, driving deep. The room filled with the wet sounds of our bodies.

Emily’s voice cut through; low, commanding, aroused.

“Fuck her, baby. Fill her up like you filled Iris.”

I groaned, hips snapping harder, cock throbbing inside Kate’s tight heat.

We had all night.