The Plea of Three

Emily’s POV

Joe hammered into Iris, her pussy gripping him tight with each savage thrust, her moans vibrating through me as her tongue fucked my clit. I could feel everything; her insatiable hunger, his dominance; merged into one. Joe wore that devilish smirk, the one that said he owned every inch of her, savoring her submission.

Kathryn’s naked body slid in beside us, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and lust. I wasn’t sure how long she’d been watching before I invited her to join us, but the way her gaze darted from Joe’s cock pounding into Iris to Iris’s mouth devouring my pussy told me it was far more than she’d expected.

What surprised me was how perfect it all felt.

Watching Joe fuck Iris so completely didn’t feel wrong. It felt like this was how it was always meant to be, the three of us. Whatever social worries I had vanished when I saw his thick cock slide into her wet cunt. And having Kathryn join us felt just as right, as if she was always meant to be here with us.

She fingered herself, her eyes locked on Joe’s movements, on the way Iris took every inch of him. Her hand brushed against his arm, feeling the heat radiating from his body. Joe noticed her reaction, and I recognized the shift immediately; the way his smile changed when he decided to put on a show. He’d look at me like that when we were intimate, that place where tenderness and raw hunger collided. Tonight, though, I just wanted to share it. I wanted to watch him make Iris and now Kathryn come undone with his raw power.

Iris’s leg slipped from his shoulder as he grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Her face emerged from between my thighs, her lips and chin glistening with my juices, her eyes glazed over, fixing on Joe.

Then he, somehow, started to fuck her harder, pulling back just to drive into her deeper, faster, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust.

Iris could only stare at him, wide-eyed, her sounds turning into deep, helpless cries as each thrust stole her breath. She locked her legs around his waist, gripping his wrists, her body arching as she struggled to keep up with his relentless pace.

Iris’s POV

Oh fuck.

That was all I could think as Joe changed his pace. Every thought shattered under the **** of him; intense, overwhelming, too much in the best way.

Somewhere in the haze, Kathryn was there.

I hadn’t even felt her join us. I was too lost in Joe; in his size, his power; in Emily as she rode my mouth. But knowing Kathryn was watching, leaning closer, made everything burn hotter.

My hands slipped from Joe’s wrists, clawing at the sheets, gripping so hard I thought I might tear them apart, as he tore into me.

Kathryn’s POV

Holy shit.

I don’t think my mouth had closed since I walked in.

They were insatiable; Joe driving into Iris over and over. Her body lifted with every thrust, her sounds raw and unfiltered as Emily watched, her eyes burning with unspoken approval. She had moved to Iris’s side now, taking one of her breasts into her mouth while Joe showed no mercy at all.

Emily lifted her head, her tongue tracing the curve of Iris’s areola.

“Come here, Kathryn.” She commanded. I didn’t hesitate.

Joe looked like he was claiming Iris, and I wanted; God, I needed; for him to claim me too. But Emily was the one leading tonight’s erotic dance, so I followed her without question.

I leaned down and took Iris’s other breast into my mouth. Her skin was slick with sweat, warm and alive, tasting faintly of honey and salt. Emily moved again to kiss her, their moans blending into one.

I let my mouth wander lower; over Iris’s ribs, her stomach; and stopped. Her pussy was stretched tight around Joe, the small glint of her piercing catching the light as his movements sent shudders through her. She was gripping the sheets like she didn’t care if they survived the night.

Emily joined me, our eyes locking.

“Want to see him cum in her?” she asked, her voice thick with desire.

The words hit me hard.

“Yes,” I said, breathless.

She looked up at Joe. I followed her gaze.

“Cum in her, baby,” Emily told him, her voice steady and commanding. “Fill her up.”

My pulse thundered. “Fill her up,” I echoed.

We stayed there, watching, touching, running our tongues over her clit, her piercing, urging him on together. Iris’s voice joined ours, broken and pleading.

“Please… cum inside me.”

Joe thrust again… again… And then he gave us exactly what we’d been asking for, his muscles tensing as he released deep inside her, filling her little pussy with cum... just like we all wanted.