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"You're sure you don't have a problem with him going first?"

"I'm sure."

"I dunno...you seem a little peeved by it."

Toccata was doing her best to keep Dan's feelings in careful consideration, but she'd been upfront with the tomcat about her intentions, and he'd claimed all the while that he was perfectly okay with letting Benton have the first round, that evening.

"I'm okay; really," Dan countered, trying to keep his attention on Toccata's expression, finding that her playful smile could do away with almost any frustration he would have felt. "After all, you're just being a good host to our friend...it would have been rude to keep him waiting."

Benton's lack of banter wasn't due to a lack of desire, as much a lack of ability: his tongue had plenty of venom to give if he found himself inclined, but he was more concerned with his sweet tooth right then, and Toccata's juices were among the sweetest nectar that he'd ever known.

A greedy tongue was pushing up and in, carving a delicate path through her moist, silky petals to sample her as much as she'd allow; there was no telling when Benton would find himself in that fortunate position ever again.

"To be fair, he...h-he's certainly showing me his own version of hospitality," Toccata suggested. Her legs were quivering well before Benton knelt in behind her, but a few minutes of a wide, canine tongue sliding against her folds and warming them to a greater touch was enough to bring an alluring sway to her hips...and an idea to her own tongue, as it came closer and closer to Dan's member with each passing moment. "Though, you are beginning to walk a very fine line of hospitality and greed, Benton."

Juices and spittle had formed a small trickle, leaving the soft fluff along the underside of Benton's chin soaked with sensual warmth. The Bernese would have been perfectly happy to wear whatever moisture Toccata would have offered him, but to hear that subtle tone of demand in her voice, he didn't want to overstay his welcome, either.

Clutching her backside in his paws and squeezing her flesh with a strength and intensity that undersold his stocky build, Benton used her body as leverage to pry himself up from the floor, all while clearing the last of her juices from his jowls with a swirl of the tongue.

"I'd hate to take advantage of your good graces when the man of the house is around," Benton claimed; he left it up to Dan to discern how sincere those words were. "But I'd feel that much worse to think I returned you to him unfulfilled."

"Not really returning me to him when he's sitting right here and watching," Toccata shot back. She knew she'd be playing mediator throughout the romp, but if she kept the boys focused on her delights, she had a feeling they'd have an easier time seeing the benefits of sharing the bedroom. "And since he is watching, you'd better be on your best behavior, Benton..."

Toccata looked back from her ex-boyfriend, capturing Dan's gaze once more: the tomcat was giving a confident, knowing smirk to his fellow man, wondering if the evening would end with their cooperation, or their continued competition.

"That goes for you too, darling," Toccata grabbed at his attention, with open palms capturing his bare thighs and pricking his flesh with her claws. "And speaking of best behavior, you're both doing a terrible job so far, keeping a lady waiting like this."

As much as Toccata's motherly figure was the main attraction, Dan and Benton were able to look past her body for just a moment. Their eyes met just long enough to share a silent agreement of a truce: if they didn't play nicely, it would likely bring their mutual fun to an end before either one of them had a chance to get their fill.

"You heard the lady," Dan echoed her sentiment. "You don't really intend to keep her waiting, do you?"

That was just over the line of 'good enough' for Toccata, and just enough for her to feel comfortable opening her muzzle against the side of Dan's feline shaft, bathing it from a unique angle with the flat of her canine tongue.

"Was never my intention to in the first place," Benton claimed, but those words rang hollow until his body bent at the waist. One paw settled against the natural curve of Toccata's hip, and the other held the base of a full, throbbing shaft, guiding it into place and offering the lucky Australian Shepherd only one quick, delicate stroke upon her clit.

His aim was better than that, of course, but she could only offer a quiet moan around her mouthful, and a proper, efforted groan when Benton's flesh parted her labia and filled the first, dripping inches of her womanhood.

"I do hope you accept my apology, Toccata," he added on, his words labored with pleasure after a single, casual thrust. "Though I'd be happy to apologize again, if that wasn't enough?"

"Sort of a funny thing to call an apology," Dan spoke up for Toccata, preferring to keep his fingertips curled into the long, raven tresses of her hair. "But if that's what you call giving her the love she deserves...then I think you'd definitely apologize some more."

Benton wasn't expecting the tomcat to get along with him from the get-go, but that little bit of comradery was more than he ever anticipated: he was happy to take it and run with it, even if that was all the cooperation he'd get.

"I'll make sure it's a sincere apology, then," Benton played along, finding his stride enough that he could release his flesh and put those stained fingers back to better use: he recalled how much Toccata loved the feel of his grasp around her hips as he took her from behind. "Just be sure that you're giving her one of your own."

His touch was a bit more delicate, but no less passionate. Delighted as Toccata was to feel a powerful squeeze at her hips and a deep, hammering thrust against her backside, she was just as happy, perhaps more so to feel Dan tickling at her locks and stroking the back of her skull as she adjusted, wrapping her tongue around the very tip of his member.

"I think she's a little more interested in...t-taking my apology," Dan countered. He kept his palm on the back of her head as she moved, but Toccata was in control of that portion of the act, opening her maw wide enough to dip the warm, open confines of her mouth onto the first inches of his shaft. "And if that's what she'd like, I'm more than happy to let her."

Those contrasting styles were mingling in the most organic way: Benton refused to ease off his pace, but the force of each thrust pushed Toccata a little further into Dan's welcoming grasp. She was able to guide the pace of the blowjob for the most part, but when Benton stepped in closer and buried the full length of his shaft into her eager depths, she stumbled and bent forth, taking the full flesh of her lover into the back of her muzzle.

A smooth tip tickled her throat, and a desperate, pleasured moan rumbled against Dan's crotch, forcing his body to shudder against the edge of the bed, and finally, to push back against her face with a slight, gentle buck.

"Sure looks to me like you want to take the reins," Benton mentioned, seeing how much effort it took for Dan to rest at the side of the bed, instead of using his planted feet for thrusting leverage. "Not that I can blame you for that...Toccata makes quite the pleasant little pincushion, doesn't she?"

Dan cocked a brow at the title, but for it being so blunt, he couldn't help a chuckle. "Think she's a bit more than that, but...point taken," he agreed, only to chuckle that much further at his unintended pun. "I'm sure she gets the point, too..."

"Over and over again, until it has nowhere else to go," Benton said, building his chemistry with Dan and allowing Toccata to remain the primary beneficiary. That added comfort encouraged the Bernese mountain dog to relax and get back into a proper groove, making it easy for him to pump into Toccata with the sort of intensity and pace that canines were known for.

Feeling that added weight against her lower back and a renewed grip at the fronts of her thighs, Toccata moaned that much louder around her mouthful, but she found it a struggle to manage the slower, gentler pace of her lover and the rugged, powerful thrusts of her ex; pulling her maw up from Dan's flesh and shifting her palm from his thigh to the base of his length, she decided it was the perfect time to employ a different strategy.

"You both have s-somewhere to go," Toccata corrected Benton. "That was the whole point of all this, right? Both of you going the same place...with no idea who the lucky father would be?"

Stroking from the base of Dan's length and gripping his member tight, Toccata had no qualms teasing her tomcat about the possibility of another man being the father of her next child, but that far along, the feline was up for the competition, no matter the cost.

If the worst that came of it was a full, thorough blowjob and a round of sloppy seconds, he'd never find the gumption to complain about his lot in life.

"I do like the surprise of it all," Benton admitted first, his pace taking such a toll on him that he needed to pause for breaths between the thick pap of his crotch bouncing against the backs of her thighs. "But it...s-sure is a kinky idea; you two really are a lot of fun to play with."

It did Dan's heart well to hear them referred to as a couple by the third wheel, but it was Toccata's curious, flickering tongue that kept him so pliable to the concept.

She'd do whatever it took to keep him hard and motivated for the second round, but she underestimated her own skill; she had no idea how close she already was to receiving a load of cream from both ends, until she felt the familiar, firmer pulse of Benton's member within her quivering depths.

Had a feeling you'd crack first, taking me like a wild fucking animal, she thought. But Dan must really be enjoying himself, leaking all that precum onto my fingers...is he about to pop, too?

Clutching his length a little tighter and feeling the flesh distend against her skillful grip, Toccata grinned, knowing that she had both boys right where she wanted them, even when she was the one mounted, pinned and held; she could think of nothing more empowering.

"Just hope you aren't...d-done playing with us just yet," Toccata murmured, looking back over her shoulder with a knowing look: she'd picked up on the change in Benton's rhythm, and one look at his face told the rest of the tale. "Cause it sure feels like...y-you...you're gonna cum, big guy..."

Benton shuddered, his grip faltering at her sides and raking her flesh with his claws. He was hoping to find renewed purchase with his shifting fingers, but those digits were only able to find a grip when he leaned over Toccata's back like a proper canine, trapping her in a full, eager mount.

His hips became a blur, his toes curled into the bedroom floor, and his arms locked Toccata right where she was, keeping her from being able to adjust when the streams of precum flinging from Dan's length spattered her lower lip.

"W-wait a sec," she tried to halt them, finding that she might have bitten off more than she could chew. "You're not both...b-both about to-

"Cumming...I'm cumming!" Benton growled, but as a low rumble built in his throat and a powerful throb shook an orgasm loose within the curvy canine, her stroking efforts brought a release forth on the other end, prompting warmer, thicker juices to spit from the end of her lover's cock. "That's good, Toccata...t-that's so fucking good...mnn!"

Full, thick and stocky, the larger canine was giving Toccata everything she could handle, but the bed was taking the first brunt of that force, and the wall by the headboard took the rest of it as the entire frame shook and slammed into the painted surface.

Lucky for Toccata, she found a gentler source of paint near her maw, and as the first jet of seed leapt from Dan's member, she opened wide and tried to catch it, only to find her neck and cheek coated with the mess; slick, virile juices spilled back down into her cleavage before she was able to catch his tip in her maw and contain any of the mess. "Mmm! Mnnnm..."

"Tried to g-give you a bit more of a warning, but you were so busy b-being a good hostess...I didn't want to...fuck...t-to interrupt," Dan tried to explain himself, but feeling a full, dipping suckle move toward his sack, he found words were that much harder to come by.

Actions made up for the lack of a voice in that brief, post orgasmic relief, and even Toccata found words beyond her reach as she swallowed up the last of Dan's first release of the evening, but she could feel his flesh relaxing, going soft against her tongue just moments later.

She'd expected Benton to slump over her back, exhausted by his rigorous pace; she pouted to feel his length sliding back out of her womanhood, letting a cascade of mingled juices spill to the floor...but a quick, firm swat on her backside perked her right back up.

"Mnn!" her mouthful kept her from swearing, but the sound was clear enough, even when she was swallowing the last of Dan's offering. A dribble of the same still leaked down her tongue as she looked over her shoulder, but Benton was already moving around her side, stroking his fingertips along the small of her back. "A little rough, don't you think...?"

"Told you I hadn't changed a bit," Benton reminded her. "And I still had a little aggression to get out of my system before I traded places with the gentleman of the house."

Toccata was convinced the boys would need a break, but she never felt Dan's length go completely soft while it swam in the warm, slick mess in her muzzle. She noticed a cheeky grin on his face, and looking down, she was every bit as delighted to see him throbbing anew as she was surprised.

"...Enjoying the show a little more than you let on, darling?" she asked.

"I didn't make any secrets about how much I enjoyed watching you have a good time," Dan replied. "I'll give the young man credit where credit is due: he set the bar awfully high for me."

Benton didn't need the ego stroke, but he was glad to have it all the same. "For the chance to show Toccata that I've still got what it takes? I couldn't give her anything less than my best, Dan."

"I'm glad that you did," Toccata admitted, her legs still trembling from the effort of taking Benton's best shots for the better part of that hour. "But now, darling...are you gonna enter the drawing? You've got pretty good odds of winning, after all."

Much as Dan wasn't the fiercely competitive type, he wouldn't dare to give another man the chance to leave his seed in Toccata without throwing his own feline yield into the mix.

"Believe me: I intend to win," Dan affirmed. "All credit given to Benton for putting on one hell of a show, but it's not all about the flash; you've gotta have some substance, as well."

Just being taken with such brutality, Toccata had reached the peak of her pleasure without having much of a chance to announce it, but she was already looking forward to a slower, softer approach from Dan, knowing that she was due at least one more climax at his behest...and as much as he put her pleasure ahead of his own, she could imagine there'd be plenty more than that on the way.

"I like to think there was plenty of substance in that performance," Benton tooted his own horn as he waited for Dan to scoot aside; he was perfectly fine sharing the bedroom itself with the feline, but they weren't quite comfortable enough to share the bed itself, just yet. "I hope you don't mind dealing with some of it while you have your turn."

Toccata shook her head. "Delightfully crass, as always."

She didn't have any problem pushing his buttons, knowing that the amount of teasing she gave would have nothing to do with the workout her throat was about to endure.

"I'd say that he should mind his tongue around a lady, but if you really find it delightful, I suppose I'll hold my own," Dan offered. "I've got a feeling you're not as interested in my tongue at the moment, regardless."

Toccata would have been dripping wet, even if Benton hadn't already left such a thick, warm deposit in her depths in the first round.

It took a moment of hesitation for the feline to grip the base of his length and stand in place behind his lover, torn between the arousing sight of Toccata's petals being glazed with another man's seed...and the reality of feeling the same upon his tip, as it pressed in gently against her.

"You know me well, love," Toccata confirmed. "I'm interested in seeing if you're up to the task of giving me another child...and I'd be more than happy to give you a strong vote of confidence."

She never had a chance to shift her posture, finding that Benton slid into place at the foot of the bed just as easily as Dan stood in and took a stance behind her, but where Benton forced Toccata into Dan's lap, she had a little more control of her hips, right then.

The aforementioned vote of confidence was a firm, eager push back toward the feline's shaft, bathing it with a slick cocktail of juices and forcing it to reach as deep as her inner muscles would allow.

"If you think he can still get it done, you've got me curious," Benton admitted. "Every guy likes to brag about what they bring to the table, but when the lady of the house is willing to vouch for him, that speaks volumes more, doesn't it?"

"Sure does," Toccata agreed. Her fingertips were crooked at Benton's flesh, trembling further and further down his thighs in anticipation of that first thrust on the other end. "I know you like to take your time, Dan...but it's not like you to make me beg for it."

Looking down and seeing how much excess yield was pushed out by that first thrust, Dan was toeing a fine line between being slightly overwhelmed, and ferociously motivated.

He leaned into the latter as his paws gripped the wide, birthing hips of his lover and held her steady, bucking into her with a little less force and a little less speed, but a much greater knowledge of where to angle his hips.

Toccata's maw opened, but instead of a shrill cry, her tongue simply rolled over her jowls, the canine looking like someone was scratching the perfect spot along the back of her ear.

"Though...I w-would...beg for that," she confirmed, her voice halted by each slow, deep pass from the feline's length. "I'd beg for it every...f-fucking day...if that's what it took to get another cub out of you..."

She had more control that time around, allowing her to rub her cheek against the side of Benton's shaft with a long, appreciative stroke, but the difference in pace didn't mean she felt less pleasure than she had before.

It was simply a different sensation, lending itself more to a proper, full body orgasm than one limited to vaginal stimulation; ever the attentive lover, Dan only needed to hook one palm around her hips to stay mounted on the curve of her rump, allowing his other palm to cup her womanhood...where greedy, skillful digits circled the hood of her clit.

"How much do I have to beg to get you to swallow a few more of mine?" Benton asked, letting his palm cup the side of Toccata's face with a surprisingly gentle touch; he wasn't above taking a page from Dan's playbook, if it would make for a more fulfilling experience for her. "Not really my style, but if it'll work for me here..."

"Wouldn't b-be the same if you begged," Toccata specified. "Just...hold it nice and steady for me, big guy...I'll be happy to keep being a proper hostess for you."

Much as Benton was welcomed into the bedroom, the second round reaffirmed how much it was Dan and Toccata's realm: the feline barely had to grunt to get a proper rise out of the Aussie Shep, and devious fingertips kept her from knowing when the next pleasurable touch was coming.

At the very peak of one thrust, he'd rub a tight, quick circle over the sensitive nub of her clit, forcing her to tense and squeeze on his length. Along the way on the next, he'd relax and swirl wide, slow circles around the spot without ever touching it; he refused to divulge any of his strategy by voice.

"If you're really s-so inclined to show her your appreciation, you could finish that pearl necklace I started," Dan suggested. "Not often that a woman can say her favorite piece of jewelry came from t-two different men..."

Seeing the remaining trails, still lazily making their way down the softer fluff among Toccata's chest, Benton could have taken whatever finish she was willing to give him, but her lips did curl into a wider grin at the idea.

Feeling his length throb against her cheek, Toccata went right back to work on his tip. "Would be a real work of art, Benton," she added on, before her tongue took on the greater task of swirling over the head of his canine member, clearing away the mingled flavor of her own arousal and the last of Benton's previous yield.

It was a heavenly blend, and at that, one that stayed with her tongue as she moved further and further down the shaft, muffling her continued groans of delight.

"Can't say that I'd get into the habit of letting someone else lube her up like this," Dan mentioned, his eyes still adjusting to the sight of another man's seed being frothed by his shaft. "But I will grant that it...it's quite the unique sensation, Benton."

"No kidding," the Bernese agreed. "Feels like her tongue has a layer of silk over the top, but it's that much wetter than it would have been...it...it's really hard not to just paint the roof of her mouth, honestly."

"If you're gonna pop, just do it," Dan ordered, embracing his place as the man of the house as much as he had the entire evening. "But make sure you get it in the right place this time..."

The second round was taken at a leisurely pace by comparison, but Toccata was huffing with as much orgasmic delight as she ever had, and her body was determined to milk both boys at once: inner muscles were already clutching and grabbing at Dan's length with a familiar, tried and true approach, and the sudden, slow bob of her head around an overly sensitive tip pushed Benton right to the edge.

Once more, it was Dan who would have the last moan, but he wasn't afraid to play dirty in turn, keeping two digits on her clit all the while...and rubbing them with impressive vigor when he felt Toccata's body fluttering with new, climactic energy.

"There's a wrong place?" Benton managed to ask, but he couldn't sneak in another quip before his eyes winced and his tip shook in Toccata's maw. She parted her muzzle, letting the lucky Bernese see the stream of his second load painting the roof of her maw, but the dribbling excess reminded him that he had a job to do.

Steadying himself and aiming a little lower, he coated Toccata's throat, making sure his seed painted the other side of her collarbone with the necklace that she so desperately sought after.

"So quick to forget what she wanted," Dan teased, but his own voice was lost to a low, eager grunt as his body crashed down upon Toccata's own. His sack bounced against the peak of her womanhood just enough to tease her clit, but it was the soaking, heated flood of his cum that kept her from falling off her second orgasm, sending her right into a third. "Good thing y-you already got this part of the job out of the way!"

The second, virile load of cum was swimming around in her womb just seconds later, and between the boys, Toccata didn't cry to the high heavens: she only managed a panting, canine whimper as she slumped next a still-leaking member, her tail swishing back and forth with the excited reality of what they'd done.

She couldn't guess who the lucky father would be, but she would have been happy to carry either man's litter...and she was happy to reward their combined efforts, either way.

"S...so...round three?" she asked, her voice barely escaping Benton's thigh. "Still another hole that could use some attention, boys..."