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Donnie’s hand caresses my right cheek before sliding down to my throat and giving it a small squeeze.

Our control? I meant Owner’s control.

Holy fuck this is hot. I just came and my dick is already trying to rally.

I pull off Toby’s dick to start licking it like a popsicle and flicking the tip with my tongue. Imay not be attracted to women, but I heard enough techniques from the girls in school to know how to work my tongue effectively. The alphabet thing is a crapshoot for dicks, and apparently for clits according to Avery. Rolling the ‘R’ like you need to do for other languages tends to make for the best skillset, according to most I’ve talked to.

Glancing around Toby’s hip, Donnie winks at me and I have an idea what’s coming. I suck the tip of Toby’s cock between my lips and wait for it. Two seconds later, his hips ram forward, pushing his dick toward the back of my throat. It’s a good thing I was prepared because vomiting on my best friend’s crotch while we’re prepping him for an Eiffel Tower is not sexy.

Would this be a reverse Eiffel Tower? Inverted?

The squeal coming from Toby’s throat combined with the jerking of his hips reminds me that I have a job to do here and terminology can stay a mystery until I can Google it.

Relaxing my throat further, I let Toby continue to thrust down my throat while Donnie prepares his ass. We are trying to fulfill a fantasy for our pup, after all.

“I think he’s stretched enough. Ready to take his cream, Kitten?”

I let go of Toby’s balls and reach through his legs to give Donnie a thumbs up. The only response and warning I receive is a snort before our pup squeals an even higher pitch and starts to buck his hips in earnest. I do my best to move with him, but when he tenses up, I almost pull off. The first spurt of his release hits the back of my throat and I have to fight not to gag as ithits that one spot on my soft palate. Fighting against my initial reaction, I start to swallow.

The discomfort is soon forgotten as the bliss practically radiates off our swaying pup and I sit back on my heels to look up at my best friend, all trussed up and flying high on the endorphins.

“We’re not done yet,” Donnie says as he grabs Toby by the waist and positions him on his knees back on the bed and holds up a condom. “Do you want front or back, Kitten?”

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TOBY

It could have been hours. It could have been days. I don’t fucking care. Waking up smooshed between my two favorite people after a marathon of kinky fuckery is how I want to live the rest of my life. From the moment Shy’s dick exploded onto my face and he licked it clean, I swear my brain shut off. I want to remember details, but everything just blurs together in a kaleidoscope of kinktopia.

After they made me the center in the reverse version, they proceeded to make my fifteen year old self’s fantasy come true and made me the center in their Eiffel Tower. I think I blacked out from sheer sexual overload when Shiloh was pounding in my ass while I was choking on Donnie’s schlong and the two of them were making out above me. I have a vague recollection of being released from everything and held upright in a shower, but it’s all fuzzy.

“Toby, go back to sleep,” Shiloh mumbles before rolling over to give me his back. Usually at home, weswap spoon positions like this when we wake each other up, but I’m not tired anymore. I glance to my other side and see Donnie sprawled on his back with his right arm above his head. Pretty sure he had that arm around my waist when we settled in after the shower.

Shower. Bathroom. Need to pee…

I wiggle my way carefully down the center of the bed, grateful that Donnie is not the kind of person who tucks in the bottom of the blankets, and race to the bathroom to empty my bladder. As I am washing my hands, I look at myself in the mirror. I can’t stop the goofy grin that shows up on my face when I notice the faint red marks from where the straps of the harness and straightjacket dug into my skin during my struggles.

Glancing down, I’m really glad that my morning wood waited until after I peed to pop up. It’s not easy to aim when you’re hard.

After flushing and washing my hands for thesecondtime this morning, I glance at the clock on the wall in the hallway and see that it is fuck early o’clock.

I should go back to bed. I want to go back to cuddling with my… what do I call them?

My boyfriends? I think it’s too early for that one.

My lovers? Ugh – too soap opera-y

My best friend and my… What did Shy call him to get him all riled up last night?

OWNER

Oh my sweet baby Jesus, that’s perfect!

Peeking into the bedroom, I see that my best friend and our Owner are still asleep. If I go back in there now,they will just wake up and then all of us will be awake at a quarter till bird thirty. Instead, I think it’s time to reveal to Shy where I’ve been going during the evenings. It’s time for me to show off what I’ve learned, especially since I’ll be graduating from there in a couple weeks.

It's time to prove I’m not a screw up.

I’m gonna make them the best damn breakfast on the planet as a thank you for last night.

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