Three to Tango (Deante and Lasciel

[lasciel]

Dave sat back on his heels with a quiet huff, out of surprise rather than any indignation. Then he leaned back further, pressing his chest and hips out with his elbows propped on the arm of the couch behind him. Without support his cock hung lower, jutting more straight-out than upwards. He watched Jonah expectantly, eyes half-lidded but brows slightly raised.

"Sure," Amy replied, though she didn't quite understand what Jonah's angle was. Initially she stood behind Dave with her arms at her side, but when those big brown eyes of her husband's looked up at them she realized his game. She touched the wolf's shoulders hesitantly, at first, and then at an affirmative sound from him leaned forwards to press her breasts into his back and drape her arms over his torso. With a bit of stretching she could stroke her fingers through Jonah's hair as he knelt down between Dave's spread knees, and giggled slightly as she did.

Dave nuzzled her cheek, but it was friendly rather than lustful affection. That latter energy was focused entirely on Jonah. "Go as slow as you need," he encouraged with a small sigh as the jackal gave his first slow lick, then sucked at the tip. "And mind those teeth." Jonah's were no sharper than his own, but having been on both the giving and receiving end of many a blowjob he knew the skill and caution didn't necessarily come easily.

But Jonah seemed to have the trick of it, and he didn't feel any unpleasant scraping sensations as he took more and more of Dave's length into his mouth. That long muzzle meant he could get a good portion covered without having to deep-throat (which he didn't expect the other male to try anyway), and while he couldn't purr like Amy he did make a pleased sound deep in his throat.

The cheetah twinned the noise with a true purr, enjoying the show even if she wasn't a participant. She'd given up on trying to stroke Jonah's hair as he worked, resting her paws idly on Dave's stomach instead. Feeling the way his abs fluttered and twitched as her husband worked helped make her feel more involved in the scene, even if she wasn't really doing anything (nor did she feel any need to change that).

"Yeah, that's all good." Dave sighed when Jonah stopped to speak, and now it was his turn to reach down and pet the jackal as he licked more casually. "He's good at that," he added, turning to glance towards Amy. "Your doing, or...?"

"Clearly he's just a natural." Amy replied warmly, reaching down to pet him as well. "I think you've stuffed that hole enough, though." She added as she stood up, giving both males room to adjust their positions.

"Mm, your wife has a point. I want to save plenty in the tank for the main event." He'd come here to fuck, after all, and while sucking was nice he didn't want to be so turned-on going into the main event that he popped off in the first minute. Amy had described Jonah's desires in terms of wanting to be thoroughly used, which meant he needed to bring both strength and stamina. If he came too early it would be at least twenty minutes before he'd be able to perform again, which was a bit of a mood-killer, so he knew he had one shot to get it "right".

No pressure, clearly, Dave thought to himself as he reached down and grabbed Jonah by the scruff to pull him up.

"I think you should get back on paws-and-knees." He growled, then let go so the jackal could assume the position on the other end of the couch where the towel was. "Tail up!" He added as he shuffled forwards, then grabbed the base of Jonah's tail once more and tugged him back an inch. "There's a good girl. Amy, could you hand me--"

She was already at his side, holding out a spoonful of the lubricant (with a spoon quickly grabbed from the kitchen, to keep from entirely contaminating the new jar). He held out two fingers and she dropped the dollop onto them, which he spread generously over his head and shaft. A smaller dollop followed, which he pressed against and around Jonah's hole, the slight roughness of his finger-pads evident without the glove in the way. Then he gripped his shaft and pulled the other male's tail higher, lining himself up for entry.

Amy had moved again to stand besides her husband, stroking his head and back with one hand and taking his member in the other, stroking slowly as her gaze flicked back and forth between Jonah's expression and Dave's dick.

"Ready?" Dave asked, pausing with the tip of his cock just barely pressing into Jonah's entrance.

 

[Deante]

Teeth were certainly one of those worries, and one reason why the effort was nearly all lips and suction and tongue, letting him keep his muzzle wide. It also required his whole focus. Now off it, he could relax. "Yeah, I don't disagree," he replied, nosing at the tip while peering up at them, tail wagging.

The grab earned Dave a slight hrrf, totally unexpected, and Jonah was easily lured up to a standing position. No need tot ell him twice, he was across the pillows easy, tail up, shoulders down, elbows dug into the cushions on the other side of the pillows. This was happening. They were going to do it. Okay. Remember to relax. Deep breath. When Amy touched his dick, it practically jumped, a flex of his kegels sending it bouncing.

"Amy, I appreciate the gentle affection, but when he gets going, the petting doesn't quite...fit the tone." Her husband smiled sheepishly. While not wanting to to exclude her, he thought the sweet soothing touches contrasted too much with a lewd ass-pounding. Half the reason they were here was because she couldn't summon the Big Energy to be rough, so he doubted she'd add anything on that front. None of that ruled out her grip on his dick, of course, or any vulgar commentary she might add.

To Dave, Jonah's answer was to press back carefully, butt wiggling, and peer over his shoulder to send what he hoped was a smoldering look.

 

[lasciel]

"Then I'll stop when he gets going." Amy assured him with a surprisingly wicked grin. At that point her role would change to making sure Dave didn't accidentally topple him over the couch in their mutual enthusiasm. The two had already discussed a vague sketch of the choreography, of course. "Now shut up and let the nice maned wolf fuck you into a puddle." She turned those big violet eyes at Dave.

"Yes, ma'am!" He replied, eager as Jonah to get going and only waiting on the latter's signal. Which he got in the form of a look and a wiggle, not hard enough to impale himself but it got the point across. "Let's start slow, make sure you can take it all..."

Dave finally pushed forwards, moving his hips with slow but steady pressure as he pulled back on the jackal's tail. "Fuck," he huffed after the first few inches, pausing to both let Jonah relax and to get his own breathing back under control. He was a tight fit, as he'd anticipated, and all the nervous energy between the two of them had left him feeling more sensitive than ideal. But he knew how to keep himself under control, both from bucking forwards as his instincts urged him to, and from winding himself up so tight that he popped off before the fun even started.

A shallow back-stroke, and then he was pressing forwards again. He was a little thicker towards the base, where shaft met sheath, but the extra bit of girth didn't prove a serious hindrance. With slow strokes he buried himself until his balls could tap against the backs of Jonah's thighs and lingered there, breathing heavily with one paw on his back, the other continuing to grip his tail.

"You doing alright?" He asked, knowing both he was the biggest and the first cock Jonah had ever taken. Even if they would be getting rough soon, it was important to check that the jackal hadn't had any second thoughts now that he actually had an idea of what he was in for.

Amy, who had been stroking him slowly the whole time, was the first to move when Jonah had given the signal to continue. As he'd asked she removed her other paw from his back, planting her grip more firmly instead on his shoulder. And her fingers, previously circled relatively tightly around his shaft, assumed a looser grasp that she could easily slide back and forth if he was the one moving instead of her hand.

She looked up at Dave and nodded.

"It's been a while since I've gotten to fuck an ass this cute." The wolf growled as he shifted his grip, no longer needing to hold the base of his shaft to keep it steady and gripping one of Jonah's buttocks instead. His short, blunt nails dug into the furred flesh as he squeezed and began to move, pulling back with his grip on his tail in counterpoise. His thrusts were short but powerful, driving deep as he got a sense for how Jonah reacted as his balls smacked against the backs of his thighs as he rolled his hips.

"And he got all dressed up for you." Amy added as she began to stroke Jonah's length again beneath him, her looser grip meaning that the shift in his hips every time Dave thrust forward didn't try to wrench anything. "That skirt makes his ass look so fuckable, doesn't it?"

"Mmhm." The wolf agreed in a sharp grunt, pulling back harder on Jonah's tail as he added a little more length to his strokes. "Very, ugh, fuckable."

 

[Deante]

The first couple of minutes of Dave inside of him would've looked very alarming to Amy, which was why the jackal buried his face in the couch. Jonah's mouth hung open, his face contorted, ears back, jaw rolling with every thrust. The expression might've conveyed pain--and there was a tiny bit initially--but really it was just intense. There was cock up to his eyeballs, crowding out his lungst. Exaggerated yes, but the word "stuffed" was fitting. When they both checked on him, Jonah pulled his head up and panted, "Gimmie.... gimmie a minute. Really full." He needed to adjust to the stretched state, and to chill that natural inclination to squeeze down on the invasion every time he so much as had a heart beat.

By the time he could breathe and relax again, "overwhelming" had thinned enough for "feels good" to finally start shining through. "Okay," he sighed, reassuring Amy with a squeeze, then lifted his hips. "I'm fine." When Dave started moving, the enjoyable sensation blasted past any lingering discomfort. Ears still back, his expression now slackened, lips forming a pleased little 'o'. This face he turned to let Amy see, cracking his eyes to watch her sidelong. Each thrust forward got a puff, but the now longer backwards pull--the sensation of being emptied causing his back to arch. Her grip on his shoulder actually enhanced things, gave the impression she was pinning him, or the illusion it was Dave's, and the jackal couldn't help but grind his cock into her fingers.

At first he really wasn't paying attention to them. Sure it was flattering, it was lewd, but he was quite distracted. Finally he grunted, "You're going to...dislocate my tail." That wasn't quit where he wanted Dave to be holding, pulling, pinning, but he didn't want to just direct him yet. Still... Jonah wanted more. Looking over his shoulder, putting on a bratty smile, an impatient tone, he added, "Is this really fucking my ass yet, though? If you can still talk... you're not doing it right." The jackal's tail whapped Dave on the chest.

 

[lasciel]

"Psh. If I'm doing it right you're the one who shouldn't be able to talk." Dave fired back with carnivorous grin, but despite his smug humor he did let up on the tail. Different strokes for different folks, and he didn't actually want to hurt the other male.

Amy had to swallow a giggle, lest she break the mood. But Jonah could see that his wife was smiling, too, a mix of amused and aroused and pleased that had her lips slightly parted and her tongue visible as she took in air through both her nostrils and her mouth. While she looked like she wanted to add something, she didn't, and let her gaze drift back up to the wolf.

"But I think I'm convinced everything fits." Dave added as he swatted Jonah's tail to the side. "Ugh, I need to make you stop that."

He bent forwards, one paw clutching the jackal's waist and the other fisting in his scruff, then pushing down and forwards to shove the other male's face into the couch. The change in position was followed up a heartbeat later by a much sharper thrust that buried the wolf to the hilt with a low grunt.

Amy gave up on her hold on her husband's shoulder, planting her paw instead on the couch so she could support herself without getting in the way. The digits of her other paw remained wrapped loosely around his cock, letting the movement his own hips made as Dave began to thrust again suffice for the moment.

"Is... this... better?" Dave huffed as he pushed deep into the other male, only drawing back a handful of inches each time. Each roll of his hips was powerful and even until the sharp stop at the end, punctuating his words with a puff of breath that he couldn't have stopped if he wanted to. "Is... that... what... you... wanted?"

 

[Deante]

Why was Dave always so unflappable, always returning fire. Jonah wanted to shake him a little, sometimes. Tail released and paff successful, the jackal shifted his tail to the side.

Then he gasped. Shoved into the couch, the arch of his back was obvious before that thrust, but a brief tense of muscles at that impaling drive. The jackal's head tilted all the way down, forehead into the cushions, so when his groan was audible in the basement. "Fuuuckk," was his eloquent response. With the grip on his scruff, all Jonah could do was cling to the couch cushion, although the muscles inside gave a good show of squeezing at every impact. Mostly that was accidental, but Jonah kept the grip a beat longer, making it tougher to pull back.

This was it. There was the physical domination yes, that was lighting up his brain like holiday lights. But then there was the hard clap of Dave's pelvis against his ass. The thump of balls against the back of his thigh. That collision of bodies was like being hit, but in the most carnal and sensual of ways. Jonah had nothing witty to contribute now, all he could do was hold onto the couch and take it, shuddering like a leaf all around Amy's hold.

 

[lasciel]

Jonah's sworn response was exactly what the wolf had been looking for. "That's... more like it."

He did, though, ease up with his use of force. Not because he was worried about harming the other male - Jonah sounded to be exactly where he wanted to be - but because he found his own orgasm building too fast. Grabbing the jackal's scruff and shoving him into the couch had made him clamp down something fierce, and the increased squeeze was more stimulation than he wanted.

"Calm down, darlin'," he huffed as he continued to thrust, letting Jonah's scruff go so he could pet down his spine. His other paw remained wrapped around his hip, though, and showed no sign of letting up. "He's so wound up." Dave added in Amy's direction.

"And he's loving every moment of it," the cheetah assured him as she resumed a firmer grip on her husband's length. "And I think it's time to move to the next act."

"As my lady desires," Dave replied cordially, as his paw roughly gripped Jonah's scruff once more. His hips stilled and he pulled out, but assured Jonah in a husky purr, "just so we can change it up a little. Now, I need you to come on up."

And then Amy was there, too, helping to push Jonah up from where he'd buried his muzzle into the couch to sit higher and a little back on his knees. She stroked his chest and stomach and leaned into kiss the side of his muzzle, then helped him shuffle forwards so Dave could get up and under him from behind. Rather than stay at his side she positioned herself just forwards of him on the other side of the arm of the couch, and kept him from toppling forwards as the wolf pushed him a little past his center of balance with one paw on a furred buttock beneath his skirt.

Dave had to spread his own knees so he could get a little lower but was able to get lined up again without too much trouble. He held Jonah's tail with one paw, stroking his thumb over the top of the base, and lined himself up with the other. A smooth thrust forwards and up, and a soft sigh, and he was back in.

"Now, no more burying those lovely sounds you were making in the pillows." He told Jonah as he let his tail go and wrapped his arm around the other male's chest to pull him close. His other paw found his throat, tilting his muzzle back with two fingers. Then he began to thrust again, short sharp movements that would've toppled Jonah without his wife's support. "Make 'em loud, darlin."

Amy had him well-braced though, chest pressed into his, one paw on the arm of the couch and the other reaching down beneath his skirt to take hold of his cock again. "Go on, give the nice wolf what he wants," she encouraged with a grin before licking her chops suggestively. And the way her paw pumped him certainly wasn't discouraging, either.

 

[Deante]

Wait, not so hard? And they were changing? But this was so good! He only had a moment to briefly whine, then Jonah was a bit lost in the rapid change of sensations. No scruffed, then scruffed again. Pulling the cock out was like leaving him hollow inside, hollow and aching to have it refilled. He was upright, and being moved and just went with it limply, already missing what he had been getting, but trusting the two of them to have his enjoyment in mind. Finally he was once again full, his expression no longer as alarming or intense now that he'd adjusted.

The jackal found himself caught between the two, a very lovely place to be, and realizing his predicament earned the two of them a deep groan. Having been held down was great, but Dave's grip on his throat was nice. Head tilted back so, it was pretty easy to let it fall even further, his pants right in the wolf's ear. The position didn't let Dave thrust so powerfully into him, but the angle had the jackal's own weight pressing his prostate down onto the thrusting shaft, an entirely new sensation that left him shuddering and intermittently squeezing. Then there was Amy, right there gazing at him, not just an unseen hand or weight.

Not as deep or sharp as before, his moans were nonetheless excited. Jonah had to force his head down, jaw nuzzling down into Dave's fingers, and tried to communicate several ideas. He was about to cum, it was gonna end up all over her stomach unless she did something. Her mouth on him would be great. This would be even better if someone could hold his arms down, but he didn't want to interrupt that hand on his throat. What managed to come out though was a warbling, "A-a-a-mmmyyyyy," followed by a whine that peaked each time the wolf thrust up into him. Trying again, going for a different attempt this time, he sputtered out, "Dave, use t-t-eeeeeeeth."

 

[lasciel]

Even if his moans weren't as deep or sharp, they were far easier to hear without having his muzzle shoved into the couch. It gave Amy more of a show, and Dave the feedback he'd been looking for. He enjoyed vocal partners, and Jonah's eager pants and whines were music to his ears. His own grunts added to the music, the wet sounds he made with each thrust into the other male providing the baseline that dictated all their other noises and movements.

But even with the shallower, slower position he could feel himself building up again. Jonah was no longer baring down so hard on him but he was still very tight, and having the jackal panting in his ear wasn't doing good things for his self control. That last concern was ameliorated somewhat when the smaller male brought his head down and nuzzled into his fingers, and he loosened his grip in a though to put those fingers in his mouth. But Jonah wanted something else -- if only he could manage to express it.

Amy, however, had years of experience of figuring out just what her husband meant. Even without being able to feel the firm contractions of his sphincter on any part of her anatomy, the way his cock trembled in her hand gave her an idea of what he was going to say before he finished forming her name.

"You heard him," the cheetah purred as she re-positioned herself in a way where she could bend over without getting cracked in the skull or trapped between hips-and-couch-arm. "Try not to leave any obvious marks." Those big violet cat-eyes looked up from beneath a curtain of dark lashes to regard her husband. "And don't do anything unexpected." Cheetahs had very sharp teeth all the way through, and while Jonah's wife was an experienced giver of blowjobs there were still always precautions to be taken.

Dave obliged the pair, hugging Jonah even closer (as he no longer had his wife's support from the front) and pushing his muzzle back up before changing from nuzzling to nipping. Up and down the jackal's throat, from the soft spot underside his jaw down to his collarbone. He bit more firmly closer to the shoulder, his huffs taking on the quality of a low growl as he continued to thrust with effort.

Amy's tact was softer, though making equally good use of her mouth. With Dave holding Jonah a little further back she could rest her chest on the couch and bring her face at a level with the jackal's throbbing cock. Her tongue was coated generously in saliva as she lapped at him, tasting the evidence of his pleasure from his slit before taking the first few inches between her lips. She sucked gently, at the same time continuing to lavish him with her tongue and holding her breath in anticipation of the inevitable deluge.

While he didn't have the cheetah's inherent sense for when Jonah was going to cum, he did know that Amy wouldn't have moved into "position" without good reason. So Dave thrust a little harder and tried to feel for that final tension just prior to release. When he felt it, he growled against the other male's neck, "come for me, Jonah."

 

[Deante]

Oh this was happening. Well it very well already happened minutes ago when he was invaded by Dave, but being utterly trapped on both sides, that now he truly was a candle burning at both ends. And that greedy jackal wanted more. More teeth. In his scruff. More Amy. More more more.

If Jonah were an outside observer, or wasn't so far along, he'd have pointed out Amy had too many clothes on. That black lace needed to no longer be hiding. However he was far from able to express that even before she sank down. The teeth on his neck made him squirm and arch, one hand clinging to the arms around him, the other braced on Amy's shoulder. Even with Amy's warning, he did try to ride Dave's shaft. Briefly. He didn't have the right leverage, and Dave had him held too firm. Tricks to return the favor were a bit beyond Jonah at the moment.

Not that he needed any finesse. Those hard pushes, the demand from Dave, the expertise from his wife--gentle, but still doing all that was necessary--and the Jonah came. When he did, his insides rippled over the wolf's shaft with rhythmic squeezes. A reflexive environment that none the less greedily tried to milk Dave, to finish things, to give the greedy jackal more. Jonah was limp in Dave's arms, full from one end that pushed and forced him to flood out the other side. Cuming while so full was an entirely different feeling, and like before when he'd been penetrated, it felt like he couldn't breathe, like his lungs had been pushed up into his nose. Not that it stopped him from moaning out low, a long whiny note.

Even coming down from his orgasm, his fingers flexed. He wanted to act. To do something reciprical. To return the favor, to find some way to pleasure his partners, but couldn't. Held, trapped, full, all he could do was wave his hands, pet a cheetah here and a wolf there and squirm, helpless. It was hot, but at the same time frustrated his lover's instincts.

 

[lasciel]

Amy made a small sound, not surprised or displeased but simply taking note, as her husband came into her mouth. Not that anyone needed the update; Dave could feel very well what was happening from how the jackal's insides spasmed around him. And both of them could hear Jonah's long whine, trembling as his diaphragm refused to obey his conscious will.

That rippling, and the limbic response of hearing and feeling the other male cum around him, put Dave over the edge two thrusts later. He halfway crushed Jonah against his chest as his hips bucked, aware that if he moved too far he'd crack Amy's skull against her husband's hips. But he didn't need much motion, the desperately tight heat still trembling around his buried shaft more than enough to give him the stimulation he sought as he pumped his load into Jonah. And at the same time he bit down a little harder, enough to sting but not enough to break the skin in deference to the cheetah's remarks about no visible marks.

The only one not getting on the orgasm train was Amy, but the cheetah didn't look put-out. She slurped down the last of the salty mess in her mouth and straightened, bringing her arms up just in time to help hold Jonah as Dave's own grip faltered at the end of his climax. They both looked a little spent, by her measure.

"You want something to clean up with?" She asked softly as both males caught their breath, though it wasn't clear who she was asking. Maybe both of them. After letting Jonah down to brace himself against the couch arm she produced two smaller towels from somewhere on the back of the couch, though didn't offer them just yet.

"I'm going to pull out now, alright?" Dave asked, or rather assured, Jonah. After checking that there was still a towel under them he braced a hand on the jackal's hip and slowly pulled, feeling the sensation change from clenching to pushing as he got far enough out to put the widest point on the wrong side of his sphincter. Lube and cum coated his length and dribbled down a bit between Jonah's cheeks when the wolf was clear, and then Amy handed the towels over for the males to tidy up with.

"You want to just recover for a while, or do you want some help to the shower?" The wolf continued after wiping the worst of the mess from his crotch and sitting down on the couch besides where Jonah was recovering. Amy was hovering a little anxiously, not quite sure if her husband wanted her touch, or Dave's, or no one's at all just yet.