Tibby goes down.

"Not for you, mutineer," you chuckle when Tibby approaches with a hopeful look on her face.

Ashley looks up as well. "Yeah, scram. Make yourself useful somewhere else if you want to get back in the captain's good graces."

For a moment Tibby looks like she can't believe that she's being excluded, but then she gives you a playful pout and responds. "Fine, I'm going below deck!"

After a final glance at Annabelle's breasts she crawls past you, so you give her ass a little smack on the way.

"Don't be mean to her, mutiny is part of a pirate's life," Annabelle chides, but you're already busy on her boob again.

While you tongue swirls around Annabelle's nipple, you twist around so you can look down her body. Ashley follows suit just in time to see Tibby peel the tights off Annabelle's legs, which she uses her hands to part before turning around herself.

Winking up at you, Tibby gets into position and sticks her tongue out. At first she just waggles it in the air, teasing the woman who is straining to see her past your and Ashley's heads... not to mention her own tits. Moments later Annabelle gasps again when Tibby's tongue darts out to make contact. Tibby licks her with quick, fleeting taps, her tongue pointed so the tip makes the lightest contact.

Annabelle groans, her hands coming up to pull you and Ashley harder against her breasts. "More, please!"

Tibby can't hold herself back long enough to keep teasing her anyway. Flattening her tongue, she gives Annabelle a long lick and begins lapping at her cunt in earnest. Annabelle is done speaking now, all she can do is moan at the effects of this triple attack. While Tibby goes down on her, both her breasts are getting as much attention as you can give them.

Ashley's technique differs from yours. While you alternate between swirling your tongue around Annabelle's nipple and trying to engulf her boob with your lips, Ashley goes from tender kisses to nipping bites, while also using her hands to massage the boob she's focused on. That reminds you that your own hands are being left out of the fun.

Idly, you begin tapping on the tit you're holding. Tap, taptap, tap. Tap, taptap, tap.

A few repetitions are enough for Annabelle to take notice. Lifting her head, she frowns at you. "What is this, a grocery store? Are you trying to find the ripest melon?"

"I'm just playing with your - .. - ..." you tell her, tapping out the last part.

"Huh?" she asks, and Ashley looks up as well. "Wait, is that morse code? What are you tapping into my boob?"

You shrug, embarassed now that she's caught on. "Oh, just... I was tapping tit. On your tit."

Ashley laughs. "You are such a child, John. What, are you gonna tap dat ass next?"

At the mention of ass, Tibby looks up as well. But you're quick to catch her head with the hand that wasn't tapping codes, and push it back between Annabelle's legs. "Uh-uh, back to work before the mood is completely ruined."

Now it's Annabelle laughing. "It's too late for that, but please keep going Tibby."

Not long after that Annabelle is moaning again, well on her way to an orgasm as Tibby eats her out and you and Ashley suck on her nipples. You've stopped with the morse code, instead you're massaging her tit the same way Ashley is.