Are you kitten me? The girls aren't even naked yet, so hop to it!

Over the next couple of minutes, you and Annabelle recover on the bed, her lying flat while your pets massage her upper body, you sitting back and watching with interest. Ashley and Tibby seem to be in a nurturing mood, but you know how horny they must be. You remember how Tibby was grinding on you earlier, and unless they've been playing without you neither has had any release since yesterday.

As their owner, you'll have to rise to the occasion. And rise you do, since the way they're fondling Annabelle is pretty sexy. Getting off your butt, you crawl over to join them. Since Tibby already had to watch Ashley wrestle Annabelle, and then gave her turn with you to Annabelle, it's only fair that she gets to go first now. Easing her off Annabelle, you smile at the former mutineer and begin to help her out of her dress. Tibby purrs as it comes off, spreading her legs so you can see her pink opening. Her hands take over on the dress when yours switch to her legs, stroking her inner thighs as you watch her undress herself.

Your cock, already at 90%, stiffens the rest of the way when Tibby's breasts bounce free. She jiggles them a little for you, then lifts the dress over her head and you find yourself looking up to stare at her beautiful, grinning face. But a moment later your gaze is drawn down again, following Tibby's hand as it caresses the front of her body until it reaches her legs. Taking hold of one of your hands, she guides it up her thigh until you're touching her pussy. One finger from her other hand is between her teeth, and she gives you a playful look before taking it out.

"I know you just got out of a big battle, but does your musket still have a shot or two in it for me?"

You grin as you move your hand on Tibby's pussy until she whimpers with need. "I think I can manage that if you help out. These old guns require a lot of maintenance, you know?"

"Oh, I'll take good care of it," the horny kitty assures you. "If I remember my weapons training right, the first thing to do is clean it. Leave that to me."

Your fingers slip off of Tibby's cunt when she pushes you onto your back. She follows you down and immediately starts sucking on your cock. Her lips engulf its tip and push down, tongue swirling as she takes as much of it into her mouth as she can. But before you know it she withdraws again, too impatient for a longer blowjob. Instead, she crawls up your body until her face is inches from yours. "Next, we need to tamp down the gunpowder using the ramrod."

"How do we do that?" you ask, wondering if this metaphor is getting away from her.

"Easy. I'm going to take this nice, hard rod of yours and ram it in my pussy!"

Ashley bursts out laughing, and Annabelle chuckles mirthfully too. But Tibby doesn't let that distract her as she rises onto her haunches, positioning herself on top of your rod. She hesitates, your tip just barely grazing her, and then starts to sink down. She descends slowly, almost agonizingly so, but her hips gyrate and shift in a way that generates incredible feelings while inch after inch of your rod disappears inside her.

"That's not what I picture as ramming," Annabelle remarks as she watches.

"Shows what you know about loading muskets," Tibby quips back with surprising composure even as you bottom out inside her. How can she hold a conversation with that happening? "You have to ease the rod in before you start the ramming. Watch."

Tibby steadies herself with her hands on your chest, legs on either side of your body, and starts bouncing herself on your cock. She rises most of the way up its length, then drops down only to catch herself at the last moment, transitioning smoothly into the next bounce.

"That's more like it."

This time Tibby doesn't respond, just moaning happily as she rides you with abandon. You think you hear Annabelle and Ashley doing something to each other off on the side, but you can barely percieve anything other than the hottie on top of you and the waves of pleasure she's giving you. Your eyes follow her heaving breasts up and down, and you reach out to hold them.

Tibby's boobs fill your hands, her stiff nipples poking into your palms insistantly. Tibby gasps when she feels your hands on her, and bounces harder as you start to massage them. It doesn't take long for her to cum with a shout, but she only stops briefly before she starts moving again. At first she just slowly rocks her hips. As you continue kneading her tits, she speeds up until she's doing something similar to twerking on top of you. Her movement causes shallower thrusts than the earlier bouncing, but it's much faster too. Your rod stays most of the way inside her, rubbing against every part of Tibby's pussy in a rapid back-and-forth.

Tibby groans loudly, and you're moaning right along with her. Since all the movement is coming from her hips, you can pull her upper body closer without interfering. Tibby's boobs rest on your chest and her lips mash against yours, filling your mouth with her tongue while she continues shaking her booty.

Things slow down for a while as you make out, and when Tibby breaks the kiss she's panting and looks down at you with half-lidded eyes. Her twitching pussy indicates your pet is on the brink of another orgasm, but she's holding back for some reason. You're unable to do the same, your climax has been building for longer and it won't be denied. Your hips buck involuntarily, and a few thrusts later you erupt inside the kitty.

Apparently that's exactly what she's been waiting for though, since she reacts by pressing herself against you, biting her lip and squeaking as she allows your orgasm to trigger hers. You wrap your arms around Tibby, hands exploring her back as she rides out her orgasm. "Bullseye," you hear Ashley giggle somewhere in the distance.

After a while Tibby goes limp, content to lie in your embrace and to purr softly into your ear.

When you manage to turn your head enough to look over at Ashley, you're surprised to find her sitting naked between Annabelle's spread legs. What have those two been up to while your attention was on Tibby?