You, and skip to morning

When you get home from the party you have a late dinner, clean yourselves up, and pretty quickly flop into bed to go to sleep.

The next morning you wake up to a hand grabbing your dick. Opening your eyes, you see Ashley sitting on the bed amd playing with your wiener. It's only half hard, which means it wants to point up but has the flexibility to flop and bounce around, and the bunny girl is amusing herself by making it do exactly that.

Your awakening ruins her fun since you quickly grow to full stiffness and lose that flexibility. Of course, that just leads to a different kind of fun. Her random toying turns into a slow, methodical handjob as she wishes you a good morning. You sigh contently, not saying anything as you take in the sight. Your pet is sitting cross-legged by your side, dressed in a red bra and panty set. Her loose hair is draped messily over one shoulder, and her rabbit ears are lying on the nightstand where she placed them before going to sleep last night.

Your other pet is nowhere to be seen, until she comes out of the bathroom a minute later. "Aww, John woke up while I was gone?"

You lift your head to look at the cat girl. "This was going on for a while, I take it?" Her ears are missing as well, which is a rare sight. She looks like a young woman preparing for a morning run around the block, wearing spandex shorts and a sports bra. Her hair is in a ponytail, and while she doesn't have her ears on she is wearing a collar; the thin one that looks like a choker.

"You weren't waking up. We have to amuse ourselves somehow..."

"Yeah yeah, don't let me stop you. Are you getting in on this now that I'm awake?"

"Don't mind if I do, Mr Floppy!"

"Don't call me that," you scold her, but you're also smiling. Tibby sits on her knees opposite to Ashley and... bap! She gives your flagpole a light swat, like a cat batting at a toy. Ashley's hand is at its base when Tibby hits it, making it shake in her grasp. Now you're really grinning. "What'd you do that for?"

"Playtime's over Tibs, can't you see he's not floppy anymore?" Ashley remarks wrily.

"Sooorryyyy," Tibby says and leans down to place the tiniest of kisses on the very tip of your penis. It jerks again, this time for a different reason. It wants a bigger kiss.

"Apologize like you mean it," you order your playful pet.

"I'm really sorry," she says huskily. This time she licks up the side and gives you an open-mouthed kiss, flicking her tongue against your frenulum. She doesn't break eye contact until Ashley nudges her head to the side so she can lick you too.

Tibby pushes back, but neither girl will back off. What starts as a playfight quickly turns into a double blowjob that leaves you speechless, your quips forgotten as you lie on your back and groan. You cum with a hand on your balls, two on your shaft, and Ashley's lips wrapped around your cockhead.

You return the favor during breakfast, sitting between the girls so you can slide your hands into both their undergarments and flick their beans. You're left with no way to feed yourself, so Ash and Tibby take turns feeding you. They don't mind as long as you keep fingering them, but sometimes they both try to put something in your mouth at the same time or tilt your glass too far, which causes a distracting rush to swallow before your mouth overflows.

Despite that you keep your head in the game, responding to your lovers' needs well enough that breakfast ends with two pairs of thighs clenching on your hands, trapping them between the girls' legs as they cry out and orgasm.

Then you get to tease them about the wet spots on their crotches, but they warn you that there might not always be a mouth waiting to catch your mess. "How would you like it if we let your cum shoot onto your shirt next time?"