Martha Anderson wanted to scream out her pleasure, as waves of sexual passion continued to rock her furry were-vixen body, but the moist and juicy werelioness pussy she was enjoying prevented her from doing so even as the werelioness was massaging her breasts and Martha continued to be fucked by the horny and very hard weredog between her legs.
Motion out of the corner of her eye caught her attention for a moment, and Martha saw her equally horny werefox husband William enjoying himself too. A sexy werecat was riding his cock with great enthusiasm even as he was tonguing the wet cunt of a she-wolf. What made the scene even hotter was the fact that the two women with her husband were going after each other as much as they could too. Kissing and pawing muzzles and breasts.
"I'm gonna cum!" growled the weredog.
Being flooded with the werelioness' new load of honey, Martha simply thrusted her hips harder in an eager response for the weredog to fuck her till his cock fell off!
Having been at it continuously for over an hour in a "private" (ironically named since none of them actually had front walls or doors) room on the upper level of The Were Club, Martha wasn't surprised to discover that she had either drifted off to sleep or passed out from her last intense orgasm.
What did surprise her was that now the she-wolf who was with William was trying to clean her vagina with a very talented tongue, but failing miserably because such action only made her wetter.
The werecat was suckling Martha's breasts as if expecting them to start giving milk at any moment, and William was cradling her head in his furry lap, his vulpine cock sticking up straight and proud out of its sheath next to her left ear.
"Glad you rejoined us honey," said William, with a smile on his werefox muzzle, before kissing his were-vixen. "It wouldn't have really been an orgy without you."
"Been a while since I've experienced so many intense orgasms in a row," admitted his wife.
"Well, we have been going at it for a while now, and it ain't even midnight yet," he said, glancing at one of the many wall clocks on display throughout the club.
"Who..." wondered Martha, while looking at the two women now giving her pleasure.
"Bambi is on your left, and Candy is between your legs, or at least, that's what they asked me to call them," he answered.
"I don't care what their names are as long as they keep up the great work they're doing," replied Martha, even as she started motioning for Candy to shift positions so they could engage in a breast centered 69 session of mutual oral pleasure.
"I agree," said William, even as he moved to join Bambi between his wife's legs. "Now that we know The Were Club is in business, we will certainly be coming back here more often," he promised, before Martha felt his talented tongue start teasing her clit even as Bambi continued to slurp out the cream still flowing from her cunt.
MEANWHILE...
Mike Lawson hated to admit it, but his daughter-in-law did have a good idea.
While he had enjoyed sex since his wife's untimely passing, it had also been longer than he cared to remember or would willingly admit to since the last time he and a lady were intimate.
So, after taking care of the prerequisites, Mike put the locker key around his neck and then pushed the door open with one paw as a 157 year old werewolf with just a slight hint of grey in his fur entered The Were Club proper.