Becky gives in.

Becky steeled herself; she didn't normally do girls, but she'd had to before. She reluctantly began tonguing Sarah's snatch. Her labia were already slightly engorged, and were getting redder and warmer under Becky's kisses. "This is usually when the guy fucks me from behind," she thought.

It didn't happen; instead the woman dropped her nightgown hem and took the sides of Becky's head, guiding her to where she wanted it. Sarah's hips started to buck and sway in time with her excited panting.

Sarah felt something warm and hairy on her back; after a few tentative thrusts it stopped, only to come up in **** between her legs and impale her vagina. Becky tried to pull back but Sarah kept hold of her, forcing her to lick in and around the place where her husband's shaft entered her. Under the combined ministrations she came in practically no time, then started laughing as Becky took a flood of cum overflow in the face.

John stayed in Sarah, continuing to pump her hot cunt. The ecstasy of having his cock rubbed from all sides was fantastic, especially now that it was longer, thicker, and harder. He pushed his wife down and started licking the back of her neck while forcing her face into the ass of the other woman.

Becky's face was pushed down into the carpet. She wasn't munching rug any more, but now Sarah's cunt was being pressed into the back of her neck and she could feel each wet rhythmic thrust. Then she felt a tongue licking down in the crack of her ass and another, bigger tongue occasionally swiping her inner thighs. Another cum overflow gushed from Sarah and oozed down her neck.

After his second coming inside her Sarah firmly but gently pushed John off her and sat up. She ran her hands through the slick mess on Becky's neck and then reached down and massaged the girl's breasts with gobs of cum, concentrating on lubing and playing with the girl's nipples. John crouched down on the girl's back and Sarah nodded.

Eventually Becky managed to get free, dragging her aching and cum-soaked body away while John and Sarah continued to fuck each other. She crawled out the window wearing her once-jeans now leggings and a scrap of shredded cloth that used to be a belly shirt. She couldn't see going to the police; the story was too unbelievable and she had enough felonies on her that an investigation would result in a very long stay at Club Fed.

Sarah and John finally fell back and rested when the full moon went down and John reverted to his normal shape. Sarah noticed that the cock ring had somehow repaired itself and got back into place on John's dick, but she really didn't care any more. The thought of her own pet sex-crazed werewolf was raising ideas...