At the sound of Jay's voice, Pagan, who had been dozing in a corner, snapped to attention. He bounded over to the bed. There was that same smell. He had come to know it well in the past few days. Now Jay was calling him over to take a good sniff of the hairy pussy that lay exposed before him. The pillow was still in place under the girl's ass, and her cunt was pulled wide open. It pointed straight up at the ceiling.
Pagan put his front paws on the bed and brought his long cold, wet, pointy nose close to the fur-lined cunt. Then, when he recognized the musty, somewhat fishy, aroma, he snaked out his long tongue for a taste of the hot meat that lay before him. It tasted good. Better than cunt had tasted before. The long period of titillation to which it had been subjected had made the juices flow unceasingly, and Pagan began to lick up the never-ending flow of hot cunt-juice.
At the first touch of the rough animal tongue, the girl began to squirm and writhe under the sheet. She seemed to be loving it. That was what Jay had wanted to see. She was game for everything. He felt a moment of regret that his own wife was such a prude, and that his only chance to be with a girl like this one was at a party where he had to share her with others, but then he forgot that, grateful for the fact that he would be getting a chance at her at all.
She was rocking her hips up and down, trying to skewer her cunt even further down on the animal's probing tongue. Her breathing was becoming rhythmic and labored. It was obvious to Jay and the others that she was coming to a fast climax beneath the brutal bestial ministrations of the huge wolf's lapping tongue. Her orgasm was only strokes away.
Suddenly Linda's voice interrupted Jay's reverie. "Call Pagan off," she said. "You've earned a turn yourself."
Jay was more than willing to oblige. "Pagan!" he called, but the wolf didn't even look up from his tonguing of the sweet flowing cunt. "Pagan!" Jay called again, this time putting a more urgent command into his voice. "Pagan, come!" This command he fairly barked at the wolf, who responded by snapping his head up, ears erect, and turning to face his master. Then, taking a last hungry look at the bright-red flesh of the girl's cunt, the wolf trotted dutifully over to where Jay stood and lay down at Jay's feet.
"Stay," Jay said softly as he walked toward the bed. This was the moment he had been waiting for. He was going to get his chance at last to sink his own swollen cock into the much-used, much-abused pussy of the sheet-covered girl who lay tied to the bed.
He knelt between her thighs and inched his way closer to her pussy, his stiff prick wagging from side to side as he went. The pillow under her ass had pointed her cunt straight up toward the ceiling, and so Jay had to position himself over her before he could place his throbbing cock at the opening to her hot cunt. When he touched the rubbery head to the warm inner flesh of her pussy, he thought he would go out of his mind with desire. Her cunt felt as though it had been brushed with hot melted butter. His cock slipped easily inside as he lowered himself down. But her cunt wasn't loose. It was tight and muscular, almost as though she were a virgin.
As his cock worked its way inside the hot honeyed hole, the inner walls of her cunt seemed to grab at it. They contracted in a series of spasms which tried to pull him deeper inside her. He felt as though her cunt had been waiting a lifetime for only his cock. The fit was perfect. Every wrinkle of her cunt was filled by a vein or bulge in the shank of his cock. It felt as though her cunt had been built around his prick. They fit like a hand in a glove.
As Jay pounded his prick to the hilt in the pussy of the new inductee, he felt a moment of deep depression. How complete his life would have been if he had met and married this girl a year ago. As he fucked her, his joy was restricted by the haunting knowledge that he would soon have to return to the cold bed that he shared with his cold wife. Any pleasure which he might experience here, tonight or any other night, could only be fleeting. And of course he'd have to make up an excuse each and every time that he needed to get his ass out of the house and away from Karen.
The warm woman who lay beneath him was throwing her body up at him passionately, as though all the fucking which she had been getting tonight had only been preparatory to her being fucked by Jay. He had been watching her all night, and he was sure that she had not shown this much enthusiasm to any of her other lovers, male or female, man or beast.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Henry moving toward the foot of the bed. In his hand was a pair of scissors. Then Henry was cutting the bonds which held the girl's ankles to the bed. In a moment, her long shapely legs were wrapping around Jay. First she wrapped them around his thighs, and then higher, fastening them around his waist, pulling him against her, driving his cock even deeper into her wonderful pussy.
Jay wished that the sheet would be removed so that he could press his lips to hers while he fucked her. He saw Henry moving toward the head of the bed, still holding the scissors. He cut the bonds which held her wrists, but for a moment, she left her arms stretched out as though they were still tied. Then, as Jay continued to pound his anxious cock into her hot wet slash, he saw Henry taking the sheet by one corner. He was getting ready to remove it, and Jay couldn't wait a minute longer.
Then Linda was beside him on the bed. Her lips were pressed to his ear as he continued driving his long hard cock into the still masked girl. He could feel Jan's lips nibbling at his ass, and he knew that he was only seconds away from his own orgasm.
Then Linda began to whisper in his ear. "Now get ready for this, Jay. It may be a bit of a shock, but think of how much pleasure we've all had tonight. Nothing that feels this good can be bad or wrong. Just keep saying that to yourself."
He could feel Jan's tongue working its way into his asshole while Linda spoke. It felt wonderful, and somehow Linda's words were just barely penetrating his consciousness. He didn't want to wait any longer. His balls were boiling over with the hot orgasmic load which had been building inside them all night.
"Ooooh!" he moaned. "I'm going to come!" Her contracting cunt continued to milk at his cock, and he was certain that she was about to begin still another orgasm. Then, just as he felt the first spurt of gism wending its long, tortuous way up through the tubes of his prick, Henry whipped the sheet from the girl, and at the same time she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her lips to his other ear.
"Oh, Jay!" she cooed. "I love you!" And they both began to come.
But the sound of that voice made his blood run cold. It couldn't be. It couldn't. It simply couldn't. Not Karen. Not his Karen. It simply wasn't possible.
His cock continued to pump jet after jet of hot come into her palpitating pussy, but he pulled his head away from her to stare intently into her face.
It was Karen! Impossible as it seemed, his own prudish wife had been lying here all night being fucked by her zoology professor, dildoed by another woman, eaten by his English teacher, fucked in the ass by a strange man, cunt-lapped by a timber wolf, and at last fucked by him with a roomful of spectators, while another woman licked his asshole. He just didn't know what to think.
But still his cock pumped its fiery load into her clasping pussy.
"Karen!" he cried in astounded disbelief. "What's going on?"
"Oh, Jay," she murmured. "The only thing that matters is that I love you. I don't mind who you fuck as long as you come home to me when you're finished. And you can see for yourself that, no matter who fucks me, it'll always be special with you. Why should we live the hypocritical life of America's middle class when we can both be happy and honest with each other at the same time." Then, before Jay could respond to her little speech, she asked him softly, "Tell me, how does it feel for you to have Jan licking your asshole while you fuck me, with everybody watching?"