The bad ending

You stood in silence downstairs for a while, unable to comprehend what you'd heard. Did Sarah really want you to just give up looking for the planchette? Was she really going to make a deal with a spirit? Did she love John Doe's dick that much that she was willing to compromise with him? Balling your hands into fists, you went to continue looking for the planchette, despite Sarah's words. The shame of hearing the two of them, especially your crush, enjoying getting fucked so much by John Doe had filled you with bitter resolve. You didn't care about any "deal", you just wanted that ghost gone before he could enjoy anything else from Miranda and Sarah that you had only ever dreamed of.

"John?" You heard your crush call your name. "Come back now, we've sorted all this out," she said, the happiness in her voice the opposite of how you felt. Even when called back so directly, you still wanted to go and find the planchette. With a deep sigh, however, you give up entirely. Like a dog recalled you slunk back toward the stairs. You knew that if you stayed quiet downstairs it would only be more painfully awkward when you inevitably had to explain yourself to them. Or worse, they would think you were a coward who had ran away without even looking, leaving them to their fate.

With slow, regretful, steps, you slowly ascended the stairs. The playful sounds of kissing and cooing laughter echo down the staircase to you, twisted by your knowledge of who's doing it to sound perverse and taunting. The noise never stopped as you slowly crept closer, the three of them evidently reinvigorated despite their recent orgasms. Once you were on the same hallway as Sarah's bedroom you stopped in your tracks, a hard fist of dread in your stomach. You knew what you would see if you went forward, and you knew none of it would be good.

As if sensing your presence just outside the door, Miranda called out to you. "Come in John, he won't bite," she laughed, like she was talking about a big dog and not a possessed man. "Well, I won't bite him," a deep, male, voice added. It was the first time you'd heard John Doe speak coherently, and it sounded like smoothed gravel. There was still some hint of Tom's voice to it, but it was rounded off at the edges and sounded more proper than he ever had. To make matters worse, the girls laughed at his comment, tittering like he was the wittiest guy they'd ever met.

That invitation was impossible to ignore so you shuffled into the room, your glowering eyes held low by your furrowed brow. You didn't want to look at any of them, especially not Tom, but out of the corner of your eye you still took stock of the scene before you. The three of them knelt on the bed, Tom in the middle and the girls pressed tightly to his sides, whilst his arms wrapped around their shoulders. Sarah and Miranda both occasionally smattered his jaw, neck, and chest with kisses, even though you were right there. The both of them were completely naked, their soft and welcoming tits rubbing eagerly against Tom's muscular torso. John Doe was naked too, his soft dick hanging down to brush against the bedspread.

Cold eyes, like a shark, in Tom's smug face, followed you as you walked in. After a few steps you came to a halt in the middle of the room before the bed, still not looking up at them. Like a student in the principal's office, you stood stock still and waited for their attention to turn to you, unwilling to debase yourself further by asking them to look at you. When Tom smacked Sarah's pale ass her eyes flew open and a breathy gasp escaped her lips. Before she could close her eyes again and go back to giving Tom hickies, she noticed you, and she let out a little laugh like she had forgotten you existed.

"John, turns out there was nothing to worry about. John Doe really did just want to be entertained," she smiled, explaining it like you hadn't just been **** to hear the three of them. "And he's very entertaining," she added, laughing at her own unsubtle innuendo. "I think I like his sort of entertainment," Miranda chimed in, with a chuckle of her own. "I'm glad we've got so much in common," he growled, kissing your crush and running a hand down her smooth back to cup her ass. The two of them shamelessly made out as Sarah continued her explanation.

"If we give him what he wants, then he'll be on his way, no harm done," Sarah said. You might have disagreed about no harm being done, your emotions were pretty harmed right now, but you were glad to hear that this torment would be temporary. "So he'll be gone by tonight?" You asked, trying to keep your eyes on Sarah as he French kissed Miranda beside her. "Well. . . not quite," Sarah admitted in a way that made your heart sink.

Before Sarah could continue, Tom stopped making out with Miranda and kissed Sarah instead, taking her passionately in his arms as he cut her off almost mid-sentence. Without missing a beat, Miranda picked up where her friend left off. "John Doe wants a little more," she continued, tucking a brown lock of hair behind her ear from where it had come loose during her make-out with Tom. "Sunday nights. For a year," Miranda blushed as she said it, but you weren't sure if she was embarrassed to be telling you or excited by the prospect.

The world seemed to dim and fade around you. The **** of tonight wasn't over, it was only just beginning. One of 52 installments as your crush and her hottest friend gave themselves weekly to some spiritual sex god. The worst part was that they thought this was a good deal, they would happily suck and fuck Tom's monster cock every seven days. Based on the enthusiasm you'd heard them display tonight, they'd probably love to bounce on his big, pussy-breaking dick every night of the week.

Struggling to find words to argue with their insane agreement, you stood in uneasy silence for a little while. As you thought, John Doe continued to make out with Sarah while dominantly groping Miranda's supple body with his other hand. "What about Tom?" You finally asked. It pained you to pretend to care about that prick, but feigning concern for him seemed like the only argument you had that wouldn't just sound petty. "Are you going to give him everything he wants just because he has a hot body and a mammoth cock?" Was another question you had wished to ask, but you knew it wouldn't help your case.

"Oh, we'll "persuade" him to play along with the idea, won't we Sarah?" Miranda laughed shamefully again, making the manner of persuasion they would use abundantly clear. John Doe broke the kiss and moved his head down to motorboat Sarah's big tits, allowing her to speak. "Oh, he's gonna be so fucking persuaded." It seemed like a perfect arrangement. Tom's soul and John Doe's would be satisfied, Tom's body would get to fuck the girls twice. Of course, you'd be left with nothing. The girls weren't even sparing you a second look right in that moment, instead the two of them returned to fawning over John Doe.

Sarah shook out her long red hair and bit her lip in pleasure as Tom buried his face between her boobs, and Miranda kissed his shoulder closest to her as she looked on. The three of them were clearly gearing up to get back to the sort of three way sexual action that you had always dreamt of having with your crush and her friend, a little taster of what the next year would have in store. Sensing that none of them would be interested in talking to you again tonight, you began to sneak away to be alone with your misery, only for a clear, deep voice to ring out.

"Wait," John Doe stopped you, his cold eyes pinning you down in the center of the room like he was somehow watching you even with his face in Sarah's cleavage. "Can't have you going anywhere," he rumbled, all eyes turning to you and making you feel very small. "You might be sneaking away to find the planchette and break the deal." The thought had occurred to you, but seeing Miranda and Sarah kissing him so happily had convinced you that would have been a wasted effort. "I was just leaving to be alone," you stated flatly, meeting Tom's steely stare with dead-eyed acceptance.

"If he's slinking around the house, the deal's off," Tom stated bluntly. Instantly, panic appeared on the girl's faces, and the two of them sprang to work to convince you. "Oh please John, we need this deal," Miranda pleaded. "Just another hour or so John, to seal the deal?" Sarah added, joining her hands and practically begging you. The two of them implored you so earnestly that you knew this wasn't about the deal. They wanted to play with John Doe's dick some more, they wanted to ride it, to suck it, to bounce on it, to wrap their tits and lips around it, they wanted to be sluts for his inhuman cock.

With a deep sigh, you accepted your defeat that had been sealed at least since John Doe creampied Miranda, a creampie that was still trickling down her inner thigh as she spoke to you. Like a real cuck, you sat down in the chair in the corner of the room, to watch someone else ravage your crush and her beautiful bestie. John Doe smirked cruelly as you took your seat, like he was reveling in your humiliation. The girls didn't seem to notice his cruelty, instead giddily going back to kissing and groping him. Almost in unison, the two of them groped down his body to his big cock that swung like a pendulum between his legs, desperately groping that thick and slowly enhardening member as their lips peppered his cheeks with kisses.

It was clear what was going to happen for the rest of the night, and, from your impotent corner of the room, you could almost see what was going to happen for the rest of the year.

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