The bathroom cabinet 2

In the bathroom, across from the shower, there was a cabinet with a simple wooden door. When you pull it quickly open you see neat piles of towels, bath mats, and bathrobes, laid out across three shelves. Grabbing the first towel off the top you take it out and shake it, hoping that if the planchette is in there you’ll hear it fly out. When that amounts to nothing you grab the next fluffy piece of cloth and repeat the motion, then the next and then the next. Quickly you clear out all the bath towels as potential hiding places and repeat your unscientific process on the hand towels. After shaking all of them down and finding nothing you move on to the robes on the bottom shelf, tipping them upside down and waving them like a white flag with a flick of your wrists. With all the contents of the linen closet check you turn desperately to it once more, checking that you haven’t missed anything on the shelves. You curse under your breath when that final effort turns up zilch.

Somehow, against all laws of physics, you hear the sound of a zipper being teased down all the way upstairs. The girls are silent now, anticipation clearly welling up inside them as they slowly unveil John Doe’s bulge. Two feminine gasps make it clear when his apparently impressive member is revealed. “Whoa, you’ve got a lovely, lovely dick, John Doe,” Sarah sighs, sounding almost lovestruck. “Is it okay if we play with it a little?” She asks, although you can tell by a masculine grunt of satisfaction that she must already have started touching him. “Fuck, it’s so hard,” Miranda comments, evidently touching Tom’s dick too. “I can’t even fit a hand around it!” Sarah titters, the sight of that massive dick having made her and Miranda both quite giggly. “I wonder if I can fit my mouth around it,” Sarah continues, her giggling stopping ominously as her mouth becomes occupied by something else. “Oh, you’re such a slut Sarah,” Miranda playfully admonishes her friend. Sarah’s reply is unintelligible as she struggles to talk with her mouthful.

“Mm, mm, mmm!” Sarah moans around Tom’s dick before you hear her take in a deep breath. “Miranda you have got to try this!” She raves, her lips no longer occupied by Tom’s fat sausage. “This precum tastes incredible!” You can practically hear the look of disbelief on Miranda’s face by the awkward silence that follows, but then you hear the wet smacking of lips once more and realize that Miranda probably isn’t kissing Tom’s lips again. “Mm? Mm! Mmmm! Mwah! You’re right Sarah, that really does taste good,” Miranda moans. You can faintly hear something said in a low gravelly voice that must be coming from Tom, but unlike the higher pitches of the girls’, it doesn’t resonate down to you. “Well, if you insist,” Miranda replies. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” Sarah adds, both of them obviously acquiescing to that unheard command. The renewed sounds of them licking and sucking leave no room for doubt as to what they agreed to. They are both happily sucking his cock again, worshipping it’s impressive length with their slutty tongues, and pampering his thick cockhead with their soft lips.

For a while the only noise from upstairs is the wet, sloppy sounds of oral sex, until you hear a girl **** again. You’re about to race up there to help, presuming that John Doe is attacking Sarah or Miranda again, but then you hear that girl gasping for air and laughing. “It’s been a long time since I’ve choked on a cock like that,” Sarah moans, sounding wistful rather than regretful. “Want a try Miranda?” She casually offers your darling crush a chance to gag on Tom’s throat-filling cock, like she was offering her a drag on a joint. “I don’t think I can manage that,” Miranda replies, and for a second you hope that she might be excusing herself from this lurid “distraction,” until her next words bring you crashing down. “But there is something else I think I can do.” You shudder to think what that might be, but you know you’ll find out very soon unless you find that planchette.