The dining room table 5

In the back room of the house, adjoining the kitchen, was the dining room. It was usually quite a regal and ornate space, but now decorated with plastic cups and empty bottles it looked anything but. The most eye-catching thing in the space was the dining table, a massive altar of mahogany that was so heavy you could barely get one side of it off the ground. Normally it wouldn’t be much of a hiding place, but now that it was bedecked with all the detritus of a party, it could reasonably conceal something as small as a planchette. Carefully, you pick up cups from the crowded space, checking inside them in case the planchette was tossed in. If the cup was empty, you discarded it over your shoulder with a clatter. If it still had any liquid, in you placed it on the floor, unwilling to sully Sarah’s house even though you were in a rush. One by one, you clear the table of it’s mess, with nothing to show for it. Once you put the final empty beer bottle on the floor you flip up the table cloth that runs down the center of the wood, just to make sure your target wasn’t stashed under there. When that finds nothing, you briefly consider hefting up the table to check under it’s feet, but ultimately decide against it. If the planchette was under there, the whole thing would probably be crooked, and besides that, you doubt even Tom could lift this thing in a hurry. Stepping away, you resolve to look somewhere else.

As you continue your search you hear Sarah speak again. “Wow, you came a lot. How'd you feel about returning the favour?” She asked, still a little short of breath from making out with Miranda. Two thuds and the squeaking of bedsprings that can only be the sound of Miranda and Sarah being thrown on to the bed follow that question. "Guess you don't mind," Sarah giggles, the bed groaning quietly beneath her as she makes herself comfortable. You can hear smooching again, but from the fact that the girls are both breathing and laughing like normal, you deduce that Tom is kissing either up their legs or down their bodies. When their breath catches in their throats at the same instant you guess that Tom has reached his target, brushing one girl’s wet pussy with his lips and teasing the others with his fingers. “Oh my,” Miranda moans. “How is it that a ghost knows where the clit is and some guys don’t?” Miranda and Sarah both try to laugh at that, only for Tom’s ministrations to break their laughter up with short breaths and groans.

The girls pleasant whimpering continues as Tom tongue fucks one of them and fingers the other. From the way the girls moan in identical pleasure it’s clear that John Doe is equally skilled at pleasuring horny girls with his mouth and with his fingers. At first, it’s impossible for you to tell which girl is receiving what, but then their thoughtless dirty talk makes it clear. “God, your tongue is so long!” Miranda whines as he laps at her g-spot. “I didn’t know two fingers could feel this good,” Sarah adds, muttering in disbelief at how easily John Doe is making her legs shake.

“How many girls did you fuck while you were alive to get this good?” Miranda asked, curious just how John Doe learned to make her feel this good. The sound of him licking at her pussy stops for a second, replaced by the deep murmur of his reply. Whatever he said, the two of them chuckle at it again, before he dives back into Miranda’s eager cunt. “Ohhh, those lucky women,” Sarah sighed as Tom upped the pace of pumping his fingers into her. Downstairs, you don’t want to have to hear any more of this, and lucky for you, you won’t have to listen for much longer. Even from here you can tell that Sarah’s sounds of pleasure are moving towards a noticeable crescendo, getting louder, higher, and more unrestrained from everything Tom does to her. "Holy shit, your fingers feel amazing!" She complimented him again, and now you can hear the wet squelching of his fingers penetrating her flooded channel. “Yes, rub my clit like that! I... I.... I-I'M CUMMING!" She screams suddenly, grabbing at the bedsheets so forcefully that you can hear her doing it all while Tom makes her toes curl with one hand.

As Sarah is still enduring her climax, Miranda approaches her as well. "Oh fuck, yes! Eat my pussy like an animal! It's so good!" She shrieks, Sarah’s loss of control seemingly giving her permission to be as loud as she wants. She’s probably holding him by the back of his head with both hands, burying his face in her gushing snatch while her long legs twitch in pleasure. “I’m yours daddy! Put your thumb in my mouth, PLEASE!” She yells, and by the sound of her sucking again it seems that Tom did what she asked. Apparently Miranda has an oral fixation or kink that you never knew about before. “Mmm, MMM, MMMMMMPPHH!” She whimpers around Tom’s thumb as his masterful tongue whips her into a frenzy. She’s so loud that even with her mouth full it sounds like she could be in the next room rather than up two flights of stairs. She rides out her orgasm suckling on John Doe’s thumb, her moans getting quitter and quitter until all you can hear is her breathing heavily through her nose, until he pulls his thumb from her lips with a light pop.

While the girls pant on the bed you hear Tom slowly get to his feet, towering over them as they twitch helplessly on their backs. “And that incredible dick of yours is hard again?” Sarah sighed dreamily. “Is there anything you can’t do?” You don’t want to know anything else that John Doe is capable of, you’ve already heard far too much tonight. You need to find that planchette and put an end to this.