The good ending: Part One

After you said those magic words, there was silence. There was no more bassy grunting from John Doe, no infuriating giggles from Miranda or Sarah, and no more worrying squeaking of bedsprings. There was only an even more worrying silence, broken only by the beating of your heart in your throat.

"It worked, John!" Sarah sighed loudly, breaking the quiet. You let out your own sigh of relief, before dropping the planchette and heading out the door. Within you a whole tornado of conflicting emotions raged, where your relief was balanced out by doubt and anxiety. While you were obviously glad that the immediate threat had been defused, you had heard the girls moan some things that you would never be able to forget.

When you got to the stairs you took them cautiously, unsure what you were going to find upstairs and even less sure that you were going to like it. The steps creaked quietly beneath your feet, reminding you unpleasantly of the sound the bed had made as the three of them had romped across it. As you had advanced up one flight and then another, the sound of the two of them whispering reached your ears once more. It was odd, now that John Doe was gone their whispering seemed to carry a much shorter and more natural distance. It was only when you were on the landing within feet of the door that you could make out anything of what they were saying.

"Aw, I was hoping that would be permanent," you heard Sarah mutter cryptically, before you eased the door open. The sight that met your eyes was less perverse than you had feared, but still more bizarre than you had hoped. Sarah was knelt on the bed, completely naked and unashamed, her big tits and neat red bush on full display. Miranda, meanwhile, perched on the edge of the mattress in only her borrowed robe. The robe itself was rumpled and half open, baring almost all of Miranda's 36C breasts, and running only three quarters of the way up her thigh to show off a tantalizing amount of her long legs.

Between them Tom lay on his back on the bed, his cock still out. He was soft now and still annoyingly big, but it wasn't quite the monster cock Miranda and Sarah had been describing. Maybe when John Doe had possessed Tom he had brought a couple inches back from the dead along with him. The girls both looked up as you opened the door, but Tom didn't move. You judged from the steady rise and fall of his chest that he was asleep, or ****. Either option was fine to you.

"There he is, there's our hero," Sarah smiled warmly as she got down off the bed to greet you. When you looked at Miranda she only met your gaze for a moment, before she turned red and looked away. "Does she know I heard her?" You wonder. Thoughts like that are pushed out of your head as Sarah embraces you, pinning your arms to your side as she hugs you tight. "God, I'm glad that's over," she said as she let you go. Either she was unaware you had heard her and Miranda's enthusiasm for Tom's dick, or she had been acting that whole time.

"You know, John, maybe we could play our own little game in a second. I just need a shower first," Sarah purred, tiptoeing her fingers up your torso. As you looked at her and Miranda you noticed that, despite their licking, some of Tom's cum still clung to them. There was a noticeable white stain from Miranda's left breast on to the neck of her bathrobe and a few droplets hung in Sarah's red hair like baubles. Undeniable markings of where he came all over them, reminding you of how they'd begged for it.

As you stood there silently, Sarah seemed to sense something was bothering you. "Come on, I think we all need a shower," she said, opening the door to the en-suite again.

"Why do I need a shower?" You asked, confusion snapping you out of your aimless thoughts. You were perplexed since the only dirt on you was some dust from searching for the planchette.

"Fine, you don't need a shower," Sarah rolled her eyes. "But if me and Miranda are gonna be in there, I think you'll want to join in too."

"Sarah, I was kinda gonna have my own shower," Miranda argued weakly, squeezing her hands together in her lap whilst still avoiding eye contact with anyone. "Too bad," Sarah replied, grabbing Miranda's robe by the belt and using it to drag her along like a lead. "Come on, it'll be fun," she added as she grabbed you by the hem of your shirt and began pulling you along in the same way. Like animals controlled by their master, the two of you were led into the bathroom, still without properly looking at each other.

Once you were inside Sarah let go of your shirt and gave Miranda's silk belt a much firmer tug, loosing the knot and allowing the thin garment to fall open. There, still framed by the elegant curtains of the bathrobe, you saw your crush naked for the first time. The nipples of her 36C breasts were half covered by the inside hem of her robe, although they were still clearly hard by the way they pushed against the material. Beneath those gravity defying tits was her smooth and unblemished stomach, and past that you saw her neat brown bush, trimmed to a little patch of perfection. Below that you could see a shocking wetness, splashed over her inner thighs. She looked like a handmaiden, ready to give into lust and to allow her royal liege to ravage her.

"Really Sarah?" Miranda protested, pulling her robe closed again and doing her best to cover her drooling pussy with her other hand. "Aw, if it would make you feel better we can get John naked too," Sarah purred. While she still looked at Miranda her hands were suddenly on you, crawling up your torso under your shirt and pushing up the hem to expose your stomach. The unexpected feeling of her fingers on your chest made you gasp and finally drew your attention from Miranda. As you looked at Sarah you suddenly remembered that she was naked too, her hot body that so many guys at university must have fantasized about was nearly pressed against you. When she caught you staring her grin grew broader and she wiggled her fingers across your pecs, forcing a shocked laugh from your lips.

"Ugh, fine," Miranda sighed in resignation. To your shock, she allowed her robe to fall open again and grabbed the hem of your t-shirt herself. You were so busy staring at the four excellent tits in front of you that you neither helped nor put up a fight as the girls stripped you. Miranda hadn't even gotten your t-shirt all the way over your head when you felt Sarah's hands move to your jeans.

"Mmm, looks like someone's excited," she murmured as she groped your hard bulge that went a little way along your thigh. before you could say anything in reply, Miranda's hands suddenly grabbed at your belt. Hurriedly, she ripped it open and jerked down the zip on your jeans, like she was starving and your cock was the only meal in a hundred miles. "Someone's eager," Sarah tittered, before joining Miranda in yanked down your trousers. When your jeans were only to your knees they dropped the pretense of stripping you, instead pawing at your bulge through your boxer shorts.

Miranda had began undoing the button fly of your underwear, only for Sarah to scoff at her. She reached up above Miranda's fingers to the waistband of your boxers and tugged it down in one movement, your hard cock springing free to bob in front of their eyes. There was a pregnant moment of silence as the two of them stared at your dick, their faces completely inscrutable as they looked.

"Beggars can't be choosers," Sarah whispered into her friend's ear as she stared at your twitching dick. Before you could ask what she meant by that, Miranda reached out and grabbed your cock. Her soft fingers wrapped completely around your shaft as she began to slowly stroke your dick, her eyes still trained on your cock. While she played with you, Sarah helped to finish stripping you. She dropped to her knees and tugged your jeans and underwear down and over your feet, while Miranda carefully rubbed her hand up and down your hard dick. When you were fully naked she finally looked up, meeting your confused gaze with a look of embarrassment. She hurriedly released your cock and stood up straight, tucking a lock of brown hair behind her pink ear as she looked towards Sarah.

The red haired girl had moved over to the shower dials, that were on a sleek silver panel beside the cubicle. "Probably should have turned this on earlier," she said, as she started the flow of water. "This shower always takes a while to warm up. Stark naked, the three of you huddled together and stared at the coursing water in silence. If you had been paying more attention to your surroundings instead of your excited and confused thoughts, you probably would have noticed Sarah silently creep behind you.

Before you could react, two hands in the small of your back shoved you forwards. "You check if it's warm John!" Sarah shouted as she pushed you. You crashed through the water like breaking through the surface of an icy lake, stumbling across the shower and only catching yourself with both hands against the tile of the far wall. The freezing torrent you had passed through had instantly wilted your bobbing erection into a shivering semi, and you were so cold you breathed heavily through gritted teeth.

When you turn back around to glare at your assailant the sight of the two girls laughing at your discomfort met you. Miranda particularly seemed to enjoy it and, despite your embarrassment, you were glad to see her in full spirits again. As she was busy laughing, Sarah had sidled behind her too. It was obvious what was coming next, but you kept your mouth shut as Sarah prepared to **** her next victim. You were glad to see Miranda happy, but a taste of her own medicine couldn't hurt.

"Go warm him up Miranda!" Sarah yelled, shoving her friend the same way she had shoved you. Miranda was caught completely off balance and she was sent hurtling through the chilly water and into your waiting arms. You had caught her halfway through the stream and she hissed in your arms like a cat as icy water cascaded down her back. You laughed at her reaction before taking a step back, bringing Miranda with you to the relative safety of the far side of the water. She trembled as she clung to your arm, her naked body pressed against you for warmth and already reviving your flagging cock.

As the two of you held each other you both glared at Sarah, who was nearly bent double form laughter with tears in the corners of her eyes. "You look like wet cats!" She squeezed out through her wheezing. It was only as her laughter had begun to subside that you felt the water start to warm. Cautiously, you had reached a hand out to test it, to find that it was finally tolerable. When she saw you touch it without cringing away, Sarah smiled and stepped into the shower herself. Like in a shampoo commercial, she stood in the middle of the shower flow and threw her head back, her long red hair flowing down her back.

Following Sarah's lead, you stepped in behind her, your eyes on her ass that the water flowed lovingly over. Miranda joined you too on Sarah's other side, the three of you clumped together beneath the showers spray. To your surprise, Sarah did focus on washing herself at first. She rinsed off the last of Tom's cum from her face and hair, before retrieving a red labeled body wash into her palm. As she lathered herself up, foamy bubbles caressing her curves, she passed the bottle to Miranda who began to do the same. As you watched, absentmindedly rubbing the water up and down your forearms, the two girls soaped themselves up in an almost perfect recreation of one of your daydreams.

The body wash being pushed into your own hands by Miranda snapped you out of your staring. Forcing yourself to look away, you began to wash yourself too. The fruity smell of the soap would not have been something you normally chose, but you weren't going to be picky when you were sharing the shower with two sexy, and naked, young women. As you moved down your stomach you turned yourself to the side and tried to surreptitiously wash your dick. You didn't want the girls to think you were a perv playing with yourself behind them, but you also felt that giving your cock a touch-up before anything else could happen might be a good idea.

"Need a hand with that?" Sarah asked, her fingers cupping the soapy head of your cock. You gulped as you glanced up to see both Miranda and Sarah staring at you, and smiling. You couldn't say anything before Sarah began to "help" you, slowly pumping her soft and soapy hand along your shaft. Bubbles squeezed out from between her fingers and flowed downward over your heavy balls as she jerked you off. At first you thought Miranda was going to object, but then you saw her smile while adding another little puddle of body soap to her palm. While Sarah stroked your shaft, Miranda dipped your balls into that puddle before soaping and polishing them. Her fingers juggled your balls through the sensitive skin of your shack, as her and Sarah's hands made you groan.

"I think that's clean enough. Let's get dirty again," Sarah murmured, before spinning her back towards you and bending forwards. With her hand on your dick she **** you between her legs, your soapy cock sliding easily over the wet folds of her pussy. You barely had time to put your hands on her hips before she guided your tip into her slick entrance, your dick sliding into place like a key ready to enter a lock. You stood still for a second, your eyes glancing up to Miranda, asking for either her permission or her forgiveness.

When Miranda met your searching gaze with a smile and rested her cheek on Sarah's shoulder, you took that as an answer. Squeezing Sarah's soaped-up hips, you pulled her back against you and pushed your cock forward, burying your dick into her in a single thrust. She moaned loudly as you bottomed out in her, the shower making the sound reverberate around you. The sound of her moans were quickly joined by the echoing slaps of your bodies as you began to fuck her, your hips slamming against her ass and making it ripple hypnotically.

Sarah's body was hot and tight, but so soaking wet that you glided in and out like a water slide. You tried your best to forget the exact reason she was so wet, focusing instead on how her velvety pussy felt around you. When Sarah threw her head back and ran a hand through her long red hair, you reached up to grope her soapy tits with one hand. Another moan and an encouraging hand pressed to your own was your reward, as Sarah clearly enjoyed you using her body.

Miranda watched your cock repeatedly filling her slutty friend with unhidden interest, clearly getting into the swing of things after a cold start. She was stood with her chin on Sarah's shoulder facing towards you, watching the action and helping to hold Sarah up as her legs began to tremble. When you locked eyes with her over Sarah's shoulder she winked and blew you a kiss. Rather than just blow her one back, you leant forward and kissed her for real. Your lips locked for a while as you pounded her filthy BFF, her cunt rippling on our cock as Miranda's tongue brushed against yours.

While you were still kissing Miranda, her eyes suddenly went wide and her lips parted from yours with a gasp. Worried it was something you had done, you opened your own eyes in concern, only to see Miranda looking at Sarah. Glancing down, you saw that Sarah's hand that wasn't encouraging your groping was between your crush's legs, her fingers pushed through her wet brown bush to grope at her tight cunt. "Oh, you want to tease my clit, slut?" Miranda laughed, taking a step back and grabbing the handheld shower head off the wall. "Two can play at that game."

Like activating a lightsaber, Miranda flicked the handheld showerhead on before bringing it to bare at where your and Sarah's bodies met. The initial rush of water was cold, making you and Sarah both tense up, her body locking tightly on to your cock. As it warmed up you were able to move again, and Sarah's sloppy pussy felt even wetter than before. That extra lubricant made fucking Sarah even easier, and that playful smirk on your crush's face gave you added incentive to fuck her harder.

The gentle drumming of the warm water on your balls felt pretty nice but, from the way Sarah was reacting, it must have felt incredible on her clit. She arched her back against you as you fucked her, her smooth body pressing wetly against your own, and her legs trembled weakly. Soon, she was thrashing in your arms as the room echoed with ecstatic groaning, loud enough to raise the dead (again). "Yeah, you like that, slut?" You grunted in her ear, a few wet strands of red hair sticking to your cheek. "We're gonna make you cum like a bitch and there's nothing you can do about it," you added, Miranda's enthusiastic teamwork filling you with an uncharacteristic confidence.

Sarah seemed to appreciate it. "Yes!" She moaned. "Please make me cum! Make me cum, make-me-cum, makemecum, MAKEMECUM!" You fucked her hard and fast throughout all her moaning and, soon enough, you kept her promise. After sinking your cock extra deep inside her, Sarah's whole body tensed up suddenly, and her wordy moans descended into animalistic yelps. Her pussy became so tight that you couldn't move, all you could do was make out with her neck, as Miranda watered her clit and extended her orgasm into a drawn out climax.

When her orgasm finally subsided, you drew your cock from her clenching pussy, drawing another moan form her lips as you did. Your throbbing dick sprang up and nestled between her ass cheeks as you just held her tight for a moment. Miranda put the showerhead back down as you hugged Sarah form behind, before gently lowering her towards the floor. You would have just let her go, but her trembling legs made it clear that doing that would have just sent her to the floor anyway.

Miranda smirked as you lowered Sarah to the ground, but she still leant forward to help you. "I think she enjoyed that," Miranda told you with a smile, the two of you laughing at Sarah's jelly legs. "You can say that again," Sarah panted, sliding down so her back rested against the towel and she faced towards you both.

"Do you want me to help you out?" You asked her, as she pushed her wet hair off her face. "Nope," she shook her head. "It's your turn now, I wanna watch the fun." As Sarah settled she parted her legs, exposing her wet red bush and wetter pussy. You and Miranda looked at each other, neither of you willing to blink first just in case the other felt differently. "Please? For me?" Sarah continued, pouting playfully as she ran two fingers over her freshly used pussy.

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Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it. This is only the first part of this ending, the second part and the new "OK" ending are both available on my Patreon right now if you want to see them. For the OK ending, let's just say that John wishes he had been faster and also that he was slower.

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