The living room closet 4

With a quickness you rip open the closet doors, exposing dozens of hanging coats and a few shoeboxes on the closet floor. Like a factory worker you take each coat and jacket off of it’s hanger to quickly search it. Some you pat down, some you rifle through, some you turn upside down and shake, the end result is that you search every hanging garment for the missing planchette. Once all those garments have turned up empty you switch your attention to the shoe boxes, opening them up and shaking them out in case the planchette had been slipped inside. As the pile of empty boxes around you grows, your desperation mounts until the last box clatters beside you. With a snort of irritation, you surge to your feet, and begin to blindly feel along every shelf and even surface in the closet. As your fingers sweep away only dust you begin to realize that the closet really is empty of what you seek.

You’ve only just begun searching this spot when you hear a low grunt from upstairs. From down here it’s impossible to tell exactly what was said, but you can guess. The sound of the girls rapidly repositioning themselves, slipping off of the bed and on to their knees on the floor, only confirms it. John Doe is about to cum. “Come on, do it,” Miranda exhales, still sounding out of breath from jacking off his dick with her tits. “We want it, we want your cum, please,” she continues, sounding upsettingly sincere. Throughout all this Sarah doesn’t speak, but when you hear the smacking of her lips you understand why. She’s still sucking and licking his balls, not stopping even as he’s about to cum, like she’s trying to egg him on further.

A final bassy grunt is all the warning the girls get. Although you can’t see him cumming, you can tell by the way Miranda pants and gasps that he’s covering her with his load. With a smooch Sarah’s lips leave his balls, and you hear her speak again. “Fuuuuck! Give me some too, cum in my mouth, do it!” She moans excitedly, laughing awkwardly from her open mouth as Tom’s ropes spray across her pretty face and land on her tongue. The two of them giggle and moan on their knees for John Doe as he pumps the cum out of his heavy balls and on to their waiting faces. From how long the sound of his grunting and their moaning goes on for Tom must make enough cum to match his prodigious dick. You can only imagine what kind of abstract painting Miranda and Sarah’s faces must look like after taking all this, his white load running down their cheeks and dripping off their noses.

Eventually, after long enough to drive home that John Doe really is paranormal, his grunting comes to an end. You hear one final sigh of satisfaction that must be him squeezing out the last few drops, followed by the sound of him sitting back on to the bed. Whilst John Doe is quiet, however, the girls are still not done. “Mm, holy fuck! That tasted even better than his precum,” Miranda sighs excitedly. “Sarah, you have to try this!” “Mmm, way ahead of you,” Sarah replies, loudly swallowing her own mouthful of Tom’s cum. “Yum, it’s like you’ve eaten a whole truckload of pineapple,” Sarah laughs, before tasting the cum on her hands like she was sucking chicken grease off her fingers. You can hear the pop of her sucking her fingers clean from all the way downstairs, getting the cum off every single one. When you hear an eleventh pop it’s accompanied by a yell from Miranda.

“Hey! Suck your own fingers!” She shouts, sounding more annoyed than disgusted. “Already did it,” Sarah shrugs, completely nonplussed by her friend’s annoyance. “Now gimme that cum!” After Sarah yells that you hear Miranda laughing again and the quiet sounds of a playful struggle on the carpeted floor. “H-hey, that tickles!” Miranda complains through her laughter. You can’t be entirely sure what Sarah’s doing, but you suspect she’s licking Miranda clean like a housecat. “Okay, two can play at that game!” Miranda yells, before returning the favor to Sarah. You hear the two of them giggling and gasping on the bedroom floor as they lick Tom’s hot cum off of each other. Soon the noise of them playfighting is interrupted by sounds of them making out again, trading Tom’s cum between their mouths, their wet tongues falling over each other while still coated in his load. The sight must be something out of your wettest wet dreams, Sarah and Miranda’s bodies intertwined, their lips sucking each other’s necks and their tongues running over their soft, fuckable tits.

This impromptu make-out session is inevitably capped off when you hear them both swallowing in satisfaction, eating his sticky cum like candy. You hope that with Tom’s cock drained this torment will stop, or at least give you some more time to find the planchette before they do anything else, but you have a horrible feeling it won’t.