The OK ending

There was a thud and an exasperated sigh, but other than that, nothing. "Miranda? Did it work?" You shouted, hoping against hope to hear your crush's voice. "Yeah, you did it John," she yelled back, a tone of irritation in her voice. She was probably just annoyed that it took you so long. With a renewed lightness in your soul, you took off toward the stairs. Taking them two at a time, you bounded up the staircase towards Miranda, eager to receive your hero's welcome.

A lot of what you'd heard had been pretty upsetting, but, since you'd stopped things before Miranda could do anything too crazy, things should be okay now. Everything could just go back to normal and you could pretend you never heard Sarah and your crush worshipping a ghost's mammoth cock. Once you arrive on the landing, you heard exasperated whispering and the sound of someone moving around on the bed.

Picking your way through the splintered debris of the door, you silently reentered Sarah's bedroom. Sarah was led on her side on the far side of the bed, while Tom was on his back fast asleep beside her. Miranda was knelt on the side of the bed closest to the door with her back towards you, whilst leant over Tom's crotch. Her attention was clearly not on your approach, and you could tell by the way her shoulders moved that she was doing something, but you couldn't tell what.

"How come you get to . . . and I don't?" Miranda hissed to her friend across the comatose Tom, the middle part of her sentence escaping your ears. "First come, first served. Or maybe first come, first come," Sarah giggled quietly, but it sounded like complete nonsense to you. "Miranda?" You called out, finally getting her attention. You saw her elbows hurriedly pull back, so her hands rested in her lap, before she looked at you. To your surprise, she didn't look overwhelmingly grateful. There was a strange look in her eye, with a hint of irritation or something else, like she really did not appreciate your timing.

As Miranda turned to face you, she uncovered Tom's dick that had been hidden behind her. It was soft now, but despite that, it was still nearly as big as they had described. It flopped halfway along his thigh, longer than you were when you were hard even though it was soft, and thick enough that you were surprised the girls had been able to get their mouths around it at all. Worst of all, it gleamed with Sarah's sticky girlcum, proof of how much she'd enjoyed it. "Evidence to how much Miranda might have enjoyed it too?" You thought, before shaking your head quickly and stepping in to the room.

"Miranda, I'm so glad you're okay," you began, striding towards the bed. As you approached she didn't meet your eyes, her gaze instead travelling south to a shameful bulge in your jeans. "Miranda?" You said her name again, while she wordlessly turned her body to face you. Looking at her head on, you saw that her robe was wrenched open and pulled halfway down her pale shoulders, barely covering an inch of her nude body. Her 36C tits, framed by silk like they belonged to a ravished geisha, distracted you as she slipped off the bed and advanced on you.

You had expected a hug, or maybe a kiss on the cheek, instead, Miranda's hands went straight to your belt. She loosed your belt and ripped down the zipper of your jeans like she needed what was in your pants to live. She was a lot more eager to give you your reward than you'd expected, but you weren't complaining about that. You might have complained about her choice of location, however. Whilst she struggled with the button above your zip, you finally found your voice.

"Whoah, Miranda! Here?" You looked over to Tom and Sarah, who peaked over his body with her head resting on his stomach. She shamelessly drummed her fingers on his limp shaft as she watched and smirked. Miranda looked up too, glancing at her spectator. Sarah grabbed Tom's limp cock by the base and waggled it in the air, waving the seven inches at Miranda like she was saying hi. "Ugh, fine," Miranda sighed and rolled her eyes. She grabbed you by the shirt and dragged you, at a speed that was nearly a run, out of the room and across the hall.

Miranda seemed to know Sarah's house well, as she brought you quickly into another bedroom. Forcefully, she brought you over to the bed and shoved you on to it, making you land on your back with a bump. You pushed yourself up on your elbows to look at her, and maybe say something, only to be cut off as she pounced on you like an animal. Her knees landed on either side of your hips, her wet pussy shamelessly bared to you beneath a neat brown bush. While you were still staring at her nude beauty, her hands went back to your jeans again. In an instant she undid that last button and yanked down your jeans and your boxers, allowing your hard dick to spring free.

She eyed your twitching six inches for a moment, nostrils flaring, before roughly grabbing it by the base and lining it up with her slick entrance. "Miranda, wait!" You gasped. You had hoped to tell her how much she meant to you, or how you had dreamt of this moment, or how long you'd looked forward to being with her. Before you could, her hips dropped, taking every inch of your dick into her wet pussy in a single stroke.

The cauldron that broiled around your cock took your breath away, but before you could even begin to adjust Miranda began to move. Resting her hands on her stomach, she slammed her body up and down your cock as fast as she could, driving your pelvis into the mattress. The bed groaned loudly under such rough treatment, and you felt the same way. Hearing the two of them frolicking with John Doe's cock had turned you on, as much as you were ashamed to admit it, now Miranda bouncing on your dick like it was the last one at earth was bringing your orgasm forth much quicker than you would like.

Grabbing the bedspread, you tried to keep from cumming by thinking unsexy thoughts, but Miranda made that nearly impossible. "Fuck, deeper, deeper, deeper!" She screamed, bouncing her hips up and down the bottom inch of your cock even though you had no more dick to give her. "More, Daddy, more!" She groaned, grinding her pelvis against you to extract every iota of pleasure that she could. When she started riding you again in big, enthusiastic, strokes you made the mistake of opening your eyes and looking at her.

Her face was as beautiful as ever, even with her eyes screwed shut and her teeth nibbling on her bottom lip. What made you regret looking at her were her 36C tits, that bounced hypnotically as she fucked herself on your prick. The sight was beautiful, two perfect, pale boobs bouncing in semi-circles, what made you regret looking was how the sight spurred on your looming orgasm. "F-fuck, Miranda, I'm gonna cum!" You groaned, still unable to tear your eyes away from her big bouncy boobs.

"Not yet! Not yet, not yet!" Your crush gasped desperately before riding you even faster, which didn't help matters. You tried to hold on for her, but it was impossible. Her heavenly pussy and angelic body were too much for your poor prick. "I'm cumming!" You groaned, barely able to move your hands to Miranda's hips and pull her off you in time. Your spurting cock fired all over her lower stomach, splashing the underside of her 36C tits with your cum as she sat atop you.

Miranda was still as she straddled you, her breathing heavy as she eyed your squirting and shrinking dick with an inscrutable expression. As your dick finished twitching, her hooded eyes shifted from it up to your face. "Sorry, you're just so hot," you murmured weakly, but Miranda just eyed you silently. Without another word she stood up on the bed, your cum still dripping down her, and stalked up your body. Led on your back, you could do nothing but watch her swaying hips as she moved.

Once she was level with your face she threw her leg over you to stand on both your sides, glowering down on you as you could only wordlessly look up. Her expression cowed you into silence and, despite normally being taller and stronger than her, in this position you felt completely at her mercy. "Eat," she grunted, before dropping to her knees and sitting on your face. Her wet cunt, **** against your mouth and nose, made it difficult to breathe as her trickling moisture flowed down your throat.

Taking her hips in your hands again, you began to eat her pussy like your life depended on it. Judging from how hard it was to breathe when she **** her pussy down on your face, your life might actually have depended on it. Your tongue flickered up and down every inch it could reach of her sensitive honeypot, penetrating her depths that your cock had moved through only seconds earlier. Just like before, Miranda was never still. She ground her hips in circles, smearing your face with her love juices as she tried to use the bridge of your nose to rub her clit.

Miranda's musk flooded your nose and overwhelmed your senses as you did your best to lick her pussy, tracing your tongue over her folds and only getting quiet grunts and moans in return. Two hands gripped you by the hair as you ate, pulling you up and forcing your tongue even deeper into Miranda's snatch. The grip on your hair was almost painful as Miranda pulled you into her pussy with such ****, it was like she was trying to rip your hair out. You tried to move your mouth up, to bring some sorely needed attention to her clit, but Miranda's hands held you in place.

One hand disappeared from your head, whilst the other held you firmly in place. It reappeared just above your slobbering mouth, blocking your already obscured vision. Miranda played with her own hard clit as you gave her cunnilingus, the two of you working together to make her cum. "Come on, come on!" Miranda shouted, grinding on your face like you were her own personal fucktoy. After much oxygen starved effort, Miranda finally tensed up above you, a mini orgasm rocking through her.

Another deluge of girlcum splashed on your face and down your throat, making you **** and cough as she lifted her cunt off your face. By the time you'd recovered and wiped some of her juice off your face, Miranda was already back on her feet beside the bed. "H-hey, where are you going?" You asked, as she began to walk towards the door. "I was thinking, maybe, we could sleep together?" You breathed the question quietly, tracing a finger round and round on the bedspread as you waited for a reply.

"Sorry, John," Miranda smiled weakly over her shoulder. "I think I'd be more comfortable just sleeping in Sarah's bed with her tonight. You understand," she explained, making your heart fall in your chest. "Yeah, I get it," you **** a smile. "Great, talk to you tomorrow John," she finished, walking out the door and closing it behind her. Once she was gone, you led back on the bed and released a huge sigh.

You'd finally fucked your crush, but it didn't feel satisfying. Did you do something wrong? Was she still preoccupied with the whole "haunting" thing? Maybe the madness of the night had left her feeling odd, and things really would be different if you spoke to her in the morning. With these unsettled thoughts in mind, you settled down to sleep, your adrenaline crash making you extra tired.

As you made ready to fall asleep, Miranda slinked back across the hall to Sarah's bedroom. You didn't see it, but on the bed Tom's dick was hard again even though he was asleep, and Sarah shared a knowing smile with your crush as she rejoined them on the bed.

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