The garden 3

The window in the kitchen was open, the planchette could have been launched out here. Without a moment’s hesitation you open the back door and launch yourself outside into the chill night. When the cold instantly nips at your bones you begin to wish you’d hesitated long enough to grab a jacket, but you know there’s no time for that. With shaky hands you fish your phone out your pocket and turn on the torch, using the light to scan the grass and the flowerbeds for the planchette whilst wrapping your other arm around yourself for warmth. When your search doesn’t turn up anything immediately you consider giving it a second look, but a particularly wintery gust of wind puts pay to that notion. With fresh goosebumps on your exposed forearms you scurry back inside, slamming the door shut behind you and leaving the cold of the night behind.

“Come on, lay down on the bed,” Miranda invites Tom eagerly and the sound of creaking bed springs make it clear that he didn’t wait to obey. There’s an ominous second creak as Miranda follows him, and for a heart stopping moment you think she’s about to fuck him just like that. Only Sarah’s timely comment restarts your heart. “I thought you didn’t like tittyfucking, Miranda?” She teases her stacked young friend. “I’ve only tried it a few times, and when I did their dicks just get kinda lost in my cleavage,” Miranda explains, sounding embarrassed even from all the way downstairs. “But this one’s definitely big enough,” Sarah finishes her sentence for her. Before Miranda can respond another unintelligible rumble that must be John Doe’s low voice sounds off from upstairs. “You’re right, it is big enough for two,” Sarah elucidates on what John Doe just said, follow by another groan from the bed as she climbs on to it too. “There, a perfect fit,” Sarah laughs, wrapping her own large tits around John Doe’s cock alongside Miranda’s 36C breasts. “Not quite, the head is still sticking out!” Miranda titters. “Hehe, maybe Nicole’s little things could cover that!” Sarah quips, making the pair of them giggle with their tits around Tom’s cock. The feeling of the two of them laughing like that must be incredible, like a vibrating massage for John Doe’s cock.

“Now, move out the way. I wanna really titfuck him,” Miranda purrs wantonly. “And you call me a slut?” Sarah fires back, still laughing. “Fine, I’m sure I can find something else to play with.” For a little while you can only hear the gentle creak of the bed as Miranda massages Tom’s cock, John Doe’s deep groans of satisfaction, and the wet sound of Sarah constantly licking something. “Mmm, now I know why they call them plums, so big and juicy,” Sarah groans, taking a break from lavishing his balls with her tongue to lavish them with praise instead. “You doing okay up there, Miranda?” Sarah asks. “Mmhmm,” Miranda responds, again sounding like she has her mouthful. “Are you sucking on it as you titfuck it? You can never call me a slut again after this,” Sarah tells her. “Mmph, it’s fun to be a slut when the guy’s this hung,” Miranda defends herself, briefly taking her mouth off John Doe’s dick to do so. “Oh, I know, right?” Sarah concurs, before loudly smooching both of Tom’s heavy balls. “Mr doe, please can you tell us when you’re about to finish? I want to be ready for it,” Sarah pleaded with him before going back to running her tongue over his sack. “Oh yes, me too. I want to see if it tastes as nice as your precum,” Miranda added, her voice a little strained from the exertion of pumping her big tits up and down Tom’s long cock. You better find that planchette fast before the girls become John Doe’s cum dump.