The mirror cabinet 2

When you race into the bathroom, thinking of places to search, the first thing you see is a pair of harried eyes looking at you. After a half second of shock you turn on the light and realize that it was just your own reflection. You exhale heavily through your nose in disappointment at yourself, but then decide to use that minor surprise as inspiration. Walking quickly, you cross the room to the cabinet and open it. Inside there is an array of pill bottles and boxes, nothing particularly illicit or exciting except for a tub on one corner of the bottom shelf that you swear is lube. To search the space as quickly and thoroughly as you can, you decide to pull everything out and then pile it in the sink. Name brands of pills that you couldn’t even read, let alone pronounce, pile up in the basin as you search. One shelf after another you clean out the cabinet like an addict searching for his fix, until the whole cabinet lies barren. Nothing. Slapping your palm against the sink in irritation you begin putting stuff back, only stopping when you realize that time is of the essence. With a renewed sense of urgency, you leave the sink full of bottles and boxes, and walk away.

Somehow, against all laws of physics, you hear the sound of a zipper being teased down all the way upstairs. The girls are silent now, anticipation clearly welling up inside them as they slowly unveil John Doe’s bulge. Two feminine gasps make it clear when his apparently impressive member is revealed. “Whoa, you’ve got a lovely, lovely dick, John Doe,” Sarah sighs, sounding almost lovestruck. “Is it okay if we play with it a little?” She asks, although you can tell by a masculine grunt of satisfaction that she must already have started touching him. “Fuck, it’s so hard,” Miranda comments, evidently touching Tom’s dick too. “I can’t even fit a hand around it!” Sarah titters, the sight of that massive dick having made her and Miranda both quite giggly. “I wonder if I can fit my mouth around it,” Sarah continues, her giggling stopping ominously as her mouth becomes occupied by something else. “Oh, you’re such a slut Sarah,” Miranda playfully admonishes her friend. Sarah’s reply is unintelligible as she struggles to talk with her mouthful.

“Mm, mm, mmm!” Sarah moans around Tom’s dick before you hear her take in a deep breath. “Miranda you have got to try this!” She raves, her lips no longer occupied by Tom’s fat sausage. “This precum tastes incredible!” You can practically hear the look of disbelief on Miranda’s face by the awkward silence that follows, but then you hear the wet smacking of lips once more and realize that Miranda probably isn’t kissing Tom’s lips again. “Mm? Mm! Mmmm! Mwah! You’re right Sarah, that really does taste good,” Miranda moans. You can faintly hear something said in a low gravelly voice that must be coming from Tom, but unlike the higher pitches of the girls’, it doesn’t resonate down to you. “Well, if you insist,” Miranda replies. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” Sarah adds, both of them obviously acquiescing to that unheard command. The renewed sounds of them licking and sucking leave no room for doubt as to what they agreed to. They are both happily sucking his cock again, worshipping it’s impressive length with their slutty tongues, and pampering his thick cockhead with their soft lips.

For a while the only noise from upstairs is the wet, sloppy sounds of oral sex, until you hear a girl **** again. You’re about to race up there to help, presuming that John Doe is attacking Sarah or Miranda again, but then you hear that girl gasping for air and laughing. “It’s been a long time since I’ve choked on a cock like that,” Sarah moans, sounding wistful rather than regretful. “Want a try Miranda?” She casually offers your darling crush a chance to gag on Tom’s throat-filling cock, like she was offering her a drag on a joint. “I don’t think I can manage that,” Miranda replies, and for a second you hope that she might be excusing herself from this lurid “distraction,” until her next words bring you crashing down. “But there is something else I think I can do.” You shudder to think what that might be, but you know you’ll find out very soon unless you find that planchette.