The mirror cabinet 8

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.

You had searched this place as thoroughly as you could, but half your focus had always been upstairs. You knew what would be coming next if you didn’t find the planchette, and yet you still had to listen, to know for sure what was happening between Miranda and Tom. First, there had been quiet, like the two of them were simply staring at the completely fucked-out Sarah. Miranda knew her slutty friend well, she was probably shocked that any dick could outlast Sarah like that. Then there was the sound of Miranda unsaddling Tom, lifting herself off his face perhaps to check on her friend. Then you heard them speak. Like always, you couldn’t tell what John Doe said, but you heard Miranda’s reply. “You’re right. Just the two of us,” she muttered, her tone inscrutable. The bed shifted again as John Doe moved, probably sitting up, but definitely moving closer to your crush. Again, he spoke, but despite not hearing his words you knew exactly what he was saying to her. “Heh, you’re insatiable,” Miranda laughs quietly. You hope to hear her sucking his dick, or titfucking him again, or doing anything other than what you’re imagining. Instead, you hear the bed creaking again as Miranda takes up her position, readying herself for what Sarah just experienced.

“How about, I lie on my side like this, so we can just go nice and slow to start with?” She asks, the bed sounding off as she lies down like how she described. Laying on her side she must have one leg raised to allow Tom entry to her sacred pussy, maybe she’s planning to rest her heel on his shoulder, or maybe she’ll just have him hold her leg up enough to fuck her. If John Doe has any problems with this position, he doesn’t voice them, rather he moves over to Miranda in silence. You know when his dick draws close to your crush’s pussy from the way her breathing falters, anxiety about his plus sized cock giving her pause. “Be gentle with me,” she pleads, and you can imagine her sparkling eyes looking up at him with a mixture of lust and trepidation that you would have killed to see directed towards you.

A plaintive gasp lets you know the exact moment he begins penetrating her, his fat tip forcing its way into her tight opening. Just like with Sarah, the progress is slow and steady, Miranda wailing like a cat in heat as her body is stretched in a way she’s never experienced before. Once he bottoms out in Miranda he doesn’t give her a moment to adjust, instead he immediately begins pulling back again. Miranda pants quietly as Tom forcefully tugs his big cock through her tight gripping channel, but she doesn’t try to stop him like Sarah did. He seems to have learnt from that first fuck, now he moves his big member purposefully, but slowly enough to allow your crush’s body some time to adapt. It doesn’t take him long to start getting up to speed. Rather than just getting Miranda’s body used to his pussy-breaking cock, he begins fucking her in earnest. Every time his hips meet hers another exclamation of pleasure is driven from your crush’s perfect lips, his thick cock stimulating every inch of her pussy and giving her **** but to moan in thoughtless pleasure. And he’s only just gotten started.

As you listen his speed increases, making every quick breath Miranda takes into a gasp or moan while his hips slam harder against her own. You hear her moaning change at one point, to a drawn-out mewling of submission. He must be groping her again, squeezing her bouncing 36C breasts, or toying with her sensitive clit again, or maybe pushing a finger into the sacred temple that is her virgin asshole. He’s already getting accustomed to using Miranda’s body in whatever way he sees fit, and she’s already enjoying it.

You can tell when her vocal moaning turns into a pathetic humming that he’s put his thumb to her mouth again, letting her suck on it like she begged to before. John Doe’s only been back in the mortal realm for less than an hour and he already knows what turns your beloved Miranda on. You know what’s going to come next, or at least who’s going to come next. If you find the planchette now, maybe you can stop it, and you and Miranda can live your lives pretending this madness never happened.