Under the rug 7

The backroom of Sarah’s house had a fluffy white rug, one that she had been very protective of at the start of the party. Everyone present had been warned that if they spilt on it they would be licking up their mess for the rest of the night until Sarah was satisfied. Tom had quipped that it always took a lot of licking to satisfy her and the party had moved on like normal, except that no one dared to take any red drinks in that room. Coming to that rug now, you carelessly lift it up by one corner, searching for anything that might have been quickly tossed beneath it. Seeing nothing at your chosen quadrant, you flip the whole thing over, exposing grit, dust bunnies, and a penny, but no planchette.

Through loud moans of pleasure, Sarah tried to speak. “I don’t know, ah, how long you’ve, ah, been gone John Doe, ah but, there are, ah, other positions besides, ah, missionary, y’know?” Sarah groaned her way through the sentence, Tom’s dick interrupting her words every time it kissed her needy cervix. There was another low rumble as John Doe spoke again. “Let me show you,” Sarah replied, her voice steady now that Joh Doe had paused battering her pussy with his huge cock. There’s a renewed creaking of the bedframe as Sarah and John Doe readjust into whatever lewd position Sarah has in mind. Once the creaking has stopped you hear Sarah moaning loudly again as she retakes his mammoth cock in her tight pussy. She’s barely stopped panting when Tom speaks again, another indiscernible noise to you downstairs. “Oh, you’ve seen cowgirl before?” Sarah replies, her tone teasing despite being out of breath. “Well, you’ve never seen me do it. Let me show you how Sarah rides!”

The bedsprings wail with renewed vigor as Sarah begins bouncing on his big cock, sliding her tight pussy up and down the full length of his huge cock in enthusiastic strokes. A low groan of satisfaction form John Doe proves Sarah right, she is very good at this. Occasionally the loud squeaks from the up and down strokes stops as Sarah hilts Tom’s full cock inside herself and rotates her hips instead. As she grinds on his cock you hear the bed rocking slightly alongside Sarah’s own “Oohs” of pleasure. Listening to the two of them fucking, you’re keenly aware that your crush is still in the room, and despite yourself you wonder what she’s doing. She was making out with Tom when he was fucking Sarah missionary, but that sound has stopped. Is she watching? Is she enjoying it? Is she laying on the bed beside Sarah, playing with herself to the sight of her friend spearing herself on a massive dick? You both do and don’t want to know, all at once. You aren’t the only one to take an interest in what Miranda is doing. A quiet growl from John Doe seems to be directed at her, triggering another movement on the bed.

“Yes, sit on his face you little slut!” Sarah shouts, making her friend’s new position obvious to you. Now the two of them are both straddling Tom, and once more Miranda finds herself on the receiving end of John Doe’s skilled mouth.

“Oh fuck, that tongue again! So good, ooh!” She moans as Tom lavishes her slit with his swirling tongue. As Tom makes out with her friend’s pussy, Sarah’s bouncing gets even faster, like the sight of Miranda twitching in pleasure in front of her was turning her on. “Holy shit, kiss me Miranda, kiss me!” Sarah cries, her voice turned high again by her growing pleasure. For what feels like the tenth time tonight, you hear the girls making out, this time accompanied by the wet sounds of Tom’s cock filling Sarah’s pussy and his tongue invading Miranda’s. The two of them moan into each other’s mouths louder and louder, until Sarah breaks the kiss with a loud “FUCK!” That exclamation is followed by yet more moaning and an unexpected splattering sound, like someone being sprayed with a water pistol. There’s a few more spurts as Sarah’s moaning turns into heavy breathing, still tinged pink by the falling arc of her orgasm. Through it all the creaking of the bed had slowed, Sarah’s hips losing their rhythm and momentum, until she was completely still atop Tom.

“Fuck, I didn’t know you were a squirter Sarah?” Miranda asked in shock, explaining that strange sound as Sarah’s sudden discharge spurting over Tom’s torso and Miranda’s lower stomach.

“I-I’m not… Not before… I need to lie down,” Sarah panted heavily. There was a moment of silence before another thud on the bed that can only have been Sarah sliding off of Tom’s lap to collapse on the mattress. Hearing her almost pass out, your heart sank further than the rock bottom depths it was already occupying. If Sarah was out of commission, that left John Doe alone with Miranda. After everything you had heard already, you knew that could only mean one thing. You need to find the planchette NOW!