Chapter 5: The second visit
So I can hardly wait to return to see the girls, not so much to see the younger sister as to see more of the elder. What a fabulous tease she was the last time I came to visit. She works late, so show up early. No answer at the door, so I walk around the house to her window and see her, through a space in the blinds, sleeping peacefully. Her long, blonde hair is strung out across her pillows, her beautiful body, half-exposed by her skimpy nightwear, is radiant in the morning sunlight.
I rap once, twice, she looks up, sleepy-eyed, then smiles as she recognizes me and points to the front door as she climbs out of bed. I, in turn, walk around the house to meet her. She says that she is pleasantly surprised by my visit and takes my hand, leading me back to her room, shushing me as we pass her sister's room, explaining that her sister is with her boyfriend, who is secretly in love with her. Ok, and why not? She's a knockout.
She slips back into bed and tells me to strip down. I do so, not asking questions, until I am totally naked. She studies my body, sizing me up, then beckons me into bed with her. She immediately begins to kiss and bite me, with a passionate fever, all across my chest and abdomen, concentrating on my nipples. She is a tigress, biting hard and staring into my eyes as she moves down the insides of my legs, then, as she wraps her lips around my scrotum, roughly bites and gnaws at my testicles. Ouch, it is exquisitely painful and she moving about, biting here and there, while I pulse with expectation.
She is up, in a drawer, and, before I know it, she has handcuffed me to the bedpost. She kisses me softly and leaves the room. She is gone long enough for my erection to descend as I lay there, helpless to struggle, listening to her rummage in the hall.
I am finally flaccid and cold from the air-conditioning when she returns. Polaroid in hand, she begins snapping shot after shot of me, telling me how my girlfriend will love these. She closes the door and sets down a glass of ice. I am nervous, but excited, as she takes out a piece of ice and slides it between her lips. Again she attacks my scrotum, drawing me up even further, and, with ice in hand, she begins to rub my belly, legs, and crotch. I am frozen and she giggles, deep in her throat, as she continues, eyes upon me the entire time.
She slows to a crawl, holding the ice in both hands and her mouth, and tortures me sweetly, then, spitting out the ice, stands back and stares at my nakedness. I am as small as I can be and she laughs to herself as she takes another round of pictures, some close, some distant, all centered on my diminished pride.
