10 A shared lollipop

David lay in bed naked with legs spread apart. The door suddenly burst open and two nude beauties stepped in majestically. One was the chick from the night, the other more like her twin. They had a striking resemblance – the same height, seductive figure, and perfect asses.

They took up positions on either side of the bed. Without uttering a word, they began kissing him all over. Without warning, one forced her tongue into his mouth. She kept kissing him while the other worked on both nipples, sucking and licking as one would to a feeding bottle. Soon she broke the kiss and joined the other on the nipple, taking it by force.

Seconds afterwards, they turned their attention to his erected cock. They held the cock straight up and began lapping up and down his shaft from each side like a shared lollipop; their tongues meeting every few seconds.

After a couple of minutes of that, one took control. Her hand was around the base of his cock. She lowered her mouth on it and moved up and down a few times. Done, she removed her mouth and tilted it towards the other's waiting mouth. She took it without hesitation, and painfully slowly began moving it in and out of her mouth. She took it back and began engulfing it once again. On and on it went, neither of them taking it for more than half a minute.

She sucked harder and a little faster. It didn't take much of that to have him on the brink; the sensation and pleasure were killing him. But instead of wet and warmth, he now felt some cold on his dick. Soon it turned into a sharp pain.

Swiftly, he raised his head to have a look; what he saw nearly stopped his heart from beating. A chill ran down his spine. Fear seared through his entire body. His heart pounding in his ears.

The sisters were now like some kind of horrifically burnt victims. No skin covering their faces. The lack of eyelids gave their eyeballs a popping look as they swivelled in their sockets. Lips rotten and already half destroyed. Flesh peeled away from the hand of the one with his dick. Thick turbid brown blood dripped from her mouth onto his dick. A devilish smile appeared on her lips, exposing decayed brown teeth.

At the speed of light, to his horror, she buried the dick in her mouth once more and bit hard. David's heart dropped. Fear rushed through his veins. Hot sweat burned his eyes. Panic started to surge through him. He pulled his dick from her mouth like a bat out of hell to a city but she held on to it; biting even deeper, cutting off the cap as blood sputter on David's face.

"Jesus… my dick! My dick!" he woke up frightened, looking around scared to the bone and out of breath. Sweating like someone that just concluded a marathon. The darkness in the room blinded him.

He was expecting a kind of petting from who he shared the bed with but not even a word fell on him. He stretched his hand in the search for her on the bed; his hand came in contact with no skin. He went for his rechargeable lamp at the head of the bed, turned it on. In the twinkle of an eye, the room was like a vivacity. To his disappointment he was alone.

Where could she have gone to this early morning? Was she in the restroom? To be certain, he called out

"Sweetheart!"

No response of any kind came back. She must have gone out while he was still asleep. How come he didn't hear her leave? Was that how deep he slept?

A confident smile came upon his lips. Who wouldn't sleep like a child after yesternight? She was the best; she took him to another place; a paradise where no one before her has.

More settled, he took another look around and found a piece of paper on the bed. It said "ENJOYED YESTERNIGHT. WILL SEE YOU TOMORROW NIGHT BY 9 PM" signed Nevaeh.

Through reading, he fell back on the bed, placed the paper on his chest, excited. So she is still coming tomorrow for more of his dick. Oh goodness! She just can't get enough of it. Nevaeh? That must be her name; they never introduced each other, there was no time for formalities. It was a strange name for a beautiful girl, but he likes it. He likes her.

Abruptly, he remembered his dream, but pushed the thought away saying "It must be a result of the intense sex and new dealings with the dead".

About her going out before he woke up, he didn't stress over it. She must have somewhere important to rush to early that must be why she left in a hurry and didn't wake him up because she didn't want to trouble him. Well, thanks to heaven above, she saved him the expenses of providing her with transport.

Then it occurred to him that she could have stolen his important belongings. This won't be the first time. The image of Lily – a fair, tall chick with an ass that could make a G-string disappear, instantly formed in his mind. He met her in a church he was invited to by another lady. They spent a night together, after intense sex; he fell asleep only to wake up and discovered the bitch was gone with his Rolex wristwatch, gold necklace and a huge amount of money. Till this very moment, he hasn't set his eyes on that thief.

The fear of losing any of his priceless jewellery sent him into a panic mode. He jumped out of bed, carefully searched the room, went to the parlour, scanned around with kid gloves but to his greatest surprise, not even a pin was missing; everything was intact with just the door unlocked.

He got ready and off he went to work feeling fly. On the bus; he reminisced about yesternight, how she took control and speedily took him to the circles of heaven. The sex felt like kissing with your entire body. He tried not to remember the act itself because it will only lead to a boner.

Instead, he thought of her person. She has infiltrated his dreams and waking thoughts as well. She is just like a beautiful object, something to fetishize and admire the way you admire a work of art. And a precious work of art is to be kept, not thrown away. He is definitely keeping this one.