0 comments/ 10532 views/ 3 favorites Sista Sagas By: sydian Sydd slid up next to him as he handled the produce at the open-air market on the waterfront.... 'He damn sure knows his way around melons,' she chuckled.... Wip had positioned herself almost directly in front of him...thinking she'd most certainly 'catch' his eye if he looked up....and she was definitely 'eye-catching' today.... The knit thing was working over time: this was an orange, ribbed mini...short and tight...cinched at the waist by a wide belt of multi-oranged sarong, with a soft orange pashmina tossed round her shoulders, nestled in the glint of her copper earrings....the stilettos were a soft burnt orange....from toe to head—the head was an array of winter-wheat twists that played and splayed all across that striking African visage.... O yeh, if he looked up, he WOULD notice.... Sydd?..well Sydd was Sydd today—turquoise net top over a turquoise running bra...topped by a light, oversized, cropped black running shirt...turquoise tights under black spandex capris....her feet in black on white cross-tie velcro trainers.... I mean, what do you think a grl wears to her workout just before she's ambushed by her twin?....whateva....the gear is cute! *** Sydd was just on her way back to Wip's place when Wip waylaid her.... 'There he is....,' Wip panted out of breath.... 'Day-yuuuuum!' Sydd whistled.... 'No wonder you been stalkin' the boi!'.... Wip punched her hard in the arm.... 'Ouch! Dammit! That hurt....' 'I have not been stalking him.... I've just made note of the places he frequents and when....' 'O! O!...so that's not stalkin', huh? So when you gonna make your move?' 'As soon as you get his attention for me....' 'Wha-aaaat?' Sydd's mouth opened wide.... 'Go ahead...set him up for me...and don't be stupid....' *** Sydd slid in next to him and the melon.... 'Scuse me....' she breathed.... 'Pardon,' he said and sidestepped, never raising his eyes from the produce.... Sydd looked up at Wip and shrugged...threw up her hands....Wip gave her the 'I-will-kick-your-natural-ass-if-you-don't-get-on-with-my-business' look.... Sydd cleared her throat....a little clearer...somewhat deeper...a good deal more direct—'Excuse me....Do you see that startlingly attractive woman over there—almost directly in front of you?....' His head popped up from the melon....he caught sight of Wip looking like the walking ad for Ms Vitamin C, and from the kilowatts of his smile you woulda thought he was sunkissed.... 'Well day-uuuum!' Sydd thought again... 'Love...or lust...at first sight!... Who the hell cares?....' Then he turned to Sydd....and dropped his melon! Our grl, quick as ever, caught before it hit the ground....all timed never to miss the swivel of his head as it pivoted back and forth between Wip and herself....his mouth wide open.... 'Sorry...' she mumbled... 'I'm her twin.... Anywho...she's wondering if you might be available for coffee or a drink?...' True to form—at least what the sisters suspected and expected—he was quick....he regained his composure—somewhat—but there was still a bit of 'dazedness' about him.... Been known to happen when a brother is in the midst of too many women from the Black household.... He was able to get 'Sure...sure....' To stumble out of his mouth as he cradled his melon.... 'Cute....' The twins thought—telepathically...[?] Favorite coffee house....small, sophisticated, intimate—like something out of a sitcom.... 'Byron' was his name....he was in design....maybe his disheveled look gave that away: paint-splattered bobos, that matched his paint-splattered jeans...and a 't' that looked way too small—til the ladies figured out that all the rippling inside was disproportionate to any size he might purchase—Byron was ripped... Slender...about 5'11...185, or so....a very nice package...that made both of them begin to wonder about the other 'package'.... Beautiful face....triangulated and squared at the chin....moving to a broad mouth....full lips...and that magnificent smile!....and eyes that twinkled and crinkled when he smile, and were exotic, honeyed orbs when he was intense.... Yeh, Sydd could see why sista-girl had been stalking.... Sydd pushed her chair back from the table.... 'Well all...time for this one to say "adieu"'.... 'You're leaving??!!...' he blurted out.... And right behind his exclamation an equally frantic—no denying it, 'twin-radar' confirmed it!—'YOU can't go!...yet....' Sydd glared at her sister...turned and smiled sweetly at Byron.... 'Scuse us, Byron....time for a wee sister-chat.... Come here, you....' Sydd motioned to Wip.... The two of them stepped into the alcove just beyond earshot.... 'What the hell is wrong with you?!....' Sydd began.... 'You familiar with the notion of the "third wheel"?'.... Before she could go on, Wip put on her own sweet smile.... 'It's called a "tricycle," Sweeti....and it's meant to be ridden....' Sydd's face dulled momentarily.... Wip cut through whatever haze there was with 'ménage'....Sydd's lids snapped...then opened wide.... 'WHA-AAAT?...' she hissed.... 'You know exactly what I'm talking about!'....Wip snapped.... 'But....but...buu-uuut....' 'Stop stammering, dammit, or I'll disown you!'.... it's not like you've never done anything like this before! Have you forgotten Rhye and Terren's party?.... Did it slip your mind that we've shared more than one partner???....' Sydd tried to regain her composure.... 'But that was all inadvertent...circumstantial....' 'Darlin' you should be all too happy that I don't have your ass in 'court' right now! Cross-examination would be a bitch!...' Wip shot back.... 'The great S. O. Black trounced with that weak-assed argument!...' Sydd was forced to laugh.... 'But what about him...and ME?...' 'What do you take me for?...' Wip laughing now...in the distance, over her shoulder, Byron wondering what the sisters' animated discussion was all about.... 'I am a BLACK.... I am your sister.... I am at least as smart as you—if not smarter! AND...I ALWAYS do my homework!... You accused me of 'stalking'....OK! OK!... I'll own up...I know a little more about Byron than I admitted...and my money is that he loves wmn like u—and that the two of us he'll love EVEN more....' Sydd's eyes narrowed.... 'Why you doin' this?...' 'Cuz I want to have some serious fun....and besides, I love you....' *** 'So...you're staying....' Byron, as they approached the table.... 'No....I'm out.... But maybe I'll see you soon....real soon, I hope....' Sydd's turn to flash the million dollar smile....and be cryptic.... And Wip's turn to be manipulative.... 'Yeah, we should do that.... Dinner or something....' *** Dinner or something... It was a wonderful summer evening and the sea breeze was magnificent....Sydd and Wip spilled out the bug convertible, provisions bundled in their arms...the meal they intended, an Olympian ambrosia....yep—it would be 'aphrodiastic'....they would see to it—they were 'Afrodite's' handmaidens—black and beautiful as they were.... The tables and their trimmings all laid out, they made for baths and closets....Sydd stepped from bubbles to a hot then cool rinse....then she spent an inordinate amount of time—or so it seemed—oiling....then again, she had one more, rather large item to oil, than most women do....and for some reason, this evening, she gave it a great deal of attention....the end result is that she glowed like a burnished piece of dark copper...the red exposing itself beneath the dark sheen of her skin.... Down the hall, in her room, the twin went through virtually the same ritual—after-bath oiling and auto-stimulation...up to the brink....then... into the closet.... Sydd's outfit was something she had taken from one of the Chinese Art flicks she loved—you know—'Dragon' something 'Warrior'...the ones known for lavish costumes and delicious visuals.... The outfit was sheer, off-white silk—cast between ivory and cream in color....pajama pants, big and blousy, then banded at the bottom...and unique, because they were crotch-less!....of course, Sydd wanted to be demure—lol!—so the rest of the outfit got her of the hook—almost.... The thong—the same color as the rest of the ensemble—was netting that tied on each side—possibly, that was the key to keeping the 'snake' in place.... Then, the top was a long Chinese tunic that plunged to the waist and was anchored by one frog that was doing its best to contain Sydd's 'girls'—nipples and all—and no...beneath the sheer silk gauze, the ringed beauties had no other covering.... While the tunic fell almost to the floor, front and back, veiling her ass and crotch, it was split on each side almost to her freshly shaven armpit....her jewelry was copper and burnt-orange beading....the stilettos, 3-4 inch, burnt-orange.... Wip was provocative with color....this evening she chose layers of turquoise and aquamarine gauze....two light, gossamer-sheer, floor-length tops, she wore together....their doubling hid nothing....she was belted with a wide gauze strip of the same colors....and totally naked beneath....the gauze was an act of sophisticated modesty....it promised...then maybe it didn't.... it certainly, however, did 'advertise'....her French 'talons' were also 3-4 inches of alternating blue/turquoise/aquamarine straps....her jewelry from earlobes to toe-rings was white shell.... They exited almost simultaneously at the sound of the bell.... 'Damn!' Sydd whispered.... 'You gonna let him eat before you fuck him?!'.... 'Bitch'...Wip hissed before they crowded the door... 'I know what kinda 'meal' you intend for him!'...as she lightly slapped her sister's crotch.... They opened the door together...framed there in its arch...possibly a bit overwhelming—the Black sisters....their 'date' almost dropped his 'goods' again.... *** Sydd stepped back and let Wip 'block' the door....she WAS breath-taking....and from either angle—as the late day sun streamed through the door—you could see right through the flimsy layers of material.... 'Damn!' Sydd thought... 'the lil bitch is damn near naked!...' Then, Sydd slid round, ever so slightly...so slyly....to see if Wip was having the desired effect.... She damned sure was!...Byron's own trouser-snake had begun to stir.... He demurely held his bottles of wine across his crotch.... Sydd almost burst out laughing....but she was also mightily relieved, as she deftly and slyly, pulled the strings on her thong and let her own serpent catch the cool breeze beneath her tunic....she rationalized that they should all be 'free'....Byron wasn't quite aware of this—yet... *** Now...if you were not privy to the program...you might be somewhat perplexed...no doubt, Byron was....Put yourself in his place.... Less than a week ago—maybe a bit more—chance (or so he thought)had placed him in the midst of these two incredibly striking black women.... Now, he rings their bell—not literally—and they appear—ensemble—en masse—gorgeous, and if not naked, damn near so.... Byron fits the profile of the 'healthy, red-blooded male'—his dick gets hard at the thought of sex....yet, unlike the rumors that haunt the rest of his gender, he has developed a terribly important trait: he knows how to exercise restraint....even when he's been caught with his pants down—well almost.... The bottles to the crotch had won him points with Sydd.... Wip...not quite aware of the impact she had had, was in a funk when Sydd entered the pantry.... 'You think he might have noticed,' she sulked..... 'Shi-iiit!' Sydd snorted softly—not wanting Byron to hear—'If he had noticed anymore, you'd be applying 'first aid,' Babi-girl...sucking glass splinters from that cock! Boi looks absolutely massive from what I could tell.... I do believe he's packin....' Wip started to laugh out loud.... 'Really?...' 'Truly....' In spite of his realization that the laughter was probably at his expense, Byron began to relax in Wip's living room.... *** The meal was served on cushions around low tables....dinner was diasporic; the fare was finger-food from across the globe and close to home....Wip and Sydd had spent a week imagining and scheming on how erotic a cuisine they might literally cook up.... They hadn't forgotten the skewers....chicken on kebobs; grilled pineapple, peppers and onions; an assortment of fresh, chunked fruit...breads—Indian styled: rotis and naans....lots of dips—from mild to wild—the super hot....but you're clear that the two hottest 'dishes' flanked Byron....Wip and Sydd, to either side, literally steamed....a fragrant, delicious, sexual heat, emanating from both.... A large, shallow, black, ornamental pot of fluffed, steamed rice was placed in the center of the table...within easy reach of the three of them....Sydd brought in another deep kettle that matched the rice pot...its glossy black ladle perched on the lip—a spicy fish stew....the plates were shallow, almost bowl-like, polished mahogany, Sydd had picked up on one of many trips to Africa.... As she fell onto a cushion next to Byron and her sister, she beamed, gave Wip a peck on the lips and turned.... 'Welcome to the Black home—or should I say 'one' of the Black homes—we're bi-coastal—well almost—you know?!....' Wip giggled.... Byron, as gracious mentally as he was physically, nodded his head to both in a salute and then raised his cup in a toast: 'To two of the most beautiful and incredible creatures who have ever graced my presence....' 'Gaa-aawd! You are so full of shit, Boi!...', Wip let out... 'I bet you talk them right out of their panties!....' Byron blushed.... 'In your case, then, his work is already done....', Sydd hissed softly... Wip deflected her twin's comment with 'We should eat....' Sydd's thought was: 'The question is what?...' A smile crossed her luscious, full lips.... *** Wip held up a skewer of alternating chicken, pineapple, and pepper chunks and passed the end between her sister's full lush lips....Sydd seized flesh and fruit in her perfect bright bite....teeth flashing.... She did the same for Byron...even more suggestively....He relished the act...it was not clear if it was more the food or what its delivery insinuated.... Sydd scooped some rice into the bowl-like plate and then ladled on some of the stew....Byron watched quizzically....Sydd laughed at him as she molded the rice/stew mixture into a tight, bite-size ball between the pads of her glossed, well-manicured nails....then, with great amusement, glaring at Byron, she popped the savory ball into her mouth, and then made a great production of sucking her fingers....the last of which she offered her sister.... 'You are such a bad, bad bitch.' Wip giggled.... 'Don't waste your 'food''....the older of the two said.... Byron was mesmerized.... Wip dutifully sucked her older sister's middle digit.... Sydd turned to Byron with a sly grin... 'Better dig in....we'll be cleaning more than plates here....' Byron got the hang of it...he gobbled....that was good....they all did....the wine flowed....a gentle buzz swept the room...hummed in everyone's ears.... Sydd took one of Byron's now sticky hands...Wip took the other....in unison the took the middle digit between thick plush lips....with their free hands they searched for the intended effect...and found it....Byron was hard as stone....and big too! *** Delighted with this discovery, Sydd got up from her cushion and clicked off to the kitchen....stilettos echoing the length of the hall....Wip replaced Byron's finger with his tongue and sucked it furiously as she straddled him and began to dry-hump through the flimsy gauze of her outfit.... 'Whoa! Whoa! WHOA....!,' Sydd laughed as she re-entered the room....the other two stared at her wide-eyed.... 'Clean up, first,' she ordered as she handed them each two hot towels....Byron looked quizzically again....One he had figured for face and hands...the other?.... Sydd deftly illustrated by flipping back her long tunic and applying the hot towel to her own semi-erect member, that seemed to stiffen more with every pass of the towel.... 'I think we're gonna have to help you,' she murmured in Byron's direction, as he turned his attention to Wip patting her naked slit with the hot towel....seemed as if she was giving inordinate attention to an over-extended clit.... What was clear was that the sisters' post-dinner, hygienic ministrations were having their effect on Byron....Consider his position.... Here he was, in the home of—as he had put it, 'two of the most beautiful creatures' he had ever seen....both of whom who had greeted him in gorgeous outfits that left almost nothing to the imagination—and what might be imagined was beyond the wildest of expectations—then...the wildest of expectations are revealed.... First, Sydd 'reveals' that she' not quite the 'girl' he thought her to be—in fact, in Byron's eyes, she was so much, much more....then, her twin 'reveals' the prettiest, smoothest chocolate snatch known to man, woman, or any in between—with a tootsie-roll mini for a clit.... How could it not be expected that he was carrying a tent-pole inside his pants?....a leaking tent-pole at that.... Sydd fixed her gaze on Byron's crotch.... 'Yeh, you definitely need some help there....' She knelt beside him, unbuckled, unbuttoned, unhooked, and unzipped him....slid his pants to his ankles, then tugged his holiday boxers down as well....then whistled.... 'Got-damn! Babi-sis....Looka here! Looka here!' Sydd hissed.... Byron was stiff...quite stiff....long....very long...and thick...and extremely hard....and oozing... 'Damn! Damn! Damn!,' Wip exhaled.... 'Yes, Babi-boi, you need help,' Sydd murmured as she lowered that magnificent mouth over that monstrous machine....Wip's eyes went wide as she tugged the tootsie-roll....Byron's eyes rolled back in his skull as he arched his back, curled his toes, and gave off a low, deep, gutteral moan.... Sydd took Byron deep enough to gag....that was very deep, in spite of the length and girth of that cock....she did it several times...enough to make thick copious ropes of spit and precum cream pool and flow slowly from her mouth and down his veined shaft like viscous lava...almost as hot.... Wip couldn't contain herself....she moaned, shook, then shuddered as she came watching her sister's expertise, still pulling her distended, swollen clit....she edged close, leaned forward and let her long tongue snake out to catch the syrupy confection her twin had created, before it reached the base of Byron's cock.... Then, she pulled herself up, spread her thighs wide like a rider, open the lips of pussy with the consummate skill of a woman who had mastered all these things—and many lovers—her fingers, a fork pulling back the hood of that thick clit, scissoring open her own sweet, leaky fruit.... Then, like a rider, she mounted Byron's face, full on his wanting mouth....he seized the cunt's chocolate digit between his teeth and flicked with his tongue—a long, dry rasp....Wip gave a little screech and almost tumbled backward....Sydd's strong arms steadied her, never missing a beat on that hot and now glistening meat.... Byron's moans—louder and stronger—reverberated up Wip's pussy, making her moan louder and ride even harder....Sydd's main thought, as she orchestrated all this, was: 'You two bitches owe me...big time!'... Sydd calculated that Byron was good for two, three, maybe even four cums.... She knew cock...and though she hardly ever did guys—well not much—she knew body type and regimen....Byron was in incredible shape...and it seemed he was disciplined as well....and so was his cock.... Discipline aside, Byron's cock was no match for the 'hoover' of Sydd's mouth....not to mention what Wip's pussy riding his face did to his reserve.... Then, Sydd put him to the test.... She was 'testing' several things...the first was her power—a power she seemed to exercise at will when it came to sex—to make her partners cum—Byron was no exception.... The second—literally—was to see what Byron could accommodate, as she eased two fingers up his sweat, spit, and precum-lubed asshole.... Sista Sagas He didn't resist.... He gave Sydd exactly what she wanted—and more--as he geysered a huge amount of thick, rich sweet cream into the furnace of a mouth whose full, plump lacquered lips continued to pump and twist and extract the creamy nectar from him.... Byron roared into Wip's cunt.... She gripped the back of his head to steady herself as wave after wave of intense orgasm overcame her....her whine harmonized with his moan....a wet sexual duet.... Sydd let the semi-hard, still huge cock, slide from her cream-filled mouth.... She came up behind her sister, gently reached round to cradle her throat from behind, leveraging the beautiful face—so much like her own—slightly back.... Then, Sydd did something she had never done in all of her sexual antics with Wip—she kissed her deeply—like a lover—with her mouth full of Byron's hot, sweet cream.... Wip began to buck even harder on Byron's mouth.... Sydd whispered in her twin's ear: 'Nasty, little bitch'.... Wip's lashes fluttered open as a slight smile creased her thick lips and caught a drop of cum in their corner.... *** They lay back for a bit, Wip and Byron panting...Sydd licking her lips.... 'Make him hard for me....' Sydd instructed her sister...Wip's reply was simply a broad smile.... This time, she knelt between Byron's flexed knees...gripped his cock and leaned forward and let a pool of creamy spit seep from her lips to the 'moat' her tight fist formed around the head of his cock.... He winced as if he had been scalded...then with the perfection of Wip's manipulations he began to grow in her hand.... 'Look at my man....' she murmured.... Sydd scooted up the cushions and covered Byron's mouth with hers....his cock hardened even more...grew several more inches as she probed his mouth with her thick tongue and let him taste the last traces of himself.... Then she nuzzled in the crook of his neck, watched his hips rise and fall as her sister pulled on his cock, and whispered, 'What you got for me, Boi?...' Without waiting for a reply she pulled herself up to where her sister had just been and introduced the tip of the head of her very big and very pretty cock to the surface of Byron's lips....there she gently grazed them letting her precum slick them....they parted automatically and she slipped in....her turn to moan.... Wip looked up...smiled knowingly and redoubled her efforts...sliding a digit up Byron's asshole...making him grow even more.... Sydd let the suction of Byron's mouth pull her deeper into its heat.... She hadn't realized that a man could cultivate such skills....she could only conclude that Mr. Byron was a consummate cocksucker....the boi was good—very good! He sucked until she bottomed at the back of his throat, then he gurgled...hot air and liquid churning all around her cock forcing her to move....Sydd braced her arms straight on the pillows to either side of Byron's head, arched her back, and began to hump...fucking Byron's mouth with slow, strong, steady strokes....then picking up her pace and 'jack-rabbitting' him.... Wip was awestruck—no less at her sister's performance—she had heard a number of women talk about how Sydd 'handled' herself—some brothers too—but she had forgotten what it was to experience it in person....then, there was Byron—taking all that cock.... *** Sydd pumping Byron's mouth only seemed to make him harder, bigger and longer.... Glancing over her shoulder, Sydd was only encouraged to take things to the next level.... Reluctantly, she let her cock pop from Byron's mouth....he was clearly disappointed, too.... Sydd only used this momentary lapse as an opportunity to move herself higher on the 'food-chain'—that is the next thing Byron was to be fed... Sydd slid slightly down so that the rose of her asshole was in the immediate vicinity that her cock had just vacated.... Byron was a 'quick study'... he seized Sydd's hips and pulled her asshole onto his hot, thick tongue.... She winced and moaned really loud.... Wip glanced up and focused her attention on the tongue up her sister's asshole....she figured that her time would be soon enough.... Between shudders, Sydd looked back over her shoulder at her sister.... 'Cap him, please....Pu-leeeeeze! Ah! Ah! Ah!'.... 'Dayum!' Wip whispered to herself... 'the grl is hurtin'!' Wip knew that she was about to witness something she had never seen before in all of her time running with Sydd.... She was about to see her sister get fucked.... And by a big, pretty dick, at that!... *** Byron tongue-fucked Sydd royally....it was all she could do to pry herself off of his tongue.... She slid from his chin to his belly....skidding just before that hot asshole touched his firebrand of a cock....her ass-crack and puckered anus glistening from all of Byron's exertions....She reached up, grabbed him by his ears and thrust her tongue way deep into his mouth...when the two of them came up for air, she whispered load enough for the three of them: 'You gonna give it to me now...' It wasn't a question.... Sydd swiveled round, buried her head in the cushions and raised her ass up...she caught the envy in her sister's eye and give her the 'you're next' look...Wip eased up and remembered how hot watching could be.... Byron pulled himself to his knees and got in behind Sydd....she could feel the heat from the tip of his cock....like a heat-seeking missile, he had honed in on her hot, tight asshole.... When he nudged it against her rosebud and she really felt the heat—like smooth, hot wax, wedging pass her sphincter—she went into a deep, low-pitched moan that could only be attributed to some big, black she cat....Sydd hunched and backed up on him before he could pull away.... 'Bring it, Daddi!'...she hissed.... Sydd's chute was slick and Byron cock slid in like it was homecoming....she growled and mewled...and then incredibly, she began to moan like a little bitch....the thick, hot meat pushed the 'Oooooooo....' right up her ass and out her mouth....it rippled cross her tongue like dry desert heat, making her sweat and squirm.... Wip had never seen her sister get fucked like this...Byron was absolutely huge, and Sydd seemed trapped on his spike.... He was slow and methodical...working his rhythm, making her hips roll on his cock....she moaned, and then began to gasp as he picked up speed....now his hips began to rotate as he started to bang her...she twisted round his pole like a rag-doll in a gale.... Wide-eyed, Wip watched as her sister moaned and whined....panting and whinnying like a stallion mounted by a stallion...that was a fitting analogy—Sydd's cock was at least as long and as thick as the one up her ass...and it leaked and dribbled like a faucet with a bad washer....all that cock up her ass was having its way with her—she was clearly excited, clearly enjoying this fuck.... Wip had only witnessed such ardor on the part her sister when the cock was on someone as pretty and feminine as she.... Wip tugged on her tootsie—big as a little dick, now—be sure, she had used it as such—a big clit comes in handy when there's no strap-on to be found.... She was mesmerized by the spectacle her sister and Byron were putting on, and growing hotter by the second....these two huge dicks in the same place...the air heavy with sex and its scent....its wetness slicking her skin with a fine mist while she watched and pulled...sweetly torturing herself...waiting her turn.... Sydd reached for her sister's free hand....gripped it tightly as Byron twisted and slammed her... hooded eyes fluttered...the smile crossed her thick, full lips as she breathed to her sister.... 'You're gonna get your ride real soon, Babi-boo....' With that she heard a deeper, lower moan....this time, Byron.... It looked like he had stopped in mid-stroke....the deepness in his throat had a slight gurgle as he fought for breath....it seems as though he was trying to back out of all of that tight, sweet ass...but he couldn't...like a hound caught in a bitch's cunt.... Another apt analogy....the motion between Sydd and Byron hadn't stopped...it had simply changed direction.... Wip slid sideways...she got a better angle, and hence a better view....she saw that her sister's ass was tensed...her muscled haunches had become a vise...her sphincter bit down on his cock and would not let go....this time it was HER hips that began to windmill.... The lapdance was on.... Byron moaned...tried to back away again.... 'Come back, Muthafuka....' Sydd hissed... 'Give it! Give it....' Byron was obedient....he bellowed....he thrashed....he moaned....he cried.... But in the end, he did exactly as Sydd dictated....he came so hard...nutted with such force that he thought he'd burst the Magnum—silly boi.... *** Byron slumped against Sydd's back, panting....she straightened her legs beneath her and became prone on the cushions.... After a moment or two, she looked back at him and said softly, 'Byron, you're heavy....' 'Huh?.... Oh....' he said sheepishly and rolled off of her.... Sydd then redirected his attention: 'See the cutie?' referring to Wip.... 'I know you need to catch your breath...but I'm certain you can breathe through your nose—you get my drift, don't you?....' Byron nodded eagerly.... 'Besides,' Sydd went on, 'I've got more pleasure for you....' With that she reached out, grabbed Wip's stilettoed ankle and pulled her towards the two of them and flipped her to her knees.... Still grasping her sister's ankle she looked at Byron and said, 'Take your pick...I hear that all of her holes are sweet....' With that, Byron speared Wip's asshole with his tongue.... *** 'Nggggggggggggh!....' the hot little bitch went into a teeth chattering spasm.... Byron locked one of his strong, artistic hands on her cheek, spreading it wide so he could get at all that ass-sweetness.... With the other he made a three-finger scoop that he inserted like a spoon up her pussy.... Wip began to cry.... Sydd faced her sister... 'I told you you'd get yours.... It ain't over yet....' Sydd reached behind a cushion and brought a bright red, silk kerchief.... With that, she reached between Byron's thighs and pulled his not-quite-so-hard dick back towards his ass....it tensed slightly in her hand—a sign of life.... Sydd firmly milked the heavy, thick cock....the cream of its last exploit leaking from the puckered slit, followed clear precum... 'a very good sign indeed,' Ms. Sydd thought to herself as she licked her lips.... She tugged a bit more, stretching Byron's cock almost to his anus...she extended her tongue and flicked it around the base of his cock-head, between the ridge and the circumcised skin-line....he moaned and arched his hips....she sucked the head into her mouth, swirled it with her tongue, felt him swell even more, sucked even harder....then, deftly—half a hard dick down her throat—she reached up to the base his cock, red silk kerchief in hand, wrapped and pulled it tight twice and knotted it [Sydd's own 'signature' look—the be-ribbonned cock; a symbol of her intent to seriously fuck you with the biggest, fattest, most engorged—and some might say, most beautiful—cock ever] ....with the knotting she felt his cock swell and stiffen enormously—obscenely—in her mouth....she couldn't help but suck him harder—more greedily—as she stuck one of her long, slender digits up his asshole.... Byron doubled his efforts to tongue-fuck Wip's ass, her head lolling from side to side on the cushions...silk stifling her moans.... Sydd stopped—remembering the promise of her sister's pleasure—and slapped Byron hard on the ass...then crawled to his ear... 'she has one hole I don't....word has it it's sweet as honey and hot as hell....if I were you, I'd go there first....who knows, with all that 'sweetness' talk...I might want to taste it myself—off that big, pretty cock of yours....' With that she capped him and sent him to his 'duty'.... Gently, Byron flipped Wip to her back.... He wanted to see her face—literally their face—the face of the twins....he wanted to be deep in that Black beauty....to almost drown—dick-first—in all the beauty he'd only to that moment been hitting from behind.... And Wip was incredibly beautiful...all that dark beauty, flushed—the blood that had risen to her face giving it hints of red, purple, magenta—her face, her entire body flushing, heating, even more, as the tip of his hot, hard, swollen cock, met the screaming scorch of her pussy lips.... He pushed—gently—he wanted her to feel every inch—all ten of them—and forced the air from her lungs in one perpetual, moaning sigh....she tensed, lay still for a second, and then began to thrash like some impaled beautiful, iridescent butterfly.... She threw her legs open as wide as she possibly could, to take as much of that cock as she possibly could....he bottomed in her as she screeched, then locked her thighs round his hips and began to buck.... Another 'chevaline' scene—'cowboy' on a bucking bronco about to be thrown except for the clinching of those thighs and locked ankles....the heels of her stilettos digging into his ass like spurs—she whinnying like a she-stallion in heat...him pounding like a thoroughbred rounding the first turn.... He glanced from Wip's enraptured face to its mirror-image....Sydd sat back in the cushions, champagne flute in hand, watching this first-class fuck...and clearly excited....her own cock unimaginably big....we might suppose that the sight of her sister being hammered was a turn on.... Byron began a movement that had Wip climbing the walls....he pulled back til the head of his cock popped out simply kissing the lips of Wip's pussy....then he plunged—all ten inches—from tip to balls—twisting as he went...Wip went berserk.... 'Ooooooooo! Fuck, muthafucka! Fuuuuuuuuuuuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oooooooo, stop! Stop! NO! NO! Don't stop, Daddi! Doooooon't stop! O! fuck your little bitch, Daddi! Fuck me, Byron!...' And he did....til she screamed again...and spurted cream all over his flat belly.... Her sister was highly amused.... 'Well, damn....' Sydd mused, as she leaned forward close enough to stick the tip of her index finger into the 'whipped cream' splattered on Byron's six-pack....she raised it to her lips and sucked hard—'Damn! That shit IS good!' she thought to herself....Byron caught the move and got even harder in Wip's slick, cream-soaked, tight pussy....Wip...well Wip was on another planet....and Byron's intention was to take her to another universe.... Though she was dazed as he ease out of her steaming honey-pot, she moaned and shivered...then moaned even more and louder as he poised the tip of that love-engine against the sweet door of her asshole....'Ooooooo....yessssssss.....' she moaned as he leaned into her....no resistance as all that big cock opened that ass....she was, after all, her sister's sister—nasti girls.... The strokes were deep and fluid...like an expensive, high-performance sports car—'piston' in 'bore', needing lots of 'lubrication' as the 'friction' heated this engine up....'overdrive', if you will.... *** Might have been the taste of her sister's cream off Byron's tum...or the sight of all that big dick up her sister's ass....Sydd's cock was magnificently huge as she reached under the cushion and searched again—never taking her eyes off the spectacle of Wip's ass devouring all of that man's big, thick, hard meat....she found it after a few seconds.... Another kerchief....silk and black....time for the signature moment.... Never letting them out of her line of sight—skilled at this maneuver—Sydd scooted forward on the cushion...gapped her legs and let her wondrously thick member hang over the edge....she slipped the silk behind her balls all the way to the juncture with the rest of her body...she looped it once, pulled it off as tight as she could stand...then looped it again, pulled it to her maximum tolerance, knotted it and there stood her symbolic bow....and a cock that was dangerously, and again, obscenely huge.... The way in which the blood rushed into the cock when it was tied off like this made the size frightening—there's no other way to describe it.... She stood up, her muscled calves and thighs emphasized by her stilettos, and let it bob for a second or two in Byron's line of vision....she allowed him to slide home in her sister's ass yet one more time as she came to stand with heels spread wide on either side of Wip's head....Wip glanced up in her sex-induced haze, and at least realized that that was an awfully big dick about a yard from her head....she was both thankful and envious that she wouldn't be sampling it.... Sydd gripped Byron behind his head, one hand on the nape of his neck and began to feed him cock....she truly had the need to face fuck him—again, and in earnest...and he was dutiful.... Wip's turn to get the spray as she churned her ass on his cock and watched him suck cock as good she ever could...it turned her on even more...made her grind on that dick even harder in spite of, or because of, his 'pre-occupation'.... Sydd reached deep down his throat with that pretty she-cock....she wanted him to gag on it...to coat her dick richly with spit and precum....he did what she wanted.... The face-fuck cream she churned up pooled in his mouth and them seeped out in ropes and necklace of nasty confectioner's glaze...some of it falling on Wip, and where she was lucky, splashing her mouth and lips.... She licked greedily.... Sydd stepped away from Byron...for only an instant....she tore open the magnum wrapper with those lovely canines and slid it on without missed a beat....then she was back in Byron's throat.... She leaned over him.... 'Take it, Bitch....' She crooned softly, without malice....this 'Bitch' was a term of reverence and affection, and the way that deep-throated and slobbered over all that cock made it only too clear.... Sydd stepped back a second time....watched her twin urge Byron to treat her ass 'properly'...he put his back and his full length into it and Wip swooned again...he leaned forward to kiss her deeply—her turn, this time, to taste her sister on Byron's lips and tongue—inside his entire mouth...through all this, he continued pumping, his ass high as he slid to the bottom of her hotness.... Sydd took two steps behind Byron....a strong hand on each cheek....she spit directly into that brown eye....did it sizzle when that wetness hit it or was it just the heat of sexual imagination?...never mind....what happened next was indeed the stuff of fantasy, but it was not imaginary.... Sydd leveraged herself over Byron's asshole...let the head of her hot, slick, rubbered cock rest there briefly....then she leaned forward with all her weight—135, lean, mean muscular pounds—and slid home.... His asshole was on fire....this was the last hurrah for his big dick as our grl bottomed in him....even Wip knew it—not from the extra weight of her sister—Sydd had calculated it—braced herself so that Wip would feel little or nothing of her weight—it was the tremendous swelling of Byron's already tremendously swollen dick that was the signal.... For what might have been 30 seconds—maybe a full minute—Byron filled the walls of Wip's ass with more flesh than either could have imagined possible....then 'lightening' erupted from the tip of Byron's dick, scalding both he and Wip through the condom...then Byron went into his own wail, soon to be joined by Wip in another duet.... 'O my gawd! O my fuckin' gawd!'....the man was actually sobbing...so was Wip.... Sydd's turn now....she had no intention of prolonging this and forestalling her own pleasure....she had calculated no more than ten or so good, deep, hard strokes before she would be ready to give it up....she was close—eleven, and the moan started from what seemed like her balls—deep and low—and spewed out of her mouth, just like the cum geysering out of her cock.... 'Ooooooooooo!....' like a low, tiger's snarl.... Sista Sagas Cum rocketed into the nipple of the magnum....balloning it against the bottom of Byron's asshole...forcing him into two or three spasms up Wip's ass....both howling again.... *** Sydd disengaged...Byron rolled away from Wip.... Sydd pulled her sister to her as she rolled the condom from Byron's still hard cock.... Together, the two of them went down on him like big, hungry cats, sucking cream.... He shuddered...then they came up, both sticking their cum-covered tongues in his mouth and sharing what they had found.... 'So Bi-ron.... how was 'dessert'?...' Sydd whispered....and both she and Wip laid back and giggled...