0 comments/ 13891 views/ 4 favorites Sydd~The Dare Ch. 01 By: sydian When the door opened, the white fur slid from her shoulders and she was absolutely naked.... It all started as a dare.... And Sydian, 'Mistress of the Calculated Risk,' thought it one dare too good to pass up.... Some friends, a few wmn like herself: secure, independent, quite professional—you've met them: Avia, Nika, Golden; some sisters of the vaginal-type; and some brothers, were planning a 'bachelor'/ 'bachelorette' party.... Hmmmmm...a little difficult to wrap your head around, huh? Well, they do exist—let me use that word again—some 'secure' individuals whose sexuality doesn't frighten them, their friends, or their spouses—same gender or not.... bi friends—male and female—were getting married—openly bi, not 'dl'—Sydd and her buds didn't have much time for those types—they didn't dislike them—in fact there was empathy and sympathy—they simply observed all the energy that was drained from the need to skulk rather than walk upright through this life.... In any case, Terrence was secure and announced in his bi-ness, and Cary, his intended, was in hers....they were quite a couple.... And they shared.... Cary—'Rye' to those who love her, was literally a piece of work—'a piece of work'.... 'Rye' not because of her choice of drink—though she was far more potent; 'Rye,' possibly because of that wicked sense of humor; 'Rye,' maybe because of that raucous North African music she bumped and ground to.... 'Wry Rye,' in any case.... Rye who placed her confidence in Sydd, and even trusted her with her men, women, and wmn....Sydd and Rye, like sisters...though the two would have been kicked out of any self-respecting family for their antics—sexual and otherwise.... So, there they were when the door opened....a full house, Rye, Terrence 'Afar' ('Terrence the African,' they teased him), and all the usual suspects....who would have never missed this joyous evening—their joy—and then again, the promised 'entertainment'.... Sydd had sent the music ahead...a grl couldn't just dance to anything.... This Sydd knew from experience. She had danced her way through college, grad, and law schools...at a time when the only 'legitimate' work wmn like her could get meant shaking ass—and lots of it (not that Sydd had a lot, but the athlete in her served her well....) So, in those days, it was either shaking ass or selling ass—a distinction not easily made, and Sydd was the first to admit to the one or two favors she might have sold.... Now, on occasion—rare, rare occasion—Sydd would venture to an after-hours spot; usually with Avia, and see if a fifty-something could still move it....the bills stuffed in her garter attested to more than just charity.... She caused many of the younger wmn to stop and stare....some with not a little bit of jealousy: 'What's that old bitch got?!'....someone—on occasion, Avia, though, not always—would give the answer: 'Something you don't. But... if you shut up... and observe... you might learn. If not... ask her... and she might SELL you some....' That usually led to silence...and observation.... *** Sydd could still remember...not just the first time she danced...but the first time it was discovered that she had a 'little something extra'—actually, a great deal of something extra.... He was cute enough.... That was his major problem.... He had possibly heard it so many times that it influenced every misogynistic impulse he had—at best, the feminine was meat to be handled and abused....When he entered, Sydd retreated to the furthest corner of the dance space...she was not certain if it was fear that drove her or not.... Now, the record should be set straight.... Our Sydd is the fearless type...but here, the fear had two dimensions: first, Sydd was afraid of being 'exposed'.... Yep, in a sense, our grl was on the 'dl' here....everyone assumed—in spite of that short, nappi, blond head...that she was the real thing—even the other dancers; though there was some talk of how cut she was, and the deep, smoky jazz of her voice....in those days, she tucked, and tucked well.... Second, she was afraid of what she would do if he so much as spoke to her...in the wrong way...let alone, touched her.... She had, though few knew, spent her time in an official war-zone; she was an ex-combatant....she was also a very serious student of a couple of martial arts...the grace of these two was that they counseled discipline.... She watched him warily from the moment he entered.... He handled the other girls...they were his property....he groped, pinched, prodded, inserted, sometimes even bit....very few protested...the simpler 'bitches'—a term of varied meanings and nuances, but you get it here—even swooned and returned for more.... These even hovered round to talk about 'what a man he was'.... Sydd, from a distance, simply watched.... He watched too.... When she mounted the stage, he left his table and took a seat along the stage-rail.... He muscled his way in displacing a few other regulars—eliciting his share of grumbles and curses—under breath...he had a 'reputation'.... When Sydd took the stage, the whole room seem to surge forward.... Years later, she figured it out: it was the exoticism. She was more 'boyish' then than could ever be imagined now. The breasts were budding...well, maybe even more than that...the body was slim and tight—just as it is to this day—the ass, though not big by today's standards, was shaped and firm—and it could 'talk'....the legs belonged both to a sprinter and a long-distance runner....in stilettos, from the toes to the juncture of her thighs, they seemed to go on forever....Yeh, it was the suspected 'sissy' that really turned all of these men on...but how could they know that then? Not even she did.... *** She started her set. She loved the jazzy stuff, the hard African beats, and the Latin riffs that forced her ass to move almost involuntarily.... Beats that put swivel in her hips where she thought it unimaginable.... Her favorites were those combinations that came in slow grinds that allowed her to literally hump air.... On stage her partners were there, she/he/they were simply invisible.... Her routine worked. Night after night, the stage was papered with dollar bills—literally carpeted by the time she came down.... Ones, fives, tens....an occasional twenty....once or twice, a fifty.... Sometimes she had to pay attention to who threw what.... Some of the men in the audience had little or no business 'throwing money away'....discretely after the set, on the pretense of a hug, she'd stuff a bill or two back into a shirt-pocket...or if she felt bolder, elsewhere.... *** She could make out his voice above all the others....where they encouraged and cajoled; where they made light banter and caused her to smile....his words, slurred and hot and heavy with alcohol were abusive and vulgar: 'she's a nasty lil bitch'.... 'I got som'thin' for that tight lil ass to dance on...' 'cum on over here, ho....cum get Daddi's cock....' But, what should she have expected? She was a dancer. She was literally using her body to excite men...and women—yeh, they came in too.... It was a place that promoted the sexual and the vulgar.... And she was at the center of that promotion.... With his every word, she danced further away from him....giving her attention to the others in the room, and flaunting that tight, sexy body at him....teasing...no tormenting, him with the prospect of what he could never have....would never have.... Every twist of the hip...each pelvic thrust...bump and grind...pout of those delicious lips....made his cock and rage rise.... Even at the tender age—early/mid twenties—Sydd knew what she was doing—she knew how to control: herself; her sexuality; and, them.... Last song in the set.... She spun; back to the audience....grabbing the pole down way low....she arched her back, spread her taloned legs and let that ass dance in tight hot circles....she just let the music take her away.... She heard the groans and moans in the crowd....she could imagine the hands being thrust furtively into damp pockets, secretly clutching aching, swollen meat....she knew she was the cause....but in this moment, she was oblivious....the music—her dance—had sexually transported her above all this.... She had—as she did every set—worked herself into a sexually frenzy....a cool, subdued sexual heat....she was cumming on that stage—she did every night—everyone knew....this was their reason for catching her sets—for crowding close.... But she did it with such incredible reserve...such poise...such control...that it WAS a spectacle...but one hardly to be believed.... So, she hadn't noticed him pushing his way round stage.... She was totally off guard when the big, hot ham of a hand slapped her ass, grabbed it, and then ripped her thong away.... With that one motion, time seemed to stop.... The crowd seemed to freeze, except for the choking gasp that came from it.... 10+ inches of hard cock, in the act of cumming swung violently from where it had been securely tucked between the cheeks of her ass forward—away from the crowd—spraying creamy sap from her thighs to the bank of wall-high mirrors that framed the stage.... Another gasp.... moans (ecstatic!)....and then a howl that froze the room again.... Sydd's.... *** The legs crossed with uncanny exactness as she went into the spin....it was a dance move, but one like few in this audience had ever seen—capoeira and wushu in its art....Sydd's head snapped round with focused precision—the defensive need to locate her violator as quickly as possible.... His shock at being confronted eye to eye with over ten inches of cock didn't keep him from blurting out 'YOU SISSY-BITCH! YOOOOOOU FUCKIN' FAGGOT!' Too late.... In the wushu, Sydd was 'bent and flexed like the bow'...and when her hand found his windpipe, it was with the power of 'a thundering wave'....she leveraged herself and raised him from the crowd by his throat.... In the same motion....she rolled to her back, scissored her booted legs and went into a nutcracker as she hoisted and flipped his 210 pounds over her head....the stage rocked with the impact of the crash as she came to rest on his chest.... *** All Sydd could manage was 'How dare you! How dare you!! How fuckin', damn dare you!' He wheezed, 'GET OFF ME, YOU LIL FUCKIN' FAGGOT....' The rage rose in Sydd's face.... 'I'll get off you alright....I'll get off you.... But you fucked up a particularly important moment here, Fucker....' Ironically, Sydd wasn't referencing the fact that she'd been exposed.... She was referencing that she'd been exposed in the act of cumming—more precisely, BEFORE SHE HAD FINISHED cumming.... He tried to push her off...throw her off....but she was surprisingly stronger than she looked and she knew how to leverage her weight....quicker than he could ever move, she pinned his biceps beneath her knees and bore down with all 130 lbs....even for a 210 pounder, the pain could be excruciating....the result, immobilizing.... His pain was audible.... Sydd's move had also placed her big cock on his chin.... *** 'Yeh...I'll get off you, alright, Mutha-fucka,' Sydd glared.... 'But first, You're gonna get ME off!'.... She could feel the power swelling in her dick as the last of her words spilled from her mouth....what had been resting on his chin, now began a slow, steady climb up his bottom lip.... She pinched his nostrils closed and leaned forward close enough for him catch every exotic scent of her in spite of it.... She hissed softly into his ear: 'If you so much as THINK about biting me, you'll leave here not only being unable to hear....' She slapped his ear-hole with her open palm; then reaching behind her, she stretched and found his nuts and squeezed.... 'You'll leave dickless, as well....' *** For good measure, she twisted hard....harder....that, with the nose pinching had the desired effect: pain and suffocation made him gasp for air....and just like that, Sydd made him gag.... She wasn't quite able to push all that cock down his throat, but she managed enough to make her point....her strokes were deliberate....there was no confusing her motions for acts of kindness—they were not.... as she bore down with her kneecaps into the flesh of his biceps, she was afforded the angle she needed to ride his throat....and he was powerless.... And she.... She was powerful.... As close to being all-powerful as she ever would come.... As close to being all-powerful as she would ever want to come—she knew this after years of reflection.... The power in her—the lust of domination—compelled her to seize his ears....she used them to force her way deeper into and down his gullet.... They were the points of control...the reins by which she directed his hot, slimy mouth to do her bidding.... They were symbolic of the fact that she—at this moment—'reigned' over him.... In the moments alone after this act, she was embarrassed—ashamed—that she could treat another human being this way, in spite of the unanimity of the crowd that he deserved it.... But in this moment of anger—for the last time in her life—Sydd's rage took control.... She pumped his mouth as if she were pumping good pussy or ass.... Only with an abandon that seemed manic....precum and spit backed up through the corners of his mouth....her cock wore a rich, thick, slick white coat....the product of his gag reflex.... O, it felt good to her....so damn good.... Even better when she realized he was moaning too.... She reached behind her once more.... With no difficulty she found his thick, hard member....skull-fucking had excited the boi—he was getting off on all that big, pretty cock being stuffed down his throat.... She leaned into his mouth again....arced her body so that she could bring her lips within earshot: 'You sorry, little hating bastard....you probably leave here every night looking for cock to suck....YOU love sucking cock and everyone in the bar can see it!' The thought...and then giving voice to it—that he loved sucking cock; and everyone in this room he had ever threatened, bullied, molested, could see it—sent Sydd over the edge.... She bellowed—roared—as she bottomed in his throat and hot, hot cum jetted against the back of his mouth....there was the sound of his choking, retching, gagging over her eruption....then she pulled away from him, her dick popping free of his mouth, its momentum slapping him.... She gripped him hard from beneath his chin....thumb and forefinger digging into each cheek....and kissed him deep and forcefully....at that moment, she learned never to waste what was hers—what had come from her.... Then.... she slapped him hard across the face.... 'Don't you ever fuck with me.... Or anyone else in here, for that matter....' *** It sounded like the splattering of raindrops on a flat roof....then it swelled to thunderous applause as Sydd pulled herself to her feet and collected her thong.... She didn't bother with the money strewn round the stage.... She figured this career was over.... She had, however, experienced her first taste of what it meant to be dominant—to be in physical control of another individual, and to realize that that individual was excited by it to the extent that he/she came too....Yes...he had come....the sticky, translucent streaks on her boots were proof enough.... There were lots of hands to help her from the stage that night.... *** She didn't wait to be called in....as soon as she was showered and dressed, she went straight to the manager's office.... 'May I have my last week's pay?' There was no desire for pity in her tone; but resignation was its edge... He looked up over the smoke haze of the cigar-butt he chomped: "Why? You got a better gig than this?'.... 'I thought...after tonight....' 'That's the problem with you smart-ass, college girls...you think too much.... If I let you go, all my customers would leave with you....besides, before tonight's, eh, ' revelation' you was packing 'em in anyway.... Now, I figure, when word gets out about how 'special' you are.... I'll have to turn 'em away.... So, whaddya want, more money?...' 'I just thought....' 'More money.... You think too much....take tommora off...be on time Friday....' *** Some of the girls looked sidewise at her as she moved to the exit.... One or two actually said 'Goodnight'.... There were those who were wondering if what they had seen was true...and if they might.... She pulled up her collar against the wind, turned into it.... Then a voice, soft: 'Wait up! ....You forgot this....' A wad of bills is pressed into Sydd's hand.... 'Mind if walk?....I'm travelin' this way....' It was Rye.... And that was many years ago.... *** Sydd~The Dare Ch. 02 The Dare II: Nakedness—Not Quite At the door....Absolutely naked.... Well....not quite.... There was the white fur; the white boots; the white thigh-highs; and, the tassled belt....there was the white fur beret....So.... 'absolutely naked'? only...sorta.... Before she rang the bell, she stood there...for a long time—five...ten minutes.... She stood there and just listened.... First to the music—HER music—pumpin' and drivin' and pushin' and pulsating....the force of the sound waves pushing the walls in and out like a big, living thing....like some gigantic heart, full of life.... And, then, she could sense the life—feel it—hear it....her people, laughing, talking, shouting, loving, living....giving off—sharing—the positive rhythms good life always does....their voices; their vibes, the invisible hands on her waist, hips, ass....making her sway....making her dance.... Outside that door.... She rang the bell....the whiteness of the fur slid from her shoulders and framed them like two polished and waxed orbs of onyx....her neck—black, gazelle-like, rising between them....the coat clutched at the waist....affording an ample vision of those full, thick-nippled C's above, just barely covering them....and those long, long booted legs below [how could there be such long legs on such a little 'package?'].... *** The door opened to a duo....by a duo....Sable and Roan...mzzez blue-black and red, together....[see 'Sydian~ Working Out' and 'Sydian~At Dinner'—shameless, ain't I?...lol]....Sable, that narrow, boyish, tight, ebonied body...eraser-tipped nipples, and that stunning face framed by a blue-black, asymmetric cut....Roan...as tall as Sable was short... 'thick,' full-breasted, narrow-waisted, wide-hipped, coppered beauty with cascading copper hair swept up in a twist and 'pinned' with two black lacquered 'chop-sticks'....Roan, whose height led to the propensity for skirts and dresses that defied 'shortness,' lived up to her reputation: it was a black, see-through bandeau, that hardly covered her nipples and barely reached her clit....what-the-hell?....no one was protesting.... Sable was the true 'opposite'....she wore a long sheath of white linen over that slender body she had 'biblically' 'anointed with oil'....it may not have been what the psalmist had in mind....but it was certainly intended to make many 'a cup runneth over' tonight.... There they both were at the door, snugged into its frame.... 'So...it takes two of you to answer the door?' Sydd quipped.... 'It takes more than two to greet you, Ms. Thang... but we won't go there, will we?...'Sable shot back....thrusting those big raisins against the oiled film of linen.... Sydd reached out and gave a little twist.... 'Ouch, Bitch!' 'That didn't hurt you, in the least, you little pussy'....as her other gloved hand lightly gave a spank to Roan's pouting lips and clit and got the expected 'Mmmmmmmm....' 'I know,' Sable winked.... 'It's just good to know that I can still get your attention....And that's 'Mz Good Little Pussy to you...and I know you ain't forgot that!'.... More laughter.... They ushered Sydd in as Roan announced: 'The 'entertainment' is here!'....squeezing Sydd's crotch to punctuate her proclamation.... *** From the foyer, Sydd quickly scanned the living room.... All the loves of her life were there, plus a few more....R was in a corner regaling Terrence....Rye had caught the two hostesses and was comparing outfits.... 'Jr.' was there...Avia in the nook of his arm on the sofa [see 'Sydd~ Grad Dresser'], and next to her—almost as close as she was to him—was Angela....as pale as Sable was dark, but with a thing for hair like Sable's—Blue-black, geometrics, that matched her Goth ways....Sydd mused on this trio...Angela was going to have a hard time deciding which dick to take tonight...of course, being the smartie she was, she would take them both—probably at the same time.... Sydd craned ever so slightly and caught sight of someone that would have made her loose her dentures if her teeth had not been all her own—Wip! ['Sydd~Wip and Sydd'] Sydd's twin had flown in from the other coast.... Their eyes met almost simultaneously....Wip rose effortlessly; kind of flowed cross the floor in spite of the almost impossible height of those heels—and hugged her sister like there was no tomorrow.... Sydd returned the embrace...kissed the girl...then held her at arms length and under her breath: 'What the hell are you doing here???!!!'.... A raised eyebrow on Wip's part.... 'I heard you were dancin',' she started....then.... 'They are my friends too, you know!....besides....I fucked him before either of you....you or Rye....In fact'—this with all the mischief she could muster—'I'm the one who turned him out! And, I've still got the commemorative strapon to prove it!'.... Sydd had to laugh at that.... 'True...true...as rumor, might have it.... Get yourself some new titties, and you just fuck anything walking....' 'If it's cute....' *** The Mental Note Nika saunters over....puts her hand firmly on the ass-cheek of the much too short, black leather skirt that babi-sister has been poured into; barely hiding the tops of the black, seamed Cuban-heeled stockings that flow into wickedly pointed, high-taloned black patent pumps—breasts spilling over the matching leather bustier....As Wip turns—almost too close—flashes the million dollar smile that has become the hallmark of the family, Nika squeezes ass and shows no sign of relinquishing it... and with the wit that has made her such a danger: 'I see you two know each other'.... And again the three laugh deep.... 'So....' Nika continues—looking pointedly at Sydd...pointed tongue sliding across a perfect bite before revealing all of its thickness—'Let's get this party started!....' with that, she turns on stilettoed heel with Wip—hand still firmly on that ass—as if the two of them were some friggin' ice-skating duo.... Sydd then becomes aware that Nika's red garb, matches Wip's to a 't'.... 'Played'.... Sydd winces.... 'this could become a very 'interesting' evening....' she muses....particularly if she and Wip are fucking the same person.... 'Make a mental note....' A blue note.... *** On key, the beats start....Roan has inserted another mixed cd....Sydd catches Rye's mischievous wink.... Time to play.... *** Foreplay As is fitting...the first dance...or in this case, DANCES...should go to the newly-weds....however, even in deference to protocol, there needs to be the warm-up—'foreplay,' if you will.... Sydd takes in the room once more....marks all their positions....they will be her 'props' tonight.... Rye takes both Terrence and R by the hands and leads them to one of the big sofas in the massive living-room....she makes herself comfortable between them.... Sydd....white fur still on, clutched at the waist, shoulders and thighs bare...waits in the portal of the foyer....the recessed lights are dimmed so that what seems like a thousand flickering candles take their place....they dance in prelude to Sydd's performance....their flames lick the shimmering darkness of her skin....In one corner, someone shivers at the sight...in another there is a slight gasp....Rye fidgets on her ass, trying to satisfy an itch by sinking deep into the sofa cushion; her hand in the lap of the man on either side of her.... In the stillness of this room—save and incessant beat—you would have thought that no one here had ever laid eyes on Sydian before this moment.... And they all laid eyes on her now.... This is exactly what she wanted....it was what she waited for before she could start—she needed undivided attention.... She clutched the fur at the waist, bent her knees slightly and dipped.... She dipped so that a thousand flickering flames would catch her sleek, black marbled shoulders and make their way down into her cleavage.... She dipped and bent her knees so that her thighs would steal from under the coat.... She stood there, white booted, stilettoed-heels slightly apart, unmoving, and subtly rotated those powerful, boyish hips in the slowest, yet possibly, nastiest undulations experienced.... Through the tightness of tight cloth, Rye felt the cock on either side begin to strain.... 'That's my grl....,' she thought, with a smile.... Sydd began to slowly pivot in the arch...lingering in profile long enough to let the hard nippled cones of her breasts peek through white fur.... Someone cleared a throat....peripheral vision caught Avia, hand under Angela's tight Goth mini, her tongue in Avia throat...each with an eye on Sydd....Jr. with both eyes on them, the peak of the silk tent in his pajama pants beginning to darken.... Sydd pivoted until her back was to the room.... She pulled the coat tight across the back of her thighs and with that began to rock her ass back and forth, very slowly.... She rocked to make the hem of the fur rise ever so slightly with every oscillation....to make it rise until her ass-cheeks were fully exposed as she clamped all of that semi-erect cock in front of her, out of their view.... She glanced in the foyer mirror....her movement and the sight of it caught her by surprise...and began to excite her even more.... She knew that they were catching glances here and there, so she spread the coat to either side like huge wings....now the vision was hers alone—but the motion it incited was theirs.... And it was incredibly hot.... In the mirror, Sydd caught the flickering room and the heated bodies in it....Sable and Roan had flanked Jr.... both had a hand in his silk pants, choking that big snake....each had her tongue twisted in his mouth, dueling for possession.... In the far corner, Wip had two fists around Nika's big, pretty cock; her leg slung over Nika's lap...three of Nika's fingers pistoning in and out of Wip's pussy—their blur churning cunt-cream.... Sydd had heard about girls—sisters—who had the same sex partners...she even knew one or two—one or two who played with each other.... One, seeing a picture of Wip, whistled how she'd like to get up in that—get up into both of them....gave Sydd a shiver—a not so unpleasant one—as she tried to brush it off....incest was a place she just couldn't go...she didn't care how fine her twin was.... But looking at this one finger-fuckin' the hell out her sister's pussy made her incredibly hot....the heat was intensified by the fact that her sister was two-fisting cock she had just fucked.... 'O lawd....it's gonna be a long, hard, hot night....' she thought as she glanced at her own image in the mirror—nipples so hard they hurt; cock like a leaking stone.... She was the cause of all this.... *** Newly-Weds+One Just as the song went into its last hard beats, Sydd turned, her arms out-stretched, white fur to either side....her hips swung from one arch post to the other sending that big, pretty black cock into a slow motion twirl.... In the less-than-a-second between one song and the next, the coat slid to the floor....Not absolutely naked: white fur beret; white beaded choker; tassel belt; white crotchless butterfly; silk cock-choker; white thigh-highs; white boots.... Not absolutely naked but totally exposed.... To the beat...she skipped-sauntered across the room to where Rye squirmed between the two men she was making squirm.... Rye was choking a big, pretty cock in each hand....Terrence and R, not undone by Sable and Roan, were tongue-wrestling with Rye as well.... Sydd stopped in front of them—within arms reach—legs spread, hips jerking, cock spinning with her hands behind her head.... She leaned forward while she cranked those hips, and let the creamed foam of her spit seep through polished lips to cascade over the purple head of Terrence's cock as Rye pumped it.... Rye moaned as she saw it hit and seem to sizzle....Two, three-finger sets were invading her coochie and working her clit.... Sydd bent at the waist, hands behind her back, sucked the head of Terrence's cock hard into her mouth just as it appeared above Rye's fist....Both Rye and Terrence moaned in unison as Rye fed Sydd the cock....Sydd made the groom-to-be like a rock.... Through it all, in true form, Rye hadn't loosened her grip on that other dick.... In fact, her ability to 'multi-task' was so good that R was rising out of his seat with every stroke....he gripped the back of the sofa to leverage his thrusts into that soft, sweet hand.... Here, Sydd repeated her ministrations.... The hot, creamy foam of her mouth hit the iron of R's cock and the friction of Rye's fist...the sensation caused R's ass to twitch—almost convulse.... He thrust hard into the tightness of Rye's fist, and when that pretty cock head popped through the other side, Sydd trapped it in a mouth made for fucking.... R bellowed, then whined, as his cock was fucked by the combination of Rye's fist and Sydd's mouth.... *** Sydd came up for air....It was Rye's turn.... Sydd turned round and began slow figure-eights of her ass and hips just at a distance where Rye could focus properly....the movement giving Rye glimpses of those pretty, shaved balls, and that beautiful grl-pole... Rye knew what she wanted.... She stood, turned so that her ass barely touched Sydd's...kneeled, took R's hand and placed it round Terence's hard, hot cock.... She did the same with Terence, then got them back to the rhythm she had established....she pulled their two faces together and forced them to kiss...she held them there until they gathered what she wanted.... then they went at it on their own—hot, hard, and deep without any assistance or prompting from her.... Rye knew that there was much more she'd be doing with these two—in short order.... On her knees, she turned to face Sydd's hot, dancing ass.... A hand on each cheek, she gripped hard and spread them....Sydd sighed hard in anticipation as the hot, hard snake of a tongue burrowed into her dark, sweet lair.... Sydd exhaled again, then she and Rye moaned in unison as Rye gripped Sydd's serpent, held fast and pumped cock and ass-hole simultaneously.... Those not totally preoccupied, redoubled their own carnal efforts at that sight of their 'Muse' being so used.... Sydd knew Rye's 'power'.... She endured her for a moment, then danced away, motioning to Rye's 'unfinished' business.... *** Terrence and R were still in a serious lip-lock, cranking each other's cock.... Rye put her lips and tongue between the two and lashed each with her sweetness.... She wanted another 'wedding gift'—one of several before the night was out—from the two of them.... She pulled them—now both naked—to the floor, onto the giant white flokati.... She pushed Terrence onto his back and dropped her haunches onto his face, smearing his lips and mouth with all the excitement he had caused.... She pulled R to her, gripping him both forearms, and kissed him hard just as his cock came into contact with her clit.... There was a slight charge as she deliberately slid back and down Terrence's chin....R' cock replacing her pussy in Terrence's mouth....she still pulling him forward, forcing him to lodge all that dick in Terrence's throat....using her weight to bear him down on to the other prize—Terrence's cock.... There was no hesitation...in this atmosphere, among these people, this was only too natural....Rye was in her element—two beautiful, beautiful black men—hard bodied and big cocked—sixty-nining for her....At that moment, her first cum came.... It forced her down hard on her hips in the middle of the rug....she had to gather herself as her head swam.... When she did, she stuck a tongue or fingers up this ass-hole or the other... she sucked dick simultaneously with both of them....and when they came in unison—throwing Sydd off her beat with their bellowing—she shared cum with the two of them—swapping it from one mouth to the next.... *** Wip's eyes were bugged....Nika's pole was still in the vice of her fist, but she was fixed on the sight of those two hard male bodies sucking cock....involuntarily, she gapped her legs even wider, and Nika got in her little finger and thumb....the twin had a fist up her pussy....With that, her eyes rolled back in her head...she shuddered and went into tremors.... 'First time for everything,' Nika mumurred.... Wip's lids flutter open as she tried to get more of Nika's wrist.... 'I mean, first for a fist....and first seeing bois go at it, huh?' Wip shook her head 'yes'....then tried to speak, 'D...Do....Do you...you...yooooou....th-think they're gonna fuck.....????' 'O, I should think so, Darlin... I'm hopin' on it....and knowing Ms. Rye, its gonna happen....' Her fist pistoning smoothly up that slick, creamed chute.... Sydd caught her sister riding Nika's wrist, 'Lil slut....' She whispered to herself with a smile.... *** New Triad Avia was busy with the newness of eating pussy—or at least, so it would seem—she was going at it with such gusto, you would have thought that it was the first time....or, maybe it was the flash of recollection at how good a woman could taste.... Jr. was having 'difficulties' all his own.... He was 'surrounded.' Roan and Sable had closed in from behind; reaching over the sofa from either side to slide a hand beneath his waist-band....Roan's thick, gauze covered nipple stuck in one ear; Sable's tongue threatening to make him deaf in the other.... His hearing was obviously muffled, but he could make out one of them: 'Damn, girl! Avia's been riding this all by herself....' 'Not anymore, Boo....' the other voice giggled.... 'Rumor is, the Diva herself hasn't touched this....' As if divinely summoned...Sydd floated in, her tassel and cock twirling...slapping Roan and then Sable on the ass with cock as she slid her hips from side to side....one of them moaned, 'Ooooooo, Mami....' Her voice full of enough syrup to send a diabetic into shock.... Sydd slid her hands over the two perfect, yet different, asses until she found the juncture at the pout of their pussy lips.... As to be expected, the lips and thighs were slick enough to cause a multi-lane pile-up on the interstate....Sydd and the aura and activities in the room had everything to do with the hot ice that covered their thighs....no act was shielded from anyone in the room.... Sydd dipped two fingers into each of the hot honey pots of her gym-mates and worked them to the rhythm of her own hips....the beat was a strong Latin picco—it could have been Eddie or Tito or Reuben....it didn't matter...it was kickin' and it made those slim, muscular hips and that tight bubble butt, rise and fall and jump from side to side in one continuous motion....and the play of her digits in those pussies had the other two dancing on them as well.... Sydd only allowed her fingers to remain in the humid heat of Roan and Sable's sweetness long enough to build a cadence....gracefully, she removed them—the other two were somewhat 'distracted'—tonguing each other and Jr.—sliding them up the valley of those ass-cheeks until she located another haven....the beat was meringué and three asses worked to it like the hottest salsa picanté.... Sydd...fingers up those asses now...made those women dance....on the other end, this translated to tremendous pressure on Jr.'s dick.... The silk of his pajama bottoms was slick with the precum they were expertly milking from him.... He thrashed from the waist down...his ass gyrating on the cushions as those two fists pumped him in tandem....from the torso up, he was immobilized—two tongues in his mouth and a thumb and forefinger pinching and twisting each nipple, keeping him in check and ecstasy.... His cumming was muffled, but, quite noticeable....his ass levitated off the sofa as he pushed that thick cock through the ten fingers encircling it.... The silk darkened even more as the thick, sticky fluid saturated it.... Sydd~The Dare Ch. 02 Sable and Roan came with him....their asses rhumba-ing on the fingers that pumped them....their knees collapsing against the sofa back.... They did, however, have the presence of mind to pull their sticky, cum-drenched fists from Jr.'s pants and feed each other and him.... Sydd did a deft disengagement herself—dragging her fingers from her lovers' asses.... She danced round the front of the divan, gracefully slid to her knees—all in rhythm—then, murmured—to no one in particular—'I 've put this off long enough....' With that she opened that glossy, red-slashed mouth very wide and lowered it down onto Jr.'s still hard, silk-covered, cum-whipped cock.... Once again...he thrashed and moaned—very, very loudly—through the cum-ladened fingers that stuffed his mouth.... *** Dominoes Black and white...white and black.... This was Avia—head down, ass up in Angela's crotch....This was Angela—creamy, creaming thighs twining round Avia's neck; ass twisting to the tongue-lashing Avia was applying.... The only coherence in the incoherence of her whining and cursing was about a 'pretty, big-dick, black bitch'.... Avia could only 'hum' into Angela's pussy as the other woman clutched the back of her head.... Hands and thighs gripped Avia....the pressure around her head must have been forcing blood to her cock.... It was the biggest Sydd had seen it in quite sometime...and Avia was another 'big little grl'.... The tempo slowed slightly, but Sydd could anticipate the next cut.... This one, however, had a beat that demanded a 'baton'—Avia's big, pretty cock.... Sydd dance into Angela's line of sight....the eyes were glazed, but they acknowledged the source of all their heat....they flickered on Sydd, then rolled back as Avia's tongue juiced up that clit with another electrical charge that pulsed from Angela's thighs to those bright magenta nipples.... Sydd settled in behind Avia—ass still up, head still down in all that pussy—Sydd's cock catching in the slickness of that ass-valley....Avia moaned into pussy, and Sydd began to lap-dance in reverse.... Sydd slid her cock up and down the channel between Avia's ass-cheeks....once or twice, Avia showed appreciation by glancing back over her shoulder—but never too long; she was dutiful about the pleasures of this new found treat—this 'custard'.... She really demonstrated her thanks by working against Sydd's cock and pelvis the way any professional dancer would....here was a real test for the two of them: who would make whom cum first.... Sydd and Avia had played this game too often...Sydd had watched Avia play it with Jr., watching him loose every time, as Avia made him nut, almost at will....Avia had talent—no doubt—but Sydd—Sydd—had the 'upper hand'....so-to-speak.... Actually, Sydd had the free hand, and it was now wrapped around Avia's dick.... Eating pussy had made grlfriend too hard.... She had pooled a puddle on the hardwood between her knees, and Sydd was working Avia's dick-oil back along that hard, wood rod.... More thrashing....Avia's head, mouth, tongue, from side to side in Angela's pussy as Sydd's length slid up and down that valley of ass, every now and then, the head of her cock pricking the tight rosette of Avia's asshole....each time giving Avia as much electricity as she had given Angela.... Avia's cock was frothing in Sydd's fist....Angela's thighs clenched and stiffened around Avia's neck....the howl befitted a bitch wolf on a full mooned night—the Goths would have been proud.... Avia, on the other hand was forced to sob into that sweet, hot pussy as Sydd literally wrung cum from her cock—thick, hot, creamy globs splattering between her knees.... Sydd wiped a gooey hand on Angela's pussy and pushed Avia's head back into it....it didn't take much.... The beat changed.... Sydd was on her feet to something African....the percussion would grab the middle of a bar and explode two or three times—'Bang! Bang! Bang!'—the staccato would make Sydd's hips pop on cue.... Perfect for fucking Angela's mouth.... And Angela was cock-greedy....it wouldn't be fair to say that she was more so than any other cock-sucker in the room....clearly she was among equals—she had met her matches—she WAS in the right place, keeping the right company.... So...she attempted to keep pace with Sydd's conga-inspired shenanigans.... Between percussive bangs, Sydd would draw that cock all the way back to the point where it simply rested on Angela's thick collagen-enhanced lips....then, on cue—just when Angela thought she had lost all that dick—Sydd would go 'Bang! Bang! Bang!'.... Angela was not amused....but everyone else was....as Sydd danced away.... *** Pole Dancing Sydd stood in the middle of the floor banging to the 'rat-a-tat-tat of African percussion...her hips jerking...ass swiveling....back arched and cock sticking up like Mr. Eiffel's tower.... A throat cleared behind her.... She glanced over her shoulder to see a twenty being waved at her.... 'Just like old times....' she thought.... She shot back at the 'throat-clearer': 'You can do better than that!' 'In case you hadn't checked, Sweet-Ass, there are five of these—not one!' Sydd turned in the direction of her sister's voice....Nika was now sitting in the gap between Wip's thighs, her naked back being coated with pussy-oil as Wip reached round her waist to grip her pretty monster with both hands....she was pumping another kind of oil from that 'rig'.... 'Come dance for us, Babi,' Nika's voice was husky...strained.... 'Yes....come dance for us....' Her sister's voice burned with desire.... Sydd would have been lying if she said that she was not turned on in the extreme by what she saw there.... Her cock was so hard that it hurt her looking at the two of them.... Wip mocked her stroking all that cock.... Nika mocked her waving that money, pumping into those clenched fists.... The music moved her against her will.... Someone knew exactly what to play....the staccato of the battery had ceased....now the African rhythm slid into a languid, lovers' beat—a slow-fucking jam—Sydd's hips began to rock like water in plastic bags—all liquid; all sensual—not a wasted motion; every motion calculated to excite.... She saw her sister squirm against Nika's back; tighten her grip on all that cock.... She leaned forward to nuzzle that ear; flick it with her tongue—never taking her eyes off her sister.... 'Damn! She's good....too fuckin' hot....,' she whispered into their lover's ear.... Nika could only grunt in assent....caught between the vision of Sydd and the exquisite pleasure of Wip's hand-job, she was mesmerized.... Sydd approached....bow-legged—she meant for the two of them—actually, Wip—to see it all....then....she was going to show her sister something else—in due time.... before this night was over.... Sydd came very close....pumping air so close to Nika's mouth, while her sister pumped thick, clear juice from Nika's cock.... Nika whined with every spurt that Wip pressed out.... Nika whined for Sydd's cock.... Sydd teased her...teased her in front of her sister....teased her sister as well.... Wip's hotness was almost glowing from this exhibition....the heat against Nika's back was almost unbearable.... Bow-legged, Sydd straddled Nika thighs, cock-head inches from those pretty, pouting lips and the tongue that glossed them.... Everyone in the room turned to this spectacle—they used it to rekindle their own sexual infernos—the very fact that they had no idea where it would go....how it would end....took them all to a new level.... *** Sydd danced before Nika's lip's—those pretty, pouty, nasty bee-stung lips—lips, it seemed, she had fucked hundreds of times.... Low, husky.... 'You want me to fuck that mouth, don't you?...' They both nodded....No one could tell that Sydd's question was directed at Wip...except Wip.... The twin responded with that prize-winning smile....her older sister simply replied, 'Slut....' Sydd gripped the arms of the chair, the head of her cock against the softness of Nika's heavily glossed lips.... Nika made to reach for Sydd's cock....Softly, but sharply, Sydd hissed, 'Don't! You know better!'.... Nika settled back in Wip's lap to accept her 'gift'....once again, Wip was bug-eyed.... Her clit was throbbing.... She was sure it had grown two or three inches during this ordeal.... Now, like a mini-cock, it was trapped at the top of the valley of Nika's ass-cheeks.... Sydd's cock glided through the tight O-ring of Nika's lips, forcing her head back into pillows of Wip's breasts.... As Sydd pumped that delicious mouth, she was close enough to smell the sweetness of her sister's breath—to count the shallow in and out of her breathing....to closely watch the lust that danced in her eyes every time Sydd thrust into that Nika's hot mouth.... It became clear that the sing-song 'Mmmmmmmm—Ooooooo' was actually two voices not one—Nika and Wip were performing a duet, and Sydd was the conductor, her baton wedged in Nika's throat.... Sydd leaned to her sister's ear—as close as she would come to tonight—'A bit more than you bargained for, eh, Babi-girl?'.... With that, Wip started the first of her spasms....the hot weight of Nika's body...her clit trapped between the two of them....Sydd's cock buried in their lover's mouth....Nika slobbering over it and loving every inch and minute of it—it was all too much.... The twitch started in Wip's clit...and then shook and wrung her tight, little body like the proverbial 'limp dishrag'.... When it was over, her twin looked down on her—Nika still pulling on that dick with those pretty, thick lips—and said, 'I'm not done with you, yet....' With that, she disengaged from Nika with a 'pop!' Precum and spittle oozed from the corners of Nika's mouth and frosted her lips....she wore a dazed smile.... As Sydd slid down her body—her cock trailing from chin to chest, slapping cock, before her lips came to rest alongside of Nika's cock—she murmured, 'Go ahead, kiss the little bitch.... She's dying to know what I taste like....' The last word was muffled as Sydd swallowed Nika's cock whole, and Nika moaned as she closed her wide-opened mouth over Wip's.... *** Here, virtually, was cock-sucking never before witnessed—cock-sucking with a vengeance! Was it cruelty, or delight, or both? Sydd restrained Nika's hips where Nika wanted to buck into that mouth...to literally plow the sweetness of that mouth.... The other twin wanted to send another message—some might have seen this as all about competition—'sibling rivalry'....others might have reckoned that it was Nika who had 'bitten of more than she could chew'—particularly when Wip's steaming, sweet, sopping wet pussy came down over her mouth.... Now, Nika's hips did buck...and Wip rode her mouth like it was a saddle.... The twins' 'contest' was serious and Nika was caught in the middle....if there had been 'moaning' any where in this room prior or up to this moment, it was surpassed be the noises these three made....an ecstasy muffled by a liquid slurping and sloshing—a loud, liquid slurping and sloshing—of cock in luscious mouth and delicious pussy riding an incredibly beautiful face.... This was only to be outdone by the 'astounding'.... Sydd glanced up from her 'duties' and was faced with a beautiful, tight, muscular ass, not unlike her own—the ass of the 'competition'; the 'adversary'; the 'enemy'[???]—[a friendly enemy; one with whom—at this moment, it seemed—she shared everything].... Gripping Nika's thick piece, her thumb and forefinger under the balls and over the base, Sydd choked off the flow of blood, and made it stand for her and her alone.... Then, with her free hand she did what only she was capable.... With as much force as she could muster and as many strokes as she give, she spanked her sister's pretty black ass til it glowed purple.... til Wip started to spasm and almost shook her self off Nika's mouth....Nika—taking charge of her end—refuse to let her loose—gripped her thighs and at the same moment sucked and lashed that clit as if neither of them would see tomorrow.... Wip's wailing was shameless.... *** 'Unh-unh... not done yet, you little hussy,' Sydd whispered as she grabbed Wip by the hips and yanked....the twin slid from Nika's grasp down her chin and across her torso to become impaled on all that cock.... 'O! O! Oooooooooo! BITCH!...Bitch!...biii-iiitch....O, Mami! O,Mami! ...o, mami, o....,' Wip buried her head in Nika's shoulder and began pounding that cock on her own.... The end of this act: Sydd pulled Jr. up....neither Sable, Roan, nor Avia protested....she led him by his dick to the tableau she had just presented.... She made him watch all that cock going in and out of her sister as she squeezed him hard.... She knelt and took him in again, two or three times....deep....with purpose...enough to gag....to bring up as much spit as possible on that sleek timber....she made sure his vision was fixed on Wip and Nika's fucking....she made sure he was slickly coated.... Then she backed him off...turned and spat directly into her sister's ass-hole.... Nothing more needed to be said.... Wip winced again as the hot spit hit her ass-hole....one more time for those eyes to go wide when Jr. spread her cheeks and eased his cock up that love-tunnel....Sydd was wise enough to know that all Wip's holes had seen use....she may have even dp'd on occasion....the novelty was doing it in front of her sister with her sister's bitch.... Sweet insult to sweet injury —if you could call either 'insult' or 'injury'—was the way in which Sydd drove her tongue down Nika's throat—an act that Nika answered with relish—while Nika pushed her own cock up Wip's pussy in response to Jr.'s dick up that ass.... Wip gritted her teeth one last time—grimace or smile—and hissed 'Bitch' at Sydd before she lost it....in true Black sister form...she brought the other two with her.... *** Sydd winked... *** Newly-Weds Redux A crook of the finger. It caught Sydd's eye as she and the music slid into a tango turn...she hugging her invisible partner closer than close....until Rye stepped in between 'them'.... Rye's breasts on top of Sydd's....thigh between thighs....breath sweet and intoxicating....pelvic thrust and grind.... 'You are soooo bad,' she breathed.... 'Me?' Sydd arching an eyebrow..... 'You....' 'And you're here grinding on me in front of everyone cuz you want to make me 'good,' right?' 'Uhn uhn.... I want you to help me be as bad as you,' Rye spoke right into Sydd's mouth....unnerving and totally stimulating.... 'How?' Sydd came back, extending her tongue and tracing the pattern of Rye's lipstick.... 'Wedding gift,' was Rye's reply.... 'Wedding gift?' Sydd mused.... 'Mmmmm-huh....' 'Sooooo, what?' Sydd asks.... Rye flutters the lashes, 'Boi-action....' 'You just had boi-action,' Sydd whispers... 'I want more...' Rye retorts.... 'Another greedy, little bitch,' Sydd huffs.... Rye giggles.... 'They'll do it for u.... I know they will....' The 'they' in question had regrouped after spilling all that seed.... In fact, judging from the thickness and hardness of the cocks in question, you would have thought that they were the fresh reserves for this event....Roan and Sable had devised some new play...the kissed the two men while the finger-fucked each other....the bois held on to their own johnsons, but from all appearance the tongue-fucking they were receiving from the ladies was incredibly stimulating.... Sydd stepped in behind Terrence and R, wrapped an arm low around each waist and replaced their hands with her own....the slickness was marvelous.... Sable and Roan continued their oral episode as things expanded in Sydd's hands.... Sydd dropped too her knees and nuzzled in between the crack of Terrence's ass and began to lick....licking turned into probing until he spread the cheeks of his ass for her and she inserted the full length of that powerful tongue... Next to her, Rye was up R's ass-hole....making it slick and spitty as well.... Sydd pulled Terrence to the floor on top of her....the head of his hot, slick dick 'kissing' hers.... She dug her tongue into his mouth and locked him to her, her hands on either side of his head....he covered her willingly...on hands and knees, his back arched; his ass up.... Rye pulled R to his knees and immediately behind Terrence.... Before R could think about it, she deep-throated him, pushed as deep down her throat as she could while grabbing his ass and pulling him to her.... When she released him he was covered with the cream of her gag....it was then that she push him on top of Terrence, gripping his cock and guiding him into the ass-hole Sydd had so diligently prepped for him.... *** Terrence tensed and tightened at the unexpected intrusion....Sydd held him tight to her....kissed him even more ardently..... 'Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!' gave way to 'Ahhhhhhh.....' as he gave himself to all that cock up his ass....Rye whispered in R's ear: 'Give it to him, Babi.... Give it to my Babi....' With a slow, steady, smooth motion, R bottomed in that ass.... Sydd pulled herself from beneath Terrence....sat there for a minute and watched the rapture on his face....and then caught it on the face of his bride-to-be.... It was clear that Rye loved seeing Terrence take dick...especially, big, pretty black dick.... R plowed that ass....a slow, methodical plow...the same way he fucked good pussy.... 'No need in trying to tear up what give you such immense pleasure.... What you should be doin' is trying to please it too....' Wise philosophy....he and Sydd wholeheartedly agreed: it was a waste of good cock to rush a fuck—to not have both 'fuckee' and 'fucker' not savor the event, down to the very last inch.... R was intent on Terrence savoring every fucking inch...and he was only too aware that there was an audience to please as well—those most intimate: Rye and Sydd, who were obviously leaking—profusely—from every orifice they could leak from; and then, that more 'distant' audience...those scattered about the room in various manners of 'flagranté delecté'.... Nika...who had Wip back on her huge cock, whispered: 'I told you....' Jr., who had never witnessed two brothers—any men, for that matter—go at it like he'd seen these two, didn't know what to think...though, the hard, hard cock that Sable gobbled, and the heat in his nipples that Roan bit, said different.... On another big, black cock, Angela was mesmerized....brain ticking on all ways that she might be the meat in a sandwich with those two beauties fucking....but also driven to fucking distraction by all the good meat Avia had stretching her pussy.... Rye was alongside of Terrence, cooing and licking his lips....letting that nasty tongue of hers open his slightly parted lips even further as he exhaled with each of R's long, slow thrusts....letting her nasty mouth say even nastier things to him about the fucking he was getting....even nastier about the fucking he was going to give her after this.... She reached between his thighs and felt him harden and thicken with each of R's thrusts, and each and every one of her words.... R did 'double duty'. Rye's ass was in his face....he sucked his entire hand—slick—and slid four fingers up her cunt, and his thumb into her ass-hole....then he hand-fucked her to the same rhythm he did her man.... On her knees, Sydd swiveled her hips behind R...reached round his chest and found his nipples and began to twist and pull....while her cock rested between the valley of his ass-cheeks.... She cooed too: 'You're doing real good, Big Man....Mami's gonna have something real special for you....' She 'punctuated' the end of her sentence with a little extra hip action that caused R to moan in accord and thrust deeper up Terrence's ass.... Sydd~The Dare Ch. 02 Rye pulled her tongue from Terrence's mouth and cocked her pretty head toward R: 'Make him cum, Babi....He's ready....Make him cum....' 'Yeah, make him cum, Big Boi....give him what you always give Mami....' Sydd whispered.... *** Rye seized her lover's cock and stroked like only she could....she spoke into his mouth, even as her tongue lashed his.... 'Is it good, Babi?.... Is it good?'.... Terrence could only moan over the vibrations of her tongue and the throbbing in his ass.... 'You gonna give it to Mami, Babi?.... You gonna let Mami have what's hers?.... Terrence shook his head in slow-motion....his eyes clouded before they rolled back in his head....the long, drawn-out moan he expelled from his mouth to hers was his reaction to all that pretty cock swelling inside his ass and jetting into a magnum....he shot all over Rye's fist....she bit his lip—in response to his cum—its total magnitude—and her own—as result of Terrence's intensity and R's hand and thumb up her pussy and ass-hole.... Cum leaped from Terrence's cock two or three more times after his initial ejaculation....R had lunged that many times in the end—forced by a series hard smacks on his ass by none other than Sydian.... Up to the moment of his cum, Sydd had been behind R, grinding between his ass-cheeks and twisting his nipples...when he began to bellow and bottom in Terrence's ass...she ground and twisted harder.... And just when he thought he had given all that he could.... She opened her gloved hand, laid it across his ass, and should him that she could get even more out of him.... The three collapsed in a heap.... Sydd stood....surveyed her work.... *** Respite—Not Quite (The Last Dance) Dancing is hard work. Sydd had forgotten how hard....she was winded....she needed a quiet corner all to herself to curl up in...and maybe doze....she had done her duty—or so, she was convinced.... How could it not have been the case? The room reeked of sex.... There was a palpable slickness everywhere....and where there was not, it was because that slickness had dried to that flakey, sometimes powdery residue of 'after-sex'—you know what I mean.... She had come to do good, and had done well....she had come and they had all cum....peace was in the realm.... So how could she not be pleased? How could she not think that she had earned a well-deserved rest? It awaited her in the corner.... 'Rest' was all her mind could fathom.... She drifted in and out of dream...for how long, she had no idea....She could hardly comprehend her body being gently, yet, firmly pushed into that corner.... It was almost beyond comprehension—as much as she desired rest—that there was a hard cock pushing at her ass-cheeks...and now, another before her, sparring with what had been her sleeping dick....and now hands to her breasts...a tongue—no two; now, three—insinuating themselves into her mouth.... 'Rest?' Was she so fatigued that she imagined being lifted—floating on a sea of hands?.... Imagined not just hands and cocks, but lips and tongues all over her body? She winced when her hardness was vacuumed into some hot, wet orifice by an incredible suction that forced her to pump with it.... She was dimly aware that someone was beneath her, head back, grabbing her ass and forcing her cock into that humid hole....then, it seemed, another strong pair of hands pried the cheeks of her ass apart and a tongue penetrated and fucked her for what seemed like an incredibly long time....then, her cheeks were spread even further, and something more—much longer; much thicker; much harder than any tongue—forced its way through the guardian sphincter of that perfect ass-hole....then 'rest'—'rest'—was out of the question.... Whatever 'coma' Sydd might have been in—fatigue-induced, or not—was broken.... There was the hard, and hot realization, here: her cock was in what amounted to a 'sexual black hole'—the suction was incredible; she could feel her own whine building—there was this thick, smooth timber up her ass....and when she snapped her eyes open, one of the prettiest dicks in existence was a centimeter or so from her lips.... 'Mmmmmmm....what's a grl to do?' This was the only dance in town...other than this question dancing through her head.... Through blurred vision—was it the fog of sleep, or the closeness of this cock?—Sydd reached out and grabbed the hips attached to this marvelous appendage and made a docking maneuver that would have made any science fiction spaceship captain proud....that big 'ship' made contact with the 'docking gates'—her plush, soft, brightly lacquered, red lips—with a slight pop, and an 'ahhhhhhhhh......' from the 'captain' of the vessel....already she could sense the 'crew' of this cigar-shaped ship—in their 'cream'-colored 'uniforms'—jostling to disembark....Sydd was determined to make their arrival as timely as possible.... In the meantime, that other large 'rocket' was doing an extremely fine job up her ass-hole—so fine, that she was forced to hum with her mouth full....so fine that she felt the need to change metaphors—this 'ship' was actually a drilling machine....the 'rig' was up her ass prospecting for oil....in due time, there would be a 'strike'—his and hers.... The consistent and insistent long-bore pounding her ass was taking was 'insisting' that her cock sink deeper—in and out—of that hot, sweet, tight mouth that was locked on it right now....she could feel the head of her cock rasping against the back of throat....whoever's throat—she couldn't recognize the possessor of all this talent yet—expertly opened to receive all her length and thickness.... Sydd moaned—loudly—as the dick slammed her ass....nice repetition; good rhythm; the right dance tempo....Sydd moaned—loudly—as the lips twisted around the head of her cock....making music...and accompaniment to the drum beat in her ass.... Sydd moaned—loudly—as hands gently cupped the back of her head and led her lush mouth in this dance with a dick....her own hands slid from hips to find between them—in the space he straddled—another cock, sticking straight up in the fervor of the dance; craving partners....she obliged.... Slowly, a slow-motion consciousness came upon her....she was just as she had entered this space—the center of attention—three that she had teased—urged to their ultimate pleasure—were now taking their pleasure with her...and ultimately pleasing her.... Terrence's thick, beautiful cock was way down her throat, dredging up the back-wash that made his re-entries so smooth, forceful and pleasurable for the two of them....she measured his every grunt like the beat of a metronome....its click resonating in the back of her throat.... Her hands told her that the cock in her hands—the 'baton' she wielded this time—belonged to R....this was confirmed by the masterful and expert way his mouth and throat handled her own cock.... That left the person 'bowing' her ass-hole....some one she had dreamed of—fantasized of—fucking...someone who had been offered to her on more than one occasion....someone whose attention she deferred because of her love for his mate.... Now, in the background, above the din of fucking that filled her ears she could hear that mate's voice urging her lover on: 'Fuck her good, Babi....' The tone was almost a whispher.... 'Fill her ass, just like you do mine...only better.... Show her what I want her to have....' Avia, next to Jr.; tongue in his ear, hand gliding over the perspiration-slick muscle of his ass-cheek....urging him to fuck Sydd as he had never fucked anyone in his life.... *** 'Mmmmmmmm,Babi....is she as good as Mami?....' the tone was low and insinuating, but there was no mistaking the voice—Rye.... Rye at Sydd's ear-level—speaking to Terrence as he fucked that mouth.... 'I bet she's better, Daddi—Shhhhh....—don't even try to deny it....Just fuck that pretty, pretty mouth for Mami....' In Sydd's ear....'Mmmmmm, Babi....I love what you do....what you do for all of us.... Love the way you handle these bois.... They think they're doin' you.... I know better—I can see better....' With the last word and the point of her tongue, Rye tried to get inside of 'that pretty mouth' alongside of Terrence's dick....she couldn't resist the cream he was making either.... The circle had grown closer....Sable had come up behind Avia, to look over her shoulder at Jr.'s exertions...and to put her hand between Avia's legs to caress what she had never caressed til this moment....Avia's lips grazed along Jr.'s back, sliding to the puckered offering of Sable's full mouth....her cock growing full in Sable's soft, yet firm grip.... Roan and Angela were sprawled on the floor—within eyeshot of Sydd's final tableau....tongues and lips lashing and sucking, bright teeth nipping and nibbling....fingers probing—deeply and in multiples.... Everyone was intent on this last dance, including the other twin and the shared mate.... Nika was on her knees, reared back on her haunches....Wip, her back to Nika, sat on those thighs, cock full up her ass....every now and then, Nika would spank that clit for good measure...otherwise, they remained immobile and took in the spectacle.... This trip was the trip of Wip's 'amazement'...amazement moreso, concerning her sister than anything else....she might have anticipated most of these sexual antics without her sister.... She might even have found a cock like Nika's on a body like Nika's on her own....but the amazement, truly, had been her sister—her twin—in the mix.... She had not imagined such sexual energy—though she knew Sydd was sexually dynamic—she could never have anticipated her sexually ferocity and imagination—and her leadership.... They had all 'followed' Sydd to this point....to the point where she was both altar and sacrifice.... And from her 'pew', Wip whispered in awe as her sister took cock in every plausible orifice while her own was being worked over.... Wip shivered at the moment it all came down...arched her back and crooked her arm round Nika's neck as the swelling in her ass-hole intensified....as her sister went into convulsions on the spit of two huge cocks....as her sister fought for control of her body.... Sydd's flailing—a momentary episode—a pre-orgasmic seizure—was prelude to her real cumming and her real pleasure-giving....her conquest for control began with Terrence....just as Rye's words had 'warned,' there was no better cock-sucker in all the room....Terrence might have thought he was in charge— that he was winning....but when throat and lips constricted on his python; when tongue lashed and rasped its head, an then jammed his cum-slit and sucked him into oblivion, first he roared....then, he cried.... 'O shit! O shit! Shiiiiiiiiiiitt.....Oooooooo'.... Then she allowed him release...then she removed the flesh-stopper from his pee-hole and let his cream wash the back of her throat, crest, reverse itself and then flow back over his cock and through the seals of her thick lips... It was then that Rye murmured, 'I told you so.... I told you she's the best....', as she kissed Sydd's cum-streaked lips.... Terrence, backed out...fell...from the almost prehensile grasp of those lips...onto his ass....gasping for air.... *** If anyone were to assume that he was in control, it was Jr.... After all, he had the firmest of grips on those hips....he was riding an ass that only up to that moment he had dreamed of—the stuff of fantasy that even Avia teased him with from time to time....he was all up in Sydd's shit—'breakin' it off'.... And about to get broken off.... No doubt about it...Jr. was good—Avia had perfected his tutelage...he knew how to handle ass....Sydd was loving this young fuck....all that hard, young cock up her ass setting her off.... But now it was time to demonstrate to a young boi why a man would fuck an older wmn....time to demonstrate the drug of her sexing.... Jr. had a nice technique...he varied his stroke....Sydd had let herself go...she had taken the pleasure and cum on his cock several times.... He would dip into her deep, pull back so his cock-head kissed the rosebud of her sphincter and them bottom in her....they would all hear her yelp when he did....then mewl like the little pussy she was when he twisted all that big, young cock in her tight ass-hole....his twisting and her tightness was Jr.'s undoing.... He twisted one last time and she seized him with the powers of that muscular ass.... Then, she backed up on him....reached behind, grabbed his hips and began her own twisting....there was nothing between him and this lapdance....in his ear, Avia sighed softly: 'Your time's up, Boo...give it to her, or she'll just take it....' Youth resisted....wisdom and technique vanquished....the yelp and mewling were not Sydd's....she hissed through clenched teeth as she pounded his pelvis.... Mewling and yelping gave way to sobbing as she clenched on that big dick, twisted her ass round it and milked him in the clench.... His babble was loud and incomprehensible as she forced him to cum up her hot hole....he cried....like a babi....like a little boi.... *** Concentration was essential....and it was the element in least supply.... The person who knew her best sexually had concentrated his full powers on extracting the nectar from her flower.... He was winning this contest....the motion of Sydd's hips said so... Her motion was fluid....propelled by the fluid he had slicked her cock with—so much precum and spit coating that 10+ tube as she launched it back and forth down his throat... Up til that moment, she had been preoccupied—Terrence had been in her mouth; Jr. up her ass—she had had the presence of mine to take two handfuls of R and pump through all the attention she was receiving.... Now, it was just she and he---he driving her crazy with the suction and twisting and the way in which he met her every thrust.... And she, with the realization that one of her major 'weapons' was now at her disposal.... Sydd licked her full, slick lips and dove....the tight, supple muscle that she forced over his cock made him grunt with surprise....she purposely chafed him with her tightness...a way of forcing the 'sap' to rise....R, realizing that time was of the essence, gripped Sydd's ass and pressed home two fingers and began to work her prostate....She felt herself swell even more in his mouth.... 'Shoulda been a doctor....' flashed across her mind when R made his move...and she knew her time was almost up....with that, in desperation, she loosen her jaw and let her head drop over his cock as far as it would go....his dick caromed against the back of her throat just as she went into the whine that signaled her cum.... He grunted again in the pressure of her throat....this time the grunt was long and sustained vibrating around a full cock in a throat awash with cum.... Her whine had similar consequence....the tone in the constrictions of that throat made him loose his load as well....while he fought against choking on all the cum he had forced from her, some of the jet of his spray hit part of the upper palate of her mouth and found its way to her nasal passage and back out through her nose.... The two of them gagged together.... 'goddamn....' someone said softly in a quiet room....a room quiet after Sydd's whine....a room stunned by this spectacle....by the evening's finale.... Someone came in with towels—warm and damp; and then dry....this party—for good reason—was over.... *** Epilogue The two of them climbed out of the shower....steam warmed and clouded the room like fog....the towels were too plush as they blotted water and vapor from each other.... A sigh.... 'What?...' 'Do we have to go home?....Can't we just sleep here?....' 'I know, Boo...I know....but you'll feel better in your own bed....' 'Yeah....I know...you're right....' 'Besides, the long walk home will refresh you....' 'The LONG walk home!?' Wip retorted.... Sydd had already oiled her long limbs and torso and was sliding into her boots.... 'Yep.... We're gonna stroll through the park....' She tucked the non-essentials into her bag—butterfly thong, thigh-highs..whatever—and pulled the fur over her shoulders and reached for the beret.... 'Get a move on, you....' 'I am....I am,' Wip grumbled.... You had considerably less to put on than I do....' 'Bitch....bitch....bitch....' *** As the sun rose, the two left their friends' home and started up the avenue and along the park.... 'You have a good time?' 'Uh huh...' Wip smiled, 'We'll have to do this again....' 'Uh...I don't think so....at least not til there's another wedding....' Sydd thinking she was safe.... 'Well.... from what Nika tells me....' Sydd swatted her sister with her bag....the two of them giggling and holding on to each other.... And in typical Black sister fashion—at dawn—stopping traffic.