Sydd~The Dare Ch. 02
Keywords: Ch., 02, Sydd~The, Dare,
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*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.
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Keywords: Ch., 02, Sydd~The, Dare,