1. September's Catalysts


    Date: 10/9/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Black, Consensual Sex, Hardcore, Incest, Interracial, Pregnant, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    shrugging; she figured they would have bodies like that, being fitness models and all. “Wendy, again I’m sorry about this weekend,” Michelle told her sister. “I got this photo reshoot I have to do.” “It’s ok, I’ll see you Sunday,” Wendy replied. She had been in Miami for three days and the first weekend of her trip, her sister got called into work to redo a photo session. “We’ll have a great time tonight,” Christine chimed in. All three ladies were laying on their beach towels soaking up some sun. Michelle had asked Christine to take Wendy out; possibly dinner and maybe a club or two. Wendy was all for it. Michelle’s creepy husband, Bill, made her skin crawl. She had no intention of being at home alone with him. Wendy’s experience the previous weekend back in Los Angeles was dismissed as just a pleasant anomaly. It was slightly tarnished by witnessing Darren and his mother in a provocative, incestuous exchange. Wendy couldn’t help recall what Dr. Decker had told her, joking or not, about incest being more common than most people thought. She supposed he was right. It still gave her a bit of the willies to think about. Although since she’d arrived in Miami, somewhere in the back of her mind, she admitted there was a slight kinky nature to the taboo act, occasionally wondering what her son would think about it. Wendy admonished herself there on the beach for thinking there was something sexy about the incestuous interactions. She pushed those thoughts aside and thought ...
    about her night out on the town later that evening. ********* It wasn’t just Christine that joined them. She had a friend meet up with them too. He was a very tall, large, muscular friend indeed. Wendy learned he did a little bit of modeling for a magazine Christine did a shoot for a few weeks back. It was a magazine marketed toward young African-American males called Elite Magazine. His name was Rodney and Wendy could tell based on how he touched Christine when they danced that they no doubt have slept together a few times. She even saw, through the strobe lights, what appeared to be Christine’s hand sliding up and down a large, dark-colored object. The object’s identity was discovered when Christine pulled Wendy next to Rodney, asking her to dance with him while she went to the bathroom. Rodney turned her around, Wendy instinctive gyrating her butt against his crotch. The moment she felt his large erection slid across her butt cheeks, she nearly went weak in the knees, thinking that maybe, just maybe she’d have another wild weekend. The continuous consumption of alcohol further debilitated her judgment. When a sober Rodney drove to two ladies back to Christine’s apartment, Wendy knew she was getting fucked, and in her drunken state, she wanted it more than anything. It was a blurry, slow-motion, sweaty exchange. Wendy recalled bits and pieces, flashes of images, but nothing really concrete. Rodney’s huge body over hers, slamming himself into her repeatedly, Christine walking ...
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