1. School Sendoff


    Date: 8/1/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    dress and act around men, and even has had a word or two for my mom at times when her bikini got a bit too small for my aunt's sensibilities. Well, if Aunt Shari had even an inkling of what the men in her f****y were doing, it would be a disaster, not to mention what she would do if she knew what her youngest daughter was doing to every boy in school! As a result, I would say my original moves towards my uncle were not so much based on any desire of mine to have sex with him but rather more to have him fuck me behind my aunt's back! Anyone who knows me knows that I love having sex with married men. There is no way to adequately express the way it makes me feel when a man fucks me and I know he has a wife back home who has no idea that her loving husband wants me more than her and is willing to risk everything just to have me. With my uncle, this feeling is all the more intense because of the relationships involved. My aunt would crucify her husband (and probably have me burned at the stake) if she knew he was fucking me! Bottom line then, I have only been fucked by my uncle a few times and then primarily just for the thrill of doing it without my aunt knowing – especially later when I would see her, sometimes with a load of her husband's cum still in me! I apologize if this has been boring but with that all said, hopefully it will make it easier for you understand why I did what I did on this day. Actually, it wasn't something I DID, as that would imply I initiated it, but ...
    rather something that I ALLOWED to happen once it was started by someone else. I guess in my book there is a big difference between the two as they indicate the state of mind I was in and how I felt about what happened. It was the end of summer break and I was almost finished packing up my things to return to school. I have my own car now so my parents didn't have to drive me over three hours to school and then back again. While overall I think they appreciated not having to make the long drive, it DID mean that our goodbyes had to be said here at home and not at school – something that got pretty interesting in years past. Down in the garage, I was standing behind my car with the trunk wide open and what seemed like a never-ending pile of stuff surrounding me as I pondered how I was going to fit the last of it in. Somehow during the past few hours, what had seemed to be a huge trunk earlier had shrunk dramatically! It was like a Twilight episode or something. &#034Hey baby, how's it going?&#034 I turned to see who was talking to me and there was my dad at the door leading to the basement from the garage. Our house is on a typical steep Pittsburgh hill so the garage was attached to the basement at the rear of our house. Thus the door from the garage lead to the basement where our f****y room was. We had a formal living room upstairs with fancy furniture and a fireplace but that was reserved for entertaining guests. As a result most of our time was spent in the basement where ...