The Phantom Menace!

Welcome to TMI Thursdays! As LiLu always says: Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else’s!

 

 

So, several years ago my Sis had a bar-b-que and invited her really hot stripper girlfriend. Yea it runs in the family. Well, my Sis was like, yo,why don’t you and your girlfriend come over for some eats? I of course replied, hell ya! Well little did I know how hot this striper was. Lets just say perma-hard. 

At this time I didn’t have a car, because my car exploded or something stupid like that, so I borrowed my Sis’s truck to pick up my girlfriend. Roll to the party and the stupidity ensues. So, come to find out this stripper is quite flirty, with everyone. Well, it seems I was not the only one turned on by this vixen.

Good times go by, but I had to get my girlfriend back to her place before her curfew. Riding home in my Sis’s truck, my girlfriend tells me how turned on she was by the stripper my Sis was dating. I was promptly told to pull over at a park before her house. Now, we are in an Isuzu Pup. Single cab truck. Tiny! Well, things get going and a little of this and a little of that happens. Next thing I know a full on hand job has struck a tune.

This is where it gets a bit “iffy.” She is way into it and needless to say, so am I. Next thing I know, things are full on. I mean that full on like in a porno scene. Then, I erupted like Pompeii! Full on porno load; it had been a few days, I mean what do you expect? Well, as things are coming to a close, she asks, “well, did you?” I respond, “oh hell yea!” “Well, where did it go?” Me, “whaa?” Yes, I blew a porno size load in all of 5 square feet and could not locate said, load. It was no where to be found. It was the Phantom Menace!

Drop off the girlfriend, and start rolling back to the party. However, before I rolled back I looked high and low for any sign of the load; no dice. Ended up back at the party and just kind of laughed when asked, “you okay?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my Sis that I “baptized” her truck. Well, until the next day while laughing my ass off and trying to keep it together long enough to tell the story. Still to this day the where abouts of that load are still classified as unknown.

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9 responses to “The Phantom Menace!

  1. k8

    Just as long as it doesn’t end up in my hair. I don’t like it in my hair.

    I will be sure to aim next time!

  2. Second k8. That shit don’t wash out, as Liebchen told us today…

    Good to know.

  3. were the windows open?

    Nope! Sealed up like Fort Knox.

  4. The Sis

    What he doesn’t tell you all is the following day I had the truck fully detailed. I love him, but that’s closer than I ever need to be to my brother.

    And yeah, it runs in the family, we totally can pull the girls in.

    For some reason we are stripper magnets.

  5. what a mystery!

    That Angel guy doesn’t have shit on me!

  6. i’m kind of impressed by this

    Maybe we should talk???

  7. f.B

    The only “little children” of my brother I ever want to see will have names, hair, and be at least a foot tall. Strong contribution to TMI Thursday, though.

    It happens. At least I told her.

  8. HAHAHA. Seriously…now I just want to know where it went. I thought this story was going to end with it dropping on the seat form the ceiling when your sister was driving the next day or something.

    That would have been a great ending to this story!

  9. I am SO glad to hear she got her car detailed.

    I bet those folks that cleaned it figured out where that load went…

    Lol, the world may never know!

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