Tales of Ribaldry (stories about teh sechs)

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Posted by Ed G on Jan-11-2007 00:46:

Aight, that last story was gay and gross so here's a sweet one about me and a girlfriend from highschool.

A week before I turned 18, my family had a little picnic in my honor. Besides my birthday, it was also for graduating high school, and because I was moving out of the state in the next few days.

It took place at a local park. It was mostly my immediate family, but I had also invited an old/new girlfriend. She was old in the sense that we used to "date" (no sex) in 7th grade when she was a sweet girl with a body like Olive Oyl (very skinny/no bewbs). She was a new girlfriend because we had hooked up again at a graduation party a fews days earlier (sex this time). She was still sweet, but now she had huge boobs and a "what continent did that come from!?" ass.

We were all at the park arranged along the bank of a nice little lake. We were all getting drunk. My Dad who never seemed outwardly effected by booze was starting to wobble a little. As I was getting drunker, I was having a difficult time keeping my focus on anything except Lori's recently matured body. I thought if she and I had a little swim, that the cool water might calm me down.

Wrong. Never underestimate the power of 18 year old anti-gravity tits, especially when they are mounted on such a sweetheart. Lori didn't talk much, now that I think about it, but she did smile a lot. If you haven't figured it out by now, I did Lori in the lake while my family looked on from the shore, smiling and waving. Well, we didn't actually have teh sechs to completion. YOU try fusking, drunk, in fresh water, with your Mom watching!

After the swim I decided to leave my loving family at the park, and take lucious Lori home to finish the job. I don't remember why I chose my parents bedroom to sechs her in... maybe it was the limitation imposed by the smaller bed in my room. OK, now, sechs sechs sechs. Story almost over. We were relaxing and enjoying drunken sated after-glow when my Dad staggered in. He sees us in his bed, mumbles "Oh, excuse me" and walks out of the room. I run after him yelling "Dad, it's OK, we're done, you can have the bed!" My father, always the romantic, leaves us his bed and lays down on the couch, and passes out.

My father was a good man.

I love you Dad.

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