Ernie and The Magic Sex Pill - Sex Stories

Ernie and The Magic Sex Pill

Ernie had Mabel Miller right where he wanted her, flat on her back in bed, legs spread wide and his face buried in her big, wet snatch. He was licking her clit for all he was worth. Mabel was happy as a high school girl in the backseat of her boyfriend's car on the night of the senior prom. "Oh eat me you naughty man, magic tongue Ernie. Oh Kee-rist Ernie you are the best. Do you like my pussy Ernie?" "Mmpf, aah, slurp mmm," said Ernie, clearly enjoying his work. Mabel enjoyed it too because about 30 seconds later she blew a gusher out her pussy, a seventy year old squirter mind you and clamped her legs on Ernie's head. He fucking near drowned. Next time he though he might wear a scuba tank. This old broad was hot! "Fuck me now, Ernie. You're the legend around here. Slam my pussy!" Ernie pulled back once he surfaced from her love juice pool that had nearly drowned him, grabbed his cock and leaned forward, found her labia and pushed. And pushed again. He stroked his cock a few times, it felt hard enough, and pushed again. What the fuck? Nothing. A limp wiener. Overcooked noodle. He was soft. "Ernie for Christ's Sake, fuck me, c'mon you old bastard don't tease me!" "Mabel, I..., uh, I don't know how to tell you but I... can't." "Can't what? Can't fuck me? You get me hot and wet between my legs and you can't fuck me? What do you mean? Ernie's mind was racing. He needed time, a back-up plan to get the fuck out of there with his reputation unscathed as the whore monger, ...

... cocks-man and preferred pecker of the Happy Times Senior Trailer Park Wednesday Evening Ladies Poker Club. His future sex life was in jeopardy. "Mabel it must be something I ate or didn't eat." "Ernie I know what you've been eating you bastard, that bitch Stella Raymond's pussy and she wore you out. If you can't fuck me then get your sorry ass out of here and don't come back. Wait until I tell the girls at the Poker Club meeting tonight what an asshole you are. Push a woman to the top and then get limp dick. Some lover. Get out of here you worn out old pervert!" she screamed, reached down on the floor grabbing one of his shoes and conked him on the head with it. "Mabel that hurt!" he moaned. "Get out of here or something else is gonna' hurt more" she screamed as she reached down, grabbed his limp dick and pulled, hard. "Fuckkk! Stop it you crazy old bitch. I'm going, I'm going." With that Ernie got the hell out of there and walked back to his trailer home in the next block. He was in trouble. Five years it took him to cultivate the old gals here, carefully bring them along, one after another, avoid the little jealousies, love 'em all equally, sometimes even working two of them at once on all night love feasts. He didn't need a dead dick. If Mabel went ahead with her threat that's all Willie Carson his nemesis needed, the wannabe successor to Ernie who was always a step or two behind him taking sloppy seconds or thirds even with his miniature dick. Four days later Ernie was in his ...