Ernie and The Magic Sex Pill - Sex Stories

Ernie and The Magic Sex Pill

... dead on the spot. Waves of mourning swept through the Trailer Park and the immediate neighborhood. A memorial service was held for him. He was buried in the local veterans cemetery. The memorial service was attended by nearly one-hundred people, all elderly, gray haired ladies, not a man among them except the preacher. At the very back of the church sat a younger woman dressed in black, with a veil covering her face, a small prayer book in her lap. She was heavily pregnant. Dr. Little knew two things. She was going to have Ernie's baby. She and her husband hadn't had sex in months due to a severe illness he had undergone but he had fucked her just after she missed her first period. No doubt in her mind, it was Ernie's child. The second secret would go to her grave with her. There was no magic sex pill. Ernie had just lost his confidence, his drive to excel. He had succumbed to that performance anxiety disease that all great performers suffer. And Ernie was a great performer. All she gave back to him was his confidence. She had to let him try to fuck her for the final proof of cock-n-cept, as Ernie would have said to make sure. Being the medical professional she was it had to be.And he gave her another son. A little Ernie to be. Would he have his daddy's powers? They buried him with a plain white military cross over his grave. They gave him full honors because though he never spoke about it, Ernie was a combat hero, decorated many times. As darkness descended that afternoon one figure lingered by a tree nearby crying softly. Dr. Little thought, "He was a scoundrel, a rake, but good God he could fuck." ooOoo