Everlasting Creampie

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Section 1

It all started at this dive-bar that my wife and I used to frequent. “Billy’s”, on Main Street, by the college. The kind of place where ‘happy hour’ means ‘all-you-can-drink’. The kind of place where you meet interesting people. My wife Janet and I were seated at the big outdoor table. That’s where you sit if you want to meet strangers. It’s a great big table and you never know who will join you.

My wife Janet was dressed real casual. College sweater and blue-jeans. Her ass looks great in blue-jeans. Janet is basically your college-girl-next-door type. She’s got pretty brown hair, green eyes, and just enough freckles. She’s always flashing her smile around, proud of her perfect teeth. A sensible wife, she doesn’t wear too much makeup like most women.

Just enough to look pretty but authentic. She’s got modest little breasts (well she DID, before she got pregnant). She’s got a pixie-style hair-cut. Yes sir, my wife is right in that perfect zone. Not so hot that she’s intimidating, but yet cute enough to turn your head. As a result, Janet is constantly fighting off guys trying to hit on her. I’m not a jealous man. I appreciate what it does for her confidence. I trust Janet implicitly, just like you would if she were your wife.

There was this guy sitting across from us, a big black guy named Errol. He kept telling the table all these tall tales. I kept on correcting him.

“Those were the days,” said Errol. “Back then I played college football here.”

“The college here doesn’t have a football team,” I corrected him.

The whole table glared at me. I knew it wasn’t diplomatic to keep correcting a guy who was obviously just trying to entertain everyone. But that’s the way I am. I’m a science and technology journalist and I just can’t sit idle when someone gets the science wrong.

“Hey man what’s your problem,” said Errol. “Obviously I’m talking about the unofficial team.”

Or, a little while later: “I’m childhood friends with the mayor,” said Errol. “You all ask me anything you want about him.”

“Actually,” I interrupted. “Our current mayor moved here five years ago.”

“Oh come on, man,” said Errol. “I wasn’t even talking to you, four-eyes.”

“Let the man tell his stories!” someone shouted down the table.

“Obviously I was talking about the previous mayor,” said Errol, lying. “So, like I was saying, the mayor and I were childhood friends, I mean the PREVIOUS mayor, and…”

“Honey,” said Janet, so that only I could hear her. “Stop interrupting with your fact-checks. We’re here to have fun and be social, remember?”

“Sorry, baby,” I said. “I just can’t let people spout nonsense around me, you know. I can’t help it. I’m a science and technology reporter.”

A little while later, the conversation turned to fishing. All the guys were telling fish stories and of course Errol jumped in.

“Man, I got you all beat,” he said. “This one time I caught this big-ass mackerel. Thing must’ve been like five feet long.”

“BS,” I said immediately. “Mackerels don’t get that big. The largest species of mackerel is the Pacific mackerel. And even the Pacific mackerel never gets any bigger than three feet.”

“Man who the fuck are you,” said Errol, laughing.

“Shut up!” someone else yelled at me.

“Can you believe this guy?” said Errol, poking fun at me. “Hey everyone, I think we got us a substitute 2nd-grade science teacher.” Everyone laughed.

“Honey! I told you to be quiet,” said Janet. She jabbed me with her elbow. This time she said it loud enough everyone could hear her.

“Look, I’m just saying is all,” I said. “And I’m not a substitute 2nd-grade science teacher. For your information, I’m a science-technology journalist.”

“Shut up, man,” someone yelled. “We’re tryin’ to have a conversation!”

“Fine, fine,” I said. “Tell each other fish stories. Just remember, Pacific mackerels don’t get that big.”

A while later, conversation turned to sex partners.

“Don’t, say, a, word,” Janet hissed at me. “Don’t start telling the whole table how Einstein’s relativity theory proves a penis can’t be over six inches.”

“Come on, baby,” I said. “Don’t you get started on me.”

I held my tongue and forced myself to stay silent. All the guys were drunkenly bragging about their junk and their made-up sex-lives.

“Yeah well I can’t get it all the way in my girl,” said this one Rhodes scholar. “She never had another man before me. That girl is TIGHT!” I clenched my fists, forcing myself not to lecture him on feminine physiology.

“I knew this girl once with a clit the size of a thumb,” said another genius.

With great effort I refrained from telling him an anatomy lesson.

“Hey what about you Errol,” said someone. “Don’t you got any girl stories?”

“Man I can’t get with girls,” said Errol. “I’ve got, like, this medical condition.”

“What kind of medical condition?” said the guy sitting next to me.

“If I cum in a girl,” said Errol, “she’s full of cum forever.”

“What do you mean, forever?” said an old guy a few seats down.

“I mean she’s full of cum forever,” said Errol. “If I cum in a pussy, there’ll be seed oozing out of it for eternity.”

“Okay,” I stood up. I had had enough. “I have TRIED to refrain myself but this is just too ridiculous. Do you have ANY idea how many laws of PHYSICS that VIOLATES?”

“Shut up!” yelled someone.

“Sit down,” said Janet, tugging my shirt-sleeve. “I told you to stop correcting him!”

“Looky what we have here,” said Errol, laughing. “Mr. Substitute Science Teacher doesn’t believe Errol’s medical condition!”

“Look!” I said. “I’m NOT a substitute science teacher. For the very last time, I am a science-tech journalist. Here!”

I pulled out my wallet and opened it to my reporter’s badge. I flashed it at Errol who just laughed even harder. Then I showed it to the people around me.

“Okay, Mr. Science Reporter,” said Errol. “If you’re such a wise guy, look up the Tarski-Banach endless-ball syndrome. I guess SOMEONE isn’t up-to-date on the Journal of Clinical Pathology.” He was obviously teasing me.

“You tell ‘im!” shouted someone.

“I believe in you Errol!” shouted a college girl.

“Ahem!” said Errol. He struck a professor’s pose now, hand in his chin thoughtfully. “I do declare, dear Watson. This is quite elementary. The substitute science teacher suffers Dunning-Kruger disease. Yes, Watson, it’s a disease in the subject’s forebrain. It prevents the subject understanding scientific methods properly. So the subject has to teach substitute 2nd-grade science, and even the 2nd-graders see he’s a fraud.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” I said. “Dunning-Kruger isn’t even a disease. It’s a cognitive bias.”

“My dear Watson,” said Errol, “I deduce the subject is becoming irascible!”

I stood up with fists clenched, ready to punch Errol. My wife grabbed my right arm and another guy grabbed my left. Fortunately, they restrained me. I was fuming. There was literally smoke pouring out of my ears. As for Errol, my outburst just made him laugh even harder.

“Fine!” I spat. “You mentioned scientific method. If you’re such a scientist, propose an experiment.”

“Whaaat?” said Errol, in between laughter.

“You said when you cum in a woman, your cum oozes out forever,” I said. “Describe an experiment that can prove or disprove that. Or else admit to the table you’re a liar.”

“Alright,” said Errol. “Here’s an experiment. How about I take Mrs. Subtitute Science Teacher here behind the building.” He gestured at Janet. “I’ll do an ’experiment’ with her and she’ll tell us who’s lying.”

“Yeah!!!” someone hollered.

“Why you dumb…” I almost jumped up again. “That’s my wife you’re talking about!”

“Honey!” said Janet, restraining me. “It was YOUR idea, honey.”

“Yeah!” someone yelled down the table. “Do it, Errol! Show that substitute teacher!”

“Do it! Do it!” Everyone started chanting, pounding the table.

“Well, shucks, little girl,” said Errol to Janet. “I was just kidding but it sounds like these guys want it.”

“Hmmm,” said Janet, teasing me. “Maybe I should do it. What do you think honey? It’s for science, isn’t it? Wouldn’t you like me to go experiment with Errol?” The whole table started laughing.

“Who knows, honey,” said Janet. “Maybe you and Errol could co-author a paper. The world of science will be shocked by Errol’s infinite creampie.”

“Yeah!” someone shouted.

“You can try to lick it out of her!” someone else shouted.

“Come on, honey,” I said. “We’re leaving.”

I grabbed Janet’s wrist and pulled her away from the table. Before we could get to the parking lot, Errol ran after us.

“Hate to see you nice folks leaving,” he said. “Let me give Mrs. Substitute my number. You know. In case she wants to ’experiment’.”

The whole table was chortling.

“I think you should go sit down,” I said. I was seeing red.

“Oh grow up, honey,” said Janet to me. “Here,” she said to Errol, handing him her phone. The table cheered as Errol punched in his digits. “Maybe I’ll really do the experiment some time, just to punish you for embarrassing me, honey. Then come back and report all the details.”

The table started whooping and hollering. My face was burning scarlet. Errol gave Janet her phone back and told her to call him. Janet stood on tippy-toes and pecked Errol’s cheek, a show for our audience. “Talk to you later sweetie,” she winked at him.

“Come ON!” I said, and yanked her into the parking lot.

We drove home in silence. We were both really angry. Janet made me sleep on the couch that night. I was so mad at her, I was glad not to sleep with her.

The next day, she gave Errol a phone-call.

Chapter 2

“This isn’t cheating,” said Janet, admiring herself in the mirror. “It was YOUR idea, honey, remember?”

She was dressed to the nines. She had her tight little skirt on, the one she wears to go dancing. She had her lowest-cut blouse on, and a strapless push-up bra to enhance her modest cleavage.

“Baby come on, this is crazy,” I said. I was pacing around frantically.

“It’s just an experiment,” she said, teasing me with a wink. “Can you help me do my hair, darling?”

With extreme reluctance I helped my wife do her hair. She was humming to herself happily, obviously quite pleased with herself. It was three days since the incident at “Billy’s”, and somehow, Errol had sweet-talked my wife into going on a date with him.

“Just think,” said Janet, pressing her body against me. “After this experiment you’ll know if Errol told the truth,” she said. “This is for science, honey. You like science, don’t you?”

She was referring to Errol’s outrageous claim that he can’t have sex with a woman because if he cums inside a woman, she’ll have his cum in her forever. I couldn’t believe my wife was so stupid she would let a strange man cum in her to test such a ludicrous hypothesis.

“Janet, PLEASE!” I said. “This is so fucking wrong, baby.”

A car started honking outside in our driveway.

“That’s him!” squealed Janet. “Honey do I look okay?”

“Janet… please…” I was begging. “Don’t let that man cum in you… I’ll do anything… baby…”

“You should’ve thought of that before embarrassing me at Billy’s!” said Janet. Then, in a softer voice: “Don’t worry sweetheart. It’s a safe time of the month for me. It’s not like he’s gonna get me pregnant. And it’s not like this is the first time I cheated on you.”

It’s true, Janet cheated on me several times. After her first couple love-affairs almost broke up our marriage, I reluctantly agreed to give her a free pass in the future. For the sake of marital tranquility. Thankfully, Janet almost never used her free pass. In all, she’s slept with five men (other than Errol) after putting on my wedding-ring. My rules are she’s not allowed to kiss them, fall in love with them, or have sex with them if she’s anywhere close to ovulating, unless she makes them wear a condom.

I made it clear these rules are set in stone and never to be broken.

“Baby,” I pleaded. “I promise I’ll never correct someone in public again. Please. I really don’t want you going out with Errol.”

“Shhhhhhhhh,” said Janet. She put a finger on my lips to quiet me. “Don’t worry honey you know I still love you. This is your punishment for how you behaved. You’ll just have to behave better in the future.”

Errol honked again, impatiently. Janet gave me a peck on the cheek. “Don’t wait up,” she said. “I won’t be home until morning.” As she walked out the door she wiggled her hips provocatively. She blew me a kiss before getting in the passenger seat. She looked so amazing all dressed up for my rival. “Love you darling!” she said to me. “See you tomorrow!”

Chapter 3

Janet got home a little past four. She smelled like she had a real good time. If you took a look at her, the LAST thing you’d imagine is a scientific experiment. She looked just like a properly used-up slutwife! Her hair was a complete wreck. Her clothes were torn and ruffled. She had bruises and bitemarks on her neck and her shoulders. Below her skirt, her thighs were positively glistening. It was obviously her lover’s sperm that was making them shine like that.

“Oh my goodness honey, Errol came SO MUCH in me,” said my wife as she threw herself into my arms. I had gotten up out of bed when I heard her come in. She was a little drunk and when I held her, the smell of sex was overpowering. “He was BIG, darling. It was so exciting.” Then, a little tease in her voice: “If I knew how fun black guys were, darling, I would’ve called Errol sooner.”

“Why are you being so cruel to me,” I said. “I’ve been in agony all night, baby. I couldn’t stop thinking of you. Dancing with that BASTARD and…”

“Oh sweetie-pie,” said Janet. “I can’t believe what a wonderful time it was. It felt so good with his hands all over me. I felt so naughty dancing with a black guy. Everyone was staring at me. They were staring at my wedding ring, honey. I got so hot knowing they all knew I was married. Honey, I may be your wife, but tonight I was a black cock SLUT.”

“You smell like sex,” I said. “I think you should shower.”

Janet pouted. “Darling don’t you wanna check your experiment?” She kissed me. Her lips tasted faintly like semen. She pushed me backward onto the bed. It wasn’t until she had climbed on top of me and started crouching over my face that I realized she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“I gave him my panties as a souvenir,” she said. “And he gave ME a souvenir for YOU, darling.”

She pushed her pussy down on my face. I instinctively opened my mouth and started eating.

“Oh honey,” said Janet. “I’m so full of Errol’s cum, darling. You have to suck it all out to reclaim me, darling. Oh!”

My wife started trembling. She was feeling real good. Normally I love cunnilingus, whether it’s me on top or Janet. I’m a clever linguist and I never had a girlfriend I couldn’t get off with my talents. But that was the first time I ate a girl’s pussy full of nasty sperm.

Errol had FLOODED my wife with so much filthy cum it was scandalous. It was oozing into my mouth in big thick globs. I swallowed hard, gagging down a mouthful of my rival’s potent seed. It was pouring out so copiously I had no choice: either swallow it or drown in it.

“Honey please forgive me but I kind of broke your rule a little,” said Janet. She was twerking her crotch on my face, really getting into it. I guess my wife must be a bit of a pervert, she was really enjoying my creampie eating punishment. “I know I wasn’t supposed to kiss him,” said Janet. “But I just couldn’t help it. Errol was on top of me and he just looked so beautiful.

He kept thrusting that big black cock deep inside me. Darling I can’t believe such a beautiful man was making love to me. I just felt so happy and so sexy I just HAD to start kissing him. Oh, sweetheart, Errol didn’t just pump me full of cum tonight. He made love to me, darling, and he kissed me and kissed me. My lips are sore, that’s how much he kissed me!”

I groaned in sweet agony. Despite all the humiliation and despite being being so disgusted by all that cum I was eating, I started getting real hard down there. My dick started straining. My body is conditioned to get hard when I eat a girl out, I guess.

It doesn’t matter if her pussy is pristine or if it’s full of another man’s babyjuice. I kept slurping and licking my wife’s pussy, Errol’s sperm really did seem endless. And my dick just got harder and harder. Soon I was humping the air as I ate my wife, that’s how horny I was getting.

“Oh darling I can’t believe how much sperm Errol pumped in me,” said Janet. I couldn’t either. It seemed like no matter how much I ate of it, there was more and more inside her. That filthy black bastard must have filled her womb and her cervix with it. Just how many times did he cum in her?!

“Oh darling, Errol is a stallion,” said Janet. “Can you believe it? He only came one time in me. We were fucking and fucking, he had sooo much stamina. I lost count how many times I came, darling, but Errol only came the one time.”

Janet pulled herself off me and rolled over on her back. I took some time catching my breath. I was fucking horny. But before having sex with Janet I wanted to examine her. I got on all fours. Janet was rubbing herself, playing with big dollops of Errol’s sperm. I simply couldn’t believe what I saw down there. Even after all that creampie, there was STILL more sperm oozing out.

Janet spread her legs to give me better access. She looked OBSCENE. Her pussy was stretched out like she got gangbanged. Cum was smeared all over her labia. It was smeared all over her mound, such a mess everywhere. I stared for a long time at a trickle of sperm that was still leaking out of her. Thinking: finally it’s slowing down to a trickle. Janet adjusted herself slightly, and that trickle suddenly changed again. A great big glob of semen oozed out of my wife as I stared. I thought: Just how much sperm does that guy shoot, anyway?! He must have balls like watermelons!

Looking at all that creamy cum all over my wife’s crotch, I felt strangely tempted to dive in and devour her. I couldn’t resist the temptation long. Janet squealed with pleasure as I went down on her, me on top this time. I started slurping and sucking on her, making her whimper with delight. I wanted to eat up all Errol’s cum until there was not a drop left inside my little hotwife. But the more I ate, the more there seemed to be. I kept slurping her and sucking her. I could hardly believe it, but I was starting to LIKE it.

My head was spinning with conflicting emotions. I was practically in a trance from the overwhelming smell and taste. I started seeing visions amidst my creampie-eating frenzy. I started visualizing my wife under Errol. I started visualizing that big black cock, fucking my wife’s brains out. Then I started visualizing my wife with her belly swollen. Even though it was a safe time of the month for her, I pictured Janet pregnant with Errol’s black baby.

In my imagination I saw her lying on the bed just like she was in real life, legs all spread open, sperm oozing everywhere, except in my mind’s eye her belly was showing.

“Oh darling Errol was so sexy,” said Janet. “I might be falling in love with him. Darling I was in heaven with that big black cock rutting away in me like a rhinoceros. At first it was just physical but after awhile honey, I started really falling for him. I started wishing I was fertile, so he could knock me up with his baby. Darling would you still stay with me if I got pregnant with Errol’s baby?”

“Ugggh,” I said. I was humping the mattress now, sucking Janet’s swollen pussy. I was like a baby sucking breastmilk from a nipple, except instead of breastmilk it was nasty potent black semen! And instead of a nipple, it was my loving wife’s stretched-out, ruined pussy!

“Honey I know it’s a safe time of month right now but I hope Errol got me pregnant anyway,” said Janet. She was digging her nails in my scalp now, REALLY getting into me eating her. There was thick creamy sperm all over my lips and chin, my cheeks, even my neck.

“Honey I wanna have Errol’s baby. I want everyone to see the baby and know I’m a filthy cheating unfaithful wife who let a big black cock cum inside her. I want all your friends to know your wife let a big black lover thoroughly inseminate her. Honey what if Errol was right? What if his cum really is endless? Will you still love me if I’m oozing Errol’s nasty black creampie forever?!”

“Uggghhhhh!!!” I said, suddenly losing it and cumming all over myself. My own sperm was so thin and watery in comparison with Errol’s strong black real-man’s seed. My orgasm was so intense I thought I might black out.

I had swallowed so much creampie I couldn’t take another mouthful. I actually felt full. I simply couldn’t believe there was so much of it. Janet and I hugged and embraced each other. She was grinding her legs against me and Errol’s cum was STILL oozing out of her, soaking absolutely everything.

I started kissing my wife feverishly, frantically kissing her like we used to kiss when we were younger. Somehow I felt so in love with her. She had just copulated with my rival and I was more in love with her than ever.

Chapter 4

When I woke up the next morning Janet was in the dining room. I joined her and she smiled at me. She looked a little worried though.

“What’s the matter?” I said.

“I think Errol was right,” she said. “Look at me under the table.”

I got down on all fours under the table. Janet wasn’t wearing anything underneath her bathrobe. She was clean now, freshly out of the shower. But when she spread her legs I saw a little pearl of cum in her pussy. Moving close, I tentatively touched it with the tip of my tongue. It still tasted fresh! Had Errol visited while I was sleeping and fucked my little wife again?

I wondered. I put my lips to Janet’s pussy and started gently nibbling her. Just a little cunnilingus to get a sense of how much cream there was. After slurping out a mouthful, I pulled away and looked again. Aside from a messy string of cum on her thigh from me eating her, I saw the exact same beautiful pearl of Errol’s cum. I hadn’t made a dent in it.

“What do you think?” said Janet. “Do you think Errol was telling the truth after all? When he said that stuff about cumming in a girl and giving her an everlasting creampie?”

“It sure as hell looks like it,” I said.

“How long do you think it’ll stay there?” she said.

“I don’t know,” I said. “Errol said it would stay forever.”

“I have a week until my ovulation,” said Janet. “Honey do you think it’ll still be in there?”

“I don’t know,” I said. I gulped hard, thinking about the implications. “It might be.”

“Honey do you think I’ll get pregnant?”

“I don’t know,” I said, gasping. “Maybe.”

“Honey do you want me to get pregnant?”

I gulped really hard. “I don’t know,” I said, flushing.

Around noon-time we gave Errol a call. The smug bastard was laughing.

“I told you!” bragged Errol. Janet had him on speakerphone. “I sure hope Mr. Substitute likes eating creampie.”

“Mmmm he loves it,” said Janet. She was idly rubbing her pussy, getting her fingers all sticky and messy with fresh potent black sperm. Then she started licking all that filthy black cum off her fingers. I felt jealous that she would do that while TALKING to my rival in front of me.

“How long is it gonna stay in her?” I asked Errol.

“Why don’t you wait and find out, loverboy,” said Errol. “Maybe if you suck your wife’s pussy enough you can get it all out of her.”

“Baby you were so good last night, you’re so much better than my husband,” said Janet. “I wanted to make love with you forever. Baby it was so much fun feeding your nasty cum to my husband. Oh Errol. I’ve got about a week left, baby, before my unsafe time. Oh Errol, do you think your sexy cum will stay in me that long? Baby I hope your sexy cum stays inside me. I hope it gets me pregnant!”

“Don’t worry pretty girl, it will,” said Errol. “Hey Mr. Substitute, I sure hope you like raising black babies.” I swallowed hard. “Your pretty girl’s gonna have lots of mixed-race babies,” said Errol. “When I cum inside a girl I cum in her right,” he said. “She ain’t never gonna be clean again, man, your wife’s permanently contaminated.”

“Mmmmm baby I love being contaminated,” said Janet.

“Maybe if you keep on eating her, you can slow the pregnancy a little,” said Errol. “You better get to work if you don’t want your wife all knocked up with Errol’s black baby.”

“Yes,” I said. Janet was sitting on the easy-chair, rubbing herself listening while Errol teased me. I got on all fours and crawled over. I kissed her knee and started nuzzling her crotch with my face lovingly.

“Mmmmm my husband’s rubbing his face in my crotch,” said Janet. “Oh Daddy he’s gonna eat your cum again.”

“That’s right,” said Errol. “That’s all you’re good for, white boy, eating creampies and babysitting black babies.”

I started sucking and slurping Janet’s pussy lovingly. Errol’s creampie hadn’t subsided in the least bit. If anything, it was like there was MORE sperm inside her. My dick started swelling and getting hard. I was thinking about my pretty Janet all impregnated and inseminated by that DNA her lover pumped inside her.

I could hardly believe it but somehow I actually WANTED that cum to get her pregnant. I’m no cuckold, but it felt so right for Errol to breed my pretty little wife for me. It felt so right for her to have lots and lots of black babies with him. I wanted to watch her belly swell, I wanted to rub it and kiss it.

I wanted everyone to see me with their offspring and immediately know I wasn’t the father. I wanted everyone to stare at me as my wife stayed constantly pregnant with one healthy mixed-race baby after another. I wanted to babysit half-black babies while Janet’s belly swelled up with more of them.

“Oh Errol, he’s licking me,” said Janet. “He’s licking your nasty cum out of me, baby. I’m gonna cum, baby. Oh baby, your sperm is so wonderful even my husband likes it.” She started moaning like a SLUT. She was cumming.

“Don’t worry, loverboy, you got plenty of creampie to eat there,” said Errol. “When Errol breeds a white girl, Errol does it right, loverboy. You ain’t NEVER gonna see that pussy again without gobs of Errol’s babymaking nut in it.”

“Honey, stop a second,” said Janet. “Honey I want you to thank Errol for putting all that seed in me. Tell my lover thank you for pumping his delicious babymaker cream in me, darling. Tell him thank you for all that wonderful genetics.”

“Thank you,” I said, and then dived back in to eat more.

“That’s right, honey,” said Janet. “You love that black cum in your pretty little wife, don’t you. Don’t worry honey, if that potent black sperm ever runs out, I’ll go right back and let Errol pump some more in me.”

“Mmmmm,” I said. I started rubbing my dick, I was so horny from slurping all that lovejuice. I pulled my mouth away long enough to respond to her. “Oh baby,” I said, “I love eating your nasty contaminated pussy. Promise me if Errol’s sperm ever runs out you’ll go let Errol pump some more in you.”

“I promise darling,” said Janet. “I love you.”

Afterward

There was never any need for Janet to run off and let Errol pump her full of cum again. All it took was just that one little creampie and she’s been oozing nasty black cum to this day. And it’s effective, too, because as soon as Janet was fertile, she immediately got pregnant. That was ten years ago and if you can believe it, we’ve had FIFTEEN of Errol’s babies now. I eventually quit my job as a science journalist.

These days we live on welfare. Nothing else could possibly keep up with us. I’m pretty much a family man now, constantly taking care of my enormous new family. Any time I have a break from all that childcare I go right to Janet and start greedily devouring her.

We pretty much became sexless, if you only count penis-in-vagina. But if you count cunnilingus, we have an active and loving sex-life. Janet never did see Errol after that. She’s had a couple one-night-stands with guys who have a pregnancy fetish or creampie fetish like I do now. But for the most part she’s content to sit around and let me get her off with my tongue, while she strokes my hair and teases me and talks dirty.

I did stop by “Billy’s” dive-bar, to report on the experiment. The funny thing is, none of the bar-flies even believed me. They just rolled their eyes and assumed I was some drunk telling tall tales.

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