Men Eat Creampie

"Let's men eat creampie."

The four women squeeze in Karen's Mustang GT and head over to the Golden Banana where the four women line up at their usual spot at the bar to watch the strippers.

"What are you gals going to have?"

The look at one another and laugh.

"Cock and balls. A double."

The bartender loads up water glasses with rum and tequila and plops fruit slices carved in the image of penises and testicles.

The women whoop it up stuffing the dancer's thongs with money and making sure they get a good feel of the package each time they stuff a dollar down his suit.

Mary stumbles home drunk and horny.

"John! Where the fuck are you? Come down here and show how men eat creampie!"

"Shh!" John emerges from the kitchen with dish towel in hand. "You'll wake the kids. It's 2 am." John looks at his drunken wife. "You went to the Golden Banana, again, didn't you?"

"Fucken'right! You won't give me sex, so I go there to feel some golden bananas and men eat creampie, if you know what I mean." Mary flops down on the couch laughing.

"Yeah, I know what you mean, you filthy pig. You make me sick with your friends, your strip clubs, and your strippers."

"Well, maybe if you took care of me, I wouldn't have to go there to find men eat creampie."

Mary stands, unzips her jeans, drops them, and steps out of her panties. She falls back on the sofa. "Now, come here and lick my pussy. I need men eat creampie."