Marc Mixer

Sex For Everyone

Chapter 1

Just masturbating, that's all. And dreaming, that's all. Picturing herself moving her warm lips over Larry's enormous penis head, taking it into her wet, saliva-filled mouth. She saw herself letting her tongue flicker around the smooth and almost tasteless crown of the pulsing organ. Larry had always liked that. All the men in her life had. She thought for a split second about Marvin and her teenage years. Marvin had been the first one to introduce her to the delicious sucking game. Tasteless but delicious? How could that be? But it was, and she decided not to think anymore of Marvin. Larry, yes, Larry. And he'd be home any minute now… after so long. And she remembered the first night Larry and she had been together, before they married. That seemed so long ago. And what he said: "Hmmm: You have a hairy pussy, Gertie."

"Do you like hairy twats, Larry?" she had answered with a question. Now she heard the key in the front door. It was him! Him!

Yes! Yes! Larry was home again, back from his latest trip, home, hot, ready, and his tongue would be-delving inside her juicing network in a matter of seconds. God! how she missed that man!

In Gert's mind, images fascinating but not really to the point:

The resonant boom-boom-boom of the native drums throb through the night. A massive fire blazes hot in the center of the camp. The girl lashed to the stake writhes, and sweat streams from the heat blasting in her face, ravaging her body. Brown men beat the rawhide skins stretched taut across the hollow wood frame. Boom-boom-boom. A dancing, naked young man masturbates in the midst of women and children-silent, tense… Boom, boom, boom.

"Picture it, feel it, listen to it. Come."

Larry was back from another trip. Gert watched him starting to unpack. "Come? How can I when you're unpacking? You're supposed to be un-dressing! I don't want to hear about your trip, naked men or no, I want to feel it."

Wordlessly and quietly, Larry opened the suitcase and tossed a huge limp rag-type doll to his wife. It landed in the middle of her naked outstretched legs, black face down, one of the legs catching in the curls of her tawny, tangled pubic hair.

"A doll? Larry, I thought you went to Africa. This looks like an ordinary American doll-black or no."

Larry nodded and took the doll from her lap, two of his fingers lightly brushing her flat tummy.