While Herbie was having his dream about Marcie when she was a teen, Marcie was sniffing her finger – well, actually she was sniffling and her finger just happened to be under her nose because she had intended to wipe away some of the sluggish snot that dribbled from her nose. That was when she caught the whiff of cunt. And that, she realized angrily, was what made her husband wrinkle up his nose – the smell of pussy.
Pussy to Marcie didn't smell bad. But like most American girls, she was used to the smell of cunt.
Marcie sniffed, sniffled. Was there something wrong with the smell of cunt. It wasn't a rancid smell, nor did it smell like something stale like a minute-old fart, or garbagey like something a year-old in the refrigerator. When she took a big whiff, the aroma actually had a tart smell, like the times her mother used to make walnut pie and little Marcie would have to crush up three thousand walnuts to get them to fit into her mother's twenty-pound pie. That's what it smelled like – crushed walnuts.
Marcie was doubly pissed now. Herbie liked walnuts – his favorite candy was Walnettos. Hell, when little Suzy was six years old, Herbie would go through her trick-or-treat bag and steal all the Walnettos while their daughter was left with just Ju-Jubes and jelly beans.
Christ, why did he have to make those Halloween faces at the way her cunt smelled?
Tears spilled from her eyes and she sniffled again. She ready to turn on her side and turn off the lights when she saw that ghastly-looking Trojan Extra Large rubber that was filled with somebody's cum.
But whose cum?
She picked it up gingerly, just the tips of her fingers coming into contact with the squishy, rubbery, obscene thing. Whose rubber? Whose cum? Whose been fucking in her bed?
She knew it wasn't Herbie's rubber. Herbie never wore rubbers – unless it rained like Morton Salt, but then those rubbers he would put on his feet and not on his middle leg.
She also knew it wasn't Herbie's rubber because his prick couldn't possibly fit into a Trojan Extra Large.
God, whose huge cock had filled this condom? It had to be a huge cock – only something about a foot-long could have possibly gotten into that rubber.
Marcie stretched the Trojan Extra Large from end to end. It had to be a cock at least fourteen inches long.
The only thing she was sure of now WAS that it was not Herbie's cock that had been cloaked by that condom. Because Herbie only had a ten-inch prick and it would have looked like a parachute on his prick instead of a rubber. No, this rubber had masked some stranger's prick. Same man had obviously used this rubber to fuck some girl in their bed.
Marcie frowned as sperm leaked out of the end and dribbled on her thigh. Yeeeeccchhh!
She brushed away the nasty-looking puddle of jizz that had drenched her thigh. It was too bad that the hand she used to brush away the sperm was the hand that held up the open end of the Trojan Extra Large. Her other hand held the reservoir tip and the shriveled rubber spilled its copious contents onto the thigh that she had just brushed off.
Shit!
What was the use!
Nothing was going right for Marcie. She felt as bland and as dead as the cum that stained her thigh.
Fuck it.
Fuck the man with the extra large cock who had fucked some girl on their bed.
Fuck the strange girl who had probably got her cunt fucked inside-out by the man wearing a Trojan Extra Large.
Fuck her marriage.
Fuck Herbie Marcuse for not eating her cunt and for thinking that she would fuck a stranger with a fourteen-inch cock that was cloaked by a Trojan Extra Large.
Marcie brooded, thinking about all those things she wanted to get fucked.
She tried smoking. Crushed out the Kool after four hot puffs.
She tried reading. The Joy of Sex was of no comfort.
She tried sleeping. But how could a woman possibly sleep when her husband was zzzzziiiinnngggg downstairs, her marriage was on the rocks, and she was lying next to a Trojan Extra Large rubber filled with some stranger's jizz.
Her problems were too soap-opera-ish to believe. No marriage counselor would believe her when she told him that their marriage had gone to shit the night that her husband found not another man in their bed, but the remains of a man.
Maybe Herbie would believe her if she went downstairs and told him that she had never seen that rubber before. But what the fuck for? He was the one playing asshole. He was the one who had accused her of fucking around with Mr. Trojan Extra Large. No, better to just cross him off and say fuck it.
"Fuck it."
There, that felt better. "Fuck it!"
Aba, much better.
"Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it!"
Better. Better. Better.
Jesus, she sure hoped Suzy hadn't heard what she had just said. Oh, Christ! She probably woke up the whole fucking neighborhood when she had cursed.
Well, fuck them, too.
"Fuck all of you! Did'ya hear me! Fuck all of you!"