Gary Jenkins - The Hesitating Couple

Her hands dropped away from the smooth, white hemispheres of her breasts, and she looked at her reflection in the mirror, young, vibrant, beautiful… and needful. A horrible thought crossed her mind; she had never considered it a possibility: Oh, God… what If Bill’s never able to do it… again!

She had, purposely, kept her own optimism at a high level to counter Bill’s more-or-less hopeless attitude. Now, as it drained away from her, she was struck with the horror of a possible situation: The rest of her married life… without any sex, at all! Oh, no…!

A rush of desire swept over her, and her hands went, again, to her throbbing breasts, her fingers plucking at the sensitive nipples, as in her imagination, she felt Bill’s mouth on them, sucking and nibbling there… as he always did. I’m too young to… to face not having anything… nothing at all…!

Caressingly, her hands moved down across the flat plane of her belly, smoothed into the inverted curve of her waist, then out over the swell of her hips to move in sensuous circles on the smoothly white globes of her buttocks; momentarily her hands were Bill’s hands, and she tried to imagine what it would be like… if he never did that, again. Even if I’m not as sexy as Bill wants me… I-I’ve come to orgasm enough t-to know… I-I need it… have to have it… pretty regular… and if Bill couldn’t do it… how could I ever get it… again?

And, then, uncontrolled, her hand crept to the triangle of her loins, covering the golden down, cupping it in her palm to squeeze tightly up against it, her middle finger going in, unconsciously, to find the sensitive, erect bud of her clitoris, hidden deeply in the fleshy folds of her cunt. Instant, flashingly erotic sensations seared her belly. It was the same delicious feeling Bill could produce in her with his finger… or the hardness of his erect penis.

Faye gasped; her mind reeled. Old prohibitions crowded in on her. It was wrong!… And the wrongness of it, in her mind… drubbed into her like old wive’s tales when she was a little girl, could not be squared with the needs of her youthful body. She took her hand away. Even if that stupid book does say there’s nothing wrong with it… I-I just couldn’t do that to myself!

The array of huge rubber penises she had seen displayed in the showcase, at the Boulevard News, where she had bought the sex manual, flashed through her mind. She saw them, again, clearly, standing straight up, literally dozens of the lifelike, fully erect cocks, some of them more huge than she could imagine any man being, and she was revulsed, again. Ugh! I suppose some women use those things t-to masturbate with… and bring themselves to orgasm!… But, she couldn’t imagine doing it, herself. I’ll just have to learn to get along without… I guess… if Bill doesn’t get well … With an effort of will, she tried to put her great need out of her mind.

Then, she stepped into the bathtub and closed the glass doors. The water was at the exact temperature she liked. It felt terribly good as it sprayed over her body. Business-like she took the bar of lightly perfumed soap and began to lather her body, running her hands, caressingly, but unconsciously so over her breasts, her abdomen, thighs, buttocks and, finally, her genitals. Desperately, she tried to ignore the erotic signals her body beamed to her.

She did ignore the sex messages, until she turned up the pressure to begin rinsing the soap off; then, as she faced the stinging shower, it seemed to caress her, and her body was alive to the lewd sensations it created. Then, she remembered:

She had read it in that book, tonight… but it had meant nothing then. Suddenly, she knew. She would do it. Certainly it was harmless and maybe it would work. impulsively, her hands trembling, she reached up to the shower head and twisted it off. Instantly, the stinging spray became a full, torrential stream of water. She leaned back, allowing the stream to strike her directly on the fleshy folds of her pussy. No… this isn’t right…! What did it say to do?

Remembering, after a moment, she lay down in the tub, spreading her legs wide and shifting her hips about, until the full stream of water was hitting against the pulsating shaft of her tiny clitoris. Both her hands, then, went to her pussy, one on either side, to spread the fleshy lips, slightly, exposing her cunt, nakedly, to the rushing stream. She would never have believed it possible. It began to feel so good… so wonderfully erotic, and I’m not doing… a-anything to myself… really… it’s just the water! 000oooohhhh!

Delicately delicious ecstasy began to envelope her, and she was lost in the complete enjoyment of it. She shivered and moaned aloud, uncontrollably, as her hips began to undulate upwards against the stream of water. “OOoooh, that’s wonderful…!”

Yes… the masturbatory effect of the water felt wonderful to her, but there was something missing. She needed more to bring her to that plateau of rapture that was the jumping off place for the mountain top of her orgasm. It’s not the same… as h-having Bill’s c-cock… deep up inside of me! She was instantly shocked and horrified that she had thought of it, and more so when she realized she had actually named it. It was a word she had, steadfastly, refused to say… even to herself.

Then, she spotted the white, plastic nozzle of her vaginal douche kit hanging with its long hose over the top of the shower enclosure. She had used it many times for its designed purpose. Now, she saw a different use for it. Reaching up she unscrewed the nozzle from the hose. Then, she held it in her hand for a moment, studying it, a feeling of shame flooding through her as she contemplated a new use for the implement. After all, it’s been in me lots of times…!

Not realizing that she was using it as a dildo, she inserted the smooth plastic nozzle into the warm, throbbing channel of her cunt, moving it in and out, vigorously; instinctively, she concentrated on the top of her cuntal passage where she felt the most sensation… But.. it’s too small! It’s not filling me… the way Bill’s cock does!

Desperately, she plunged the makeshift little cock in and out of her seething cunt… Feeling, knowing that her orgasm was there, just out of reach, tantalizing her. Oh, God… I I’ve got to have, s-something bigger… in me! I’m so close… so close to cumming… but I can’t yet!

She dropped the douche nozzle into the bathtub beside her. I’ve already gone this far… I-I might as well… Holding three of her fingers, rigidly, together, she plunged them into her needful, love-starved cunt. OOoooh! That’s it! Aaugh!

All of the prohibitions, taboos and chiding’s that could have been mustered would not have stopped her, at that moment. With closed eyes, she lay back in the steamy warmth of the bathtub, spreading her white, smoothly tapering thighs wider for greater access and ease, her own hand transformed, in her imagination, into Bill’s massive, rampaging cock.

She could feel the lubricious liquidity of her tender vaginal lining on her fingers as they moved in and out, rhythmically, the breadth of her three fingers feeling almost like the plunging cock-head Bill had driven into her so often.

Then, her other hand found the shaft of her sensitive, throbbing clitoris, and together both hands moved in unison, while ecstatically searing sensations swept over her, almost drowning her in soaring erotic rapture.

Faye was lost completely to her self indulgent, auto-erotic stimulation, and she revelled in it. It had been too long… too many days and nights that she had been denied her sexuality. Now, she felt almost the same… as if Bill were laboring over her, his muscular body driving his hard cock into her… and she was almost ready to cum. There was only one thing wrong: Oh, God… my fingers aren’t long enough… t-to reach all the way up inside… the way Bill’s cock does!