Gary Jenkins - The Hesitating Couple

Kitty looked back over her shoulder at him. “For God’s sake, Bill… take it easy on me! You’ll split me wide open!”

Glassy-eyed with passion, grunting pantingly, Bill labored behind her, a smooth, creamy-white buttock grasped in either hand, his big, throbbing cock pounding in and out of her moistly lubricated cunt with reckless abandon.

“Hold still, damn it!” he growled at her. “I’m going to fuck you in the ass, now!”

“No… not this time, Bill! Please? You know I don’t like it that way… like Ginny does… she whined. “Let me suck you off, instead.

O.K.?”

Kitty was one of the regulars… and one of his favorites at the Pacifica Royale Motel and Lodge. There were other, more beautiful women who worked the Pacifica as prostitutes, but Kitty’s experience, her ability to please and satisfy him, always brought him back to her. She, on her part, was always glad to have the young engineer share a bed with her for a few hours. Then, too, he always paid her better.

“Yeah… O.K.” he agreed, pulling his hardened, aching cock from her sheathing cunt and flopping back on the pillows, the shaft of his massive prick standing up jack-staff straight above his hairy loins.

Quickly, Kitty was over him, her agile tongue licking and caressing the length of his throbbingly engorged cock, her mouth, finally, capturing the smooth, shiny redness of the bulbous head.

Her smooth, warm mouth was like honey, her tongue wildly gyrating around the sensitive corona, the tip of it dipping into the tiny slit, occasionally; then, as her head began to bob, moving up and down the shaft of his expanding cock, absorbing his length to the fullest into her mouth and throat with ever-quickening pace, she brought him to a spewing ejaculation, in a few minutes, and she swallowed his white, hot semen, voraciously, licking and sucking to get all of it to the very last drop.

“God! That’s good, Kitty!” he grunted.

“Do you want to stay the rest of the night, Bill?” she asked, knowing that if he did, he would pay her more than the going rate for an all-night trick. It’s a hell of a lot easier than eight or nine quickies!

“All right, Kitty… I might as well.

Twice more, that night, he used her. Kitty was a good fuck. She always made sure that he enjoyed her. Somehow, though, something was missing from the easy sex she provided him. Her services were as easily obtainable as a good meal. Maybe that was the trouble!

In the early, morning light of the following day, as he lay beside her, he knew that Faye, on the other hand, was completely unattainable. There was only one way he could ever have her: Marriage!

Bill looked over at the still sleeping face beside him, then his eyes ranged over the rest of her warm, naked body. Kitty had been very attractive, when she was younger, but now he saw the slight wrinkles and lines, the tinted hair, the tell-tale sag of her breasts and the middle-aged fat of her upper arms. He wondered, idly, how it was that she had become a whore. Had she ever been considered as a marriage prospect? She had been young, vibrant and idealistic, once… hadn’t she?

Suddenly, he saw her as a person, for the first time, and realized that he had been using her as an object… something on which, merely, to relieve his lust. She had been a thing to him… a fucking machine!

By slow degrees, he began to piece the puzzle together. All of the women he had seduced, the whores he had fucked had been as nothing to him… after Virginia, and lie realized that it had been his Uncle Morris… and his money that had hardened him, de-sensitized him, and in the process, he had to admit, ruefully, to himself… had dehumanized him .

Thoughts of Faye came crowding in on him. Was this woman, somehow, destined to be the catalyst for his aimless life? It could be possible her aloof, unattainability was leading him to something new. Could that something be… love? He didn’t know. Certainly, it would not be romantic love! Of that he was sure! He couldn’t bring himself to believe it existed except in stories… but it could be true love, a realistic love, of the kind that makes good marriages.

MARRIAGE?! He couldn’t seem to shake that word out of his mind. Bill Wright… married! He couldn’t imagine himself in that sort of permanent arrangement, yet his thoughts of Faye were all mixed up with that particular word. It kept cropping up… like a bad penny. I better come off it… it’s a stupid idea! I’m not cut out for all that crap that goes along with getting married!

He sat up, searched for and found his cigarettes and lighter; lighting up, he leaned back, against the headboard, smoking and thinking. His movement in the bed awakened Kitty. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she gazed up at him, sleepily.

Bill’s solemn face prompted her to ask, thinking about something… or is something bothering you, Honey…?”

“Yeah,” he answered, not being specific.

“Which…?”

“Both… I guess…”

“Well… like what, for example…?”

“Like… marriage…” he grunted.

“Who… somebody I know?” She was interested, now.

“Yeah… me!”

“You?” Kitty sat up, fast.

“Yeah… I’ve been trying to imagine me being married… isn’t that a laugh?”

“It’s about time, Bill! You’ll make some lucky girl a good husband!”

“You think so?”

“Hell, yes!” she exploded. “You ought to be settling down with some nice girl… and start raising a family… before it’s too late!”

“Why?”

Kitty looked at him, levelly, “It’s miserable being alone… believe me!” She picked up a pack of cigarettes and stuck one in her mouth. Bill lit it for her. He watched as she drew in smoke with some agitation; then, she went on, “If you’ve found the girl… grab her, right away!”

“My Uncle Morris seems to get along all right… alone,” he observed.

“… And, he’s the most miserable man I know, Bill!”

“Uncle Morris…? Impossible!”

“Believe me, he is! Don’t ask me what … but it should be pretty clear why I know… shouldn’t it?” she said.

“Yeah… you’re one of his favorites, too…” Bill agreed.

“Forget about Morris… let’s talk about getting you married!” Kitty said with dead seriousness. “The sooner the better!”

“You’re cutting off your own business, you know!”

“Hell… there’s always plenty of business! Don’t worry about little old Kitty!”

“All right… if you say so…”

Kitty’s hand, under the sheet, moved to grasp the limp shaft of his cock. She smiled up at him. “Would you like to cum… one more time?” she asked. “For old time’s sake?”

The touch of her hand, the agile fingers working, expertly, on him, brought his big cock to instant alertness, his blood pouring into it, to be trapped there. It was hard and erect, in a few moments.

“Yeah, O.K., Kitty… for old time’s sake… if you want to…” he smiled.

“I want to… Bill…” she breathed.

Her mouth followed her hand. She knew he’d like that.

Bill left a hundred dollar bill on the bureau for Kitty, dressed, left her there, in the room, still in bed, got into his car and drove home to shave and shower, before going to work. His uncle’s Continental had been parked three spaces down from his Porsche, in the parking lot of the Pacifica.

He was probably with Ginny, he decided. The old bastard must be quite a cocksman! I wonder what Kitty meant about not asking WHAT she knows about my uncle? Hell… I really don’t know very much about him, myself!

“To hell with him!” he muttered to himself, deciding not to worry about his uncle’s hang-ups! He had problems of his own… and he wasn’t sure of any answers… yet!