Chapter 5
Jett's eyes were busy taking in the room. It was all done in dark purples and reds and lavenders, with a deep maroon wall-to-wall carpet. As he looked at the bed, Mrs. Edmunds went over and threw the covers back till they fell on the floor at the foot.
"See," she said. "Even black satin sheets and pillowcases." She went to the window and pulled the drapes shut, then turned the bedroom lights on. They too were dark, flooding the room with dark red light. "Roger does everything for effect. Come see the ceiling."
Jett walked closer to the bed and looked up. There was a huge mirror set in the ceiling and he could see his own reflection and hers, bathed in the red room light till they looked like something psychedelic and wild.
"Cosh!" he said, and he looked again at the walls. There were a dozen paintings there, all of them showing men and women coupled in various positions. On the table by the bed there was a little statue that seemed to be of the great god Pan, prancing, with rampant cock, and holding by the hands two females, each with legs spread showing her carefully detailed cunt.
The drawstrings that drew the drapes were hung with miniature cock-and-balls for pulls and even the dresser drawers had handles that were brass phalli. The articles and cases on the dressers and vanity all seemed to have some erotic significance: containers of powder shaped like breasts with erect nipples serving as handles for the covers; lipsticks shaped like little penises with the swollen glans as caps.
She leaned down beside the bed and pushed some buttons. Immediately there came the low strains of music, but music with an insistent, pounding beat, like the provocative sound of a band at the burlesque show where every beat was punctuated by the bump and grind of a lascivious pair of hips and barely-covered itching cunt. And like a counterpoint to the melody came the sounds of hoarse breathing and moans, as of a woman in sexual torment.
And there was brought to Jett's nostrils the faint smell of perfume, wild and spicy, that filled his head with erotic thoughts and made his pulse-rate jump and his fingers clench at his side. The doctor's wife was looking at him as he stood there hypnotized; there was a sensual smile on her lips, and her eyes were heavy-lidded. She slowly began to take off her clothes.
"To get the full effect of the room there has to be a woman on the bed, moving her hips in time to the music, Roger says. He's really very brilliant." She unfastened her bra from behind her and shrugged it off her shoulders, her breasts bobbing delightfully. They looked like huge tomatoes in the red light of the room, the nipples dark and turgid.
"I want you to have the full effect," she went on, "to see for yourself if what Roger says is true." By now she was rolling her bikini pants down over her thighs. A moment later she lay naked on the bed, looking at him through slitted eyes, her legs spread wide, her cunt a deep scarlet gash in the black hairy patch of jungle that joined her thighs and belly.
"Come see the effect in the mirror."
He looked up at her image, then down at the soft dark red body before him. She was rotating her hips now in time to the music that was stirring his blood with its repetitive jungle beat, stirring him with a primitive lusting hunger for the red-ripe body writhing there in offering to him.
"Roger says that no normal man can look at a female body under these conditions without getting a hard-on." Her laugh tinkled merrily. "He's never" been wrong yet. I see it sticking straight out in your pants like a flashlight. I happens every time I show this room to a man."
She paused and her voice deepened, became huskier. "All of them take off their clothes so they can see what they look like naked in the mirror on the ceiling. Why don't you take off your clothes, too?"
"Oh, yes," breathed Jett, and he kicked off his shoes and tore the rest of his clothes off and joined her on the bed.
"Don't you want to lie on your back and look up at the ceiling?" she asked him as he lowered himself over her, positioning himself between her spread thighs.
"No, hell, no," he said feverishly, and with one hand he fingered her cunt, spreading the lips as his aunt had shown him, so that the great bulbous head of his cock was pressing between the puffy outer lips, against the soft moist glory hole that waited for his entrance.
"Would you rather fuck me now, right now?" she asked, and sighed. "That's how all the men act when I show them this room. Roger is a real genius."
"Hell, yes!" cried Jett and he lunged forward, his hips driving his joint into her tight sheath till a third of it lay throbbing in her, her cunt seizing on it like some tight wet fist.
"Oh, man!" she gasped. "You've got a real cock on you. That feels so good!"
"How's this?" he muttered, and he withdrew an inch and thrust again, gaining still more ground in his assault on her cunt.
"Oh, great! I love your cock, I want it all, all that great, fabulous prick, deep inside me!"
She had her feet locked behind his knees now, her pelvis working as the muscles in her ass flexed, rotating her hips so that her cunt was grinding deliciously on his cock. He Withdrew again and slammed still further into her; then, with one final, sledging blow, the full ten inches of his wrist-thick, bone-hard cock sank to the hilt in the seething tunnel of her body.
She let out a little cry and her feet rubbed along the backs of his thighs while she writhed under him, her body a turbulent mass of raw nerve-ends as he began slowly to fuck into her. Slowly at first, as his aunt had cautioned him, in order to make it last. She'd said, as good a fucking was, why hurry it? Why not make it last as long as you could?
And so he fucked slowly into the doctor's wife, delighting in the sweet, hot pressure on his cock, the softness of her lush full body under him, the hot breasts that were flattened against his chest, the wet groping mouth that found his, the thick blunt tongue stabbing deep between his lips as she fucked into his mouth with her red spade of flesh.
He sucked her tongue while he moved his cock slowly up and back in her tunnel, with drawing till the swollen head was rubbing against the tender sensitive outer lips of her cunt, working it around and around, while she writhed and moaned, then gradually fucking deeper into her again, till his pelvic bone was grinding tightly against hers. She was twisting like a bucket of snakes under him, tilting her cunt all around the clock while he worked, her arms tight around him, holding him in a vise-like, clawing grip.
And all the while the music and the recorded noises of love continued to provide an undercurrent of erotic excitement that pulled them irresistibly on, a pounding, primitive sound that was a backdrop for their own lust.
Then he felt the sap rising in him and knew he could hold off no longer. He began to stroke long, deep, and hard into her, while she put her feet flat on the mattress for greater leverage and fucked back as wildly and desperately as he pounded it into her. Her cunt rose to meet him, then fell back as his tempo increased and he fucked in a quick accelerating rhythm till his balls exploded and his come shot deep into her quim, filling the soft cream pitcher of her vagina.
After a moment she stirred, moving him off her.
"Look," she giggled, and pointed toward the ceiling.
He looked up and saw them both in the mirror, lying side by side, like red statues on the black satin covering. "Isn't it sexy?"
"I guess," he answered. Right then he didn't feel very sexy, but drained of both emotion and energy.
"Not tired already?" she asked.
"A little," he admitted.
"It was fun," she said. "I like your cock. It's a lot different from when Roger fucks me."
"What would-would he think about this? I mean, you and me."
"I hope I never find out." She giggled again. "I don't have to worry about him, though. I know where he is all day. All I have to worry about is how I'm going to get you down here again."
"Again?"
"Sure. You don't think I'm going to stop now, after finding something like you this close to home, do you?"
She reached over and grabbed hold of his cock with one hand. "There's not many like this loose in the countryside. It's the biggest cock I've ever seen."
As he watched in the mirror, she waggled his cock back and forth, fisting it in her hand and sliding her hand up and down the length of the shaft. He could feel the quick response of his body as the shaft began again to swell and harden.
"I really should get back," he began.
"Nonsense," she purred. "Tell your uncle you took a wrong turn. I'm not going to let you go out of here with a hard-on."
His cock was rigid and throbbing now, and she squatted over him, sinking back till the full length of it was standing upright in her belly as she wriggled her fanny around, leaning over him, smiling down at him.
"You watch over my shoulder," she said. "And I'll fuck you. See if you don't get a better charge that way." And while he watched in the mirror she played with his cock. She fucked him for a while, then moved her hips away and sucked him till he was groaning, and then she turned around till she was facing his feet and inserted his cock into her cock-squeezing cunt again. She finished him off this way, rocking up and back on his cock till the explosion hit them once more.