Room with a Secret Ch. 03

Standing erect at the coffee point, not simply standing up straight but with his penis engorged, decently under his clothing of course, Jim thought back, his mind wondering and remembering. Not at all the right thing to do given Sophie was standing right in front of him and talking. The thought in his mind, rather than replying, was of having his cock between her lips then, perhaps, in her vagina -- he could vividly remember just how warm and wet it had been -- and then back between her lips. The thought of his cock all freshly wet from her being sucked -- the idea of Sophie tasting herself on his penis. The thought...

"Sorry, what did you say?" Jim had quite missed what Sophie was saying.

"I was saying, could I come again, visit Mr. Crowfoot again? Such a delightful old boy. Charming, old school and so interesting. I liked his house, though for the life of me, I can't remember a thing how his study looked. I can remember the other rooms. Did it have a fireplace and a big old desk? I just can't remember. Have you been upstairs? Is that as nice as the ground floor?"

Sophie suggested the Saturday and Jim went across the road that very evening to see if that would suit Mr Crowfoot. He was surprised to find the old man no longer in his wheelchair. That sat on its own in the hall.

"No more visits from Nurse Evans, alas," Mr Crowfoot had said, "But so good to be free of the plaster. I now have to restore the strength in my limb." The old man was hobbling a bit, leaning on a walking stick but up and about. It was only when he sat down did Jim see just what the head of the stick was, previously it had been hidden in the palm of his hand.

"Where... where did you get THAT?"

Mr Crowfoot smiled. "My father's, he found it somewhere abroad. Impressive eh?"

"You don't go out and about with that surely?"

"I'm not going out yet, but I have in the past. You see nothing until the hand is removed -- see?" Again he clasped the stick in his hand and it was, indeed, not at all clear to the casual observer just what Mr Crowfoot was clasping but once you knew it was then very obvious the carving below the hand was of a remarkably long erect penis, it even had a slight bend along its length! With the knob of the carved penis in the ball of the hand the carving was not obvious -- or not so obvious. The sinuous veins might just have been natural to the wood; at least until you knew what it actually was, that is.

"I wonder how many young women have experienced it. Certainly, I have wielded it to good effect many times. Would you perhaps like to try it on your Sophie? Poke her with it? Or perhaps watch her use it. It is rather enjoyable watching a woman use a dildo."

And so, Jim found himself escorting Sophie across the road once more. A very excited Jim knowing what would almost certainly happen. Sophie so unaware as she talked away at what was about to occur -- unaware of what would happen, what had happened before and, would then have no real recollection of what had occurred inside Mr Crowfoot's special room.

Sophie was more than delighted to find they were met at the door by Mr Crowfoot. She even kissed the old man on the cheek which was more than she had ever done to Jim. He noted just what walking stick the old man was leaning upon. Jim frowned, Mr Crowfoot would have to be careful not to put that down in Sophie's sight unless, of course, it was in that room at the back with the desk and the Chesterfield.

Again, they sat in the front room whilst Jim made the tea. The old man perhaps a little unsteady on his feet. When he returned with the tea tray they were sitting on a sofa, Sophie to the left, Mr Crowfoot to the right. Having poured the tea Jim sat in an armchair opposite. Cup in hand his eyes kept returning to the walking stick set down by Mr Crowfoot to the side of the sofa. He could see it in all its masculine strength. What if Sophie stood up and saw it? What would she think? It seemed a strange risk on Mr Crowfoot's part. Perhaps an element of danger excited him, or was it done as a challenge to Jim or to show just how confident Mr Crowfoot was in the strange power of the room, the study across the hallway?

Sophie was talking of her own modest flat. Jim's eyes moved from the walking stick to look at her bare knees as she sat with them carefully together under her skirt. In not many minutes he might be parting those knees and looking in detail what was between them. He felt his penis rising as he commented on his own rather basic flat situated opposite Mr Crowfoot's fine house.

Another cup poured, the conversation flowing to literature. Jim smiled when Mr Crowfoot offered to lend a particular book to Sophie. His words, 'I have a copy in the study,' having an especial significance that Jim did not at all miss. It was an invitation, a reason for Sophie to go into the back room.

"Come, let us go and find it."

Jim leapt to help Sophie stand, anxious she should not see Mr Crowfoot fumbling for his walking stick. Mr Crowfoot though, then took her arm and hobbled with her out across the hall and into the study with Jim following, his eyes on her bottom. He turned and closed the study door behind him and when he turned again Mr Crowfoot was already at the bookcase looking for the volume. He actually handed his stick to Sophie so he could reach two handed. Jim's eyes went wide at seeing the wooden penis shape in Sophie's hand. She was looking at it. Had, perhaps, the study's spell not worked?

"What do you think, Sophie, what do you really think? Does it shock you?" Mr Crowfoot spoke without turning, still seeking the book.

What was Mr Crowfoot up to, Jim wondered.

"It's a... it's an unusual carving. I'm not sure you should go out on the street with it, Mr Crowfoot." Jim watched how she was holding and examining it, how her thumb rubbed up the rather well carved and equally realistic fraenum. It looked well polished from frequent rubbing as if the shape encouraged a certain rubbing or fondling. "Yes, it's not the sort of thing really to show anyone: if it was mine I'd keep it locked away except..."

"Yes?" Mr Crowfoot turned and leant forward a little in expectation.

Sophie smiled her pretty smile, "I might get it out at bedtime."

"Do you use a dildo, Sophie, have you got one?"

"Yes, hidden away in my knicker drawer, in a sock, but not as nice as this one." She was holding it up, turning it around.

Such an interesting piece of intimate information. He would see Sophie the next day, perhaps getting her coffee at the office kitchen, little realising Jim knew what she kept in her knicker drawer. Did she just use it when alone or did her husband wield it as well, perhaps in support of his own penis? But there was to be more intimate matters he would learn about.

"What do you think about, fantasise about when you use your dildo, Sophie?"

"Oh, I don't know. Depends."

"Tell us your," he paused, "what word should I use, 'risqué', 'naughty', 'taboo' or even socially unacceptable, thoughts. Your darker fantasies perhaps. Do you perhaps imagine being examined, maybe by a doctor, perhaps with an audience and the examination becomes sexual; perhaps with the nurse, perhaps with the doctor?

Sophie nodded and Jim swallowed. What on Earth went on in her mind? Did young women really have such thoughts, the sort of, or at least analogous, sexual fantasies that he did and, presumably, other young men -- and probably Mr Crowfoot as well.

"Yes, Mr Crowfoot, and I have imagined people watching. A group of students taking notes. I find the idea of being exposed and watched arousing. Well sometimes." She paused as if thinking. Certainly she was being open -- completely open -- undoubtedly due to the room. "Yes, quite often my thoughts take that turn. I like the idea of being on a beach -- who doesn't -- a private cove and I'm there with a nice man making love but I do like to imagine we are seen. I look over my lover's shoulder and see another man watching from a distance and then he comes closer. I like imagining seeing his cock swell in his swimming shorts and then he gets it out and wanks. Another man turns up, and then, maybe, another."

Jim was fascinated; only just believing he was hearing Sophie say these things. What would she say next? "Did they, did they, um..." Suddenly he was not too sure how to put the question. Sophie was just standing there as if in the office, not unclothed or anything.

"Jim wants to know what you imagined happening. Did you copulate with them all or did the watching men perhaps ejaculate on you or perhaps you and your partner? Warm rain, Sophie." He said it with a smile.

Sophie giggled. It was so sexy and so not like her or, at least, how Jim saw her at the office.

"Both! I've imagined that scene quite a few times."

"Well, we are not down by the sea. But you could act out your examination fantasy, Sophie. You would like to do that. I shall be the doctor and Jim the young trainee. What would please you? Would you like to imagine yourself a young, blushing, virgin bride sent to learn about sex before the big day? Preparation for the wedding night eh?"

"I do sometimes imagine that. Me as the young, inexperienced bride being taken up to the bedchamber by my new older, experienced and large husband," Sophie paused, "large in many ways."

Jim was amazed by how Sophie's inhibitions seemed to have been thrown to the wind by the room. To hear her allude to the size of a penis was -- different!

"It must have been, for some young brides, quite a shock seeing an erect penis the first time. Not for farm girls who would have seen the animals copulating and have a pretty shrewd idea, but town girls kept away from such things."

"Knowing where it was to go." Breathed Sophie. "Excites me but must have frightened some girls."

Jim watched Sophie's chest rising and falling. Beneath her blouse he could see she was breathing faster.

"Imagine some Sir Jaspar like groom, removing his clothes revealing his hairy body -- animal like -- and at last his penis, right there in front of his bride and then... Oh, I like the idea, it growing, and growing right in front of her. Rearing up like a stallion!"

Jim shivered. What imagery was coming from Sophie. This was quite something. The room seeming to just let her go.

"Or," said Mr Crowfoot, "she is suddenly presented with this at her pre-nuptial examination.

And Sophie play acted perfectly. A look of shock on her face as the walking stick, angled handled uppermost was thrust in front of her face by the old man.

"This, my dear, is what a man's penis looks like when engorged and ready to enter a woman in copulation. Take it, hold it, as you will your husband's, many times."

Wonderful to see Sophie play act. Her fingers tentatively holding, feeling the realistic carving, turning it in her hand. "How long -- is a real... man's thing? Is it really as... thick?"

"All in good time, Sophie, I have some real penises for you to hold, but first your examination. Perhaps, Miss, you could undress in the corner and then lie down on the examination desk." He removed the few items on the desk.

The desk had no doubt been used before for a similar purpose. Jim wondered how many women had been placed upon that desk, their vaginas and mouths at a useful height. Both Mr Crowfoot and, no doubt, his father would have, he was sure, engaged with wonderfully compliant women upon the leather top. Sophie wasted little time in undressing. A delight for Jim to see her once more completely naked and watch her climb up on the desk feigning embarrassment as she play-acted her part. How amazing, thought Jim, the room's influence. What could and did happen once a woman was enticed into the study. She was completely and utterly at the men's disposal.

"Well done, my dear, not too awful being here naked in front of your doctor and his assistant eh? But we need you to be a little more open." With his walking stick, Mr Crowfoot indicated, not though with its base but with its head. He held it by its base and tapped with its knob end against Sophie's knees encouraging them to open. "A bit more please, young lady." The realistic shiny wooden knob stroked down the inside of Sophie's thighs encouraging a wider splay.

Jim had seen something of Sophie when she had been across the arm of the Chesterfield whilst he had spanked and then, actually, copulated with her before releasing all over her bottom and back, but now he could see all of her most intimate parts.

"Educational for you too, eh, Jim? Fetch me that mirror would you."

Jim did as he was bid, a little puzzled, but soon found himself holding it so the prone Sophie could see what Mr Crowfoot -- or was that Dr. Crowfoot -- pointed out to her.

"Your procreative and excretory organs all in one tidy place." He looked up at Sophie as he put a pair of wire framed spectacles on his nose. "Your future husband is a lucky man. A fine body for him to enjoy. You are a pretty girl with a fine pair of breasts. Whilst these are really for breast feeding infants, men do take the greatest pleasure in playing with them and suckling upon your nipples. Whether or not in milk!"

He was gently poking at them with the head of his walking stick; a hard, wooden penis pushing at Sophie's sweet conical breasts and her pale areolae and nipples. Quite a sight to see the facsimile penis in close contact with Sophie's breasts. Just what Jim would like to do with his own penis, indeed he would very much have liked to come upon them, enjoying seeing and feeling his hot, creamy semen pouring out onto her breasts and perhaps rubbing them, making them all slippery with it. Such a shame a man only came once. The idea of rubbing the slippery breasts whilst then inserting himself into her just so pleasing in his unsurprisingly aroused state.

"Now you try fondling, imagine it is your husband to be. Isn't that nice. Pinch a little, encourage your nipples to harden." Mr Crowfoot did not stop using the walking stick.

So good seeing Sophie's hands at work with the wooden penis interfering at the same time. Her fingers kept touching that as well, even rubbing its smooth hardness against her nipples.

Slowly Mr Crowfoot brought the knob to Sophie's lips. So exciting for Jim to see the realistic carving coming slowly closer to her mouth. "Kiss it, Sophie, you should kiss your husband's penis. It is there for you."

A remarkably erotic sight. Jim was willing Sophie to suck but she just kissed. An almost chaste kiss right to the end of the very unchaste wooden object. What a sight!

"Now, Sophie, let's examine your pudenda. Look in the mirror. See either side," the bulbous wooden handle of the walking stick traced down Sophie's outer lips on both sides, "your protective outer labia, closing over your soft inner parts, just smooth skin and such pretty curls. Nice though to feel stroked. You should encourage your husband to stroke slowly and take his time. There is a danger that men rush through the preliminary stages. There is some sense in having men tied and bound on their wedding night, and perhaps other times, so they don't hurry, but we might discuss your thoughts on bound men another time, Sophie." The wooden knob went round and round.

Here, though, are your inner lips, the labia minora, see how soft they are. You have generous lips. Again, protective but they become delightfully engorged as your arousal rises. Like a penis they fill with blood becoming thicker, at the same time the whole vulva lubricates allowing the penis ingress.

"And here is your little pee hole. See Jim it is here not as you might expect up here with the clitoris." He was touching, pushing against the little orifice with the stick. "And of course, down here we have the other excretory exit and we know what that's for don't we Sophie?"

"Of course."

"But what you might not know is some men, and maybe your husband to be, like to engage in a different, an unnatural copulation. They like to push their penises into that tight, warm hole!"

"No!"

"I wonder, Sophie, if you have thought about that. But that's for another day. If your husband shows an inclination, then come and revisit me. We can undertake some training exercises. But here, this is the important place. Look Sophie, see this mock penis, pushing at your vaginal opening as your husband will do."

"It's too big to go in. I'm sure it is, doctor. Far too big."

Mr Crowfoot's smile and chuckle were condescending, "I can assure you the vagina is remarkably elastic. I shall get you to try, but first, this is most important," he moved the knob upwards, "the clitoris! So much sensation in one place. To be treated carefully."

Jim leant inwards as Mr Crowfoot continued, perhaps still play acting, perhaps talking for Jim's benefit. "You can feel that, Sophie." He was rubbing the carefully carved little penile orifice against the just visible button, making it grow. "Here above a charming little vee of skin, so pretty on Sophie, the protective clitoral hood, see how it peels back exposing her."

It was clear to Jim; Sophie was lubricating nicely.

"Now Sophie, imagine your new husband is with you in bed. He is naked and his penis is strongly erect. He has been stroking you and you him. You have been exploring each other's bodies, with fingers and tongues -- perhaps. It is now time to consummate the marriage. He will lie atop you, pushing you into the soft bed and you will feel the end of his penis hard against you like this!"

Sophie started as she felt the sudden jab of the wood at her entrance.

"Perhaps you are not quite ready. Your husband could oil or grease his penis and make entry easier. Jim, could you oil the stick for Sophie."

Jim had seen the glass stoppered bottle but had not realised its purpose. It was slightly peculiar pouring oil into the palm of his hand and then applying it to the raised knob and shaft of the walking stick. It was not a real penis but it felt like one. It was as if he was oiling another man's penis ready for copulation. A strange thing to be doing, an almost uncomfortable thing to be doing, feeling its hard shape with all its carved realism. Shiny with the oil, Mr Crowfoot returned it to its position between Sophie's thighs.

"Now imagine he is on top of you. You know his penis is hanging ready, perhaps an inch from you. It is about to happen. You grasp him tightly, your arms around his naked back. Are your ready, Sophie, close your eyes. It is about to happen."

Jim watched as Mr Crowfoot pushed and Sophie's eyes closed. The wooden knob seemed simply to be absorbed into his work colleague's body; so good to see her gasp and shudder as if she was indeed a bride experiencing her first penetration by her new husband. Slowly Mr Crowfoot advanced the wooden phallus pushing it deeper into Sophia.

Sophie's eyes opened and she watched the advancing dildo in the mirror in Jim's hands. Had she done the same with a mirror and her own dildo from her knicker drawer? It fascinated Jim to think what Sophie had done, and, indeed, what her private thoughts were about sex. It aroused him to wonder just how kinky she might be, or how other female colleagues might be in the privacy of their own mind. What, he wondered, went on in the minds of women. Were they as kinky as he liked to think he was? What were their most hidden, or embarrassing, thoughts?

"Now Sophie I want you to practise whilst my assistant and I prepare certain apparatus to continue your preparations for your wedding night." The wooden penis had been pushed and pulled a few times by Mr Crowfoot. Jim had rather been hoping to take over but it seemed the old man had other ideas.

Jim could hardly tear himself away from watching Sophie take hold of the walking stick and continue its use within her body, pleasuring herself. The wooden walking stick pulling upon her flesh and then pushing into it.