Chapter 7

"I heard from Bob last night," Nancy told Laura.

"Oh? What did he have to say?"

"That he's working his butt off. Those were his exact words. And that everything wasn't beer and skittles over there."

"Or pricks and pussies, either, I suppose he meant."

"Laura! My God, what if somebody's listening?"

"I hope they're at least twelve years old, or they might be confused."

"Well, don't talk that way on the phone. The point is, he's behaving himself."

"He said."

"Yes, and I believe him."

"Surely you wouldn't expect him to admit he'd been screwing around."

"I believe him, Laura! That's all I'm going to say on the subject."

"So is that why you called me up?"

"Yes. Well, not entirely. There's more. Since he has been behaving himself, there won't be any question of his wanting to join your club." Laura was silent.

"So I guess we'd better just forget about that," Nancy went on.

"Is that what you want-to forget about it?"

"Yes," Nancy said firmly. Laura laughed quickly.

"I mean it. I really do. Bob and I are happily married. I made a mistake the other day. Two mistakes," she added meaningfully. "I won't make that kind of mistake again."

"And ... the pictures?" Laura asked slowly.

"You wouldn't want Bob to see those, any more than I would, since they show you in bed with another man."

"One of them doesn't. Anyway, I'm not ashamed of what I do. Dave knows all about it."

"Still, I'm sure you wouldn't want the pictures floating around." Nancy believed, or at least hoped, that she was calling the other woman's bluff.

"Don't be too sure, darling. You know the value of advertising."

"Laura, that's vile!"

The other woman laughed.

"I mean it ... I'm not going to go through with this. If you do show those pictures to anybody, it will be for nothing. It will only end up embarrassing your husband at the office."

"I don't think so. Bob won't let the pictures get shown around the office."

"Well, anyway, remember what I said. The deal is completely off."

"Darling ... are you sure you want to commit yourself on that right now? You have another couple of weeks before Bob gets home, haven't you?"

"Yes."

"Then I'd advise you to reserve your judgment for at least a few days. A woman can get very lonesome in two weeks' time."

"Laura ... damn you!"

The other woman tsk'd, then said, "Maybe we hadn't better talk any more just now. You're much too confused."

"You wouldn't want Bob and me in that stupid club of yours if we hated you, would you?" Nancy demanded.

"You don't hate me, darling. And as for Bob ... I dare say his attitude is apt to be warmer than yours."

"Oh!" Nancy exploded, and she hung up the phone abruptly.

Well, that was it! That was really it. If there had been any lingering uncertainty in her mind, Laura's cocky attitude just now had dispeled it.

But there were still those awful pictures....

Nancy got up and began to pace the floor slowly, gnawing on the joint of her index finger in nervous contemplation.

At home, Laura sat for a while and gazed at the telephone. Then a slow smile came over her face.

If Nancy really meant it about not pressuring Bob to join the club, there would be another way to get the Jordans in. Laura could go to work on Bob herself.

The svelte dark-haired woman had a great deal of confidence in her sex appeal. And why not? It had proved itself many times, and not just in the distant past, either. Leaving Rex and Harv and the other members of the swap club out of it, Laura had demonstrated quite recently that she still had what it took to intrigue and seduce a man.

For instance....

About two weeks ago, when she was in town on one of her frequent shopping tours, she had taken time out for a bite of lunch. She went to one of the better restaurants, as usual, and took a booth. As she was eating, she noticed a handsome man at the counter.

He was tall and husky, built like a professional athlete.

She judged he was in his early thirties. He was alone, as she was.

From where he sat, he could see her by turning his head slightly to one side, and he had noticed her as he glanced casually around the place. But he hadn't tried to flirt with her.

Laura made up her mind on the spur of the moment that she wanted him.

She was like that, and always had been.

She began to stare at him and, sure enough, after a little while he looked her way again. This time their gazes caught and held for a few moments. She smiled ever so slightly and lowered her eyelids in a suggestive way.

The man got the message.

In less than a minute he was at the booth, introducing himself, and then naturally he was seated opposite her and they were chatting.

His name was Charley Springer and he was in public relations. Laura noticed that he wore a wedding band.

She was wearing her rings too, of course.

These symbols of matrimony didn't seem to bother either of them.

Charley was smooth. Without being crude about it or making her feel cheap, he let it be known that he could take the afternoon off, and he suggested that if she had some free time, they might proceed to amuse each other at an appropriate place.

She agreed, and they went to a motel together.

Charley was really turned-on for her, and this gave her a great deal of satisfaction. In fact, there was almost as much of a thrill to that part of it as there was to the physical contact itself.

He insisted on stripping her-taking off every stitch of her clothing with his own hot hands, which he did before he so much as removed his tie.

Laura's physical arousal increased in direct proportion to the decrease in her clothing and the increasing intimacy of Charley's touch. His big, hairy hands drove her wild as they worked on the erogenous areas of her body.

For instance, as he released her bra hooks and slid his hands to her front, running them up underneath the slack cups and directly onto her tautly upstanding tits, her knees went a little weak, and she shuddered pleasurably.

He worked her boobs like a master, kneading gently but firmly as he looked her right in the eyes. Her small nipples rose to substantial thickness and thrust They burrowed into his caressing palms.

Still, he hadn't seen her breasts, as her bra was hanging on top of his massaging hands.

"Your knockers are tight as a high school girl's," he told her with a wide-lipped smile.

She was pleased, of course, but she asked him, "How many high school girls' bras have you gotten into lately?"

"None lately. But I remember how it was. Most women in the middle twenties have tits that sag, at least a little. That isn't necessarily bad," he said, still rubbing them between his fingers and rotating them gently on her chest, "but it's nice to get hold of a pair of tight jobs every now and again."

"It's because they're small," Laura said, still looking deeply into his warm, sensual eyes.

"Not altogether. My wife has small ones, but they're kind of mushy."

"Is she about my age?"

"I'd say so. She's twenty-five."

This pleased Laura also, because he had underestimated her age by three years, assuming, of course, that he was being frank. And he seemed like the frank type.

"Don't you want to see them?" Laura asked.

"Sure! Take the bra away."

Laura drew it away from his manipulating hands, which were making her hot now. The breasts he was kneading were vibrantly athrob, and her loins were starting to simmer.

He looked down appreciatively at the stiff red nipples which stuck out and slightly upward within die circles formed by his curled thumbs and index fingers.

"Mmmmmm," he said. "Just right for sucking."

With that, he bent forward and served a straining, passion-gorged nipple to his hungry lips. He drew it in moistly, using his lips and tongue, and went to work on it with the same combination of gentleness and firm command he had demonstrated when he began to knead her boobs.

Laura sighed and caressed the back of his head as he suckled at her tit. He kept his hand around the base of the little boob and used it to wiggle the nipple in his mouth as he tongued it and bit the aureole lightly with his teeth. At the same time, he kept fondling her other knob.

Now his mouth changed titties. The first nipple hopped tautly away, gleaming with the moisture of his saliva, and he wrapped up its twin. His mouth brought great warmth and excitement to it.

Laura was very worked up by this time, and she ran a hand down between them to rub the front of his trousers.

He wasn't even up!

He had been playing with her knockers for several minutes, and now was sucking them, yet his tool wasn't responding.

She rubbed him harder through his pants, but even this had no tangible effect. His penis was good-sized, but it remained soft.

Laura zipped open his fly and snaked her hand into his pants and shorts. She drew out his dong. The damned thing more than filled her hand even when it was relaxed. It had skin over its head, and she pushed the skin back so that she could tease the sensitive knob with her tickling fingertips and rotating palm.

Still nothing happened, except that he groaned as he pulled with slightly greater urgency at her now huge and throbbing nipple.

My God, what's the matter with him? she wondered.

She began to fear he was impotent and had picked her up in the hope that strange stuff might turn him on.

She let his large peter swing free of her grasp and gripped his arms, pushing him back and forcing him to dislodge his moist connection with her breast.

He looked at her inquisitively, a slight smile on his face. He read her disapproving gaze and interpreted it correctly.

"Don't worry," he chuckled, "I'll be hard as an iron bar when I want to be."

"But ... don't you want to be now?"

"No. I'm not ready to stick it in you yet."

"But doesn't a man just automatically get stiff when he's excited? Don't I excite you?"

"Sure you excite me, baby. But I don't let my tool stand up until I'm ready to use it. That way I can use it longer." He smiled. "It's simply a matter of controlling one's physical responses. Most any man could do it if he trained himself, I think."

"I've never heard of it before. All the men I ever went with got hard when they started to play with me. And they seemed to like it that way."

"I know. It's natural for a man to want to work his rocks off in a hurry. It's also natural to eat your food raw and to run around without clothes. But man has learned that certain refinements make life more interesting and pleasurable. This is a refinement I've worked out for myself."

Laura was still skeptical, and her expression showed it. A wicked smile-slowly stole over her face. "I'll bet I can make you hard whenever I really want to, whether you want to get hard or not."

"Oh? And just how do you propose to accomplish that?"

She said pertly, "By giving you a blow job, of course."

He laughed. "You women! You think every man in the world is wild to stick his pecker in your mouths. I don't care much for fellatio, really. As far as I'm concerned, a long, vigorous screwing is life's most pleasurable activity."

"I agree, but the other makes for stimulating foreplay."

"Okay, try it," he challenged, his eyes twinkling. "I'll stay as soft as I am right now."

She searched his gaze to try to determine whether hs really believed he had such control. His confidence seemed genuine.

"It's a deal," she said finally, "but both of us have to get completely nude first."

"That's fine with me," he replied.

Dropping quickly to one knee, he wrapped his hands around her naked butt and pulled her toward him so that he could lick her lean belly. She couldn't understand how he could remain so calm, at least in his sexual region, while passion raged through her. She felt moisture seeping out of her crack, and she had no doubt that he could smell her need, kneeling right in front of her as he was.

"Just to show you I have nothing against oral sex in either direction...." he said, and left the sentence hanging as he bent to her loins, turning his head to the side a little.

His thumbs opened the lips of her vulva, which she had made as accessible as possible for him by spreading her legs and arching her back.

"You're excited, aren't you?" he said as he gazed at her rosy, flooded cavern.

"What do you think, damn it?" she replied raspingly.

He chuckled in a self-satisifed way, then pressed his mouth to her vaginal lips and ran his tongue into her as far as it would go.

"Jesus!" she cried, and gripped the back of his head.

His sizzling tongue stroked in and out of her and swabbed all around. He ran it up to her clit and massaged that into extremely rigid, almost maddening, arousal. Then he clamped his lips more firmly onto her and sucked as he kept tonguing.

It was wonderful technique, and in addition to stimulating her a great deal in a physical sense, it dispeled any lingering doubt about his regard for her body. No man treated a woman this way unless he considered her very desirable indeed.

As he administered the cunnilingus, he gripped her hard little buttocks, twisting and turning her and kneading the satiny mounds. His fingertips entered her rear crack and stimulated her that way.

She was about to go up in flames when he straightened his neck and removed his hands from her bottom. She mewed in disappointment, though actually she was glad he hadn't finished her that way. She hadn't been looking down at him while he pleasured her. Her head had been tilted back, and her eyes were tightly closed. Now she looked ... damned if his peter wasn't just as soft as before.

"Charley!" she cried. "You're not human!"

He laughed as he got to his feet and slowly began to remove his clothes.

He had a magnificent body in every respect. She complimented him on it and inquired how he kept it in such excellent condition. He told her he worked out every day and had been a football player during his college days. "I didn't go the pro route, though," he added. "Those guys run too much risk of getting seriously hurt."

"Softy!" she accused, and the twinkle in her eyes told him she meant it two ways.

"You'll call me 'Stud' before we're through," he said confidently.

"I hope so."

Nude, he lay down on the bed, and Laura sat on its edge. She bent over him in such a way that he could watch what she was doing.

First she massaged his balls.

She got her soft, slim hand deep down in his hairy crotch and rubbed the sac which contained his testicles. It was as soft as his cock ... and also large. She gently rubbed the sac all over, gazing at his penis as she did so. Charley was watching her, but his organ didn't stiffen.

She pinched the soft peter between thumb and finger and shoved back the foreskin again. The head of his penis was well-formed and pleasingly pink. It was scrupulously clean.

Laura bent and puckered her lips. She kissed the slitted opening at the tip of his organ. It didn't stir.

She protruded her tongue and licked the head all over.

"Mmmmmm," Charley said, but his tool didn't change in the least.

Angered and all the more determined to prove what she could do to his mind-over-matter contention, Laura opened her mouth wide and gobbled up as much of his soft but large peter as she could hold. She worked her lips and tongue and though he still didn't stiffen, she detected the slightly piquant taste of a lubricating secretion.

So he was excited to some extent!

She kept sucking and rolling her tongue about his peckerhead. Still nothing happened. Finally she was forced to let him go and straighten up.

"You're sick!" she said angrily. "There's something really the matter with you."

"Oh, is there?" His eyes twinkled. "Lie down beside me.

She looked at him for a moment, then climbed across his recumbent form and complied.

"On your back," he directed as he sat up.

She drew her knees up and parted them. He gazed at her open cunt.

"Beautiful," he murmured, then sprang to a crouching position between her knees.

He bent and quickly pulled at a nipple as two of his fingers entered her sopping chasm. He teased her expertly in there and kissed her other tit.

"Ready?" he asked as he raised his head."

"Damn you, do you have to ask?"

"All right," he grinned. "Now look at my cock."

She twisted slightly so she could see it. Amazingly ... shockingly, even a little frighteningly, it abruptly stiffened out and rose. The transformation took only about four seconds, and it assumed magnificent proportions, the head growing into a huge, red, throbbing thing. The shaft quivered and became bone hard, angling sharply out and upward from his thick bush. She noticed that his scrotum had also tightened up.

"Good God!" Laura exclaimed.

"There you are," he said with a husky little chuckle. "A spike for milday."

"Ooh, yes! And does your lady need it!" She grabbed it and shivered at its thick, tremendous rigidity. "Come on," she pleaded urgently. "Drive it in!"

He positioned himself on wide-spaced elbows and dug his hands underneath her rump. Grasping a smooth tight buttock in each palm, he elevated her slightly.

She could feel her pussy lips quivering. They could hardly wait for his penetration.

Out of her head with lust, she screamed lewdly, "Oh, Jesus, screw me! Screw me! SCREW ME!"

He drove his huge, hard cock deeply into her clasping, wet vagina.

"Ooh, yes!" she yelled. "Jesus Christ!"

He pulled back quickly, nearly slipping out.

"Oooooh," she moaned.

He came powering in again, even harder this time, but she was so wet and open that he couldn't hurt her, and he sank nearly to his balls.

She squealed raucously, clamped her slim legs over his back, and began to move her box every way at once. Charley pumped in and out of her vigorously, sinking just a little deeper each time. She was so wet, their converging organs made a slopping, sucking sound as they pumped.

"Oh, man!" Laura cried. "Do it! Do it! Screw me like hell!"

He did just that for fifteen minutes, non-stop, and she climaxed breathlessly three times before he finally drove very deep and stayed there, jerking and spurting into her womb. She got her fourth climax then-and passed out.

When she awoke a few seconds later, he was lying on his back beside her. She stirred, and he propped himself up on an elbow to smile down at her solicitously.

"Are you all right?" he asked, as if he was sure she was.

"Ooooh ... better than all right. I'm perfect. Lover, you sure socked it to me!"

"You inspired me a great deal. Any complaints about the equipment?"

"God, no! It's the best I've ever seen ... or felt."

So, all in all, it had been a highly rewarding experience for Laura. She had once more proved her power to attract and, yes, "inspire" a very desirable man, and she had gotten herself screwed royally.

Her next few times with Dave and members of their club were a little disappointing. Their rods just didn't measure up, either in size or endurance. That was one of the reasons she was so anxious to recruit Bob Jordan as a member. If what Dave had said was correct, Bob's equipment was something like Charley's, and she wanted to be able to have the use of it regularly. The only practical way to manage that was through club membership for both Bob and Nancy.

So, one way or another, it was going to have to be arranged.