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Further Adventures of Susan Adams Ch. 02

By: SteveLee1146



Other experiences were of a completely different nature and showed a very changed Susan, more changed than she had realized. For example, after the spanking (which, at least, did Don a world of good), the rest of the week went on in its normal fashion with the exception of one event which probably showed these alterations in Susan's behavior as well as anything. Susan and Jean went to the mall, and unlike their past visits, there was no question as to what Susan would wear. She wore the same short skirt she had bought the previous June, but, with merely a suggestion, but no pressure, from Jean, she wore garter belt and hose, but, no panties. When she slowly slid out of the car, her legs were parted and the skirt rode up over her hose tops. Several men standing nearby were treated to a delectable view of her cunt hair and, probably, the slit between her legs. When trying on a blouse, Jean pulled the dressing room curtain open, "accidentally" exposing Susan's bare tits as she tried on a bra. Susan, well aware of the audience of several husbands waiting for their wives, made sure that they got an excellent view of her pink, very erect nipples. After putting her blouse back on, Susan, still pretending to be unaware of male eyes on her, raised her skirt to her waist to pull the blouse tails down, revealing her naked cunt. Walking out of the dressing room, she was so aroused by her exposure that she actually felt moisture from her cunt seeping out and down her thighs. 

The coup de grace, however, came in the shoe store. There, she let her skirt raise up the expose her supporter straps as the clerk removed her shoe. When, as expected, he parted her legs and peeked upwards, she just let her thighs fall open, permitting him unrestricted visual access to her cunt. When he got up to get shoes for her to try on, his erection was prominently displayed through his pants. Susan and Jean snickered, but put on a serious face when he returned. Jean walked around behind him as he sat on the stool and raised Susan's legs and, as she let them spread again, Jean could see all of the cunt hair and, even, a little of the skin above it. This went on for some time, Susan's skirt higher and higher, until, at the end, the display was quite blatant. However, still professing innocence, she continually tugged the skirt down, only to surreptitiously let it work back up again. By that time, the clerk had studied her cunt hair as if for an exam, and his cock was visibly straining at the seams. 

Susan wasn't through, however, and, wearing the shoes she intended to buy, she asked Jean if they seemed too tight to her. Instead of putting her foot on the stool, or sitting down, she raised her leg and placed the foot in the arm of the chair, right above where the clerk was kneeling. Hiking her skirt, again, "accidentally", well above the tops of her hose, Susan exposed her garter straps almost to her crotch. Swinging her knee toward Jean, she opened her thighs completely, exposing the entire triangle of hair and the cunt lips below to the enthralled eyes of the clerk. Jean carefully felt Susan's foot, while looking with fascination at the complete revealing, as she bent down a little, of everything between Susan's legs, even the cunt hole! They discussed the feel of the shoes, seemingly unaware of the complete exposure of Susan's nether "charms." Pretending to check her toes, Susan bent forward and looked down to see exactly how much was showing. She discovered that her skirt was now almost at the bend of her thigh and hip, leaving her raised leg almost completely bare except for the garter straps. As she looked inward, she was startled to be able to see her hairy cunt lips spread open, exposing the pink groove between, a groove which was literally dripping with her vaginal emissions. The hair was soaked and moisture from her cunt had seeped down to the top of her thighs, almost reaching her hose. Susan felt a thrill flash through her as she realized just how blatantly exposed she was, and her cunt began to moisten even more. 

From his position beneath Susan, the clerk was able to see every possible detail of her cunt, and he stared, mesmerized, as the two women discussed the shoes, seemingly unaware of her exposure or his position. Previously, he had looked up her skirt carefully, peeking at first and then frankly looking as Susan spread her legs more and more. This, however, surpassed any cunt view he had ever had, and he seemed almost to be in a trance, totally unaware of the fact that he was simply staring between Susan's open legs at her shameless display. Without thinking, he actually leaned forward until his eyes were no more than a foot from her gaping, wet cunt hole, furtively rubbing his cock through his pants as he did so. To another customer, had there been one, it would have been a fascinating tableau: a woman balanced on one leg, skirt up, the raised knee held far from the other leg, displaying an open, dripping-wet cunt; another woman bent over, peering between the first woman's legs, staring fixedly at the cunt; a man, almost on his knees between the spread legs, literally gaping at the exposed cunt, his hand, hidden as he leaned forward, rubbing vigorously at the front of his pants. All talking had ceased as the three appeared to be almost in stasis, each frozen in place as each was sexually gratified by the situation, no longer concerned about appearances or propriety. The tableaux held for at least a minute, until several things happened at once. 

As Susan stared, fascinated, at her own exposed cunt, she saw several drops of moisture gather on the tendrils of cunt hair. The hair was so wet that the curls had straightened out and it hung straight down, permitting the drops to flow down and hang, precariously, on the tips. Suddenly, gravity took over and they fell to the floor, with others lining up to follow. The sight both embarrassed and excited Susan, sending her into a mini-orgasm, her pelvis surging forward and back, ending with her cunt pushed forward and held as if it were impaled on a cock as she climaxed. Suddenly shocked and filly embarrassed, she dropped her leg and let her skirt fall into place. Jean had been squeezing her thighs together rhythmically for some time and Susan's sudden moves of orgasm sent g over the edge, and she stood, leaning forward, her hand on the chair arm, legs welded together and undulating almost as if she were being screwed. The clerk leaned further and further forward, unconsciously drawing closer to the open cunt before him. He could see inside that cunt as it gaped open and he could even smell the hot, musky odor emanating from it, a cunt smell that is unmistakable. He furiously worked his hand on his cock as he saw the dribbling moisture draining out and, finally, falling from the hair, creating little beads on the carpet. Suddenly, without warning, he came, his cock throbbing and ejaculating cum inside his shorts. 

Actually, all three came at almost the same time, the final impetus being Susan's dripping cunt juice down her leg and on the floor. As Susan put her leg down and dropped her skirt, it caught, momentarily, on the clerk's head, he was that close. He jerked back with an indescribable expression on his face and stood up, not knowing where to look or what to say. Susan was also speechless and had a face as crimson as a red flag. They were saved by Jean, the least involved, who, matter-of- factly said, "I think the fit is fine, honey. I think you should buy them." Later, she had no idea of how she could have been so calm, but the other two took the life preserver offered to them and were able to hurriedly complete the routine business and the two women almost ran from the store. 

The clerk, left behind, went into the restroom to clean himself off, but not before jacking off again as he thought of the unbelievable events of the last half-hour. Later, he discovered that he had charged only $5.00 for a $50.00 pair of shoes, but the error was understandable under the circumstances and he thought, "It was worth it!" 

Meanwhile, the two women rushed back to their car without speaking. As they unlocked the doors and almost fell in, they looked at each other with a mixture of shock and excitement.

"My god, I can't believe I did that! I actually spread my legs and deliberately showed my pussy to that man! I'm so wet I can't believe it! I actually dripped! I'll never be able to go into that shoe store again!" 

"I can't believe it either, honey. You certainly showed him everything you had -- I think he went off! I know did, and it looked as if you did, too." 

"I certainly did go off, and -- I still don't believe this -- I actually dripped on the floor! My legs are soaking wet and it's still coming out! Give me a Kleenex. I'd better dry myself before it soaks through to the car seat. I don't think I have ever been so hot! Gods, what a thing to do -- but it really was exciting!" 

"It certainly was! Here, let me do that. Lay back on the seat and put your legs up and I'll dry you." Then, "Good heavens, you're as wet as if you had been fucked. It's a good reason to wear panties -- but, if you had worn them, you wouldn't be this wet. Heavens, your pussy is wide open. Boy, would Don love to have you now. Wait, I have an idea, slide down further in the seat." 

As instructed, Susan slid down into a reclining position, spreading her legs as she figured out what Jean was going to do. Jean was able to bend down between Susan's legs and, with little difficulty, was able to begin licking up the vaginal emissions that had drenched the cunt hair and cunt lips and run down her legs. Then, she began a through licking and sucking of the cunt, itself, finally bringing Susan to a second, very satisfying orgasm. As the tremors ultimately ended, Jean sat up, wiping her mouth and face, and saying, "Now there was a wet cunt!" Then as she looked at Susan lying back on the seat, skirt at her waist, garter belt and hose framing her naked cunt, she said, "I hope no one looked in the window -- they certainly would have believed that a couple of lesbians were at work here!" 

Susan lurched up, flinging her skirt down and said, "Oh my god, we're in the parking lot! Let's get out of here before we're arrested -- for something! That felt wonderful, honey, thank you. Can you believe that I did that? Gods, did he have a view! I'm getting wet again, let's go home. I'll tell you something, if Don wants to fuck me when we get there, I'm darn sure available!"

Further Adventures of Susan Adams Ch. 03



THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF SUSAN ADAMS 3 (of 7)

As it happened, Don was not there, so they went up to the bedroom to rest and wait. They were still on a "high" from their erotic afternoon, with Jean teasing Susan about her indecent behavior. "I think I'll tell Don about you showing yourself off like that, and I'll bet he'll give you a real spanking for being a bad girl!"

"Yeah, then I'll tell him about you and the UPS man -- I'll bet you won't sit down for a week!" Actually, Don undoubtedly wouldn't care and might even be interested in hearing the details, but the empty threats were fun.

"Well, if I can't squeal on you, I'll spank you myself!" With that, she pulled Susan over and began applying mock swats on to her behind, saying, "I'll teach you to show your pussy off! Bad girl!" The struggle and the brief, mock spanking ended in laughter, but Susan's face soon took on a pensive look that surprised Jean.

"You know, I really have changed. We're kidding around, kidding around like this, but I remember my reaction when Jim playfully spanked me just after we were married. I blew up and I really didn't understand why. When you spanked me the first time, I fought like mad. I was already in a terrible mood and was furious that you would do such a humiliating thing to me -- plus it hurt. Still it was just anger and mortification, nothing more. Since then, you and Don have spanked me many times and I've accepted it as part of our relationship. But, there was one time that everything was different -- that time when you did it at the cabin with John and Cynthia Stuart. You remember?" [Sex and Susan Adams, Part 8]

"Gods, yes! You were a squirming, twisting wildcat. You even tried to bite me!"

"I know. I told you then that seeing Cynthia's silhouette against the water, her hair and her shape looked just like my mother. What really happened was that I had a sudden flash of a horrible memory that I had suppressed for years. No, actually I had remembered the event but had repressed the psychological impact to, I think, avoid mental pain. I told you then that I would tell you about it sometime so you could understand the way I reacted. I think that now would be a good time to do so." 

"Look, Susan, I'll admit that I've been curious about your reactions that day, but you positively don't need to explain or to talk about something so painful."

"Don't be silly! As I said, it's something that happened a long time ago, and I had put it out of my mind until Cynthia triggered it. I've never told anyone about it, even Jim, but maybe talking about it would help. I think you're the only one I could tell. It happened when I was about 15 or so, back home when I was in the tenth grade. It was in the spring, a Wednesday when we only had a half day of school. I was taking biology and I always studied with a neighbor, Charley Simmons, who lived in the same block. We were sitting on the porch, looking at our biology lesson, which, unfortunately, was on human reproduction. Even covering that subject in school had been fought by the church, but it was required by state law. In the book, there was a drawing of the male reproductive organs, and, sort of guiltily, I said that I couldn't understand how such a system worked. I assure you, I was completely innocent, and meant just what I said. I just didn't see how it worked. The drawing just showed a round bag-like thing called 'testicles' and a drooping thing called a 'penis.' Now, I knew that the penis was supposed to go into the woman, but I just couldn't see how a limp-looking thing like that could do it. The text talked about an 'erection,' but I had no idea how that would work or, for that matter, how it would change things." 

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Susan looked at the book, completely confused, and said to Charley, "I just don't understand how that would work. That drawing doesn't tell me anything!" 

Before she could go any further, Charley eagerly blurted out, "Here, I'll show you." With that, he quickly opened his pants and pulled them and his shorts down to his thighs. 

Susan's reaction was to put her hand to her mouth while gasping, "Charley! For heaven's sakes, what are you doing? Put your pants back on -- I can't look at that!" She was absolutely stunned, never even have seen a picture of the male organ, and she certainly knew that she shouldn't see Charley's. 

"Don't be silly, Susan! We're not doing anything! I just want you to see how it works so you can understand the drawing. Come on; pretend it's just a lesson." His approach was a good one, and in the safety of the afternoon, on her own porch, Susan didn't feel threatened. Actually, she never thought of anything but that "it wasn't right," not that there was any sexual context. Therefore, succumbing to his argument, and, admittedly, her own curiosity, she looked.

What she saw was a 15-year old, semi-erect cock, belonging to a boy who wasn't either as innocent in intent as he said or confident enough to already be hard. However, as Susan actually looked at it, his excitement grew and she saw the shaft actually quivering as it started to elongate. Despite her reservations, she was fascinated, and, as it became erect, she had a direct and personal explanation of how it worked. As it stuck up, relatively majestically (he was only 15), she finally understood how it could, in fact, enter a woman. 

Needless to say, Charley's hormones were rampaging, and, pushing the issue, he suggested, hoarsely, that she touch it. Susan whispered, "Oh, I shouldn't," but her hand was already reaching out. She was startled at the heat emanating from it as she tentatively touched it with her fingertip. She lightly ran her finger up and down it, fascinated by the feel of the soft skin and, at his urging, circled it with several fingers, sliding them up and down. Charley was in heaven, a pretty girl playing with his cock, unknowingly masturbating it for him. As his excitement built, he encouraged her to move her hand faster and to watch closely and he would show her how it worked. Intrigued, Susan did as he asked, working her hand vigorously and leaning forward, watching the tip closely to see what would happen. Suddenly, and without warning, it exploded, sending a jet of thick, white material all over Susan's face and down over her hand. Startled, she jerked back, her mouth falling open in surprise, just in time to receive a second discharge. 

Susan jumped away, sputtering, her mouth full of a strange liquid, some of which she spat out, much she was forced to swallow. After gasping and choking, she finally was able to get her breath, beginning to cry as she finally began to realize what had happened. Charley was almost as surprised as she, never having shot off so vigorously before, jerked his pants up, and just sat there, not knowing what to do. Finally, he pulled out a handkerchief and tried to wipe off her face, really afraid of the repercussions as she continued to cry. Finally, Susan blurted, clearly frightened, "Oh, Charley, I swallowed all of that stuff. Will it get me pregnant? What should I do?" 

Immensely relieved, Charley reassured her, "Of course you can't get pregnant that way. The cock has to be in your cunt when it goes off to get you pregnant!" 

That was the first time Susan had heard the words "cock" (in that context) and "cunt," but she quickly grasped the meaning as a wave of relief went through her. "Are you sure? It went into me!" Taking the textbook, Charley finger was able to convince her that conception could only take place in the vagina, not the mouth. With the weight of the world off her shoulders, Susan calmed down and went inside to clean herself off. For Charley, the real relief was that Susan had calmed down and didn't seem to blame him. Actually, he was almost euphoric, a girl has played with his cock, had really "jacked" him off and, in some ways, most exciting of all, had actually swallowed his cum -- not quite sucking him, but close. With that heady success, he began to think of greater things, like any teenage boy, wondering if he could get her to go further! 

After about fifteen minutes, Susan came back out, smiling shyly as she looked at him, embarrassed by the unexpected intimacy. When asked if she was all right, she said she was, but still seemed somewhat hesitant. However, when he asked, "Do you want to go on studying'? If you don't, we can wait until later." 

She replied, quickly, "We'd better do it now. The exam on these new chapters is Friday and that doesn't leave much time." So, taking the textbook, they started again. When she looked at the drawing of the male organs, Susan said, ruefully, "I guess I know how it works now!" T hen, showing her powers of recovery, she giggled a little bit, adding, "You really gave a demonstration -- maybe you should do that again in class!" 

"No way! Once is enough," was the instant reply! That broke the ice, putting both of them at ease, and they returned to work. 

Everything went well, and things were easy between them again, until they started the next chapter, the female reproductive organs. There was a side view drawing, showing the pubic mound, the clitoris, the vaginal lips, the entrance into the vagina and into the anus, with the convoluted passageways inside. Quite a detailed drawing, leaving little to the imagination and nothing to misunderstand. Nonetheless, Charley immediately suggested that he needed to see the real thing. Faced with Susan's shocked refusal, he said that it wasn't fair. He had shown her how the male equipment worked and, as a result, she understood the entire process first hand. It was only right that she let him have the same chance to learn. 

The argument went on for some time, she insisting that it was different, he that it was the same. Nothing is more persistent that a teenage boy trying to get something from a teenage girl, and bit by bit, he succeeded, wearing her down like drops of water on stone. Finally, and very reluctantly, she capitulated, reaching slowly up under her skirt and, not looking at him, pulled her panties down and off. Then, hiding her face with her hands, she drew her legs up, parting them as the skirt slid to her lap. She sat there, wide open, letting him feast his eyes on her virgin cunt. It was the first he had ever seen, and, for several minutes, he simply stared. It was a fully developed cunt, the hair somewhat sparse as compared with what would grow there later, but the blond curls covering the outer-lips provided a frame to better display the pink insides. Susan was peeking out to see his reaction as he reached in to feel her, waiting for the first contact ever on her cunt. At that moment, the greatest disaster of Susan's life occurred. The door opened and her mother came out. 

From the doorway she saw her daughter, her cunt on display, ready to be fondled by a boy. "SUSAN!" she shrieked, what are you doing?" Susan tried to cover herself, but, obviously it was far too late. Charley, without stopping to think, vaulted over the railing into some rose bushes and, covered with bloody scratches, ran off toward home -- where later he would get the thrashing of his life. Susan, however, had nowhere to go. Her mother, livid with fury, grabbed her by the arm and literally dragged her into the house and up the stairs. Flinging her into the bedroom, she snatched up a hairbrush from the dresser, threw Susan down over her knee, pulled up her skirt, and began a vicious spanking of her bare behind.

As her arm came up and whipped down to smack cruelly onto her soft bottom, she began a series of equally cruel cries, "Slut." Smack! "Little bitch." Smack! "I'l1 teach you to let a boy play with you!" Smack! "You want to show your pussy off, huh!" Smack! "Did you let him screw you?" Smack.....! The smooth, pink skin of Susan's hips was crisscrossed with welts from the unmerciful paddling, crimson streaks that promised to be bruises. Her mother's wrath continued unabated, her verbal attacks becoming even more hateful, using language Susan never would have expected to hear, words she wouldn't even recognize. However, Susan never even heard those words, uttered almost incoherently as her mother's rage fed upon itself and her fury mounted. 

All Susan could do was scream in pain as the hairbrush hit, crying, "I didn't do anything" over and over. Smack, smack, smack.....smack, the brutal spanking went on and on, until, after one particularly hard blow, the handle of the hairbrush snapped. 

Further enraged by that, her mother flung the brush away, stood up, dumping Susan onto the floor, and stomped out of the room and down the stairs, muttering, "We'll see what Nora Simpkins will say about this!" 

Susan lay huddled on the floor, crying both in pain and confusion and horribly frightened. In the church to which the family belonged, Deaconess Nora Simpkins was the unofficial, and self-appointed supervisor of the morals of the young people in the congregation. Given free reign by most of the parents, she was feared and loathed by those she had power to punish. Hearing that detested name was enough to send Susan into a new paroxysm of tears, knowing that her troubles were just beginning. Over her own cries, she could hear her mother on the phone downstairs, ranting about her depraved daughter, and while she couldn't hear the words, the tone was enough. 

Within one-half hour, Susan heard the front door open and her mother's voice, still shrill, leading the way upstairs. She looked up fearfully as a different voice snarled, "So, we have a nasty little girl here, huh. Well, we'll soon cure that." Nora Simpkins towered over Susan even when Susan was on her feet. From her position on the floor, she looked like a building looming over her. Nearly six feet tall, 220 pounds, Simpkins terrorized mischievous children with her sheer bulk, but, she loved to scourge more serious offenders with physical punishment. She looked forward with sadist pleasure to the chastisement of a tender young girl who everyone thought of as being good and immune from her ministrations. Actually, she was a sadist who took pleasure in dominating and inflicting pain on others. Today she probably would have been arrested for assault or "risking injury to minors." 

Entering the room with ponderous strides, she reached down and roughly grabbed Susan, throwing her onto the bed. "Take off your skirt," she ordered, "I understand you've already lost your panties." This last was said with a knowing smirk, but in a tone that brooked no argument. When Susan started to protest, anyway, Simpkins hand shot out, seized her by her blouse, and repeated, in even more threatening tones, "Take off your skirt!" Shaking with fear, Susan undid the fastener and pushed the skirt down and off, lying back naked below the waist. Then, the most embarrassing and mortifying thing ever done to Susan took place. 

Pushing her flat on her back on the bed, Simpkins took hold of her ankles and pulled them over her head, her knees almost at her shoulders, separating her legs until it felt as if she were being pulled apart. She lay there, held by her ankles, everything between her legs spread wide open, completely exposed. When instructed to do so, Susan's mother knelt on the bed at Susan's head, taking hold of her ankles and keeping her entire crotch displayed. Simpkins reached in, spread the cunt lips even wider with one hand, and, without warning, worked one of her beefy fingers into Susan's dry vagina, worming it in despite the cries of pain she elicited. Finally, and it seemed, almost reluctantly, she announced, "Well, she's still a virgin. I guess he didn't get into her anyway." 

Susan's mother sighed, "Thank heavens for that anyway! But, she still was showing herself off!"

"Don't worry about that! When I finish, she'll know better." With that, she reached for her favorite instrument, a spring steel, yardstick-like paddle which had a rough leather cover, the end of which was a flat, flexible, silver dollar--sized plate. When the paddle came down and hit, the flexible end would snap down like the tip of a whip, causing excruciating pain. With no further comment or warning, she raised it over her head and brought the paddle down with devastating force on Susan's unprotected cunt. As it descended, there was an audible swishing noise, ending with a sharp "snap," followed instantly with an ear-shattering scream from Susan. With sadistic pleasure, Simpkins raised it again, and the "swish," "snap", "scream" sequence was repeated. To an observer, it would have been clear that the blows were not being struck randomly. In her position, the cunt lips were pulled open and the blows hit first one side and then the other, working upwards toward the top. As the paddle came down and the flexible tip struck, the lips were smashed downward, rebounding as the paddle was pulled back. Inch by inch, the paddle moved upwards, leaving no spot untouched. Finally, it reached the top and she hesitated a moment before bringing it down cruelly, directly on the clit. The pain was unbearable and Susan twisted and struggled, but her efforts were unavailing. Three times the tip struck directly on the clit, and, then, Simpkins began retracing the path backwards, pausing between strokes to maximize the pain. 

Now, however, there was a variation. As the blows landed, Simpkins paused, giving Susan a chance to repent her indecent behavior and promise chastity in the future. At each interlude, Simpkins would demand that she admit her iniquities, calling on her, for example, to, "confess your sins, girl, and be forgiven by God and the church. Tell us what all you've done!" Actually, she loved hearing the details of the immoral behavior of her charges, behavior that gave her reason to apply more punishment. 

Susan would not cooperate, however, demonstrating recalcitrance seemingly foreign to her nature, refusing to break, insisting time and again that, "I didn't do anything! I didn't do anything," a mantra she repeated over and over every time. 

Her unwavering defiance infuriated Simpkins and, muttering under her breath, "stubborn few bitch applied the paddle more viciously, but pausing even longer between strokes to let the pain sink in. 

Delaying between blows gave Susan time to recover and dread the next one, to hope it wouldn't come, only to hear the "swish" start. In some ways, the "swish" was almost as bad as the "snap" -- until the "snap" came. Giving up on her efforts to "save" Susan, Simpkins devoted herself to the sadistic pleasure of seeing her squirm and hearing her scream, no longer even asking for repentance. Working all the way back, the paddle hit on the tender flesh of the perineum, causing pain in a new area, eliciting more cries and moans from her victim. Finally, the end was reached, and, with deadly accuracy, Simpkins brought the paddle down so that the devastating impact of the tip was right between the cheeks, directly on the exposed asshole. Susan's scream of anguish was music to her ears, so, with that same uncanny accuracy, she hit it three more times before moving on. Slowly, swish, snap, "scream," the lips were scourged again as the tool moved upwards, but with a difference. Now, the tip was also permitted to land directly between the lips, sinking into the cunt, actually disappearing several times into the hole, itself. Reaching the clit, again, Simpkins concentrated her attack, hitting it directly four or five times until, unable to take any more, Susan fainted. 

Finally, maternal instincts took over and, stopping the beating, her mother dropped her ankles and Susan's limp body was permitted to fall to the bed. This probably prevented permanent injury. After escorting Nora Simpkins to the door, and receiving condolences for her daughter's unseemly behavior and the hope that the rigorous "correction" would cure her, she came back up and revived Susan with a cold compress. As Susan lay there moaning in agony, her only comment was, "I hope you learned your lesson! Your sisters never did anything like that. What on earth got into you? The church and I have taught you right from wrong! Now, you just lie there and think of what you've done and I'll send Lucy up with some ice." 




Further Adventures of Susan Adams Ch. 03



Shortly afterwards, Susan's sister, Lucy, brought a bag of crushed ice and placed it between Susan's legs, commenting, "Boy, she really did a job on you. You deserved it, though. What a thing to do -- and right on the front porch!" That was the closest thing to sympathy that Susan received as she slowly recovered. 

Susan didn't go to school the next day, nor did she take the exam on Friday. By Thursday morning, after a horrendous night, Susan looked as if she had two large sausages between her legs. Her cunt lips were swollen to twice their normal size, the skin purple and stretched so taut that it looked as if it would burst if touched. She literally could not get her legs together and, when getting up to go to the bathroom, she had to walk spraddle-legged, keeping her thighs wide apart to minimize the pain. The process of elimination, front or back, was sheer agony, both apertures having been the center of numerous "snaps," and were, as a result, virtually swollen shut. Fortunately, the leather covered paddle caused deep bruises, but did not out the flesh, so she was spared open wounds between her legs, at least. Her bottom was badly bruised, also, showing the imprint of the hairbrush in purplish-blue streaks, making even lying on her back uncomfortable. However, in comparison with the soreness in her crotch, that was a minor inconvenience. All she could do all day was lie in bed, holding ice, when available, against all the tender tissues -- and think decidedly unchristian thoughts about Charley, her mother, her sisters and, heading the list, Nora Simpkins. 

The swelling finally was down enough to go to school on Monday, but it was a very painful day. She could hardly sit on her bruised bottom and her cunt lips still caused her to walk funny as she tried to contact. Harshest of all, word of her punishment for some, unspecified, immoral act had spread all over the little school, and, all day, she could see behind-the-hand whispers and knowing looks thrown her way. She kept up a brave front, but her tears flowed freely when she was home in her room. All this because she had innocently (she had been innocent, anyway) exposed her cunt. 

It was almost a full week before the swelling went down and the color began to return to normal. The bruises on her bottom faded about the same time, but the soreness between the cheeks, the tender area around the opening, persisted for some time after that. Longest lasting, however, was the swelling and inflammation around her clit. Eventually, even that subsided, but it was a good three months before she could touch the clit, itself, without wincing. Long after the physical pain was gone, however, the mental torment continued -- the sense of being mistreated, of being misunderstood and mistrusted. Worst of all was the sense of alienation from her mother, sisters and the church. Also, she never studied with Charley again.

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"It was a long time before I could put that trauma behind me, but I finally did. Actually, I think that I had buried that experience so deeply that, as I told you before, when Jim playfully spanked me, I reacted outrageously, but I honestly didn't know why. The same thing was true when you spanked me that first time; I fought so hard just because I was outraged at you doing such a thing to me, not because of what happened years ago -- and, also, the spanking hurt! 

"Oh honey, I wish I'd known." 

"Now, don't be ridiculous. We've been over this before, and I've told you that your spanking was the best thing that has happened to me in years. It got me out of my funk and permitted me to start living normally again. Anyway, I try to look at the bright side, and the memory didn't bother me anymore until the sudden triggering occurred at the cabin with Cynthia Stuart." 

"But, what bright spot came out of that other spanking -- if you could call it that? That woman should have been locked up! I can't think of anything good that could come from a sadistic beating like that!" 

"Actually, several things. It woke me up. Without that, I probably would have stayed there, married a clod like my sisters' husbands and stayed in that church. I recognized afterwards that the "church" was nothing more than a cult, controlling people's lives, telling them exactly how to act, how to think. To be fair, neither my mother or my sisters took pleasure in hurting me, but all three were so programed by their church that there was no middle ground. You either were pure or a sinner, with nothing in between, and I, potentially, at least, was a sinner. They really couldn't help themselves, and without that spanking, I probably would have been brainwashed like them. In any case, I stayed away from boys, wore baggy clothes, kept my legs locked together and concentrated on schoolwork. I got straight A's, won a scholarship and, over the protests of everyone I knew, I went away to college. I got no help from my family -- girls don't need education past high school -- but worked my way through. I never lived at home again, relieved to be in an open society and away from those closed minds. 

The ironic thing is, I really was a good girl, just as I was taught. Until Jim came alone, no one ever had touched me, much less done anything else! Now that I'm properly married, I am more acceptable back home, and, when they find out that I'm pregnant, I'll fit into their picture of a proper wife....particularly if I have two or three more. Fat chance of that! In any case, I learned a lesson, but not the one they tried to teach." 

"Well, honey that is quite a memory and you certainly came out of that experience like a champion. Boy, I'm glad you weren't as stubborn when I spanked you that first time!" 

"You know, that's another thing that they did for me. I had always been a pliable person; doing what everyone thought was right. Afterwards, I became very independent, going to college as an example. I didn't want anybody telling me what I had to do or forcing me to do anything real women's libber. I think that played a part in the way I reacted to Jim spanking me, even in fun. Then, however, you spanked me and something happened. In the first place, I knew that you were right; I had been acting like a real bitch and deserved to be punished. It hurt like the very devil, but, instead of wanting to fight, I wanted to surrender, and I just collapsed and let you spank me. Since then, with both you and Don, I haven't wanted to be independent. In Maine, both of you told me what to wear, made me do things that were embarrassing, things I hated doing, but, underneath, I loved it. I liked you both being bigger and stronger than I, controlling me like I was a little girl, punishing me when I misbehaved. I still don't like being spanked, but I do like surrendering the right to spank me whenever you wish! Shocking! Of, course, even more shocking, I enjoy knowing that you two can use me sexually any way you want! I'm weird! However, I will say that giving up my independence to you two is possible because I know that you will not really mistreat me, even if I act like a slave girl! It's odd, though, Jim would never mistreat me either, but I'd never want to be like that with him. There, I want to be equal, a partner, not a subordinate, and I wouldn't have it any other way." Then, "Oh my heavens, I've got to get home! Jim has been at meeting all day and he has a dinner meeting tonight and he said he'd call me at three o'clock and it's almost that now. I'l1 see you later." 

"Wait, honey, if Jim's going to be out tonight, why don't you come eats with us. Then, maybe Don would like to have two hot women to work on. We need some relief after your performance at the mall!" 

"Wonderful, Jean! I'll come over about 6:00, if that's all right, and we'll see about afterwards. You're right about needing to be cooled off, and I'll be ready if Don is."



Further Adventures of Susan Adams Ch. 04



THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF SUSAN ADAMS 4 (of 7)

Dinner was very pleasant, the first they had together since Maine. After a reasonable time for digestion, Don found himself facing two very seductive women who ushered him to the bedroom where two very hot cunts were finally cooled off. Don never did find out why they were so fired up, but he certainly made the most of the situation. Both women were soundly fucked, the ejaculation taking place deep within Susan as usual, and they all relaxed, lying on the bed, reminiscing about their experiences in Maine. Inevitably, those memories, and the two naked women with him, caused a revival of D0n's cock. Susan began to work on it with her mouth, anticipating sucking it to completion, but Jean interrupted the process, saying to Don, "I have a better idea. We don't have to rush tonight, so why don't you fuck her in the ass? You haven't done that since we came home." As might be expected, Don was all in favor, so Susan ended up with her stomach resting on several pillows, raising her ass to the proper angle. With her legs widespread, her asshole exposed, Don eased his lubricated cock inside and proceeded to a mutually very satisfying ass fucking. Finally withdrawing his now-limp cock from her asshole, Don lay back, sated and through for the evening. Susan fingered and licked Jean to one last orgasm, concluding an exceedingly enjoyable evening.

After dressing, Susan went home to discover that Jim was already there, in bed, reading -- and very tired. There are few things more tiring, or innervating, than spending a day and evening in meetings with self-important, opinionated windbags, a type of character that is always present on university faculties. After a day of listening to useless proposals and self-serving pronouncements, Jim was ready for bed -- and sleep, to Susan's relief. As she undressed, she felt uneasiness, or shyness, in front of Jim for the first time since the early days of their marriage. This was particularly true as he watched her take her panties off. She knew that her cunt and ass looked the same as always, but, somehow, it didn't feel that way. 

Afterwards, lying in bed next to her sleeping husband, she still had peculiar feelings. She'd had sex with him immediately after Don had screwed her, and had felt no moral qualms about having done so, even when Jim had licked her freshly fucked cunt. Nonetheless, she still felt funny, probably, she realized, finally, it was because she had just been ass fucked, something Jim had never done to her. She began speculating why she could do that with Don, but wouldn't think of doing it with her husband. A real puzzle. 

Actually, of course, the question Susan was asking herself was answered frequently by psychologists, sociologists and, for that matter, by the police. When a well-known married man, a pillar of the community, would be arrested for soliciting sex from a female undercover agent or was caught in a prostitution raid, the question invariably would be asked, "Why, with a perfectly lovely wife back home, would he want a prostitute?" If asked, his wife certainly would assure her friends (or lawyer) that she had never refused sex with him. The answer, of course, was that he was interested in a different kind of sex, different practices that he would never suggest to his straight-laced wife. 

There is nothing new in this. In Victorian times, good old "Victorian morality," it was almost assumed that a wealthy man would have a mistress. He would go out in the evening to the club (or whatever), and actually spend several pleasant hours with another woman, leaving his chaste, unsullied wife at home to do womanly things (e.g. embroidery, poetry reading, etc.). His mistress would happily accommodate his aberrant desires, sucking his cock, permitting him to plumb the depths of her ass, or whatever other deviant activity appealed to him. He could then go home, his "unnatural" fantasies satisfied, returning to his virtuous spouse who would be scandalized if he so much as hinted at such perverted activities. In fact, of course, he would never dream of suggesting such things, and would certainly expect her to be outraged if he did so. As a wife and, potentially if not yet, a MOTHER, she was supposed to be too virtuous too countenance such behavior. 

Ironically, quite often, the woman who happily provided the unconventional sex he wanted was the pure and chaste wife of another man! When she lay in bed beside her husband with the semen of a lover deep in the recesses of her cunt and ass (and, perhaps, stomach), his ejaculate might well reside in the same regions of another man's wife. So, as Susan dozed off, her question unanswered, her cunt and ass flooded with Don's cum, she was not too different from millions of other adulterous women throughout history. In any case, as said before, she did, finally, use her mouth to satisfy Jim when she was deep in her pregnancy, surprising him since he thought she was too upright and uptight to do such a thing. However, her ass remained Don's private preserve, primarily because she was too self-conscious to suggest such lewd activity and he never dreamed that she would permit such a depraved act. Too bad. 

The rest of August went smoothly, with no unusual happenings. While reading an account of their lives, it might seem that there was one major sexual experience after another, but, in actuality, most activities were quite mundane. Susan went grocery shopping, cooked, cleaned house, shopped at the mall fully dressed and quite modest, etc. Most evenings were spent quietly reading, watching television with Jim or Jean, or just enjoying an unimportant conversation with either. Such things are mundane, and, while they make up most of people's lives, they don't make edge-of-the-seat reading. Sex, on the other hand, is always titillating, particularly the voyeuristic peeking into the illicit activities of regular, normal people. So, while their day-to-day activities, the minutiae of everyday life, would not interest an outsider (or Literotica reader), there were enough of those illicit interludes to maintain interest. 

Don continued to screw Susan several times a week and she also sucked him occasionally. Her bisexual, relationship with Jean went on as before, so Susan had plenty of extra-marital sexual satisfaction. Jim usually screwed her two, rarely three, times a week, but his pre-school regime kept him busy, so the Friday night session continued to be the main marital sexual focus. As it happened, Don ejaculated so deeply into Susan on those nights that, when Susan returned home to Jim, the exterior of her cunt was not particularly "messy." Plenty still leaked out so that her cunt tasted the way Jim expected it to, but there was no obvious evidence of adultery. 

As August came to a close, things changed somewhat. Susan didn't have to go to school every day, but she found working with Jean to be very companionable and pleasant. Jim's classes started, so, with preparing and giving lectures, grading papers and the omnipresent research requirements, he was very busy. Don finally had cleared up his problems, and his business was running smoothly, just in time to permit him to suggest a quick trip back to Maine. He and Jean usually went up for the weekend in the fall to see the foliage, and, as Jean told Susan, the whole area was beautiful in September. Since Susan wasn't teaching, she was invited to go along, an invitation she accepted with alacrity (after consulting with Jim, of course). They would go up on Friday, spend Saturday there, and return Sunday evening. 

The trip north was even more pleasant than the last time, with Susan making no objection to riding partly undressed. She said goodbye to Jim wearing a modest outfit of a long jacket, blouse and slacks over bra and panties. A few miles down the road, however, she was instructed to strip, and in a few minutes, was completely naked in the back seat. Over her embarrassed protests, she was forced to ride that way for a few miles, after which she was permitted to put the jacket on. However, even so, she still enlivened the day for several drivers who were treated to a quick glimpse of her "charms" as they rode along. This time, unlike the first trip, Susan frankly enjoyed revealing those charms. 

As they rode through the wooded drive to the lake and cabin, Susan was thrilled by the brilliant and beautiful colors in the trees overhead. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the yellow and red leaves created a golden luminescence that suffused the entire forest. Then, as they emerged out of the woods, she exclaimed with delight at the reflection of the trees along the shore, their radiant colors contrasting with the deep blue water of the lake. The cabin standing, under its massive white pine tree, on the dark gray rocks, added to the beauty of the scene, a scene worthy of a great painting. 

As before, Don and Jean were delighted by Susan's undisguised and unfeigned enthusiasm. She got out of the car, wearing only an open jacket that barely covered her hips, and, without hesitation, ran down toward the shore. In Maine, in the fall, the days usually are clear and warm, but the night air quite chilly, making sunbathing still pleasant, but ruling out swimming for all but the most hardy souls. However, the dark rocks in front of the cabin still worked their magic, and, when she checked, Susan was surprised and pleased to find the water quite comfortable in the natural pool. So, after taking things in and quickly unpacking, she shed the jacket and, completely nude, hurried down and dived in. Shortly afterwards, more modestly attired, Jean and Don joined her in washing away the weariness of traveling. 

Refreshed, they got out the boat and made a leisurely tour along the shore, "oohing and ahing" at the beautiful foliage set against the vivid blue of the sky. Then, back to the cabin to settle in and have a quick dinner. To no one's great surprise, as they set on the deck watching the sunset, a boat pulled in at their dock, and Jimmy came hurrying up the path. He was obviously pleased to see all of them, but his eyes were generally focused on Susan. 

After a short conversation during which the sunset ended and sudden darkness fell, Don suggested a night-time swim. Susan, already chilly, was aghast at the idea, but with assurances that it would be warm in the water, agreed to try it. As dark as it was, they agreed that suits were not needed so Jimmy and Don hurried down to the pool, undressed, and walked into the warm water. Shortly afterwards, the women came down, bringing towels and wearing robes against the expected nighttime chill. As they removed their robes, it was too dark to see details, but their nipples and cunt hair stood out against their white bodies as they made their way in. Jimmy had never seen Jean completely naked before, and he enjoyed what he could see in the dim light, but he concentrated more on Susan. Everyone swam vigorously for a while, maintaining body heat, but soon Jimmy had Susan over a sheltered area, feeling everything he could reach. By then, the moon was up and, in its light her body was quite visible through the water -- as was his very hard cock. 

A short time later, Don and Jean discreetly excused themselves, getting out of the way. Very shortly after that, Jimmy's cock was firmly implanted in Susan's cunt, giving positive proof, if it were needed, that fucking can take place standing up in a swimming pool. The position and the relative coolness of the water had the virtue of slowing down the climax of the screwing, but that just made it more explosive when it came, and both had very satisfactory orgasms. By that time, much of the heat had left the water, forcing an end to their sexual activities. As she went in, Susan couldn't help but think how she had changed in such a short time. She remembered, vividly, standing there while Don and Jimmy opened the pool, concerned that Jimmy could see her panties -- now, not only was she was naked with him, but, without hesitation, she let him put his cock into her and fuck her! Astounding! 

Saturday was a delightful day. They took the boat across the lake to town, shopping in the small tourist-type shops, ate lunch at a local inn, and returned by going around the shore, seeing the transformation from a solidly green forest to a multi-colored fantasy land. When they returned, Susan and Don went into the pool again, where Don fucked her on screwing rock in broad daylight. After relaxing awhile, Don went into the cabin while Susan lay on the rocks sunbathing and enjoying looking at the lake's water rippling in the sunlight. Finally, she got up and, still completely nude, walked down to the shore and sat on a rock, looking out at the sailboats in the distance. The feeling of being exposed, naked in public, was very pleasant, far enough from people to feel secure from being seen, yet close enough for it to be possible. 

When she went in, relaxed and happy, she found a surprise waiting for her; plans for an evening that would become one of the most memorable in Susan's life. Jean had called Cynthia Stuart to say hello, and, as a result, the three of them were invited to dinner with John and Cynthia, an invitation that Susan received with mixed feelings, mostly bad. She remembered with dismay the occurrences, particularly the spanking and screwing, when she had seen them last, but, that aside (if she could put it aside), she also remembered that she had liked them. In any case, she had no choice since Jean had accepted immediately and the date was set. That evening, the three of them got in the car for the half-hour trip, it being too cold at night for the boat. Both Jean and Susan dressed up for the occasion, wearing skirts (and, by special dispensation, panties, with hose and garter belts) and dressy blouses. Neither wore bras, a fact made clearly evident by the clinging material. 

To Susan's pleasure and great relief, John and Cynthia were charming and made no reference to their last meeting. Dinner was excellent and, afterwards, they sat around making pleasant and innocuous conversation on a wide variety of subjects. After a while, however, the discussion turned somewhat desultory and it crossed Susan's mind that the evening might end soon. However, at that point, Cynthia said, "Oh, by the way, we have a video dvd to show you if you want to see it." Everyone, including Susan, who suspected nothing, was in favor, so John turned on the TV and put a dvd in the VCR. The dvd began with scenes around the lake, including a view of Don's cabin from the water. 

Suddenly, the camera zoomed in on a figure lying on the rock, clearly a well-built woman, nude to the waist. At that point, Susan's heart dropped and if she could have, she would have run from the room, for she knew who that woman was. Shortly afterwards the dvd showed the woman, now obviously Susan, standing up, revealing that all she was wearing was a pair of very sheer panties which hid absolutely nothing. The camera followed her as she stretched and turned to walk up to the cabin. The sway of her hips through those almost nonexistent panties was extraordinarily sensuous and the camera had followed every inch of the way. 

Susan had known that Cynthia had taken such a picture, but she just had forgotten it until it was shown. She was mortified, but she had a horrible feeling that worse was coming. A new scene appeared, showing the cabin from the water, this time showing two women, Jean and a semi-nude Susan standing on the deck as the Stuarts came for their infamous (for Susan) visit of last July. The scene ended as the Stuart's boat went around, out of sight, to the dock, but few seconds later, her fears were realized, although not quite the way she expected! 

The picture had faded to black as the previous scene had ended, but that blackness was suddenly ended by the appearance of two struggling women, one now completely naked. The scene started abruptly with the smaller woman, the nude, trying to escape, being roughly thrown over the lap of the other. Susan's premonition was, of course, correct -- the movie was a record of her futile attempt to avoid the meeting with John and Cynthia last July. Obviously, Cynthia, seeing the unbelievable scenario being played out before her, had gotten her omnipresent camera operating just after the battle had begun, missing the preliminary struggle but recording the main event. On the screen the battle continued, Susan thrashing up and down, hitting Jean's legs and screaming hysterically. Jean's much greater strength prevailed, however, and, with her left arm holding the squirming Susan firmly, she brought her right hand down with a vicious smack, making a loud cracking noise followed by Susan's enraged cry of pain. 

The two protagonists presented an amazing picture of two very different women: Jean larger and enraged by Susan's seemingly inexplicable actions, and Susan, hysterical and desperately trying to get away. Susan looked much smaller, her nude figure draped over Jean's knees, looking delicate and very vulnerable. Her continuing struggle, arms and legs going in all directions, her head raised up as she demanded to be released, almost belied that impression of helplessness as her anger and fear gave her strength far beyond her normal powers. None the less, she was very vulnerable and, really, defenseless once Jean had her held down. 

The spanking began, Jean's hand raising and falling rapidly, the blows slapping Susan's bare bottom with a steady rhythm, accompanied by continued shrieks of rage and cries of pain. The camera had caught every nuance of the struggle, starting with an overall look at the combatants, and then focusing in of the action. Susan presented an extraordinary picture, a nude woman, struggling mightily and paying absolutely no attention to her appearance or what was being revealed. The lens ran over her entire body, focusing first on her breasts as they hung down, bouncing and jiggling as she endeavored to reach back to protect her rear. Zooming in, they seemed immense, their erect nipples like little, pink stalactites as they swayed in time with the spanking. Obviously some editing had been done to the recording, for the zooming in and focusing on the breasts was repeated in slow motion, revealing a rippling and quivering effect not apparent at regular speed. With each blow on her behind, Susan's breasts surged forward like oil-filled balloons, the tips distended toward the floor. Then the close-up showed a rebound in which each flattened out against her chest, the nipples vibrating like little finger-tips, then flowing back out to their normal shape until the next blow came. A fascinating, and very sexy example of fluid dynamics. 

Normal speed resumed and the camera panned back to the scene of the real action, Susan's ass. There, something of the same reaction was taking place, as revealed by another slow motion interval. The ass cheeks looked like two smooth, round and very soft-looking sand dunes, the surface already reddened by being spanked. As Jean's hand drifted (it appeared) down, it sank into the flesh, creating a wall of displaced flesh around it and sending a quivering wave outward. As the hand withdrew, it momentarily left a white, hand-shaped indentation in which each finger could be seen. The compressed flesh rebounded and, as the blood flowed back in, it turned a deep crimson, leaving the clear outline of Jean's hand. It was fascinating to watch this ebb and flow as the slow motion spanking went on. Finally, the normal speed resumed and the view pulled back to get the entire picture. 

As the spanking session went on, the only sounds in the room was the rhythmic slapping of Jean's hand and the cries and, now, moans of Susan as the pain began to overcome her hysteric need to get away. The audience was engrossed in the drama unfolding before it, a very erotic and stimulating drama. Don and Jean had never seen the movie before, of course, and their eyes never left the screen for a moment. Cynthia and John had watched it many times, but it never failed to captivate them. Most surprising, however, was Susan's reaction. The first hint of what was coming caused her to sink deep into the couch, but, when the spanking display came on, the scene was not what she had feared since she had not been aware that Cynthia had recorded the action. Still, she was mortified, at first, when she realized what everyone was going to see, but, quite quickly, she was as immersed as the others in-the, struggle on the TV screen. 




Further Adventures of Susan Adams Ch. 04



Susan was not a vain woman and, while she obviously had seen herself naked in the mirror and knew she had a good figure, she had never considered herself anything special. She had, until recently, anyhow, dressed and acted modestly, her clothing serving more to conceal her figure rather than to display it. Suddenly she saw herself, completely nude, battling the larger and stronger Jean, and presenting a body that could grace Playboy magazine. As the camera panned from her hips to her breasts, she found herself becoming excited, fascinated by the way the mounds of flesh hung down, quivering and pulsating in rhythm with the steady spanking of her behind. As was not unusual, her mind tried to encompass several things and feelings at once. Seeing herself being soundly spanked should have horrified her, but, instead, she found herself captivated like the others. Actually, she knew it was herself, of course, but, it didn't hurt like a spanking. 

She could concentrate on the scene, itself, almost as if another woman was across Jean's lap, and watch the slow surrender of that woman to the physically stronger spanker as a spectator. It was fascinating to see the gradual wearing down of her resistance, culminating in abject surrender, draped defenseless and vulnerable as the flogging hand continued to fall. She was still horribly embarrassed that the others were seeing her chastisement, but that feeling had quickly faded into the background as she became mesmerized by the action before her. Still, almost as an epiphany, she saw her own body as something very sexy and that realization dominated her thoughts. 

Her tranquil self-appreciation was shattered, however, as the spanking finally came to an end. She was suddenly brought back to earth, and embarrassment, as the view changed as Cynthia had moved closer to the action. There was a sudden very tight close up of Susan's breasts, now still as they hung down, with the nipples turgid and almost red. Then the camera panned over her back to her ass, showing, in detail, the uniformly dark red cheeks, turning a lighter red around the edges and becoming pink where Jean's hand had not reached. Cynthia obviously had moved, for the next view showed the cheeks from near Susan's feet, showing the mounds of her ass from a different and more revealing angle. As she lay quiescent across Jean's knees, her legs were limp, her muscles relaxed in surrender. As a result, the cheeks were parted, permitting the camera to see the asshole and the cunt beneath. Cynthia zoomed in on those two exposed areas, and Susan was mortified to see the TV screen completely filled with, first, her asshole and, then, her cunt. Every detail, each wrinkle and hair, was clearly delineated, leaving absolutely no secrets about the two openings. 

Suddenly, the picture changed again as Jean helped Susan to her feet, Susan then throwing her arms around Jean and saying, "I'm sorry!" It was a gripping moment as they stood there, holding each other, the injured woman apologizing to the one who had just finished punishing her. From the rear, Susan looked like a little girl, a well-formed little girl, who has been disciplined for bad behavior. Her body was a lovely shade of pink except for the solid circle of red on her hips. However, as Jean pulled away and turned Susan around, it was quite obvious that this was not a little girl.

For the first time they were able to see her large breasts in their proper place, standing proudly out from her chest. Below them, a large, dense mass of golden blonde pubic hair hid the entrance to her sexual area, but, as a shield, it was seductive in itself. Susan's face was turned down in embarrassment and humiliation, but Jean ordered her to greet her guests and, as she started to look up, Cynthia put the camera away. With that thoughtful gesture, the TV picture went black. 

With that, there was a collective letting out of breath as people's minds suddenly were back in the room. Don let out a "Wow! That was something! I've never seen anything like that in my life! What a picture! Susan, you looked delightful!" Susan was already too red to blush anymore, and, in any case, she was afraid something worse was coming. 

Her fears were immediately realized as Cynthia said, "Wait, there's more if you want to see it!" 

Susan's cry, "Please! No!" was lost in the otherwise unanimous approval. Cynthia hit the "play" button on the remote and what Susan had feared from the beginning appeared on the TV.

The screen suddenly lit up, showing the still-nude Susan standing facing John who was just getting up from a chaise lounge. Unlike the other movie, this one was silent, having been taken through the window of the house. Obviously, however, John had called Susan over to him, and, when she complied, had begun feeling her. It was almost like a porno movie, watching, as the camera zoomed in, his hands fondling, first, the breasts and, then, sliding down her stomach to run his fingers through her cunt hair and between her legs. That action was very brief as he pulled away and gestured toward the chaise, clearly telling Susan to lie down. 

With no sign of protest or hesitancy, she did just that, stretching out on her back. John opened his pants and removed his erect cock and moved toward her and she compliantly raised and spread her legs. Her face showed no emotion and she said nothing as he lowered himself onto and penetrated her. As she had said to Jean long before, after being spanked the person dominating her could get her to do almost anything. Now, it seemed that she was vulnerable to others, also. It was evident that, at first, she was not really involved in the sex act as she looked fearfully over toward the house, obviously concerned that Cynthia would return.

However, as the screwing began and quickly became more vigorous, her interest picked up, and she began meeting John's fucking motions with undulations of her own, the two of them lost in the passion of the moment. In fact, as the climax approached, she was the more vigorous of the two, raising her hips off the chaise by her feet, humping up and down in an orgasmic frenzy, pouring out the pent-up emotions engendered by the spanking. However, John was extraordinarily aroused by the graphic scene he had watched, and, at the end, he matched her intensity with his own as he ejaculated deep within her cunt. 

They lay there, him on top of her, for a few seconds, recovering themselves, then John pulled out of her, getting to his feet and stuffing his depleted cock back into his pants. Susan had nothing she could hide, so she merely closed her widespread legs and set up, nude as ever. However, in the moment that she lay there with her legs open, Cynthia had been able to zoom in on her freshly fucked cunt, showing the lips still swollen and open, the hole, itself, still dilated and red. The lips were wet and glistening, an erotic sight to finish on as the picture went black. 

Once again, the viewers' first reaction was one of sudden relaxation, as when one finds that they have unknowingly been holding their breath. Even then, when the conversation began, there was none of the normal ribald kidding and lewd comments. There were even no references to John's performance or to his having had Susan while his wife was inside. In fact, no one really seemed to know just what to say except, "Susan is really something!" On that there was unanimous agreement. Susan didn't know what to say or do, and stayed huddled in the chair, hiding her face in embarrassment. 

That led Jean to say, kiddingly, "Come on, honey, look at us. We think you were beautiful and sexy!" Then, "I have an idea! Stand up, Susan." She moved over to Susan's chair and reached down and pulled her to her feet. Susan cooperated reluctantly and stood there, looking down, afraid of meeting anyone's eyes. Then, to her horror, she heard Jean say, "Now, dear, take off your clothes. We've all seen you before, but I now we'd love to see you now after watching that movie!"



Further Adventures of Susan Adams Ch. 05



THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF SUSAN ADAMS 5 (of 7)

Susan couldn't believe what she was hearing. The other three quickly seconded Jean's idea and called for her to undress. In desperation, she gasped out, "Oh, I just couldn't! I'd die! You can't expect me to do that!" The last was said almost with a sob as she contemplated what they wanted. 

Her continued refusal finally led Don to declare, "Come on, Susan, take your clothes off or I'll spank you right now!" That was too much and tears formed in her eyes, but, nonetheless, her trembling hand went reluctantly to the top button of her blouse, unfastened it, and moved down to the next one. 

"Take your skirt off first, honey," Jean instructed, thinking of her braless condition. Obediently, Susan's hand shifted to her side undid the hook and ran the zipper down. For a second she stood there, holding her skirt in position and, then, with resignation, lowered it and stepped out, revealing her panties, garter belt and hose. 

She was an alluring figure as she posed there, the sheer panties doing more to emphasize rather than to conceal her cunt hair. The hose, with the white thighs bare above, made her look more seductive than if her legs had been completely bare. Despite the provocative dress and revelations, the room was silent except for some harsh breathing. As before, there were no vulgar remarks, no "take it off," no bump and grind and no "The Stripper" playing in the background. It was not really a striptease, just a very pretty woman with an excellent figure undressing. Actually, everyone there had seen Susan naked and the dvd had shown her most secret areas in minute detail. All but Cynthia had been sexually intimate with her. Yet, somehow this was different, more exciting, and more sensual, than mere nudity -- she was stripping for them. 

After a few seconds, Susan's hands returned to her blouse and began, again, the unbuttoning. Her fingers moved slowly, reluctant to complete their task, but, inevitably, the last fastener was undone and she was ready to remove her top. Her head was still hanging down, hiding her embarrassment, her shoulders slumped in defeat. As she finally pulled her blouse open and slid it off her shoulders, however, a transformation took place. Suddenly, from somewhere, her pride took over and she straightened up, raised her head and thrust her breasts, her tits, toward her audience. 

They stood out from her chests, like the heads of torpedoes. In the center of each, a very erect pink nipple protruded a focal point that was startling against the white of the breasts, themselves. She stood proudly, letting them look their fill at her tits, knowing that she looked lovely. Then, without further hesitation, she hooked her fingers in the elastic of her brief panties and pushed them down and off. Standing almost completely naked with four pairs of eyes staring at her, Susan just posed, making no effort to hide anything from their scrutiny. 

Their reaction was non-verbal, but painfully clear. Each of the two men had an obvious tent raised in the front of their pants, their erections beyond concealing. The arousal of Cynthia and Jean was more discreet but equally obvious to a close observer. Both had flushed faces and they were shifting in their seats, alternately squeezing and relaxing their thighs. There were four very aroused people in the room, five if you counted Susan. The shock and mortification caused by being forced to watch the dvd and, then, having to strip, had, perversely, stimulated her, as being humiliated and dominated sexually usually did. 

Now, as, for the first time in her life, she displayed her body, actually enjoying her nudity, she felt a wave of sexual excitement flow through her. Unfortunately, however, just as she began to revel in her exhibitionism, on a real high, she was, abruptly, plunged back into a feeling of trepidation as she heard Jean say, "Gods, that was exciting!" Then, "Look!" as she pointed to the conspicuous bulges in the front of the men's pants. "You know, Susan caused those things to grow. I think she should make them shrink again! What do you think?" Needless to say, despite Susan's gasp of dismay, the other three were wildly agreeable. 

Like the air going out of a balloon, Susan's feeling of confidence and self-esteem whooshed out. Suddenly she was back where she was before, timorous and apprehensive, cringing as she waited for whatever Jean had in store for her. She didn't have long to wait, as Jean said, "Come on, Susan, Don's cock needs relief. Why don't you suck it?" 

Susan's face turned white and then crimson as she contemplated what she had to do, but she knew that she had to comply. Moving slowly to stand in front of Don, she lowered herself to her knees and waited. Don quickly ripped his zipper down and dragged his cock out, not an easy job since it was rigid with excitement. Susan had sucked his cock many times, not like this! Seeing the familiar shaft before her, Susan, reconciled to her fate, leaned forward and took it into her mouth. The cock went in and out, Susan's lips tight around it, sucking as it came in, relaxing as it went out. Her face was flushed, her hands trembling, not caused by the sucking itself but by the realization that three other pairs of eyes watching her perform her servile task. Not long ago, she had never even had a cock in her mouth, but now she was sucking with an audience! She felt herself to be debauched, depraved, perverted, doing something that only a hardened prostitute --or, as she thought of it, a slave girl -- would do. That thought, in a way, helped her get through the ordeal of performing publicly: she was a slave girl, a sex slave, carrying out the orders of her mistress. 

For the other three, it was like watching a live porno movie. There was Susan, naked except for her garter belt and hose, obsequiously bobbing her head up and down as she sucked. John already had his cock out, anticipating his turn, as he stared at the carnal act taking place beside him. Jean was watching Susan's sucking of her husband's cock while trying not to stare too openly at John's. Cynthia was busy using her camcorder to record the entire act. When Jean had ordered Susan to strip, she had grabbed her camera (which she conveniently had ready, hoping that something would happen) and was recording everything. 

As might be expected, Don was not able to hold off his ejaculation for long, the combination of so many erotic spectacles and Susan's mouth being just too much. As his climax approached, he held her face with his hands, pumping furiously as he came, filling her mouth with cum. As he relaxed, leaning back and letting her go, Susan kept lightly sucking and licking until the cock became limp, at which point she sat back and awaited Jean's instructions. As she expected, and dreaded, Jean said, "O.K., honey, now it's John's turn." 

It was one thing to suck Jim, she had done it many times, but it was something else to be so intimate with a virtual stranger. True, he had fucked her before, as the dvd certainly showed, but, somehow, using her mouth seemed even more personal. But, she had no choice, and like an obedient slave, she remained on her knees and shuffled over until she was between John's legs. She didn't really want to even see his cock, but, there it was, right before her eyes, only the fourth one she had ever seen. Of course, a few months ago, that number was one (not counting Charley's), and she had never expected to see a second! 

Giving in to the inevitable, she held it in her hand, drew it into her mouth, and began the up and down movement of her head as she sucked. Somehow, however, as she serviced John's cock, she felt herself becoming more aroused. Being forced to do something that was distasteful, particularly, again, with an audience, excited her and, involuntarily, her free hand went down to her clit and she began to play with herself. (Cynthia made sure to capture that action with her camera.) As John began to jerk up and down and, finally, went off, Susan's hips matched his motions as she swallowed her second drink of cum. 

John fell back, sated for the moment, and Susan, happy that the ordeal was over (even if it hid excited her), slumped down against the couch. There was a collective sigh, a feeling of being overwhelmed and not quite knowing what to say or do, as everyone seemed frozen in place. Suddenly, to Susan's horror, Don said, "Wait a minute, Susan took care of John and me, but I think we have two very hot women in this room. I think Susan should satisfy them, too!" 

That suggestion was like a bombshell. Neither Jean nor Cynthia made any effort to deny Don's statement about their arousal, but their reaction was very different. Cynthia was scandalized, saying, "Gods, I've never done anything like that, and I don't intend to! I'm not a lesbian! The men can take care of us. I'm sure Susan couldn't do that to another woman." 

Jean, obviously, had no problem with the lesbian aspect of it, but wasn't sure about pushing, and embarrassing, Susan that much. Also, she wasn't too sure about doing something so far out in front of Cynthia. However, she did have a desire to display herself in front of John. Equivocating, she just said, "I don't know, Don, maybe that is too much. We don't want to go too far!" 

Don made the decision for her, insisting, in a voice brooking no argument, "Don't be silly, Jean! Take off you panties and sit down on the couch!" Faced with an order taking it out of her hands, Jean quit worrying about to effect on others, and, reaching up under her skirt, pulled her panties off. Lifting her skirt to her waist, she lay back on the couch, raised and spread her legs, displaying every detail of her cunt. John, taking the camera from Cynthia, recorded the scene, zooming in on the open cunt, feasting his eyes on it at the same time. Cynthia was shocked at the sudden turn of events, but she found herself fascinated by Jean's cunt, the first she had ever seen except her own. 

The cunt lips were spread open, the inter-lips a deep red, the hole dilated with excitement. The lips and the hair around them were soaked with a copious flow of vaginal fluids, glistening in the light from the camcorder. Even her asshole, flagrantly visible in Jean's exposed position, was filled with a puddle that had quickly seeped downward. Cynthia couldn't take her eyes off of it as Susan, urged on by Don, slowly and reluctantly, knelt between the widespread legs. 

Susan was almost crying, not because of the act, of course -- she had enjoyed making Jean feel good doing that many times -- but because of the circumstances. Having an audience while she performed what a few months ago she would have considered an obscene act, cocksucking, was bad enough! But to have people see her engage in lesbian sex was mortifying beyond anything she could conceive of. Nonetheless, faced with the inevitable, she leaned forward, put out her tongue, and began licking. 

John and Cynthia had never seen anything like this before, and, as Susan began running her tongue over and between the cunt lips and teasing Jean by lightly flicking her clit, they frankly gaped, mouths literally hanging open. John kept the camcorder focused closely, catching every nuance of movement for later appreciation as the action, got hotter and hotter. Susan licked all the way back to Jean's ass and back to the clit, time and again, before concentrating on licking and sucking the clit, itself. At the same time, she brought her hand up and began to finger-fuck both the cunt and ass holes. 

Jean was extraordinarily aroused to begin with and this additional stimulation caused her to begin flexing her torso up and down, pushing toward Susan's licking tongue and probing finger. She began to moan and whimper as she approached orgasm, completely lost in the pleasure of the moment, no longer even aware of the lewd picture she was presenting. Finally, the point was reached, and she exploded against Susan's mouth, holding herself rigid as Susan pushed against her and sucked hard on her clit. Jean collapsed, legs flopping open, all energy spent, as her climax subsided. She came back to herself quickly and, seeing John holding the camera focused on her distended cunt, looked him in the eye and spread her legs even wider apart, almost an invitation. 

At that point, Don interjected, "O.K., now it's Cynthia's turn! Come on, Cynthia, there's nothing wrong with it, look at Jean. She liked it." 

John chimed in, "Yes, Cynthia, you know you want to....why not'? Susan's done each of us and now it's your turn. Take your pants off and lie down!" 

Cynthia stood there, torn between desire and morality -- some things just are more immoral than others, and lesbianism was something she always had abjured. Still, the temptation was there. She was unbelievably aroused by all the sex sights and acts she had watched, most of all, she admitted to herself, by seeing Jean's cunt spread open with Susan's tongue working on it. Finally, she succumbed and, undoing her slacks, she slid them off and, before she could lose her nerve, pushed her panties off, standing there naked below the waist. All eyes focused on the triangle of pubic hair as she fell back on the couch. At that point, she did lose her nerve and, covering her face with her hands, cried, "Oh, I just can't! I just can't!" 

Without hesitation, John handed the camcorder to Don and, before she could protest, reached down to his wife's ankles, pulled her until she was at the edge of the couch, and raised her legs over her head, completely exposing everything between them. Her cunt was fuller and fleshier than Jean's, but the lips were open and ready as Jean's had been. Susan, once again bowing to the inevitable, knelt before her and stared at what was only the second cunt she had ever seen. Cynthia's ass was plumper, but the position spread it open, exposing, as with Jean, her puckered asshole, slippery with the emissions flowing profusely from her cunt. Oddly enough, Susan had fewer reservations about servicing (as she thought of it) Cynthia than she had with John, probably because Cynthia seemed afraid of it, almost as reluctant as she was herself. 

Forcing herself not to hesitate, she began lightly licking, first, the cunt lips and, then, up the groove between them, absorbing the vaginal fluid collected there. As Cynthia, despite herself, began to flex her pelvis up and down, Susan ran her tongue from the asshole to the clit and began the light flicking and sucking that she, herself, enjoyed. At the same time, she inserted her finger deeply into Cynthia's cunt, finger-fucking her in time with the licking. With the finger thoroughly lubricated, she moved it back to the ass and, slowly, inserted it into the hole until it was completely in. 

That seemed to trigger Cynthia's orgasm, for, with Susan licking and sucking her clit and finger-fucking her ass, she surged upwards, crying out incoherently. As her throbbing diminished, Susan still lightly licked her, keeping her finger in until the last tremor subsided. Cynthia collapsed back on the couch, her legs spread wide, her cunt wet and open, as Susan finally pulled away and sat back off of her knees. She had knelt down and sexually serviced all four and, now, she could relax. 

As before, after Susan had finished with the men, there was a period of silence, a time in which no one knew what to say or what they should do next. There was still an air of sexual tension in the room, a feeling of incompleteness, but each waited for the others to suggest something. Cynthia was still lying there with her cunt on display, Jean's panties were still on the floor and, as she sat in the chair, her cunt was clearly visible. Both men sported new "hardons," engendered by the lesbian activities of the women, but neither wanted to make any suggestions involving screwing their own wives or, even better, wife swapping. Susan just leaned back against the couch, still almost naked, not really thinking about anything, the events of the last hour just being too much to contemplate right then. She knew that she would have to come to terms with the exciting humiliation inflicted on her, but, for now, all she wanted was to get dressed and go home. 

Unfortunately, that solace was to be denied her. Suddenly, Jean spoke up, saying, "You know, we've been selfish! Susan has set each of us off, but she hasn't gone off yet. I think she should be permitted to have her own relief." With that, she jumped up from the chair and went over to the fireplace and picked up a sheepskin throw rug off of the floor. Dragging it over in front of the couch, she spread it out and said, "Come on, Susan, lie down here." Susan, long past the point of arguing with any orders given to her, struggled to her feet and, as Jean directed, lay down on the rug with her feet facing the couch. She dreaded what was coming next, being fucked by one or both of the men while their wives watched. Actually, both wives had already seen that, but this certainly would be different, a staged performance right before them. Susan was reconciled somewhat by the realization that all she had to do was lie there and be a willing receptacle. However, she was due for a real shock!



Further Adventures of Susan Adams Ch. 06



Jean, acting as mistress of ceremonies, said, "OK. Everybody sit on the couch." All four sat down, facing Susan, and the others looked to Jean to find out what she had planned. With everyone in place, she heaped the final humiliation on Susan, her words causing Susan to go rigid, her face a mask of desperation and dread. "Susan, you've been wonderful to all of us, giving us tremendous pleasure. Now, I think it's time that you gave yourself that same pleasure by setting yourself off. Show us how an attractive, sexy woman can make herself come." 

As she said this, the other three witnesses leaned forward, suddenly revitalized at the thought of seeing Susan masturbating right in front of them. Cynthia was running the camcorder again, and she zoomed in to focus on Susan's horrified expression as she realized that she was going to have to perform that very private act in front of an audience. She had thought that she had been humiliated, mortified, before, but this was the worst of all. 

By this time, however, her will to protest, even to refuse in the face of the threat to be spanked, was gone and she knew that she would do it. The feeling of shame at doing such a thing was more that she could accept with the almost stoic resignation, even dignity, that she had shown to this point. As she forced herself to move her trembling hand down her body, tears welled out of her eyes, this time running down her cheeks. Nonetheless, she continued, running her fingers through her pubic hair and beginning a light, teasing caressing of her clit. As she started, she had no expectation of feeling any real excitement, and assumed that she would play with herself for a while before faking an orgasm, but almost at once she felt a tingle run through her. 

Her fingers reached further between her legs, and she was startled to find herself to be soaking wet. In actuality, her emotions had been mixed all night. On several occasions she had been aroused enough to use her hand on her clit as she sucked or licked, but never to achieve anything like an orgasm. That might have occurred except that her head interfered with her cunt -- the feeling of humiliation that dominated her thinking excited her, but, at the same time, prevented her from concentrating on her own sexual needs. There was not enough stimulation for her to lose herself, but the sexual urges had built up as she performed, and were now ready to surface. 

She continued to caress her own cunt, becoming less and less conscious of her audience as she felt the electricity beginning to build. Hardly aware that she was doing it, she bent her knees and, spreading her legs, drew her feet up to her hips, permitting complete access to her fingers. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, she began to undulate, humping up and down and slightly rotating her hips as the excitement mounted. She wasn't thinking, just reacting to the long period of sexual arousal that had been dampened by her trepidation and qualms while she served the others. Now, like a pent up volcano, her restrained sexual tension was ready to let go. In fact, the liquid flowing out of her cunt, soaking into the rug, was like a preliminary lava flow anticipating the big event. 

For the two couples watching, the scene was indescribably exciting. None of them had seen a woman masturbate before and they watched with unbelievable intensity, their eyes riveted to the area between Susan's legs. As her legs drew up and spread, they were treated to an almost clinical view of an aroused cunt, its outer-lips open, the inter-lips a deep red, and the hole, itself, dilated and ready for penetration. Lubrication was leaking out, running down the crevice of the cunt lips, puddling in the depression of the asshole, then dripping off onto the rug. They watched the slow up and down motions of Susan's hips as her excitement mounted, the motion becoming more pronounced and rapid, and the hips higher off of the floor. Her fingers became almost a blur as she rubbed her clit harder and harder, actually pulling on her pubic bone to put more pressure on it. 

Her other hand went between her legs and she began finger-fucking herself. She probed her cunt, occasionally pulling out as her fingers slipped all the way down to her asshole and back. Finally, her hips came off the floor and stayed up, her back arched and her pelvis jerking in a motion simulating coitus. As the climax approached, only her feet and shoulder blades were in contact with the rug, her entire body surging up and down as both hand gripped her pubic area, applying even more intense pressure on her clit. Suddenly, with the abruptness of an explosion, she reached orgasm, her back arched at its highest point, her legs splayed open, her hands clutching herself, her hips making short, spastic jerking motions. Then, for a few seconds, she froze in place and, finished; she slumped to the floor, dazed. 

The audience let out a collective deep breath, slumping back themselves, stunned by the erotic act they had just seen. Both men had cocks as stiff as fireplace pokers and probably would have loved to have jumped on Susan as she lay there. Any such thoughts, however, were dissipated as Jean said, "Gods, that was something! Good heavens, I think we'd better stop this for tonight. I'm sure Susan is finished and the rest of us had better relax too." 

Cynthia, startled out of her trance- like staring at Susan's open cunt, quickly agreed and, suddenly realizing that she was still naked below the waist, blushed furiously, dropped her camera on the couch and, crouched over, scuttled out of the room. The others watched her leave, and, seeing her ample bottom bouncing as she ran, broke into uproarious laughter, cutting through the sexual tension still pervading the room. Then, before anything else could happen, Jean added, "I don't think that there's any need for Susan to dress -- she seems to be out anyway. Don, why don't you go out and warm up the car so she won't get cold on the way home and we'll just wrap her in a blanket." Don complied quickly, wanting to get Susan home for another reason, and hurried out of the house. 

Susan lay there, comatose, totally unaware of what was going on around her in the room. Ten minutes or so later, Cynthia returned, somewhat hesitantly, just in time to see Jean stepping into her panties while John sat on the couch, studying Susan's nude body. There was an embarrassed silence as Jean pulled the panties up, seeming quite flustered as she did so. Before anything needed to be said to break that silence, Don came in announcing that the car was warm and ready. He came over to where Susan lay and said, "Boy, she's really out! That took a lot out of her. Do you have a blanket or something we can put around her?" 

Cynthia immediately suggested, "Why don't you just wrap her in the sheepskin rug? It's nice and soft and certainly will keep her warm." Accepting her proposal, Don reached down to fold the rug over Susan, but paused, permitting all of them to have one more look at her. She lay there, legs open, cunt dripping, the very image of a sexually satisfied woman sunk into a deep, almost catatonic, sleep. Then, pulling the edges over her body, he lifted her off the floor and carried her to the car, laying her across the back seat. Cynthia brought Susan's skirt and blouse out and, after a strained but affectionate parting, Don drove home. 

The short ride home was quiet, each lost in their own thoughts and reminiscences, not quite sure of what to say. When the got to the cabin, Don picked Susan up again and carried her in, although she was stirring by then. He put her on her feet in the living room and, still nude, except for her garter belt and hose, she staggered up the stairs, used the bathroom, and collapsed, again, on the bed. Downstairs, Don and Jean had a snack and talked for a time about the unbelievable evening, something they had never dreamed of with Cynthia and John, and speculated about the future with them. Obviously, things wouldn't be quite the same. They both were startled by Cynthia's surprisingly violent reaction to being licked as well as her seeming interest in Susan's body. Don also commented on John's unmistakable interest in Jean, especially the way he had scrutinized her cunt as Susan prepared to lick it. "I also noticed that you kept your legs open toward him afterwards, almost an invitation. Did he say or do anything afterwards?" 

Jean looked startled at the question, not knowing quite how to reply. "I noticed that he really was looking at me, and I'm sure that he got a really good look while Susan was working on Cynthia. My skirt was up to my waist the entire time, and I knew that he could see my cunt. It was fun." She quickly changed the subject, without really answering, by adding, "I noticed that your cock was hard after Susan went off and I'll bet you're thinking of screwing before we go to bed. My cunt is a little sore after all that, but I'll bet you would rather fuck her anyway! She's sleepy, but I'm sure you could still get into her!" 

Taking the bait, Don quickly finished eating and they went upstairs, to find Susan lying on the bed just as they had left her. Jean unfastened and removed her garter belt and pulled off her hose, leaving her completely naked. Don undressed, and, his cock rigid as it had been before, spread her legs and moved between them. She was half asleep, but, almost by reflex, brought her knees up and parted them, giving complete access to her cunt. Don moved forward and entered her, plunging all the way into her well-lubricated depths, and began screwing. For Susan, there was no particular excitement, no real sexual charge, just a pleasant feeling of being used. It was satisfying to just lie there, feeling his cock going in and out, her cunt being a receptacle, performing a service as a real sex slave should. 

Susan woke up the following morning, feeling well rested and very good. She looked up out of the large window at the immense green pine tree and the crystal blue sky peeking through it, thinking, "What a beautiful day!" Suddenly, like an avalanche, memory of last night pushed that thought aside and she let out a moan of despair. She had a graphic image of herself, kneeling down, sucking and licking -- and them, worst of all, lying down playing with herself. Jean, downstairs, had been listening for her to waken and hurried up to see how she was going to react. She found her lying on the bed, hands over her face, saying, "Oh, my god, oh, my god!" Jean hurried to the bed and sat down, taking Susan's hand, saying, "It's all right, honey! Everything's all right. Don't worry!" 

Susan raised up, putting her head against Jean's breast, crying piteously, "Oh, Jean, how did I do those things? Why did you make me? I'm so embarrassed.....how can I ever face any of you again? What must Cynthia and John think of me?" Jean hugged her close, and replied, "Don't be silly, sweetheart, we think you're wonderful. I've already talked to Cynthia and she's embarrassed, but she admitted that she loved every minute of it and she thinks that you are fantastic! You looked beautiful, very sexy, and all four of us loved you as well as what you did!" 

Susan was shocked out of her misery, asking, "Do you really mean that, Jean? I thought I must have looked like a..a whore! Doing all those things, playing with myself in front of everyone!" Then hopefully, "Did...did they really like it?" 

"Of course they did, silly, who wouldn't like a lovely young woman, a lovely young slave girl, perform sexually on them and herself? It was fascinating to watch you! I did feel a little bad about forcing you to do things that I knew would embarrass you, but I was pretty sure you secretly would like it -- particularly thinking about it afterwards. Was I wrong?" 

If it was an avalanche that roared through her mind, crushing her pleasant thoughts, Jean's comments were like a tidal wave washing away her fears and humiliation. Like a light coming on in a dark room, Susan suddenly realized that she did feel good about last night if no one contemned her for what she had done. She had been forced, but she admitted to herself that behind the embarrassment while she was performing, there was a great deal of pleasure. She had actually been being forced to suck the men and lick the women. She had been excited by what she was doing and the fact that she had an audience, and that was why she was able to go off so easily -- her pump had been primed and her cunt was ready to flow! Accepting that she was that much of an exhibitionist was difficult, but the evidence was clear. 

"No, honey, you were not wrong. I did like it, even when I was most embarrassed. Boy, that's hard to admit, but it's true! It's funny; it wasn't so much the sex acts that excited me....it was more the fact that everyone was watching me do them. Isn't that awful? But, you know, I didn't really mind sucking John and, even more surprising, licking and sucking Cynthia! Actually, I did get more excited working on her, probably because I could tell that she had never done it before. Did you know that I had my finger all the way up her ass and she really moved on it? Gods, I still don't believe I did all that. What made you think of making me do all those things?" 

Susan was running from one subject to another, not giving Jean time to answer any of her questions. Finally running down, she just lay back, feeling good about herself and the world again -- the day outside the window regained its luster. In any case, before Jean could catalog the many questions and attempt to answer, Don came in down below asking if they wanted a last boat ride before going home. Jean quickly leaned closer and whispered, "Something else happened, but I'll wait and tell you when we get home." They left it at that, knowing they could go over every detail later, and discuss the "something else" when alone, and prepared for the boat ride. Sex and talk could wait, the boat couldn't. 

There was a great amount of talk, of course, over the next week, cementing in Susan's mind that her sex performance was well received and that none of them thought the less of her for her depraved acts. The way they had cooperated in and encouraged those acts should have convinced her immediately, but, despite her seemingly debauched behavior, she still was basically the same, innocent woman she had been several months before. As before, her mind and body diverged in these things. Her mental censor was still there, merely muted, as she did the things she would have found totally impossible not long age. 

As for the "something else," Jean dropped a bombshell by confiding, "John screwed me that night!" She went on to give details. "I was really turned on by the whole evening, particularly when John took his cock out for you to suck. Just watching really excited me! Then, when Don suggested that you work on Cynthia and me, I took my panties off, lifted my skirt and sat down with my legs spread right in front of John, looking right at him when I did it. As you licked me, he watched intently, as you might expect, and it really turned me on having him see me worked on and watch me come -- which I certainly did. Then, after you worked on Cynthia and were forced to lie down to play with yourself, I sat beside him on the couch with my skirt up over my cunt and I saw him looking down several times." 

"Wow, you must really have been hot!" 

"You're not kidding! In any case, when you were finished and 'dropped out,' Cynthia suddenly realized that she was still naked below the waist, and she ran for the bedroom. I suggested that we just carry you home in a blanket rather than rousing you and, I'll admit with an ulterior motive, told Don that he should warm the car since it was so cool out. I was standing behind the couch, and as soon as Don left, John got behind me and began feeling my breasts. Very shortly after that, he moved me over to a chair, bent me over, jerked up my skirt and pushed his cock into me! Boy, did it go in easily! 

"In any case, he began fucking me like a madman, and I'll admit that I responded like a maniac, myself. I swear, I think I started coming as soon as he entered, and I don't think he was in me for more than three or four minutes before he exploded. He pulled out right away, of course, and I straightened up and let my skirt fall, covering me. Then, just as I got my panties and started to put them on, Cynthia came back in. I don't think she saw anything, but it was sort of embarrassing to have her watch me just after being fucked by her husband! Then, Don came back; we covered you with the rug and took you back to the cabin." 

"Oh, gods, Jean! And I was right there and didn't know anything about it. Just think, John's had both of us....isn't that wild! Does Don know?" 

"No, and that's a problem. When we got back to the cabin and carried you upstairs, Don said that he had seen me showing my cunt, and asked if John had touched me. For some reason, I froze. I just should have said, "Yes, he screwed me while you were warming the car," and told him all about it. I know he wouldn't have been upset because he wouldn't really have been surprised -- it's no secret between us that, for some reason, John always has interested me -- but, as I said, I froze and the words just didn't come out." 

"Oh boy, did you lie to him and say nothing happened? He'd be really furious if he found out. Gods, I don't want to think about it!" 

"No, I just agreed that John had seen my cunt and seemed interested, and then I changed the subject. I saw that his cock was still hard, so I diverted his attention. I said my cunt was too sore -- heavens, I didn't think how that sounded -- and, since you were lying there naked, I suggested that he screw you, which he did." 

"He did? I don't remember a thing! Still, do you think he would accept that, or would he think that you deliberately misled him?" 

"That's exactly what he would think! Fortunately, I don't think that there is any way for him to find out. Cynthia evidently didn't see anything -- and she had no objection to him screwing you, so it probably wouldn't bother her anyway. John certainly won't bring it up, so, I think I'm home free. You know, that's the first time in years that anyone but Don's had me, and, I loved it!" 

"I don't know, dear. I'm glad it happened since you enjoyed it, but I have a feeling that you might be better off confessing to Don that you misled him. He'll really be mad if he thinks you lied to him." 

"I know, and, if I can find the right time, I'll do it. Still, I should be safe." 

The two women spent an inordinate amount of time discussing the entire incident, getting pleasurably aroused by the conversation. Still, it is probable that the entire experience would have receded and become only an exciting memory except that a week later a package arrived from Cynthia. The package contained three items: Susan's panties that had been left behind when Jean gathered up her clothes; a copy of the spanking dvd they had watched; and, finally, a copy of the dvd taken that night. Susan, of course, was embarrassed by having her panties returned -- it was like going to a party and having the hostess finding her intimate apparel under a bed. 

However, Susan was actually looking forward to viewing the spanking dvd they had already seen to see if she looked as good as she remembered. Even the spanking, itself, hadn't really bothered her. She didn't know how she felt about the other dvd -- great embarrassment about what it would show, but real anticipation at the same time. In any case, the decision was out of her hands. They agreed to wait until Friday night to watch it, since they would have several hours, both for viewing and for the sex that was sure to follow. 

On that Friday, the dvd was put in the player and Susan, Jean and Don, all nude, lay on the bed preparing to watch. Susan had considerable trepidations, but, on the whole, looked forward to it. The other two had no such qualms. The action started abruptly as Cynthia started the recording, showing Susan standing in the middle of the room, a stunned look on her face, a look she would have most of the night, just after Don had told her to strip. She hesitated, her embarrassment palpable, as she dreaded what she had to do. Then, of course, she began undressing as recounted before, first her skirt, then her blouse and, finally, her panties, leaving her naked except for her garter belt and hose. 




Further Adventures of Susan Adams Ch. 06



Interesting enough, the movie showed Susan's transformation from reluctantly showing her body to proudly displaying herself. She did present a lovely figure on the screen, and both Jean and Don complimented her fulsomely, really making her feel good. It was fascinating, however, to see her face fall in the picture when Jean ordered her to service the men. In a flash, the narcissistic pleasure vanished, replaced by consternation and humiliation. 

Embarrassed but, even as she watched, Susan still had to admit that she presented a fetching picture as she knelt between Don's legs and took his cock in her mouth. Her thighs, bare above the hose tops, looked pure white, leading the eye to the perfect curve of her hips, framed by her garter belt and hose. Her breasts hung down, swaying forward and back as her head bobbed up and down on the cock. Cynthia had focused in on her face just as Don ejaculated, and all three were enthralled as her cheeks hollowed and her throat worked vigorously as she swallowed the emission. 

Once again, it was fascinating to see the change of expression as she reluctantly moved over to John. Such nuances had not been clear in real life, but, with close-ups on the dvd, they were quite evident. She hesitated, looking at a different cock, obviously loath to go on, but with no option, she engulfed it in her mouth and gave it the same treatment that Don's had received -- with the same ultimate result. Once again, Cynthia had focused primarily on the sucking action, but this time she pulled away for a brief view of Susan's fingers working on her own cunt, showing that she wasn't just performing a duty. (This caused Don and Jean to tease her and Susan to blush furiously as they watched the picture.) After John finished coming, Susan, once again, thought that she was through, only to be stunned into tears as she was instructed to service the women. 

Here, the movie got interesting for a different reason. After feigning reluctance, Jean raised her skirt, removed her panties and sat down, spreading her legs as wide as possible right in front of John, looking straight at him as she did so. To the three viewers lying on the bed, it was crystal clear that she wanted him to see every detail, and, certainly, the camera showed that she succeeded. 

Don said, "Boy, Jean, you really did give him an eyeful!" 

To which Jean replied, "Gods, I didn't know that I was that obvious....that's embarrassing!" Susan didn't say anything, too concerned with her own role in the scenario. 

Actually, Susan secretly was not at all unhappy with what she had seen. Of course, it was easier to lie there quietly and watch herself, somehow separating the movie Susan from herself. As with the spanking dvd, she was startled by how good she looked, how pretty and graceful she appeared. As she stripped, she tried to be objective, but even so, she realized that, as Jean and Don insisted, she really was lovely. Even more, while watching herself, bent over, servilely sucking Don and John, she found herself getting very hot as she thought of herself as a slave girl doing what her master and mistress ordered. 

In any case, when, in the movie, Jean was in position, Susan obediently licked and sucked her cunt: lesbian action that would have been unthinkable not long ago, she now performed before an audience with no discernable hesitation. She licked and fingered Jean to orgasm and, without waiting for instruction, moved toward Cynthia. Again, while the camera remained on Susan, it was quite obvious, when you looked for it, that Jean kept her open, wet cunt exposed rather than covering herself. 

Then, as described before, Cynthia removed her jeans and panties, and, getting cold feet, sat down and covered herself. The picture twisted around as John, who had taken the camera before Susan licked Jean, gave it to Don and reached down and pulled her legs up and open, the camera now showing a much fleshier, hairier cunt than that of either Susan or Jean. Cynthia's reluctance to have lesbian sex may have been real, but the dvd showed a very wet, excited cunt that actually longed for sex of any kind. In any case, when Susan moved in and started licking and sucking, particularly the clit, Cynthia's opposition vanished and she began undulating up and down, reaching for Susan's tongue. 

For some reason, as Susan admitted later, working on Cynthia really aroused her, making her want to have Cynthia really explode as a result of her actions. Thus, when she licked all the way back and Cynthia responded even more vigorously than before, Susan inserted her finger into Cynthia's asshole, finally getting it all the way in, and finger-fucked her. That seemed to be the final impetus, and Cynthia surged up and down in a massive orgasm. 

However, even after going off and slumping back, her hips continued a slow flexing as Susan lightly licked her clit while wiggling her finger way up inside her ass. When Susan finally stopped and slowly withdrew her finger, Cynthia just lay back on the couch, spread wide open, all shyness gone -- at least until she recovered. All this was shown graphically on the dvd, of course, and the three viewers wondered among themselves as to what Cynthia's reaction to watching herself had been. That, of course, was far from the end, as Susan's greatest humiliation followed -- masturbating in front of an audience. As Susan watched herself, she was amazed at how sexy she looked, particularly when she really got into it and forgot, or perhaps, even enjoyed, having an audience. When the Susan on the dvd arched up, resting on her feet and shoulder blades, pelvis jerking in orgasm, the Susan on the bed couldn't believe her eyes, having no memory of such a violent climax. She was actually startled that she even excited herself, and found that, involuntarily, her fingers were working on her cunt as she watched. The other two were not immune to the climax (in another way) of the dvd show, and all three were ready for real action. 

However, the dvd was still running, showing Susan lying flat, seemingly out. Susan commented, "You know, I never was really out. It was more like being in a stupor, for I heard everything that was said. When someone suggested, I think it was Jean, carrying me out to the car, I wanted to say that I could walk, but nothing came out. It was a very funny feeling!" 

The dvd ran on, but the picture suddenly twisted and showed the room turning. This was when Cynthia woke up to the fact that she was naked below the waist and dropped the camera. John quickly picked it up in time to catch a glimpse of Cynthia's ample bottom jiggling as she scooted out of the room. Then, as they discussed taking Susan home, he snapped the camera into its tripod and left it, still recording a wide angle view, showing only her, lying there almost naked. Finally, Jean suggested that Don go get the car warmed up for Susan, and, of course, he went out. 

Lying there on the bed, Jean had a sudden premonition and said, "Well, I guess the shows over, I'll turn the TV off." Before she could move, however, what she had feared, dreaded in fact, occurred. The camera continued to run, recording Susan lying there in an otherwise empty room. Abruptly, there was movement and, in the background, Jean appeared, followed immediately by John, his cock protruding very conspicuously from his trousers. On the bed, there was a gasp from Susan, an "Oh, my god," from Jean, and a very ominous silence from Don. 

In the picture, Jean reached an upholstered chair and, without prompting, bent over, resting on the arm. John reached down and swept her skirt up over her back, leaving her hips virtually naked and, unmistakably ready for screwing. Without any preliminaries, John ran his cock into her and began a powerful fucking, pistoning into her so rapidly that his hips were almost a blur, pounding so hard that she was pushed down toward the seat of the chair. Jean responded with equal vigor, making orgasmic moves almost as soon as he entered. 

The entire fucking sequence couldn't have taken more than a few minutes, both attaining tremendous satisfaction at about the same time. Pausing only a few seconds after coming, John pulled his depleted cock out of her cunt and stuffed it back in his pants and moved out of camera range. It took a little longer for Jean to recover herself and lift herself off of the chair. Standing there for a few more seconds, she finally looked around, walked, shakily, over near where Susan was lying, and picked up her panties. Just as she was putting them on, she looked off camera and, as she had told Susan, saw Cynthia watching her. Guiltily, she pulled her panties up, dropped her skirt and, as calmly as she could, asked for a blanket for Susan. Shortly afterwards Don returned, picked up Susan and they left, leaving the camera running for some time afterwards, showing nothing but an empty room. However, the damage had been done.



Further Adventures of Susan Adams Ch. 07



THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF SUSAN ADAMS 7 

As the picture ended, all three were silent for a few moments, but the air was electric, as if in anticipation of a storm. Suddenly, Jean blurted out, "Please, Don, I can explain!" 

Don's reply, while mild in volume, carried such menace that both women froze for a moment, and, as Jean cowered back against the pillow, Susan hurriedly got off the bed. Don moved over to the edge, and without further comment, swung Jean over his knees. Jean was a fairly heavy, strong woman, but he handled her as if she were a lightweight. "You'll explain, all right, but you're going to learn a lesson first! 

Don's obvious anger and the sudden turn of events left Susan disconcerted and, somehow, muddled – the shift from sexual excitement to a domestic catastrophe left her weak and she collapsed into a chair, her eyes focused of the tableau before her. She had read somewhere that a woman never looked more attractive, and vulnerable, than when draped over someone's knees, ready to be spanked. The comment had made her furious at the time, but, looking at Jean, she had to admit that there was some truth to it. Jean's hips, larger and plumper than Susan's, made a lovely, velvety- looking mound over Don's lap, an impression of softness belied by the play of strong muscles as she clenched her cheeks in anticipation of what was coming. Her breasts, larger but not as firm as Susan's, hung down like cone-shaped, gelatin-filled balloons, the nipples actually reaching past the level of her chin. Even before anything happened, they were swaying back and forth as Jean tried to turn up toward Don to ask for mercy – which wasn't going to be granted. 

It's amazing what can go through a person's mind in a few seconds, for Susan suddenly was astonished to realize that she actually was feeling envious of Jean. She certainly was not envying what was going to happen to that round, pink bottom in the next few minutes, for she knew all too well from personal experience the pain Don's large, hard hand was going to inflict. She realized, in a moment of self-revelation, that what she liked – no, loved – was the feeling she got from having a larger, stronger person easily bend her over their knees where she would lie, exposed and defenseless, as they prepared to punish her. It was the lying there, the complete subjugation, having been overpowered and her fate out of her hands that had that weird appeal. However, she was not a masochist. She hated to be hurt, but she also liked, or loved, the feeling at the end of the spanking, that feeling of having been mastered and no being subservient to a kindly master – or mistress. 

That moment of introspection, or self-revelation (and envy), ended as she saw Don's hand go up to begin the spanking, and she shuddered, realizing the pain that soon would be wreaked on Jean's bottom. For the first time, she was going to see another woman spanked when she was not personally involved. Also for the first time, she got that ambivalent feeling that Jean had when Susan was being spanked – sympathy for her friend but, at the same time, a surge of sexual heat like that generated by a sexy movie. 

Suddenly, without warning, Don brought his hand down with a violent smack, actually almost a clapping noise. The noise resounded throughout the room, blending with a cry of agony from Jean. The merciless blows began in a steady rhythm, interspersed with Don's furious comments: "You lied"....smack...."to me"....smack.... "I asked"....smack...."you if....smack.... "John said or"....smack...."did anything"....smack...."to you, and you"....smack... "deliberately" ....smack.... "let me . . .smack. . . ."think"...smack..."that nothing".... smack...."happened!" "That's". . . .smack . . . . "the same as"....smack...."a lie!"....smack....smack....smack...."I don't care".... smack...."if he fucks"....smack...."you every time"....smack...."you see him"....smack...."but don't"....smack...."lie about it!" 

The wrathful spanking went on and on, Jean's ass cheeks went from a rosy pink to crimson to a deep, fiery red. Her cries of pain, mixed with pleas for mercy and promises never to do it again, fell on deaf ears as Don worked out his rage. This however, was not the jealous fury of a cuckolded husband punishing an unfaithful wife. Don had never felt that he owned Jean's cunt (or any other part of her body), nor did he feel personally diminished or betrayed by her adultery. As she well knew, any sin she committed would be ignored or forgiven as long as she didn't hide it or lie to him. Oddly enough, she felt that the punishment was justified and, as she had said to Susan long ago, the suffering she went through made her feel better afterwards. 

For Susan, watching the spanking was a revelation. When she had seen Jean spanked that one time before, she had been totally stunned by the whole situation, able to see only the misery that Jean was going through. Certainly, on that occasion, she had seen no erotic element, nor had she even considered how Jean looked. Now, however, she found herself enthralled, no longer really upset with the spanking, itself, so different from the sadistic paddling she had received as a teenager. Now, the provocative element was there as she watched Jean's ass rising proudly over Don's knees, to be flattened by the continually spanking hand, and to rebound as it pulled away. 

She also was fascinated by the swaying and jouncing of her breasts, each seeming to almost have a life of its own. She had seen her own breasts reacting to the spanking on the dvd from Maine, but this action was different – and was occurring only a few feet away. The sexual stimulation she had felt while watching the new dvd, drained away by its shocking ending and Don's inevitable reaction, returned, and she felt herself becoming more and more aroused, actually squirming in her seat, as she stared. She decided, despite herself, that watching a pretty woman being spanked is a very sensual experience. 

Inevitably, of course, Don's outrage subsided, his spanking hand slowed, and, after a few last, vigorous "smacks," he stopped and helped Jean to her feet. Contrite and compliant, as always after a spanking, Jean tearfully described her condition, i.e. mentally frozen, when he had asked her about John, and how she had been looking for a time to confess. Her confession and remorse, combined with the erotic effects of the spanking, led to a very exhilarating fucking session with Susan, as usual, receiving the ejaculation deep within her cunt. 

With the trauma and the immediate sexual compulsion over, they were able to discuss the entire episode, how Jean had felt as John screwed her and, of course, how Susan felt about hg sexual ordeal – if that is what it was. Susan, for the first time, was able to rub the soothing cream on Jean's burning ass, as she had on Susan's bottom many times. Needless to say, that led to cunt and ass fondling and fingering, and, as might be expected, a rekindling of the sexual flames in both women. 

Less expected, however, was Don's reaction to the detailed recounting of the feelings of Jean and Susan. He found Susan's story of her mixed emotions to be stimulating, but, by far, most exciting, was Jean's explicit description of John's and her fervent sexual activities, from showing her cunt to the final screwing, ending with her admission that she had really enjoyed being taken by John so vigorously. Don found himself to be unbelievably aroused by Jean having been fucked, and they looked at that piece of dvd several times. 

Finally, Don entered Jean, who was also wildly excited, and pounded her to a monstrous climax. Pulling out on the verge of orgasm himself, Don plunged into Susan. He was so aroused that his cock drove deeply into her cunt and withdrew completely before entering again, bucking against her in such frenzy that his cock wouldn't stay in. Almost immediately, the cock began spewing cum, depositing some inside as he entered, jetting onto the outside of her cunt as he came out, filling her cunt and coating the hair and lips at the same time. Finally he leaned back, exhausted, his cock resting on her clit, still exuding the last remnants of his ejaculation. 

That, of course, was the end of the evening, but it was only the first time that the movies led to a resounding sexual encounter. In fact, all three found the experience extraordinarily exciting, and, in the future, they were able to review both movies at leisure, the viewing of which never failing to create tremendous incentive for even more erotic activities. Actually, of course, that evening was not over for Susan as she went home to her husband – who was waiting eagerly for his own sexual rendezvous. 

Fortunately, she had not had time to reach orgasm with Don, so she was more than ready. She lay back and raised her legs, waiting to be licked, knowing full well that the outside of her cunt, as well as the inside, was covered with fresh cum, a very "messy" cunt, as she thought of it. She had some trepidations, but she was so aroused by everything that had happened that she really wanted Jim to really taste the results of her adultery. Fortunately, Jim liked her "messy," and was even more excited, himself, as he, unknowingly, licked Don's cum off of and out of his wife's cunt. This all led to a final, explosive mutual orgasm, and the end of a very exciting evening, with many more to come. 

That second Maine trip was the end of, probably, the most eventful five or six months in Susan's entire life, both in terms of experiences and behavior changes. Life now returned to a more normal, but busy, pattern. The mundane activities mentioned before, plus working with Jean, filled the hours of Susan's days as she moved further into her pregnancy. Her bodily changes gradually limited her carnal activities, but one way or another, she continued to participate in both marital and extra-marital sex right until the end. There was one difference, however – she could not be spanked! It should be noted, however, that both Jean and Don made a point of keeping detailed records of punishable behavior, and, as Susan was continually warned, retribution, was coming!