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Susan and the Professor Ch. 01

By: SteveLee1146



In late March of the year following her month in Maine, Susan had a seven pound baby boy after an uneventful pregnancy. Named Jim, Jr., he was a "good" baby, meaning that he usually slept through the night and didn't drive his parents crazy. This, of course, was wonderful, and, almost as good, Jean provided a built-in babysitting service, so that the return to a relatively normal life came quickly. While having an infant around somewhat circumscribed sexual intimacy, even that activity returned by fall - although it was difficult at first to get used to having the baby in its crib while either two (Jim and Susan) or three (Susan, Jean and Don) adults had vigorous sex on the bed. However, since Jim, Jr. slept through the activity, even that became routine. What was not routine was the next adventure to be enjoyed by Susan. 

It began in December of that year. Jim's department recruited a lecturer in Elizabethan literature from Oxford, England, to serve a one semester visiting professorship. Robert Bruce Reynolds arrived just after Christmas to acclimate himself to the United States, find an apartment and to meet his new colleagues. As it happened, most members of the department were gone during the vacation, and Jim volunteered to meet him at the airport and take him to his hotel. Without a picture or description, they watched for what they pictured an Oxford don to look like, probably a short, plump and soft individual, carrying a copy of Shakespeare's sonnets in his hand. Well, perhaps their views weren't really that stereotyped, but they certainly were surprised to have a vibrant figure, about 6' 4", weighing, about l5 stone (i.e. 210 lbs), come striding down the ramp. 

Robert ("Bob" would have been completely out of order) was between 55 and 60, erect and military in bearing like the grenadier guard he once had been, and, while he couldn't be called handsome, he was attractive in a rugged way. On first appearance, his face had a stern look that said (correctly) that he had little patience with human foibles and frailties, but, when relaxed, it became jovial and lively. With first impressions being mutually appealing, Jim and Susan were pleased to be his local guides until he got settled. Hearing their description and evaluation of their new friend, Jean invited him to a combination New Year's Eve and wedding anniversary party she and Don had arranged. 

Several other couples attended, and the occasion was very pleasant. Robert and Don hit it off at once, both being physical fitness buffs, with Robert being quite impressed with Don's home gym. Jean also warmed to him quickly, and it was soon apparent that Robert's social life was off to a good start. However, there was one interest of his that also became apparent, one that had a significant role in Susan's next few months. While in the kitchen, Jean commented to Susan that Robert seemed very nice, and, not incidentally, that he seemed extremely interested in Susan's legs. Susan hadn't noticed anything and belittled Jean's remark. Nonetheless, when they were in the kitchen again after most of the others had left, she admitted that, after having it pointed out, it was obvious to her that every time she crossed her legs or got up, Robert's eyes went directly to her knees. She was wearing a quite short, tight skirt with garter belt and hose under it, and had become somewhat self-conscious, fearing that she was showing too much. 

"Have you noticed anything - I've tried to keep my skirt down and my knees together, but maybe I showed something without being aware of it. I certainly don't want to give him the wrong impression." 

"I don't think you showed anything, honey. I just think that he is interested in looking at your legs and, maybe, hoping that you will get careless. You do have pretty legs and an excellent figure." 

"Well, I guess I'll just try to be careful. As I said, I'd hate to give him the wrong impression, particularly since he'll be in the department all next semester. It's one thing to show myself in a mall or someplace like that where I don't know anyone, but it's different in your living room with a man I have just met. He certainly did seem interested, though!" 

"I don't think that you have to be that careful, Susan. He's the one that's looking, and," archly, "I'l1 bet you'd like him to see! Wait! I know how to see how interested he is! Sit in the chair with the hassock and aim your legs may from him. Then, if you put one leg on the floor you'll be open, but he won't be able to see anything unless he deliberately gets up and moves over. If he does hat, he certainly couldn't think that you would be doing anything but being comfortable!" 

"Oh, I don't know...but, maybe I'll try it. I am curious!" 

"Ok, I'll check to see if you're showing, and, if so, I'll wink at you." 

Returning to the living room, Susan did as Jean had suggested. She sat in a large, comfortable chair and put both legs up on the hassock, careful crossing them at the ankles, very demurely. Her feet were aimed at right angles to Robert, so he was seeing her side. After a short time, she uncrossed her legs and, leaving her left leg on the hassock, she placed her right foot on the floor, causing her legs to open as wide as her tight skirt would permit. Jean casually walked around the room, looked at Susan, and could see past her hose tops, directly to her panties. Winking several times, she sat down on Susan's right side, giving Susan a reason to stay as she was as they talked. Almost immediately, Robert got up and casually walked by, heading for the bar, pausing long enough to look directly up Susan's skirt. Susan and Jean were busy talking, ostensibly looking at each other - while obliquely watching Robert. He went on to the bar, refreshed his drink, returning to casually, and innocently, stand directly in line with Susan's open legs. The question of his interest was answered. The Oxford don was interested in something more basic than Elizabethan literature. 

As always, Susan had very mixed feelings about the entire episode. After sitting down and, shortly afterwards, opening her legs, she had felt a funny kind of anticipation, wondering if he would be interested enough to move over where he could see. When, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him actually get up and walk past, looking directly up her skirt as he went by, she felt a real tingle in her cunt but, at the same time, she almost involuntarily clamped her legs together as a surge of modesty, or perhaps shyness, went through her. With Jean's support, she had come to enjoy exposing her "charms" in public - opening her legs when getting out of the car, spreading her thighs in the shoe store, displaying her breasts when she could - but, it was different when she showed her hose tops and panties to someone she knew. The modesty that dominated her in the past almost overcame her, particularly when Robert came back and just stood enjoying her exhibition. However, that urge to conceal was overcome by the delicious sexual tingle flowing upwards from her cunt as she could almost feel his eyes focused on her thin panties - and her legs stayed open. 

The tableau, her sitting and exposed, him standing and gazing, held for several minutes until Susan, feeling uncomfortable and not wanting to seem too oblivious to the exposure of her legs, finally put her other foot onto the floor and got up. The tingle was still there, however, and she managed to be discretely "careless" several more times before the evening ended. The next day, Jean and Susan giggled like schoolgirls as they discussed how this mature, distinguished British scholar was, as said before, interested in much more basic things than Elizabethan literature. However, when Jean suggested that such a robust individual might be interested in something more than just looking, Susan responded, "Oh no you don't! You fixed me up with Billy and the Stuarts, but you're not doing it again! He's a nice person, and it's fun to show off to him, but that's all!" Still, Robert had seemed particularly attracted to Susan rather than to any of the other women at the party, a fact that Jean continued to point out. It did make fascinating conversation and speculation. 

After the first of the year, the next necessity was finding an apartment for Robert, and Jim and Susan served as chauffeurs since he didn't want to drive in traffic until he was used to driving on the wrong (i.e. the right) side of the road. Each time they stopped to look at a "flat" (as he called it), Robert gentlemanly opened the car door for Susan - always with his eyes focused on her legs. At first, Susan kept them together as she swung them out, but, after a while, she hesitantly (for the same reasons as before), began to let them separate. Robert was very attentive, and obviously admiring, and soon her skirt was riding up to her hose tops and her panties were shamelessly displayed. 

At first, again, she was shy and demure, hurriedly getting out and avoiding looking at Robert as she did so. Finally, however, Robert caught her eye and winked, causing her to blush furiously, a blush that removed any last question as to whether she knew what she was showing. After that, she gave up the charade and just enjoyed his unquestioned admiration. That made it better for both of them, of course - she didn't have to pretend that she wasn't showing and he didn't have to pretend that he wasn't looking! Still, nothing was said, there were no significant glances, not even a hint of anything but a pleasant, relatively innocent, sexual byplay between two casual friends. 

Ultimately, a nice furnished apartment was found, Robert leased a car for the semester and learned to drive on the "wrong" side, bringing an end to Susan's brief new experience with exhibitionism. As she admitted to Jean, she missed the little thrill she got from showing her panties, and confessed that she actually had thought of showing her bare cunt, but never quite had the nerve to go through with it! With the semester beginning, bringing classes, lectures, papers, exams, etc., it appeared that any such adventure was indefinitely postponed. As it turned out, however, such was not the case. 

Ironically, it was Jim that opened the door to a more intimate relationship between Susan and Robert. He had been talking with Robert, on the phone, about the new apartment, and Robert complained that most of the appliances operated differently from those in England, and it was going to take forever to figure out how things worked. Jim immediately said that he was due at an freshman orientation session that afternoon and, if she were free, perhaps he could drop Susan off to explain things while he went on to school. Robert, of course, was delighted, and when Jean agreed to take the baby for a couple of hours, the arrangements were made. Fortunately, as it turned out, Susan decided to drive over to the apartment in her own car, rather than have Jim take her there - things might have turned out differently, otherwise. 

As she dressed, Susan's mind was in a muddle. She had never been alone with Robert before, and, while there never had been even a suggestive look or remark from him, she, nonetheless, felt a little apprehensive, perhaps because of Jean's earlier comments. She really didn't think anything would happen, and she honestly didn't think she wanted it to, but she still put on her prettiest bra and panty set, with matching garter belt. As she pulled her hose up and fastened the supporters, she asked herself, "Why am I doing this? It's like I'm going to an assignation! This is ridiculous! I should be wearing pantyhose and slacks to look at appliances!" But, she still continued preparing as if for a date, and, when she came through his door, Robert saw a beautifully dressed woman, wearing a soft, very feminine blouse over a very short skirt, both setting off and displaying her superb figure. 

Susan felt very nervous as she went in, but was quickly reassured, and a little disappointed, as Robert said nothing about her appearance and just led her into the kitchen. Feeling somewhat let down, yet relieved at the same time, she demonstrated the operation of the controls on the various appliances. They actually were quite simple, of course, and Robert admitted that he hadn't, really, tried to work them as yet. Then, he made the first suggestive statement that he had addressed to her. "I'll admit that I started to tell Jim that I was kidding, and that the controls are actually easier than in England, but when he suggested that he send you over, I decided to keep quiet." He was standing behind her as he spoke, and, as he did, he reached around and cupped her breasts and lightly squeezed them. 

So, what Susan had feared and, at the same time, sort of expected and, perhaps, hoped for, had occurred. However, for some reason, which she didn't understand even later, she suddenly was scared and she froze, asking, "Robert, what are you doing? You shouldn't do that - please."

Robert was taken aback, replying, "I'm feeling your breasts, just what I've wanted to do ever since I met you. Come on, Susan, you want it, too!" 

Inexplicably for a woman of her experiences in the last year and one-half, Susan reacted as she would have if accosted by a man before her sexual horizons had been widened. Of course, it was all still relatively new and the situation was completely new. Her every extra-marital sexual activity in the past had its roots in that first spanking by Jean, and most had occurred when events were completely out of her control. The only possible exception was her relationship with Billy, and even there Jean and Don had played very significant roles. In any case, sexual intercourse had been preceded by a considerable amount of "heavy petting" or "making out." 

Now, for the first time, Susan, in effect, was being asked to deliberately enter into sexual intimacy, probably to commit adultery, without being able to blame anyone but herself! In truth, she really wanted to say "yes," but she just couldn't bring herself to do so. Whether it was morality, conscience or merely lack of nerve, the censor that still lurked in her mind simply refused, and she stood there, finally rejecting Robert's overture by pushing his hands away.

Robert was really surprised. When he had first met Susan, he found her to be very attractive, sexually and personally, but he assumed that she was out of bounds, not interested in extra-curricular activities of a carnal type. His belief seemed confirmed by her behavior until the party when he was able to see all the way up her skirt. That could have been an accident, but as she began spreading her legs, obviously letting him see, when leaving the car, he changed his mind. As the displays became more blatant, he assumed that the attraction was mutual. Now, suddenly, she froze up. 

"Come on, Susan, you've been showing me your knickers for the last two weeks! You're surely are not going to back out now!" 

Startled and not understanding, Susan gasped out, "my...my whats?' 

"Your knickers...no, your panties! You've opened your legs and knew you were showing!" 

Susan turned crimson with embarrassment, never having dreamed that her exhibition would be brought up, and feeling guilty about her display. "Oh, Robert, I didn't mean anything by it! You seemed interested in seeing me, and it was fun showing. I didn't mean anything! I can't do anything else - I'm...I'm a married woman." Considering that she had been screwed by three other men, it might seem a bit late to be chaste and virtuous, but, oddly enough, she meant it. It was just too different. She simply could not bring herself to decide, on her own, to be unfaithful. 

Robert's expression turned from one of surprised disappointment to one of real anger as her rebuff sank in. "So, you think you can dangle yourself in front of me to just have fun, huh? You're what we call a "cock teaser," and I'll show you what we do to cock teasers. You don't have to "put out" if you don't want to, but, by damn, you'll pay for pretending that you will!" With that, he dropped his hand down to her waist, picking her up like a sack of flour, her head hanging down in front, her legs kicking in back, and carried her off to the bedroom. Flinging her unceremoniously onto the bed, he sat down on the edge, pulled her across his knees, and delivered a powerful wallop onto her bottom. 

Then, flipping her skirt all the way up, he took her panties by the waistband and literally ripped them down and off. Without hesitation, he brought his hand down again, this time on the pink skin of her bare ass, eliciting a scream of pain. This was not the delicate, soft hand of an effete scholar who had spent his life in a library - instead, it was the hand of an ex-military man who had never lost the physical conditioning of the field. The hand was as hard as Don's, and, if anything, even bigger. As it slapped downwards, it completely covered one entire cheek, sinking inward before rising quickly to punish the other. 

Susan hadn't been spanked in over a year, since September or October of the previous year, in fact. Even then, it had been a relatively mild spanking that Jean had inflicted on her; nothing compared to what Robert began doing to her. She was horrified and mortified, never even having dreamed of something like this happening to her. Jean and Don had been the only ones to abuse her this way, and she had come to almost accept their right to do so, but, no one else and certainly not Robert, a man she hardly knew in a personal way. Thus, disregarding the cause of the punishment being inflicted, Susan reacted with rage, demanding to be freed, that he stop beating her, etc., all intermingled with cries of pain as the hand continued falling. She was pulling and twisting, flailing and kicking, as she tried, futilely, to be freed, causing the blows to be delivered all over her hips and even, a few times, directly on her cunt as her legs spread in her struggle. 

Robert normally was a great admirer of feminine beauty, and the buttocks before him could only be described as near perfect. Unblemished skin, soft and silky to the touch, covered the plump (but not fat), round mounds, mounds that were resilient and springy, perfect for spanking. The crevice between them was tightly clenched as Susan attempted to minimize the force of the blows, an attempt that was as futile as her efforts to get free. The division between the hips extended downwards and merged with the slit of her cunt, the hair-lined lips of which were disclosed as she strained and struggled, her legs spreading widely as she tried to gain purchase to tear away. It was a thoroughly arousing display of "charms" that would delight almost any man, definitely including Robert who considered himself to be a real connoisseur of female sexuality. 

Not this time, however! He hardly even looked at the bountiful treasures revealed to him and, instead, concentrated completely on the task of punishing behavior that he considered to be inexcusable - cock teasing. As he would explain to Susan later, he saw nothing wrong in "flashing," a woman exposing herself in public. In fact, he saw it as a harmless act that pleasured both the one showing and the viewer. It was another thing, however, to deliberately expose herself in a situation where the act would definitely seem like an offer, an indication that the woman was willing if the man were interested - and then humiliating the man by refusing when he takes up the implied invitation! A man of strong convictions, Robert was not going to let such conduct go unanswered! 

As his hand smacked down, actually making a sort of "cracking" sound as it hit, he grunted out words expressing his anger. "So, you think"...smack..."that you"...slap..."can tease me"...crack..."and get away"...slap..."with it!" "Well," crack..."you're wrong!"...smack..."If you"...slap..."play that"...slap..."game"... smack..."you're going to"...smack..."pay for it!"...smack... "If you ever"...crack ..."open your"...slap..."legs toward"...smack... "me again, damn it all,"...crack... . "you'd better mean it!" ...crack, crack, crack. 


Susan and the Professor Ch. 01



With each word, Robert seemed to hit harder, the last three almost flattening Susan's ass cheeks, sending a wave of agony through her, breaking down her final resistance. Her cries of protest turned to moans and wails, to pleas and apologies and to promises. "Please, Robert, stop! Please...oh, it hurts...please:...I'm sorry...I didn't mean anything...I won't do it again!" Then, as the spanking went on, "Oh, please, Robert, stop...I'll do anything you want...you can screw me if you'll stop...please...oh, please. Robert, you can fuck me, I'll let you...please!" However even her offer of her body did no good, and he continued the unmerciful spanking until her ass was a deep crimson, with the mottled flesh showing purplish hand prints that promised to be bruises. As said before, even her cunt had not escaped punishment, and, as she finally gave up completely and just lay limply over his knees, her legs fell open and it received several deliberate direct blows. 

With that, Robert accepted her complete surrender as proof that she had been chastised enough and that a lesson had been learned, and stopped the spanking. Lifting her bodily from his knees, he stood her on her feet and steadied her as she almost collapsed. Susan stood there, still a little dazed from the cruel spanking as well as having her head hung down for so long. As always after such a drubbing, she simply waited, meekly, for her conqueror to do what he (or she) wished. She was ready to submit to any sexual activity that Robert demanded, and, while she didn't actually think it through in her mind, she expected to be stripped and fucked. Robert, however, had other ideas. He had no intention of screwing a woman who was available only because she had been spanked into submission, especially a young married woman who obviously (he thought) had never committed adultery before. 

He looked at her standing there, a pitiful, but beautiful, little woman, standing head lowered, not knowing what to do since he hadn't taken her. Her skirt was down now, and except for what he could see of her tear-streaked face, she looked as young and innocent as she had when she came in - except for the remnants of her panties lying at her feet. Reaching down, he picked them up, put them in her hand and said, "Ok Susan, I hope you learned your lesson. Now go home and don't do anything like that again unless you mean it - someone else might not let you off with a spanking!" With that, he put her purse in her other hand and steered her out of the door.

Suddenly, Susan found herself standing outside the apartment without really understanding what had happened. She always had been taken, one way or another by either Jean or Don after being spanked. Now she had been humiliated and vigorously spanked and then pushed out. She got in the car and started crying again - her bottom hurt, she had been startled by Robert's attempt to have sex with her, and she just didn't understand herself. Why had she frozen like that? She wasn't a cock-teaser, but she had acted like one. How would she face Robert the next time she met him? "Gods," she thought, "he ripped my panties off and spanked me! He saw everything I have down there!" 

With that, she tightened her buttocks and felt the pain flare up again, both in her ass and between her legs where he had hit her cunt. She looked at the ruined panties on the seat beside her and thought of how she had dressed to display herself without really thinking of the consequences. That, she realized in a moment of introspection, was the story - she just hadn't thought. Not only had she teased Robert by suggesting that she was available, she actually had teased herself by speculating on the possibility of showing herself without really thinking that anything would happen. It was like the little tingle of fear she felt when spreading her legs at the shoe store, but knowing that there was no real danger of repercussions. While it had been fun, and a little scary, to think of Robert doing something, she honestly never thought he would. When he did, she just froze! 

Finally, drying her eyes, she drove away, her mind in turmoil, stopping on the way to buy some of the soothing lotion Jean had used on her spanked bottom. She knew that she would not be able to discuss this with her until she had time to sort it out herself. Getting out at the store, she was very aware of her bare cunt, and, with a feeling of defiance, let her legs spread widely. Whether anyone saw anything she didn't know, but she just felt better. Arriving home, she was extremely happy to be alone. She stripped and looked at her hips in the mirror and was appalled at the redness and markings that could only have come from a spanking. A few spots already looked like bruises; the rest was just fiery red. Smoothing the lotion over buttocks, thighs and, even, between her legs, Susan felt the heat and lingering pain recede, and, after dressing, went over to Jean's to get Jim, Jr., acting as if the afternoon had been uneventful. Of course, it had not been uneventful, and she was going to have to do a lot of thinking and worrying - particularly, how was she going to face Robert and what was she going to say to him!



Susan and the Professor Ch. 02



The time of crisis came quickly, for Robert and, of course, Susan and Jim were invited to Jean and Don's that Saturday evening, the weekend before classes started. When dressing for the occasion, Susan deliberately chose a high necked blouse and a somewhat longer, full skirt. Under it she wore her usual garter belt and hose, but her panties were opaque and full-cut. She had no intention of presenting even a hint of suggestive attire. So, dressed conservatively, she went, with trepidation and apprehension, to meet her new bête noire. 

To Susan's relieved delight, the trauma was defused immediately, with Robert acting as if absolutely nothing had happened between them, talking to her as freely as with everyone else. No looks, no veiled references, nothing. He even laughed when Jean commented on her "earth mother" style of dress! Thus, her fears of some kind of confrontation, she knew not what, evaporated completely. It is amazing how the world can get brighter when a perceived threat turns out to be nothing - she actually felt sort of light-headed for a while and light-hearted all evening 

They had an excellent dinner, during which they were having a rambling discussion, including a description of Jean's work and, incidentally, Susan's increasingly important role in the preparation of the articles. After eating, they settled down in the living room, Susan on a floor pillow, leaning back against the couch where Jim and Don sat, Robert sitting across from them in a chair, Jean in another chair nearby. Susan sat with her legs under her, her skirt pulled down and covering her feet - for all the world like an innocent, chaste housewife sitting at her husband's knee. 

Jim and Robert got into a discussion about their courses and the relative importance of the literary figures to be included or omitted, with Susan able to interject some pertinent comments. Robert was quite surprised at her knowledge, having considered her only as the attractive, and sexy, wife of a new colleague, not as someone personally interested in the field of literature. That led to the revelation, to Robert, that she was an English major, only a few credits short of a master's degree, and an experienced teacher, things that just had not come up in previous conversations. He seemed quite impressed. 

As they went on to other subjects, of more general interest, however, Susan withdrew into herself and just sat there listening as the others talked - and thinking. Suddenly, with a quiet "excuse me", she got up and went into the bathroom, looked at herself steadily in the mirror for a minute, and, as with an abrupt decision made, reached up under her skirt and pulled off her panties and stuffed them into her purse. Then, hurriedly before she lost her nerve, she went back out and sat back down on her pillow. This time, however, she drew her knees up to her chin, her feet resting on the floor, skirt modestly wrapped around her. Then, without hesitation or haste, she leaned back, held one knee upright while, at the same time, lowering the other to lie flat on the pillow, completely exposing herself to Robert. 

From his position, nothing was hidden. The two widely separated knees acted like a funnel, pulling his eyes inward, past the dark rings of her hose tops, past the white thighs, along the black supporter straps, to the apex, where an open, blond-haired cunt was brazenly displayed. Absolutely nothing was hidden in that position. Even the hair-lined cunt lips were spread open, giving a tantalizing look at her most erotic area. This was not a "flash." Susan just stayed in that position, displaying herself for Robert's edification, not moving until Jean prepared desert and called them to the table. Even then, Susan waited until Don and Jim left the couch, and, when Robert offered his hand to help her up, she deliberately spread her legs wide and let her skirt rise well above her hose tops, almost to her crotch, as he pulled her up. Utterly shameless - and she loved it! 

Nothing was said by either, but both looked forward to the next step. That step was begun the next morning when Robert talked to Jim on the phone. He had, as he said, been very impressed by Susan's interest in Elizabethan literature and he had a proposal. He didn't know how it would be handled in the United States, but at Oxford he would give a student a tutorial in which the student would read assigned material in the field, he and the student would discuss the readings, and, based on the student's comprehension and ability, assign more reading for the next period. He said he would be quite pleased to offer such a program to Susan and, thereby, let her earn enough credits to finish her degree. 

Jim was very pleased at the offer, saying it would be called an independent study in the U.S., and he would see if Susan thought that she could handle it with the baby and her work with Jean. Needless to say, Susan was delighted with the idea, for academic and, of course, other reasons! However, with a ten or eleven month old baby, her work with Jean, etc., she just didn't know if she could handle it. However, Jean quickly said that her work schedule could be flexible for one semester, and that she would love to have Jim, Jr. when Susan had to be out. Jim, though, was the strongest advocate of following Robert's suggestion. 

A directed-reading course combined with the intense discussions in a British-style tutorial, a one-to-one relationship, would be an education in itself. He finally clinched the matter by saying, "Look, Susan, I have to go to my office for a short time this afternoon to get my class lists and go over my notes for tomorrow. I'll call Robert, and if he's free, I'll drop you off at his place, and you can talk it over with him. If it sounds like too much work, you can just say so - he'll understand and, at least, you'll know the story." So, with her husband's urging, Susan was committed, if not academically, sexually! 

So, a little after two, they arrived at Robert's apartment and, after a brief conversation, Jim left, saying that he would be back in about an hour. Susan stood in front of the picture window overlooking the parking area, watching him head for their car, and, as she expected, she felt Robert's hands come under her arms and, again, cup her breasts. This time, however, rather than pulling away, she put her hands over his and helped him squeeze. A funny feeling went through her as she watched her husband get in the car as another man fondled her - somehow it seemed more unfaithful than her previous, far more serious, indiscretions. At the same time, however, it sent a secret thrill through her, making the simple act of having her tits felt even more exciting. 

As Jim drove off, she pulled away and turned to face Robert, backing up as she did so. She was wearing exactly the same clothes as last time, a frilly white blouse over a short dark skirt, her legs enclosed in dark hose. Without hesitation, her hand went to the blouse, unbuttoning it all the way down and shrugging it off her shoulders. Next, she unzipped her skirt and removed it, standing there in a sheer pink lace bra and a matching garter belt attached to the hose. Looking at him impishly, she said, "I used to have matching panties, but something happened to them." 

With that, she reached back and released the bra, and straightened up, now virtually naked. It was a sight to cause any normal man's cock to spring to attention. Large firm breasts with hardly any sag, crowned by erect nipples, sticking out a full one-half inch, almost dime-size in diameter. Unlike some women with large breasts, the aureole was in proportion, about one and one-half inches around. Below the breasts, the garter belt framed her slightly rounded stomach, the base of which wore a nest of curly, blond pubic hair that glistened in the sunlight from the window. All of this was mounted on a pair of long, shapely legs, looking longer and more naked by the bare white thighs above the dark hose. Delightful! 

Robert stared, mesmerized, at this exquisite beauty, startled at what he beheld. When coming to the United States, he had hoped to find a young woman to serve as an uninvolved, uncomplicated sexual outlet, never dreaming that he would find a happily married woman who was available. If he had thought of such a thing, he still never would have dreamed of someone like this! He had known, of course, that she was very pretty and, as much as he could tell through her clothes, she had a good figure. He had been favored with frequent looks up her skirt, telling him that she had nice legs, but revealing little else. When he had spanked her, he had seen her bare ass as well as her cunt from the rear, but he really hadn't been looking at her in a sexual light at that time. Even last night, while he had been able to see every detail of her cunt from a distance, he still hadn't gotten an overall view. That view amazed him, particularly her breasts. They had seemed large and but bra technology today can turn a drooping pair of boobs into a magnificent set of tits. Seeing her virtually nude, the jutting breasts, the puffy cunt hair, the legs - he could hardly believe his luck! 

Breaking out of his trance, Robert took a step forward and swept her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom - not like a sack of flour this time! He laid her gently on the bed, and quickly removed his clothes, revealing that his cock had responded as would be expected. Climbing onto the bed, he raised her legs, spread them, and put them over his shoulders. Placing his cock at the entrance to her cunt, without foreplay, which was totally unnecessary, he sank its full length into her well-lubricated passageway until he was completely embedded in her. Then, with a slow, unhurried pace, he began the process of fucking her. A man with considerable experience in these matters, Robert did not immediately start driving into her to quickly achieve orgasm. Instead, he began the process of gradual buildup, approaching a peak and then pulling back to prolong the experience. 

Susan, lying under him, was almost flattened, her knees nearly touching her shoulders, her crotch parallel with the bed, opening her completely to his thrusts. Stripping for him, being obviously admired, carried, like a feather, off to bed - all had combined to arouse her nearly to the point of orgasm even before he entered. The slow stroking in and out created a continual buildup that had her grinding her pelvis up. However, every time she approached the point of no return, signaled by her more frantic motions, he slowed his pace, slowing her drive toward climax. She went up and down, each stage higher than the one before, surges of pleasure coursing throughout her body, demanding release. 

Finally, of course, even Robert's self-restraint and control was overcome, and he began more powerful plunges into her, his pubic bone hitting her clit, his crotch battering her cunt lips as he sank in, then withdrew, only to pound in even harder. As he was overwhelmed by the need to finish, his motions became almost spastic, jerking in and out, twisting and driving hard, reaching the point where ejaculation was inevitable. Cum shot into Susan's vagina like a flood, filling the passageway as if from a hose. He welded himself against her cunt lips, surging inward to send the last spurts even more deeply into her. 

As the climax approached Susan was pushed even further into the bed. Robert was holding himself on his arms, so his weight was not on her, but the force of his thrusts was enough to drive her downwards. Her head was even with his neck, her feet over her head, so she was virtually unable to move except for flexing her pelvis up to meet those thrusts as he entered. That, however, combined with the battering of her clit and cunt lips, sent waves of pleasure flooding through her, leaving her with no thoughts, only spontaneous reactions. Finally, as she felt the even more intense pressure as Robert began to cum, her own orgasm finally arrived, and her hips jerked up and down, undulating totally out of control. When he made that final surge, sending a last torrent of cum into her, pressing himself to her, she raised her crotch and ground against him, completely lost in the euphoria of the moment. 

They held there together, gasping for breath, minds blank as they recovered from the sexual high that had overcome them. Then, slowly, Robert raised up, pulling his deflated cock from her cunt, and lay down beside her. They lay there, silent, relaxing companionably after sharing an exhilarating experience. At last, Robert rose up onto one elbow and, looking down at her, said, "That was wonderful! You really are something!" 

Susan smiled up at him shyly, saying, "Thank you. That really was wonderful!" Then, with an impish grin, "See, I'm not a cock teaser! I did put out!" 

Reaching over to fondle her breast, Robert replied, with a very pleased smile, "You surely did, Susan, you surely did!"



Susan and the Professor Ch. 03



They lay there talking for some time, discussing the proposed course for Susan, including the readings required and how the intensive analysis afterwards would work. It was clear to her that it was going to be a lot of work -- she never thought that Robert intended to give her course credits in exchange for fucking her -- but, looking at the first readings, Susan really was interested. So, she committed herself to a semester's work and, although this was not articulated, a semester-length sexual affair. Which part was more attractive was something she wouldn't think about, although the present circumstances were extremely enjoyable. Actually, all of this was new to Susan. Here she was, lying naked on a bed with a naked man who had just had her. While she had been on a bed, nude, with Don many times, and even slept with him in Maine, she'd never had a one-on-one relationship like this. With Don, she was always one of three, even when Jean was not actually present. This was very different! It certainly was not a love affair, just pure (or impure) sex, but there was an inevitable intimacy that she hadn't shared, at least not extra-martially, before. 

Finally, Susan looked at the clock and saying, "I'd better get dressed, Jim will be here soon," got up and went into the bathroom. While combing her hair at the mirror, she suddenly felt moisture on her thighs. Looking down, she saw that cum was seeping -- no, dripping -- out of her cunt and running down her legs into her hose tops. Stunned, she thought, "Gods, I'm soaked! Thank heavens I'm on the pill! I'd really be in trouble!"

A short time later, Jim came in and found Susan waiting, her white, frilly blouse, short, dark chic skirt and her sheer hose making her look like a young, innocent college girl rather than a 26-year old wife and mother who had just spent an adulterous interlude in the bedroom behind her. However, if he had seen through that skirt, he would have been shocked by her pantiless cunt, its lips still puffy from arousal and a sexual battering. He also would have wondered at the white tissue peeking out between those lips, a Kleenex stuffed into the cunt hole to stop the seepage, coming from her flooded vagina that threatened to saturate the neat skirt. But, of course, only Superman has X-ray vision, so Jim remained unsuspecting, and, as they drove home, listened happily as Susan babbled on about how nice Robert had been to her and about her plans to work with (she didn't say under) him twice a week during the semester. It had turned out to be quite a pleasant and eventful weekend! 

Robert, of course, had the same reaction. He always enjoyed visiting lectureships or professorships, fellowships, etc., as a break from his usual routine, and, since he was well known in his field, such positions were usually quite available. New colleagues, new students, new surroundings all contributed to this enjoyment, but one element essential to making the experience really something to savor was female companionship. He was a man of considerable carnal appetites, and he always looked forward to a new relationship. An unattached bachelor with the physical and personal attributes already described, he had little difficulty finding available women. In fact, his major problem, frequently, was politely avoiding women who had designs on him! For example, he avoided equally unattached young women (or, even more, older unmarried women) because no matter how he made it clear that he had no intention of a long-term commitment, marriage was always in the back (or front) of their minds. In addition, he avoided relationships with students -- they usually were hopelessly immature and, if not, there always was the unspoken expectation of quid pro quo, her cunt for a grade. 

For him, the ideal candidate was a relatively happily married faculty wife in her late thirties through her forties. Her husband undoubtedly would be caught up in the "publish or perish" rat race, working for promotion and tenure, doing research and writing, along with teaching, grading, committee meetings, counseling -- all the minutiae of an academic career that contributes to a sixty-hour (or more) work week. The energy and attention he had left over for her would be limited. Her children, if she had them, would be in school or on their own, leaving her free for afternoon dalliance or, perhaps, a nighttime rendezvous. Seduction in these cases, usually her first affair, was almost too easy for an attractive man such as he. For a semester, he would enliven her life, and she his, with no one hurt, and, by the time he was ready to leave, the affair probably had run its course. Perfect! 

Susan was different, however. A young, very attractive wife and mother, busy with her own life, hardly seemed to be a prime candidate for seduction. Her willingness to expose herself gave him the indication that, unexpectedly, she was available, but that signal turned out to be false. The result was the through spanking detailed above, and he wrote her off completely as a potential playmate. Certainly, he assumed, after that treatment, she would have no further temptation to exhibit her charms, much less to "go all the way." Consequently, when she showed her naked cunt that Saturday night, he was astounded and thoroughly aroused. Then, when he finally saw her naked and clearly offering herself, he could hardly believe his luck. And to find that she matched his intensity in bed and, afterwards, showed a genuine interest in Elizabethan literature -- he couldn't believe his luck! It was going to be one of his best semesters.

Thus, both parties looked forward to both the educational and illicit activities of the next fifteen weeks. Susan arranged for Jean to take the baby Monday and Thursday afternoons, for about two hours each. She drove herself to Robert's apartment on Monday, and Jim dropped her off and picked her up on Thursday. It was a heavy workload, handling all of her regular duties as well reading her assignments and preparing for Robert's inquisition. Normally, on Thursday she would arrive at the apartment and they would spend the first half-hour or so in bed. Then, they would dress and spend the rest of the time in two easy chairs in the living room. On Mondays, when she had her own car, they didn't have to worry about Jim coming early, so they varied the schedule, having sex later or just not getting dressed right away. 

However, regardless of these non-academic activities, any illusions that Susan might have had that the tutorial would involve merely a light discussion of the current reading was destroyed the first day. Robert quizzed and prodded her to find the depth of her understanding of the assigned work, criticizing if she missed points, but praising when it was deserved. By the time the discussion was over, she was physically tired and mentally drained. Then, on the basis of what knowledge and insights she had shown, Robert gave her more reading to do! At that point, she was very tired and mentally exhausted at the thought of starting all over again! At the same time, it was exhilarating when she did see something, had a real insight. Educationally, the semester was exceedingly rewarding. 

Needless to say, it was also extremely active sexually. In addition to the two weekly sessions with Robert, she had sex, of one kind or another, at least two or three times a week with Jean and/or Don. Add to this her conjugal activities with Jim, and it would seem like an awful lot of sex. In reality, however, she did not spend an excessive amount of time in either thinking about or participating in sex play. These contacts were not "making love" in the romantic sense. There was no need for long buildups, seductive behavior or "feeling out" the other people to find out their desires. For example, alter putting the baby to bed, Susan regularly walked the few feet across the deck to Jean and Don's, to work with Jean, to talk, or, just no real reason. Jim would be working on papers, lectures, research -- that multitude of tasks a professor has to perform -- leaving her free for a while. Usually one-half hour (to forty-five minutes) before she was ready to go home, she would go to the bedroom with Jean and/or Don and engage in sex, usually vaginal or oral, less often anal, intercourse, and, when finished, she would just go home. It was no longer a really big deal, just pleasant, intimate recreation. 

The same thing was usually true with Jim. Their Friday night sessions were more inclusive and certainly were much more of a romantic relationship, but even there, the activity tended to be vigorous, but not prolonged. So, while sexual contacts were frequent, they did not monopolize her time. However, scheduling was sometimes difficult and, frequently, they overlapped. On at least two Fridays, Susan had sex with all of her consorts, due to having to change the day she met with Robert. She certainly was tired out by the end of those days! Other multiple-partner days also occurred, particularly Robert and Jim several times -- Jim, of course, not being on a regular schedule, frequently was interested in sex on a Monday or Thursday. 

So, things settled into a routine: work with Jean, house work, baby care, reading, literary discussions -- and sex. A well-rounded life style. As might be expected, however, everything did not always run smoothly, adaptions had to be made, and behavior changed. While the relationship between Susan and Robert started well, and, in general, continued that way, there was an early confrontation that, in some ways, set ground rules for the semester. As mentioned, there was little need to be concerned about interruptions (primarily by Jim) on Mondays, so there was a tendency to be more leisurely in getting up and dressing. On the second Monday, this casual informality led to a serious problem for Susan, a problem caused, in part, at least, because of differences between men and women. 

It is always dangerous to generalize too much about the two sexes, but there are psychological differences in their makeup. Women seem able to compartmentalize their actions and act with complete aplomb where men would resonate with guilt. When almost caught in flagrante delicto, women frequently can act with perfect innocence, acting as if nothing had happened, nothing should be suspected. Don't ask why she was coming from the direction of the bedroom -- obviously she was just using the bathroom. Why are her clothes disarranged? These darn buttons just won't stay closed! A woman can suck a lover's cock and kiss her husband "hello," without a moment's hesitation, while the taste is still in her mouth. A man would stammer, act guilty and, even if he really hadn't done anything important, would arouse suspicion. 

On the other hand, men drive women crazy with a different type of compartmentalizing. After intercourse, or some other intimate moment, women want to be close, to continue the intimacy in a non-physical way. Even when it is not a real love relationship, she still would like to have the man show that it meant something -- which she was not just an "easy lay!" However, thirty seconds after ejaculation, men are ready for some other activity, e.g. turn the game on, have a cigarette or a snack, talk about something completely non-related that interests them -- such as Elizabethan literature! 

That, of course, is what caused Susan's problem. Minutes after a vigorous, adulterous fucking, she heard Robert say, "Ok, Susan, what did you get out of that article by Jerome Harris?" She was still feeling warm and fuzzy, satisfied and ready to relax before dressing and starting to work. She certainly wasn't ready for an academic discussion, lying naked in bed, still breathing hard from being screwed. She honestly thought that he was kidding, and replied with a flip remark, expecting a joking reply. 

Instead, he merely repeated the question with more emphasis, "Come on, Susan, you read it, what did you think?" From his tone, she began to realize that he was serious, but, while she certainly didn't need (or want) a romantic interlude, she did expect some indication that having her was not merely an inconsequential prelude to something of greater importance. That stubborn streak that had gotten her in trouble before prompted her to refuse to play, and her reply was more flip than before, a reference to his work that Professor Harris (whoever he was) would not have appreciated. 

Robert did not appreciate it either and he demanded that she pay attention and quit fooling around. If Susan had been facing him rather than lying on her back, looking at the ceiling, she might well have decided that she had better play along and would have answered seriously. His face had taken on an expression such as a sergeant- major would use to devastate a recruit, a menacing look that said, "Shape up or you're in trouble!" However, she didn't look at him, and she made the critical mistake of underestimating Robert's exasperation. 

In social activities, Robert was an extremely pleasant companion, a raconteur with a million stories, and always in good humor. As a lover, he was attentive, thoughtful, always careful that his partner be satisfied. However, when it came to academic matters, he was very serious; not a martinet, but he expected hard work, seriousness and a reverence for the subject. The fact that he was lying in bed, naked with a lovely woman with whom he had just completed sexual intercourse, in no way changed his focus. In truth, he never even thought of the incongruous circumstances, just that he had asked a serious question and received an unacceptable, impudent reply. 

Susan simply didn't know what happened. One second she was lying on her back on the bed, the next she found herself over Robert's knees and, at the same time, received a tremendous 'SMACK' on her bare bottom! She let out a screech of shock and pain, screaming, "Robert, stop that! Let me up!" Her first coherent thought was that he must be kidding, but that illusion was quickly destroyed as his hand began an unrelenting series of stinging slaps that sent tremors throughout her body. "If you"....smack..."are going"....whack...smack..."to act like".... whack..."a child," . . . . smack. . . . slap. . . ."damn it" . . . .whack. . . .whack. . . ."then I'll"... smack... whack..."treat you"....whack..."like a"....whack..."child!" With that statement, he concentrated on a severe spanking. His hand rose and fell, turning her bottom crimson, a condition that was occurring far more often than she would like -- an understatement! She kicked and yelled, but her efforts had absolutely no effect. 

She presented a delightful picture as she usually did when draped over a lap while getting a through spanking. This time when Robert spanked her, she was completely naked, tits hanging down, swaying and bobbing in unison with the spanking hand. Her long, bare legs were kicking up and down, flailing about as she tried to dislodge herself. Her arms were bent backwards as she tried to get her hands in position to block the blows. Nothing worked. Smack..."Robert, let me go!"...slap...."Ouch. Stop that!".... whack..."Ouch! Stop it!"....whack.. "Please, Robert, it hurts".... smack.. "Ouch! Please, I'm sorry!" It seemed to go on forever and, as always, her strength and defiance gave out and she began pleading for him to stop. Now the slaps and smacks were interspersed with moans and cries, begging him to let her up, apologizing, promising anything to get him to stop. 

Ultimately he did stop, of course, looking down at the beet-red ass cheeks -- and, inevitably, at their lower neighbor, her cunt. Her legs were spread, revealing open cunt lips, still puffy from their recent fucking, moisture seeping out and drenching the hair. It was too recent for him to be ready for a repeat performance, but Robert still felt a stirring in his cock as her scrutinized her crotch and, as he leaned forward, her dangling breasts. She really was a sexy woman. 

At the moment, however, that "sexy woman" was still moaning softly, saying, "I'm sorry, Robert. I didn't mean to upset you." Then, with a big sob, "I just wasn't ready....you'd just screw...screwed me...and...and... I just wasn't ready to talk about that darn book yet!" With that, she burst out crying again, reaching back to rub her hand over her burning bottom. 

Her reaction got Robert's attention, and, in a way, set a sort of tone for their entire future relationship. First, she didn't complain that he had no right to spank her, only that she had been misunderstood or mistreated. She accepted her punishment and apologized, submitting herself to his control. On the other hand, Robert, who certainly was not an unjust man, recognized that her complaint was reasonable, and said, "You're right, Susan. I'm sorry. You shouldn't have acted as you did, but I certainly should have been more thoughtful. I do get carried away." 

Actually, while Robert, by no means, matched the stereotype of a fuzzy-minded, self-centered English professor, he did have a tendency that many experts exhibit -- they frequently focus so strongly on their field of expertise, that they lose contact with the real world. Robert recognized this quality in himself and, in admitting it to Susan, described an experience where it had really embarrassed him. He had been attempting to seduce a woman, had finally been successful and, of all things, was in the act of penetrating her when his mind suddenly switched gears. Before she had come to his flat, he had been working for hours on a lecture and just couldn't think of a way to get a critical point across. 

In frustration, he had just given up as she arrived, and put it out of his mind as he concentrated on his new paramour. Then, at the ultimate moment, when he wasn't thinking, his only concern being his physical activity, the solution appeared -- and his mind took over. He unconsciously continued the penetration, but once in, he just rested there, actually forgetting what he was doing, his lecture, with the new illustration, unreeling before him. It wasn't until the woman under him moved restlessly and asked, "What's wrong," that he came to himself and, fortunately, was able to complete the act. He promised to avoid impersonal transitions in the future. 

So, while Susan accepted her submissive position, opening herself to future spankings, Robert acknowledged that he needed observe her need to separate their sexual and academic activities. So, what had started out as a confrontation ended up as accommodation. That, of course, was not the only change or adaption to conditions that arose, and some of these turned out to be quite pleasant. 

For example, during the same week, the second Thursday coincided with a day in which Susan's sexual equipment was inoperable because of her monthly indisposition, seemingly a real disappointment for Robert. However, on that day, she was persuaded, without much difficulty, to participate in oral sex, and Robert was pleasantly surprised to find that she was an accomplished cock sucker. 

Without hesitation, she took his cock in her hands, sliding her fingers lightly up and down the shaft. Obviously, she had seen it before but not so closely. It was, as would be expected, much like the four (a number that always shocked her) that she had sucked before. None of them had been the outrageously sized members shown in porno films or described (wishfully) in sex stories of letters. This one was of average length and diameter, in proper rigid condition and, after stroking it for a few moments, she opened her mouth and engulfed it. She began a slow up and down motion, bobbing her head as she took it deeper. She held the base of the cock with her fingers, gradually speeding up the sucking as her lips finally touched the fingers. She was experienced enough that she was able to cancel the gag reflex when the head of the cock was forced into her throat. That was when the real cock sucking began.




Susan and the Professor Ch. 03



Her head began to bob up and down rapidly, her lips loosening slightly as she went down, gripping tightly as she pulled up. Her other hand reached in for his balls and she gently squeezed in rhythm with her sucking. As would be expected, this combined treatment soon had Robert moving almost as if he were screwing her mouth and throat. The room was filled with the slurping sound as the cock drove in and out, mingled with his occasional moans of pleasure. As the climax approached, Susan's head was almost a blur as her bobbing accelerated. Her hand became more active on his balls as they drew up and became tighter and harder, the squeezing more forceful.

Finally, the inevitable occurred and sperm jetted into her mouth as Robert no longer could hold back. Much of it went directly down her throat but, as Susan pulled back slightly, it filled her mouth to overflowing. Still, very little actually escaped and, as his cock pulled out, Robert could see that her mouth was, literally, full of his cum. Even with his experience, he felt a sort of thrill go through him as she visibly swallowed. That thrill was augmented when she looked up at him, licking her cum-coated lips and smiling before wiping the rest from her chin.

Robert, of course, was astounded not only at her proficiency but also with her evident enjoyment of the act. He had enjoyed fellatio many times before, but he couldn't remember any time it had been done so willingly and so well. Needless to say, he complimented her fulsomely and saying the Jim was very lucky. Susan experienced a slight pang of guilt at that comment but she happily accepted the compliment. 

In any case, she repeated the exercise just before she left, a practice that became the pattern after that. Every Monday and Thursday, just before leaving, Susan would kneel between Robert's legs and perform fellatio. This was an exercise that they both enjoyed, Robert for the obvious reasons, Susan because of the same slave-girl feeling she first had when sucking Don in Maine. A slave sucking her master, a concubine in the harem, even a prostitute servicing a client -- these and other fantasies occupied Susan's mind when she performed that servile, and very intimate, function. Thus, both of them enjoyed a sexual act that many consider to be perverse, but circumstances arose that made it even more depraved -- but even more exciting! 



Susan and the Professor Ch. 04



Whether by unconscious design or just happenstance, the cock sucking started later and later, until by the fourth week, it began just before Jim was due. Inevitably, one afternoon, when he beeped the horn to let her know that he was there, Susan still had Robert's cock in her mouth. The sound of the horn sent a funny thrill through her, half guilty twinge, half licentious titillation. Her head bobbed faster, her hand moved more rapidly up and down the shaft, partly in perverse excitement, partly to finish more quickly. It didn't take long. Robert was already well on the path to climax before the horn sound, and, as he admitted to Susan later, looking down at her with his cock in her mouth, while her husband waited outside, was enough stimulus to cause an eruption. Suddenly, brought on by that stimulus and Susan's increasingly fervent sucking, the cock ejaculated, sending a flood of semen into her mouth and down her throat and actually inciting her to a totally unexpected orgasm of her own. Quickly recovering, she jumped up, hastily said goodbye, hurried out and, like the hypothetical woman referred to above, greeted her husband with a brief kiss - while she still had the taste of Robert's cum in her mouth. 

As they drove home, Susan couldn't believe how hot she was - her cunt actually felt like it was throbbing. When they were in the house, Jim was pleasantly surprised to have her initiate sex in the afternoon, something very uncommon. That resulted in one of those occasions where Robert and Jim had her the same day, Jim finding her cunt still quite moist from her excitement and Robert's earlier ejaculation. Susan found it very exciting to realize that she had just sucked cum from Robert's cock and, now, Jim was licking his cum from her cunt. Very depraved, but extremely exciting. 

However, after the exhilaration wore off her conscience began to trouble her. What she had done suddenly seemed to be really perverted, not just the fun debauchery of the things she had done before. This time she felt that she had been far more unfaithful than when she had been fucked, because then it had nothing to do with Jim. But now it did! Deliberately sucking while knowing he was outside, getting excited because he was nearby, and having him perform cunnilingus on her while still aroused by that sucking of Robert's cock, was just too much. She tossed and turned for a long time that night, trying, unsuccessfully, to rationalize her actions. So, the following morning, she turned to her resident therapist, Jean, to straighten things out in her mind. 

She had, of course, finally confided to Jean about the spanking and subsequent screwing by Robert, and had also kept her au courant on the on-going affair. As might be expected, Jean was quite encouraging about the continuing relations, and, when told of Susan being wracked with guilt over the cock sucking episode, she simply laughed. "Look, honey, you didn't hurt anybody, unless it's yourself from worrying. There's no point in blaming yourself because you got hot from doing something a little perverted, if that is what it was. Sure, Jim might be humiliated if he knew you enjoyed sucking when he was waiting for you, but he doesn't know. More important, you didn't do it to get back at him for something, or because you didn't love him anymore - it really had nothing to do with him, personally. It was fun because he was your husband, not because it was Jim! That may sound like double talk, but it makes sense. It's like a play with the character "wife" putting something over on, or doing something behind the back of, the character "husband," not real people, Susan and Jim!" 

"Well, I know I didn't hurt Jim directly, for he doesn't know, and, as you said, I wasn't even thinking any nasty thoughts about him. But, why does something like that get me hot? Why do I like my cunt to be wet when he licks it? Being wet doesn't make it feel better- it's because it's wet from fucking Don or Robert and he's licking it. I shouldn't like that!" 

"Honey, we've been through this before. There's no explanation of why certain things get us excited, they just do. If they don't hurt anyone, just let it go! People get hot from any number of fantasies that, often, they are ashamed of or just don't understand. Look, one of the most prevalent female fantasies is being raped. Now, women certainly don't really want to be raped, but the fantasy turns them on. Maybe they like the idea of being forced to have sex, maybe they like being frightened - or heavens knows what. As you well know, spanking hurts, but except for a relatively few masochists, women don't want to be hurt - yet the thought of being spanked (or spanking) really arouses women. Anyhow, if deliberately sucking, or, for that matter, even fucking, with your husband nearby gets you hot, it's just another harmless turn-on." 

"Oh, I don't know - but maybe you're right. I still just feel a little funny to be fooling my husband by doing something like that with another man, even if he doesn't know. Did...did you ever do anything like that?" 

"Well, since you ask, yes In fact, I did something that probably you would think was worse. If you want, I'll tell you about it, but, it's a long story." Seeing Susan rapt attention and her quick nod, she continued, "This happened years ago, on our fifth wedding anniversary. Before we were married, we had been going together for two years, and had planned to be married in the spring. I was living with two other girls in a very small apartment, while Don shared an apartment with another fellow. Privacy was very hard to come by, and we had to make out wherever we could, and we were really looking forward to being married in, probably, April. We were already looking for a place to live, for it was an extremely tight housing market, but, before we were ready, in December, a beautiful place suddenly became available. After much soul searching (and financial calculating), we finally decided to rent it and have Don live there until we were married, while I stayed with my roommates. Today, of course, couples would just move in together, but that was unheard of in those days. Heaven knows, I wasn't a virgin - Don had taken care of that long before - but living together was out of the question. However, we could, finally, have some privacy. 

"Anyway, in Boston they had a big society-type New Year's Eve all-night dinner and dance which we and our friends attended. Two days before (the 28th), Don got a call from a friend of ours, who had been at a seminary in upper New York and had just been ordained as a minister, telling us that he and his wife were going to be able to join us. Don was delighted, and as he told me about it, we both got an idea at the same time - why wait until April? We hadn't intended to have a big ceremony, anyway, and all our friends would be with us on New Year's Eve, so, why wait? We called our friend back, and he thought that marrying us would be perfect for his first wedding. We hurried and got the license, reserved a small room where the dance was to be held, and notified our friends. So, just after 12:00 midnight, we had a short and very happy wedding - no big church ceremony, no fancy white gown, no reception - just a quiet, low-keyed occasion. However, it was announced over the loudspeaker and became very public. It was even in the newspaper the next morning as the first wedding of the year. We celebrated most of the night, finally going home to our new apartment. No honeymoon, but we didn't need one. 

"In any case, each year we spent New Year's Eve at that dinner dance and returned home to the same apartment - it became a tradition, at least for some years. However, year-by-year, fewer of our friends were still around. They got married and moved away, got jobs away from Boston, or, in few cases, just disappeared. By our fifth anniversary, there was only one couple left, so we made arrangements for the four of us to go together. We had the tickets and I had bought the most beautiful dress I had ever seen. It was pure silk in turquoise, low neck and a very short skirt. I also had bought the sexiest underwear I had ever seen. It was a French import, black and absolutely sheer - my nipples and cunt hair showed as clearly as if I were naked. The garter belt matched, and I had very long sheer black hose that came almost to my crotch. They had to be that long because the skirt was that short! I hadn't shown the underwear to Don, but I confidently looked forward to turning him on when we got home! New Year's Eve was on Thursday, so we would have a three-day week-end in which to celebrate. Everything was going perfectly. 

"Then catastrophe struck. First, the man, Dennis Doyle, in the couple going with us, called to say that his Wife, Janine - who we never had really liked - had walked out on him, returned to her family in Virginia and planned to get a divorce. He was broken up and said that, obviously, they would not be joining us. We were crushed, because we really liked him and always had wondered what he saw in her. However, we planned to go ahead and have our own, private anniversary observance - with, of course, a few thousand others celebrating New Year's Eve.

"Then things got much worse! Don's grandfather- the one who left us the cabin - called on the 30th and said that his partner had suffered a mild heart attack, and that he needed Don. The company was just getting well started and they had a crucial display at a trade show in St. Louis which opened, of all days, on January l, and someone had to take the partner's place and demonstrate and explain their new development. His grandfather couldn't do it, he wasn't well enough, leaving only Don! We understood and knew that Don had no choice but to go, but we were crushed. We thought of me going along, but it would have been prohibitively expensive, and, in any case, Don would be putting in twelve hour days at the show and would have no time for me. 

I'll tell you, I was crying, bewailing fate and bad luck - particularly, I'll admit because of that new outfit. Here it was, our fifth anniversary, New Year's Eve, and I'd be sitting home with my new dress in the closet I tried to pretend that it was ok, but he knew how unhappy I was and, with a sudden brainstorm, said, 'I know! We have tickets we can't return and you really want to go. Why don't we see if Dennis would like to take you? He certainly could use the cheering up, and you would get to go. It wouldn't be the same, but we can celebrate our anniversary when I get back!' 

"At first I dismissed the idea, but it began to have appeal - I liked Dennis and it might be fun to spend an evening with him, almost like a date. Finally, after a long discussion, back and forth on the idea, Don called Dennis. That took another long discussion to overcome Dennis's initial reluctance, but, by the time the conversation was over, he seemed much less depressed and actually accepted the proposal cheerfully. So, it was arranged that he would drive in, pick me up, and we would celebrate New Year's together. Don left early on the 31th, promising to call at exactly midnight, St. Louis time, so that we could celebrate the New Year together on the phone. 

"Dennis was to pick me up at 8:30 PM, and I began getting dressed in plenty of time. However, a little after 8:00 he rang the doorbell, explaining that he was early because there was so little traffic on the roads. I went in to finish dressing, leaving the bedroom door open so that we could talk. I had the sheer bra and panties on already, added the garter belt and hose, and was walking around, sort of hoping he would get a glimpse of me. Actually, I was out of his line of sight, but it gave me a little tingle to think of it, anyway. I had my dress laid out on the bed, and, remembering the twenty small buttons up the back, I called out, 'I'll need you to help me with my dress, Dennis. I can't reach all the buttons,' and went into the bathroom. 

As I came out, I stopped instantly. There stood Dennis, his eyes, figuratively at least, bulging from his head. It was as if time had stopped, me standing there, more naked than if I had been naked, my face blushing like that of a school girl, him frozen in position, staring in disbelief and embarrassment. Breaking the chains that held me there, and showing more aplomb than I would have believed possible, I walked past him and picked up my dress, saying, 'As you can see, I wasn't quite ready yet!' I stepped into the dress, pulled it up and turned my back for him to button it. 

"As I did so, he stammered, 'Gosh, Jean, I'm sorry! I thought you were telling me to come in!' Then, he added, as he began the fastening, "You look absolutely lovely! It's a beautiful dress, but I hate to cover up all that other beauty underneath!" 

I still remember his exact words, and, even today, I can't believe my reply, "Well, you'll have to unbutton me later before I can get my dress off, so it will be uncovered again." I don't know what possessed me, but I said it! His hands stopped abruptly, then started fumbling with the buttons, saying, "Jean, honey, that's the best thing I've heard of in weeks. You can't know how bad things have been, and seeing you like that made me forget all that stuff for a while. You really are beautiful!" We were both a little flustered, and more than a little bemused by the unexpected intimacy - and, at least on my part, a little scared by what might be coming! 

"The evening was delightful! The buffet at the dimmer-dance was excellent, and the music was wonderful, and my dress was a major success with compliments coming from people I didn't even know. In addition, Dennis couldn't have been more attentive or thoughtful, showering me with obviously sincere compliments. It was like a 'heavy date,' exhilarating, with a tinge of apprehension and anticipation about what might happen afterwards. When midnight arrived and balloons came down, lights flashed, etc., it was exciting, as always, and the requisite kiss from Dennis seemed considerably more than a formality. The party would go on all night, and usually Don and I stayed until two or three A.M., but, at about 12:30, Dennis asked me if I were ready to go, and, without hesitation, I said yes. We got back to the apartment around 1:00, the conversation on the way being extremely banal and somewhat forced, neither of us quite at ease. I offered him a drink once we were inside, but he said 'no,' and we just stood, neither knowing what to say or do. Finally, after a few minutes of desultory, really inane, prattle, I asked, 'Do you want to help 'me get out of this dress?' As might be expected, he replied, 'I'd love to.' 

"In any case, we went into the bedroom, I turned my back to him, and he slowly unbuttoned my dress. When it was undone, I stepped out of it, hung it carefully over a chair and, with great trepidation, turned and faced him. I had seen myself in the mirror, of course, and I knew that every detail of my body was visible, but, even if I hadn't looked at the mirror, his face would have told me. He was utterly mesmerized, a reaction that made me feel absolutely wonderful, of course, and kindled a real fire in my cunt. No more than 15 minutes later, we were both naked in bed, and Dennis was in me. It was a wild and frenzied fucking, both of us ready for the release of the sexual tension that had built up all evening. When the climax was reached, we thrashed wildly, then collapsed, spent and satisfied - for a while. 

"We lay there quietly, him fondling and caressing me. I have no idea what we talked about then, but obviously it was not important. I do know that he was very flattering and very attentive to all parts of my body. Inevitably, all this sex play led to renewed ardor mid, soon, I was on top with his cock buried in my cunt again. It felt wonderful and I was actively fucking myself as I moved up and down. Both of us were becoming extremely excited when, shatteringly, the phone rang. 'Oh, my god,' I gasped, 'it's Don! He said he would call just before midnight in St. Louis!' 

"I raised up and started to pull away, but Dennis held me by the hips and kept his cock in me, saying, 'Go ahead and answer. He can't see you over the telephone!' 

"Having little choice, I reached over to the bedside table and picked up the receiver to hear Don say, 'Happy anniversary, honey, and happy new year!' I had the most peculiar range of feeling go through me! I actually had forgotten that it was our anniversary, and here I was, another man's cock buried in me while I talked to my husband! I felt a wave of guilt, but also a surge of exhilaration, of doing something that was totally unacceptable, yet was also daring and audacious. If I hadn't already have been hot, I certainly would never have dreamed of doing such a thing, but I was already engaged in that depraved act, and talking to Don suddenly made it more exciting! 

"The amazing thing, however, is how I maintained my composure. If I had been surprised at my aplomb earlier, this was beyond comprehension. Somehow, while continuing to raise and lower myself on Dennis's cock, I talked on the phone as if I were lying alone in bed. It was if I had two minds, one focused on what Don was saying, the other suffused with sensations flooding from my cunt. I was able to not only respond to Don's comments with no difficulty, but also to tell him of the wonderful evening I had enjoyed. When he asked what time we had left the party, I said about one o'clock, clearly implying - and maybe even saying...I don't remember - that Dennis had left immediately. I know that I told him that the evening had really helped Dennis get over his depression, but I didn't say how he got over it! 

"While the conversation was going on, Dennis continued to fuck up into me, his motions indicating that he was close to coming. Impossible as it may seem, I, also, was approaching orgasm, my body flexing up and down, grinding against him to get the fullest contact. It was like suppressing a cough, fighting to hold back while, somehow, I continued talking. Finally, when the explosion was all too near, Don said 'Goodnight, honey, I'1l call you around 11:00 tomorrow night. happy anniversary!' I responded, 'Happy anniversary, dear. I love you!' and hung up. At the precise moment I spoke, Dennis climaxed, flooding my cunt. I barely had the receiver down when I exploded, a tremendous orgasm that had been restrained and now burst forth. I rolled off onto the bed beside Dennis, both of us exhausted, but laughing together as if we had just won a contest. 

"So, Susan, that is what all this has been leading up to. After it was over, I asked myself why I hadn't felt guilty over such a flagrant example of infidelity - fucking another man on my anniversary, in my own bed, while talking to my husband on the phone! You can't get more unfaithful than that! The answer, of course, is what I told you before - the screwing and the phone sex had nothing, really, to do with Don! I wasn't doing it because of him, not trying to fool him, certainly not trying to get back at him for anything. When I said 'I love you' before I hung up, I meant it. It's just that there is real perverse enjoyment in doing something that is immoral, even indecent - like those wild fantasies I talked about. Thinking of screwing with another man is not being unfaithful, it's just a fantasy. What I did with Dennis, and you did with Robert, was nothing more than living a fantasy, with no more impact on my feelings for Don than a dream would!" 

"My heavens, Jean, that was a fascinating experience! I don't know how you carried it off, but I certainly know that you care for Don, and I guess I see what you mean - it's almost like a game, or a dream, not real, in a way! Was that the first time you had done anything like that?" 

"Susan, when we were married, I certainly wasn't as innocent as you were - if nothing else, Don had screwed me long before the wedding. I'd petted quite a bit in high school and college, having my breasts out and my cunt felt through my panties, but, the night when I was played with when wearing my red dress, was the first time anyone but Don had felt my bare cunt! No, this was completely new - not only my first adultery, but my first real sexual experience aside from Don. That's why my composure on the phone was so amazing - I was not some experienced wanton!" Jean hesitated a moment, then added, "There is more to this story, if you want to hear it." 




Susan and the Professor Ch. 04



"I certainly do! You remember how turned on I was when you told me about that red dress experience - well, this is better!" 

"Ok. Well, after I hung up, we just lay there inordinately pleased with ourselves and the whole situation. I discovered later that Dennis had never done anything like this before either, and I think both of us were a little high from the whole affair. Finally, about 3:00 AM, we just went to sleep and didn't wake up until almost 10:00. It was really peculiar, waking up beside someone else in bed, but I had no sense of shock or guilt. Just different. We had a very satisfying session of sex, cleaned up and had a very late breakfast. After eating, we drove to Dennis's apartment in Natick - he had not brought a change of clothes or anything else with him, of course. 

"It was a nice little apartment, but Janine's home - although I certainly didn't miss her! He showed me around, ending up in the bedroom where he got out his clothes and prepared to change. It was obvious that he had suddenly thought of something as he reached for me and pulled me toward the bed. Within a very short time I was naked and we were in bed, as he said later, laughingly, exorcizing Janine! However, while he laughed about it, I think he meant it. He admitted that, despite a total lack of common interests between them, including romance and sex, he had been holding out hope for a reconciliation - why he didn't really know. Somehow, the night with me opened his eyes, showing how empty his life with Janine was. I didn't know what I had done, but he certainly was much brighter, with none of the depression Don had described. In any case, we screwed in her bed, on her side - it was sort of sexy and exciting, even if she'd never know. Finally, after we finished and dressed, he tried to call her to tell her of his acceptance of the final break, but he only got her parents. So, he got a few things together, and we went back to the apartment in the city. 

"We spent a quiet evening together, with none of the frantic fucking of the night before. The only thing really different that we did happened when he finally got Janine, herself, on the phone. We were lying nude on the bed, having not dressed after another, milder, sex session after dinner, when she finally answered around 10:00 PM. The conversation ranged from impersonal to acrimonious, with Janine doing most of the talking, being quite 'bitchy,' and it was somewhat embarrassing listening. Dennis had been lightly fondling my breast as he talked, and, after one of the more hostile exchanges when he had seemed to be on the defensive, I suddenly got an idea. Pulling away, I squirmed further down the bed, took his cock in my hand and stroked it. It hardened immediately, and I put it into my mouth and began slowly going up and down on it, lightly sucking. 

The unexpected result was that Dennis became more assertive and self-assured immediately, getting his points across rather than conceding her's. Maybe it made him feel more masculine, more independent - I don't know - but it certainly changed his attitude. After a short time, I got up, straddled him and impaled myself on his cock. Janine didn't know that fucking was going on during the conversation, but it certainly was! Dennis finally cut short the discussion, telling her to start the legal procedures and they would make the parting as amicable as possible. As soon as he hung up, we went into another, more vigorous, screwing session, both of us amused and exceeding aroused by another wicked example of sexual misconduct. 

"Actually, this is an example of the point I made earlier. This time we were deliberately putting something over on his wife. It wasn't just sex, it was an intentional act, deliberately committed to show a lack of commitment to, and rebellion against, her. It was directly aimed at Janine, not to the symbol 'wife.' Of course, their relationship was irrevocably broken down, but it certainly showed a lack of respect for her - respect she hadn't earned, but she certainly would have been grossly offended if she had known. In any case, we both enjoyed putting her in her place, even if she didn't know it! 

"We slept together again that night - doing nothing irregular when Don called at 11:00 - and woke up late Sunday morning, the last of the three-day weekend I had expected to spend with Don. We went out for brunch and just lay around, mostly talking the rest of the day. Dennis worked for a publishing firm, and I was just getting started writing - a weekly women's interest column for the Globe - so we found many common interests. In addition, it is amazing how people can reveal personal things they normally don't talk about when they're in that kind of temporary intimate relationship. For example, I learned, probably more than I needed to know about his relationship with Janine and, I confess, I probably revealed more about myself than I should have! Still, it was pleasant, particularly when mixed with a satisfying, but not excessive, amount of sex. Actually, however, what made it most comfortable and free was the realization that it was a temporary relationship that would soon be over - with no ties or recriminations. Just a relaxing, enjoyable, interlude! 

"Sunday night would be the end, since, if for no other reason, Don would be coming home sometime Monday. It really was a good thing, since we had covered most conversational topics, and even sex becomes repetitious after a time. Still, one is always reluctant to see something that has been really fun come to an end. I think Dennis had the same feeling, so, as 11:00 PM, and Don's call, approached, he asked if I wanted to do 'that' again. Interestingly enough, I knew exactly what he meant, what 'that' was, and it seemed like a last fun thing to do. Therefore, a few minutes before 11:00, I lay naked on the bed, raised and parted my legs, and Dennis entered me. He asked me to let him know just before I said goodbye, and I promised that I would. We began a slow screwing, letting it build up gradually. A minute or so after eleven, the phone rang, I picked it up, and began talking to my husband. 

"It was extraordinarily arousing, far more than the other time - perhaps because I was on the bottom and could just enjoy being fucked in this thoroughly illicit manner. This time it was easier, at least at first, to keep my voice steady, and I was able to actively converse with Don while, at the same time, let my body react more and more to the increasingly vigorous screwing. However, that did become more difficult as my excitement rose. Dennis was between my thighs, and I had my feet flat on the bed, permitting me to heave up and down to meet his thrusts. Once again, I had that hold-back-a-sneeze feeling as I restrained my urge to reach orgasm. Fortunately, while I still had my voice under control and before the orgasm overcame me, Don said that he would see me tomorrow. I looked up and nodded to Dennis, and he began really pounding me, rushing to the climax he had been holding back. It was timed perfectly, for just as we each said our sincere 'I love you,' he slammed against me, shooting cum deep into my cunt. I wasn't even able to hang up the phone before my own orgasm came, and I literally lost control over my body! Without volition, my legs spread even wider, and my hips raised well off the bed, wedging against Dennis's pelvis as he tried to push his cock completely through me! It, unquestionably, was one of the strongest, maybe the strongest climax of my life!" 

Listening to all of this, Susan had nodded and interjected comments showing her fascination with Jean's tale, but now she blurted out, "Gods, Jean, that whole weekend must have been unbelievable, but, didn't you feel guilty about deliberately having him fuck you when you were going to talk to Don - particularly when you were saying goodbye? I don't think that I could have done that and talked sensibly!" 

"Well, I'll admit that, when it was over, I did have some serious qualms, but, I reassured myself that we were just having fun and that I certainly wasn't doing it to spite Don. Maybe I'm just rationalizing, but I still don't see anything wrong with what is merely a harmless game, which neither of you takes seriously. It's like two summer lovers who have an affair, each saying 'I love you,' but knowing it's not real and that each will go, happily, back to their true loves when the season is over. Certainly, neither Dennis nor I had any thought but that we were having a very pleasant weekend together, but that it would end Monday morning, which it did. He had to go to work, so we slept together one last time, had a quick sex session in the morning, kissed goodbye - and life returned to normal. 

"However, after he left, I then became nervous and a bit remorseful. In the suddenly cold light of reason, I asked myself, 'How could you have done all that?' As I asked myself that question, though, I still never denied that I really had enjoyed it, and, if presented with the same opportunity again, I'd probably do the same thing. It really had been fun! Now, though, I had to get ready for Don's return." 

"Weren't you scared? I was lucky, in a way, that I was 'out of it' when I went home the first time Don had me. I don't know how I would have handled it if I had been thinking straight!" 

"I was petrified, sure that Don would walk in and, somehow, know that Dennis had been here. I suddenly realized that I had done something that could cause real problems, and I scurried around trying to ensure that I would not be found out. I changed the sheets, even washing the mattress pad - which certainly needed it - and scoured the apartment for any sign that I hadn't been alone! I'll admit that I panicked a bit, certain that I would overlook something, but, as it turned out, Don never even thought about it when he got home. Despite all that I had done for the past three days - or maybe because of it - I was extremely happy to see him and the reunion was all you could hope for. He told me, in detail, how it had gone in St. Louis, very pleased about the sales and company prospects. I gave him a carefully edited description of the New Year's Eve party, omitting the obvious, but saying that it had been great fun even if he couldn't be there for our anniversary. He apologized profusely for that, but promised to make it up to me. (That did make me feel guilty.) He promised to take me out that weekend, with me wearing my new dress, and we would pretend it was New Year's Eve. "

"Actually, we did celebrate that weekend and I did wear the dress, but, for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to wear the sexy underwear! Still, we had a wonderful time, and, afterwards, life finally did return to normal. The fear of discovery was behind me and we settled back into our normal routine. The illicit three days almost seemed like asexual fantasy, one to look back on with great pleasure, but one that had little to do with the real world. Then the roof fell in!" 

"Oh, my heavens, what happened?"



Susan and the Professor Ch. 05



"It was two weeks later, and I was drying off after showering, feeling refreshed and happy. Don had been in the study working on our bills and, I had heard vaguely, talking on the phone. Suddenly, I heard him command, 'Jean, come out here!' I had an immediate premonition that I was in trouble, and, as I came out, naked except for a towel, I knew I was right. 

His face had a stone-like, angry look – you know the one I mean, you've seen it – and he just stared at me for a moment that seemed like forever. Then, he said, threateningly, 'I've just spent ten minutes with the phone company trying to figure out why we were being charged for a twenty-minute call to Roanoke, Virginia – which turned out to be a person-to-person call from here to Janine Doyle! If there's an innocent explanation, I'd better hear it right now! "' 

"You must have been scared to death! What on earth did you say, and what happened?" 

"Scared is hardly the word for it – terrified and paralyzed is more like it! You know, these happened years ago, but I can remember every detail as if it had been yesterday. . . . . 

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Jean stood there, her mind in complete turmoil, trying desperately to think of something, anything, to explain the unexplainable. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out, until, finally, she gasped, "Don....I....Oh, Don..." 

"Obviously, you have no innocent explanation! Come here!" With that, Don grabbed her and, without any further comment, turned her over his knee and began a vicious spanking. Her towel had fallen off, leaving her completely naked, her ass completely exposed mid completely vulnerable. Don didn't utter a word as he brought his hand down with a resounding smack, the first of many blows to hit her bare buttocks. 

Smack..smack..smack..smack.., each smack with the full power of his arm, sending waves of pain through her as she kicked and squirmed, begging him to stop. Don paid absolutely no attention to Jean's cries or her efforts to free herself. He was completely intent in punishing her for her obvious unfaithfulness, continuing to belabor her bottom as it turned pink, then red and, finally, flaming crimson. 

At last, after thirty thunderous blows, his hand began to tingle, and, looking around, he picked up a large, but thin, hardbound book from the bedside table and began using it as a paddle. It made a loud "twack' noise as it smashed against her ass cheeks, stinging the already sore flesh, magnifying the agony she already felt. The twacks seemed to go on forever: thwack... thwack... thwack.... thwack.... thwack....., on and on, each one worse than the one before, hitting the same inflamed area, the pain shooting through her like lightning. 

By this time, Jean's struggles had ended. All she could do was lie there, draped over his knees, and absorb the punishment. She was crying piteously, moaning and pleading for him to stop, gasping out, "Please, Don, I'm sorry! Please stop...it hurts! Please let me explain!" 

"Oh, you'll explain, all right! But your ass is going to be blistered first!" The spanking continued, and, while her ass might not have been literally "blistered," it took on the deep red color of subsumed skin that would blister. Thwack...thwack........thwack ..........thwack. Finally, Don's fury diminished, the spanking slowed.....and stopped.  Jean just hung there, sobbing, tears flowing down her cheeks and dropping to the floor. Don did not take pity on her as he heaved her up onto her feet, from which she collapsed on the bed, hiding her face in the covers. "All right, Jean, let's hear that explanation – and it had better be honest or you'l1 be right over my knee again!" 

Crying profusely, Jean, with little choice, began recounting the events described above. The words poured out, starting with the New Year's Eve celebration and her subsequent adultery that night, her long sex filled weekend with Dennis, and ending with her fearful efforts to conceal her sins. She very frankly described the intimate relationship but insisting that all of it had been nothing but "recreational" sex. 

"Damn it, Jean, you're still missing the point. I don't care if Dennis fucked you once or one hundred times! You can suck his cock all day if you want to! We went through this four years ago on our second anniversary. I told you then that I wouldn't mind if some guy fucked you at the party, but, don't lie to me about it! Despite that warning, you deliberately told me that Dennis left after taking you home."

"But, Don, Dennis was right there! How could I tell you that we'd just had sex and that he was going to sleep with me?" 

"You know that you could have let me know that he was still there. I could have filled in the details myself. There's just no excuse for lying to me, and you'll get an even harder spanking if you ever do it again!" 

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"We talked a long time about it, and I had to admit that I was completely wrong. I knew, of course, how he felt about me not telling him the truth about something, and he'd told me several other times that he wouldn't mind if I had a purely sexual encounter with someone else, and I told him about it. I guess that I just didn't want to risk it – having sex and sleeping with Dennis for three days seemed like just too much. I just didn't dare to see if Don really meant it. Boy, was that a mistake! That's what made my freezing when John had me in Maine so stupid. I had no reason not to tell him and I certainly should have, but, for some reason, when I should have volunteered the information. I didn't, deliberately misleading him. As you know, I paid for it too!" 

"Well, we both knew that you should tell him about John, but the video tape came too soon and caught you. Obviously, Don doesn't mind – and he shouldn't considering the number of times he's had me. How did it turn out with Dennis? Did he ever find out that Don knew?"

"Oh, yes. A few months later, Don had to go to St. Louis again, and he actually asked me if I wanted to invite Dennis over. I admitted that I thought I would enjoy it and I did call him. He stayed with me two nights – working during the day – and I told him then that Don didn't mind. That relieved him since he had felt somewhat guilty about screwing his friend's wife. After that, the three of us got together like old times, with the subject of sex never coming up. Later that year, we had to move to the Midwest for Don's business, and I started free-lance writing while still having connections with the Globe. Once or twice a year I would have to fly back to Boston and, when l did, Dennis would pick me up at Logan and I would stay with him at his apartment – very pleasant and very sexy! 

"There is one thing, however. I never told Don about Dennis fucking me while we were talking on the phone. I still don't see anything wrong with it as long as only Dennis and I knew about it – but I was afraid that Don would somehow think I was putting something over on him when that certainly was not my intent. It would have been wrong if it had been done to hurt him or, as with Janine, to spite him, and I would never do that! As I told you before, I feel the same way about you sucking Robert while Jim waits in the car – it's fun, you feel sexy doing it, and, since Jim doesn't know about it, no one is hurt. I think that it all depends on your motivation!  You know, though, I think that there is always a little feeling of guilt, a sense of doing something 'wrong', or, even, a slight element of danger, that makes doing something like that exciting." 

Whether Jean's arguments were rational or just rationalizations, they made sense to Susan and she came to really enjoy sucking up till the last minute before Jim arrived. On several occasions when he came in to the apartment's foyer and rang the bell, she was still on her knees awaiting Robert's ejaculation. One time, in fact, he was kept waiting outside the door for several minutes until the cock sucking was finished. Certainly, Jean was right in one respect – the element of danger, doing it when she knew that her husband was very near, made what might have become a routine activity quite stimulating. In fact, musing and philosophizing aside, that is usually the real reason people do things like this – it provides a tingle, a little thrill from doing something totally outside normal bounds of behavior. Something new, something different, that made adultery even more attractive. 

This extra stimulation was particularly evident from one small incident that occurred the weekend after their discussion about Susan's guilty feelings. Robert was at Jean and Don's for dinner, something that had become fairly common as the semester went on. The meal was over and everyone was sitting around talking until the school's basketball team's game came on television. Jean served dessert at half time, with Susan assisting, of course. 



When the second half started, the two women, with, surprisingly, Robert's help, carried the plates back to the kitchen and cleaned up. As they finished, Jean turned to Susan, with a knowing grin, saying,  "Why don't I wait outside and guard the door for a few minutes, honey." Actually, she and Susan had agreed that she would do so if an opportunity arose, so her suggestion was no surprise to Susan, but it was to Robert. 

He was, quite reasonably, puzzled, not being aware that Jean knew of his and Susan's sexual activities, but recognizing an opportunity when it was presented, he began playing with Susan's breasts while remarking, "I assume that Jean knows something of what we've been doing, and that she approves." Then, looking quizzically at her, he asked, "Will it be safe?" Nodding, Susan knelt down in front of him in obvious invitation, and, without further hesitation, Robert took out his cock, now quite hard, and inserted it into her open mouth. The circumstances made it almost certain that the cock sucking would be short – a lovely married woman kneeling at his feet, sucking, while her husband sat in the next room; another married woman, his hostess, standing guard just a few feet away, obviously aware of what was going on. 

The idea of doing something immoral and dangerous combined with the physical and psychological impact of Susan's sucking mouth soon had Robert's cock approaching climax. She held his cock between her fingers as she moved her head back and forth, her mouth serving as a cunt. He had a hand on each side of her head, guiding her as his hips flexed, driving in and out as if he were fucking her. Finally, the inevitable occurred, and he ejaculated, the cum spurting into her mouth and, as she swallowed, down her throat.  

For Susan, the entire performance was exhilarating – kneeling down like a slave girl or concubine servicing her master; knowing that Jean was just outside the door, aware of what she was doing; knowing, also, that her husband was nearby, totally unaware of what she was doing! All of these things combined to give her a thrill, an elation that the simple act of cock sucking never could do alone. It was that feeling of doing something totally out of the ordinary combined with the delightful sense of doing something dangerous – but not too dangerous! Dissolute, licentious, immoral, wanton – a delicious sense of doing something totally beyond the pale. 

She became more and more inflamed and, running her hand up under her skirt, she masturbated her cunt, rubbing the clit as her excitement grew. When she felt Robert starting to come, she actually reached orgasm herself as surges of sexual heat flowed through her body. As the cock began to spurt, she held it tight between her lips, welcoming the flood that poured into her mouth and down her throat. At the same time, her hand clamped hard on her clit, her pelvis moving almost as if she were being screwed, her climax almost matching his in intensity. 

The entire scenario didn't last very long. Robert put his cock away and helped Susan to her feet, the two of them casually leaving the kitchen as if nothing had happened. Jean was standing just outside the door and the three of them joined Don and Jim in watching the game. Nothing was said at the time, of course, but Susan said later, and Robert surprisingly agreed, that having Jean as a knowledgeable co-conspirator a few feet away had added a real spice to their illicit assignation. She also admitted that it gave her a secret thrill to sit next to her husband on the couch a few minutes after sucking another man's cock in the kitchen! Whether it was Jean's advice or merely coming to terms with her own desires, Susan's conscience hadn't stopped her from enjoying that illicit tryst. 

So, with that conscience being eased, things went very well for most of the semester. Regrettably, though, there was one significant complication. As one would be expect, throughout most of her life, she had been a "good" girl, doing what was proper, treating people with courtesy, and meeting all of the standards of etiquette. This was particularly true with appointments and schedules – she always was on time.  However, when she retired from teaching, punctuality seemed much less important, and, with the birth of the baby and its irregular schedule, she came to regard being on time as less important. Consequently, by the second or third week of meetings with Robert, she began arriving ten, fifteen, or, once, twenty minutes late. 

As might be assumed, Robert did not take such behavior with equanimity. With his background, punctuality was to be assumed. He saw being late without very good excuse as gross discourtesy, something just "not done" and, thus, totally unacceptable. Such behavior indicated that the late comer considered the appointment, class, etc. as less important than his or her other activities and that there was no need to worry about inconveniencing, in this case, Robert. He would not countenance such behavior, a fact that his students in class soon discovered – as soon, also, did Susan. 

The first time she was late he excused it while showing his mild displeasure. When she was twenty minutes late because Jim, Jr. was not feeling well, he excused it without hesitation. However, when the tardiness was nothing more than lack of discipline or, worse, a feeling that "it doesn't matter," he was much less forgiving. At first, he merely scowled and said that he expected her to be on time just as for a regular class, but, by the third time, he was politely irate (if such a thing is possible), telling her that he expected her to be there at 2:00, not 2:10 or, worse, 2:20. When she was fifteen minutes late the next Monday, he finally had enough, and as she came in, said, "All right, Susan. You've defied me about being on time long enough! Now, take off your panties and come over here – you're going to get a spanking that may remind you of the value of punctuality!" 

"Robert! You must be kidding! You're not going to spank me!" 

"You do as I say, or leave!" 

"I won't do it!" 

"All right, we will drop the course right now. I won't have anything more to do with you if you don't value the material enough to show your respect for it – and me!" 

Furious, Susan grabbed up her purse and headed for the door. However, once outside and sitting in her car, she broke down and cried, thinking about what she was losing. She loved the reading and the analysis, and she loved doing it with Robert. Also, how would she ever explain not having the tutorial alter bubbling over about much she enjoyed it. Finally, in desperation, she slowly went back inside and knocked on Robert's door. Obviously not surprised (but secretly relieved – he was giving up a great deal too, of course), he let her in. Clearly having the advantage, he intended to make the most of the situation. 

"Please, Robert, I'm sorry." 

"That is not significant, Susan. The matter is closed!" 

"Oh, please, Robert, I'm really sorry. Please let's go on with the work – I really want to!" Getting no reply, only a haughty look, she added, "Please, Robert, don't make me beg you!"

"That's exactly what I want you to do, beg me to punish and forgive you, and to promise to be on time in the future

Susan didn't know what to do, her pride forbidding her to beg, yet wanting desperately to have him give in. "Oh, Robert, I can't!"

"Then leave!" 

Tears welled up in Susan's eyes again, and sobbing, she dropped to her knees and pleaded, "Please, Robert, forgive me. I promise not to be late again if you will forgive me!" 

Robert was startled, not expecting her to kneel down, but, hardening his voice, demanded, "Tell me how I should punish you. Ask me to do it!" 

Absolutely crushed and humiliated, Susan found herself in a position of which she never had dreamed. Always before when she had been spanked, a physically stronger person, Jean, Don – and Robert – had simply turned her over their knees and, despite her struggles, had punished her. Now, she was being forced to ask to be spanked. He was demanding her total submission before spanking her, abasing herself completely – she couldn't do it, but she had to! Finally, as the tears began rolling down her cheeks, she broke down and stammered, "Please, Robert, spa...span...spank me." 

"Say it clearer Including the panties!"

Blushing furiously and crying as she did so, Susan said, "Please Robert, take down my panties and spank me!" 

"Louder!" 

"PLEASE, ROBERT. TAKE DOWN MY PANTIES AND SPANK ME!" Susan practically shouted the demeaning request, then slumped back on her heels, her shoulders and head falling forward, her face hidden.



Susan and the Professor Ch. 06



Robert's anger was largely appeased and he looked down on Susan's pitiful figure, tempted to help her up and cuddle her. However, he still felt it necessary to punish her to ensure that she learned a lesson. So, putting aside his merciful urge, he simply said, "Get up, Susan, and come over here." She struggled to her feet, head still bowed submissively, and followed him to the couch. Sitting down in front of her, Robert commanded, "Ok, raise your skirt!" 

Slowly, but not hesitantly, she reached down to the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist, exposing her pink panties and garter belt and long, dark stockings. This was humiliation piled on humiliation. Obviously this man had seen her naked many times now, and she even had stripped for him like a wanton that first time, but this was different. Forced to expose herself, to lift her skirt against her will, after begging to be spanked was humiliation squared. 

She presented a delectable picture, of course, and Robert, no longer angered, was certainly aware of the pulchritude in front of him. Still, he made no overt signs of sexual interest and simply reached for the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. The puffy triangle of pubic hair guarding her cunt - unlike many blondes, her hair was dense and curly enough to hide the cleavage of her cunt lips - tempted him, but, concealing his lascivious interest, he just ordered, "Lie over my knees!" Again, slowly, but without any futile protest or objection, Susan stepped out of her panties, which were around her ankles, and meekly did as instructed, presenting her ass cheeks for punishment. Actually, at that point she was so completely overwhelmed by all that had happened that her submission to Robert's desires was complete. She really wasn't thinking, just waiting for orders from her master. She had never abased herself to anyone like this before and she just had no mind of her own. Thus, when Robert's hand came down on her ass with a resounding "slap," she made absolutely no effort to struggle or protect herself. She truly was a slave being disciplined, completely under his control. 

The spanking was nowhere as harsh as the first time with Robert, but the continual slapping still was painful. Slaps and moans or "ouches" alternated, and Susan did writhe around as it continued, but she made no effort to escape or to evade the blows. As always, the cheeks gradually turned beet-red and became extremely tender as Robert administered a spanking rigorous enough to be remembered and to act as a deterrent in the future. Unlike the first time, however, he was quite aware of the sensual nature of what he was doing and of the bottom on which he was doing it. There was tremendous tactile pleasure in feeling his hand contact Susan's smooth, silky skin and in the bounciness of the ass cheeks. This time instead of impersonally and angrily inflicting punishment on those cheeks, he paid a great deal of attention to the ass, itself, and to the cunt peeking out below. 

Finally, with his cock demanding attention, he deemed the chastisement to be adequate, and, setting Susan on her feet, led her to the bedroom. There, without being told, Susan stripped off all of her clothes, lay down on the bed and, without hesitation, raised and spread her legs. By that time, Robert had also undressed and, with his cock rampart, moved between her legs and entered her with one push. As usual, the combination of being subjugated and spanked had worked its magic, and her cunt was drenched with lubrication. It was a relatively short but my satisfying session of sexual intercourse, both being highly aroused when it began. As his cock pounded into and out of her cunt, Susan put her legs around him, pulling him in deeper with each penetration. Finally, the stimulation caused Robert to reach climax, and he jetted cum deep into her cunt, the extra vigor of his surge inward triggering her orgasm. They stayed, welded together, each trying to get closer, to force the cock in even deeper - and then they collapsed, sated and spent. 

Afterwards, they lay there quietly for a while and then, almost as if nothing untoward had happened, went over Susan's readings and analysis. Of course, a great deal had happened, and as she dressed to leave, she promised meekly to be on time from then on. When told that if she were late, the punishment would be much more severe, she accepted the threat as both real and, oddly enough, as perfectly proper. The humiliating and mortifying begging and the subsequent spanking had chastened her, and had created permanent submissive feelings toward Robert. Thus, she accepted his dominance over her, including his right to discipline her. As she had discovered with Jean and Don, once she had been subdued, the one who did so had real control over her. In any case, the lesson was learned: from then on she was on time or, even, early for meeting with Robert - with one significant exception, as we will see. In addition, others, including Jim, were pleased that, for some reason which they really didn't understand, she had reverted back to the punctual person she always had been. So once again, a spanking had a salutatory effect. 

Now, for that "significant exception." Susan did reform, watching the time carefully when she was committed to be somewhere at a particular time, and planning ahead so that she would be punctual. Unfortunately, or so it appeared at the time, fate played a nasty trick on her. Daylight savings time came at the end of March, and Susan dutifully went around the house changing the clocks ahead, along with her watch, timers, etc., and, as with most people, was pleased with more sunlight in the evening. That Thursday, there was a noon luncheon for faculty wives, one which Susan mended with a close friend, Sally Coughlin. Susan dressed with care, thinking as she did so, how Robert would be surprised by her relatively dressy attire. Sally drove them to the faculty club, and would deliver her to Robert's apartment by 2:00 PM. Jim would pick her up at 4:00 PM as usual. 

On the way to the luncheon, Susan was quite emphatic to Sally that she must get to Robert's on time, so Sally simply said, "Ok, honey, you just come over to me when you're ready to leave and we'll go right away. I don't want to stay for a 'social' hour with women I hardly know, anyway!" So, everything was arranged. The food was excellent (which was a surprise), and Susan enjoyed talking with several wives that she hadn't seen since last year. After eating, she kept a careful eye on her watch, figuring that if they left by 1:45, they would easily arrive on time, even if traffic was against them. However, as she was happily talking with another ex-school teacher, Sally hurried up, saying, "Susan! Weren't you supposed to be there at 2:00? I got interested in the conversation and forgot to look at my watch, and, anyway, you were going to come get me when you were ready, so I wasn't worried. But, it's after 2:30, so I thought l'd better check!" 

Shocked, Susan looked at her watch and, relieved, said, "It's only 1:30, Sally. I've been looking every few minutes." 

"Susan! Look at the clock! It's 2:30!" 

"Oh, my god, my watch is wrong! Let's go! Oh, good heavens, I can't believe this!" As they practically ran out to the car and broke several traffic laws on the way to Robert's apartment, Susan agonized over the situation. "Gods, I looked at my watch all the time!" Then, "Damn it, I know what happened! I changed my regular watch last Sunday, but I never thought of my dress watch, so it's still on standard time! Stupid! I never even looked at the time when I put it on! Boy, I'm in trouble!" 

"Oh, for heaven's sake, Susan! You're just late - it's not a major offense! l'm sure he'll understand." 

Susan didn't agree with her, but she hardly could say that she was afraid of a painful spanking! "I suppose you're right, but I do like to be 'on time." Just then they arrived, and, waving goodbye as she jumped out, she hurried to meet her fate. As she rushed into the building and rang the bell, she saw the door ripped open, the knob held by a stony-faced, obviously irate, Robert. Her heart sank even further, if that were possible, as he said, "Well, it's good to see that you condescended to come. I've been waiting for almost an hour - if that's of any concern!" 

"Oh, Robert, I'm so sorry! I hadn't changed my watch to daylight savings time, and I thought that I had plenty of time!" She blurted out her explanation, realizing that she did so that it was extraordinarily weak - daylight saving time had come in five days ago so it might have been a reasonable excuse on Monday, but she had been on time then. In any case, defending herself by saying that she had been careless was not going to work anyway, and she knew that she was in for a spanking, regardless of what she said. That belief was quickly confirmed. 

"I don't care h your excuse is! You were to be here at 2 o'clock, and it's almost three. Unless something serious happened - and it obviously did not - I don't care why you're late! Now, get in the bedroom and take your clothes off." Susan had a momentary surge of hope that he was only interested in screwing her and that she might escape the expected spanking, but as she entered the bedroom any such illusion was shattered. "Come on, undress and get ready for the punishment I promised you." 

Susan reluctantly unbuttoned her blouse, opened it and shrugged it off her shoulders, revealing her almost transparent bra. Her hands went behind her to unfasten her skirt and, as she removed it, she stood there in the bra, matching sheer panties and thigh high hose. Her nipples showed clearly through the thin fabric of the bra and her blond pubic hair was prominently displayed through the panties. She posed there for a few seconds, and then, reluctantly, reached back and released the bra, permitting her large breasts to spill out, quivering and bouncing, almost with a life of their own. Next, she hooked her fingers in the top of her brief panties, lowered them down, and stepped out of them. As she straightened up, she stood there, nude except for her stockings, posing provocatively, still hoping against hope that he would relent and just have sex with her. 

Actually, looking at her would have tempted any straight man. Large breasts jutting out with virtually no sag, nipples erect, just begging to be fondled and sucked. As always, the mass of blond curly cunt hair at the base of her stomach provided an enticing hint of the pleasures waiting between her thighs. Those thighs, themselves, were firm and supple, seemingly just waiting to be spread for his sexual pleasure. Susan actually found herself flaunting her body, leaning back and letting her breasts jiggle, her legs parted suggestively, trying to entice Robert to get carried away and fuck, rather than spank, her. That she could think of just being fucked by another man was startling in itself, but it said something of Susan's fear of a very painful spanking. 

In any case, however, such blandishments were unavailing. Robert was not immune to the obvious attractions Susan was offering, and, certainly, his cock was affected by that blatant offer, but, while he was tempted to put her on the bed and take what she proposed, he had other plans for the lovely woman before him. Saying, "Come over here, Susan, " he led her to what appeared to be a wooden card or game table on the edge of which he had placed a pillow, the whole thing covered by a soft blanket. Susan hadn't even noticed the setup when she came in, and a wave of fear went through her as he directed her to bend over, placing her stomach on the pillow and lowering her upper body to the blanket-covered table top. Then, taking her left hand, he placed a cloth, Velcro-closed handcuff around the wrist and fastened it to the left leg of the table. He repeated this with her right wrist, leaving her lying flat, arms drawn out and totally unable to move. More significantly, with her stomach raised up on the pillow, her hips jutted upwards at an angle, the round mounds of her ass cheeks were prominently displayed and defenseless. 

Robert ran his hands over the soft flesh, saying, "Now you won't be able to get your hands in the way!" Susan was petrified, anticipating another unmerciful spanking with either his hand or the paddle he had used before. Robert surprised her, however, telling her, "I have something new for you. Look! I thought that you would backslide before the semester was over, so I ordered this little implement for you." Turning her head sideways, with difficulty, she saw a strange apparatus, a kind of whip that looked something like a feather duster, although the feathers were replaced by long straps of what appeared to be cloth. Robert dragged the straps over her bottom, across her shoulders and down her neck to her face. She was pleasantly surprised to feel that the straps, indeed, felt like soft cloth, almost like ultra-suede, although somewhat stiffer. In reality, as she discovered later, the straps actually were leather, a very fine, soft doeskin, but, still, what had appeared to be a real ordeal in the offing, now seemed much less threatening. 

Robert pulled back and looked at the delectable sight before him. Susan's ass provided a perfect target for the soft whip in his hand. Pale pink and unmarked, it was like as smooth, soft beach ball. This beach ball, however, was divided in half like a peach, the two halves coming together in the valley between the cheeks and ending at the point that her thighs began, each cheek flowing smoothly into one of those thighs. Susan's raised position, however, caused an interruption in that flow. Where the division of her buttocks ended, that cleavage continued between plump cunt lips, covered with the blond curly hair, which protruded above the thighs, providing a split oval to complement the round, similarly split ass above. Most people are surprised as to just how prominent a woman's cunt lips are, how they bulge out when she is bent far over - as Susan was - but it certainly presents a very feminine phenomenon. 

Robert slowly pulled the whip along Susan's back, twitching it as he did so. Then, he lowered it to the floor and slowly dragged it up her thighs to her hips. It felt so tantalizing as he did so, that, as he started to do it again, Susan shuffled her feet apart slightly so that the strands slithered along her inter thighs onto and through her cunt. It was a very sensuous feeling and her fears of harsh punishment was replaced pleasant feeling of anticipation - of what, she had no idea - but the gentle stroking of the whip was exciting. Certainly she could see no way that such soft material could cause pain. She was in for a surprise! 

Robert finally pulled the whip away, and, with a flick of his wrist, brought the strands down on Susan's behind. The straps fell across the cheeks and curled around the other side, sending a tingle through her. He quickly repeated the blow further down and, then, began a continuous series of strokes, never hitting the same spot twice in succession. He started at the peak of her raised hips and worked downwards, ending on her upper thighs and then back up. He would hit one cheek, the tips of the straps sneaking into the crevice between, and then move and to the other side. When he reached the base of her hips, the protruding cunt lips received the same treatment. When the whipping began, Susan was titillated by the feathery impact of the doeskin strands, actually raising her hips slightly in anticipation of the pleasant sensation. As the whip continued to rise and fall, however, the enjoyable tingle gradually changed to a much less pleasurable sting. 

If someone had been witnessing the activities, it would have appeared innocent, a playful make-believe whipping. Robert's arm moved without vigor as he continued to flick the tendrils over Susan's posterior, not lashing her, not scourging her - just seemingly caressing her with the soft ends of the strands. But, her rear gradually became pink all over, the pink changing to red and, finally, to a burning scarlet. From the top of her hips to her thighs it was as if she had received serious sunburn, one where the sun had only hit her bottom. Actually, this whip was an ingenious device for punishing a misbehaving woman. With a regular whip or lash, as it comes down, the recipient receives a single stroke, devastating and painful, perhaps, but, still, one blow. For that matter, with a paddle or even a hand, each slap is a separate event. With the multi-strand whip, however, each of the twenty straps carried its own little message, and each hit at a different time, having a cumulative effect far beyond the seemingly lack of severity. In addition, the tips of the strands were thicker than the body, each tip imparting a separate snap as it landed. 

For Susan, the metamorphosis from that tantalizing tingle, through an unpleasant sting, to an excruciating agony, was unbelievable. As she thought later, it was as if she had suffered an unbearable sun bum and someone continuously slapped it with damp towel. It was like the famous Chinese water torture - each drop was innocuous, but as they hit, one after another, interminably, they could drive a person insane. For Susan, the first twenty strokes were soothing, even relaxing. The next twenty were annoying. After that, the annoyance became a real irritant, then a pain that just went on and on. At first she just lay there quietly, but soon she was writhing around, her bottom moving side to side to try and avoid what now felt like a lash. 

Robert was a real expert in this type of spanking, making sure that the whip hit all parts equally, that the color of the skin remained uniform. Even in his anger that she had been so late, he still enjoyed exercising his skills as he made sure that all parts of Susan's displayed charms were effectively chastised. However, he was not a sadist and the whipping was nothing like the cruel beating administered years ago by the woman, Simpkins. [The Further Adventures of Susan Adams 3.] There was no bruising, no cutting or bleeding, just a carefully applied punishment administered expertly to give a gradual buildup of pain without real damage. However, it might have been difficult at the time to convince Susan of the difference. 

That hypothetical witness would have noticed another thing. As the whipping went on, the sounds changed. At first, Susan quietly sighed with pleasure as the straps ran over her flesh. There was a light slap, "Oooh," slap, "Oooh, slap, Ummmm,"slap... Then, it was just slap...pause...slap...pause...slap...pause... Then, slap, "Ouch," slap, "Ouch! That stings," slap, "That hurts," slap... Susan's cries became more intense as the pain became more acute. Tears flowed copiously from her eyes. Soon promises were being made, "Please, Robert, stop'. It hurts! l'll be on time from now on! I'm sorry! Please stop!" Her cries were ignored, the whip descending on her tender ass with metronome regularity. In some ways, the punishment was much less powerful than that inflicted by a paddle or, even, by a hard hand, but the regularity, the impersonal flicking and slapping, the stinging, seemed to build up into an unbearable level. Susan began writhing around, clenching her legs together to keep the strands from getting to the tender flesh of her cunt and between her ass cheeks. Her cries became more pitiful as her courage broke and she began to beg for mercy. "Please, stop, I'll do anything you want. Please stop! I'll do anything!" 

The only response was a command, "Stay still!" Then, "Stay still or l'll tie your legs!" Of course, Susan didn't stay still, her writhing and twisting to avoid the lash was reflex action and, in any case, she wasn't really thinking or listening anyway. She never even heard the warning. 

Finally, Robert stopped the robot-like motion of his whipping hand, lay down the instrument and, with another pair of Velcro cuffs, pulled Susan's left leg all the way over to the front left leg of the table and fastened it there. He then pulled her other leg to the equivalent right table leg, secured it the same way, and stepped back to look at her. Now she was spread-eagled over the table, arms and legs locked into place so that movement was virtually impossible. More interesting however, to a watcher, her wide-spread legs left absolutely nothing hidden between them. The cunt lips, which had merely protruded before, now were displayed blatantly, completely open and with every detail graphically visible, even the hole, itself. Above it, in her position, the crease between the ass cheeks was spread just enough for the pink, puckered hole there to be seen. All of this was, of course, surrounded by the crimson-hued hips and upper thighs. 




Susan and the Professor Ch. 06



With Susan now immobile, Robert began, again, to punish those hips, but with new targets now visible. Once again, the strands of doeskin slapped lightly across her ass cheeks, one at a time, but now, the ends could find their way within the crease between them. The area that had been unreachable and, thus, had remain white now began to take on the same rosy appearance of the rest of her hips. Even the asshole, itself, now received a succession of stinging "slaps" that caused Susan to cry out anew. The same treatment, of course, was meted out to her cunt. The strips of doeskin now could hit every part of that delicate organ, curling across her thigh and flicking between the lips, caressing her clit, hitting the perineum between cunt and asshole - everything. Robert even began, every few switches, to bring the whip on an upward swipe between her legs, letting everything feel the "slap," actually, the multiple slaps of twenty different strips, at once. The cries and pleas from Susan just ran together and finally became incoherent as she just gave up and moaned as the blows landed. Ironically, this was undoubtedly one of the least physically damaging spankings (or whippings) ever administered to her bottom. There was no mottled markings, no real bruises as from a paddle, certainly no cuts or open wounds - just a very red, very sore ass, proof that a thousand butterfly wing-like hits can more than match a seemingly crueler hard spanking! 

At long last, Robert felt that Susan had been punished enough - although he doubted her coerced promises of future punctuality. Stepping back, he surveyed his victim and, now that he no longer was motivated by a need to discipline her, he was more enthralled than ever by the wanton display of femininity literally spread out before him. From the side, Susan's position was something like a jackknife, her upper body flat on the table with her hips angled up over the pillow. Her legs then went straight down, fastened to the table legs. From the rear, however, the view was much more intriguing. Her hips jutted upwards, the rounded cheeks, divided in the middle, were shaped like a heart, wider at the top and coming inward at the crotch. From there, the legs were splayed open with her ankles a good three feet apart, the thigh-high hose making them look even longer than they were. With the legs strained this wide apart, the crotch, itself, was split open, every detail in prominent display, the hair-lined outer cunt lips framing the red, fleshy inter lips which, in turn, surrounded the dark hole leading into her vagina. The lips were swollen from a combination of tactile stimulation from the whip and the involuntary arousal brought on by Susan being dominated and spanked. 

Robert's eyes focused on her cunt, lascivious thoughts coursing through his mind. The idea of plunging his rigid cock into the open receptacle was almost irresistible. However, as he looked higher toward the crease between Susan's ass cheeks, another idea flared into existence. Moving to the front of the table, he released her hands and, returning to the rear, commanded, "Pull yourself open!" 

Susan had been in a stupor, tied flat, unable to move, not thinking, just waiting for what would happen next. When her hands were freed, she didn't react, hardly aware of the change. When Robert spoke, it startled her, not because of what he said, but just because she wasn't expecting it. Her reaction was, "Wha...what?" Then, as the words sank in and she realized what he meant, she gasped, "Oh, Robert, I can't! Oh, my heavens, I can't do that." 

Even as she said it, however, she knew that she had no choice. As Robert repeated the command, even more vehemently, she raised up enough to get her arms around, reached back, and hesitantly placed a hand on each ass cheek and spread them apart. "Wider," said Robert, and reluctantly, she pulled outward as far as they would go. 

Susan had suffered through the humiliation of sucking and licking the two couples in Maine, compounded by being required to play with herself in front of them. [The Further Adventures of Susan Adams 6.] She had thought at the time that nothing could surpass the embarrassment she had felt then, but the mortification that flowed through her certainly matched her feelings then. The idea of being tied to a table, whipped, and now to be forced to exhibit her most secret opening in such a servile manner caused the rest of her features to become almost as crimson as her bottom. She felt herself cringing inside as she displayed herself as in such a blatant way, realizing that every minute detail, every hair between her legs was exposed, and, of course, worst of all, her asshole was completely visible. Not only was she spread open, she felt herself to be spread open even more than she was - if that were possible. Somehow it seemed to her that every part of her lower anatomy must be bathed in klieg lights, enlarged to gargantuan proportions the better to disclose everything she had. 

Paradoxically, just as the humiliation of masturbating in front of an audience in Maine had led to an unbelievable orgasm, the embarrassment and chagrin she had suffered, and was suffering, at Robert's hands, began to arouse her. As she lay there and abased herself at his orders, she got than same feeling that usually came to her when someone dominated and controlled her. The submissive side of her nature took over, and she actually began to get pleasure from the very act that horribly embarrassed her. Without realizing it, she pulled harder on her ass cheeks, pushed outward with her cunt, to better display herself in as shameless a manner as possible, her unconscious sensual nature taking over. 

For Robert, the display was unbelievably erotic. He had seen women in similar positions before, but none with Susan's almost perfect, voluptuous body. The spectacle she presented, all of her nether "charms" on show, would have aroused a monk, and Robert was not a monk. Quickly divesting himself of his clothes, he hurried into the bathroom while Susan held her abject position. Returning with a tube of a lubricant, her applied a layer to his rampant cock, and then put a dollop on Susan's asshole, saying, "If there's one thing an Englishman loves more than spanking a beautiful woman and then fucking her, it's spanking a beautiful woman and then buggering her!"



Susan and the Professor Ch. 07



Susan's spontaneous reaction was to beg, "Please, Robert, don't do that! Please just use my cunt!" (Later, as she recalled that request, she was mortified and embarrassed all over again - asking a man to use her cunt!) 

"Haven't you been ass fucked before?" he asked as he began to push his cock head against her. Then, before she had time to react, decide what to say, he went on, "Hasn't Jim ever had you here?" 

Relieved, she blurted out, "Of course not! He would never think of it!" A true statement, of course, but hardly a full answer to Robert's real question - fortunately! 

He, naturally, had no intention of stopping, regardless of her answer, but said, "Just relax. I'll take it slow." True to his word, he eased his cock past her sphincter and began the inexorable entrance into her ass, sliding in, backing out, sliding in further, backing out less, until, finally, he was buried in her anal passage up to his balls. He then began the fucking process, slowly entering and withdrawing, the motion gradually building up until, as he approached his climax, his hips moved like a jackhammer, pounding her without mercy. By that time, however, Susan wanted no mercy - she wanted to be crushed under his assault, wanted to be hammered to orgasm. 

As we know, of course, Susan was not - a virgin when it came to anal intercourse. When Don had first penetrated her ass in Maine, it had been a shock, but, by the time that first episode was over, she had discovered the pleasure of that aberrant sexual practice. Since then, Don had ass fucked her many times to their mutual enjoyment, but this sodomizing was different. With Don, and with Jean involved, the act had been part of an enjoyable, voluntary sexual interlude, but, now, she was just being taken and used. She was tied open below and her upper body was forced downward by the pillow under her abdomen, leaving her defenseless and unable to move. It created a complete sense of vulnerability, of being absolutely under Robert's control. However, as had happened so often in the past, being controlled, dominated, had the perverse effect of arousing her. As she lay there, helpless as he began to enter her, that feeling of being used, being a slave to his desires, had the usual magic effect and, involuntarily, her body cooperated in its ravishment - if that's what it was. Tension disappeared, her sphincter relaxed, her anal passages welcomed the penetration and, in general, she became an active participant in her own buggering. 

However, "active" did not mean a great deal of movement. As the cock pushed past the sphincter, she was able to take her hands away from her bottom and moved her arms back over her head. As the fucking commenced and became vigorous, she grasped the edge of the table to hold herself in place as Robert moved very forcefully in and out of her. In that position, however, legs tied wide open, hands gripping the table, she was unable to make her usual pelvic undulations as she became more excited. The angle of her crotch was such that his balls smacked against her clit each time he pushed inward, sending waves of pleasure into her cunt, but she couldn't even push back effectively. Instead, all she could do was lie there and be pummeled, but, perversely, again, even the inability to move fed the fires building up inside her. That restraint merely reinforced the feeling of being dominated, controlled, and the submissive part of her personality exulted in that, relishing the additional evidence that she was a mere tool to be used by her master. These were not conscious reactions, and in calmer times, she would have furiously rejected such servile behavior, but in the throes of an incipient orgasm, they seemed appropriate, even natural. 

Robert, of course, had no such psychological permutations; he had his cock buried deep in the ass of a lovely woman, fucking her with all his might, which was all that mattered. As he approached climax, he leaned forward, pushing her further down into the pillow, putting all of his weight into the pistoning in and out of her stretched asshole. Finally, the crisis was reached and his cock exploded deep within her ass. At the same time, Susan was in the midst of a long, almost continuous orgasm - no violent undulations, no thrashing around, just a stream of internal convulsions that were among the most satisfying of her life. Her cunt was empty, but, nonetheless, she felt as if waves of pleasure were emanating from it. At the end, she squeezed inward, both with her cunt and ass, causing even greater pleasure for Robert as her sphincter tightened around his cock. When he had ejected the last of his cum into her, he fell forward, satiated, flattening her even more, but even that added to her feeling of being dominated and she had one last convulsion before she, too, was sated. 

As his cum jetted into her, Robert stayed rigid against her hips for a few seconds, and then slumped forward over her back. He stayed there for close to a minute, recovering, his deflating cock still buried in her asshole. Finally, he straightened up, slowly withdrawing from the now commodious opening, and looked down. He saw a dark red, quarter-sized aperture, going deep into her body, the still dilated asshole looking like a round, wet funnel, ready to welcome another penetration. The skin around the hole, usually puckered, now was stretched taut, shiny and smooth, glistening with the cum that had followed his cock out. He watched with fascination as the stretched sphincter gradually began to contract, the opening to close, and the normal puckered appearance beginning to reappear. Suddenly, he came to his senses, realized that Susan was still spread-eagled over the table, beginning to struggle to get up. 

Bending down and releasing her ankles, he reached forward and, taking her by the shoulders, helped her to rise. Susan stood there unsteadily, her legs, strained from being held wide open for so long, didn't want to come together. In addition, her entire cunt area felt swollen from the whipping and the subsequent ass fucking and, to make it worse, her upper body had been bent down and flattened the entire time, making it hard to straighten up. "Are you all right?" Robert asked solicitously. Susan finally was able to stammer out that she was ok, but her thinking was still fuzzy, not knowing just how to react to the unbelievable experiences of the last hour. The pain, the humiliation, the embarrassment, all had contributed to one of the strongest orgasms of her life, but that, itself, was embarrassing! Oddly enough, there was little of her normal feelings of submissiveness usually followed a spanking or other such punishment. Certainly, a man who had tied her down, whipped her and then sodomized her would have her as an abject slave, at least until the feeling wore off, but not this time. 

So, while Susan was flustered and confused, she slowly regained her equilibrium and was able to reply more firmly, "No, I'm all right. Just let me sit down for a moment." Then, "Ouch!" as she sat down hard on her very sore bottom, a painful reminder that something significant had occurred before the ass fucking. 

Robert mistook her yelp, asking, "Did my cock hurt you? If you haven't been buggered before, you may be a little sore." 

Standing up again, quickly, Susan replied, "N..no, tha...that didn't hurt. It's my bottom." 

Relieved, Robert reached around her, cupped her breasts, and asked, hopefully, "Did you enjoy it'? Will you want to do it again?" 

Ignoring the first question, Susan blurted out, "Not if you have to use that thing on me again! I won't sit down without hurting for a week. What is that thing?" Then, before Robert could answer, she gasped, "My god, look at the time! Jim'll be here any minute!" Pulling away, she grabbed her panties and slipped them on, fit her breasts into her bra, and hurriedly donned her blouse and skirt. Quickly doing what she could to repair her makeup, ravaged by her crying, she managed, barely, to look presentable as Jim, instead of waiting in the car, rang the doorbell. Amazing herself with her calmness, she opened the door, smiling normally, and a short time later, accompanied her husband to the car. An excellent performance - which had to be continued as she slid, painfully, onto the seat! 

All the way home, Susan sat beside her husband, shifting and squirming on the seat, trying to relieve the continual burning sensation coming from her behind. It was, as said before, like a serious sunburn, and she could find no position that was comfortable. In fact, even the soft seams of her panties were irritating, feeling like sandpaper as they chafed her tender skin. She could hardly wait to get home, remove the panties, put on a very soft and loose gown, and wear nothing under her skirt until the "burn" diminished. 

There was another sensation that conflicted with, or, perhaps, complemented, the smarting coming from the skin of her ass, the feeling coming from the asshole, itself. As she sat there, it actually felt as if she still had a cock buried in her anal passage - perhaps she had been stretched more than before, perhaps the position and angle had, somehow, strained something or, perhaps it was just psychological. Whatever caused it, she sat beside Jim, very conscious of just having been buggered, and, she admitted to herself, she had enjoyed that part of the experience very much! However, the thought of being naked and having anal intercourse with another man only a few minutes ago, sent a burst of guilt feelings coursing through her, making casual conversation about her afternoon difficult. It was a quiet ride home. 

As soon as they arrived, she hurried to the bedroom to change clothes, making sure that Jim did not see her undressed. In the bathroom, she studied her bottom and was startled to see the uniform redness that covered her from her upper thighs to the top of her hips. She bent over in front of the mirror, and was more amazed to see that even the inside of the cheeks were the same bright red, right to the hole, itself. Then, nerving herself, she reached back and pulled herself open, revealing exactly what Robert had beheld - and she was shocked! Never had she dreamed that so much would be revealed in such a shameless way. Her cunt actually gaped open, her asshole leered at her - everything she had was blatantly displayed more obscenely and lewdly than she could have imagined! Still, she was relieved that her hips, while crimson, bore no stripes, no lash marks that would make it undeniable that she had been spanked or, in this case, whipped, thus making it relatively unimportant as far as hiding it from Jim was concerned. With that concern allayed, and forcing herself to put aside thoughts of the afternoon's activities until later, she donned a short, flowing nightgown that didn't cover much, but, also, didn't scrape or abrade her sore bottom. 

Hours later, lying in bed, the image of herself, open like that, both haunted and aroused her. Seeing herself, in her mind, bent over that table, exposing the most intimate parts of her anatomy in such a debased way, humiliated and mortified her and, yet, caused a sexual rush to sweep through her. Once again, the inescapable internal war between her conservative (i.e. prudish) nature, and her almost wanton, licentious sexual urges, caused the struggle that continued to bedevil her. As usual, that conflict led to introspective musings, self-flagellation and condemnation (e.g. "Why do I do things like that? Why do I enjoy all those indecent things? Nice women don't do things like that! Etc. Etc. Etc.) Several times in the past, such lugubrious thoughts could have brought her to guilt-fed tears, but, now, alter an orgy of castigating and reproaching herself, asking herself those unanswerable, rhetorical questions, Susan's sensual side took over and her ruminating took a different course. 

She recalled the peculiar guilty feeling she had felt in the car which had puzzled her at the time, because she had long-ago eliminated that feeling from regular adulterous screwing. In fact, she freely admitted to herself, she had come to really enjoy being with Jim after Don, or, for that matter, Robert, had just fucked her. Even being ass-lucked by Don and being with Jim afterwards no longer made her feel disconcerted as it had the first few times. However, thinking about it, this ass-fucking had been very different - not only the penetration, itself, but the humiliation and whipping that preceded it, her acquiescence and submission and, very embarrassing still, her revealing and outrageously powerful orgasm. She couldn't hide that from herself! 

As she continued her pondering, she found herself considering the whole question of adultery. The dictionary defines adultery as sexual intercourse between a married man and a woman not his wife, or intercourse between a married woman and a man not her husband. It goes on to define sexual intercourse as the penetration of a woman's vagina by a man's penis, his cock in her cunt. A person, in Susan's case, a woman, of course, should feel guilty about committing such a sin, but, in actuality, for many, perhaps most, women, this is the easiest sexual act of all. If overcome by lust, love or whatever, she simply reclines, raises and spreads her legs, and lets the man fuck her. Perhaps she enjoys it, perhaps she doesn't, but, when it is over and his sperm is deposited inside her cunt, she is much the same as she was before. She may berate herself, confess her sin in church or suffer mental trauma, but the act, itself, is natural, normal - even if immoral or, even, illegal. She has committed adultery, but the physical act is easy. 

On the other hand, oral sex is not defined as adultery, perhaps not even "having sex," but most woman, at first, anyway, recoil somewhat from taking that "thing" in their mouth and sucking it. When prevailed upon to do so and the act results in its natural conclusion, the sperm, or cum, is not hygienically deposited into her cunt - it's in her mouth! Does she spit it out, swallow it, or what? The first time an ordinary woman performs that "obscene" act, it certainly is a trauma before, and maybe after, it occurs and certainly requires positive commitment on her part - perhaps more than lying there as the passive recipient of a fucking. 

Even more traumatizing, of course, is anal intercourse; a.k.a., sodomizing, buggering or just plain ass-fucking. For most women, turning upside down, having their cheeks pulled apart to reveal their most secret, private aperture, is embarrassing beyond words. Then to have the tightly closed opening breached and that unhygienic passageway penetrated by a man's cock, is an act never to be considered, much less committed. Even the thought is depraved and permitting such a perversion would be the ultimate debauchery! So, when an ordinary woman, submits to such a debased act, particularly with someone who is not her husband, she is engaging in behavior far more significant than simple vaginal intercourse. It clearly implies a commitment far beyond a simple "affair." Of course, some women enter these things with a hedonistic attitude that "anything goes," but, for the average, married woman, this "non- adulterous" act is most traumatic of all. However, since, like cock sucking, ass fucking is not adultery in its classic form, there is no reason to feel particularly guilty! 

All this ran through Susan's mind in a jumbled way, not particularly coherent or applicable to her own particular situation except indirectly. She had felt a bit strange in the car, but not, she realized, ashamed or contrite - she just felt funny, sitting there, acting ordinary, with Jim after the extraordinary events of the past hour. 

All of this thinking and analyzing about guilt and adultery led her to reflect on Jim's role in all this. When she had first been screwed by Don, it was the result of a spanking and her usual post-chastisement, submissive attitude, and she really had no time to consider what she was doing. Subsequent screwing, as well as sucking and ass fucking, took place in Maine, so by the time she saw Jim again, she was well past guilt - which, she admitted, was very brief, anyway. In any case, Jim took the changes in her behavior in stride and actually was the beneficiary of her extra- marital relations. In addition, while he unquestionably loved her, he tended to be somewhat myopic, and, perhaps, somewhat naive, when presented with clear evidence of her various "indiscretions," i.e. being spanked or fucked. This, of course, made life much easier for Susan, and she had gradually quit worrying overly about arousing his suspicions. For example, after checking her bottom and discovering no welts or bruises, Susan had put on a short, full nightgown that barely covered her ass cheeks, confident, based on past experience that Jim would ignore, or accept a simple explanation for, the crimson skin that it would reveal. However, as she reflected of her rather casual display, Susan recalled her concern, even panic, the one time when Jim had noticed. 

It began the previous year, not too long after the September trip to Maine. Susan began working for Jean in the preparation of her articles, a relationship that turned out to be ideal. Susan's experience as a graduate student and from teaching English made her well qualified to do research and to help edit the drafts Jean produced. They were, of course, extremely compatible, and really enjoyed each other's company and working together. Actually, everything seemed perfect until a series of problems surfaced all at once. Late September saw an unprecedented heat wave that plagued the city, heat compounded by Jean's air conditioner breaking down. A deadline was approaching, so the two women, both wearing as little as possible, sweltered away while continuing to work. Then, catastrophe struck! In the midst of the heat and humidity, or caused by it, a tremendous thunderstorm roared through, knocking out all power to the area - before Jean was able to save the material she had just written! 

That was just too much! A deadline in front of her, the heat, the humidity, the air conditioner, and now, all her work lost because of a power outage - she just blew up! "God damn it, now what am I going to do! Five hours work gone! Stupid computer!" 

As she uncharacteristically ranted on, Susan, who was somewhat edgy, herself, from the heat and the storm, tried to calm her, saying "Come on, honey, we can reconstruct the article and write it on the typewriter. In any case, the power should be back soon." 

However, Jean was not prepared to be placated, and she continued fuming, brushing aside Susan's comforting words, saying, "Don't be stupid! How can I remember what I wrote, and even if I could, how can we type it - it's an electric typewriter, for god's sake!" She went on in that manner for some time, until the usually placid Susan just had enough and exploded.

"Damn it, you can write the stupid article by hand if you want to. If all you're going to do is stand around and yell at the weather, the storm, the computer, the power company and me, I'm going home! You take care of it yourself!" With that, she jumped to her feet and headed to the door. 

Jean was immediately contrite, knowing that she was overreacting and that the abuse she had heaped on Susan was unwarranted, intercepted her, saying, pleadingly, "I'm sorry, dear, I just blew up. I guess we can work something out to get this done." 

Now, however, it was Susan's turn to be intransigent. The heat, the storm that frightened her, Jean's tongue-lashing - everything! - had conspired to made her irritable and uncompromising. "I've had enough, I 'm going home!" 

As Susan went by, Jean, newly irate, reached out and grabbed her, yelling, "Oh, no you're not! You're staying here and helping!" Susan furiously struggled to pull her arm away, but Jean was just too strong, and the two of them grappled with each other, falling backwards onto the couch. As the wrestling continued, Jean's exasperation with the weather conditions, the deadline, the computer, etc., all coalesced into misplaced anger at Susan. Finally getting the upper hand, she swung the smaller woman over her lap, flipped up her skirt, exposing her bare bottom, screeching, "I'll teach you to run out on me! 




Susan and the Professor Ch. 07



As said before, in the heat, neither woman had worn much, and Susan had left off both her bra and panties, and was wearing only what was really a cotton nightgown-dress. Thus, when Jean pulled it up, literally nothing was hidden. In the struggle, the dress worked up even further, and soon, Susan was virtually naked. As usual, she looked delightful, her ass cheeks round and pink; pushing upwards in perfect semi-circles, tempting targets for a spanker's hand. The struggle continued far longer than usual, for despite her relative weakness, Susan was furious, knowing that she was right and that she did not deserve a spanking. She fought valiantly to get free, actually half falling off Jean's lap, incidentally causing her legs to spread widely, displaying her cunt in a way that usually would have caused Jean to pause whatever she was doing. This time, however, all Jean wanted to do was take out her frustrations on Susan's bottom. Actually, she knew that she was wrong, but that only made her more stubborn and determined to win. Finally, she managed to pin Susan flat over her knees, and began to belabor her ass. 

Her hand came down with a resounding snack, causing the cheeks to quiver and flatten, then rebound, leaving a hand print outlined on the pink flesh. Susan let out an indignant and pained yelp, followed by a demand to be let up. Jean, of course, ignored her and began a steady secession of thundering slaps and smacks that quickly turned the pink skin to a beet red. Slap! Smack! Slap! Slap! Smack! Each swat brought a screech of complaint from Susan, combined with a writhing effort to avoid the next slap. The spanking hand was accompanied by a litany of wrongs and grievances from Jean, "Stupid computer!" Smack! "Lousy weather!" Slap! "Blasted air conditioner!" Smack! None of the protests really had anything to do with Susan, but occasionally Jean threw in a scathing comment on "electric typewriters" Slap! and "silly Pollyannas" Smack. It was a relief to have something positive to do, some retribution for the aggravations of the day - Susan just became the available outlet. 

There was something more, however. While she didn't consciously think about it, there was, as always, a tactile pleasure in spanking Susan. Her round bottom was firm and resilient, the skin pink, soft and silky. Even as Jean's hand stung from the impact of the spanking, there was still a sensual, almost sexual, pleasure in the repeated contact with the springy, yielding flesh. She had run her hands over those smooth bare buttocks many times in a purely sexual way, but there was something different about gripping Susan tightly, holding her down by sheer strength, and beating that perfect ass as hard as she wished. It was physically arousing to be in that dominant position, and, as the pink turned to fiery red, to have her surrender and become docile and submissive. Jean was not a sadist, but there was much satisfaction, of many different types, to be derived from spanking Susan. 

For Susan, herself, the sense of being right served to build up her defenses for a while, but ultimately the pain of the spanking overcame her righteous wrath, and she was reduced to a trembling, crying victim, pleading for the punishment to end. An observer would have been fascinated to observe how her ass cheeks tensed and seem to pull in as she anticipated a blow, and how they expanded and rose as the spanking hand withdrew. It was almost as if her bottom were breathing, inhaling and exhaling in time with the rhythmic slapping. Her yelps, moans, sobs and whimpers coincided with the smack, her pleas and entreaties with the withdrawal. That observer also would have noticed that the writhing and twisting had caused her dress to work up to her shoulders, leaving her naked from her breasts downwards. The tits swayed and quivered in unison with the spanking, bobbing back and forth as she twisted away from the spanking hand. Her ass bounced and quivered and took on a solid red color, looking hot and painful even from a distance. 

Jean wasn't interested in any of these things, however. Susan's voluptuousness was lost on her, at least, consciously, as she continued to work out her frustrations. Slap! Smack! Smack! Slap! Slap! The rhythmic blows fell on a now unresisting ass, as Susan was finally defeated, her reserves of stubbornness exhausted. 

At last, Jean lost that manic desire to punish someone or something for all the annoyances of the day, and came to her senses, realizing what she was doing. Suddenly, looking at her handiwork, the crimson ass under her hand, she was filled with remorse, and, helping Susan up, she began apologizing profusely. Actually, these spanking sessions almost always ended the same way, with Jean contrite and regretful and Susan submissive, ready to acquiesce to anything the mistress (or master) asked. As said before, she hated the pain of being spanked, but she loved the feeling of being dominated, of being controlled, and then pampered and coddled like a child. As Jean hugged her, trying to make amends, saying how sorry she was, Susan snuggled against her breasts, feeling cherished and cared for. 

The next inevitable step in the after-spanking sequence was for the two women to repair to the bedroom where Jean smoothed the soothing lotion on Susan's burning ass, followed by the equally inevitable, and very pleasurable, cunt and ass licking and fingering. Ironically, as they were in the throes of orgasm, a fresh breeze through the window heralded the end of the heat wave. Shortly afterwards, the power came back, the computer lit up and, not surprisingly, the automatic save function had preserved all but the last few sentences of Jean's work! So, the whole struggle had been unnecessary, but in reality, the spanking and aftermath served as a catharsis for both of them, their tensions disappeared and they relaxed together with all animosity erased. As Shakespeare said, "All's 'Well That Ends Well," but for Susan, a greater trauma still waited when she went home.



Susan and the Professor Ch. 08



It took a while before they gathered their energy to go back to work, but, once underway, everything was quickly completed. Susan hurried home to start dinner, knowing that Jim would soon be out of class. Unfortunately, with the soothing release of tension by the sexual activity, followed by the wrapping-up of the interrupted work, she simply forgot that her red, spanked behind was barely covered by her short, loose dress, and wasn't even conscious of the fact that every time she bent over her buttocks were completely exposed. When he came in a short time after she started preparations, they talked of the massive thunderstorm, the power outage and the other events of the day as she was busily cooking the food. It was a very companionable time, a very comfortable sharing of their days, and any thought of the spanking was far from her mind. Suddenly, as she bent from the hips to get something from a low cabinet, Jim exclaimed, "Good god, Susan, what on earth happened to your bottom?" 

Susan's heart stopped and her blood ran cold, figuratively, at least, as panic set in. Somehow, and she never knew quite how, she was able to say calmly, "Why, what do you mean, dear? There's nothing wrong with it?" Her voice was calm, but her mind was a jumble of fear as she tried to think of some excuse, some explanation for an obviously spanked ass. 

"Good heavens, it's as red as a beet! It looks like you've been sunburned." Even looking at the evidence, Jim never even thought of Susan having been spanked. He knew (or thought he did) of her innate aversion to any such thing - she'd even fought viciously over a pretend spanking - and who would have done it, anyway. Susan would have been relieved if she had known then of Jim's lack of suspicion, but all she was wracking her brain to come up with a plausible explanation for the unexplainable. Fortunately, she was saved as Jim continued, "You must have rubbed against or sat on something rough." 

That was a feeble excuse, but Susan grabbed it like drowning person reaching for a life preserver, managing to say, in a calm and composed voice, "Oh, I know what you mean. I get that way sometimes when I sit for a long time, particularly on anything coarse. Jean's chair's fabric is rough tweed and I sat there for several hours - and without panties, it was so hot. It'll go away pretty soon." The simple explanation, given in an offhand way, satisfied Jim and the entire matter was dropped as they prepared to eat. However, Susan's blood pressure would have alarmed any doctor that had measured it for the next hour. Still, when she did calm down, she was relieved for she had avoided a catastrophe and, at the same time, built in an excuse if it came up again. In the future, if she were spanked, and there were no blatant welts or bruises, she knew that she wouldn't have to worry about discovery. She wouldn't flaunt it, but she wouldn't have to make a major effort to conceal her "wounds." Thus, the red "sunburn" caused by R0bert's whip really didn't have to be concealed, only not blatantly exhibited. 

It's amazing how relieved a person can be when a crisis arises, threatening, really, everything, and ends with fears banished. As she lay there, her mind running over past traumas on near disasters, she recalled with a wave of remembered panic. What began as the greatest calamity of all, and ended as perfectly as she could have wished. She shuddered as she recalled the frightening incident and the events leading up to it. 

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The near disaster had its roots way back in the first encounter with Don and the subsequent licking of her cunt by Jim. At the time, she had no idea how a freshly fucked cunt looked like, and she assumed, as most women do, that there is little clear evidence outside the cunt lips. However, while in Maine, she had finally seen Jean's cunt after Don had cum in her, and had been astonished at the sight. It had happened after Jean had licked and sucked Susan's cunt after Billy had fucked her. [Sex and Susan Adams 8] Then, when Don fucked Jean, and came inside of her for the first time on the trip, Susan prepared to reciprocate. 

As Don finished, Susan watched closely as his cock pulled out, depositing one last glob of semen on the cunt lips. Jean had stayed back with her legs in the air, thighs parted widely, presenting Susan with a perfect View of a well-used cunt. The hole, itself, was plugged with a white mass of cum and the lips were coated with the overflow. The cunt hair was drenched and in tight ringlets plastered to Jean's skin, with drops of moisture clinging to each strand. The cum was beginning to seep out and had flowed back along the gash of her cunt to the "perineum, creating a small puddle in her upturned asshole. 

Susan was absolutely fascinated and startled at the same time. She knew that a fucked cunt was messy (as she thought of it) after screwing, but, as said before, she had no idea of just how messy or of how obvious it was that the cunt had been used. As she leaned forward to lick Jean, she was aware of the pungent odor of sex, a combination of cum, perspiration and heated flesh, which made it even more obvious that fucking had taken place. She ran her tongue along Jean's cunt, licking up the viscous fluid that coated it. She licked avidly over the cunt hair, pulling the moisture into her mouth and then moving back to the asshole and slurping up the pool of cum that had collected there. Finally, she slid her tongue up and into the cunt hole, itself. There she found not only a mass of cum filling the opening, but also a continuing flow as she pressed her lips to the hole and sucked. She was exceedingly excited and aroused and not thinking coherently, but one thought did come through, "Gods, it's almost like sucking Don's cock! I don't taste Jean's cunt flavor at all, just Don's cum." 

After licking the cunt clean, she sat back and looked between Jean's spread thighs, amazed at the transformation. The "messy" cunt was neat and pristine, the hair damp but fluffy, the lips still gaping slightly with the hole now dark and empty. Except for the puffiness of the lips and the openness of the hole, no one could be sure that a fucking had taken place. It was at that point, however, that a very disturbing thought entered her head. "Oh my heavens, my cunt must be that messy when Jim licked me when I was wet from Don, but I had no idea! He said he liked me wet like that...but he had no idea what he tasted. I'm going to have to be more careful when we go home, maybe wipe myself after Don finishes if Jim is likely to lick me before I can wash. At least I would be dry on the outside...I can't do anything about what's up inside me, but I wouldn't have it all over me. Funny, though, I did enjoy licking Jean's cunt hair when it was coated with cum. That was the first time that Jean licked my cunt after I had been screwed...I wonder if she liked it." 

The following morning, when she and Jean were alone, she asked, "Jean, honey, was it obvious that Billy had fucked me when you licked me last night? I mean, was I really wet? You were just soaked from Don and I wondered if I were like that, too." 

"You were absolutely covered with cum, and when I sucked your cunt, it just poured out! I couldn't believe that he had put that much into you! I had wondered what a freshly fucked cunt would be like, and now I know! I was tempted to lick you after Don had you that first night, but I wanted to have his cock in me right away so I just looked at you. I've thought about it several times since we came up here, but the timing didn't seem right - Don always came in you after I had already been screwed and I just couldn't bring myself to do something that...that 'kinky,' I guess. It really was funny, last night. It was almost as if I were sucking Billy's cock! I want to lick you after Don has you now to see if it seems the same."

"That's just the reaction I had last night! It was just like sucking Don! I had no idea that there was so much stuff outside after screwing, and I certainly didn't know that so much would pour out when I sucked you. The funny thing is, I really enjoyed doing it and, most surprising, I think, I really liked knowing that I was tasting Don's cum on and in your cunt. I've licked your cunt many times, but this was really different, very sexy, very exciting. I want to do that again!" 

"I really liked it too, dear, and I certainly intend to do it to you often, after either Don or Billy fucks you - I can't wait to see what you're like after Don has you. However, we have a problem if you want to lick me when I'm covered with cum. Don always cums inside of you, so my cunt stays clean except for my juices." Then, laughing, "Maybe we'll have to find someone else to fuck me!" 

"I'll bet Billy would love to! What I'm worrying about now, however, is Jim. That night when Don first fucked me in your bedroom, I went right home and Jim licked and sucked me, not five minutes later. If my cunt was as "messy" as yours was last night, he had as much of Don's cum as if he actually had sucked his cock. He said I was very wet and that I tasted different, but he likes me wet and he seemed to think that the moisture and flavor was just me when I was very hot. I feel funny, though, knowing that he licked another man's semen off of and out of his wife's cunt after she committed adultery. Even more, though, I expect that Don will continue fucking me after we go home, and I'm afraid that Jim will be sure to notice, sooner or later - particularly if he sees my cunt after Don used it!" 

"Wow, I hadn't thought of that. It's one thing for us to lick cum off each other's cunt, but it's another to have a man do it. I knew that Jim licked you that night - remember, I heard you saying how good it felt - but I just never thought about how wet your cunt was. I remember, though, that you had stuff outside, although Don put most of it deep inside you. That is a problem, honey, because I know that Don will want to keep on fucking you as often as possible, and Jim is bound to lick you afterwards. We both know now that a fucked cunt does not taste like an unfucked cunt, and I don't know how he could not notice the difference. 

"Of course, he's tasted Don's cum in you once and assumed that it was your wetness when you were really hot, so probably he will keep on thinking that, particularly so if your cunt is full from Don most of the time in the future. He'll think that is the way your cunt should taste, and will wonder why it's different when Don hasn't had you! You're right, though, about his seeing you after fucking. There's no way you could get that wet outside your cunt! You'll have to wash, or at least wipe, yourself so that you look 'unused.'" 

"That's what I thought. I'll still be full inside and it certainly will seep out, but most will stay inside until he sucks it out. You're right though, if Don screws me one-tenth as often as he has this month, that's the only flavor Jim will get from my cunt. You know, I really shouldn't admit this even to you, but the idea of my husband licking and sucking my cunt after another man has had me really turns me on. I wasn't really aware of the circumstances that first time, but subconsciously I knew that I was really wet from Don, and it excited me. I'm looking forward to the next time Jim goes down on me when Don's cock has been in me and has flooded my cunt. 

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Actually, of course, that occurred as soon as they arrived home, as recounted before, and, as described, both Susan and Jim enjoyed it very much. As a result, Susan no longer had a major worry about the condition of her cunt after fucking, although she took the reasonable precaution of wiping the lips and hair before going home when she expected Jim to want sex with her. So, with her fears allayed, she enjoyed her frequent bouts of intercourse with Don, knowing that the cum inside of her cunt would really improve her screwing with Jim. 

The next two weeks brought no new experiences. Don continued to screw Susan several times a week and she also sucked him on occasion. Her bisexual relationship went on as before, of course, so Susan had plenty of sexual satisfaction. Jim 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. 

That changed the third Friday after the return from Maine. On that particular night, Jean and Susan had a long and relaxing session of sex, not expecting Don to get home in time. Just as Susan went down to leave, Don came in through the garage door, hurrying to have time to fuck her. Jean and Susan were just kissing goodnight and were surprised to see Don as he came in quietly and embraced them both as they kissed. "Come on, girls, let's go back up for a while - we should have time." 

"Oh, Don, darn it, it's late already and Jim will be waiting. Maybe I can come over tomorrow morning after he leaves." 

"Damn, I don't want to wait till tomorrow. I've been thinking of fucking you all day! Can't you take the time?" 

Then, Jean chimed in, "Why don't you take her standing up, dear, the way you used to do when we couldn't find a bed. Come on, honey, open your robe and lean back against the wall." 

Susan did as she was told, opening the robe all the way, exposing her tits and cunt, saying, "Shhh. Jim probably is just over in the hallway waiting for me. Now, what do we do?" Don quickly took his pants and shorts off, exposing a long, very hard cock. Coming close to Susan, he easily raised her up and, as she spread her legs, moved between them, his cock searching blindly for her hole. Jean quickly dropped down on her knees and looked up at Susan's completely exposed ass and cunt. From her position, absolutely nothing was hidden and, taking Don's cock in one hand, she lined it up with the gaping cunt hole and directed it in. 

Don immediately buried himself deep into Susan and, as she raised her legs and wrapped them around him, began to pummel her cunt with a vigorous in and out fucking motion. He was not in as deeply as when he was on top of her, but the penetration was more than adequate. They quickly fell into a rhythm, panting and grunting with effort. Susan was already hot from her session with Jean, heat that was added to not only by the fucking but also by the knowledge that Jim probably was in earshot, not over twenty feet away. Adultery seemed sweeter under those circumstances. 

For Jean, her position beneath them provided an unbelievable view of the cunt-cock conjunction. She had seen Don fuck Susan close to one hundred times, but she had never had such a prime view of the actual penetration. She had left her hand on the cock as it began its in and out cycle, and she was fascinated by the warm, slick feel of the cock as it came out, covered with Susan's lubrication. She then moved her hand down and began playing with the balls that swung back and forth as they screwed, becoming smaller and tighter as the climax approached. 

As the cock first entered Susan, Jean had watched closely, enthralled by the way the cunt opened to accommodate it. At the same time, her had eyes focused on the Susan's ass which was also spread open, exposing her asshole. Reaching up with her other hand, Jean touched the hole and found it already wet from excess lubrication flowing back, and she slowing inserted her middle finger and began an in and out motion that matched the fucking pattern. Within a short time, her finger was in all the way, and she just finger-fucked Susan's ass at the same time her husband fucked her cunt. She actually could feel the cock sliding through the cunt through the thin membrane separating vagina and anus. 

Needless to say, this dual action drove Susan into frenzy, causing her to buck against Don, encouraging him to pound back. Fortunately, the wall against which Susan was being fucked was not connected to their part of the house, for it quivered and shuddered as Don banged Susan against it. The fucking did not take long since both were so aroused and both, almost simultaneously climaxed, Don pouring a river of cum into Susan as her cunt squeezed and welcomed it. However, despite Don's size and strength, the position was strained, and his cock did not deposit the cum as deeply as usual. In fact, as the mutual orgasm continued, his cock came out of her and shot directly onto the outside, into the hair and onto the lips, covering her cunt with a thick coating of undiluted, hot cum. 

From below, Jean watched, enthralled, almost, she thought, like watching a porn movie. She knew from watching and sucking that Don produced a large quantity of cum, but this exceeded anything she had imagined. While the first ejaculation had been inside, as the cock pulled out, it continued to shoot as Don futilely attempted to find the hole again. Jean quickly grabbed the cock and, holding it clasped in her hand, acted like a cunt as it slid in and out between her fingers. She found it to be fascinating as she directed the spurts onto the cunt lips and over the hair. As the flow finally diminished, Jean, looking from below, almost directly beneath Susan's widely splayed legs, could see only a translucent, white mass with matted hair protruding through. It was the most obviously fucked cunt one could imagine, far more so than when she had licked Susan after Billy had screwed her. 

As Don pulled back, Susan let her legs fall until she was supporting herself by leaning on the wall. She felt almost dazed by the vigorous pounding she had absorbed as Don banged her against the wall as he plunged in and out of her body. It unquestionably the most physical intercourse she had undergone and, certainly, one of the most satisfying. She really felt screwed, felt more than ever before that she had been really been dominated and taken. As she pulled her legs together, it almost seemed that something was in the way. The impediment was a pair of cunt lips that already were swollen, both from the excitement and from the bruising they had taken, first from Don's brutal (but welcome) pounding, followed by the jabbing, almost spearing, as his cock came out and tried to get back in. They might be bruised and painful later, but they felt wonderful right then. 

In any case, as Don pulled away and, after a brief kiss, left, she turned on shaky legs to head home. Jean struggled to her feet, cramped from holding her position beneath the fucking couple, and briefly embraced Susan before she left. "Gods, I've never seen anything like that! You two almost broke the wall! Don fucked me standing up when we were going together, but it was never like that! Boy that was something!" Then, almost as an afterthought, "Be sure you wipe yourself, honey. Don put most of his cum all over your cunt. You'd better not let Jim see you like that!"



Susan and the Professor Ch. 09



Susan's mind was still muddled in the aftermath of the screwing and Jean's words were heard but not absorbed as, following another brief kiss, she literally staggered the few feet to her own door. In any case, she had no opportunity to do anything about the state of her cunt, for as she stepped through the door she was swept up into Jim's arms and borne off to bed. However, as he stripped her robe off and laid her down, Jean's words finally surfaced causing a sudden consternation as she realized that she desperately needed to do something to conceal her most recent adultery. "Oh, Jim, let me go, honey! I've got to wash myself!" 

Jim pulled back and looked at her with a very surprised look on his face. Susan had never worried about the condition of her cunt before, and he couldn't see why anything should be different now. Even in the dim light she saw his expression and, trying to think of some reasonable explanation for her abnormal actions, she blurted out, "I got really hot while watching the movie, and I'm sure that I'm messy down there!" 

Unfortunately, she had said exactly the wrong thing. If she had said that she needed to go to the bathroom or, even, just get a drink, Jim would have quietly, without thinking, told her to go ahead. Now, however, he, more than ever, wanted to see her cunt, something he rarely did before having sex - he was usually too eager for the main event. This time, however, on the worst possible occasion, he decided to look, and before she could move he said, "Don't be silly, dear, I love you that way. Let me see." With that, he turned on the light, knelt on the bed and, grabbing her ankles, spread her legs and pushed them up, completely exposing the entire area between her thighs. After staring at her cunt for what seemed to her an eternity, he said to Susan, "Honey, I've never seen anything like this! You're covered with stuff - I can't believe it! 

Her heart entered her throat as she tried to think of something to say to divert his attention, to keep him from recognizing what was covering her cunt and what she had done. Fortunately, her mind and voice were as petrified as her body so that she didn't compromise herself before Jim saved her. If he had thrown her a life preserver when he gave her a way out about her spanked bottom, he launched life boat now. "Boy, that must have been some movie to get you that wet. I've heard of women who actually spurt like a man, but I didn't believe it! You may not do that, but you sure do gush!" 

To her unbelievably happy shock, the inconceivable had happened - Jim stared at the obscene looking cunt as if he were examining an enticing, seductive phenomenon, with no hint of suspicion. His exclamation of shock was quickly followed by an expression of enthusiasm, stunned but happy that his wife could be so aroused as to produce such a profusion of, he assumed, female ejaculate. "My god, honey, you must have really gotten hot! What movie were you watching? We'll have to get several copies if it affects you this much!" Once again Susan had been saved by the sheer impossibility of anything but innocent excitement on her part. As before, she had been with a woman friend, alone, watching a movie - what else could it have been? 

However, to be honest, even if Jim had known that Susan had been visiting another man, he never would have suspected her; love truly is blind. In actuality, Jim was right. Except for the unique development of events leading to Jean spanking Susan, that experience leading to lesbian actions and that, in tum leading to that first adulterous fucking, she never even would have dreamed of letting another man touch her. Consequently, Jim's seemingly myopic, and naïve, behavior makes sense, even in the face of a very well fucked cunt. Of course, he wasn't thinking too clearly, either; already hot and ready to screw his wife, he was delighted to find her wet and primed. Finding that his wife would ejaculate, or, at least, pour out female cum, elated him because he wanted her that way. (Fortunately, the continued and frequent fucking of Susan by Don would, in the future, ensure that he almost always had a wife with a saturated cunt, so he would get what he wanted!) 

In any case, while his meaning didn't get through at once, the world suddenly got brighter as Susan realized that, far from suspecting her infidelity, he thought she produced the cum covering her cunt. She was almost giddy with relief as she jumped into the life boat, gasping out, "Am I really messy, honey? I know I got hot during the movie, and I intended to wipe my pussy before I came home, but I just forgot. I know that I really get wet and ooze when I'm hot, but I never thought that I would 'gush!' Am I really very wet?" 

"Wait a minute, dear," Jim said as he hurriedly got up off the bed and went over to her dressing table and got a hand mirror. "Look!" He held the mirror so that she could see her cunt's reflection, and she was astounded at what she saw. It was no more than three of four minutes since Don's cock had ejaculated all over her cunt, and the cum was still white and thick, too thick even to run. The hair was matted down and thickly coated, with the color barely showing through. The lips were wide open and conspicuously swollen. As Susan had closed her legs and walked over, the cum had been spread evenly from top to bottom, filling the groove within her cunt, completely hiding the flesh underneath. The hole was even hidden under the thick, concealing mass. 

As Susan stared at the reflection between her own legs, she felt her heart sink, once again, certain that her infidelity was too obvious to miss. She lay there, numbly, finding it hard to believe that Jim did not recognize the very obvious evidence that she had been fucked. However, she immediately recognized that her only hope was to accept the way out he had shown her, and, trying to head off any more logical evaluation of her cunt's condition, she hurriedly said, disingenuously, "Good heavens, honey, I can't believe that much stuff came out of me! No wonder my panties get so wet when I get excited. Do you mean that some women do this regularly? I thought only men did that." 

"Well, I've only read about it, but you certainly have more than your normal lubrication on you. You know, I'll bet you were like this a couple of other times when you seem very wet. Wow, wouldn't it be something if you were like this regularly!" 

"Would you like it if I were "messy" like this more often?" 

"I'd love it. You know how I like to lick you when. you're wet. Boy, you're certainly wet now!" 

"Well, I've always been afraid that you wouldn't like it if I were too wet, so I've tried to wash, of at least wipe, myself before I come to bed or come over from Jean's after a movie. Would you rather I didn't?" Looking again at the mirror which she was now holding, she added, "You surely don't want to lick me when l'm like this - let me wash first." 

"You're kidding! Watch this!" With that he leaned forward and ran his tongue the entire length of her cunt, licking up a considerable quantity of the cum in the slit. Susan watched in the mirror with fascination as her husband licked and swallowed the residue of her adulterous fucking. He started by running his tongue along the crease between her legs and her cunt lips, removing the overflow that had spread there as Susan closed her legs. He went down the cunt lips, licking until the hair emerged from beneath its coating. Finally, he entered the cunt, itself, and ran his tongue through the mass of white mucus-like substance. There was far too much material to be taken up in one pass, and he was forced to lick and suck for some time before the red color of the inter lips was clearly visible. At long last, the cunt hole was revealed, still clogged with that same thick white gelatin. Pursing his lips over the hole, Jim stuck his tongue inside and twirled it around, cleaning out the last reachable remnant of Don's cum. 

Susan stared, almost in a stupor, as Jim began the cleansing of her adulterous cunt. She could clearly see the shimmering, jelly-like material which coated her hair and filled the groove of her cunt, material she knew was the cum, probably still warm, from Don's cock. Somehow this was different from previous occasions when she had been "messy," for this time the cum was not mixed with her lubrication - it was pure semen. She had the wildest conflict of feelings; knowing that he had licked Don's cum from her cunt was very different from seeing him do it. Rather than being particularly aroused, she was still somewhat numb, watching with an almost detached feeling. 

However, as his tongue flicked over her clit, her disassociation vanished and was replaced by and almost orgasmic convulsion. Without volition, her pelvis began flexing up toward Jim, pushing her adulterous cunt toward him, welcoming, encouraging, him. As she watched the rest of the thick, white semi-fluid substance being transferred from her cunt to his mouth, one tremor after another went through her body as she luxuriated in the perverted pleasure driving her. While in one small corner of her mind she abhorred what was happening, the sinful actions, the debauched side of her nature dominated and she continued, by her actions, to encourage Jim to carry on the depraved licking and sucking. By the time that he had finally consumed the last of the external cum, she was in a frenzy to be fucked, throwing her legs even higher and spreading them even wider. Jim, wildly excited himself, took her hint and threw himself on her, his cock piercing her and going in to his balls in one surge. The fucking was one of their most vigorous, but it was short, both being far too stimulated to hold back. It was almost with relief that they separated and lay together, both exhausted, mentally and physically, by the fabulous experience. 

In the aftermath, as they wound down, Jim couldn't say enough about how he loved her wet cunt and the excitement it indicated. He already had shown his enthusiastic approval of her more outgoing, liberal attitude toward sex and style of dress since her trip to Maine. He knew that the changes actually had begun earlier (with her first spanking by Jean, although he didn't know about that), but the "new" Susan obviously was formed in Maine. Of course, he would have been astounded, and probably horrified, if he had any idea of how changed she was sexually. Once again, however, ignorance really was bliss, and he loved the "new," freer Susan who wore short skirts, sexy evening dresses for faculty receptions - and was very wet when he screwed her! 

Susan, as usual, had a mind full of contradictions. On the one hand, when she no longer was sexually aroused, she felt that her behavior was disgraceful and that she should feel a real sense of guilt and betrayal. However, she was forced to admit to herself that she had no such feeling. In fact, the dominate feeling she did have was one of relief. She had seen her cunt completely coated with Don's cum, as clear an image of a fucked cunt that she could conceive of, and Jim had accepted it without a qualm. As a result, she knew that she never again would need to worry about how "messy" her cunt was or bother to wash or wipe it before sex with Jim. In fact, it was readily apparent that cleaning herself would actually diminish his pleasure - and, oddly enough, her's too. Perverted or not, she recognized, more than ever, that she really enjoyed committing adultery, having her cunt dripping with fresh cum, and having her husband do the cleaning! Maybe she was depraved and degenerate, but she loved it! 

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As Susan lay there, replaying those traumatic events over in her mind, she still could hardly believe how fortunate she had been. She might have blurted out the wrong thing; Jim might have suddenly realized that she couldn't have gotten that wet by herself or... anything! As it happened, however, what might have been a tragedy became, instead, one of the best things that could have happened. Serendipity! Since then, she had paid no attention to the condition of her cunt and, in any case, it never could be "messier" than it was that night! 

None the less, as she ruminated about her marriage, which she felt was a very good one, she couldn't help but speculate about her almost guiltless committing of adultery with several men. The amazing thing, in some ways, was that she continued to be fundamentally a complete innocent despite the commission of what most people would consider multiple immoral acts. She never initiated action and, instead, was always the passive recipient of another's sexual overtures. She was always surprised by her own strong reaction to sexual titillation, becoming aroused easily and responding eagerly to outside stimulation. This, of course, was particularly true when she had been spanked first, the spanking triggering the submissive side of her makeup and, seemingly, releasing her from the need to feel guilty. 

Interestingly enough, even the people who had sex with her tended to think of her as naive and that they, somehow, were the lucky ones to be involved with her. Even Jean and Don, despite the hundreds of sexual activities with her, and knowing of her involvement with others, still treated her as if she were a neophyte that should be handled tenderly. (Not too tenderly when they spanked her, of course!) Robert considered her to be an innocent young housewife and mother who, despite her exhibitionism that started the "affair" (if you could call it that), certainly never had done anything like that before. Somehow, Susan just projected an air of virtue that was communicated to other people, even when they were taking advantage of her supposed innocence. 

Outside perception, however, is not everything, nor, for that matter, is internal rationalization, and Susan still felt that she should feel more guilty than she did. The saving feature of all this, and the reason that, perhaps, she didn't feel more repentant or contrite, was the fact that she never had an affair in the classical sense. As said before, her carnal activities all were basically recreational sex, having nothing to do with her marriage. Oddly enough, that is the argument usually made by men who have been "found out" - they were just playing around, having fun, not being unfaithful in the true sense. This is another of those areas where men and women see the same facts in different lights. 

When women have affairs, they usually tend to romanticize the relationship, even when they know that it is ephemeral. They love the idea of "love" or, better, "amour!" They enjoy the cuddling, the kissing, the fondling, the "sweet nothings" - all the things that tend to be missing in a marriage that is solid, but no longer new. A marriage may be stable and secure, the partners loving each other, but, inevitably, real world problems intervene, children take time, personal traits become repugnant, etc., and, as a result, passions dim. Sex may still be good, but the spice of wooing and seduction gives way to the routine of normal life. In an affair, though, that zest is still there, augmented by the element of doing something immoral and dangerous. Everything is new, both participants are on their best behavior, bad or annoying habits haven't had time to grate on nerves. Perhaps of most importance in an extramarital affair, however, is the assurance that the woman is still attractive to another man. So, she does all those feminine things that attract men that, probably, she doesn't do with her husband as she did in the past - always appearing neat and well made up, wearing sexy clothes and underwear, looking at him with soulful eyes, etc. 

None of means that sex is unimportant to the woman, just that it is secondary. Actually, if the relationship is intense and the if the lover provides the requisite amount of romantic ambiance, she probably will be amenable to almost any sexual activities that he suggests, including vaginal, oral and anal intercourse - doing things, as we discussed earlier, that she would never do with her husband. She will risk her marriage, her reputation, accept a possible pregnancy, almost anything, while under the thrall of "romance." She would not do these things if it were just a sexual fling, but she happily "put out" sexually to continue the liaison. The man involved may play the game and say the right things, but the odds are that all he really wants is to get into her! The woman, naturally, refuses to recognize this, and, as said before, romanticizes the relationship, making it a "love affair" and her lover a prince among men. 

Actually, of course, most women in these situations are fantasizing and realize that it won't last, nor do they want it to. She goes home to her husband and children renewed, more self-confident - really, in some ways, a different, perhaps more interesting, person. As with Susan, adultery often makes a marriage better if it is handled well. The wife gets her romantic interlude, that confidence booster, costing the cuckolded husband nothing if he doesn't know. These affairs can, obviously, get out of hand: marriages can be disrupted, lives ruined, reputations besmirched by carelessness, bad luck or, worst of all, actually falling in love with the fellow adulterer. Still, for most women, it is just a fascinating game and, except, perhaps, in the first heady flowering of the affair, she knows that it has no real "meaning," just the veneer of romance giving it the aura of something more significant.

Men, on the other hand, tend to be much less complicated - the woman has tits and a cunt and he wants to play with the tits and fuck the cunt. This is not to say that he has no feelings for the woman or the romance doesn't enter the picture, just that those feeling are secondary to the drive of his hormones. While romance, at least its illusion, motivates the woman, sex drives the man. In most cases, he is reasonably satisfied with his home life and his wife, but a new cunt has compulsive appeal. He wants variety, something different - and, probably, the same reassurance that the woman wants - that he is still attractive to the opposite sex. Most men have no thought that the affair is anything but a diversion, totally inconsequential in the overall fabric of their lives. As with most generalizations or group characterizations, this doesn't describe all men, for some are as romantic or illusional as any woman, but it certainly fits most of those engaging in extramarital "playing around," which is how most of them see it. No big deal, just playing around. 

This gender-biased view of affairs is what really causes problems: men and women see the same act through different eyes. Women romanticize these liaisons when involved in them themselves, placing great importance on the non-physical elements, while downgrading the significance of the carnal aspects. Of course, the sensual side is very important to them too, but they usually don't like to admit that they are driven by those erotic urges - there has to be a deeper meaning, a "love" element. Therefore, they find it impossible to believe that their husband could be interested in the "other woman" solely for sex. A woman pictures her husband and the "other woman" lying in bed, exchanging intimate secrets, making love, not "having sex." She is far more concerned about what was said, what loving pledges were made, what confidences were given. She may say that she doesn't care about what they did - the screwing is relatively unimportant - but she can't stand the idea of the personal, loving intimacy. Unfortunately, however, no matter what the husband says, she cannot believe that it was "just sex!" 

Thus, if a woman discovers her husband engaged in an adulterous relationship, she just knows that he really wanted a "love" affair, and will be certain that his affair must reveal deep problems in their marriage, perhaps enough to end it. Often she will blame herself for not being appealing enough to keep his sexual needs satisfied - a way of looking at it fostered by women's magazines and novels. Interestingly enough, it seems that even when a woman has had an adulterous relationship of her own and knows that it had no deep meaning, she still has a difficult time believing that a mans affair was equally inconsequential. 




Susan and the Professor Ch. 09



The man, on the other hand, knows that his affair was relatively unimportant, but he cannot accept that hers was equally so - but for a different reason! His first reaction usually is not to speculate on possible flaws in the marriage and certainly not on flaws in himself! He is not likely to be concerned about what was said (unless it was about him), only what they did! He doesn't picture the lovers lying together exchanging intimacies, pledging fidelity to each other. No, his immediate response is likely to be fury that another male has encroached on his property, put a cock in his private cunt! The idea that he had failed her in some way never enters his mind. His adultery is nothing but a man being a man. She, however, is his property, his chattel, and letting someone else use her sexually is a betrayal, real adultery! Usually, he has great pleasure in fucking another man's wife, but his own wife should remain faithful! 

Obviously, many men don't feel this way about their wife's adultery, and react just as women do - jealousy, grief, introspection, resignation. Other men - such as Don - have no objection to their wives having extramarital sex, accepting that wives can enjoy variety as well as husbands, but those men are the self-confident exception. They may even encourage their wives to have affairs, enjoying hearing of her experiences and sexual activities - interested in what they did, not what they said. More rarely, some women can accept the fact that their husbands can love them dearly, but still enjoy fucking other women, but these women certainly are the exception. Actually, if a woman knows that her husband is inclined to have an affair, her best response is to encourage, if possible, a relationship with a "safe" paramour, a reasonably happily married woman who will be satisfied with a semi-romantic, perhaps long-term, affair. That would permit the husband's extra-marital urges to be satisfied with no danger of a martial breakup. 

The best alternative, almost certainly, would be a threesome - as with Susan, Don and Jean - where the wife can participate sexually with both her husband and the other woman, thus being a part of the relationship and, at the same time, defuse any "fire" that might cause problems. If the wife can genuinely enter into the triangle, actually enjoy the other woman herself, she and her husband will be able to share an intimacy that few can obtain. The husband will love seeing his wife having sex with another woman and, if she can abolish, or at least, sublimate, any jealous twinges, the wife can learn to enjoy seeing her husband fucking their other woman. For example, Jean obviously gets great vicarious pleasure watching Don have Susan, feeling that she is an intimate partner, participating as part of their sexual pleasure. It is a very pleasant thing to share! 

In any case, Susan's sexual excursions could hardly be called affairs as women see them. She had none of the romantic attachments, none of the pillow talk that women delight in. Her activities were, in essence, purely sexual, really part of the dominance-submission syndrome. In any case, Susan didn't think of all these things as she lay there brooding over her lack of guilt, a lack that soon let her fall into a blissful sleep, unencumbered by remorse or shame.



Susan and the Professor Ch. 10



The rest of the semester went perfectly, Susan arriving on time, prepared and interested, making the tutoring a pleasure for both. The sex was equally outstanding, both enjoying it as delightful recreation. Robert now used all three of Susan's apertures, but he was particularly pleased with her willingness to be buggered. He assumed that he had introduced her to that aberrant practice, and was really gratified to find that she welcomed his continued penetration of her ass. Actually, Susan had been quite surprised, even shocked at herself, when he had suggested anal intercourse the next time. She had come to Robert's apartment the Monday following the Thursday when he had whipped her, not knowing quite what to expect or what she wanted. To her relief, Robert proposed going right to work right away and she was soon as ease, going through the assignment and discussion with aplomb. 

However, when the "class work" was over and the "recreation period" arrived, she became nervous again – why she didn't know, since she expected the usual screwing and sucking. When she was naked, Robert began fondling and caressing her as usual, and then, not really to her surprise, led her over to the table where he had buggered her the last time. The real surprise came when, without being instructed, Susan simply spread her legs wide, bent over the table, and reached back for her ass cheeks. She had looked at her reflection in the mirror at home and had been horribly embarrassed, but now, shockingly, and not really understanding herself, she voluntarily reached back and pulled the cheeks apart as wide as they would go, reveling in the wanton display she knew she was making. She had thought of Robert wanting her like that again, and had been embarrassed even thinking of him seeing her in that position. Now, however, something seemed to explode in her mind and, suddenly, being bent over the table, completely exposed and open, knowing that everything was visible, excited her beyond belief. 

Somehow it made her feel pleasantly depraved and degenerate to deliberately pull herself open and expose her asshole, as well as her cunt, to his eyes. She held herself wide as possible until his cock began its entrance, moving her hands, then, to grasp the top edge of the table as he sank into her. As he sodomized her, she relished lying there, face down and bent over, being used, fucked – completely under his control like a slave girl, his cock plunging in and out like a piston. 

Later, of course, she castigated herself for such an obscene act, not understanding how abasing herself so thoroughly could have aroused her so much. Once again, she bent over in front of the mirror and, once again, was appalled by what she saw. Still, even then, she felt a perverted thrill ripple through her as she thought of being so exposed, and, reluctantly, she admitted to herself that she wanted to do it again. Finally, she relaxed and took the advice that Jean had given her many times: "If it excites you and doesn't hurt anyone else, don't worry about why it feels good, just do it!" From that time on, for the rest of the semester, she just let herself enjoy her blatant and indecent display every time Robert wanted to fuck her ass – which was frequent. 

For Robert, this visiting professorship had turned out to be the best, at least sexually, that he had ever enjoyed. He had a beautiful, happily married woman who would enthusiastically participate in virtually any form of erotic activity he desired. Her mouth, cunt and ass were available twice a week and he had none of the trappings of an unwanted "love affair." He could look forward to those two afternoons as pleasant sexual and academic encounters with no worries about uncomfortable ties and strings that would have to be cut at semester's end. So, for an itinerant professor, things were about as perfect as they could be. In fact, when the semester finally drew to a close, Robert, for the first time that he could remember, found himself regretting the need to return home. 

However, while the regular twice-a-week trysts were over with, that did not preclude several spur of the moment encounters. For example, on graduation day, Susan received her master's degree, walking proudly across the stage in her formal robes to receive her diploma and the congratulations of the graduate dean as Jim, Jean, Don and Robert applauded loudly. After the ceremony, Jean and Don left for home while the other three went to a departmental reception for the graduates. The room was full of faculty and students, arrayed in their archaic academic gowns, their hoods draped down their backs displaying their field and school colors. Most resplendent of all was Robert in his (rented) scarlet gown from Oxford, standing out like a beacon in the crowd of plain black robes. As a faculty wife earning an advanced degree, Susan was the center of attention for a time – a heady experience. As the crowd began to thin out, Susan found herself almost alone and, glancing up, saw Robert looking at her. When he was sure that he had caught her eye, he, with a quick motion, nodded with his head toward the hallway. Not knowing just what he wanted, Susan, however, excused herself and went into the hallway, with one of the other women, toward the restroom. Coming out alone, she was not surprised to see Robert several doors further down, standing in the open door of his office. 

She quickly looked around to make sure that no one else was in sight and hurried down the hall and through the door. Taking her by the arm and leading her over to his desk, Robert whispered, "I'd hoped that I could get you alone but I was beginning to 'wonder! Here, lean over." With that, he bent Susan over the desk, reached down and raised her gown and skirt over her back and, with little difficulty, worked her sheer panties down her legs and off. Tossing them onto the desk, he pulled his crimson robe open, took out his cock and, after using his finger to bring lubrication out of her cunt onto the cunt lips, he entered her. 

She was very wet inside, and he was able to sink in completely with one thrust. Not taking time for the usual slow buildup, he began a vigorous fucking motion almost immediately. As he pounded in and out, Susan quickly responded, grinding back against him, welcoming the hammering of her crotch. The circumstances – bent over a desk being screwed in an academic office on her graduation day, the danger with all the people, including her husband, nearby – created an excitement and stimulation that sent waves of lust through her. 

Her passion was matched by that of Robert, and, very shortly, he erupted, sending streams of cum deep into her vaginal passages. Surging tightly against her, he held his cock inside as tightly as possible in the last throes of his climax. Susan, also, reached orgasm, arching her ass into the air, pushing her cunt back as hard as she could against him, seemingly trying to force both his cock and balls into her gaping cavity. 

The climax, of course, lasted only for a few moments, and recognizing the need to hurry, Robert quickly pulled his semi-hard cock out of her and, with an effort, managed to cram it back into his pants. Susan, relieved of his weight (and penetration), straightened up, her skirt and robe falling back into place. Hurriedly, and without a word, Robert peeked out of the office door, saw that the hall was empty, and waved her out. She walked, almost ran, back as far as the restroom, and, then, once past it, slowed her pace as if she had just come out. Her heart was beating at double time as she wondered if anyone had missed her. 

As she entered the reception room, she had a moment of sheer panic for no reason, and as she told Jean later, she, for the first time, realized what Jean had gone through that night when her breasts and cunt had been fondled under her red dress. Somehow Susan just knew that everyone was looking at her surreptitiously, that her forehead must have a gigantic red A emblazoned on it. She really felt like an adulteress, a scarlet woman, as she joined the small group that was left, almost expecting to hear, leeringly, "Where have you been?" 

Instead, as an anticlimax, the conversation went on as if she had never left, merely including her in the discussion as if nothing had happened. As she calmed down and the panic attack dissipated, she realized that no one had even missed her, much less speculated as to whether she was engaged in some sinful activity. Actually, of course, very little time had passed. The assignation had lasted hardy five minutes from the time she entered the office until she was hurrying down the hallway, an excellent example of the relativity of time – it had seemed much longer. So, almost giddy with relief and filled with smugness from having gotten away with something that would have shocked everyone, Susan gaily chatted with faculty, faculty wives and students, secure in the knowledge that the A was there – but was invisible.

Jim came over and they prepared to go, first turning in their rented finery, and heading toward the door. Suddenly, as she walked beside him, she felt a strange, wet sensation on her upper thighs – and panic set in again! "Oh, my god," she thought, "I forgot to put my panties back on! They're back in Robert's office – and, oh no, I wore the ones with 'Susan' embroidered on them!" The wetness, of course, was the cum leaking from her well-fucked cunt, not being absorbed by the crotch of her missing panties, but running down her legs. She tightened her cunt muscles to try and stop the flow while trying to think of some way to get her underwear back. Desperately looking around, she spotted Robert talking to a student and said, "Just a minute, honey, I want to say goodbye to Robert." Quickly, before he could come along, she hurried away and, rather impolitely interrupted his conversation, saying she wanted to ask him something. As the student left, she blurted out, "Gods, Robert, I left my panties on your desk! Get them before someone else finds them – my name's on them!" 

Looking at her with a grin on his face, he replied, "Don't worry, Susan! I picked them up as soon as you left, and they're in my pocket, right now. I think I'1l keep them as a souvenir!" 

Once again, relief flooded through her – leaving her with only the problem of keeping a cunt-full of cum from dripping onto the floor as she headed back to Jim. Sinning just leads to one crisis after another! Talking about it afterwards with Jean, the situation seemed almost funny, but not at the time! However, as she described the office fucking, Susan was astounded by a sudden burst of laughter from Jean who, despite several "What are you laughing at?" questions, went on for some time before calming down. 

Then, still snickering, Jean was able to say, "You're a fixture!" 

"What on earth do you mean, a fixture?" 

"Don't you know that old joke about the secretary who became an office fixture from being screwed on a desk'? You're a fixture!" 

"Oh my heavens, I hadn't even thought about that! I am a fixture! I've been screwed on a desk! Wouldn't the department be shocked – particularly when they took inventory of the office furniture!" 

The last real fucking session was just as surprising to Susan as the "fixture- making" intercourse in the office. The day before Robert was scheduled to fly home, he was invited to dinner at Jean and Don's. Since he had turned in his leased car, Jim was to pick him up and then to deliver him back to the apartment later. Susan knew that this would be the last time they would see Robert, at least on this trip, so she decided to have some fun with no danger of retaliation. She had talked to Jean earlier in the day, saying that she thought it would be fun to tease Robert by showing herself after dinner. 

"You know he really spanked me hard that first time, calling me a cock teaser. Well, I'll actually be a cock teaser! He will be able to look right at my cunt and won't be able to do anything!" 

"Well, I can see that it certainly would be fun for you, but I don't think Robert would be too happy. He'd have a hard cock that he would have to hide and he would be very upset when he had to go home afterwards – his balls would be sore for sure!" 

"Oh, I know, honey. I don't want to be mean, just tease him. I thought maybe you could arrange for him to be with me in the kitchen like that other time, and I could make it up to him by sucking. I'm sure that he would like that, particularly since he's leaving tomorrow and can't have me again." 

"Now, that's different. I'm sure that there will be something I can think of – oh, sure, the game will be on and they'd never miss you. I'll call him into the kitchen for some reason, you can follow, and I'll stand guard like the last time!" 

With the plans in place, Susan prepared by putting on her shortest skirt, with thigh-high hose that came all the way to the top of her legs – but no panties. When Robert and Jim arrived, she didn't wait until after dinner and managed to sit so that she was completely exposed to Robert, teasing him with her bare cunt. When they were through eating, however, she outdid herself, sitting on the couch across from him, she opening her legs blatantly every time she moved. To top it off, when Jim and Don turned on the TV to watch the first Red Sox-Yankee game of the year, she moved down to a floor pillow, completely out of their sight, and let the short skirt work all the way up to her crotch, her cunt hair visible even to herself. For practical purposes, she was naked below the waist, the curls of hair serving as a frame to better display the open inter lips and the cunt hole, itself. She was enjoying herself tremendously! 

However, Robert, as expected, had a different reaction. Her erotic display caused the normal reaction, a very hard cock – which to Susan's delight, he had to shift from side to side in his pants in an effort to become comfortable. At the same time, he appeared to be quite upset at her for teasing him, knowing that he wasn't going to be able to have her. His facial expression alternated from lustful to angry, his eyes shifting from her exposed cunt to her grinning, impish face. When he had a chance, he muttered to her that if he had her in his apartment, he would repeat his lesson about cock teasing and the punishment it deserved. His look and warning would have frightened her on a normal occasion, but now she just leaned back and opened wider. 

Now, Robert was an admirable person, capable of humorous anecdotes and stories, and would laugh hardily at another's jokes. However, his sense of humor was very limited when it came to himself. He was the epitome of dignity, and, just as he would not permit even friends to call him "Bob," he simply could not accept teasing – it was just not in his personality. It should be noted, though, that he didn't find teasing other people to be acceptable either, so he was not a hypocrite, only a bit "stuffy." So, while he couldn't help but be amused, at least to some degree, at her antics, his disapproval of such teasing made him want to exact revenge by repeating the first spanking he had administered to her. Actually, he had remembered the earlier time in the kitchen and he had a feeling that Susan was teasing with plans to repeat the cock sucking, but even that expectation didn't diminish his rancor or his desire to punish. Unfortunately, from his point of view, and hers, such reprisal seemed impossible and he was resigned to enjoying her wanton display without recourse, merely glowering at her – when he wasn't studying her cunt – and looking forward with strangely mixed emotions to at least some sexual relief. 

Suddenly, however, an idea came to him, and, taking advantage of a time when Susan was in the bathroom, he beckoned Jean to join him in the kitchen. When she somewhat reluctantly, not wanting to spoil Susan's fun, confirmed his guess about what was planned, he proposed an alternative to which Jean, giggling, replied, "Oh, I couldn't do that to her!" However, when he offered an inducement, she, still giggling, agreed. Shortly afterwards, when Susan returned, she found Robert back in his chair with a disturbingly self-satisfied look on his face. Now that Jim and Don were engrossed in the game, she was expecting Jean to arrange for her and Robert to be alone in the kitchen – while standing guard at the door to prevent surprises. Instead, she got a surprise of her own. 

After a few minutes, Robert stood up and said that, since he had to get some last-minute packing done and get ready for tomorrow's flight, he probably should be getting back to his apartment. The game was underway, of course, but Jim started, reluctantly, to tear himself away. Suddenly Judas (a.k.a. Jean) spoke up, saying, "Wait a minute, Jim. You're watching the game, so why don't Susan and I drive Robert home?" Needless to say, Jim embraced the idea immediately, and the decision was made. 

Susan sat there, stunned, her mouth open, but with nothing to say. She didn't understand what had happened, why Jean had made the offer instead of acting as a co-conspirator, setting up the session in the kitchen. All she could think of was that Robert had spoken up too soon, before Jean could act – but the whole scene had seemed so contrived, Jean's sudden offer so calculated. However, she thought, "Robert can't do anything bad while Jean is along – maybe I can suck him while she waits in the car." Susan had a big shock coming! 

There was a flurry of goodbyes, "have a nice trip," "hope we'll see you soon," etc. as they prepared to leave. The three of them went out to the car, but, as they started to get in, Jean said, "Just a second. I'll be right back," and hurriedly returned to the house, calling in the door to Don, "Since you're watching the game, maybe we can help Robert with his packing – don't worry if we're gone awhile!" Don and Jim, back at the TV, waved "ok," not really concerned about when they would get back. The trip to the apartment was swift and strangely quiet, very little being said, each lost in his or her own thoughts. Susan mind was in turmoil, wanting to finish her "affair" with Robert in the right way, but not knowing how to go about it. She certainly didn't want to have him think that she really had just teased him with no intent to do more. In addition, she just didn't understand what had gone wrong back at the house, and she couldn't ask Jean. Also, she had a funny idea that both Robert and Jean were acting somewhat peculiarly, as if they were in cahoots about something, sharing a secret of some kind. 

In any case, when they pulled into the apartment's small parking lot, she turned to Jean and said, "Why don't you wait in the car for a few minutes, honey, while I go up with Robert." Not having heard what Jean had called into the two husbands, Susan assumed that she and Jean would be expected back at the house in a reasonably short time – leaving her just long enough for a brief sexual interlude, i.e. cock sucking. She also assumed, of course, that Jean would know her intentions and cooperate by staying in the car. Consequently, she was surprised when Jean turned off the lights and motor and said, "I'll come up with you." Susan was totally befuddled and could think only that Jean didn't want to wait in the dark parking lot and would discreetly wait in the living room while she and Robert spent a few minutes in the bedroom. Nothing was going the way she had anticipated – but the unexpected, and appalling, events were just beginning! 

As she got out of the car, as Robert opened her door, Susan was very careful to keep her knees tight together. When they entered the apartment and she sat on the couch, she made certain that her short skirt covered as much as possible. She certainly didn't want to continue any teasing or, in any way, further antagonize Robert. She knew that she was safe from being spanked as long as Jean was there, but it just seemed prudent to be circumspect. She was waiting for a chance to go into the bedroom with Robert, but there certainly was no way that she could bring herself to suggest it. Suddenly, she brightened as she remembered how sexy it had been to suck him in the kitchen while knowing that Jean was right outside the door, guarding it. Both she and Robert had felt that being aware of Jean had added a bit of spice, and Susan now thought the probably Jean, knowing that, intended to enhance their pleasure again by being nearby. She felt a sudden sense of relief at finally understanding Jean's seemingly inexplicable actions and, assuming that they had only a short time, waited impatiently for someone, probably Robert, to suggest a tryst in the bedroom. What she got was a command that shattered her composure and absolutely stunned her. 




Susan and the Professor Ch. 10



"Ok, Susan, you've been showing me your little pussy all night! Now take off your clothes and show me the rest!" 

Susan looked at Robert in horror, not really believing what she had heard. "Oh, Robert, what do you mean? I can't take off my clothes now! My god, what do you mean?" 

Robert looked at her with that stony expression that had frozen more stalwart people than Susan, and said, "I mean just what I said! You've had fun teasing all evening, and now you're going to pay for it. Take off your clothes!" 

Glancing over with dismay at Jean, Susan protested, "Robert please, I can't do that – please, not in front of Jean. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to get you mad! I intended to make it up to you the way we did before in the kitchen." Looking over again at Jean, horribly embarrassed to talk in front of her, she forced herself to say, "Please, Robert, let's go into the bedroom and I'll suck you!" She was blushing furiously, absolutely dismayed at the totally unexpected confrontation. Obviously Jean knew almost everything she had done with Robert, but to have it brought out in front of her this way was unbelievably humiliating. Jean knew that she was going to suck in the next room, but to have to actually ask to do it while Jean watched and listened was just too much. Tears of mortification welled up in her eyes, but her torture had hardly begun. 

"Susan! I told you to take off your clothes! The longer you wait, the worse it will be!" 

"Please, Robert, don't make me do that! We don't have time, anyway – Jim and Don will be expecting us back soon, won't they, Jean?" 

"Sorry, honey, but I told them that we would be over here for a while. They won't expect us home for a long time yet. You'd better do what Robert told you to do before he gets mad." 

Susan looked at Jean, aghast, still not completely understanding her role in the present situation, but beginning to get the picture. "You knew that he was going to get me over here, didn't you! You were supposed to get us together in the kitchen, not help him – you both knew that I was only teasing! You're both mean! It's not fair!" The last was said with futile, plaintive fury, the tears that had been welling up in her eyes beginning to flow down her cheeks. "Oh, Jean, why did you do it?" 

Jean replied with a sympathetic smile followed by a wry grin as she simply said, "He promised that I could watch!" 



Susan and the Professor Ch. 11



Betrayed by her best friend, Susan gave up and, reluctantly and slowly, she unbuttoned and removed her blouse. She reached back and released her bra, her breasts bouncing and jiggling as they were released. Jean, who had seen them more than a thousand times, was impressed anew by their perfect shape, the round mounds topped by large, rosy and erect nipples. Somehow it was different seeing her strip in these different surroundings and circumstances. The short skirt was next, and, as it came down, the eyes naturally followed along, down from bulging breasts to the deep navel, to the triangle of puffy blond pubic hair. Susan stood there, nude except for her long hose, two pair of eyes absorbing the seductive sight - a pretty blond woman, naked and vulnerable. For Susan, the feeling was indescribable. Being forced to strip, knowing that she was going to be spanked - and in front of Jean - both humiliated and, as usual, aroused her. She just stood there, waiting for the next command, which wasn't long in coming. 

"Ok, Susan, you've been a cock teaser again and are going to be punished. I just got the leather whip and handcuffs out of my suitcase and they're ready to use. What do you think of that?" 

"Oh, Robert, please, not that thing again." 

"No? What should I do, instead?" 

"Just spank me with your hand - I didn't mean to tease you!" 

"Oh, yes you did! Now, if you don't want the whip, beg me.

Susan was horrified anew at Jean's presence, but was desperate to avoid the whip. So, with tears flowing again, she dropped to her knees before him and beseeched him, "Please, Robert, spank me with your hand, not the whip. I really didn't mean to upset you. Please!"

Seeing Susan naked and by herself, Jean had always been impressed by her perfect figure, everything in proportion (except, perhaps, the tits). Seeing her standing in front of Robert, however, she realized again, just how relatively small she was - he towered over her when she was dressed, but her nakedness accented the difference in size, making her look delicate and vulnerable. As she sank to her knees, kneeling servilely at his feet, Susan looked even more defenseless. It was an arousing sight, almost like a play in which a slave girl grovels before her master, begging for mercy. Jean felt a tinge of remorse as she saw her friend so humbled, but that slight regret was wiped away by a surge of perverted excitement that sent a tingle through her body. She wanted to see Susan humiliated and spanked, and any guilt that she might have felt was assuaged by the realization that Susan, herself, was aroused by that humiliation and by being dominated. 

"All right, Susan, get up and come over here!" Throwing the whip onto the table, Robert sat down on a chair and, as Susan came over, he told her to lie over his knees. Without protest, but trembling slightly, she did as ordered, draping herself over him, her head hanging on one side, her legs on the other. As always, she presented a sensual picture of a beautiful, subjugated woman, ready to receive punishment from a dominant man. 

Jean had seen Susan in that same pose with Don, but, somehow, this was different. She looked the same - her large tits hanging down, quivering, her hips curving upwards into luscious mounds and her long legs stretched out toward the floor - but having a different man ready to administer the punishment changed everything. In addition, Jean was only a spectator, not directly involved, a difference that led her to be more observant, more able to take in details she ordinarily would overlook. 

For example, as the spanking began, she noticed the way that Susan's breasts jounced as he ass was hit, elongating for an instant, and then rebounding and quivering, almost as if they had a life of their own. Also, with each slap, her legs lifted up, her feet leaving the floor, only to drop back between spanks. Most importantly, her ass cheeks were flattened almost completely as Robert's large hand descended, and then surged back upwards as the pressure eased. However, like aftershocks in an earthquake, they continued to pulsate up and down, each movement less than the one before - until the next blow started the cycle over again. At first, the action was chaotic as Susan squirmed and twisted, struggling to minimize the pain, but as her resistance faded, the spanking fell into a rhythm, the movements blending together into a graceful pattern that was fascinating to watch. (Incidentally, it should be noted that Jean also did some squirming in her seat as the drama unfolding began to heat up her cunt!) 

For Robert, as he prepared to spank Susan, the rounded hips draped over his lap created some sexual heat also. Unlike that first time when she had seemed to be only another cock teaser, he was not really angry with her - the need to punish her was more a matter of principle. In addition, having a pretty (and naked) woman kneeling at his feet, pleading for mercy, will have a profound affect on any man - he'll certainly get a heady sense of dominance, of mastery, of superiority, which leads, in turn, to a feeling of beneficence, a desire to be magnanimous to his poor, weak subject. There is a temptation to lift her up and forgive her - and take her to bed! Presenting one's self as such a frail and impotent slave or concubine has been a woman's effective defense throughout history, but Robert stalwartly avoided that seductive trap and began the chastisement. 

His hand rose and came down with a thunderous smack, forcing a shrill cry of pain from Susan. He wasn't genuinely angry and the spanking wasn't going to be severe - by his standards - but it was going to be a real spanking! That became evident as he fell into the spanking rhythm, his large, heavy hand smacking into the mounds of her ass, eliciting cries of pain and protest, cries which rapidly changed into pleas for mercy. 

Smack..."Ouch"...smack..."Ow! ...smack...! This time Robert interjected no words between blows, so there was just the alteration between the "smacks" and the "ows." Then, the change, smack... "Please stop"...smack... "I'm sorry"...smack... "Ow"...smack... "Oh, it hurts"...smack! Soon, there was just smack. . .moan. . .smack. . .ooh. . .smack. . .groan .. smack...! 

As said before, the spanking was not as severe or as long-lasting as before, and when Susan finally just hung there, accepting the punishment with those moans and groans, Robert stopped. He ran his hand over her burning bottom, feeling the heat coming through her reddened skin, enjoying the feel of the resilient mounds. Slipping his fingers between her legs, he slid them between the well lubricated cunt lips, finding the hole readily accessible. Galvanized by the sensual feel of her flesh, he abruptly turned her over, picked her up like a feather, and carried her into the bedroom, depositing her gently onto the bad. Quickly stripping off his clothes, not inhibited in the least by Jean who had followed him, he joined Susan on the bed, placing himself between her legs, which he placed on his shoulders, and entered her. Sinking full length into her vaginal passage with one surge, he began a vigorous screwing, his hips flexing forward and back, driving his cock in and out of her cunt like a pile driver. 

Jean had watched the spanking with growing excitement combined with an increasing fear that she had caused Susan too much suffering - that the punishment would be too severe. Thus, she was thrilled when the spanking ended and Robert bore her off to the bedroom. Getting up abruptly, Jean followed them in without hesitation, even when she saw Robert undressing. Actually, she was enthralled by the entire scenario and never thought of leaving or, even, averting her eyes. On the contrary, her eyes focused on Robert's cock, standing proudly erect, as he moved between Susan's legs. 

She has seen Susan fucked many, many times by Don, and once, through the window, by John, but this was different! A different man, whom she had never seen nude, was mounting her best friend, his cock sliding without hindrance, into her deepest recesses - and Jean could see every detail as she stood no more than four feet away. She could see all but the tip of his cock as it pulled out before it slammed back in. Every hair, every moist millimeter of Susan's cunt was visible as it accepted the plunging cock as it hammered her. Lubrication was flowing from her, being whipped into froth by the frenetic fucking. Jean was astounded to see that Susan almost disappeared under Robert as he surged into her, her face at his chest level, her knees pushed up to her head. Her cunt was almost horizontal, and Robert was plunging up and down directly into her, going deeper than Jean would have thought possible. 

It was an unbelievable experience to stand so close to two people fucking so vigorously, not caring, or, actually, not even aware, that they were being watched so avidly. Jean was absolutely enthralled, bewitched, her eyes fixed, taking in every sight, every sound - the cock glistening with Susan's lubrication, the soft, liquid sucking as it withdrew, the wet, squishing as it plunged back in, Susan's sighs and gasps, Robert's harsh breathing as his passion mounted. 

It should be noted, however, that while Jean's rapt attention was focused on the conjunction of cock and cunt, the driving in and out, her observation was not with clinical detachment. Her cunt had become intensely aroused by watching the spanking and the spirited screwing before her eyes sent her over the edge. Her thighs were squeezing rhythmically against each other and, as the passion mounted, her hand went involuntarily to her crotch over her skirt. That did not provide sufficient stimulus and she quickly reached up under the skirt and began to caress her clit through her thin panties. (Like Jim, Don did not like pantyhose, so Jean had worn a garter belt and hose when dressing for the goodbye dinner.) An observer of her actions would have noted a peculiar pattern to her motions as she watched the action in front of her. As Robert's cock plunged into Susan, Jean's pelvis surged forward, and, as the cock pulled out, it jerked back. Her cadence exactly matched his, almost as if she were fucking Susan along with him. As he drove in and out in a faster and faster tempo, her flexing of her hips accelerated, unconsciously duplicating his pace. 

Robert's hips drove in and out, almost in a blur, as he approached orgasm, flattening Susan beneath him, hardly permitting her to move. As it had the last time, however, that inability to move had no negative effect of her drive to climax and, in fact, may have augmented it. Finally, the crisis point was reached and Robert hammered her with several quick plunges, welding himself against her with a twisting motion, trying to get as much penetration as possible as he ejaculated into her. That final surge triggered Susan's own explosion, causing her to try to draw him even deeper into herself, her cunt muscles grasping the impaling shaft. At the same time, not by coincidence, Jean's fingers pulled hard against her clit and pubic bone as she jerked forward, pelvis thrust out, back arched, for all the world as if she had a cock penetrating another woman. She held that pose, unconsciously mimicking Robert's final surge, finally slumping back as her orgasm died out. All three had come at virtually the same time. 

For a full thirty seconds, the tableau held, Robert rigid against Susan, Susan pressing upward as hard as she could, Jean, fingers tight against her cunt, pelvis pushed out, eyes fixed on the two on the bed. Jean was the first to recover, and with an unobserved blush on her face, whipped her hand up so that her skirt fell into place, and straightened up. Robert, coming to himself, realized that he must be smothering Susan, drew back, his softening, but still semi-erect, cock pulling out of her cunt. Finally, relieved of his weight (and impalement), Susan was able to slowly lower her legs, letting them down to lie, splayed open, on the bed. Looking between the spread legs, Jean could see the puffy cunt lips, hair plastered down by the lubrication and cum, the inter lips still swollen open, revealing the just-fucked hole clogged with whitish cum. As Susan aroused herself and headed to the bathroom, Jean suddenly realized that she was still staring, her voyeuristic tendencies all too evident, and suddenly embarrassed, turned and went out into the living room. 

A few minutes later, as Susan padded, still naked, out of the bedroom, she found Jean fingering the Velcro handcuffs that Robert had thrown onto the table. For a moment or two, neither knew what to say, and, to break the silence, Jean asked, "Are these handcuffs Robert used on you? They don't seem strong enough to hold anyone who wanted to pull away." To demonstrate, she connected the two sides of the cuffs and, then, with ease ripped them apart. "These couldn't hold anyone!" 

Susan started to sluff it off by saying that they had held hg, but, suddenly, a sly expression (not seen by Jean) flitted across her face as an idea came to her. "I don't know. They didn't seem very strong, but 1 certainly tried to get free. Maybe it's the angle. Here, bend over the table and I'll fasten them and you can see if they come off as easily." She said that in a matter of fact tone of voice and very disingenuously, and, without hesitation, Jean did as she suggested, leaning over and placing her arms over the table. Susan went around to the other side, wrapped the cuffs about her wrists and fastened them to the table legs. "Just a minute, now, he had my legs held too. Let's see if that makes any difference." 

Going back to the other side, she took Jean's left ankle and fastened it to the other left leg and, pulling her right ankle to the other table leg, secured it as tightly as possible. "Oh, yes, I had this pillow under my stomach to hold me up - raise up while I slip it under you." With that done, Jean was in almost exactly the same position as Susan had occupied when tied down. "Now," she said smugly, "see if you can get loose!" As might be expected from Susan's earlier experience, Jean struggled futilely to pull free, finally slumping flat onto the table and giving up. 

Just then, Robert came out of the bedroom wearing a short robe and, seeing the scene at the table, asked, "What do we have here?" 

Susan looked at him with great satisfaction and replied, "This is what we have here!" Without any warning, she reached down, grabbed the hem of Jean's skirt and whipped it up over her waist. "Here's the friend who tricked me into getting a spanking!" 

Jean was absolutely horrified. This was a woman who enjoyed exhibiting herself - to delivery men, shoe store clerks, etc. - but she was horribly embarrassed to be involuntarily exposed in that position to a man she knew socially . "Susan," she screamed, "pull my skirt down! Let me up! You can't do this!" 

"Oh, yes I can. Robert, where did you put the desk stuff when you cleaned up? 

"I just left it in the desk - that's where it was when I moved in." 

Susan quickly went over to the desk and, after rummaging through the drawer, pulled out a pair of scissors. Coming back, she stood between Jean's spread legs, reached down, and, putting her fingers under the crotch band of her panties, pulled it out, saying, "Wow, your panties are soaking wet! You must really have been excited!" 

Before Jean could do anything except shriek, "Susan! Stop that! Let me up," Susan put the scissors against the panties and cut through the crotch. Without hesitating, she turned the scissors and cut from the crotch to the waist band, completely cutting through the panties. As she pulled back, the remnants of the panties fell to the floor, leaving Jean's bottom completely bare. Her hips were, of course, larger than Susan's, the curves not quite so perfect, and the skin not quite so velvety, but, still, it was a very nice ass! In her spread, exposed position, the cheeks were prominently displayed, the crease between them open enough to give just a peek at her ass hole. Below, however, her cunt was display in such a way that nothing was hidden. Her lips were split apart and were covered with a thick thatch of hair that hid their pink color. However, the hair accented the reddish-pink of her inter lips, making them even more prominent, more of a focal point, drawing the eye to the dime-sized vaginal opening. Not up to Susan's standards, but delectable, nonetheless. 

Needless to say, Jean was very vocal, virtually screaming for Susan to stop, pull her skirt down, let her up. At first, Susan was concerned about the noise she was making, but she was reassured as Robert said, "Don't worry, this is an old building with thick walls. In any case, everyone else moved out as soon as the semester was over. I'm the last tenant until summer school starts." With that concern gone Susan started the next step of her revenge. Picking up the multi-strand whip, she dragged it over Jean's behind, straight between her legs and working up and over the buttocks. She did that several times as Jean settled down, feeling, as Susan had, a pleasant tingle from the soft leather. 

Then, as Robert had with her, she brought the strands down in a whipping motion right on the left cheek, followed by a similar blow on the right. It didn't hurt like a regular whip, of course, but it also didn't hit as Susan wanted. She repeated the effort several times, but instead of the strands each imparting a separate touch, all hit at once like a mop. Seeing her ineffective efforts, Robert took the whip and demonstrated. "See, Susan, you have to snap your wrist and flick it as you bring it down. That way the tip of each strand can do its work." With his tutelage, she was soon belaboring Jean's ass with the hand of an expert. 

Jean, of course, continued to complain and struggle, despite the fact that the whip was merely causing a not-unpleasant tingle as it hit. Her makeup was different from Susan's in that she didn't like being dominated and controlled. She liked to expose herself, as said before, but on her own terms. If asked, she probably would have admitted that she didn't mind at all having Robert looking between her spread legs and seeing everything she had - but not this way! So she continued to protest, to twist and pull at the confining handcuffs, even to threaten Susan with bodily harm when she got free. However, even she tired after a time, and, bit by bit, the same metamorphosis began to take place in the whipping. The continual flicking of the whip actually was somewhat pleasant and soothing at first, starting with the light strokes and slaps. At first, once she had calmed down and, reluctantly accepted that she could do nothing, her reactions indicated that the feeling was pleasing. 

Slap.."Ahhh,"...slap..."Oooh...slap..."Ummmm"...slap..."Ooooh!" Once Susan asked, "Does that feel good"and she reluctantly admitted that it did. After a while, though, it was just slap...pause...slap...pause...slap...pause..., with no more expressions of enjoyment. Then, as the minutes passed, the pleasant tingle slowly turned into an annoying series of weak slaps, and, as with Susan, the slaps turned into stings. Then, Jean's reactions really changed. Slap..."Ouch'... slap..."Ouch! That stings"...slap..."That hurts!" ...slap..."Stop It!" 

Susan, of course, did not stop it, and Jean's cries and protests got louder, even profane, as she demanded that they let her go. Her defiance fed Susan's desire to get even, and she continued the punishment, waiting for a sign of contrition, an expression of remorse, but nothing came. With increasing expertise, she flicked the lashes so that they slipped into the crack of Jean's ass, touching the asshole. She lowered the whip strands and brought them up directly onto the cunt lips, even into the cunt, itself. As she knew from personal experience, these blows hurt but did no real damage, so she had no compunction about wielding the whip in such a seemingly cruel manner. 




Susan and the Professor Ch. 11



Still, as the flicking tendrils continued to fall, the pain passed the point of being merely annoying, or even just hurting, and became agonizing. Susan has compared it to being badly sunburned and having someone incessantly slapping the burned area. To Jean, it was more like being stung by a bee, twenty times with each flick of the whip - with twenty more on the way, and twenty after that, and on and on, seemingly without end. Even her resistance was finally worn down and her protests degenerated into moans and winces, tears flowing down her face. Her twisting and turning stopped and she just lay there on the table, finally crying out, "Please, Susan, stop! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'l1 do anything, but stop! Please!" 

By that time her ass, and even her cunt lips, despite the hair, had taken on the uniform red color of deep sunburn. Despite not having the hard hand applied to her as had happened to Susan that evening, the heat radiating from her bottom matched that generated by the more conventional spanking. As Susan and Robert surveyed, and felt the burning cheeks, and looking closely at the open cunt, Susan asked, "Are you really sorry? You'll do anything?" 

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry!" 

"Ok, ask Robert to fuck you!" 

"Susan, please! I can't do that! I can't ask a man to do that!" 

"Oh, yes you can!" With that, she brought the whip down one more time. 

"Oh, gods, this is awful." Then, with a whimper, "Robert, fuck me." 

Remembering how Jean had watched her having to beg Robert to spank her, Susan insisted, "Say please!" 

Almost whispering, "Please, Robert, fuck me." 

"Say it louder. We didn't hear you." 

With absolute mortification, Jean finally broke down in tears and virtually shouted, "PLEASE ROBERT, FUCK ME!" As she admitted to Susan later, she had no objection to having Robert take her - she probably wanted it at that point - but the humiliation was just too much. Perversely enough, however, while she did not have Susan's predilection for sexual arousal through submissiveness, in this case it suddenly seemed to work. Having her will to resist broken and, now, being forced to beg a man to screw her, caused a surge of salacious heat to shoot through her. She had been tremendously aroused by watching Susan being spanked and even more by the erotic act of watching the intimate sex act that followed. Now, being forced to ask for and have adulterous sex stimulated her, and, really for the first time, she understood why if affected Susan the way it did. 

For Robert, all of this erotic activity had its inevitable impact. His robe was open, and his cock was rampant. He had looked at and felt Jean's most private parts, something he never had thought of doing, and he was more than ready for the final step. Standing between her wide spread legs, he looked at her open cunt, wet and inviting. As she loudly asked him to fuck her, he moved forward, placed the head of his cock at her opening, and pushed inward. She was well lubricated inside, and he sank up to his balls into her with no opposition - she obviously was thoroughly prepared for fucking. Resting his hands on the table on each side of her, he began a vigorous in and out motion, pounding hard against her crotch, crushing her cunt lips as he entered, withdrawing and plunging in again. 

Susan watch, entranced. She had seen Don screw Jean many times, but never in a position where she could see so clearly the penetration. She put her hand in between them and felt the slippery cock as it pulled out and surged back, feeling also the cunt as it engulfed the shaft. With her fingers wet from the contact, she ran them back between the ass cheeks and, finding the hole, slid a finger inside and used it like a little cock, matching Robert's entrances and partial withdrawals, actually feeling his cock through the thin membrane separating the vaginal and anal passages. It was a very peculiar and exciting feeling, and gave rise to a new idea. 

Pulling her finger out, she, with some difficulty, broke Robert's concentration and quietly asked, "Remember what you said a British man would rather do to a woman alter spanking her than fuck her?" With that statement, she took one cheek in each hand and pulled them wide apart, completely exposing Jean's puckered asshole. "Bugger her!" 

Jean was lying flat on the table, her bottom raised on the pillow so that Robert had easy access to her cunt. She had been excited when the fucking began, and the vigor of the pounding against her cunt had built that excitement to a fever pitch. Whatever qualms she might have had about being screwed had vanished, and she was bucking back against Robert's cock as actively as her position permitted, urging it to go in as deeply as possible. She had felt Susan's finger go into her ass and start to finger-fuck her, as it had many times in the past, and that had merely added fuel to her flame - in fact, she felt a little let down when it was pulled out. Almost immediately, however, she felt herself pulled wide open, but, while she was aware, in the back of her mind, that everything was exposed, it didn't trouble her at that moment. 

Abruptly, however, to her shock, she felt Robert's cock pull out of her cunt, leaving her hanging, not knowing what had happened. Then, to her utter surprise, she felt him move up slightly to where Susan was holding the cheeks apart, and put his cock at the opening to her ass. It had already been lubricated by Susan's fingers, and the cock, itself, was very slippery from Jean's cunt emissions, so, as he pushed inward, the asshole opened easily, seemingly welcoming its entrance. However, Jean gasped, "Oh...unh...oh, don't," as it went in, slumping flat, inert, onto the table. 

Don and Jean, of course, had practiced anal intercourse, but, while she found it to be exciting and enjoyable, it never had been one of her favorite sexual activities. Actually, once the penetration had been made, she found the act to be quite enjoyable, the cock fucking her ass, slipping in and out, felt very good, and it certainly was intimate - but there was something that made it less attractive than she thought it should be. Finally, she had decided that the real problem was the position, on her stomach, her bottom in the air, or bent over, again with her bottom raised. Not only was the position unattractive (at least, in her mind), but she also thought that it was degrading and demeaning. She never had been a strong feminist, never a "bra- burner," but she didn't like being in such a submissive pose. 

She liked screwing with her on top where she could control her motions, or on her back where she could push against the cock or arch up - or any of the other means to be an active co-participant in the sex act. She just didn't like the idea of being a more or less passive partner, even if it did feel good. So, while Don liked it, they, as with most couples who have been together for some time, naturally fell into a pattern of doing those things that both most enjoyed. Consequently, when they introduced Susan to the depraved act of ass fucking they, themselves, had not done it for some years. Since then, Don had fucked Susan's ass quite a few times, with real pleasure for both, and Jean had enjoyed helping and watching the buggering while refraining from participating herself. 

Therefore, when Robert's cock eased itself into her anal passage, it entered a tunnel that had been penetrated in the past only by Don and by nothing except fingers for a very long time. Jean's immediate response was one of complete shock, her sexual arousal disappearing as she crumpled onto the table, moaning and pleading that he should take it out. Robert was into her completely by that time, of course, and he slowly moved his cock in and out a few times, looking questioningly at Susan. She, also, didn't know what to do. Jean wasn't fighting, just begging to have it pulled out - a very, submissive, un-Jean-like reaction. Before they could react, however, something amazing happened. 

Jean had suffered an incredible series of incidents which had run counter to everything she could accept. In her entire adult life, only Don had spanked her, and then only when she knew that she was wrong and tacitly accepted the punishment. Now, she had been tricked into permitting herself to be tied down to a table by a trusted friend (whom she had just betrayed, of course - but she wasn't thinking of that then), her skirt raised and, unbelievably, her panties cut off. Tied down and open, she had been humiliated by having everything she had below the waist blatantly revealed, over her indignant protest, to a man she knew only as a social friend. Then, even more incredibly, she had been whipped into submission by, of all people, Susan! Most unthinkable of all, though, was being forced to abase herself so far as to actually beg a man to fuck her! She thought that she would have died before demeaning herself that much! Even worse, in a way, however, was her own reaction. Instead of lying there stoically, bravely letting herself be abused, shaming Susan and Robert by her dignified refusal to acknowledge what they were doing, she had inexplicably become aroused to the point that she was a willing partner in her own violation. 

The crowning touch, of course, was having a cock put into her ass. Susan's fingers had augmented her sexual excitement, but having herself pulled open and the finger replaced by a cock was just too much. It was the final indignity, a totally unexpected intrusion, and she just collapsed, all sexual desire gone. She lay there, no longer protesting, as the cock slipped in and out, a receptacle to be used. Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, a surge of sexual energy went through her as she thought of her position. Tied down over a table, spread open and vulnerable, spanked into submission, fucked and now being buggered - she had been completely conquered and was now being taken, being used! Somehow the very powerlessness of her position astonishingly kindled a flame that engulfed her. For the first time she understood how Susan could be excited by being subjugated and dominated - how being a sex slave could be exhilarating. 

So, surprising herself, as well as Susan and Robert, the sexual desire in Jean was reborn, and, raising herself up as far as possible on the table, she pushed her ass back as hard as she could onto Robert's cock. Holding her hips up, she tried to open herself even wider to his penetration, making it as easy as possible to use her ass, making the hole as accessible as possible. Robert took advantage of her offering, plunging in and out with increasing vigor as she stayed rigid, a perfect target receiving a real pounding. For Jean, the absolute subordination of her body to his lustful fucking raised her excitement to a fever pitch, and, while she persisted in holding still as he took her, tremors preceding orgasm flowed through her. 

Susan was enthralled as she watched all of this. She, of course, had never watched an ass fucking, and she was fascinated by seeing the cock going deep into that hairless hole, so unlike a cunt. She had been startled by the abrupt change in Jean, but she was thrilled to see how her distaste had given way to obvious pleasure and excitement. As she saw Robert's climax approaching, she reached under Jean and began playing with her clit, providing the final stimulus that sent her over the edge just as Robert ejaculated deep into her rectum. Jean's hips surged back as his pelvis drove forward, and the two of them stayed locked together for almost a minute before, finally, Robert withdrew and she slumped back onto the table, exhausted. 

Susan watched the cock as it slowly slipped out, a string of cum still connecting it to Jean's ass. Even when it was completely out, her eyes still stayed fixed, seemingly almost hypnotized, on the very red cheeks and the cleavage between them. Robert, seeing her rapt gaze, reached down, putting one hand on each cheek, pulled them widely apart, revealing the just-emptied opening for her inspection. She was absolutely astounded as she looked at the yawning hole going into Jean's ass, a red, shiny tunnel, wet with cum, that was at least an inch in diameter. Curiosity getting the better of her, she slid two, and then three, fingers in, feeling the slippery walls, amazed at the sensual sensation as she probed as far as she could reach. It was unbelievably erotic to look down and see her own fingers buried so deeply in Jean's ass, a place where she normally had to work to get one finger in past the sphincter - but to have three in! Impossible. 

During all this, Jean just lay there, docilely, accepting without protest anything they wanted to do. She felt herself pulled open, and was aware that her asshole was certainly on view, but she made no effort to fight the exposure - if anything, in her uncharacteristically submissive mood the blatantly revealing position added to her perverse "slave girl" mentality. Even when she felt Susan's probing hand, she made no effort to close herself. Finally, Susan withdrew her fingers, and she and Robert watched as the shiny, stretched flesh around the hole slowly contracted, the smoothness becoming puckered, until the opening was tightly closed - but even then, cum continued to seep out, keeping the area between the cheeks moist and slippery. 

Tearing her eyes away from Jean's bottom, Susan went around the table and released her wrists from the handcuffs, while Robert freed her ankles. After being fastened down for so long, she had difficulty straightening up at first, and her legs didn't want to come together. They helped her to rise, the three of them presenting a curious spectacle as they stood there - Susan, completely naked except for the thigh-high hose, Robert, still wearing the short robe, which was hanging open, revealing his half-hard cock, and Jean, with her skirt having fallen into place, completely dressed. 

No one, seeing them, would have dreamed that she was the one who had just been the victim (?) of a thorough whipping followed by a vigorous fucking and buggering! As they stood there, arms around each other, ostensibly holding Jean up, no one seemed to know just what to do. Suddenly, impulsively, the two women embraced and simultaneously whispered, "I'm sorry!" Their mutual apology struck them both as being funny, and they laughed together, deflating the tension in the air, as they hugged each other harder. Robert joined in the merriment, and they all relaxed, pleased that there were no recriminations or hurt feelings - however, while feelings might not have been hurt, a pair of crimson asses had been! 

The little group stayed together for a few more moments, then broke up as Susan dressed, feeling oddly embarrassed as she did so while the other two watched. Each had seen her naked and putting her clothes on after sex many times, but, somehow, it was different with both of them staring. When she and Jean were ready to leave, they said the usual platitudes - "be sure and write," "come back soon," etc. - as well as a few more personal expressions suitable for three people who had just had a serious sexual encounter. Even with their sore bottoms, both women freely admitted that they had enjoyed the evening, and Robert's pleasure was obvious. There was one funny moment when Robert offered to let them keep the whip and cuffs, but, before Jean could respond, Susan emphatically rejected the offer, saying, "NO! She'd use it on me! You keep it!" 

Robert agreed, but said, "Ok, but I'll bring it back the next time l'm in the U.S., and I'll use it on both of you!" 

Jean, quickly, replied to that, saying forcefully, "Oh, no you won't! I don't ever want that thing used on me again. Of course, I might be interested to see it used on Susan." And then, probably to her own surprise, and certainly to that of Susan, she added, "If you ever spank me again, it had better be with your hand." That she would even concede the possibility was shocking to both of them.

Robert's amused reply was, "Ok, the whip for Susan, my hand for you." Then, ignoring Susan's strong protest about that, he held up the cut remnants of Jean's panties and asked, "Now, do you want to take these?" 

Jean, uncharacteristically, blushed, and blurted out, "No, I don't think that I can wear those again! You can just throw them out!" 

"Well, I'll keep them as a reminder of a very pleasant evening. I'll put them with Susan's among my souvenirs. Panties from two lovely American women!" 

On that flattering note, Susan and Jean kissed him goodbye and headed home to their husbands. At first, the ride home was very quiet, but, soon, the atmosphere lightened as, first, Jean apologized again for betraying Susan and Susan countered by admitting that she probably overdid the whipping. Jean explained that she had every intention of doing just as they had planned, but, for some reason, the idea of watching Robert spanking Susan was unbelievably alluring and exciting - and, she admitted, it was even more arousing than she had expected.

Susan then conceded that she really had lost control while using the whip on Jean. She had, at first, intended to stop when the real stinging began, but the euphoria of power just went to her head and she was carried away by the pleasure of being in control. In any case, by the time they got home, any latent recriminations had been expunged and they intended to have a detailed discussion of the whole evening later. Amazingly, they each confessed that they had enjoyed everything that had happened, including the spankings - except, of course, for the pain. The humiliation and submission had, of course, been something that Susan might have been expected to relish, but to have Jean admit that it turned her on surprised both of them. There was no doubt that both would look forward to an evening of threesome sex with Robert if he did return - even if he carried out his threat to spank both of them. 

They got home just as the game ended, so their relatively prolonged absence hadn't even been noticed. As they stood there in the living room facing their husbands, they looked, for all the world, like two innocent wives who had merely helped a friend pack while saying goodbye. If the husbands could have seen under their wives' skirts, however, they probably would have been surprised to find that neither was wearing panties. They definitely would have been startled if they had been able to see their curvy behinds, which certainly were very red. Even more, they undoubtedly would have been shocked if they could have seen the male cum that had been deposited in one's cunt and the other's ass. Two adulterous females, but no external evidence of their sins. Two cuckolded husbands with, unknowingly, a new prong growing on their invisible anthers. So, five people had enjoyed a very pleasant evening, and everyone was happy. 

Three weeks later, a package arrived addressed to Jean containing a very nice basket of specialty food items from Fortnum and Mason. An enclosed card thanked her for her hospitality, but, more interestingly, hidden in the packing material was a smaller box, marked personal, addressed to Susan. When they were alone, Susan opened it, finding a discreet note detailing just how much Robert had enjoyed the time with her and hoping that they would get together again. At the end, he said, "I ruined one pair of your panties and kept another as a souvenir. Wear these in their place and think of me when you do! Also, I watched you destroy a pair of Jean's panties, so I'll replace them too as a 'thank you' to her for a wonderful evening." 

Under the note Susan found a small package containing six pair of sheer, silk, French-made, lace panties. Underneath them, wrapped separately were three more pair, similar but in Jean's size. As a remembrance of sexual intimacy, the gifts were perfect, and the two women gloried in wearing them on special occasions, always feeling excited and a bit wanton as they put them on. Robert couldn't have chosen better. 




Susan and the Professor Ch. 11



So, Susan's semester with Professor Robert Bruce Reynolds ended perfectly - no traumas, no lingering, tearful goodbyes, no dreaded separation - just a pleasant interlude that had concluded to everyone's satisfaction. Now, with his departure, Susan was free to move on to other things, or, at least, to one thing she and Jim had been discussing for some time - trying to have a second child. Having "beaten the odds," as Jim thought of it, they were ready to try again. As a result, with Robert gone, along with the likelihood of his getting her pregnant, Susan went off of the pill - just in time for another month in Maine! However, that's another story, perhaps for another time!