Further Adventures of Susan Adams Ch. 06

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wow, you must really have been hot!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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