He told me he had always fancied me when we were at school, but was far to shy to say anything. We sat up and chatted, my hand stroking his leg; bru...hing against his semi-hard cock, I could feel his cum slowly dripping out of me, I had not felt that since getting pregnant ,and it was such a turn on. My fingers curled around his ever growing hardness and squeezed, Martin pulled me across to him and kissed me deeply, obviously enjoying my touch. He drew back the sheets to watch me play with. The wise old leader of the rock-throwing tribe thought about this loss for some time before pronouncing with slow grunts that they must destroy the fish-eaters and take all their women that were much-needed for making new additions to the tribe and allowing the men to each have a between the legs bed partner for nocturnal duty.The danger in such a development was that the entire tribe would be exposed to complete annihilation if their raid was a failure and they lost additional fighting men in. I was sitting at the kitchen table when this started, scanning the newspaper. When the beating started Suzy came slowly over to me and put her arm round my neck and just stood there, listening attentively. "The poor kid", she said, with a little laugh. "He'll not be able to sit down for a week. Who'd have thought it - Larry seemed a kindly sort."Now there's something I should explain. Ever since we were married I had got into the habit of smacking my wife on her arse during sex. It's a long. I sobbed as the students cheered. “BUKAKKE!” They clapped.“BUKAKKE!”They thought this was fitting. I shuddered as he kept spurting. He drenched my face with his spunk, grunting and groaning the entire time.“Fuck, yes!” he groaned. “Mmm, there you are. Okay, you can go. I hope you learned your lesson, slut.”I nodded. I stumbled to my feet, everyone snapping pictures of my face covered in cum. I had to get to my class. Shoulders hunched, I rushed down the hall, the cum coating my face. It clung.