Leanne yelped as the first slap struck home on her bare arse cheek, leaving a red hand mark and a stinging sensation she hadn’t felt since she was very young. The second slap caught her other cheek and brought tears to her eyes. The heat was making her wet. Her embarrassment of having her arse stuck way up into the sky heightened her arousal. Being bent over a car bonnet with her pants around her ankles and her skirt hitched up over her waist was bad enough, but knowing that at least twelve men were watching her public humiliation and at least four of those were already jerking their cocks just added to her wants.

Ethan grunted as he came for the second time that afternoon. After countless minutes of hot, sweaty thrusting, Ava’s privates clenched around his cock and milked him of his load. Ethan clutched at her ass cheeks, holding her in place while he pushed his billowing shaft into her erogenous hole.

The afternoon air was warm, but not unusually so for that time of year. It had been ten minutes since the local highschool had been dismissed for the weekend. Two eighteen year old students were making their way through quiet neighborhoods nearby.

I don't know if anyone loves to fuck as much as I love it. I'm 30 years old, married, attractive, and I think that sex is absolutely wonderful and is probably the main reason people exist at all. But I didn't get in on the action until I went away from home. I guess I was a late bloomer. My body didn't develop until I went off to college, an east coast girl's school where my roommate introduced me to the world of sexual pleasure. Theresa initiated me by devouring my puss late one night and I was hooked. We were drinking wine, talking, and I'd admitted I was a virgin. Theresa took that as cue to make a move. I was willing. She felt my titties through my nightie and pretty soon she was diving into my wet puss and I was hearing angel violins and devil trombones.

Keri and I had lived together for several months now. I had met most of her friends, and had liked them all. Heather was coming over for a visit tonight. Heather and Keri had been room mates in college. While I had never met her, Keri had talked about her a lot, so I knew quite a lot about her. They had been friends for a long time, and had even traded boy-friends once. I don't know the whole story, but it seems they had the hots for the guy that the other one had been going with, and were not getting along with the one they were presently going with. The girls were so much alike, that those two guys didn't last long after the trade; they were having just about the same problems with the new guy.

My boyfriend had surprised me with tickets to Amsterdam for the weekend and I just knew he had something special and naughty in mind. We both loved kinky sex and our escapades with each other got even more and more daring......

How much do you know your partner?

Even in later years, contrary to popular belief, new things can and do happen. We have been married now for many years, enjoyed each others company, grown together, produced our children and basked in the love of our grandchildren. Without giving too much away, our eldest daughter is thirty five and mother of four boys.

An image keeps trying to form. An image that is like a half-remembered scene from an old movie, familiar, yet vague. It is her. Her presence, her karma, her soul. She invades my mind easily, hovering around the edge of my memory recall, teasing me, taunting. Visions and emotions surround me, blocking out the real world. A feeling deep within me stirs some primal instinct, some lower level need. I feel the swelling between my legs as this basic urge glows ever warmer.

It is Friday evening and Bob is attending a week-end trade show and won't be home until Sunday night late. Bobby is coming home from college for the weekend tomorrow and I am really looking forward to seeing him. It's been over a month now. I am terribly lonesome as I am home by myself drinking my third glass of wine while watching some stupid program on tv.

I haven't seen Ken, since that fateful day about a month ago. Deep down inside, I would like for it to happen again. It has given me a whole new outlook on life. I feel so much more sensuous and have so much more confidence in myself. Bob even commented on how attentive I've been to him.