Every time I came, I seemed to need relief that much more when it was over. It was like I was being force fed with a hole in my gut, and I was far fro... full..."Pleez, don't make me tell you zis one, eet is too terrible...oh if I must...I used to draw your dicks in my notebook in class...zen I would write my name on zem over and over, claiming zem for my own. I wanted to be your cock copine, wanted to espouse vous dicks and be vous ball bride!" I didn't even try to keep my filthy fantasies. Ahead of them was a large flat rock at the top of the beach, roughly square and about 3 metres wide, the top of it about a metre high. They soon reached it and Charlie turned her round so her back was against the rock, his hands on her waist."Jump," he said. Nat bent her legs and jumped upwards as Charlie lifted her up and sat her on the smooth edge of rock which felt warm against her bare legs. Charlie stood between her open legs and Nat realised she was now as tall as he was."That's better,". Because I was still new at it, straight fucking was good enough for me. But over time I wanted more and my wife was not willing to go beyond straight fucking. No matter how much I pleaded she would never suck my cock or let me eat her pussy. Our straight sex continued over the years and although I wanted more, it just never happened. One of my best friends wanted to fuck my wife very much, but when I mentioned it to her she freaked. I was hoping if I could convince her to fuck him, it might. Before I opened my mouth, she said, ‘Hey, sit yourself back down, I still need a ride home. Anyway I ain’t seen that tip yet.’ As she cleared the end of the bar, she found the ten-dollar bill under the beer bottle. ‘Oops,’ was all she said. Instead, I turned and went into the men’s room. When I finished, I checked the stall, blocked open the door, and turned out the light. Everyone was gone by the time I got back to my stool. The bartender glanced at the men’s room door and said, ‘You’ve been.