...I wanted to taste his, hot, young cum. I loved sucking cock. I could feel his body beginning to shake and I knew he was close. Just knowing how ...lose I was to tasting his young, hot, fuck juice was putting me over the top. " I'm cumming, Bruce, Oh my God, Baby!!!! Cum, Cum, Cum with me Baby. OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!! AAAWWWWGGGG!!" I could feel the cum let loose in me as he licked and tongue fucked-me. About the same time he reached over and spanked me a little harder this time and it. When I was 16 I went on a train trip across the country with my family. As I mentioned in my earlier stories I am bi, but have been fantasizing about cock since I was young. While on a long stretch between towns I noticed a man that would look at me and smile every time I passed him. I would always return the smile. Back then I was 5’11” and weighed nothing, I was skinny. So I was pretty sure he liked me. He was tall and had dark hair with wide shoulders, looked to be in his forties and seemed. Hi* I say. *Could I speak to Byron please?* *Whos calling?* She sounds suspicious. *Its Rachel Kearney. My husband works with him.* My lie sounds odd to me but its designed to put her at ease and it seems to do the trick. *Byron. Phone!* she yells. Then softly – almost politely – to me: *Hes just coming.* The pause as I wait for my ex-boyfriend to take the receiver is excruciating. Finally he arrives. I can hear him breathing. *Hello?* Its nice to hear his voice after all this time. A tingle. When we started we called ourselves the 'Serial Rapists For Hire', the name change was for something less menacing."You nearly spit up the old coffee you had taken to drinking when you sat at your desk. They're called what?"That's a very. . .odd name." My group is not as menacing as it sounds. Married women come to us when they want children, but for some reason the biological fathers can not be their husbands. When the husbands are sterile, or sick, or the wives just can't stand to look at him.