I wished I hadn’t come home from school early that day. I wished I had stayed back with my friends for a little while longer, but I was eager to get...back home and play video games. I wished, I hadn’t walked in on our black neighbor in the middle of our living room, his pants pulled down his waist, with my mom on her knees, her eyes closed, her soft, warm mouth filled with his thick black cock. I wished I did not stand in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth dry, as I watched my mom slurp on his. While she was willing to let herself go with this smooth-talking mystery man, she was no exhibitionist. “I don’t know I can do that,” Caitlin answered quietly. “I’m not comfortable where this is going,” she added. In gentle tones, the stranger went on, “I would not want you to do anything you don’t want to. I promise you that while I may dare you to go where you haven’t before, how far you go is entirely up to you!” Caitlin realised she was on the edge of something exciting, but also possibly. I slowly sank to my knees and laid on my back. Spreading my legs and tapping my little pussy calling to spike " here boy" I called, watching him race over and stuff his head between my legs with no further prompting. All forms of modesty were forgotten when his rough tongue hit my clit. I threw my head back and moaned, not realising how worked up his touching had got me. "fucking hot little bitch" I heard him hiss under his breath "pull your nipples for daddy" he told me "get yourself soaking. It even turned me on a little.I handed it back to him."Not bad," I said. "At least the grammar's good, but there's not much of a story, really. You got anything that's maybe a little more complex?" Actually, I do," he said. "By the same woman. This one's true, she told me." She told you?" I said, amazed. "You write to these people?" Sure," he said. "They like to hear from readers--they don't get paid. Anyhow, I asked her a few months ago when it first came out if it was true, and she said it.