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Angel of Mercy[ For my very good friend Meg, and her insatiable need for big black cock. Your doing wonderful things in the quest to destroy the long, sad, shameful racist history here in America—by something much more powerful than any set of laws could ever achieve. Keep it up, babe! ]My wife passed away some years ago. Her death was one of the most difficult, and painful things I’ve ever had to go through, and for a long time I lived single, trying to be a good parent to our daughter, as best as I could do, and that kept me busy, most of the time, but in those lonely moments at night, I was so very sad; and for a long time, I thought that this sadness would never go away. I’d loved my wife very much. I had assumed that our relationship would just keep on going, but life is full of surprises. So, I settled in to live the life of a single father, and make the best of what life still had to offer.Nevertheless, the lonely ache never really left. It hovered over me like a cloud. I tried not to let on to my daughter that I was lonely. I didn’t want her to feel as if I was being unfaithful to her mother by wanting joy again in my life; the sort of joy that could come about through another woman—but I doubted I’d ever meet another woman; and as I got older, the chances of meeting someone else seemed as remote as the Moon, or Mars! I didn’t like the on-line dating thing (I’d experimented around with it a little, but had not been pleased with the results). And then, seemingly from out of the blue, there came Megan.I first noticed her when she came to visit her grandmother, who lived next door to me; and Megan was like some sort of apparition; like a mirage; like something out of dreams. I was instantly attracted to her. She was white, and I’m black, so I didn’t allow myself to think for a moment that she and I would ever ‘get together’, in other words, to have anything remotely resembling a sexual relationship! Such an idea was, of course, a very exciting one, but I’d never been with a white woman before in my life; and though I’d seen many that I thought were gorgeous, and definitely sexually attractive, our country’s long history of racism forbid me from acting on such feelings. Plus, Megan and I were considerably different in our ages, too. I told myself that no 20-something white woman would be remotely attracted to a widowed 40-something black man; and to think other wise was delusional!However, things changed. I was outside in my backyard one afternoon when Megan came out to sunbathe by her grandmothers back yard pool, and I confess I couldn’t help but stare (shamelessly) at her. I tried not to look, but I kept glancing anadolu yakası escort over at her. Eventually, she got up to go inside, but she saw me and waved; and I, feeling very excited, waved right back at her. Instead of going inside, she walked over the fence that divided our yards, and my pulse began racing as I realized she was smiling at me, and seemed interested in chatting with me! That was the first of several such encounters between her and I.When she went inside, I set my yard rake down, went inside, and masturbated! As I did, I couldn’t get her face out of my thoughts, nor could I stop thinking about the rest of her body; which was one of the most beautiful I’d ever laid eyes on. Seriously! Our brief, occasional, across-the-fence-chats went on for a while, and then, one evening, everything changed!It was near midnight one evening when I’d come home and saw Megan’s room light was on from behind the Venetian blinds (that were directly across from my own bedroom window. On impulse (I can explain in no other terms than that), I opened my own blinds and stood there in the dark for a moment looking over at Megan’s room. I am not a Peeping Tom, but as I stood there looking, I had this sense that she was aware of my presence; and in fact, I could make out a vague outline of her behind her blinds.When nothing more happened from her side, I switched out the light in my room, and continued to look across at her window; and I felt my cock throbbing behind my undershorts, so I slid out of them and stroked my cock, slowly, and from within me came the most intense feeling of lust I’d experienced in a very long time! It was then that I acknowledged to myself, that I wanted to fuck Megan very much! I remained standing there in the dark of my bedroom, stroking my cock, and looking out at Megan’s dimly lit bedroom window.Then, an amazing thing occurred: Megan opened her Venetian blinds, and in doing so, revealing her partially clothed body to my full view; and as I saw this, I began to allow myself the thought that perhaps she was attracted to me as well, and that she was attempting to communicate that to me. It was a thought hard to take seriously at first. I’d been without a woman for so long now, and I’d begun to convince myself that no woman would want me, that the possibility that this young, and incredibly beautiful white female, just might be the one seemed both absurd, on the one hand, but exhilarating, on the other!I decided to take a huge risk, and I switched on my own bedroom light, and resumed standing in front of my window, naked, with cock hanging out in full ataşehir escort view; but rather than shutting her blinds, she swept off her T-shirt, and in doing so, exposing her beautiful pale breasts! She even waved her hand at me, and I did the same thing in reply. We faced one another like that for several seconds, and then I motioned for her to come over to my house; and she pointed at herself, and then in my direction; and I nodded vigorously in reply!The rest is difficult to put into words. But, suffice it to say, Megan did come over, and though it seemed like a dream as I waited for her at my back door, the dream became real very fast.It may sound crazy, but the moment Megan walked in through my back door, and the second she did, we kissed passionately, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do, and though I was very well aware that she was white, and I was black, none of that seemed to impede our lustful encounter in the least! Though young, it became obvious that Megan had been with black men before; and in fact, she admitted to it, and without any sense of embarrassment.We ended up on my bed, and for the next two hours, or so (I lost all track of time in her presence), I enjoyed a woman like I hadn’t since my wife had died! Though she was much younger than I, she was mature, and funny, and kind, and eager to please, and I won’t attempt to deny that I enjoyed her immensely!She said she loved my black cock! What she actually said was that she loved my ‘big black cock’, and she said she’d been with several other black men before me, and that she preferred black men to white guys; and I did everything in my power to reinforce this opinion!As I said, I hadn’t had sex with another woman in years, so, with Megan, not only did I reunite with that aspect of my long-neglected life, but I luxuriated in doing so; and, though somewhat surprised at myself, I was able to ejaculate not once, not twice, but three times in all before Megan left to go back to her grand mothers house next door! Megan’s sexual energy was truly awesome, and I hate to admit it, but she left this older man not just very exhausted, but very happily exhausted!Megan was a very giving person, and she allowed me complete and unfettered access to every square inch of that lovely body of hers. There were moments where I was sure I was dreaming; only to realize, as I tasted her smooth, sweet flesh in my mouth and on my tongue, that this was no dream, but the most real thing I’d ever known! The feel of her snug pussy around my cock was utter Heaven on Earth. I’d nearly forgotten how very sweet the feel of a woman’s ümraniye escort pussy was on my cock; and how much I’d missed it!To say that Megan and I enjoyed ourselves that night is a total understatement. When she finally left (around two ‘o’ clock in the morning) I hated to see her leave! She would have been more than welcome to stay with me on my bed for the rest of the night; but I understood her reasons for leaving. At my back door, just before she left, we kissed, and it was filled with such passion, such lust, that I told her I hoped this would not be the last time we could enjoy one another; and she said that she very much wished to see me again. Hearing that made me incredibly happy.I watched her leave my back yard and go into her grandmothers house (she turned and waved at me as she did), and in spite of the fact that she and I had fucked so many times already, my cock was rock hard once more. It hadn’t reacted like that in years! It had taken Megan to resurrect it from it;s long, sad slumber, and I was thrilled that she had been the one to do so.Interestingly enough, but the very next evening, around midnight, Megan came over to my house once again, and once again we fucked, and fucked, and sucked and sucked, till both of us were happily exhausted. This time, we laid together, naked, and talked, and kissed, and talked and kissed again and again for a long time; and my heart was so filled with happiness (as filled with happiness as my balls were emptied of every last drop of my cum that now resided in Megan’s sweet pussy!Though I told myself not to, I was already so much in love with Megan. It was crazy to feel that way. We had many things working against us—race, age, to name a few; but I really had fallen, deeply, in love with her, and even now, when we can’t be together, my heart aches, it hurts (but that feels so good) in wanting to be with her! I won’t delude myself into thinking that Megan and I have a long-term future together. We probably don’t, and yet, the desire for that is so strong in me. It’s a sweet, and sad longing; and even though it hurts to face the sobering truth, I will still live in hope that, somehow, some way, she and I may see one another again, and again, and again…for as long as it’s possible to do so.The fact that I’m black and she is white does effect the thrill-factor, but at the same time, our color differences are also unimportant; irrelevant even. It’s our mutual humanity that is the common denominator! All the rest is unfortunate historical legacies.I wonder how my wife would react to all this, that is, if she could see me now? Would she be upset? Happy for me? How would my daughter react? Those are also irrelevant, but still, they do intrude into my thoughts from time to time. But they do not persist for long. They are dispersed, like smoke on the wind, when I look across the fence and see Megan’s room window, and recall the Heavenly-ness that is on the other side.The End

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