Young Black Hero

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(MF, asian/blk, intr, wife-cheat)
by Aceinthe hole (aceinthe_hole@hotmail.com)

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**

Every morning I walked my daughter to school through the
park, and every morning he sat there, on the same bench,
unless it was raining.

He was large, frightening, and black. A young man, a boy
really. I suppose he was only 17 or 18 years old.

“Look-ing good, baby.” He would say, as we passed. Or;
“Foxy, mama.”

At first, I would feel threatened. Later on, I came to
think of it as harmless, just the sound that type of
creature made when my type of creature walked past.
Usually, he sat alone. Sometimes he would be urgently
speaking to someone else. Then he would ignore me.

Once, I saw him running. He was fast. He ran like a
Gazelle, lightly, effortlessly. The two huffing policemen
pursuing him had no chance.

*

Then one morning, Sarah and I were early. I stopped to
talk to another woman who was walking her dog. Sara
wondered into the adjacent playground.

Then she was gone. I was annoyed, Sarah knows that she
should not wonder far from me. I called her name and
looked around for her. Then I saw her doll lying in the
mud. Adrenaline rushed through my body, panic began to
rise. I cursed my fashionable high-heeled boots, I should
be wearing sensible running shoes like the black boy.

He was there, sitting on his bench some distance away. I
ran up to him;

“Help me, please help me! My daughter is gone!”

“Whoa, mama! Chill out, I’m sure she’s here somewhere.”

“No, no!” I nearly couldn’t speak, I was filled with
panic. I shook the muddy doll at him.

He took one look at it, and I saw something click on his
face. He understood. He leapt to his feet, his nostrils
flaring, fire in his young eyes.

“The creep, I saw some creep around here this morning. I
never seen him here before! You go that way,”

He pointed back towards my house, “I’ll cover this way.”
And he waved his long arm, indicating the rest of the
small park.

“A policeman,” I gasped, “we should find a policeman.”

“The cop left five minutes ago, and he won’t be back for
ten more. Now go!”

Of course the boy knew the precise movements of the
policeman.

And he ran, ran like the wind. I clomped off in my
direction, cursing the fashion clothes and boots that my
own vanity and office convention had caused me to be
wearing.

My panic rose as I found nothing. I headed back towards
where the black boy had gone.

I had to stop and breath, and then I heard them.

“You can go now sir, but I’ll need you to come down to
the station later to sign a statement.”

“Yes, thank you officer.”

Then I heard Sarah start to scream. I ran around the
corner; a large white man, fortyish, holding my daughter
by her wrist. Sara struggling and screaming. Two
policemen, one talking to the creep while writing in his
little book, the other with his foot in the middle of the
back of the black boy, who was face down on the ground,
handcuffed.

My panic turned rapidly to rage. The creep didn’t see me
stomping towards them. I noted that he had blood all over
his shirt, it was still coming from his nose.
“Arrest him!” I screamed at the officer, pointing to the
creep.

The creep saw me, released my daughter, and ran. The
policeman looked at me in confusion.

“Stop that man! He tried to take my little girl!”

The policeman with the book gave chase. The other held
his position.

“Let that boy go!” I demanded.

“Forget it lady,” he replied, “we finally got young Leroy
here with the goods.” He held up two little plastic bags,
each with some green material inside.

The creep was getting away. The cop was too slow.

“My husband is judge Zheng. If you don’t let that boy go
right now, and catch that creep, I’ll see to it that you
regret it.”

I’m a small woman; I barely came up to his nose, even in
the boots. But at that moment, I could have torn that
stupid policeman limb from limb.

He looked doubtful for a moment, and then he produced the
keys to the cuffs.
“Give me those!” I snatched them from his grasp, “Get
him!” I screeched, pointing at that now barely visible
creep, nearing the other end of the park.

I paid no more attention to the officer, I released my
young hero. He said nothing, but as soon as his hands
were released, he took off at a tangent, heading towards
another exit.

I had done what I could about the creep. I took my
daughter into my arms, and just held her.

The officers were too slow; the boy, Leroy, caught the
creep again.

“Are you really judge Zheng’s wife?” He asked me, later.

“Yes, I am. How do you know my husband?”

“He gave me time, once.” Said Leroy.

*

I had trouble sleeping; I was having nightmares. Sara
would be missing, I couldn’t find her. I’d wake up in
sweat.

Or sometimes, Leroy would return her to me, smiling
broadly.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Zheng!” He would say to me.

Then the dreams changed; I was making love with Leroy, he
was holding me, we were kissing. I woke up feeling
disturbed.

About a week after the attack, I resumed my schedule, and
again took Sara through the park. It was difficult for
both of us.

Leroy was on his bench.

“Morning, ma’am.” He said.

“Good morning, Leroy.” I replied.

“Sarah, aren’t you going to say hello to Leroy?”

“Hello, Leroy.” Sara piped, hiding behind my leg
bashfully.

I normally went to my office after dropping off Sara at
school. But I didn’t want to start work again yet, and so
I headed home via the park. Via Leroy.

He was alone; there was rarely anyone in the park at this
hour.

“Hi, Leroy.”

“Hello, Mrs. Zheng.”

“Call me Mei”

“What he kind of name is that? Chinese?”

“Yes. My husband was born here in America, but I was born
in Hong Kong. I came here when I was 18.”

“What can I do for you Mrs.,. Mei?”

I sat on the other end of the bench.

“I want to know what I can do for you, Leroy. You saved
my daughter, you saved me. I would like to do something
for you.”

He looked at me seriously; “You don’t owe me nothing,
ma’am. I did what any man should do. I’m proud of what I
did, and if I never do anything good again in my life, I
know I can always be proud of that.”

This simple boy from the street had humbled me. I was
filled with feeling for him.

I took his large hand in mine, and looked into his
handsome young black face. I felt tears come to my eyes.

“Aw shit, Mei, you gonna start crying on me?”

“I’m sorry, Leroy. I don’t mean to embarrass you.”

“That’s okay Mei. You been through a lot.”

He slid over, and put his strong arm around my thin
shoulders. I put my head against his shoulder, and cried.
Not for long, just a little.

I stood up suddenly, feeling self-conscious.

“Would you join me for lunch, Leroy?”

He hesitated; then said, “I’d be pleased to, Mei.”

“I’m in No. 35.” I said, pointing to the row of houses at
the top of the park.

“What time?”

“Noon?”

“Okay.”

*

I was nervous. What if someone saw him come in? They
could get the wrong idea. Then again, I supposed anybody
would probably think he was coming to do some work for
me.

I was flustered; I didn’t really know why I had invited
Leroy into my home, I just wanted to be nice. After all,
he was the hero. My hero. The one who saved me, saved
Sarah.

I fixed lunch.

*

He told me of himself while we ate. He sold petty amounts
of marijuana in the park in the morning. The park was
dominated by some dangerous characters in the afternoon.
Leroy was careful not to get in their way.

He had a part-time job in the afternoons. He lived with
his mother and two younger sisters.

When we had finished, he stood and took the dishes to the
kitchen before I could stop him. I came up behind him as
he turned, and we found ourselves nose to nose for an
instant. As I looked up into his eyes I suddenly melted,
I realized that I desired him. I could smell him, his
young animal scent, I could feel the heat from his body,
his aura.

I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move. I knew I must
move. He was trapped against the sink.

Slowly, deliberately, he put his arms around me. He
pulled me the short distance to himself. He held me in
his strong arms, and I was glad.

His hand slid up my back, slid through my still thick
black hair, and held my head. I offered no resistance as
he tilted my face upwards. I looked into his eyes, his
thick dark lips only an inch from my own. I wanted his
kiss, his vital heroic young kiss. I wanted to feel his
power, I wanted his power to rise for me, I wanted to be
swept up in it, to surrender to it, to be overwhelmed by
it.

“Mei, Mei.” but he also seemed to have nothing to say.

I thought I had melted, but when our lips met I melted
again. My body melted into his, my tiny soft body into
his large hard one. His big hands moved up and down my
back, to my neck, to my thin buttocks. My small hands
moved over his large body, the muscles of his shoulders,
his arms. His perfect round behind.

I could feel his penis burning hard and hot through his
fleece training pants, burning like a hot iron against
me.

We kissed for an eternity. We were afraid to break the
spell, afraid to move from the ridiculous position,
standing in the kitchen.

I pulled back the elastic of his trousers, and reached
inside. He was large, I knew that, I had felt that
already. But when I felt him with my hand, I became
afraid. He was too big, it would not be possible for him
to enter me, to do to me what I now wanted him to do so
badly.

He moaned my touch, and I felt him unzipping my dress.

Although I was sure intercourse would be impossible, we
couldn’t stop. They were still things we could do.

He lifted me like a doll, and carried me effortlessly up
the stairs, to the bedroom. He removed his clothes,
revealing his perfect physique, his tapered torso, his
long powerful legs, his flat black stomach, his great
frightening log of a penis.

He sat on the bed, and I wrapped both my hands around the
organ, enjoying the feel of its power and feeling so much
regret that my body was inadequate to accommodate it.

“I’m so sorry Leroy, you realize there’s no way. You’re
just too big.”

“It’s okay, Mei.” He said, quietly, as I lowered my mouth
over his manhood. “You don’t have to if you don’t want
to. But we can do it, I promise we can do it.”

It was wonderful, if frighteningly black, and
frighteningly large. I had heard of things like this, but
I had never believed the stories. How could such men
reproduce? What woman could take such a penis into her
vagina?

He pushed me on to my back, and lowered his head between
my legs.

The feel of his tongue against my clitoris was delicious,
wonderful.

I had never cheated on my husband before, and I was
amazed at how naturally it came to me. And how hard I
came against Leroy’s young tongue.

He was rubbing me, rubbing my clitoris with his penis,
his huge frightening penis.

“Leroy,” I whispered, “it can’t, it can’t fit in there. I
wish it could Leroy, but it’s impossible.”

“Relax Mei,” he said to me softly, reassuringly. “You
just relax and we’ll see. You just tell me if you want me
to stop, do you want to stop, Mei?”

I didn’t. I didn’t want him to stop ever. I wanted to
feel his powerful black organ sliding up-and-down against
me. I wanted to have an orgasm just from the touch of it
against me.

His fingers were sliding and out of me, stretching me,
preparing me.

I surrendered to him, I spread my short legs wide, and
waited.

Slowly, very carefully, he worked the blunt end of his
wonderful tool into me. There was pain, and pleasure. I
was surprised that I was enjoying both.

Slowly he worked deeper, deeper. I was very afraid, I
didn’t know if I could survive this.

Finally, he was in all the way, our pubic hairs mashing
together. We stayed like that, static for a minute. I
didn’t know it was possible to be so filled. I thought if
he moved, he might kill me.

But he did move, and it was good. I became accustomed to
it, to this stretched feeling, this filled feeling.

I relaxed, as he was urging me to do, and I felt the
orgasm coming.

It crashed into me like waves into rocks during a storm,
causing shudders to run through my frame with its power.

Then I felt the pulsing of his cock, the powerful hot
stream as he came deep inside me.

*

I had to see him again, I knew it.

But it was dangerous, difficult. We both knew we had to
be very careful. We met in a hotel;

I had my hair done, I wore it down, in thick waves. I had
spent a lot of time on my makeup, I wore a blue silk
dress that emphasized what assets I still possessed at 38
years old.

I have a small, lean body. My legs are too short, my tits
too small. But my hair and skin are still healthy and
youthful, I have a nice small ass. My stomach is once
again flat, and stretch marks from my pregnancy are not
prominent.

My lover was young and handsome. It was very flattering
to me, but I had to do all I could to make myself
attractive to him as an older woman.

I massaged him, worshiped his young body. Worshiped his
wonderful sex organ with my hands and my mouth.

When he entered my body with it the second time, it was
easier.

I had never known sex like this. I had made love only
once or twice before I met my husband and we were
married. My husband is a good man, and I love him. I
thought sex with him was good before I knew Leroy. But
now I realize it was always tepid, inadequate. My
husband’s penis is very small, but I don’t think that is
why sex between us was never as amazing as between Leroy
and myself.

My husband is intelligent, sophisticated, successful.
Leroy is vital, powerful, strong, and so young.

He was infatuated with me, I don’t know why. Perhaps his
mother didn’t love him enough, I don’t know. All I know
is that I couldn’t resist him, couldn’t get enough of his
young body, his enthusiasm for life. And sex.

*

I rented a small apartment where we could meet. Leroy had
a few free hours between his dealing in the park and his
afternoon job. I started taking two-hour lunch breaks. I
had to work late to make up for it.

I loved to buy sexy outfits to wear for Leroy’s pleasure.
All kinds different things, a tight leather skirt. A
skimpy leather vest. Various negligees. Garters,
stockings, and high heels. Expensive designer dresses,
cheap things that young girls would wear.

I didn’t want him to get bored with me, I never forgot
that I was twice his age. I had to give him more than a
young girl could give him, and in only one or two hours a
day.

Sometimes we would steal some extra time, and drive out
of town.

We went to dance clubs. I was afraid I would be
recognized, but as Leroy pointed out, even if I was seen
by someone I knew, they would be unlikely to recognize me
in such a context, the way I was dressed.

When we went out together, I loved to dress up like a
young tart. Wearing six inch heels, the top of my head
was level with Leroy’s nose. I’d put on a lot of makeup,
and a studded black leather collar on my neck, wear a lot
of costume jewelry, and show some skin.

Leroy flattered me, showing me off to his young friends.
I was pleased that they were of all races. They were a
happy bunch, they gave me hope for the future.

I had always been a rather conservative woman, and I was
amazed at myself by what I got up to. Leroy loved to take
me out, and he loved to me to be looking desirable. I
felt completely safe with him, after all, was he not my
hero? It made me feel young myself, wearing a
semitransparent blouse, my small breasts visible if
anyone cared to look. And often enough, they did.

I realized that I had never had an adolescence. I had
worked hard to get top grades in school before leaving
Hong Kong, and then I had worked equally hard in
University here in America. I started working immediately
when I graduated, and I had married very young.

My husband was 10 years older than myself, and very
stable. “Stable” meant “good” where I was brought up.
Here in America, it meant “boring”.

Leon and his friends liked to smoke marijuana, and I
never did that. I was surprised that my abstinence didn’t
bother them. They were great fun when they were all
stoned, and we always had lots of laughs. I became one of
the gang, and we all went out to movies or clubs together
sometimes.

It was not very difficult at home, as my husband was
obsessed by his work, and was often out late himself. We
had had separate bedrooms for a couple of years already,
anyway.

On several occasions, the young girls from Leroy’s circle
of friends asked me to advise them on this or that.
Affairs of the heart, mostly. It was wonderful, the way
the young people accepted me, made me part of their
world. I had never felt so appreciated.

I was so happy when Leroy finally relented to my wishes,
and gave up his dangerous morning occupation. He took a
full-time job, but that meant our afternoon rendezvouses
came to an end.

My double life started to become difficult, being a
mother, having a full-time job, a home. And my other
home, my secret lover, and all the socializing I did with
him.

*

Leroy’s capacity for love seemed to be boundless. I loved
to cuddle with him on the couch, both of us naked, while
he studied the books from the night course he was taking.

He would simply pass one of his large dark hands over my
small pale body, and the stresses of my life would leave
me, a feeling of euphoria filling my being.

I loved to play with his penis, I was no longer
frightened of it. I loved to keep it hard for an hour at
a time. I would crouch down and suck on it for a minute
or two, then let Leroy study some more.

When it was late, or when he finished a chapter, he’d put
his books down to devote his full attentions to me. I was
like a toy in his arms, he would lift me onto his lap,
his great penis trapped between our bellies as our mouths
met.
The feeling of Leon’s cock entering me remained the
pinnacle of physical pleasure, but the long and slow love
sessions that preceded the fucking was what made it so
special.

After I was accustomed to his size, he was able to screw
me hard. I can’t describe how wonderful it was for me,
the orgasms of course, but also just the feeling of being
loved by someone so intensely. Someone for whom love was
No. 1 in his life, all other occupations secondary.

*

Of course, I knew it couldn’t last forever. I was
surprised it lasted as long as it did, almost two years.
By that time, I was 40 years old, and Leroy was 20. Gray
was starting to appear in my black hair, I had lived too
long without enough sleep. Perhaps that’s why Leroy found
himself a younger lover.

I knew the girl, I even liked her. She had confided in me
once, about an earlier relationship. She was young,
Leroy’s age, beautiful and black.

Leroy didn’t tell me at first, but I found small things
of Yvette’s around his apartment, the apartment I was
paying for.

Still, I was so addicted to his love that I was willing
to share him with the young girl. But it was not to be. I
think Leroy is one of those very rare individuals; a
monogamous male.

I talked to Yvette about it. She had a lot of respect for
me, and felt guilty about screwing Leroy.

“Then why, Yvette?”

“I came over to look for you one evening, but you weren’t
there. Leroy made me a cup of tea, he was so nice. We
talked until late, and then I don’t know how it happened,
we were in each other’s arms. We knew it was wrong, but
it was like we were unable to stop.”

She started to cry.

“There, there, Yvette.” I held my young rival to me as
she cried. I knew I had to pull away and let the young
people make their life.

“You’re so good Mei. You should hate me, I’m taking your
man. How can you be so good?”

“I’m not so good, Yvette. Don’t forget that I’m married,
and not to Leroy.”

the creep was convicted of kidnapping Sarah, and of two
counts of earlier rape against children. he will never be
released.

*

Now that our affair is over, I’m able to see Leroy
openly. He and Yvette come for dinner sometimes at my
house. I love Leroy, I want what’s best for him, and
what’s best for him is Yvette in the long run.

My husband is surprised at the sudden upsurge in our sex
life. It’s good to love him again. But I have to admit;
I do miss Leroy’s love, and his young powerful body.

*

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