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Memories

This happened in the summer of 1972. I'm writing now because I recently saw a girl on TV whose unusual name and resemblance brought the memories flooding back...

She moves with graceful feline elegance. With dusky brown skin, long glossy black hair, come to bed eyes, beautiful lips just made for sucking dick, slim waste and flat stomach and very long, slender legs she is stunning. The way she moves and her beauty combine to craft one of the sexiest looking woman I’d ever seen and I’d lusted after her for months. I've always been a slim body, pert tits and long limbs man and she ticks all my boxes. But I see four problems, at around sixteen or seventeen she is much too young, she is recently married, she is Muslim and she is Pakistani. So many barriers for a single, thirty year old, agnostic Africa immigrant to break down. So what's the point of wasting time dreaming except that I enjoy every fuck my imagination gives me.

I rounded the corner and there she was, picture perfect, walking a few paces behind her husband, the lucky sod. My dick began to stiffen as I feasted on her beauty.

My thoughts were interrupted. "You..."

I'd not really taken much notice of her husband other than thinking he's so lucky and wishing it was me in his place but I tore my eyes from the feast and looked at him.

"You... You like my wife, yes?"

Well she is stunning, I think a lot of guys would drool. Is he having a go because I eyed up his wife?

After a few seconds silence he said "You like her, yes? You want to fuck her, yes?"

He can’t be asking me if I want to fuck his wife so he must be objecting to my obvious desire. I didn’t know what to say but I managed. "I'm really sorry, she is a very beautiful woman and you are a lucky man".

He stared at me for a few more seconds then glanced at his wife and nodded before turning back to me and saying, "It is good then. At ten o'clock tonight you come to my house and you fuck my wife, yes?"

I stood there, mouth open in shock as he walked on and she dutifully followed, she looked very embarrassed but she reached out and touched my arm as she passed.

I was unsure if it was a wind up or some kind of nigger bashing trick so I had no intention of going. Even so I ended up making an excuse and left the pub early. I reasoned that I had nothing else to do as I walked along the street just after ten, did he mean it, probably not but I lived in hope.

Their door opened as I passed, "I am Malik, come". He ushered me into their hallway. I could see that he was really nervous but so was I. He said "Hira waits for you in the back room".

I didn’t have any idea what to expect and was tense in anticipation of being jumped. For all I knew it could have been a group of his friends and relatives armed with cudgels and knives waiting for me, but at least I now had a name that I could put to her image when we dream fuck... Hira... I looked through the open doorway my jaw dropped.

I’d had a permanent hard on since we’d met in the street over 5 hours earlier. I’d wanked off a couple of times but I still had a set of lover’s bollocks painful enough to make me walk like I’d just got off a horse. What I saw made my already hard dick jerk to attention and painfully remind me just how sore my balls were.

She was dressed in shinny red and purple latex that looked like it had been sprayed on. The purple tube top hugged her upper body and she obviously didn’t wear a bra underneath. The top finished just below her perfect tits and showed about 12 inches of flawless brown skin then a tight deep red micro skirt that embraced her slender hips. A couple of inches of naked thigh separated the hem of the skirt and the top of purple latex stockings that hugged her long legs. Red stiletto heeled strappy sandals accentuated those long slender legs. Her eyeliner matched her top and lipstick matched her skirt.

You have to take into account that this was almost 40 years ago when anything purple was the height of fashion and rubber clothing was unheard of outside of hazardous environments or kinky London brothels frequented by the rich, the aristocracy and Members of Parliament. The colours were perfect and that latex second skin was so slinky, perfectly figure hugging and sexy and had my erect dick twitching and ready to spurt and I’d fallen in love with latex.

Hira walked toward me. She reached up to my chin and I closed my gawping mouth. I reached out for her to draw her to me but Malik said, "No kissing please".

The reminder of his presence was a real killer and I felt my dick begin to shrink but without preamble or foreplay Hira undid my belt and flies, inched my strides down then reached into my underpants and flicked out my dick. For obvious reasons it was rock hard again.

It was Malik who gasped, I think Hira was speechless. I didn't have the longest dick in the showers but it was acceptable at a little over eight inches but I almost always won the old party favourite 'how much beer or water can you displace from a pint pot' competition because my dick was by far the thickest. This had made me popular with some girls a few years before but I'd sort of grown out of that scene after catching a dose.

Malik left the room. Hira was shaking with nerves and she quietly asked "can I use some delay cream on you please? ... Quick." I nodded and she took out a tube from her bag and began to squeeze. After a few seconds she realised it was still sealed, she punctured it with the cap, squoze a quarter of the tube onto my shaft then quickly put the tube away and began rubbing the cold clear gel into my shaft and balls before her husband came back. I guess this was her secret, but I don’t think she’d used it before because she used far too much.

There was so much gel that it wouldn’t absorb right away and I was on the verge of cumming as she desperately tried to rub the slick gel in before her husband came back. I was so close that I had to stop her a few times as she massaged the gel into my erect shaft and tender balls. It took a few minutes until it began to work and I felt the urge to cum subside.

She dropped to her knees and I stood there caressing her silky smooth hair while she stroked, licked and sucked my rock hard and slightly numb dick. Malik was sitting in the corner of the room where he could see his wife’s lips stretched around my dick. He held his erect but much smaller and thinner dick in his hand and was gently stroking his thumb up and down the tip. I guess he was about half my length and less than half as thick so that’s why Hira was speechless and he gasped when they first saw my dick.

I guided her toward an armchair and sat her down, knelt between her legs and hitched her along so her cunt was at the edge of the seat. I took a rubber from my strides pocket and went to open the packet. She reached to stay my hand and said "I have only had intercourse with my husband and he only with me. We have no disease and we trust you also do not have disease so please not be using condom".

This happened before HIV and AIDS but I'd had a dose of gonorrhoea a few years earlier, although it was easily cured it was very embarrassing so I always used a condom since. Now this dream girl was asking me to fuck her bareback. OK this was a very special situation, a dream come true so I only took me a second to think it through. If she wanted me bareback it was up to her but I certainly wasn’t going to pull out. If it came to that I think I could even stand having my dick scraped by some condescending health worker again if it meant I’d fucked the girl of my dreams. I guided the end of my naked dick towards her crack.

She was very tight and I could feel my bell end pulling and stretching, without the delay dream I’d have cum right then. She yelped and tried to push me away as my thick dick stretched her. She was too dry, nerves I guess. I wish that I had cum right away, it would’ve lubricated her cunt or maybe I should have licked her first to get the juices flowing. I pulled out and went to move my head down but Malik said, "No, only fuck please". I put my hand to her mouth and asked her to spit and then I also spit into my hand. I smoothed the liquid around my shaft then eased it back into her. I worked a couple of inches in and out a few times until she was beginning to relax and open up a bit and then I thrust right in. She screamed as more than eight inches of thick black meat ploughed home then yelped as I bottomed out with that beautifully tight cunt squeezing all along my dick. I held her waste and pulled her hips to me, my tender balls squashed against her arse, oh the sensation as she squirmed and her tight little cunt grasped my dick. She moaned and struggled, my dick felt each movement of her cunt as I pulled us tightly together.

I began to move and she was hurting and she gasped and whimpered. Her face screwed up, she had tears leaking from her eyes and she was very tensed up, she pushed me with each thrust I made. I was beginning to get sore myself in spite of the anaesthetic cream and spitting on my dick. I asked myself if I was doing the right thing here, should I stop, I'm sure it was hurting her too much. I asked and heard Malik say "No" as Hira gasped "no, please no".

I rode her almost full length and she began to sob then openly cry but she held onto my waist, letting me know that I shouldn’t pull out. I’d rammed her tight little cunt so much that my dick felt scraped raw so I pushed in deep and began to strum the tips of my fingers over her clitoris.

With my dick buried to the hilt it was like I wasn't really there, like this was all happening by remote control, I was floating around the pleasure and pain. Her weeping changed to moaning, snapping me back to what was real. I pulled us harder together and began twitching my dick and I redoubled the strumming on her clit. She started to shudder and then her cunt clamped and clenched even tighter around my dick and suddenly she was very wet. Her juices flooded and I could feel her wet warmth burning along my abraded dick, still tight but now she was so smooth and we both began enjoying the ride.

I lifted her ankles onto my shoulder and I could feel the cool latex against my cheeks, I wrapped an arm around her knees and pulled towards me, her legs straightened, her latex clad calves brushed against my chest and cheeks, her thighs against my stomach. I was leaning forward against her legs and she was almost folded in two. With one arm holding her knees together I deep fucked that tight Pakistani cunt with thick black African meat.

I had her on her knees and we fucked doggy style, I had her lying on her back arching across the arm of the char and I could see her belly swell as my dick slid in to fill her up. She stood, leaning forward, hands on the arms of the chair and her legs spread while I took her from behind. Malik hissed "Hira" and she ignored him.

She pushed me onto my back and she straddled me, her feet on my chest and she leaned back and clutched my ankles. I had to hold her ankles to stop her sharp heels gouging my chest as she rode me, bucking her pelvis up and down my shaft. Again I heard Malik hiss "Hira", she still ignored him, I glanced across and he was still sitting on the chair, his eyes glued to my dick ploughing his wife’s cunt. He was bucking up and down fucking his clenched fist.

She had cum another four times now and I was nowhere near when we moved back to the chair and she wrapped her legs round my waste. I was pounding full length and very fast and deep when I first felt the welling. I slowed to control it, I like being on the edge of cumming. It's such a great feeling to hold it back as long as possible especially with a beauty such as Hira wrapped around my dick. My balls hurt like hell and each time they slapped her arse a screaming ache shot through to my kidneys and down my legs.

I was close to exploding when she came again, this was it, I was ready and I speeded up and she moaned and groaned and gasped, her cunt clenched and relaxed round my dick. Just as she was coming back down again I rammed hard home and rubbed her clitoris hard with my thumb, she locked her legs firmly around me and pulled me tight onto her. My hot sperm surged as she rose to another crescendo. My lover’s bollocks exploded their pent up loads of thick creamy sperm. It felt like I was emptying my kidneys, my arse cheeks and my thighs into her. It didn't pulse, it flowed up my shaft like a surging torrent and blasted from me and it just didn't seem to stop. She was rigid, her eyes opened wider and wider as each flowing surge spewed into her tight cunt. After an age the gushing river died down to a pulsing stream and eventually stopped.

That was the best cum I've ever had in my life and I felt completely drained. I only had one as powerful since then and that was years later. I was married by then with two kids, I'd had a vasectomy four days before, my balls were being carried around in a hammock and it felt like a mule had kicked me. I wasn't really meant to ejaculate while my tubes healed but passion got the better of me. Just as powerful and it surprised the hell out of my wife but it wasn’t as good as cumming in Hira.

I went to pull out but she clung onto me with her ankles and pulled me back into her. She reached and wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me toward her and began gyrating her pelvis and clenching her cunt. Again Malik hissed "Hira" and again she ignored him. I began riding her again, slowly and very gently to the sound of squelching sperm, it began to ooze out and dribble down my scrotum and inner thighs. Her face was a picture of passion and she pulled me down to kiss me but Malik spoke up and came to stand beside us, she unwound her legs and let me go when he rested a hand on her shoulder.

There was a loud, wet plopping noise when I pulled my dick out and stood up. Her cunt was glistening with sperm and gapping but beginning top close up. As she closed thick white sperm oozed out and down her crack.

I was tiding myself up to go when Hira and Malik began a sort of hushed, whispered argument. After a couple of minutes Malik turned, he was obviously not pleased with the outcome of their argument, I soon found out why when he asked me "Tonight you will say here, yes? You will sleep in my bed with my wife, yes? You understand that this is not my choosing but that of my wife and she ...we... ask if you will stay here tonight."

That's how I found myself lying in a nice warm bed, between the legs of the most beautiful girl in my world with my dick buried in her now well used, wet and welcoming cunt. Her husband was no doubt sitting on the chair and wanking himself silly, the chair on which he’d just watched his pretty wife being fucked by a black man.

We got no sleep during that perfect night. Without her husband watching we were free to kiss and we did, deeply, passionately and often. We spoke very little but we explored each other’s bodies with joy. I spent some time kissing and licking, stroking and massaging her wonderfully lithe and now naked body. She did the same with me. We kissed and licked and fucked all night. I licked her cunt until she begged me to fuck her and afterwards she sucked and played with my dick until I was hard again. Three times more she massaged delay cream into my dick and balls until the tube was empty and four times more I filled her with my cream.

In the end there was no ceremony, it was just after 4am when Malik came up stars. I’d not long since pumped another load of sperm into his wife and we were lying entwined with my half hard dick still buried in her sloppy and now quite sizeable cunt. He asked me to leave before people in the street were up and about.

It was still grey outside as I left and a guy across the street opened his front door when I was being ushered out. He waved at us, Hira and me, and shouted a bright "good morning". In the hallway behind us I heard Malik whisper something like "Mash’Allah".

Before that night I'd seen Hira maybe a couple or three times a week, usually trailing behind her husband in the street. After that night I didn't see her again until New Year. In October I'd got a better paid job in Manchester but was back in Leeds for the holidays when I saw her again. I went into the corner shop as she was just leaving. She was very pregnant and I held the door open for her as she left and then I followed her out. She was reluctant to speak to me but I walked next to her and I think she was getting worried in case she was seen with a man other than her husband. She stopped and pulled me into a ginnel and held a finger to my lips.

"Shh" she said, "Listen, our belief, our parents, our families are very strict, we are bound by our parent’s wishes and I love Malik very much and what we did is very dangerous. I do not make fun when I say that Malik’s family would kill me for what we did together. Do not misunderstand, it was a very good, enjoyable night that I will always remember with great fondness but for Malik and me it was very emotional. For shame he will never tell another, even we do not talk about that night but know that I carry your child and let that be enough for you. Inch'Allah the child has more the look of me than of you because we do not want our families to know how the child was created. Please understand this and like me, let your thoughts be the memory of that night. Do not try to speak to me again, this is important." With that she walked away.

So I'd been used for a breeding stud, looking back it was not really a surprise but even so I was shocked and had no idea what to think, what was I to do? If the child was mine I had rights, I was to be a father, I felt obliged. But my feelings and my rights meant nothing if they could cause such serious problems for the most beautiful girl I knew so for the best, I did as she said.

From a distance and in snatched steps in time I watched Aishah, my daughter growing up. Back in 91 she disappeared, I guess she was married off and I didn't see her for a few years. Then I spotted Hira walking with Aishah who was holding the hand of a young boy toddling along beside them. Although Aishah has the look of her mother my genes had surfaced in the child who looked more African than Asian.

Now back to 2009, I was sitting reading the newspaper, my wife was watching TV when I heard the name. I looked up and gasped, it could have been her, the same long black hair, the same body shape, the same long legs and she even dressed in similar bright colours. Memory is a wonderful thing, I'm sixty seven years old and I can still raise an impressive erection now and again. My wife has recorded a few episodes because she knows that a good fuck is in the offing after I've spent a moment or two watching the duplicate of my Hira.

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