Religious muslim girl’s first BBC [MF] [interracial]

I’m now in my late 20s and about to get married, but before I do, I wanted to get some things off of my chest. Mainly, some wild experiences I’ve had that will never be acceptable to my family. All identifying details have been changed to preserve my anonymity. Please give feedback and don’t be too harsh because this is my first time posting.

Growing up, I was your typical religious girl of a South Asian background living all over the world and moving quite frequently. My parents were quite religious and despite being very affluent, being born in and having spent most of my life in the west, I was expected to wear the hijab as soon as I hit puberty. My parents made sure that I prayed 5 times a day and visited the mosque as frequently as possible. That said, I discovered porn in my teens and in addition to praying and fasting regularly, I was seriously devoted to masturbation.

Needless to say, being born in a deeply religious family living in the West I felt trapped and restricted — although I always have and always will love my family unconditionally. I was finally able to taste freedom, literally, when I moved out to college on the East Coast (in US). I lived on college residence and soon met a boy of the same background as me, Taimur, and our flirting eventually led to him fingering me and culminated with him taking my virginity. We confided our deepest and darkest fantasies to each other and found enacting them very liberating given our religious backgrounds. Things didn’t last long however and we broke up about 18 months into the relationship, when he had to move towns.

After a brief period of hostilities we rekindled our sexual relationship online and in the mean time I formed a crush on a TA in one of my classes, Amar, who happened to be an international student from Africa. He was always helpful to me in the class and labs and went out of his way to make sure that I was doing well. His kind demeanor won me over within first few weeks of class. What made him even more attractive was that he had come to American on a scholarship and prior to that he had lived in a small village, working hard to help his mother and siblings survive. Having worked the land all his life he was very physically fit and stood an entire foot over my 5’4″ frame. He was also very simple, didn’t really socialize much and despite having spent several years in America, was still not in tune with social and cultural norms. He would send all of his scholarship money to his family back home and as a result lived a very simple and frugal life.

I digress here to describe my physical appearance at the time. I was slightly below average height, with a c-cup and a body that wasn’t slim but definitely not fat (I had never seen the inside of a gym yet then!). My dark hair at the time reached just at the shoulder blades but no male other than family members, and Taimur, had seen it. I wore fairly loose clothes with tops that came well below my hips to cover all of my curves. My hijabs were rather daggy, mostly black in colour, with little to no adornment.

Over the course of the semester I began to form a friendship with him. He would help me with my assignments and I would tell him about pop culture, social conventions etc. By this time, Taimur and I were also on friendly terms. Sensing my growing interest in Amar, Taimur encouraged me to enjoy myself. Truth be told, I had been reluctant to have sex with Taimur at first because I was afraid of losing my virginity to someone I did not end up marrying. By now, I knew that I probably wouldn’t marry the man who had taken my virginity. So I slowly warmed up to the idea of possibly doing something with Amar. I was still in the midst of thinking about all of this when out of no where one day Amar asked me out. He and I had been previously talking about him trying to find someone and I told him how he could ask a girl he might be interested in and take her to a restaurant. We talked about the do’s and dont’s of dating. And then the following week, out of the blank, he asked me out on a date. I was a bit shocked, but I said yes.

On the day, he come to my apartment (I had since moved off-campus). He looked very charming in his dark but glowing skin, a collared red shirt that was not tucked in, and pressed dress pants. After greeting him at the door I asked him where we were going, and he said to his most favourite place in the city: McDonald’s. I could barely contain my laugh at his simplicity. He had never been used to eating out, much less fine dining, and over his many years in America, he still thoroughly enjoyed Big Macs. I on the other hand was still very conscious of eating halal only. So at McDonald’s we talked and ate and laughed for several hours until after finishing our meals. As we were walking back, I told him I couldn’t believe he had never been intimate with a girl before. And he just shrugged and responded that’s why he was looking to find someone now. I told him he shouldn’t be too shy and just go for the girl who likes him. And then I ever so slightly touched his hand.

But he didn’t make anything off it. We kept walking and a minute or so later, I made a more deliberate contact with his hand and he finally clasped mine in his. I think asked him if he had ever wanted to kiss a girl. Of course, he replied. So I asked if he wanted to kiss me. And before I knew it, I was pressed against the back wall of a closed used clothing store and his lips were planted on mine. He savoured every second of it and gently stuck my tongue in his mouth. Before I knew it, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up to his level so that now I was pinched between his body and the wall, aloft in the air. It was then that I sensed the throbbing in between his thighs and broke the kiss…gasping..

Holy shit! He had a massive cock! Taimur’s penis was a mere 5 inches. I could immediately tell that Amar had a huge dick, but more importantly it was fucking thick. While chatting to me about Amar, Taimur had joked that this might be my only opportunity to try a big black cock before I get married off to a religious boy. I had laughed it off, but now realized that he might have been right. It was so big that I was terrified to even touch it. Amar got worried that I broke the kiss, I didn’t say anything about his dick but assured him everything was okay and locked my lips onto his again. I continued to panic about his dick and my ability to handle it however. We finally broke our make-out session when we heard footsteps in the distance and resumed our walk home. This might sound very weird, but I was actually very self-conscious about removing my hijab. Just removing it used to make me feel naked. I didn’t particularly enjoy wearing it, but it had become an essential part of my identity.

At home I opened the door and invited him in and as we walked in I realized, looking at my reflection in the stand up mirror by the door, that I was wearing my headscarf and had just made out with a non-Muslim guy who has never even seen my hair. We moved to my pull out couch and I asked if he wanted to see my hair. I slowly and shyly pulled out the pins holding my hijab together and finally unraveled it to reveal my hair. He told me he loved my hair. Thanks, I replied awkwardly. I sat down on his lap facing him and kissed him some more. I could now feel the tip of his throbbing cock pocking against my inner thighs. His hands started to finally roam and grabbed a hold of my breasts through my shirts. I think he was pleasantly surprised by how big and plump they were. I also felt my pussy was getting soaking wet. But I could tell there was no way I was going to be able to fuck what felt like a python in his pants. But curiosity got the better of me and I finally whispered that I wanted to take off his clothes.

I started with his shirt, and I couldn’t believe how fit his body was! It was as though it had been sculpted by Michelangelo himself lol! I then took off his pants and holy fuck he had a massive cock… easily 8-9 inches long, and so thick that I could not wrap my hand around it. But it was at that moment I realized that I wasn’t prepared. Neither of us had thought things would progress so fast and he didn’t know he should have brought condoms. That’s when I realized that I had grabbed a bag of free goodies from one of the stalls at a fair in college which included free condoms for some safe sex initiative. I ran sacked through my cupboard to find and and finally did. He had no idea what to do with a condom so I rolled it onto his dick which was already oozing plenty of precum. I quickly jumped out of my clothes and at was the moment he first got a good look at my entire naked body. The condom barely fit but at that point neither of us cared. Although I had sex before, I still wasn’t very good at it. He knew nothing. So I figured it would be best to go missionary style. I laid down on the couch and guided him to mount me and put his tip into my vagina which was extremely wet by now. He tightly squeezed my boobs and started pushing his cock in, but I hadn’t had sex in almost a year. On top of that, the one and only dick to have fucked me was barely half the size of Amar’s. I winced and cried in pain and after 10-15 minutes of futile trying we stopped.

I felt horrible. But I was also really bad at giving blowjobs by then. Taimur never particularly liked blowjobs, so I never got much practice. Tonight however, I was keen to make Amar’s night. I told him to sit on the couch, grabbed a couple of pillows and towels and put them on the floor and get on my knees. I could not even fit the whole of his tip in my mouth but I gave it good succulent sucking and licked his cock all over. I spat it and then licked his balls, as I’d seen porn stars do. My hands jerked off his cock as i licked and sucked on his balls. I was surprised by how little pubic hair he had. That just helped me suck and lick. Before long, I could feel his body tense up and I made sure to put my mouth on his tip and continue sucking while my hand went up and down his shaft. He blew a huge load into my mouth. Until that moment I had abhorred the thought of cum in my mouth, but I don’t know what it was about Amar… whether he was black, or whether that we were having completely frivolous sex, or the thought of rebelling against my strict upbringing. I just devoured his hot, sticky cum. But to my surprise, he just kept cumming and cumming and cumming… I choked! A lot of it spilled out of my mouth as I did, falling onto my tits and onto the ground.

I swallowed what I could and wiped the rest off of my body with a towel. Then I climbed onto his lap again and he kissed me as his throbbing cock went limp between my legs and oozed out a bit more cum. I couldn’t believe I had just helped gave a 27 year old chiseled man the first blowjob of his life.

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