I'd taken extensive precautions to prevent any unpleasant surprises prior to our anal sex encounter. I had a bowel movement two hours prior, and afterwards I washed my ass with soap and water. Oh, and I didn't eat anything. I figured my ass would be as smooth as a newly paved highway when Ray got to stick his cock inside. Little did I know that unexpected things always happen. After I complained about some slight discomfort, Ray pulled his dick out of my ass and then applied some lube on his member. Moments after he pulled out of me, something unexpected happened. I, um, farted. Loudly. For a moment I just stared at Ray and he at me. Neither of us said anything. Laughing, Ray rolled his eyes and I smiled nervously, for I was on the verge of dying from embarrassment.
You're only human sweetie, Ray said reassuringly, pulling me close and kissing me on the forehead. I smiled and gently kissed him. I'm ready for more, I said and he nodded before pressing his dick against my asshole. He added more lubricant and this time he slid inside of me easily enough. I'm okay, I said, and this time I absolutely meant it. Ray raised my big legs in the air, resting them on his shoulders and resumed fucking my ass with that magnificent ebony cock of his. I fingered my pussy and closed my eyes as Ray pounded my ass. It hurt oh so good, and I loved every minute of it. When he came, exploding violently in my ass and filling my rectum with his cum, I cried out in sheer pleasure mixed with some deliciously hot pain.
For a while I just lay there, my mouth slack and drooling, my eyes drooping, and my body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Ray slowly pulled his dick out of my asshole and I gasped at the sudden emptiness. Once more I farted, but this time Ray and I both laughed at the same time. How do you feel? Ray asked me. I feel wonderful, I said as I stretched on the bed, basking in the warm afterglow of a good fucking. Ray lay next to me, and for a long, tender moment we just held each other. I wish it could be like this all the time, just me and him, but deep down I know that it can never be. And that is most unfortunate because Ray means a lot to me. In my entire life everyone whom I met has defined me by my religion and ethnicity. I'm the Hijab-wearing daughter of a conservative, wealthy Saudi-American businessman. Ray is a member of the men's cross country team here at Saint Paul University and one of the most famous people on campus. We like each other but we're too different.
What do I mean by that? Where do I begin? Please bear with me. I cherish my sweet Ray but I'm a Muslim woman and he's a Christian man. And even if he were to convert to Islam, my racist Saudi parents would never let us be together because he's Black. Racism is alive and well in the Muslim world. Many pretend it doesn't exist but it's there. The Arabian communities have lived in proximity with African nations for thousands of years and have a history of conflict with them. At one time Egypt was ruled by an African king from nearby Nubia ( present day Sudan ) who conquered it after lawlessness had taken over Egypt following the fall of an Egyptian king. With the advent of Islam, pan-Arabism and Arabian supremacy began dominating the Middle East and much of North Africa which further drove a wedge between Blacks and Arabs. We're neighbors, we trade, we visit each other's countries but it's not a love fest. Living conditions for me and all others like me, unfortunately.
