_|_ |_| / \ /\ / \ /\ / \ / \ / \ | | | | | | \ / \ / \ / \__/ \_____/ \__/ |__| |_____| |__| ___ _______ _______ ___ | _ _ | | | | Persianate Erotic Library | | | | | | (Farsiyya | | | | | | Kitabistan-e-Lizzat) | | | | |_| http://asstr.org/~mughal |_| | ____|____________________________________|_____ | | | Erotic Stories in Iranianate Languages (Farsi,| | Urdu, Punjabi, Hindustani or Hindi for short, | | Bengali, Oudhi, Sindhi & Kashmiri), Prakritic | | Indo-Aryan (Guzerati, Marathi, Braj, Sanskrit,| | Concani, Oriya, Assamese, Maithili, Magadhi, | | Rajasthani & Bhojpuri) & Dravidian Languages | |_______________________________________________| ----------------------------------------------- | Note | | - No Copyright: This article has been | | released to the Public Domain by the | | author. Distribute Freely for any use. | | - This is an erotic story involving all | | manner of sexual acts between persons, | | different races, animals, hermaphrodites | | and objects. 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Please read these before | | proceeding below. | |_____________________________________________| ---------------------------------------------------- | No Copyright: I, the creator of this work, hereby | | release it into the public domain. This applies | | worldwide. Further, I grant any entity the right | | to use this work for any purpose, without any | | conditions. Distribute Freely. | |___________________________________________________| The Humbling of Amir Zaman Lahori by Nawabzada Taj-ood-Deen Khan Lakhnavi "Chota Lund Gora Londa" Amir Zaman was a young Punjabi Muslim boy who lived in Lahore with his family. His family were Ashrafi Muslims of Perso-Arabic descent, and were hence proud of their lineage and heritage. However, it was rumoured that many of the Ashrafi Muslim females secretly visited the Shudra mohalla to mate with the Kala Shudra males. And unfortunately for Amir, it was rumoured that his sweet Bajee (elder sister) Zoya was one of the local females who had a secret preference for the Kalloos. When they wanted to make him angry, the mohalla boys would taunt him about his Bajee. When one of the mohalla boys said, "You know, some of the Muslim girls like those Kalloos ...", Amir knew where they would be going with the topic. Or they would say, "Some of our Muslim sisters go to that Shudra mohalla ..." His face would turn a bright red. "Don't talk about my Bajee like that ..." he would say. The other mohalla boys would laugh, but Amir did not think it was so funny. Even if one of the mohalla boys merely asked "How is your Bajee, Amir ?", Amir would immediately become angry and give the boy an angry look. Initially, Amir did not believe the rumours. After all, the Musulmanis were supposed to wear burqas at all times, so how could they know ? But at the same time, the burqa also served as a shild, a veil of secrecy behind which wanton irls could hide their reue preferences. However, after some time the ruours became so regular that he started having doubts. Amir did not know whether all those rumours were true or not. The taunting had become too much. He had to find out the truth for himself. That day itself he went back to his mahal and went upstairs. There, in her room, was his Bajee Zoya. He had always admired his Bajee. Could all those rumours about his sweet Bajee be true ? Amir always denied it, and could never believe that she would do all those dreadful things which the mohalla boys said she did. When Amir entered her room and salaamed her, Zoya greeted him with a low "Jeete Roho". There was an awkward silence. Amir fumbled with his fingers. He imagined that it would be easy to ask her. But now that they were facing each other, all he could do was stare at the divan. Amir struggled with what to say. Leaning forward, as if hiding what he was saying from some imaginary people, he asked, "Zoya Bajee, do you do it ?" Zoya's eyes grew wide and a faint smile crossed her face. She posed as if excessively confused and asked, "Do what ?" Amir sighed. "You know, the mohalla boys say that you do bad things." Zoya stared at him and then whispered too, "What bad things ?" "Do you - you know - do bad things with boys ?" he stammered. Zoya let out a loud sigh. "I know what you mean. Why do I bokk those Kalloos (blackies) ? Is that not what you are actually asking ?" Amir looked down in embarassment. "No, I don't mean ..." Zoya continued her diatribe; "Why do I spread my Safedi Musulmani legs for those Buzurg Kala Shudra Naras ? Why do I crave Kalloo Dravida Zubb ? Why do I let those Kalloos shoot their Thukm inside my Safedi Punjabi body ? Is that what you mean ?" Amir leaned back under her verbal onslought. He lowered his voice, hoping that his Bajee would follow. "Why do you embarrass the family. All the boys of the mohalla think you are a Tawaif. Some of the Shudras say they have enjoyed you and talk about you too. Some day Mama and Papa will come to hear these rumours, and then you will be in trouble!" Zoya laughed loudly. "So, the mohalla boys think I am a Tawaif ? Is it because I am a tawaif for Shudra Zubb ? Would they talk to me that way if I was just bokking nice little Safedoo Punjabi Muslim boys ?" Amir wanted to respond to her accusation, but all he could do was silently allow his lips to quiver in horror. Slowly sinking into his chair, he felt like he was actually shrinking. Zoya, in contrast, sat upright. "Let us be honest, little brother. The only reason all the mohalla boys are embarrassed about me is because the men I bokk (copulate) are big Kala Shudra Goondas. They cannot stand one of their own pure Ashrafi Musulmani sisters getting her pure Safedi Kussi filled up with a Kala Shudra Nara. It makes them feel inferior." Amir sheepishly looked around the room. He sank further into his kursi. Zoya meanwhile, seemed unfazed. "The only reason they are upset is because they cannot imagine what it feels like to have a big hard Kala Shudra Lingam push up inside them. But I cannot have enough of it." Amir's face turned red. He closed his eyes in shame, trying to make the whole scene go away. Finally, Zoya leaned back on the divan and seemed to relax. Amir hoped that maybe she had gotten everything out of her system and that he could talk to her again. Lowering her voice, Zoya said, "So what about you ?" "What do you mean ?" "How about you ? Can you imagine how it feels to have a big hard Kala Shudra Zubb push up inside of you ?" Amir shook his head vigourously. "No, never ..." Zoya laughed. "Come, I know you must be thinking about it sometimes. Don't you ?" "No." "Yes, you must be." "Zoya Bajee, you are disgusting. Why do you say this ?" "I bet you lie in bed at night, thinking about what it would be like to have one of those big, Kala Shudras grab you from behind and impale your skinny white Punjabi Nabur with his Buzurg Kala Malabari Minar, don't you ?" "No, by Allah! I don't think I can talk to you any more ..." "You want it, don't you ? I bet you dream about it all the time. I know you must be dreaming of chusoing one of those huge Kala Shudra Lingams, hoping that it would help make your short Safedoo Doodool longer." Amir bolted to his feet, his body trembling. "That is disgusting, Zoya Bajee. I could never believe that all those rumours were true." Zoya kept her eyes locked on her younger brother Amir. "I can almost hear you scream while one of those Kala Shudra Goondas shoots his Thukm deep into your Qoon." Amir stumbled out of the door as he moved out. Zoya laughed derisively as he walked away. "You should try it! Tell one of those Shudras to give you some of tha Kala Nara. You will never know what it feels like until you try it!" Amir pushed out of the room. He shook his head violently as if to deny all that she had said. He was shocked that all that the mohalla boys had said was true. A few days later, Amir found Zoya and one of her friends, Taslima, in his room. Before he could react, the two girls had wrestled him to the floor. Then his Bajee Zoya took out an enormous black dildo which was modelled on the oversized penis of a Shudra warrior, or a Malabari wrestler. She sodomized her brother Amir with it. Amir was sorry that he had dared to ask his Bajee all those questions that day. The End