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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. | |___________________________________________________| Simply Too Loud by Ghulam Shamsher Osmani Bangalistani One day I came home much earlier than usual from my madrasa (school). I heard some noises coming from down the hall and went that way. Half way down the hall, I recognized what the noises coming from the open darwaza of my parents' bedroom were. They stopped me dead in my tracks. Grunting and groaning. Moans and whimpers. Snorts and pants. The familiar slap of naked flesh on naked flesh. These were all the tell-tale sounds of vigourous copulation. These were the sounds of hot and sweaty animal sex. Was it my Madar and Papa ? It was the most natural leap for a son to make. But then there were other considerations which indicated that this was not so. The sounds were very loud, much louder than any I had ever heard, and I was sala sure that it could never be Papa giving Madar that good pounding. Not with his little Safedoo Soo-soo (pisser). I had seen it - once - when I was much younger, urgently bursting into the bathroom at the wrong time. I caught Papa urinating. It was the second Zubb I had seen, after mine. I had been happy that he was as small as me, because I had thought mine to be small. I had always agonized about the small size of my Zubb, because it was only as long as my forefinger, and almost as thick around. Seeing my Papa, and later the other boys in the mohalla, made me feel normal. Curiosity overcame me. I had to see who it was who was copulating with my Madar. From the raw animal sounds my Madar was making, that man was bokking her the way an Aurat deserves to be pleasured. I tip-toed to the darwaza and peeked inside. However, despite all my previous suspicions, I was not at all prepared for the unimaginable sight that greeted my innocent eyes. Madar was astraddle a very tall, thick-set Admi. His face and upper body were blocked by her totally nangee (naked) backside from my view. I could only see his stout legs, and from this I realized the most startling aspect: that the strange man, the man underneath her, was Kala (black). Before I had recovered from this shock, I realized that the distance my Madar rode her large white buttoks up and down was very long indeed. After a few strokes I could make out the total length of the Shudra man's organ. It was unbelievable. By that time, I had seen enough Zubbs to know what the average size of us boys was. So I could truly tell what was relaly big. And he had the biggest Zubb I had ever seen. "Going to get all that Thook out of your big Kala Shudra Lund, Huzoor," I heard her croak hoarsely. Going to make your Kala Shudra Haramzada Linga shoot a bottle of Thook inside me. Normally, my Madar was a placid Orat who, even when she became angry, never uttered any slang words. But there, I had just heard her use obscene words of the brothel like "Kala", "Lund and "Linga" coming of my pure Madar's mouth. But then, while I hate to admit it, the truly impressive black Shudra Linga she was slamming her hips up and down on would elicit a string of vile verbiage from any Orat (woman). No Orat would have been able to remain silent if a Zubb that great had been stuck inside of their Fuddis. I wanted to see that massive Shudra super-Zubb ejaculate. I knew she had already orgasmed several times, because the Kala bull's crotch was moistened by her copious spendings, silvery strands of Orat-fluid dangling all across the region, down to his big black Dravidian testicles. Who sala was this Kalloo ? As expected, the man's voice was not the talk of an aristocratic Navab or an educated Sahib. It was the rough street inflection, full of foul words. I was surprised my Madar was subserviently calling her Shudra Yar as "Huzoor" (master), instead of his proper name. This was not the modest, proper, devout Muslim Madar I had known all my life. My Madar was clearly in heat, she was pounding her puffy Fuddi down on her Shudra Yar's great Zubb harder and with great determination. She was comfortable taking it all in with every ferocious downward slam of her relentlessly plunging pelvis. "Chalo (Come on), Huzoor," my Madar urged her Admi. "Shoot your sloppy Thook inside your nasty Safedi Haramzadi. I want to feel your big Kala Shudra Zubb flood my nasty Aryani Fuddi with those hard jets of Thook." She slammed down on him, and her body went stiff. Her fleshy milky buttock cheeks tightened up and I could see some juice gush out around the base of the wrist-thick Shudra Lund embedded deep inside her. "Ya Allah!" she cried. "Flood my garm Safedi Fuddi with your strong Shudra Thook. Shoot it all the way up into my Bacha-dan !" The Shudra pinned beneath my Madar grabbed her ample hips in his two powerful black hands. I could sense that Madar was about to get her deepest wish. Wanting to see his ejaculation more closely, I quietly moved into the room. He pulled her down and at the same time thrust up with his own hips. I saw his big black Dravidian testicles suck up into his scrotum and then he growled like a triumphant Dravidian buffalo. I retreated after that. I never told my Papa or my dosts about this, as telling the tale would have also entailed talking about the intimidating size of the Shudra man's big Kala Lund (black penis), which would have been embarassing for me. The End