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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. | |___________________________________________________| Title: No Talaq for My Bibi Author: Navab Nang-ood-Deen Khan Lahori "Naqli Telingani" Category: Story Status: Done My name is Faizal Khan and my Bibi is Faizi Khan. We live in Jaunpur and till recently I had a happily married life. Not too long ago, I had noticed that my Bibi's fuddi was getting stretched out. In fact, I could barely feel her fuddi. As this caused less friction for me, it decreased my sexual pleasure. Worse still, I found that I was not able to pleasure my Bibi, and she just lay there as I chod her. One night, when love-making, I mentioned this fact to her. She then said that maybe it it was my zubb which had become smaller. Well, that shut my mouth. was too hot, os her fuddi had expanded in the heat. Well, my zubb had not expanded in the heat, so I was still puzzled and her response did not satisfy me. Next morning, I went to work, more puzzled than before. At work, my suspicions worked relentlessly upon my mind until finally I decided to test my Bibi and check on her myself. Leaving work early one day, around mid-day, I started my journey home. As I approached our mahal, I noticed an unfamiliar rickshaw parked outside our house. I wondered whether the unknown man had used it to reach my house. Curious, I entered our home. As I slowly entered like a *chor*, I listened carefully, but could not hear anything. Looking slowly around the ground floor I did not see anybody. Beginning to feel foolish, I suddenly heard a loud female groan from upstairs. Shaking, I quietly climbed the stairs towards the marriage bed-room. Reaching the top, I peered around the corner into our bedroom. What I saw shocked me no end. There lay my beautiful Bibi on her back, on a diwan. Her fair feminine white feet rested on the muscular black shoulders of the most fearsome Shudra man I had ever seen. As my view was from the side, I could see his large Black zubb saw in and out of my Bibi's delicate white fuddi as he mashed her lovely fair mamas with his monstrous dark hands. This Shudra haramzada had the largest zubb I had ever seen. It was twice as thick and three times as long as my own modest pink Aryan erection. I would never have thought hat he would be able to get it into any woman, but then I rememberd how distended her fuddi had been and I realized that it was possible. I was in shock as I watched my Bibi's fuddi lips cling to this Shudra man's thick black shaft on each out-stroke. With each inward thrust he burrowed into her to the andas within her body. For a moment I thought I should run and pull that gandoo off my Bibi, but I realized that physically, I was no match for that Shudra man. It would have been very easy for him to kill me. Instead, I stood in petrified disbelief. I heard him telling my bibi that her fuddi was very tight. "But you must have stretched it, because my husband was telling me you stretched me." "What you said ?" he asked. "I told him that it was too warm, so my fuddi expanded in the heat," she replied. "I told him his zubb must have become smaller," she replied and they both laughed. More surprisingly, she told him that her fuddi belonged to him and he could chodo her any time he desired. He laughed and I cringed. "Come, sala. Make me pregnant." she hissed. I had not even considered that possibility. Straining my ears, I tried to hear what they were saying. "What can you have bacchas ?" he asked. "This is my fertile time of month," she replied. "Accha," he laughed. "I am going to plant my haramzada kala bacha deep inside your khokh (womb), kutti!" "Yes," moaned my Bibi as her hips ground up against his shaft in obvious orgasm. "Give me your baby," she moaned. Seeing this was bad enough, but hearing about my Bibi wanting to get impregnated made my knees buckle and I had to sit down to avoid falling. "What about your gaandoo husband ? What will he do when you habb a haramzada Kala Shudra baccha?" asked the Shudra. "Sala, who cares about him?" replied Faizi caustically. "Either he will run away in fright, his Aryan noonee shrivelled up, or he will talaq (divorce) me. This *mahal* is part of my meher. Either way I get this mahal. Or, if he is a real Pandoo (Brahmin, cuckold), he will stay and get used to me being a Shudra-Chod." The ugly Shudra man laughed, saying, "Kutti, I will give you all the Shudra zubb you ever wanted!" "Yes," whisphered Faizi as she bit her lip, trying to take all of his strong black phallus. "Sali, you are a garam kutti," grunted the Shudra. I watched in horror as his toes dug into the mattress thrusting into her even harder. She was begging him to shoot his *dhaat* inside of her, asking him to impregnate her with his sperm. I could see the strong black muscles straining on his body as his huge black penis almost fully withdrew from her rosy fuddi before savagely thrusting back inside her. I could hear and see his large black *andas* (testicles) as they slapped against her popo. "Sali, Gori Kutti, Lelo!" he suddenly yelled. "Have my Kala Haramzada (black bastard)!" He grunted loudly, fully burying himself within my bibi. I watched his andas spams on their own as his body shook in release. From the strong musky smell which filled the room, I knew that his ugly black Sura sperm had erupted into my once tight Bibi. Since his huge phallus could go so deeply insie her, there was a high chance that his Dravidian sperm was burrowing into my Bibi's pure Aryan Muslim egg, fertilizing her. This was a privilege which should have been reserved for me alone. Instead, I had lost the evolutionary race, in fact, my entire Aryan Muslim race had lost one of our females. He continued thrusting into her many times, telling her he was "shooting his dhaat in deep", before finally collapsing upon her as he savagely gnawed her breasts. My Bibi groaned, "Shukriya (thank you)" in gratitude for the breeding she had just received. A short while later, he slowly removed his then flaccid organ from her fuddi. With humiliation I noted that soft it was still considerably loner than mine even when fully erect. When he removed his huge shaft, I noticed my Bibi's gaping white fuddi, stretched wide, and full of his viscous black Shudra sperm. Quickly moving to my Bibi's face, he commaned her to clean him. Without hesitation my Bibi took his slime-covered zubb deep into her mouth. After this, he lay beside her. Her zaban bathed his resting, but still menacing, black log. Gradually rising, I was totally beaten and felt emasculated. I had just seen that Shudra haramzada- probably the blackest man on the face of the earth - shoot his scummy load deep inside my fertile Bibi. I knew I would never forget my Bibi's screams encouraging him to impregnate her. My whole world had suddenly turned upside down. How could I compete with that Shudra mustanda ? Slowly, I left the mahal on incredibly shaking legs, a defeated man, feeling sexually inferior. Although I did not know what was going to happen, I knew that I would never feel the same after what I saw. I went straight to a dhaba where I drank a lot of sherbet and lassi, all the time wondering what I should do. I ran numerous scenarios through my mind, wondering what I should say to my Bibi. Should I talaq her? I remembered her words that she would get the mahal if I did. Finally near the middle of the night, I went back to my house. Nine months after that, my Bibi delivered a baby. The moment I saw it, I knew that it was the Shudra man's baby - it had his father's thick black skin, ugly wide nose, slobbering lips and wavy hair. The boyish black penis was already longer than the fair Aryan average, showing that he had also inherited his father's genital attributes. The midwife smiled wickedly when she saw the baby, and knew that I was not the father. I did not talaq my Bibi, but remained as her husband, for the loss of the mahal would have been too much of a blow for me. I would have to work ten years to be able to buy another mahal like that. So I decided to quietly bear her Shudra haramzada baccha. This bastard child is a constant reminder of my Bibi's unfaithfulness. Never have I mentioned the totally non-Aryan features of the child, for I was scared she would make the Shudra man beat me. Fortunately, our life continues as before, and she continues her affair in secret. The End