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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: That was not My Name Author: Moolla Nizamoollah Najm Asaf-Jah "Hazrat Shudralingayat" Category: mfsm, shudra, haramzadi, qarn It was only recently that it started to happen. Yes, I had been scared of those frightening Shudra Goondas since I was a child. But then which Aryan Muslim boy is not ? They were so Kala (black), muscular and aggressive. Of course, that is the precise reason why they were so prized as Goondas and Thugs by the Zamindars and Anjumans (organizations) of the Shahr (city). And our mohalla, being the Mohalla of rich Zamindars and business men, had a large number of muscular Kala Shudra Goondas. It was only a few fortnights that one of the mohalla Shudra Goondas had been following me. It was frightening, having a large and massively built Kala Shudra follow you. But he never tried to catch up with me, and just stayed behind me. Nor did he ver speak to me. As I walked home one day after my work, I saw him again. He was across the narrow gullee, on the other side. He stepped forward. This time he was much closer to me than normal. Bare-chested, he only wore a tight white lungi around his loins. His wide and muscular black chest glistened in the evening light. I saw his teeth flash in his ugly Kala face. I saw his hands jerk repeatedly upwards towards his broad Dravidian nose, both his black fingers stretched wide. "Qarnu, Qarnu, Qarnu!" I heard him say. "Cuckold, cuckold, cuckold!" I was frozen to the spot. Slowly, he untied his dhoti, pulling out his Zubb (penis). I had, of course, heard the rumours of the mythical penis size of Shudra men. Yet, nothing prepared me for what that Shudra Goonda had between his legs. His Zubb was enormous, and looked like it was fully one foot long. It looked more like a Telingana Black Snake than the penis of a man. He stroked his huge black penis with one rough hand. He pumped his hips back and forth towards me. Then he formed a ring, resembling a vagina, with one hand and pumped his Zubb into that ring. I heard him say my Bibi's name. "Zoha, Zoha, Zoha," he said. Ya Allah! No! I quickly ran to my house as I heard his deep laughter fade into the distance. I tried to appear normal at my mahal, admiring my Bibi's beauty. Surely, my devoted Bibi, lovely as a Farsi Pari (Farsi fairy), with a bewitchingly beautiful face like a rosy-cheeked Kashmiri beauty, could never have betrayed me. After serving me warm mutton biryani, we went to bed. As she lay there, modest in her beauty, I moved my mouth onto hers and kissed her. Suddenly the vision I had previously that day returned. Ya Allah, it could be. No. I thought I could smell him on her! I swore I could. The musky scent of his Dravidian sweat. No! It could not be! He must have just been lying to make me feel low. Quickly I blot out any such thoughts and passionately kissed my Bibi. Then my hand moved to her mound of love. I felt the hairy vulva, and then inserted one finger. Again my mind was tormented. Was that just her love-juice, or was that the Kala Shudra's Thukm ? No! It could not be! I moved those bad thoughts from my mind and bokked my Bibi hard. She opened her legs and I had a wonderful view of her sacred Islamic Kussi. The Kussi which only I was to enjoy. I moved my hard, pink five-angosth (five inch) to the steaming entrance of her vagina. Then I entered her. She wrapped her lovely ivory legs around me and I started to mate with her. Again, the nightmare returned. She seemed much looser than normal. Had she been stretched out by that Shudra Haramzada's big Kala Zubb ? No! It could not be! All those Kala Shudra Haramzadas lied and claimed that our fair Aryan Muslim Bibis liked them. I once again blotted the thoughts from my mind and started to enjoy my Bibi. It must have been because she was so wet and garm. I moved my lips to hers, with my hard Zubb inside her Kussi. "Bokk me, Ya Allah, zor bokk," she gasped. "Bang me." She moved her head to the side, her eyes closed. Her moans were louder. I wondered what she was thinking of. In a tongue I had never before heard her use, she gasped. "Zor bokk, Dombo! Zor bokk! Bang me hard, Dombo, bang me hard!" Dombo. Dombo! That was not my name! Nor was that even a Muslim name! It was a Shudra name! The End