Fantasy Erotic Stories from much older times

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Just sharing some stories copied from net, these are one can say historical erotica of Mughal and British Raj, contains cuckold, interracial, interfaith, slavery etc. 

Amir's sees His Parents and the Kala Shudra Piyadah Author:
Nawabzada Taj-Ood-Deen Khan Lakhnavi "Chota Lund Gora Londa"

It was Friday evening.  That meant that Murugan would visit our house
for dinner again.  Murugan is a large, black and very muscular Shudra
warrior from the Kala Piyada Mohalla (black foot-soldiers neighbourhood)
[1].  Here stayed the incredibly strong Shudra warriors who, due to their
naturally superior physical strength, dominated the infantry of the Timurid
Caliphate.  Over the last few fortnights, Murugan had become a close dost
(friend) of my parents, and had become a regular visitor to our mahal
(house).  Now, I did not like that ugly Shudra man; in fact, I was scared
of him.

  This frightening Shudra warrior was very dominant with my parents.  But
my parents told everybody in the mohalla that Murugan was a dost (friend)
of my papa, and that they used to play cards together.  But I knew that was
not true, because Papa secretly did not like him either.  In fact, I had
heard Papa arguing with Mama, against Murugan's visits and telling her not
to bring over her "Kala Shudra Goonda" (black Shudra thug).  Mama said that
there were no caste restrictions in ., and told Papa that he was jealous
of Shudra men.  I could not understand any of this.  During these tantrums,
I often heard Papa calling Murugan a "Kala Shudra Haramzada" (black Shudra
bastard) and a "Sala Shudra Madar-Bokka" (ass-hole Shudra mother-fucker)
behind his back.  But when the Shudra man came, Papa was very friendly and
in fact, obsequious and submissive.  And it always ended the same way -
Murugan still came to visit us anyway.

  Now, I am not a suspicious person, but several more mysteries surrounded
this strange Shudra man.  Firstly, ever since he had started visiting, the
Shudra man had dominated both my parents, but my Mama had become more
commanding with Papa and with me as well.  Papa, meanwhile, had changed
totally.  The once-proud '. maulana had become submissive to my mother
and the Shudra man.  Secondly, whenever the Shudra Piyada (foot-soldier)
came for dinner my mother sent me to bed early on.  Thirdly, I wondered why
my devout '. mother, who always wore burqa outside the house and
refused to meet other men, did not seem to mind playing cards with that
ugly Shudra warrior at her home.  Worse still, his visits had become more
and more frequent in recent times.  I could not understand why Mama
insisted that Murugan come over for dinner.  These mysteries surrounding
this strange Shudra man plagued my mind, and I resolved to determine what
was happening.

  That night, instead of going to bed when my Mama sent me away, I stayed
awake till the candles from downstairs went off.  After that, I slowly
walked to my parents' bedroom.  Fortunately, the bedroom door was open, and
I slowly peered in.  Several ,.'abadi candles illuminated the sacred
---c marriage-chamber.  My eyes opened wide in shock as I saw my own
mother, lying completely naked on the diwan.  However, next to my mother
lay not my fair '. papa but the Kala Shudra warrior!  Murugan was lying
naked on his back.  Between his legs was the largest and blackest Zubb
(cock) I had ever seen.  His Kala Lund (black cock) must have been one foot
long.  It was glistening with my mother's saliva as she stroked the flaccid
organ.

  Meanwhile, Papa was sitting on the edge of the diwan (bed), playing with
his hard Safedoo Doodool (whitey cock).  I had always been a curious and
naughty little bacha (boy), and peeked at Papa whenever I had any chance.
So I had seen Papa's Doodool many times when growing up, and had always
thought it was big and manly.  The other mohalla boys told me how big their
Papa's Zubbs were, and my Papa's was the biggest.  But right then, dwarfed
by that giant Kala Shudra Narra (black Shudra cock), my papa's fair Aryan
Doodool (aryan prick) looked so very pink and so pathetically puny.

  My mother was kissing the ugly Shudra man and they talked for a while as
she played with his massive Dravidian erection.  I felt so dirty as I saw
my beautiful '. Mama embrace and kiss that filthy Kala Shudra Aadmi
(black Shudra man).  Ashamed, I thought about all our relatives and what
they would think about what was happening in front of my eyes.  My Mama had
just fallen in love with a Shudra Aadmi (Shudra man), or more specifically,
his Shudra Zubb (Shudra penis).  My Grandfather the late Maulana
Shafiq-oolah would have hated it if he knew what my Mama and Papa were
doing.  Good that he would never find out.

  Then the Shudra Aadmi stood up.  His Kala Shudra Narra (black Shudra
cock) was very long and thick, hanging down half-way to his knees.  My Mama
smiled and asked the Shudra, "Are you going to make that Sala Oolloo
(faggot) chuso (suck) it again ?" The Shudra laughed in his deep masculine
voice and said, "Ha!  (Yes).  It puts dhem down to dheir plays end deaches
dhem respect." I could see Papa move back in fear of the massively built
muscular Shudra Piyadah (foot-soldier).  As I looked at Murugan's
animal-like masculine Dravidian body, I saw that he did not mind standing
undressed or lying on the diwan naked.  The strong Shudra walked over and
stood in front of Papa, grabbing his shoulders to prevent him from moving
from the diwan.  There, he started rubbing his long Kala Zubb against
papa's mouth.  Mama started to massage her own hairy Safedi Qoosi with her
hands as she parted her legs on the diwan.

  Papa's eyes were all glazed.  He seemed in awe of the superior Shudra
Narra in front of his face.

  "You Safed Haramzada, chuso my Kala Shudra Narra !  Come, show yaar
loving Bibi how much you Oolloo Safedoo Mozoos like to chuso Kala Shudra
Naras!" the Shudra snapped.  Then the Shudra man slapped Papa's face with
his long black Dravidian Zubb and pushed it against his red lips again.
This time Papa submitted and parted his lips as the Shudra pushed his
enormous Kala Lund into Papa's mouth.  I could tell Papa was very scared
and intimidated by the muscular Shudra fighter.  In a short while Papa was
chusoing on the long Kala Shudra Narra.  Papa's fair hand was around the
base of the Shudra fighter's huge black Zubb and he was chusoing more of it
into his fair mouth.  It was becoming bigger and harder.  Soon, the Shudra
Zubb had grown to a gargantuan size.  I swear to ,.' that Shudra Narra
must have been one and a half foot long.

  "Haha, your Showhar (husband) is a Sala good Zubb-Chus.  I should know,
I taught him!" said the Shudra man as Papa chusoed his large Dravidian
Lund.

  Then I could hear my mother ask her Shudra Yar, "Are you going to make
him drink your Thukm (sperm)!"

  "Yes!  All these Safedoo Oolloos (whitey faggots) should drink Shudra
Thukm!" exclaimed Murugan in an aggressive tone.  Mama smiled and then came
over, closer to the scene, as if to watch closely what was going to happen.

  The Shudra man took hold of Papa's head, pulled him off the diwan and
pushed him onto his knees.

  "Look!  Look, you Safedi Zali (white bitch) as I shoot yaar Husband's
Oolloo mouth full of my Shudra Thukm!" said the powerful Shudra.

  "Yes, do it, shoot your thukm (sperm) into his Gandoo mouth, yaar
(lover)!" I heard my mother hiss as she closely watched Papa chuso that
oversized Dravidian Zubb.

  The Shudra man held Papa's head tight and tried to push even more of his
long Dravidian Lund into his mouth.  Finally, the low-hanging black Shudra
Khags (eggs) were touching Papa's chin.  Papa began to gag and choke, and I
could see he was swallowing rapidly.  "Sala Safedoo Gandoo (whitey faggot),
drink it all!" shouted the Shudra man.  I knew the Shudra man must have
been pumping Papa's mouth full of his dirty Shudra Thukm.

  "Drink it all, Safedoo Oolloo (whitey faggot)!" ordered the Shudra.
Some of the Shudra thukm started to run out of the corner of Papa's mouth.
Papa must have swallowed most of the Shudra thukm because not much ran out.
Mama then scooped up the Thukm which had spilled out from the sides of
Papa's mouth with her fair '. fingers and pushed it back into his
mouth.

  "Sala, these Mozoo Oolloos know how to chuso Zubb!" said Murugan as he
withdrew his Kala Shudra Narra from Papa's mouth.

  "Will you bokk (fuck) my Qoosi now ?" asked Mama.

  "You want me to bokk you ?" asked Murugan.

  "Yes," hissed Mama.

  "Good, so I bokk your Safedi Qoosi," Murugan told my Mama.  Smiling,
Mama quickly went back to the diwan and spread her legs.  Then the Shudra
man sat between Mama's fair Aryan '. legs and rubbed his huge Kala
Narra around Mama's Musulmani Qoosi.

  "Tell him like I told you to tell him," Murugan ordered Mama.  "Look at
him when you do it!"

  Mama looked directly at Papa and said, "Bokk my Haramzadi Safedi
Musulmani Qoosi with that Sala Kala Shudra Nara!  Please, zhor bokk!"

  "You want me to bokk your Safedi Qoosi with your Showhar watching us ?
Do you ?" asked Murugan again.



  "Yes, please!  I want you to bokk me with my Showhar watching.  I want
that Oolloo to see how a Kala Shudra bokks his Safedi Bibi!" exclaimed
Mama. Her dirty words shocked me.

  "When I am done with her Qoosi, she won't want your Kotak Safedoo Zubb
any more!" Murugan taunted Papa as he pushed his Kala Qinaaf (glans) into
Mama's tight Qoosi.

  "Tell him you won't bokk a Mozee Aadmi again!" ordered Murugan.

  "I will never bokk a Mozee again!  I will only bokk Shudra Aadmis!"
shouted my Mama.  I felt humiliated when my Madar (mother) said that.

  "You Kala Haramzada (black bastard), Push it in!" Then, with one long
hard thrust, he shoved his large Kala zubb all the way up inside her.

  She told him, "Now, you Kala Haramzada, bokk me hard."

  "See!  See how easy it glides in and out of my garm Safedi Qoosi!  This
is a Woman's Qoosi now!" Mama told Papa.

  "Sala I love to bokk a Safedi," Murugan said.  "Especially in front of
her husband!"

  "Sala, I love your Buzurg Shudra Zubb!  I cannot get enough of it!"
exclaimed my Mama.

  "Your Bibi's Qoosi is Sala damn good," he grunted.

  Mama never looked so gloriously happy.  By all appearances, Mama had
gone happily into Murugan's arms.  Worse yet, she had happily allowed
Murugan to put his Kala Shudra Nara into her.  I knew that Papa could not
be too happy with the situation.  But I could not understand why he was
letting it happen.

  At that moment I saw Murugan slowly worm his thumb into my mother's
qoon. In this fashion he continued to copulate with my mother.  After a
while, the black man grabbed her white hips, shoved his Kala Zubb as deeply
into her as he could, held her down and yelled at her,

  "Here is yaar Kala Bacha!  You Musulmani Haramzadi!  Take it!" he
yelled. Murugan pulled his thick black thumb from my Mother's Qoon and with
a strong convulsive thrust, and a loud grunt, he tensed.  His Khags (eggs,
testicles) had been slapping against my mother's ivory white Gumbad.  Now
they had shrunk up into a sack and his Gumbad muscles were bunched up
tight. His Khag sack contracted time and time again as his black balls
pumped warm thukm deep into my Mother's garm Qoosi.

  Mother began trembling, shaking, moaning, and crying,

  "Sala, shoot your thukm inside!  Fill my womb with your Thukm!" she
cried.

  Thus, he collapsed on her and lay there, shuddering for a short while
before he went completely still.  He kissed my madar and whispered to her
for a while.

  Then, rolling onto her side, he lay back down beside her and pushed
Papa's head between her legs.  He told him, "You know what to do, Safedoo!"

  Papa began licking and chusoing Mama's nasty Qoosi while she and her
Shudra yaar were kissing and talking.  After a short while, Mama pushed
Papa's head over and put the Shudra Zubb into his mouth.  Then she said,
"Make it hard for me again, yaar!"

  Papa chusod that Shudra Zubb and soon the Shudra was hard.  I could see
my Mama stare wildly at the long black pole sticking up from the Shudra's
prone body.  Then Mama shoved Papa out of the way and sat on that black
shaft.

  My Mama was raising herself up as high as she could and then slid
herself down on him, taking all of his long black shaft inside her.  All
the time, she was screaming and sobbing, "Buzurg Kala Shudra Zubb" (Big
Black Shudra Penis), "Haramzada" (Bastard), "Madar-Bokka (Mother-Fucker)!",
"Give me your Bacha (Baby)!" and "Ya ,.', shoot your Thukm into me.  What
a Zubb!  Praise ,.' for making you Shudra Aadmis!  Give me your Bacha
(Baby)!" over and over again.

  Then she collapsed on him and laid there shuddering for a short while
before she went still.  I thought he must have hurt her.  As she was on
top, so his Thukm started to run down around his long Kala Zubb and his
Khags.  He lay down beside her and they kissed and whispered for a while.
Then he stood up.  His long Kala Dravida Nara was soft now, but it was
still long and thick, and hung half-way down to his knees.  He walked over
in front of Papa and rubbed his Zubb against Papa's lips.  Papa meekly
cleaned the Shudra's dirty Kala Nara.

  He was a Kala Shudra Haramzada, and she was a nasty Safedee Musulmani
Qoosi, and I hated them both for what they had just done to my Papa.

  Humiliated and scared, I ran back to my own bedroom, tears in my eyes.
In vain I tried to block out from my mind what I had seen.  I had been
playing with my Doodool for almost three years by then, used to often
stroke it, and regularly had orgasms.  But I had never felt what I was
feeling then.  I could not understand why I was so hard, my small young
pink Aryan '. Doodool was burning like it was on fire, hard like a
rock, and I could not keep my fingers off it.  Taking off my pyjamas, I
threw myself on my diwan (bed), completely naked.  Lying prone, stroking my
Doodool furiously, I pictured my Mama as her Shudra man kept ramming his
huge Kala Nara all the way inside her.

  I played with myself for what seemed like hours and had the most
powerful orgasms ever that evening.  They were so violent I thought I might
faint.  There was a good risk that mama and papa might come and catch me.
But I did not care right then.  To my surprise, I also was able to get hard
again right after my orgasms.  Finally, after three orgasms, I was so
drained I fell asleep.

  From that night on every time I knew mother's Shudra Yar (lover) was
going to be there, I made it a point to remain awake.  The nights Murugan
would be there for dinner, they would have a few drinks of sherbet waiting
for me to go to bed.  I would pretend to go to sleep and then they would
start doing it.  Regardless of the danger, I could not help but watch them.


  From that fateful night on, I think about '. females bokking Shudra
males more and more often.  Somehow, the image of a huge black Shudra Zubb
going up a tight Aryani Musulmani Qoosi always comes back to my mind.
Slowly, it started becoming worse, and soon I could only have an erection
picturing a large Kala Shudra Nara going up a tight Safedi Musulmani Kussi.
It is all my mother's fault that I can only have an erection now when I see
Murugan's huge black Shudra Zubb bokk her tight Safedi Musulmani Qoosi.

  Notes

  [1] There exists a "Kala Piyada Street" and a "Kala Piyada Chowk" in
Moradabad.  Translated, these terms mean "Black Foot-soldier Street" and
"Black Foot-soldier Square".  These place-names testify to the historical
usage of black-skinned Shudra and Dravidian (predominantly Telugu and
Kannadiga) soldiers in the Timurid or Mughal armies.  The story may hence
have originated from Moradabad, but there were mohallas of Shudra soldiers
in most '. cities.