Fantasy Erotic Stories from much older times

[RajV]

Sadia Banu's Hyderabadi Pearl Necklace by Nawabzada Taj-ood-Deen Khan
Lakhnavi "Chota Lund Gora Londa"

My name is Taj. I am a noble youth of about average height. I am said
to be handsome but am a little bit slim. I have never been a sportsman or
a wrestler, so my body is just average. I have to admit that I am very
abashed and nervous with Aurats (women), not knowing what to say. But I
made a good living.

A few fortnights ago I fell in love with a Banu (maiden) from our
mohalla named Sadia Banu. I always felt nervous with her because Sadia was
a very beautiful woman. She was ravishing, of medium height. She used to
wear almost transparent kameez, so I could tell she had a slim waist and a
pair of very large breasts. And because her shalwar was very tight, I
could see that her hips and legs were very well-built, and her Naboo
(backside) was fully-shaped. In fact, the shalwar was often so tight
around her wide Gumbad (arse) that I could see the fabric stretch into her
tight Jufta, that sacred crack between her two large posterior globes. Oh,
how often I prayed to ,.' that someday I would be allowed to use my Zaban
to clean that marvellous musky Koon (anus) and chuso (suck) the sweat off
her Popo (buttock) cheeks !

On her neck, she always wore a necklace consisting of a strand of shiny
white pearls intertwined with a strand of shiny black pearls. Naturally, I
guessed that the pearls must have come from Hyderabad, the famed city of
pearls. Yet beyond that I knew nothing, and thought it was just some kind
of jewellery.

At night I would lie in my bed thinking about Sadia Banu. I would get
so hard that I had to stroke myself off. I constantly thought about her
nangi (naked) body. This is how I fell madly in love with her.

It took me a while to summon the courage to start talking to her. But
when I did, I was totally addicted to conversing with her.

We used to often visit the lonely gardens near mausoleums. I hoped that
the scent of the flowers and roses there would make my lovely virgin Sadia
Banu garm (hot) and fall in love with me.



One day while we were sitting in a garden and gossipping, I once again
espied her intertwined black and white pearl necklace..

"Sadia, those are a nice set of Hyderabadi pearls you are wearing," I
told her.

She smiled nervously and then her rosy cheeks blushed. I wondered what
she should blush about a necklace. So I decided to inquire some more about
this. So I asked her who gave it to her. She nervously replied that she
had gone to Hyderabad for four to five days on pilgrimage to the shrines of
Naqshbandi sufis, and had purchased the pearl necklace while there.
Naturally, there was nothing wrong with her answer, but the nervous manner
in which she replied appeared strange to me, for there was absolutely
nothing to be ashamed about all that she said.

Then I asked her why one strand was black and one white. When I asked
she looked me in the face for a while and then said, "I like to see the
contrast of the black pearls against the white pearls."

Then I took her pearl necklace into my hands and studied it carefully.
This made her only more nervous, and she quickly changed the topic. Not
wanting to embarass her, I obliged and forgot about her Hyderabadi pearls.

After courting her for a long time, I proposed to her in marriage. I
could not believe when Sadia Banu agreed. I was overjoyed that this
awesome looking woman wanted to marry me. I had always dreamed about a
woman like Sadia Banu but I never thought that I would actually meet an
Aurat like her.

Naturally, I eagerly awaited the wedding night, when I would finally be
able to insert my Zubb into Sadia Banu's virgin Fuddi (vagina) and take her
maidenhead.

"Thank ,.' that I shall be able to enjoy Sadia Banu tonight," I
thought out loud during the celebrations for our marriage. We went up to
my bedroom. Sadia came very close to me and bosoed (kissed) me deep and
long. I started to boso her back. Our Zabans darted around each other.

Excited, I reached up and grabbed her large breasts through her kameez.
I was rock hard inside my pyjamas.

Then she pulled away from me and smiled.

"You want to see these," she asked in a husky voice as she touched her
breasts through her kameez.

"Yes," I said. I could not believe that I was finally going to see
Sadia totally nangi.

She pulled her kameez over her head and her large white breasts were
revealed.

"Do you like them ?" she asked as she caressed her large, soft white
breasts.

Then she bent forward and started to untie her shalwar-string. In awe I
watched as she pulled down her tight shalwar. Then I saw her magnificent
white nangi body.

"I have shown you my nangi parts. Now show me yours," she said.

"Yes," I replied. I knew she wanted to see my Lund. So, I began to
remove my own kurta. Soon I had my upper body uncovered and was standing
in my pyjamas.

I began to pull down my pyjamas. Then out came my hard five-angosht
(inch) Lund (penis). It stood upright, like a fair "eleventh finger".

Sadia had a little laughing smile on her pretty face.

"That is a nice little Safed (white) toy you have there," she said.

I was happy that my short pink Aryan Zubb seemed to interest her.

"Yes," I said as I felt my Lund start to throb.

Still smiling, she playfully grasped my Zubb in her delicate white hand.
Her fingers easily encircled my slender boy-like shaft.

"What do you do with it ? You play with it most of the time ?" she
asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Show me how you play with it," she said. I did as she told, and this
amused her for some time. As I stroked my five-angosht lund, it became
very hard in front of her.

"Good boy, show me how you play with it," she encouraged. With her
coaxing, I continued to stroke my pink five-angosht Lund harder and harder.


"Look at my nangi Gori (fair) body, and show me how much you like me,"
she said.

I started at her wonderful nakedness and became more and more excited.
Finally, I spurted my Thook onto my bed, right next to where Sadia was
sitting. As my Lund started to soften and shrink back to its puny soft
state, I started to feel ashamed. Soon, I was embarassed as I stood in
front of my beautiful Banu.

"Come here and chuso (lick) my Fuddi (vagina)," she said.

This seemed like my most heavenly dreams come true. I had prayed to
,.' that she would perhaps let me chuso (suck) her feet or Koon (anus) at
first, but here she was, telling me to chuso her precious, protected Fuddi.


"Yes," I replied.

I walked over to her, and she then motioned for me to go down on my
knees. I did so, and soon her garm, sweaty Fuddi was right in front of my
face. It was her most precious posession, for which Iranian heroes would
have gladly laid down their very lives for, and for which Padshahs (kings)
would have fought innumerable Jangs (wars). Truly, it was priceless.

"Chuso it good," she said.

Naturally, I felt quite lucky to be able to chuso her Fuddi. I stuck my
Zaban out and ran it up and down along her Choot (vagina) lips, inhaling
the heavy musky scent of her womanhood. As I licked, she placed one of her
hands on my head and pulled me closer. Like this I chusoed her for some
time.

"Now go over there and sit down on that kursi (chari)," she ordered. I
did as she told and sat down.

"Now, play with your little Kotak Lund (dwarf penis) and think about
me." she said. I wondered what she meant.

She opened her bedroom darwaza and went out for a short while. Then she
came back, hand in hand with a massively built Kala Goonda who was clearly
from the Shudra Mohalla, and was so black he looked like he was a recent
immigrant from the Dravidian South. And he was only wearing a tight lungi.
His greasy black Dravidian body was a truly hideous sight. I was shocked
and dismayed beyond belief.

"W...what are you doing." I asked her in shock and stood up. The fact
is, I was very scared of the Kala Shudra Goondas from the Shudra Mohalla
because they were so strong and Kala. We Gora Mohalla Londas (fair
neighbourhood boys) were fearful of the big Shudra Goondas, and I
inadvertently clinched my anal sphincter upon seeing him. It was an
inherent, deep-rooted fear of being bangd by one of these Ravanoos.

"Taj, this is Velu, my ... friend," she said.

"What does all this mean ? And who is he ?" I asked, perplexed and
puzzled beyond belief.

"Taj, sit down on your kursi (chair) and I will explain everything," she
said.

I did not know what to do, but did not want to do anything to displease
her, out of my deep love for her. So, I just sat back on the kursi. She
then made the Shudra sit on our divan, where we had just commenced our
carousing.

Then she came over to my kursi and started talking. She whispered into
my ear, as if telling me some kind of secret.

"Taj, I told you some time back that I had gone to Hyderabad. You
remember ?"

"Yes, I do. You had told me you went for four to five days for a
holiday, " I replied.

"And in fact many Londis and Orats like going to Hyderabad, and go there
quite often. I don't know if you have ever seen this."

With that she kept silent for a while, but I did not say anything as I
just let what she was saying sink in. She sounded right, and I remembered
that just a few days back a group of my very own Khalas and Kakis had gone
to Hyderabad.

"Have you noticed that ?"

"Yes, I have, " I finally said, snapping back to the present.

"I don't know if you know this Taj, but there is a saying that Orats
(women) really love going to Hyderabad. It is said that Hyderabad is the
best city for an Orat. Have you heard these sayings ?" l "Yes, I have
heard that," I meekly said, still puzzled.

"And did it never strike you as strange that us Aryan Orats would seem
to really enjoy going to Hyderabad ? Or that we preferred to go alone, or
in groups of women, and avoided going with their menfolk ? "

"No, not really." But I just thought that what she had said applied
totally to my Khalas - they had gone in a group, with no men.

"Did it never strike you why that saying should arise for Hyerabad ?
And not for any other city ?"

"No."

"Why should women take a liking to Hyderabad, when there are so many
other cities and places ? We could go to Guzerat, Kashmir, Rajputana,
Tibet or Pashtunistan. And some of us do. But have you not noticed that
Hyderabad seems especially popular with Women ?"

I thought for a while and what she said made sense. "Yes, Sadia. A few
of my own Khalas (maternal aunts) and Kakis (aunts) had gone to the Deccan
in a group some time back ... "

"Good. Now why do you think that we went to Hyderabad, or that your
Khalas and Kakis went ? Surely, there must be something that attracts
women, or that women like ?"

"Yes, I know. They went to buy some pearls. That is what one of my
Khalas told me ...."

"Yes, Taj, I know. Whenever us northern Aryan Londis (girls) and Orats
(women) go down to Hyderabad, we always tell you Gora Londas some reason or
the other. Sometimes we say we are going because we like that Deccani
food, that tasty Hyderabadi biryani, that delicious Deccani cuisine. Or,
like your Khalas, we say it is because of jewellery: yes, we are going
because we want to buy some Hyderabadi pearls, or to see the Nizam's
jewels. Or we say we want to see some buildings, like the Char-Minar! Or
because we want to buy some dress items: maybe some churis (bangles)or some
shalwar kameezes !" she exclaimed. What she said struck me, because that
group of my Khalas and Kakis had also gone to buy some bangles from
Hyderabad.

"Or we say we are going to the Mazars of Sufi orders like the
Naqshbandis or the Tombs of Sufi saints like Geesoo-duraz. And that is the
best excuse, because it is religious and so nobody can deny us or stop us
from going there, even if they know the real reason. And we don't even
have to bring back anything, so we don't have to waste any time shopping.
That is the excuse me and my group of Londis gave when we went to
Hyderabad," she explained and then paused. Things were beginning to make
sense, and I just stared at her.

"Taj, come on! I thought you were intelligent ! Do you really think
those are the real reasons ? Why do northern Aryan Bibis and Banus have to
go all the way to Hyderabad to have some biryani ? Could we not have some
Lakhnavi biryani or Mughlai food right here in Oudh ?

"But what about the jewellery ? The pearls, the Golconda diamonds ... "
I retorted.

"Ah yes, the jewellery excuse. Couldn't we buy our silver from Delhi or
Lakhnau ?"

"But what about the pearls ?" I asked.

"Why do we have to buy pearls from Hyderabad, a land-locked, dry city
far away from any sea or port ? And why the interest in pearls in the
first place ? Rajputana is the source of most emeralds in the world. And
of course, Kashmir has the largest mines for rubies and sapphires. Rubies,
Sapphires and Emeralds are all much more valuable than pearls,
Taj-ood-Deen! But you do not find such a craze for women to go to Kashmir
to buy sapphires, or to Rajputana to buy emeralds. The craze only exists
for pearls, and since pearls are found in Hyderabad only - what a
remarkable coincidence ! - women love pearls, and pearls only !"

"And as for travelling to Kashmir and Rajputana, there is no need for
that! The jewellers in our Shahrs have to bring the stones to our Shahrs
for us lofty Begums ! And while we are satisfied buying Kashmir rubies and
sapphires, and Rajputana emeralds from the jewellers in our Shahrs
(cities), in case of pearls, we suddenly don't want to buy them from that
same trustworthy jeweller! No, no! In that case, we have to travel all
the way to Hyderabad," she said.

"Then maybe they go to see the famous Diamonds of Golconda, or the
diamonds of the Nizam," I said. "Golconda is legendary for its diamonds,
the Koh-i-Noor ... " I said.

"Oh, that is an even better excuse," she said sarcastically. 'Thank
,.' that diamonds are also found near Hyderabad! So of course, we love
diamonds too." Then, changing to an artificial girl's voice,s he said.
"Papa, I did not bring back anything because I spent fifteen days staring
at some transparent baubles !"

"But I saw my Khalas had actually brought back some pearls," I retorted.

"If they had not brought any, than even a total Chootiya (fool,
cunt-head) will know what they did down there, isn't it ?" she replied.
"They have to bring back something to justify the trip ! And most people
cannot afford a Golconda Heera (diamond), so they naturally bring back a
pearl !"

"What about religion ?" I asked.

"There are so many Sufi shrines all across the land, and much more
important ones in Arabia and Iran, of course. But us Women have to choose
Hyderabad. Why ?"

I kept silent.

"Taj-ood-Deen can't you see these are just excuses to go to a Dravidian
land ?" she asked after a pause. "We tell you Gora Londas (fair boys)
these excuses so that you won't feel bad. But those are not the real
reasons why we go," she explained.

"Fine, Sadia. These are all excuses. Then what is the real reason why
you Aryan Orats love going to Hyderabad ? Why is Hyderabad a Woman's City
?" I asked.

With that she looked me in the eyes.

"When you asked me that day in the garden, Taj, I thought that somebody
had told you about the meaning of my necklace, and I was scared of losing
you and your deep love for me. But thanks to ,.' you did not know. And
I am sure that now, your unconditional love for me has grown so strong, and
become so deep, that you knowing of my sexual preference for Dravidian men
will not hamper your admiration for me at all. In fact, I know it will
heighten it, because it will become a tormented love, whenever you see me
in the arms of my big manly Telinga Yar. So I am not afraid of telling you
what my white and black pearl necklace from Hyderabad means," she said.

Then she held up the necklace with mixed black and white strands of
Hyderabadi pearls.

"See this, Taj ? This is a necklace with a deep symbolism," she said.
Then she took the white strand of pearls and told me, "This symbolizes the
fair-skinned, Aryan or Arabian woman, and by Aryan I mean both Iranian
Aryan and Hindustani Aryan. Most of the Goris in Hyderabad are either the
local Deccani Aryan Orats, or are visiting Aryan Orats from the North. But
there are a lot of Arabian Orats too, your Banus (girls) and Bibis (wives)
from the saintly land of the One True Faith. And yes, many of your
precious Bubus (sisters) and high-ranking Khalas (aunts) from Iran, that
veritable unsullied, pure-blooded homeland of all Aryans. They are both
visitors, and many are permanent settlers."

With that, she paused for a while.

"Now, about half the population of Hyderabad comprises Black people.
There are a lot of Habashiyyas from Habashiyya (Abyssinia) and many Sudanis
from Bilad-as-Sudan (Sudan, the "Land of Blacks"). But most of the Kalas
are of Dravidian race, and most of those are of the Shudra caste." Then she
took the black strand of pearls. "And this set of black pearls symbolizes
those Black Man."

Then she took the two strands of pearls and started to twine them around
one another. As she did so, she asked me "So can you think what this
stands for then ?"

I then understood what she meant, and replied in anguish "No, Sadia, ...
"

"Yes, Taj," she replied firmly. " It symbolizes the union of Gori Orats
(White Women) with Kala Admis (black men). And the real reason why Londis
(girls) and Orats (women) love going to Hyderabad is because they want to
bokk (fuck) Black Men. Now, I don't want to tell you the reason why Goris
like those Kalas right now, because you won't feel much of a man after
that. But right now just accept that ,.' has given the Shudra Man a
"gift" which makes all the women love him, so that most Safedi Orats have a
preference for Kala Admis. And in Hyderabad, a local Gori Deccani Orat and
a visiting Orat from Hindustan or Arabia will wear this to advertise that
she desires to mate with a Black-skinned, Dravidian, Shudra or Habashiyya
men, and is not interested in Safedoo (white) Men. So, this necklace is
usually the first thing an Aryan Orat buys, and then shows in the local
bazaars and restaurants in order to attract a Kala Yar (black lover).
After enjoying with the local Shudra and Habshi men for a few days, she
will throw the necklace away and return to her home, the pure and unsullied
Aryan Bibi or Aryan Londi that she was originally."

Slowly, what she said sank in and made sense. I then thought about my
own beloved Sadia wearing that necklace. "Sadia, did you ... did you use
your necklace for that same purpose ?" I asked in anguish.

"Yes, Taj. When I grew up I was just a normal Aryan Oudhi Londi. But
like the other Londis I soon developed an interest in erotic kitabs
(books). So me and the other Mohalla Londis used to exchange kitabs and
read them. But they were rare because those Londis who had them did not
want to give them to the others. So I was frustrated because I had only
managed to borrow a few from my friends. Then one day one of the Chalaak
Mohalla Londis (smart neighbourhood girls) taught me how to find one's
parents' secret erotic kitabistan (library), where to look and how to
locate it. Following her instructions I searched, and was delighted to
find a secret chamber behind my Madar's (mother's) make-up table. And when
I looked inside, I was overjoyed to find that I had indeed discovered my
Madar's (mother's) secret erotic Kitabistan (library).

As I went through the kitabs, I quickly realized that these were not
Oudhi or Hindustani erotic kitabs, but Hyderabadi. And, unlike the
previous Oudhi kitabs I had read, where the Gora Londas were the heroes, in
these kitabs they were relegated to secondary place. Instead, the heroes
were Shudra Kalas (Shudra Blacks). Not only were they much, much stronger
and far more muscular than the Aryan Deccani Londas, but their penis size
was always twice or thrice as large as that of the Aryan Londas. So it is
in those kitabs that I saw my first Shudra and Sudani Lunds (penises), and
they were absolutely gigantic. From that day on I was totally obsessed
with Shudra men and overawed by their tremendous sexual prowess.," she
said.

"Then it struck me that my Madar travelled to Hyderabad quite
frequently, and I analyzed that angle further. From some of her own kitabs
I came to learn about the custom of using necklaces, and I then recollected
that my Madar wore such a black and white pearl stranded necklace at all
times! Then I understood the real reason for her visited Hyderabad so
frequently, and that my Papa either was a totall Oolloo and did not know
what her necklace meant, or accepted her black preferences," she said.

"No, Sadia ... " I groaned.

"Nnow, there were no Shudras in our mohalla, and very few in our entire
Shahr. So I decided to satisfy my curiousity with a real Shudra man in
Hyderabad. I talked to some of the other Londis, and finally we agreed to
go. We made some excuse, just the like the ones we discussed, and then
went. While I was there I bought one necklace and then had intercourse
with a Shudra man, who was Velu you see here. I fell in love with him and
I insisted that he come along with me."

I could not say anything. It was all too shocking for me. Moreover,
her strong gaze had me mesmerized. Somehow, it all seemed logical and
natural.

"I know you Gora Londas (fair boys) call those Dravidian men "Kalloo"
(blackie) and ugly. But do you know why we prefer those Kalloo Shudras to
your Gora Londas ?" she continued.

"No, I don't," I replied meekly.

"Soon you will find out," she said. With that, she went to Velu and sat
on his lap.

To my shock, Sadia soon started to embrace and then boso (kiss) Velu.

"Sadia, what are you doing ?" I asked again in tormented anguish.

"I told you. I am going to show you why us Gori Londis go to
Hyderabad."

I watched in surprise as Sadia Banu went down to her knees and started
to pull down Velu's lungi.

But I was even more stunned at what I saw next. For, out from his lungi
flung the biggest and blackest Lund (penis) I had ever seen. It was
definitely more than one qadam (foot) long. Covered in sweat, its shiny
surface made it appear more menacing, more threatening. It looked like he
possessed the treasured love-weapon of Ravana, the legendary Dravidian King
of Lanka, or the widely worshipped Lingam of the "Black Shiva" of the
Dravidian South.

Now, I had heard some of the other Gora Mohalla Londas (fair
neighbourhood boys) sometimes talk something about Shudra superiority, but
I had always ignored those remarks. I could not accept how a race of ugly,
Kala, foul-smelling men could be superior at anything. But there, as I
stared in awe at the gigantic size of the Dravidian man's phallus, I
realized that what they had said was totally correct. And whatever
feelings of superiority I used to feel whenever I saw a Shudra man were
replaced by intense feelings of sexual inferiority.

After my previous ejaculation, my short fair Oudhi Navabi Zubb had
naturally deflated to a quiescent state. But at the emasculating sight of
that truly magnificent, manifestly superior, and dimensionally larger
Shudra Lund (penis) made my short Gora Lund (fair penis) contract further
to the tiniest size possible. At the same time I felt my testicles shrivel
up into my scrotum, and my scrotum in turn pulled itself back into my body,
out of shame and fright. Soon, I felt that my genitals had shrunk down to
the tiniest size of three small green gbangs, which is the puny size they
diminished to whenever I took bath in very cold water. By ,.', I did not
feel like a man at all right then.

Then, Sadia Banu quickly took a hold of it with both hands and started
to stroke it. What hurt me was that she had not touched my Zubb, but did
not hesitate to eagerly start playing with that Kala Goonda's big Lund.

"See, this is the reason us Gori Londis go to Hyderabad. Not for some
Hyderabadi Biryani, not for some Sufi Mazar, but for this, Taj," Sadia said
as she looked over at me, pointing at the massive black erection in her
hand.

I was speechless. But I could not deny that she was right.

"When I went to Hyderabad, on the same trip I obtained those pearls, I
also slept with a Telingani Shudra man. He was Velu, who is right here,"
she said. "And after one magnificent night with him I lost interest in
Chota Lund Gora londas. I fell in love with him and brought him back here.
But when you started courting me, I saw that you were really submissive and
I liked that. So I decided to go along, and thought that you would be a
good Safed Shohar (white husband) for society. But I need a real Lund on
my wedding night. And yours is too small and weak to do the job, so I have
to use a better one," she said.

Soon, she lifted his Zubb straight up and licked all the way from his
Khags up to his Topi. Then she took his thick Topi into her sweet mouth.
She slowly started to chuso it.

"Yes, I just love Kala Shudra Lunds," Sadia said.

I felt jealous of the Shudra Goonda, because my beloved, Gulabi (rosy)
Sadia Banu had not taken my short Gora Zubb (fair prick) into her mouth,
but was chusoing his big Kala Shudra Nara. In fact, she was slurping on it
quite loudly.

"Yes, good Safedi," Velu grunted as my Sadia Banu sucked his big black
Dravidian penis. "You such a good Haramzadi Londi (bitch girl)."

I was surprised that she let him call her those nasty names which people
normally only used for giving gallees (curses). Naturally, I would never
have dared to call her anything even remotely as bad as what he called her.
I hoped that she would notice that and appreciate the esteem in which I
held her.

I felt so humiliated and emasculated as I sat on the kursi, totally
nangoo, watching as my fair Sadia Banu was chusoing (sucking) Velu's big
black Shudra Lund (penis).

Then she pulled Velu by his Lund and told him to sit down. Then she
went on top of him.

Sadia then grabbed his sweaty Zubb and pointed it straight up as she
lowered herself onto it. I watched in humiliation as she slowly descended
onto it, letting it enter her soft Gulabi Fuddi (rosy vagina). Then she
sank down onto it.

"Ya ,.'! Yes, you are so big," Sadia screamed out.

Sadia then started to move her hips up and down. I saw Velu's big Kala
Shudra Lund disappear into her and then come out again. He was feeling her
large white breasts as she pumped him.

While I felt so emasculated and inferior, yet I could not stop my short
five-angosht Aryan Lund become hard again. I felt embarassed by the fact
that I was getting hard watching my new Bibi copulate with a menacing Kala
Shudra Goonda. In my mind no decent Aryan girl would ever do this thing
with an ugly Kala Shudra.

Sadia was soon moaning loudly as she rode his big black Shudra Lund. I
wished that it was me she was on top of. But alas, I knew I could never
compete with that superior Shudra Goonda.

Then they embraced and rolled over, so that he was on top. With that he
began to slam into her very hard.

"Yes, Zhor Bokk! Fuck hard!" Sadia moaned.

Soon she cried out loud and spasmed wildly. I could not believe it.
That Shudra Goonda was giving my Sadia Banu a massive orgasm.

"Show me how much you love me, Taj," Sadia Banu said as Velu pumped in
and out of her. "Go and shoot your Thook into that glass."



I looked and saw the empty glass she was referring to. Eager to please
her, I grabbed it and placed it in front of my Zubb. Then I started to
stroke my Zubb as she had commanded.

Sadia laughed a little as she looked at me.

"Yes, Taj, shoot your Thook into that glass for me," she hissed again.

"Look at that Gandoo!" said Velu as he slowed down and grinned at me.

Soon, I could not hold back, and shot my Thook right into the glass.

"What a Gandoo," Velu laughed. Sadia giggled too at his comment.

Soon, my pink Zubb softened again and shrivelled back to its puny
resting state. But Velu's big Kala Shudra Lund was still hard and pumping
Sadia's pink Aryani Fuddi.

After a long time of pounding, Velu started to grunt loudly.

"Take my Thook, you Safedi Haramzadi," Velu grunted. Embracing Sadia
tightly, he shuddered as he thrust his big Kala Shudra Lund all the way
into Sadia Banu's tight Gulabi Fuddi (rosy vagina) and held still. I saw
him snort through his wide Shudra nostrils like a Dravidian bull, and then
he repeatedly tensed his powerful black Nabur (buttock) muscles. At the
same time his heavy Malabari Andas (testicles) rose and descended
repeatedly, as if on their own. I knew that that was the fateful moment
Sadia's Dravidian God was pumping my beloved's pink Aryan Fuddi full of his
Junglee (jungly) Thook. He bellowed repeatedly as he spurted what must
have been a huge amount of Thook into Sadia. He held her tight and lay on
top of her.

"Ya ,.', I love you big Kala Shudra Goonda," Sadia told him as she
smiled up at him, staring him in the eyes. "You are my Dravidian God!" I
then saw her kiss him passionately on his sweaty, ugly black Dravidian
face, and when he lazily turned his face, she eagerly bosoed (smooched) his
slobbering black lips. But unlike the previous kisses, which were those of
shallow, short-lived erotic passion, these were kisses of deep,
long-lasting romantic love. That is when I realized that she was madly and
deeply in love with Velu.

Then he dismounted from her. Given that his big Kala Shudra Lund was
still very large even when flaccid, it took some effort on his part to even
withdraw from her. And when he finally did pull it out, it did so with an
audible pop sound, for Sadia's tight Aryani Fuddi had held his member in a
tight grip.

"I love you," she told him just after he had pulled out. He smiled.

I felt really low, because she had not praised me anything like that.
Maybe she saw it, because she then turned to me.

"So, I have forgotten you for some time," she said.

I didn't know what to say.

"So let me take care of you," she said.

"You look thirsty. Maybe you should drink this glass," she said as she
grabbed the glass with my Thook in it.



"Open up," she said as she held it near my face.

"Sadia, I cannot drink that," I protested.

"Yes you can. It is good for you," she said.

"Sadia, ... "

"Now, Taj. You don't want me to get upset with you, no ?" she asked.

"Yes, of course not, " I said.

"And you want to prove your deep and everlasting love for me, no ?" she
continued.

"Yes, my Sadia, I do."

"Then open your mouth. I want to see you drink your own Thook," she
said.

I felt humiliated at what she wanted me to do, but I wanted to please
her. So I opened up my mouth.

Sadia then held up the glass to my lips and poured my cum into my mouth.
I felt its gooey and bitter taste as it ran over my Zaban (tongue) and down
my throat.

"That is nice, Taj, Did it taste nice ?" Sadia asked.

"No," I replied quietly.

"Don't worry. You will come to like it," she said and then patted me on
the head. "Acha Londa. Good Boy !"

She then mated with him the whole night. Since then, the same routine
has been repeated. She spends more time in bed with him than me.

But at least I know what that Hyderabadi necklace means.
EOF