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Title: Yasmin's Night-time Adventure
Author: Nawabzada Taj-ood-Deen Khan Lakhnavi "Chota Lund Gora Londa"
Codes: shudra, afsm, aryan female shudra male, oudhi, muslim, dravidian

Noor-ood-Deen awoke with a start. He was certain he had heard a darwaza (door) close.

"Yasmin Bubu! Sister Yasmin!" he called his older sister Yasmin, who slept in a chamber adjacent to
his. There was no answer.

Noor-ood-Deen jumped out of bed and saw with his astonished eyes that Yasmin's bed was empty. He
looked through a window that opened onto the narrow street in front of his family mahal and glimpsed a
black burqa-clad figure running away into the cool Oudh night. It must be his sister Yasmin, he
thought. Where could she be going ?

Noor-ood-Deen realized that there was no time to dress. Wearing just the thin, white cotton kurta
pyjama in which he had been sleeping, Noor-ood-Deen ran out of the darwaza and onto the road toward
where he had last seen Yasmin. He knew that his Bubu (sister) would never have dared to do such a
thing if their parents were home. But their parents had travelled to East Bengal to visit their
mother's sister, leaving them alone.

Suddenly, he reached the gateway of the famous Nawab Shah mausoleum, on the side of the road. Should
he enter or continue along the narrow lane ? He looked along the narrow road, but could not see
anything. He prayed to Allah to give him a sign and show him where his sweet Bubu was. Just then, a
bat flew out of the masuoleum. Thanking the heavens, Noor-ood-Deen quickly entered the enclosure of
the mausoleum and ran towards an elevated tomb.

As he stood near the large white marble tomb, located on a narrow hillock, he saw a flash of a black
burqa-clad figure moving across the gardens towards a grove on the far end of the enclosure.
Descending from the hillock, he advanced cautiously across the Persian gardens, heading for a Kashmiri
cypress tree in a patch of low bushes. Keeping low to the ground, he peeked over one of the elegantly
maintained Oudhi shrubs. What he saw shocked him.

The black burqa-clad figure was indeed his sister. Yasmin was a few feet ahead, close to the wall of
another tomb. Her face-veil had been pulled back, faling onto the black kameez which covered her upper
body.. She was kneeling before a young, powerfully muscled Shudra man, her black shalwar on the grassy
floor. He was nanga (naked); his torn lungi lay piled by his ankles.

Yasmin's hands clutched the firm Dravidian hips; her heads moving back and forth. Noor-ood-Deen
gasped as he realized what he was watching: His devout Muslim sister Yasmin had the filthy Shudra Zubb
in her mouth.

Having been brought up in a strictly Muslim home, Noor-ood-Deen wanted to stop this filthy act from
occurring. This was simply wrong and immoral. He knew that there was no caste system in islam, but he
also knew that his Bubu was not married to that ugly Shudra man. However, like most of the Muslim boys
of the Shahr (town), Noor-ood-Deen was intimidated by the physically more powerful Shudra men, who had
evolved superior physical strength over centuries as the labourer caste. Hence, he decided to simply
watch the forbidden spectacle instead of be beaten. Yasmin's Yar (lover) was very muscular and
strong, like the Shudra men who dominated the manual labour-force of the Muslim Shahr (city). The dark
Dravidian spear of the Kalloo in front of his sister was stiff, probing straight ahead into Yasmin's
throat.

Noor-ood-Deen had seen many Zubbs of the male relatives of his large family. These had been the pink
and red Zubbs of the other Bachas (boys), Papas (fathers) and Chachas (Uncles) of the large family he
occasionally espied in and around the bathrooms of the mahals belonging to his scholarly family. But
the Shudra man's Zubb was much much larger and blacker than any Noor-ood-Deen had ever seen. The
surprised Muslim boy quickly touched his own Doodool beneath his pyjamas to compare it to the size of
the Dravidian behemoth in his sister's mouth. In humiliation he noticed that, in the cold Oudh night,
his Doodool had shrunk to the size of a pebble, and was surely one-tenth the size of the Shudra man's.
He had always felt threatened and physically inferior to the more muscular Shudra men whenever he saw
them. As he compared the long one-foot Kala Shudra Nara with his own short pink Aryan Doodool, , his
sense of deep physical inferiority was compounded by the far more emasculating feeling of sexual
inferiority. This only further eroded his resolve to stop his Bubu from defilement.

He wondered how his sister could try to swallow such a huge thing. As the dominant Kala Aadmi's
hands gently guided Yasmin's head up and down his hard, Dravidian shaft, he watched in amazement.

The mesmerized fair Ashrafi Muslim boy watched his sister pull her mouth back to the end of the
Shudra's glistening pole and chuso (suck) around the oversized shiny Kala Kinaaf (black glans). Then
the hungry fair Muslim girl slowly slid her coral-red lips further and further down the length of her
Yar's rigid rod, until her rosy-cheeked face pressed hard against his hard black groin as she
swallowed all of it down her throat. He saw his sister's hand inside her black shalwar, moving around
about her groin area, groaning with passion as she chusoed the large Shudra organ. Noor-ood-Deen
gasped in astonishment as his sister's accomplishment.

He saw that Yasmin worked only for the mazaa (pleasure) of her Yar. Noor-ood-Deen could hear him
softly moaning, then speaking words of encouragement in broken Farsi for Yasmin.

Yasmin then stood up, and Noor-ood-Deen quickly ducked below the shrubs. He waited for a time, but
then slowly lifted his head and looked back again. His Bubu Yasmin was apparently untying the
trouser-string of her black shalwar under her black kameez. Then she turned around, facing the ruined
wall, and bent forward, so that her well-sized Gumbad (buttocks) pushed outwards. Suddenly, she then
lifted the lower part of her black kameez up above her stomach, thereby exposing her white Gumbad to
Noor-ood-Deen's view. Due to the strict Islamic purdah rules, both brother and sister had been
carefully segregated by their parents, so that Noor-ood-Deen had never ever seen any part of his
sister's nangi body.

"Ya Allah!" Noor-ood-Deen gasped softly as he gazed at his sister's wonderful large white Muslim
Nabur (butocks) for the first time in his life. The two large white globes of flesh shone like the
full moon of Hafiz's love poems. Below that, Noor-ood-Deen espied the slightly hairy slit of her
white Aryani Musulmani Kussi (Aryan Muslim vagina). The white mound between her legs was nicely cleft
asunder by her pink slit, and Noor-ood-Deen studied it closely, vowing to remember that sight the rest
of his life.

Suddenly Noor-ood-Deen felt a tingling in his groin. Noor-ood-Deen absent-mindedly put his hand into
his pyjamas in front of encircled his hardening Doodool into two fingers. He found the his organ
becoming hard at the sight of his sister's wonderful large white Nabur. As his sister rotated her
white buttocks, Noor-ood-Deen rubbed his own hard Zubb.

His sister's beautiful fair feminine Nabur was then replaced by the muscular black backside of the
Shudra man, who placed his oversized Kala Nara at Yasmin's pink Kussi. He watched as the ugly Naukar
(servant) caste labourer man stand behind her and then insert his Zubb into one of her pink holes.
Noor-ood-Deen could not make out where he had stuck that formidable rod, as the Shudra then started to
pump back and forth. Somehow, Noor-ood-Deen hoped that his sweet sister Yasmin had only given her Koon
to that Shudra. Yes, that filthy and ugly Shudra labourer only deserved her Koon, not her precious
Kussi, which belonged to Muslim men. And surely, the Shudra man's mammoth Kala tool could never fit
into his sister's sweet Musulmani Kussi!

The muscular Shudra Kala then stopped his back and forth motion, and then commnced a skillful rotation
of his strong black buttocks. Noor-ood-Deen could then see the exact place of contact of the Shudra
male genitals with his sister's pink Aryan female privates, and he noticed to his dismay that the
large Kala Shudra Zubb was firmly lodged inside his sister's white Kussi! Noor-ood-Deen's heart sank -
that precious female part, which he and his Muslim relatives had striven so hard to protect, his
sister had willingly given to a strange man of uncouth Shudra race!

Yet, his Zubb was now hard and remained hard despite his humiliating realization. The peeping
brother slid his fingers up and down his hard pink Aryan erection and pumped it up and down in rhythm
with his Shudra's steady pumping.

Then he heard his sister groan out aloud in a clear climax, with the Shudra Zubb buried deep inside
her fair Aryani Kussi. This was too much for Noor-ood-Deen. Pulses of excitement pumped across his
stiff Aryan Doodool. He could not understand why his own pink Aryan Doodool was rock-hard as he
watched the mammoth Kala Shudra Zubb go into his sister's sweet rosy Aryani Kussi. He fell back onto
the ground; his two fingers wrapped like a ring around his short pink erection in the ecstasy of his
orgasm. It seemed to go on and on. Finally, he lay limp, his hand resting around his shrinking
Doodool. When he stood up again, he saw that the Shudra was still holding onto his sister, panting
heavily.

Quickly pulling up his pyjamas, Noor-ood-Deen ran back to his family mahal. Returning to his room, he
lay back in his bed. After a short while he heard the front darwaza faintly close, followed by the
door of Yasmin's room. He tried to sleep, but felt too garm all across his body. Later that night,
Noor-ood-Deen again masturbated to a powerful orgasm, visualizing the enormous black Shudra organ going
inside his sister's tight pink Musulmani Kussi. Exhausted, he finally went to sleep. But before he
finally dozed off, he vowed to Allah that he would see his sister regularly now, and do his best to
watch her again and again with that Shudra man.

The End.

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