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Title: How Qadir Became a Kuni
Author: Meerza Qadir Qasim Gangastani "Gora Gandoo" (Fair Faggot)
Category: kuni, qoonee, shudra, muslim, oudh
Source: Erotic Story translated from 18th-century Hindvi Persian Manuscript
Status: Done.
When I was a youth growing up the shahr (town) of Mughal-Sarai in eastern Oudh, I studied in the
famous Al-Ulema Madrasa. One of the teachers there was called Maulana Hasan Sahib. We used to call
him Uncle Hasan, and he taught us Islamic Mathematics.
One afternoon, he told me to come to his house.
I went to his home in the evening. There I found two persons, in addition to Uncle Hasan. One was a
very fair effeminate girl-like boy from our class named Faizal Mirza. He was slim and fair, while all
his activities were like a girl. The other person was a very strong and frightening Shudra man. He
looked like a khatarnak (dangerous) Shudra Goonda.
My teacher was sitting on a kursi, watching us. My teacher told me to remove my dress. But I refused
to remove it in front of the others. He said, "You have to do what I am saying, because I am your
teacher."
Faizal came towards me and opened two buttons of my shirt. Immediately I pushed Faizal away. With
this Lingammu said, "Move, let me do it." At this the fair Muslim male moved away.
That muscular Kala Shudra Goonda (black Shudra goon) then stood in front of me. In front of this
frightening body I felt very scared and intimidated. Touching my face with one of his hands, he told
Uncle Hasan, "He is very sweet". Laying his strong hands on my shoulders, he turned me around. Then he
felt my Gumbad (buttocks) through my shalwar. Turning to my teacher, he said, "Hasan, you were right.
He is habbing nice Gumbad."
Seeing that I was not resisting the Shudra Goonda, Faizal came to me and started to kiss my nipple.
I felt somehow strange and my Doodool started to harden. Faizal kissed my neck and one of his hands
came to my front side. Pressing my Zubb, he was trying to see if it was hard or not. Finding it in a
hard state, he untied my pyjamas and pulled them down. Taking my Doodool into his hand, he moved his
hand up and down, playing with it.
Lingammu then started to massage my Gumbad from behind. One of his index fingers played with my Kun
(anus). Slowly, he pressed it in a slight amount. Looking at Hasan, he said, "Hasan, what you have
said is true. He is a virgin." I did not understand what he was talking. But with this Faizal kissed
me on the nose.
"You feel bad because they see your Zubb. Don't worry. Now I make them show their Zubbs to you," said
Lingammu.
"Come, you Mosies come and show Qadir here your Kotak Safed Lunds (short white cocks)," ordered
Lingammu.
All this while, Uncle Hasan did not do anything. He had sat on the kursi and was comfortably
watching the three of us. But on hearing Lingammu's command, he got up and came over to us. Both of
the other males seemed to obsequious and submissive in front of the masculine Shudra Goonda Lingammu.
Both Faizal and Hasan Uncle stripped off their clothes till they were naked.
Faizal had a very small pink Lund. It was only slightly longer and thicker than a finger. Meanwhile,
Uncle Hasan's Lund was normal sized, being slightly longer than Faizal's. It was also somewhat thicker
as well, and its Qinaaf (glans) turned towards one side. Then all of us were naked, except for
Lingammu.
Smiling, Lingammu then started to take off his clothes. When Lingammu had taken off his shalwars I
was in for a surprise. Lingammu had an enormous Kala Shudra Zubb. Long and thick, the black snake hung
down half-way to his knees. It looked more like the Zubb of a bull than a man and dwarfed the short
Safed Lunds of Faizal and Uncle Hasan. The Aryan Muslim Lunds of Faizal and Uncle Hasan appeared
really puny next to Lingammu's enormous Dravidian Zubb. Morever, unlike the circumcised Muslim Lunds,
a long and thick foreskin hung around his black Qinaaf (glans), almost covering it to the tip.
Pointing to his enormous Shudra Zubb, Lingammu said, "Dhis eez vhy yaar Mosie Bibis and Mosie Banus
liking us Shudra Mans. (This is why your Muslim Wives and Muslim Girls like us Shudra Men)."
Then Lingammu said, "Don't worry about your Mulla here. See, now your Mulla is going to chuso maa
Zubb." So saying, he took his large Shudra Zubb to my teacher's mouth and Uncle hasan took his Zubb
fully into his mouth. This made me a little freer and removed much of my shyness.
Faizal lay on the diwan and pulled me towards him, taking me on top of himself. He put my Zubb on
his Zubb and rubbed them together. I was on top of Faizal and both of his legs were between my legs.
Slowly, he opened his own legs, pushing my legs wider. Lingammu then came behind me and spat on my
koon. Then he inserted his angusht (finger) into my koon. It hurt slightly so I moved my Gumbad (arse)
and his angusht came out of my Koon. Lingammu then turned towards my uncle and ordered him to bring
some oil. Uncle Hasan meekly went to another room and returned with a bottle of coconut oil and gave
it to Lingammu. The Shudra then applied some oil onto my Koon and then again tried to insert his
angusht. This time it did not pain. Faizal started to kiss me on my cheek and my ears, which somehow
excited me. Turning around, I looked at Lingammu and he was pouring some of the coconut oil onto his
huge Kala Shudra Zubb. After rubbing the oil onto his long Zubb it looked even blacker and tougher.
Lingammu then ordered Faizal and Uncle Hasan, "Make him ready for me." With this Uncle Hasan came
beside the diwan and suddenly took hold of both my hands. Immediately after this, Faizal embraced me
tightly and, pressing his face close to mine, he took my mouth into his mouth. Then I felt Lingammu
opening my Gumbad (arse) with both his hands, so that cool air swept across my exposed Koon.
I could then feel Lingammu pressing his huge Dravidian Zubb against my Koon. Shocked, I tried to
move, but with Uncle Hasan holding my hands and Faizal embracing me tightly, I could not move. Slowly
he pushed his Qinaaf (glans) into my Koon. Shocked, I tried to shift my Gumbad to the side, but
Lingammu held my hips firmly with his strong black Shudra hands. As his huge black Shudra Zubb went in
deeper and deeper, I tried to shout but my mouth was in Faizal's mouth. After some excruciating time,
I felt Lingammu's body against mine and I knew that finally, all of his long Kala Dravidian Zubb was
inside of my tight Safed Musulman Koon.
My uncle then said, "Qadir, good Londa (boy). Relax, then it will hurt less. If you try to make your Kun
tight, it will hurt more. You should relax and let him enter."
When Lingammu slowly withdrew, I relaxed just as Uncle Hasan told me. The next time Lingammu went
inside my Koon, I did not resist and it slid in more easily. What Hasan Uncle said was right. The pain
slowly subsided. Lingammu slowly moved in and out of my Koon. The more I relaxed, the less pain I felt
and soon I felt normal again.
"Solla (ass-hole)!" exclaimed Lingammu as he thrust in and out. "This Mosie Londa-Koon (Muslim
Boy-Anus) feels as good as a Mosie Banu's Qoosi (Muslim Girl Cunt)!"
"I am sure our Farsi Shahzadis (Persian Princesses) must be loving your big Kala Shudra Lund
!" said Faizal.
"Oh yes, they do !" Lingammu replied, grunting back.
After a few slow strokes, Lingammu started to bokk my fair Muslim Koon with full Shudra power and
speed. As I stopped moving, Faizal took his mouth off of mine.
"Now you are a Koonee just like all of us!" Faizal exclaimed with glee.
Smiling at me, Faizal then asked, "How is it ?" I did not answer. "Is it hurting ?" he asked again.
I said, "No." "Good boy," he replied, encouraging me.
It was for a very long time that Lingammu continued to pound my tight Muslim Koon with his Large
Kala Shudra Zubb. Finally, it was late afternoon when Lingammu bellowed loudly, like a wild black
buffalo. I could feel his huge Kala Lund spasm inside my Koon and then I felt strong jets of his thukm
(sperm) shooting deep inside my Koon.
Satisfied, Lingammu dismounted from me, and I rolled off of Faizal underneath me. I looked at
Lingammu. Even after ejaculation, his huge Kala Shudra Zubb hung half way down to his knees.
After that was done, all of us dressed up and we went back.
After a few years of this, I unfortunately had to move away because of my shaadi (marriage). Uncle
Hasan was right: Once a Koonee, always a Koonee. I still remember Lingammu and my Uncle Hasan. Now I
am happily married. But I need a huge Kala Shudra Zubb up my Koon to obtain full satisfaction, and so
I often go back to my native town every now and then.
The End