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.

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Ghazala Bibi's Dravidian Linga-Pooja Ritual Author: Moolla Nizam-oollah
Najm Asaf-Jah "Hazrat Shudralingayyat"

  As the rickshaw drove along the narrow Hyderabadi lane, Amir grasped his
bag tightly.  He was somewhat unhappy with himself, for he had to extend
his journey by two days.  He wondered at how his sweet Bibi Ghazala would
be happy to finally see him.  It had been a long trip, a two month visit to
Bengal, and it felt good to be in his hometown.  The rickshaw stopped in
front of his mahal, a well-decorated building in the wealthy merchant
mohalla of Hyderabad.  He could not wait to insert his Lund into his Bibi's
nice garm Fuddi, which he had always enjoyed doing ever since they married
five years back.  As he strode up the path to his front darwaza, he was
slightly puzzled that the mahal seemed dark, even though it was only the
late afternoon.

  When he entered the front darwaza (door), he noticed something else that
seemed out of the ordinary.  That was the aroma of burning incense.  He
recalled that he had detected the faint smell of incense a few times
earlier also, but that Ghazala had just laughed it off and said he must
have something in his nose.  Not until that moment had he given it another
thought, but the fragrance in the air at that time was definitely very
heavy and unmistakably that of incense.  To avoid making any sound he
slowly walked along the hall-way.  The fact that it was covered with
luxurious Persian carpets made the task of avoiding any noise that much
easier.  The closer he came to their bedroom the stronger the aroma became.
As he approached, he noticed that the darwaza was partially open, and very
dim candle-light emanated from the room.  He silently pushed the darwaza
slightly more ajar, and let his eyes accustom themselves to the candle
light.  Once he realized what was happening in the room,, he almost
fainted.

  There in the middle of the room, was his beautiful fair Bibi, totally
nangi (naked), seated on her knees.  She was seated behind a the backside
of a huge, standing, black-skinned man.  The backside seemed oiled up, and
Amir noted in awe that it was extremely muscular.  The muscular black
backside reminded him of the strong Dravidian wrestlers who dominated the
wrestling grounds of Hyderabad.  The muscular Kala Admi (black man) held a
strong iron bar behind his neck with both hands.

  Petrified on the spot, Amir watched in utter disbelief as Ghazala's fair
hands moved admiringly across the rotating muscular black backside.
Apalled, he saw her press and knead the muscular black buttocks, apparently
massaging oil into the buttocks.  To his dismay, he observed his lovely
Bibi respectfully kiss the muscular black buttocks.  After a while the
black buttocks stopped rotating and he saw his Bibi press her mouth more
closely against the black buttocks.  However, he could not take it any more
when she pressed her mouth between the Dravidian buttock cheeks and then
started to move her head up and down along the anal crack.  She was
cleaning his anal crack !

  He was about to storm in and put an end to the proceedings, but was
stunned when the strange Dravidian man turned around and Amir had a first
look at his frontside.  While Amir had felt intimidated by the Shudra man's
backside, he was positively emasculated when he saw the front.  The man's
dark chest was very wide, and his arms were as thick as watermelons.  When
he saw the man's ugly black face, he recognized from the thick black nose,
slobbering Dravidian lips, and painted decorations of Shiva on his face
that the man was definitely a Dravidian wrestler from Malabar.  While he
had seen the painted marks on the forehead before, yet this man had his
entire face painted, as if in ritual.  What stunned him most, however, was
the gigantic size of the Shudra man's genitalia.

  "Sala," he whispered out loud as he set eyes on the Shudra intruder's
huge erect black penis.  "It must be one foot long !" He was later to find
that he was quite correct about his size estimate.  The black intruder's
big black Shudra Lund was also clearly covered in sweat and oil, which gave
it a more sinister and menacing appearance.  Amir compared the magnificent
black Dravidian erection to his own much smaller pink Aryan Lund, which at
its best measured four inches in length.  Realizing that he was completely
dwarfed by the twelve-inch black Shudra man-weapon, Amir felt his own fair
Aryan Deccani Lund contract, as if accepting its own inferiority.  To top
it off, the big black Malabari member had a thick iron ring bored through
its massive shaft, according to the custom of the Dravidian lands.  He felt
his manhood slip away as his fair Bibi started to reverently massage the
huge black Shudra Lund with her dainty fair hands.  Intimidated, he
retreated to his original position.  For a while, Amir thought that the
fearsome Shudra had seen him, but he was relieved when the Kalloo seemed to
only notice Ghazala.

  He watched in shame as his Bibi picked up a small garland of white
flowers and lovingly wrapped it around the Dravidian phallus.  Then she
reverently grasped the black behemoth in her hands and respectfully kissed
the tip of the massive Topi as the Shudra still held the iron bar behind
his bull-like neck.  In awe he watched Ghazala boso (kiss) the tip three
times and then tilt her head upwards, and stare mesmerized at the dominant
Shudra warrior.

  "Oh my Dravidian God, may I please start Linga-Pooja on your divine Kala
Shudra Linga (black Shudra penis) ?" she pleaded, looking him longingly in
the face.  Amir could not believe his ears.

  When her request was greeted by silence, Ghazala started to beg him.

  "Please my Black Shudra God!  Please let me worship your divine Dravida
Linga," she implored.

  "Yes, my Aryani Pujari (Aryan female devotee), you may," he finally
said.

  Amir watched in amazement as Ghazala then proceeded to rub her Zaban
along first the upper side, and then the lower side.  This was clearly not
the wanton, irregular sucking of a frenzied Aurat, but the clear following
of a methodical worship of the abnormally large Shudra love muscle
according to a set ritual.  He could not believe it as she then fellated
the Malabari's big black Dravidian penis.

  Then Ghazala stood up.  He had always admired her lovely body.  But
right then she was going to give her body to that strange Kala Shudra
Haramzada !  Amir could not move when his Bibi lay back on the divan and
spread her fair legs.  His heart sank as he heard her lewdly invite him,
nay beg him, to copulate with her.

  In their own private sex life, Ghazala had never used firty language of
any kind.  But there, with that strange black Admi, she was begging him to
copulate her in the most vile language he had ever heard.

  He could see Ghazala's pouting pink Fuddi gaping wide open, the frizzy
hair around the top only adding to the excitement.  Obviously she was in a
state of high sexual excitement.  His Bibi was in a state of high sexual
frenzy, bucking her hips up, lewdly displaying her pink Aryani Fuddi for
her Yar to see while begging, "Please Huzoor, bokk me hard!  I need it so
badly !"

  "Why you want me to do your Showhar's (husband's) job ?" asked the
arrogant Shudra man gruffly.  "Tell me loud," he added.

  "Oh please, my Malabari God!  His puny fair Ganga worm is nothing
compared to your magnificent Malabar Black Snake!  His short white Aryan
soo-soo (pissers) cannot compete with your divine black Dravidian Linga,"
Ghazala cried.  "Those inferior Safedoos are not real Admis, they are just
Chota Bachas (small boys) compared to you superior Dravidian Gods !  Please
honour me with your lovely Kala Linga !" Amir felt like as if his fair Bibi
had kicked him in the groin as she insulted his penis size.  At no point in
his life had he felt so emasculated, to totally bereft of any feelings of
manliness.

  At this the Shudra warrior smiled and slid onto the divan and aimed his
monstrous black weapon at Ghazala's pouting pink Fuddi.  Amir felt like a
total loser as the Malabari man slowly inserted his big Kala erection into
Ghazala's precious womanhood.  He heard his Bibi moan a low gutteral growl
as more and more of the big black Dravidian intruder slid into her rosy
pink Aryan love tunnel.  When the full length of the awesome one foot long
black Shudra love muscle securely buried inside of her, Amir saw her vagina
shudder and then spasm hard in orgasm around the thick black cudgel that
filled her void.

  Amir watched in wide eyed wonder as his Bibi was then reamed by the
incredible Dravidian Aurat-pleaser being wielded by her dominant Kala
Shudra Huzoor !  As he watched the Malabari dominant qarno (cuckold) him
right there, he noticed that his own much smaller four inch Aryan Lund was
as hard as the iron pillar of the Qutb minar.  He felt his erection inside
his pyjamas and sighed.  Wetting one hand with some saliva, he pushed in
inside his pyjamas and grasped his hard Lund.  As he fondled it, he
wondered how nice it would be if, instead of his own short four inch Aryan
Soo-soo, he had a huge one-foot long black Dravidian Aurat-pleaser.  He
imagined how nice it would feel if his pretended black Shudra Lund went up
Ghazala's tight Fuddi.  Making a ring with his thumb and index finger, he
rubbed up and down his four inch fair erection.  Yes, that is how nice it
would feel, he told himself as he stroked his Lund.

  Lost in his own thoughts, Amir never even noticed when the large black
man leaped off of his fair Bibi and pulled open the darwaza.  When he
looked up, he saw the Dravidian muscle-man towering over his still
crouching frame.

  A terrified Amir did not dare make a move, until a strong black hand
grabbed him by the neck and wrenched him to his feet.

  "So you finally came back, you Haramzada !" spat the dominant Malabari.
"We been waiting for you !"

  Amir then realized that he had been expected, and that they were waiting
for him.  Yet, he decided to strike out.  In a small weak voice, Amir tried
to fight back by asking, "What are you doing in my mahal ?  You should get
out now !"

  The Shudra just stared at Amir and then, turning to Ghazala asked, "This
is your dumb Haramzada Showhar you told me about ?"

  Ghazala, still lying on the divan with her legs spread wide, did not
even look slightly embarassed.

  She replied softly, "Yes, that is Amir.  He is my Showhar (husband)."

  The Kala laughed and said, "Amir, welcome to our mehfil." With that he
dragged Amir like a bag and flung him onto the divan next to his Bibi.

  "Take off your clothes," he ordered.

  Defiantly, Amir replied, "No !"

  Just after that, Amir felt the back of the master's hand hit the side of
his face, causing him to fall from the divan onto the floor.  Stunned, he
looked up.

  "Now take it off before I give you some more !" barked the Malabari.

  Shaken, Amir meekly removed his clothing until he was totally nangoo
(naked).

  "See, Ghazala, look at him!" the master said laughingly.  "He liked
seeing my Malabar Black Snake go into your Fuddi !"

  In utter shame Amir bowed his head, unable to hide his diminutive
erection from the taunting black muscle-man, or from his Bibi.  The Shudra
knew just what to do with that short Lund little Gandoo.

  Grabbing Amir by his ear, the Dravidian master pulled him roughly to the
middle of the room until his face was only a short distance away from the
now low hanging Dravidian man-meat that only a short hwile before had been
buried deep in Ghazala's Fuddi.

  In a hard caustic voice the Shudra fighter told Amir, "I hear you
Safedoo Musulman Admis can chuso Kala Shudra Linga really good.  Show me
how good you are, or I will have to beat you again !"

  Tears welled up in Amir's eyes.  He had never in his life suffered such
humiliation !  Right there in front of his nangi Bibi, he was going to have
to chuso on a huge black Dravidian monster-penis !  Knowing that if he did
not comply he would be severely beaten, he leaned forward and took the Topi
into his mouth and with uncertain strokes began to chuso it.

  Looking over at Ghazala, the dominant Shudra opined, "Your Safedoo Mozoo
boys are as good Lund-chusaks as you Safedi Musulmanis." Amir could only
squirm in embarassment.

  Ghazala was watching in utter fascination as her humbled Showhar orally
satisfied her dominant Dravidian master.  Strangely enough she felt somehow
more powerful was he was being humbled.

  "Chuso him," she ordered.  "Maybe it will make your short Safed Doodool
bigger !"

  Amir sucked on the huge black pole for a while, carefully avoiding the
thick ring bored into it.  He did this until the Huzoor ordered him to stop
and then to start chusoing his Bibi.

  As he lapped at her swollen Fuddi, he noticed tha strong pungent smell
which emanated from her genitory.  At the same time, he remembered that the
times when she had that strong smell between her legs seemed to coincide
with the times he had noticed the incense.  That was when Amir realized
that that was probably not the first time that he had chusoed (sucked) her
Fuddi after it had been used by her Shudra Huzoor.

  Meanwhile, he did not notice that Ghazala slowly wrapped her legs around
his head and locked her feet on his shoulders in a powerful lock.  At the
same time, he was completely unaware of what was happening behind him.  The
Dravidian God had taken some coconut oil into his hand and was lubricating
his organ.

  It was not until Amir felt the Topi pushing against his tight anal hole
that he realized that he was going to be sodomized in the anus !

  He squirmed about violently, but Ghazala's legs held his head in place,
preventing any movement.  The Shudra held his hips firmly, keeping his
lower body in place.

  "No, please, no !" he begged as he realized he could not move, but his
sound was muffled around his Bibi's thighs.  It was of no use as the black
muscle-man was too powerful for him to fight off and his Bibi's legs were
locked firmly in place.  Amir felt the big black Shudra intruder slowly
slither into his anal hole.  At first the pain was brutal, and Amir thought
he was being torn apart.  He tried to yell, but his scream was muffled
inside his Bibi's fat Fuddi.

  "Relax, then it won't hurt that bad," said Ghazala.

  Knowing that she was right, and that to resist was futile, Amir tried to
relax his muscles to allow easier entry by the invading Dravidian shaft.
The more he relaxed, the less pain he felt.  While he was ashamed to admit
it, he was also feeling some kind of mild pleasure.  However, the thick
iron ring inside his anus was also creating some extra friction, which made
him uncomfortable.  After some time, he became used to it.  He could not
believe that he was lapping at his Bibi's Fuddi, while his own anus was
being shafted by that Kala Shudra Badmash.

  Ghazala realized the gravity of the situation, and she knew that her
Showhar had effectively lost his dominance over her.  She knew her Showhar
would just be a submissive Gandoo for her Shudra master.  Both she and her
Showhar would be willing devotees of the god-like Dravidian Lingam of her
Huzoor.

  Amir also knew that the relationship he had with his Bibi had been
changed forever.  He knew that, by sodomizing him, the Dravidian God had
established his complete dominance over him.  Whatever little respect
Ghazala may have had for him was also definitely destroyed forever.  He
knew that he was a mere Bacha (child) in her eyes, while the Shudra man was
a Dravidian God.

  For what seemed like the longest time Amir had to let the ravaging
Shudra invader enjoy his anus.  Finally, Amir felt the huge black Shudra
Lingam stiffen and pump his anus full of Thook.  He felt the Shudra
collapse on top of him when he was done.

  At that, both Amir and Ghazla felt a calmness come over them.  They knew
that, from then on, both would be Ghulams to the Dravidian God and his
thick black erection.

  The End

[sri7869]

Nice superb story

[Eswar P]

Nice story

[RajV]

Havaldar Maha-Linga and His Conquest of Nadiyya Bibi by Nizami Begum
Neelofar Khanum Hyderabadi

  Havaldar Maha-Linga stood at the Chauk (square), surveying the street.
His eyes peered through the deserted lane, late at night.  A large turban
emphasized his height and make him look larger than his already imposingly
large frame.  The only other clothes he wore were a tight lungi.  Knowing
that the fair-skinned Aryans of the north were intimidated by black skins,
he made sure that his garments were white in colour, so as to offset his
normally black skin and make him look even blacker, and hence more
aggressive, than he already was.  But, like the inhabitants of his native
Telingana region, he walked barefoot, his rough and thick Dravidian
foot-soles able to easily withstand the sharp stones on the rough roads.
He was one of the muscular men of Shudra caste who had been imported by the
Sarkar (government) as part of its drive to put down unruliness in the
realms of the state.

  What contributed to his aggressiveness, however was the fact that he was
racist, for he believed in the superiority of his own Shudra, Dravidian
qaum (race).  He had imbibed these ideas from his native village, where the
older men had told him about the effeminate, fair-skinned males from the
north.  They were fair-skinned and woman-like, they told him, and had
slender, delicate unmanly bodies which lacked in muscle.  Moreover, they
taught him that their fair Lunds were very thin and short, and incapable of
satisfying their own Aurats (women).  Hence, the Aryan Aurats secrely
preferred to copulate with the Shudra and Dravidian males of his own qaum
(race).

  These ideas were supported during his brief sojourn in Hyderabad.  But
they became, in his eyes, fully confirmed when he reached Oudh.  He saw the
fair Oudhi Sahibs look uncomfortably at his Shudra body.  And many of the
Oudhi Aryan Banus, Bibis and Begums stole glances at his strong black
Dravidian muscles, while others greedily ogled his groin area, safe behind
the anonymity of their burqas (veils).  Why, just that afternoon a
beautiful Begum had stared at his massively muscled Dravidian upper body
and then looked at his groin, as if devouring him with her eyes.  The
thought made his long thick black Shudra organ grow and swell.

  Gradually, Hawaldar Maha-Linga saw a rickshaw gradually appear in the
mist of the night.  A short-statured, bronze-skinned Bhojpuri
rickshaw-puller walked along, pulling the rickshaw by its handles.  He
would not have bothered, but when he looked at the rickshaw itself, he saw
a lady of astonishing beauty.  Her mouth was covered by a semi-transparent
veil, but her cheeks and forehead shone like a second moon in the night.
Her eyes with long flowing eye-lashes showed that her face must have been
exceedingly pretty.  And the erotic curves of her legs were clearly visible
with her leg-hugging churidaar shalwars.  Yes, a Sahib, probably her
Showhar (Husband) was next to her, but he would not let that minor detail
deter him.

  He motioned for the rickshaw to stop.  The Bhojpuri drawer immediately
came to a halt.

  "What you doing so late ?" he asked the Sahib gruffly.

  "We are just coming back from a dost's mahal," replied the Sahib.
Maha-Linga looked at the Sahib and studied his frame.  It was the typical
Sahibi or Navabi frame so common amongst Oudh, both with the Vedic Aryan
and with the Musulman Aryan menfolk.  It was just as he had expected.  He
did not want to create any trouble with any man with a Jihadi frame,
although he knew he could probably handle that as well.  This would be too
easy.

  Then he looked at his Bibi.  She was wearing a burqa (veil), which
covered her face from the nose upper lip downwards.  But he could see from
the perfect almond shape of her eyes, carefully underlined with kohl, and
her fair ivory-like complexion, that she was very beautiful.  One look and
her long dashing eye-lashes felt like they had already penetrated to his
Dravidian heart.  Slowly he glanced down.  The black burqa only covered her
upper body, and so he observed that she was wearing a tight chooridar
shalwar which clung closely to her skin.  Surely, they were not the tight,
almost rubber-like shalwars which a really respectable Bibi would wear.

  He turned back to the Sahib and then continued.  "Where you live ?"
Maha-Linga asked.

  "In Muzaffar Mohalla," replied the Sahib.

  Muzaffar Mohalla.  Only the Ashrafi clerical and scholarly families
lived there.  This indicated that the couple were not members of the high
aristocracy.  There would hence be no threat of retribution from any action
he might employ.

  "Why you went there ?"

  "For a mehfil."

  "A sharabi mehfil (wine party) ?" he asked.

  "By ,.', I swear I did not have any sharab," replied the Sahib with
some alarm.  "It was not a sharabi mehfil."

  "Whose Mehfil ?" he asked.

  "Aslam Sahib's mehfil," came the response.

  "Aslam Sahib ?" He had never heard of the place.  But again, he would
not let that minor detail deter him.  "Aslam Sahib's mahal is under our
watch.  We have reports of sharabi mehfils there." As he talked to the
Sahib, he twitched his chest muscles.  This had the desired effect -
Maha-Linga saw the Sahib look at his upper body, fear in his eyes.

  "Did you have any sharab there ?" he asked again.

  "No."

  "We can make this the hard way, or the easy way.  Now, did you have any
sharab ?" he asked.

  "No," came the defiant answer.

  "Then come along," he ordered the Bhojpuri rickshaw-puller.  "You make
it difficult.  You been at Aslam Sahib's mahal.  We want know everything
about Aslam Sahib and his mehfils.  No worry, you tell everything in
Khana." The richshaw followed him.  He guided them to a narrow gullee where
he knew it would be difficult for his captives to escape.

  "You are taking us to the Khana ?" asked the Sahib in alarm.  "Please
don't take us to the Khana (security officer-station)."

  Maha-Lingam did not say anything, thereby letting the passengers' panic
mount.

  "He is taking us to the Khana," moaned the Aurat.  "Do something !"

  "Please, don't take us to the Khana," repeated the Sahib.

  With that Maha-Linga stopped the rickshaw.

  "If you make it easy, then I don't have to take you to Khana.  Did you
take any Sharab or no ?" asked Maha-Lingam.

  "If I say I did, you won't take us to Khana ?" asked the Sahib.

  Maha-Lingam stopped and then pulled the Sahib off the rickshaw.

  "What are you doing ?" asked the Begum.  Maha-Lingam did not listen but
pulled the Sahib to the rickshaw and chained his hands to a wheel.  Then he
ordered the rickshaw-walla to leave.

  The Sahib resisted and cursed, but once he was chained he was powerless.


  Just then two other men crossed as they walked along the gullee.  Farhan
Sahib called out to them for help.  Maha-Lingam calmly let him exert
himself.

  "Please help us," he exclaimed repeatedly.  But both the passers-by
looked at Maha-Lingam and then decided to walk on.

  Only after they had left the gullee itself did Farhan Sahib finally
stop.

  "Fine.  Then I drank some sharab," replied the Sahib.  "Now let us go."

  "So you are saying you drank sharab ?" asked Maha-Lingam.

  "Yes.  Now let us go."

  "I will decide what to do."

  "Do what you want with me.  But let my Bibi go please," begged the
Sahib.

  "Who are you to tell me what to do with this Aurat ?" fumed Maha-Lingam.
"You speak for yourself, she will speak for herself."

  "Please," begged Farhan.

  "You have to be taught manners, you Haramzada !" cursed Maha-Lingam.
With that Maha-Lingam untied the Sahib's trouser-string and then pulled
down his pyjamas.

  "No, no," begged Farhan, trying to turn to hide his nudity.  Under the
effect of the cold night, his genitals had shrivelled up to a tiny state.
He did not want anybody to see them in that pathetically puny condition.
With his hands chained to the rickshaw-wheel, he tried to turn his back
side to side, but failed to hide his privates.  No matter which way he
turned, he could not hide his genitals completely.

  "That small worm not going to satisfy any Aurat," Maha-Linga told
Farhan. Farhan could not deny it, and squirmed around.

  "That the small thing you use ?" Maha-Lingam asked the Bibi.

  "It is enough for her !" retorted Farhan Sahib in anger.

  "Won't be after I done with her," sneered Maha-Lingam.

  Farhan's face contorted as he realized the import of what Maha-Lingam
implied.  "Do what you want with me.  But please let her go," requested
Farhan.  "Please, I beg you."

  "I see you love your Bibi very much.  We see how much she love you,"
said the Hawaldar.  Then he turned to the Bibi.

  "This Admi you call Showhar has said he is a Sharabi.  For that I have
to punish him and lock him up in Khana for some nights," he said.  He saw
the horror on her face, but before she could say anything, he said, "Our
spies say that Aslam Sahib supply Aurat (woman) to his dosts at his
mehfils. You could be a tawaif (whore)."

  "No, I am not a tawaif," she replied in shock.

  "Your Showhar says he is Sharabi.  Aslam Sahib supplies Aurats to his
Dost.  I think you are Tawaif, so you come along to the Khana."

  "Please don't send us to the Khana," begged the Aurat.

  "Speak for yourself.  Your Sharabi Showhar has to go.  He has said he is
sharabi.  But you might not." he said.  "Your Showhar has already told me
that he had sharab.  Now I just have to check if you are a tawaif or not."

  "Please don't send me to the Khana," begged the Aurat.  "I am not a
tawaif."

  "You let me bokk you, I let you go," said the Hawaldar.  "Else, you come
to khana with your Showhar."

  "No, Nadiyya, please don't," wailed the Sahib.

  "You are coming with me to the Khana," retorted Maha-Lingam.  "Talk more
and I keep you two nights." That shut up Farhan.

  "Fine, I will let you do me."

  Farhan's spirit was broken when he heard that his Bibi agree to copulate
with the Hawaldar just to save herself.

  Farhan watched in shame as his Bibi knelt down on her heels and started
to rub the Shudra Hawaldar's groin through his trousers.

  Using both hands Nadiyya Bibi rubbed his Lund.  It hardened under her
deft touch.  Farhan could see that it was a significant bulge.

  Then Nadiyya Bibi untied his trouser-string.  Reaching up, she pulled
down his trousers, exposing his truly magnificent Dravidian genitals.  Like
a coiled Telingana Black Snake, it jumped right out at Nadiyya as she
stared in disbelief.  It was uncircumcised, very long, thick, heavy and
extremely black.  Farhan noted in humiliation that the Shudra Hawaldar's
big black Lund was much bigger than his own.

  Maha-Lingam then walked over to the Sahib and stood in front of him, his
genitals hanging lewdly just one foot from the Sahib.  He saw the Sahib
stare at his big Kala Shudra Lund and then at his own, much smaller, pink
Aryan Lund.  He knew that the fair Sahib was then comparing his own short
pink Aryan Lund to the much bigger Kala Shudra Lund.  In triumph he could
see the Sahib's manhood slip away as he realized just how much smaller he
was.

  Maha-Lingam walked back to Nadiyya Bibi and started to fondle her fair
Gumbad.  He pulled down her shalwar and caressed her large white orbs.
Then he started to tickle her puckered Qoon (anus).  Slowly he pushed one
finger in and pushed it in and out.

  When he was done with fondling her Qoon (anus), he removed his anguli
(finger) and walked over to the Sahib.

  "Chuso it," he ordered.

  As she leaned against the wall, the Aurat looked over at her Showhar as
the Hawaldar inserted his thick black finger into her Showhar's mouth.  Her
eyes enlarged as she watched her Showhar start to suck her juices off his
finger.

  He walked back to Nadiyya Bibi and told her to face the wall and bend
forward.  She did as told.  Positioning himself behind her Maha-Lingam
inserted his big black Shudra Lund into her tight pink Aryani Fuddi.
Farhan Sahib felt like a totally defeated Admi as he saw the Shudra
Hawaldar's big black Dravidian Lund go into his Bibi's tight pink Fuddi.

  Then he started to bokk her.

  "Tell yar Showhar how big mine is." he commanded as he copulated her.

  "Farhan, he is so big," she said.

  "When I done with your Bibi, she no longer wanting your Kotak Safed
Lund," hissed Maha-Lingam.

  Full of shame, Farhan wondered how terrible it would be if true.  He
wondered if his Bibi would ever be interested in his puny pink Aryan Lund
again, after having tasted that huge Shudra Aurat-pleaser.

  Finally, Maha-Lingam bellowed loudly.  He climaxed inside Nadiyya Bibi.

  As he looked at Farhan Sahib, he smiled in triumph.  Yes, realizing that
his Lund was too small and seeing his Bibi made into an Aurat by a real man
definitely made Farhan more docile and submissive.

  Then he told Nadiyya Bibi to go home.  He went to Farhan Sahib and then
took the humbled Showhar to the Khana.  It was only the next morning that
he released Farhan Sahib from the Khana.

  "Dumb Showhar, if you let me bokk your Bibi from beginning, I let you
go. But you try to play her for your Bibi, so now you suffer."

  He watched in triumph as Farhan Sahib left the Khana.  He knew he would
be a defeated man forever after that, and that thought pleased Maha-Lingam.


  ****

  It was a fine day.  Hawaldar Maha-Linga stood at the side of a road.
One afternoon, a rickshaw passed him.  Clad in thick burqa, the Aurat in
the rickshaw handed him a piece of paper.

  Surprised, he read the address on the note.

  That night he went to that address.  As he entered the mahal, he was
greeted by a stunningly beautiful Aurat.  Since she was in her own mahal,
she did not have to wear any burqa.  When he looked at her face,
Maha-Lingam recognized her.  The Aurat from the Gullee that night.

  "I love you, Maha-Lingam," she said as she embraced him.

  "I keep on thinking about your big Kala Shudra Lund (big black Shudra
penis) since that day you made me an Aurat," she hissed into his ear, her
arms around his shoulders.  He felt her hand move down to his groin and
massage his thick Dravidian hose.

  "My Showhar is gone for the whole day.  We can spend the whole night
together," she whispered.

  It would be a good night indeed.
  The End

[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

[RajV]

Trained by Kali Begum by Ghulam Shamsher Osmani Bangalistani Codes:
shudrani, kali, dravidian, malabari, begum, sultanum, khanum, ghulam

   Some time back I fell in love with an Aurat of my mohalla, called
Nadiyya Banu.  I courted her for a long while.  One day as we sat in a
park, we talked.

   "My mehboob, I wanted to actually take the controlling position over the
man I know," she said calmly.

   "Yes, I will do anything for you," I told her.  "I will even become your
Ghulam."

   With that her eyes lighted up.

   "You really mean my Ghulam ?" she asked.

   I was delighted that I had made her happy.

   "Yes, my mehboob.  I would readily become your Ghulam any day."

   She smiled and then said, "I like you."

   I went back that day thinking that I had made a big success and would
soon become her Yar (lover).

   The next day she invited me to her mahal for the first time.  I was
ecstatic.  We talked for a while in the main room and then she invited me
to her bedroom.  I was totally dazed, thanking ,.' for my success with
this beautiful Aurat.

   Inside her bed chamber, she bade me to sit on her divan.  But she did
not sit down, and instead, started to talk to me.  It seemed she wanted to
take command by standing tall, thereby appearing taller than me as I
seated.

   "You know some time back I told you that I wanted to find a man who
respected me, and then you said you would become my Ghulam ?" she asked me.


   "Yes, my love," I said.

   "I have decided to accept your offer," she said.  My heart started
pounding harder.  I thanked ,.' that I had finally scored with this
Begum.

   "Well, I definitely would like to make you my Ghulam," she continued. 
"But I do not have the expertise to break a man in properly."

   What was that she meant?  I wondered what she implied when ehe said
"break in" a man.

   "You see I am too timid and too nice to be a real Begum," she continued.
"And an arrogant Admi like you needs to be broken in very well."

   What did she mean by Begum ?  And why was she calling me arrogant ?  I
had never insulted her in any way.  I never expected to hear her talk like
that.  Suddenly, I started doubting whether I should be happy at her
acceptance of me as her Yar.

   "So wait for me, my Mehboob, and I will return with a wonderful gift for
you," she said.

   At this I was happy.  But I was puzzled by what she meant earlier.  I
could not believe my luck in scoring with this lovely Begum, but had some
doubts because of what she had said.  But my Lund became very hard as I
thought that I would soon be inserting it into that lovely Aurat's precious
Fuddi.

   In a short while she returned, accompanied by a very mean and ugly black
Dravidian Shudra woman.  She was of the middle height, but very thickset
and robust.  A wide nose disfigured her ugly black face.  Her thick
slobbering lips bent outwards over her large and wide mouth.  Unlike the
Aurats of our Qaum (race) who covered their delicate fair feet in elegant
gem-adorned sandals, this Dravidian Aurat did not wear anything on her
large rough black feet as she walked barefoot everywhere.  She wore a lungi
about her waist, and a tight kameez to cover her heavy chest.  Unlike the
delicate manicured feet of our Aurats, this strange Shudra Woman had large
talon-like nails atop her large claw-like toes.  She looked like the Bubu
(sister) or Aurat (woman) of one of the scary Kala Shudra Goondas from the
Telinga mohalla.  [1]

   "Please greet my friend, Kali Begum," she said.  I was surprised why she
was introducing me to her friend.  But I decided to do as my love had said.


   I was about to salaam Kali Begum when I saw the angry scowl in her
contemptuous gaze.  Taken aback, I looked at her for a while, but then
still decided to salaam her.  I raised my right hand to my forehead and
bowed forward in a courteous Salaam.

   Immediately the dominant Shudrani came to me and slapped me hard on my
face.  I was stunned.

   "You Haramzada!  I did not give you permission to salaam to me !" she
barked.  Immediately I retreated.  My mind full of questions I turned to my
love.  Before I could say anything, she started to explain.

   "Everyone knows that in the Malabar land it is the Aurat who, as a
Begum, rules over the Admi, who is but a Ghulam.  The Malabari Aurat has
the most power and rights over her Showhar, much more than in any other
part of the world.  That is because the Malabari Shudrani is the most
dominant and aggressive of all the women.  Then who better to train you
than a Malabari, Dravidian Aurat ?  She is going to show you how the Aurats
of the Dravidian Malabar country took control over the menfolk and reduced
them to the status of Ghulams!" she told me.

   Dazed, it was only gradually that the full effect of her words sank in.
Then she turned her back towards me.

   "Enjoy your training, Taj !" my lady exclaimed as she left the room.

   My mind races and I felt my heart sink when I realized that my love had
left me alone in the room with that ugly Kali Shudrani.

   The moment my Mehboob left, the muscular Shudrani started to intimidate
me.

   "I know you Safed Haramzadas (white bastards).  You would never look at
a Kali (black woman) like me.  Your first choice are those pretty,
fair-skinned, rosy-cheeked, submissive Punjabi, Oudhi and Rajputni Aryan
females.  It is only when you don't get any of those Aurats that you would
even think about me as a cheap Tawaif!" she barked as she came closer to
me.

   "No, no, please," I said.

   "Liar!  I know you Badmashes very well," she cursed, and then spat onto
my face to intimidate me further.  "You only think of us Shudranis as ugly
Kalis who clean your streets and toilets!  You don't like us because we are
real Aurats and won't take any nonsense !"

   "No, I never did that, please," I wailed.

   "Liar!" she shouted.  "You Gandoos (faggots) can't fool me !" With that
she aggressively pushed me against the wall.

   "But I know the real reason why you don't want us Shudrani Aurats," she
continued as she pushed two fingers into my cheeks.  "You Chutiyas
(stupids) are scared of us," she hissed in my ear.  "You know we are real
Orats (women), not Londis (girls) like your Goris (fair women)." I tried to
loosen her grip on my jaw, but failed.  Her strong Dravidian fingers pushed
deeper into my cheeks, pushing them into my mouth.

   "You know we will break your Andas," she hissed as she held one hand
with the forefinger and index finger stretched out, right in front of my
eyes.  Slowly she bent them at the first joint.  I was afraid she would try
to strike out my eyes, so I moved my face to the side.

   Then, before I could react, I saw her hand move, instead of towards my
eyes, in an arc downwards and strike towards my groin instead.  "Like this
!"

   With that I felt each of her bent fingers strike one of my vulnerable
testicles at the joint.  Her aim was perfect, for both bent fingers struck
a testicle each through my pyjamas.  I shrieked in pain and grasped my
wounded genitals, falling down to the floor at her feet.

   She then gave a strong kick to my groin area using the ball of her foot.
Fortunately both my hands were clutching my genitals, so they absorbed most
of her impact.  But still my testicles stung in pain, on account of the
sheer force of her kick.  I bent forward even more, so as to provide more
protection to my vulnerable genitals.

   "You dumb Safed Haramzada !" she shouted.  "Kiss my feet and maybe they
will stop kicking you."

   I knew that my genitals could not take another such kick.  So I meekly
kissed one of her feet as a mark of subjugation.  Even though she was
standing, so that I could only kiss the upper surface, the smell was
strong. I dreaded to think what her much more strongly scented foot sole
would smell like.

   Angrily she stepped back and again kicked me in the groin.  I howled in
pain.

   "Is that how you kiss a Begum's feet ?" she scowled.  "Kiss them
properly," she ordered.

   With that I continued to kiss both of her feet until she told me to
stop.

   Then she walked back to a kursi and sat on it.  She ordered me to crawl
to her on the floor like a dog.

   I crawled along the floor towards her.  She then pointed at her feet.

   "Chuso my feet, you Haramzada !  And I mean chuso, not boso (kiss) like
you did earlier !"

   I did as she ordered, and took her large toe into my mouth.  The smell
was strong.  She told me to do that to all her toes, so that I was soon
dutifully sucking all her toes, one by one.  She also made me clean the
spaces between her thick black Shudra toes, as well as the spaces under her
talon-like toe-nails.

   "Now, you Safed Haramzada !  Chuso my soles," she said.

   With that she arched her rough foot, so that her sole stuck in my face.
Meekly I bent forward and started to suck her foot-sole.  It is then that
the full force of her foot fragrance hit my nose.  She made me press my
Zaban and then my lips very hard against her foot sole, so as to clean all
of it.

   I swear, having to suck the qadams (feet) of an intimidating muscular
Shudra Aurat is a humiliating task.

   After that she made me sit on my knees in front of her.  She pulled down
her lungi.

   There in front of me was her Dravidian genitory.  It was marvellous in
its own way.  The pubic hair on the large mound on her sweaty groin was
very thick and wiry.  And below that was her large and cavernous Shudrani
Fuddi (Shudra vagina).  Abnormally large, it appeared that I could perhaps
thrust in my whole hand into her orifice.  It was almost the opposite of
the delicate, feminine genitals of our Aryan women.

   "Dont just stare, Safed Haramzada!  Start your job and chuso it!" she
barked.

   As I moved my face closer to her genitory, I suddenly stopped mid-way.
The very strong and revolting smell of her Malabari Fuddi (Malabari vagina)
assaulted my nasal passages.  The smell was a tangy mixture of urine, sweat
and genital oils.  Perhaps because of its large size, her Malabari Fuddi
had a very strong natural musky odour.  This smell was multiplied because
it seemed like she had not washed down there for at least a few days.  The
strong genital smell was almost overpowering.

   "The smell too strong for you, Safedoo ?" she asked sarcastically.

   "No, Kali Begum!  I like the smell, it smells good!" I said, trying to
appear happy.

   "That is how a real Aurat smells.  In our country s real Aurats never
wash our Fuddis, leaving that task to our menfolk.  Now, my Showhar had to
leave on a military expedition to fight in your armies, so there was no
Admi to perform my clean-up duties.  So go there and then chuso it," she
barked.

   That explained why she smelled so strong down there.  Taking a breath, I
meekly bent forward and then started to lap at her steaming musky Shudrani
Fuddi.  Using my Zaban, I cleaned up all of her genitory.  After a while, I
became used to her strong smell.

   Then she pushed me back and made me stand up.  She turned me around, so
that my back was towards her, and she ordered me to take off my clothes.  I
hesitated, but she repeated her order and then I knew I had no choice. 
Quietly I took off my sherwani and then pulled my pyjamas off my legs.  I
was happy my back was towards her.

   As I stood in front of her, totally nangoo, she carefully studied me. 
She stood up and I could feel her press my buttocks.

   "Soft white Aryan buttocks you hab.  Not strong black buttocks like
Shudra man," she said as I felt her hands study my buttocks.

   Then I felt her hands touch my arms.

   "Weak thin fair arms.  Not thick strong black arms like Shudra man," she
said.  "No wonder our Dravidian Malabari men beat your Aryan Pehelvans in
wrestling ground."

   Then she encircled my wrist.

   "Weak Aryan bones.  Not thick strong bones like Shudra man," she said.
"No wonder our Dravidian Telinga men beat you as Piyadas (infantry men)."

   Then she ordered me to turn around.  I hesitated, for I was ashamed of
showing her my genitals.  But she repeated her orders, and I had to turn
around.

   She contemptuously looked at my shrivelled Aryan genitals.

   Touching my Lund, she scowled angrily.

   "Short white Aryan Lund.  Not big Kala Lund like Shudra man," she said.
"My six year old son has a bigger Lund than you !" she hissed.  Under the
impact of her insults, my Lund contracted even further.

   "You call that a Lund, Safedoo ?" she asked.  "That is not a Lund, that
is a third thumb !"

   "No wonder your Aryani Aurats are so divani (crazy) for our Dravida
men."

   Then she pushed me onto a divan and sat on my face.

   At night she dragged me to her bed and made me service her.  I had to
use my Zaban to bath her entire body.  Like this she spent the entire night
dominating me.

   The next morning she pulled me along to a toilet.

   "In our Malabar land we have a custom.  Once us Aurats are done with our
morning evacuation, our Admis have to come and clean our genitals with
their mouths.  It is considered unwomanly for an Aurat to demean herself by
cleaning her dirty parts.  So her Admi has to do it.  When he is not there
she has to use just a leaf.  This really makes an Admi submissive, as it
reminds him every day that he is merely his Begum's genital-cleaner. 
Today, you shall perform the task," she said.

   I was shocked at what she said.  Powerless to do anything, I waited as
she relieved herself inside.  Then she came out and I had lick up and down
her chedh (crack).

   Later, when my Nadiyya Banu came, Kali begum told her she had to
continue teaching me manners as I was very insolent.  In this manner Kali
Begum kept me as her Ghulam for a few more days, till I was accustomed to
her being my Malabari Dravidian Begum.

   On the third night she brought out a huge black dildo made of Malabari
rubber, which was modelled on the large black Lund of a Telinga warrior. 
She sodomized me with it every night after that.

   After about a fortnight, Nadiyya Begum came over.  She asked Kali Begum
to show her how well I was trained.

   "Show your Begum what you have learned," she said.

   "Oh Nadiyya Begum, it is my honour to be able to perform the Pa-Bos for
you," I said.  "May I perform the Pa-Bos ?"

   "Yes, you may," she said.

   With that I crawled down and reverently kissed her feet.

   Nadiyya Begum was impressed.

   "Nadiyya Begum, may I worship your lovely Popo ?" I asked, as I sat on
my knees.

   "Yes, you may," she replied, and turned around.

   I pressed my face against her large backside, pushing my lips against
her shalwar kameez.  I kissed her fabric-covered Popo.

   "There is much more," said Kali Begum.  With that she lifted up her sari
and urinated into a glass.  She handed it to me.

   "Thank you Kali Begum.  It is an honour to drink your Pishab (urine)," I
said.  With that I drank down the entire glass of her steamy Dravidian
decoction.  Nadiyya Begum smiled wildly.

   "I see you have trained him very well indeed," she said.  With that she
handed Kali Begum a bag of coins.

   The Shudrani took the bag of coins.  She smiled and handed Nadiyya Begum
the large Telinga rubber satar (dildo).

   "If he ever becomes too insolent, use this to discipline him," she said.
"He can take all of it now, for I have stretched him back there."

   "I will, and I think I will enjoy this myself," said Nadiyya Begum as
she stared wide-eyed at the large black rubber dildo.

   With that Kali Begum returned to the Shudra mohalla and I remained as
Nadiyya Begum's Ghulam.  Nadiyya Begum was very happy with my services.

[sri7869]

Nice story

[RajV]

Title: Benazir and the Telinga Author: Padshahi Begum Sufiya Sultana
Codes: afsm, aryan female shudra male, shudra, black, telinga, telugu,
timurid, '.,

   Category: Story Source: Punjabi Folk-Tale Status: Completed

   Ruxana Khan quietly tip-toed through the front darwaza (door) in case
her Madar (mother) was sleeping.  She had returned early from her madrassa
(school) classes, and wanted to avoid awakening her mother by mistake.  As
she quietly passed her parents' bedroom, she suddenly heard the sound of a
very deep male voice.  It definitely did not sound like her father, she
realized.  Moreover, her father had been sent on official Sarkar
(Government) duty to Jaunpur in eastern Oudh, so that the man inside the
room could definitely not have been him.  But how could that be possible ?
Surely, no man outside the family would be able to penetrate the purdah
(seclusion) of the Zenana (womens' quarters), Ruxana reasoned.  Full of
perplexed curiosity, the innocent '. girl walked up to her parents'
bedroom and slowly pushed open the darwaza (door) to see what was happening
inside.  As she saw the incredible scene inside the room with her own eyes,
she gasped in total dismayed shock.

   In a single cataclysmic instant the pure unsullied image she had of her
beloved Madar (mother) as a pious and devoted Punjabi matron, which had
developed all through her innocent life, was irreversibly shattered.  For
there on the Oudhi divan (bed) in the middle of the bedroom was Benazir,
her very own beloved and devoted Madar (mother), completely nangi (naked),
bouncing her fat white hips up and down on top of a man.  And Ruxana saw in
shame that her worst apprehensions had turned out to be true: the man on
whom her Madar was seated and betraying her entire family with, was indeed
not her refined and cultivated father, but another strange man.  Yet, what
made the evil which she was witnessing so much more depraved and so totally
perverted in her eyes was that it was not just any strange man on the
divan, but a dirty Kala (black-skinned) Shudra Admi (man)!  Her fair
Punjabi Madar (mother) had not selected another fair Ashrafi Punjabi Sahib
(noble Punjabi Gentleman) to quench her utterly depraved lusts with, but
had taken as her Yar (lover) a lowly, filthy and uncouth Kala Shudra Nokar
(Black Shudra Servant) or Goonda (thug) of a totally strange, and indeed,
opposing, race !  Her devoted Madar was not just betraying her husband and
her family, she was betraying her entire qaum (race), the Aryan and Iranian
race of Punjabi heroes!  That filthy Kalloo (blackie) must have been one of
those ugly Shudra labourers from the Shudra-pur, the Shudra mohalla of the
town, Ruxana reasoned.  Most of the labourers and goondas (thugs) of the
city were Shudra, and Ruxana was scared of them because they looked so
frightening and were real Badmashes (bad men).  Her mother's plump rosy
Boond (Buttocks) was facing the door, and Ruxana watched in amazement as
her mother's fat Gumbad (buttocks) repeatedly thrust up and down onto the
black Shudra Badmash below.  She could see the twin globes shudder with
each powerful downward thrust.  With mounting dismay Ruxana watched in
horror at the place where her Madar's fair groins joined with the dark
loins of the Shudra Nokar, and she had to accept that the ugly black,
almost inhuman, Shudra Nokar Lund (Shudra Servant Penis) was going into the
same womb which had given birth to her.  Totally horrified, Ruxana could
not believe her mother was doing this with one of those filthy and
frightening Shudra Nokars.  She decided that she had to stop this lewd act
right now before it became any worse.

   "Ya ,.' (By God)!  Ma, what are you doing ?" Ruxana shrieked out
aloud, feeling totally shocked and disgusted.

   Her mother Benazir stopped her satisfying thrusting and instantly turned
her head back.  Fearing it was her husband, she was about to climb off. 
However, she stopped when she saw it was only her Dukhtar (daughter) who
has witnessed her deceitful act of infidelity.  She sighed in relief.

   "Ruxana, ...  so you came back ?" she mumbled, her hips still impaled on
the Shudra's Zubb (penis).

   "Yes, ma," Ruxana replied coldly.  "What are you doing here ?"

   "Oh.  This Admi here is Tudu.  He sometimes does some work in our
house."

   "Yes, I see that!  And I see what work he does!  How could you do this,
and that too with one of these dirty Kalloo (blackie) Shudra Nokars
(servants) ?  Wait till I tell Papa what shameful things you do !"

   "Now listen here, chhoti bacchi (little girl-child) !" said Benazir. 
"You are too young, that is why you don't understand these things.  Aryan
Lullis (penises) are too small to pleasure a real woman like me.  Only a
Shudra Zubb can fill me up and satisfy me.  That is why I have to use a big
Shudra one, like this!" So saying, Benazir quickly climbed off the Shudra
man and sat on his side, exposing Tudu's massive black Dravidian erection.

   It was only then that Ruxana saw the true gigantic size of Tudu's
awesome black Shudra penis.  Instantly, her outburst stopped as she gawked
in total awe at the oversized Dravidian behemoth.  It was gigantic, and she
felt it did not appear to belong to an Admi (man).  Being a traditional
'. locality, the girls were expected to be virgins and hence only
engaged in anal intercourse before marriage, so as to preserve virginity
and avoid pregnancy.  In this manner, Ruxana had played with a few of the
local mohalla boys of her own '. community.  However, none of her Aryan
Bacha-Yars (boy-lovers) were anywhere near the size of her mother's
Dravidian Yar.  The largest '. boy she had seen to date was Rizwan, and
she had carefully measured his Zubb to be five unglees (five finger-widths,
or five inches).  Yet, even that was just half the size of the huge black
Dravidian cannon in front of her.  In fact, the abnusi (ebony) Shudra
pillar seemed a full one foot long!  And it was glistening with a mixture
of his own sweat and her Madar's vaginal juices, making it look more
threatening and imposing.  She could not believe that a penis could ever be
that big, and could do nothing but stare at the magnificent Shudra
Orat-pleaser (Woman-pleaser) in awe and shock.  And as she gawked wide-eyed
in disbelief, the innocent Punjabi girl was slowly becoming aroused at the
sight of the enormous black Dravidian male genitals.  Gradually, their
immense superiority dawned upon her as feelings of warm excitement replaced
those of surprise.

   "Tudu," Benazir said after letting Ruxana stare at his massive black
organ, "My Dukhtar (daughter) clearly has the same interests as her own
Madar.  She likes looking at your Zubb.  I think she wants to see your Big
Black Shudra Zubb more closely."

   Understanding the implicit command of the Punjabi Sahiba, Tudu smiled
and stood up slowly, turning to face the shocked young '. Dukhtar
(daughter).  After standing still for a while, he then arrogantly walked
towards the fair '. beauty with his huge black Dravidian penis bobbing
menacingly before him.  Frightened, Ruxana moved back slowly till her back
bumped against the wall and she had nowhere to hide.  Tudu slowly moved
forward till he was a mere foot in front of her.  Stopping, he stood still
and grinned as he saw the '. girl's eyes fixated upon his huge black
Shudra member.  He thoroughly enjoyed the initial few moments when an Aryan
girl saw his huge Maha Kala Shudra Lund (big black Shudra penis) for the
very first time.  The look of absolute awe and total astonishment was
something he always cherished and remembered, and for that reason he
carefully studied the Aryan girl's pretty face during the first encounter.
Indeed, these events were imbued with special spiritual significance for
Tudu, for he knew that, no matter what happened during the girl's later
life, and even if she ran away from him in shock the first time, she had
been at least partially Dravidianized.  For, she would know that the males
of her own Aryan qaum (race) were inferior when it came to penis size, and
he knew that whenever she saw an Aryan penis later on in her life, she
would compare him to his own Shudra monster.  And for precisely these
reasons he loved to show his organ to innocent Aryan girls, corrupting them
forever.

   "Tudu," Benazir said after allowing her once-innocent Dukhtar to study
her Shudra Yar's immense black phallus, "show her the power of a Dravidian
Linga."

   "Abhee Bachee ka Zamana aya!  Now eez (is) de Bachi's dime (the baby's
time)," hissed Tudu softly through his thick, slobbering Dravidian lips, in
a corrupted, Shudranized form of Punjabi.  Then he lifted his long organ
and started to fist his massive Telingana Black Snake.

   "Kya zamana ?  Time for what ?" asked Ruxana feebly.

   "Bokna ka Zamana!  Time for Sexing !  Chuso mujhe!  Suck me!" he ordered
firmly while pushing the incredibly large black supara only inches from her
mouth.

   "N-no, I cannot," she protested softly.  "P-please, leave me alone."

   The dominant Shudra man grabbed Ruxana roughly by the hair and forced
her fair delicate mouth against his huge black supara.  Ruxana was in a
state of absolute panic.  In a short while, her life would change forever.
The aggressive Telingana Black Snake slid into her fair '. mouth.

   Immediately, Ruxana could feel her white fuddi becoming moist.  She
rolled her tongue around the massive Shudra supara in her mouth.  Ruxana
also noticed the strong masculine smell emanating from the Shudra man's
black body.  This manly smell was much stronger than any of the '. boys
she had been with.  The zubb also tasted much better than the Aryan soosoos
she had tasted so far.

   With one delicate fair hand, she cupped Tudu's big bag of black
testicles, carefully studying their size and weight.  Ruxana noticed that
the Shudra testicles were much heavier than any of the Aryan testicles she
had ever felt.  In fact, one of the testicles completely filled her hand.
She estimated that each of the Dravidian testicles alone was three to four
times as large as the average Aryan testicle she had seen.  Meanwhile, with
the other dainty hand she gently masturbated him up and down his long thick
Shudra shaft.  The immense size of the shaft in her hand struck her. 
Nothing at all like Rizwan's thin little Aryan Doodool (prick) !

   With his strong black hands on his hips, the arrogant Shudra stared down
at the fair angelic '. beauty worshipping his Zubb.  He enjoyed her
unsullied lips on his zubb.  With a loud grunt, the Shudra Lund shuddered
hard in Ruxana's mouth.  A torrent of hot and potent Dravidian sperm shot
into Ruxana's eager mouth.  She nearly choked when the first blast of hot
Thook (sperm) hit her throat, but after several hard gulps she was able to
drink down all of his potent Shudra sperm.  When the giant Telingana Black
Snake was drained of its nectar, Tudu leaned down and effortlessly lifted
the pretty '. girl and carried her over to the bed.  There, he lay her
down next to her mother.  Ruxana was becoming so aroused that the urge to
put the thick Lingam into her virginal choot was almost unbearable!

   With this, Benazir started to remove her daughter's clothing.  Tudu's
penis began to stir as he drank in the unbelievable sight of the young
'. beauty's perfect Northern Iranian body!  Ruxana was definitely not
the first '. girl he had bokked, but she was definitely one of the most
beautiful.

   Ruxana shuddered while eyeing Tudu's fearsome Shudra erection, but the
need to be filled by this huge penis overtook her trepidation.  Spreading
her white legs, she offered the rough Shudra her tiny and hitherto
unsullied '. fuddi for his pleasure.  Sliding easily on top of her, he
carefully pressed his gigantic black Shudra phallus against her strained
pink opening.  Benazir gently opened her daughter's tight lips while
running Tudu's big Dravidian supara up and down the trembling girl's small
slit.  Ruxana's breathing became increasingly laboured as her mother
whispered into her ear, "Relax and enjoy."

   Turning to the Shudra man, Benazir said, "Shudra Haramzada!  Chalo! 
Chod this '. fuddi hard."

   Once the supara popped inside, Ruxana moaned, "I don't think I can take
it.  Sala, this is maderbokka huge!"

   Tudu loved to hear Aryan Zalis (bitches) plead for mercy at the hand of
his massive organ, especially fair '. girls.  However, he was intent on
converting them to the power of Shudra zubb, and Tudu slowly pushed his
muscular hips forward, driving his thick black spike further and further
into the tight '. fuddi.

   "Sala!" she gasped as she felt the Shudra Zubb penetrate far deeper than
she could ever imagine.  "His maderbokka zubb is so big, sala, it hurts so
bad!"

   Finally, the enormous black Shudra organ had fully penetrated the tight
pink Aryan '. Qoosi.  Benazir leaned forward and kissed Tudu on his
thick slobbering Shudra lips once she was accustomed to his size.  The
Shudra started to thrust in and out of her.

   "Sala, zhor chod!  I am going to orgasm all over your haramzada Shudra
zubb!" exclaimed Benazir.

   "Chod her and show her how good you Suddus can chod!" Benazir told Tudu.
Tudu loved to chod '. females, and this beauty Ruxana was quite
special.

   As he pistoned in and out of the hot little '. choot he felt his
organ growing bigger than ever before.  His popo became a battering-ram as
he pounded his black bamboo in and out of the tight little '. fuddi.

   Years of pent up frustration rolled up to the sufrace in Ruxana's wide
open fuddi!  Benazir leaned forward and casually licked her daughter's firm
nipples, driving her yet closer to climax.  Benazir fingered her own garam
fuddi as she watched her daughter being hammered by the strong Shudra man.
The contrast between her daughter's fair northern feminine '. skin,
protected from the sunlight by thick black burqas, and the Shudra man's
rough black masculine skin, was striking and highly erotic.  The sight of
the oversized black Shudra zubb stretching out the tight white '. fuddi
was driving Benazir wild as she stuck two fingers into her fuddi.  Finally,
both the Shudra and Ruxana climaxed into big orgasms of brutal intesity
which ripped through them.

   While they lay together on the Oudhi diwan in a twisted mass of arms and
legs, Benazir whispered softly to her daughter, "Now you will never feel
the same with Aryan boys again." With a knowing smile, the now changed
Ruxana nodded her head before drifting off to sleep.  The '. mother,
her daughter and the Shudra then slept on the same bed.
   THE END

[RajV]