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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 
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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. 
 
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		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. 
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		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. 
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		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 
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		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 
(college) 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. 
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