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Please read these before | | proceeding below. | |_____________________________________________| ---------------------------------------------------- | No Copyright: I, the creator of this work, hereby | | release it into the public domain. This applies | | worldwide. Further, I grant any entity the right | | to use this work for any purpose, without any | | conditions. Distribute Freely. | |___________________________________________________| Tale of My Daya Ghazala by Pundit Pranab Barpande I grew up in a Brahmin family of Braj. My Madar was searching for a Daya (wet-nurse, nanny) to take care of me and lessen her burden. She sent word to the procuress, an old hag who performed such duties in our mohalla. Several candidates came, but my Madar rejected all of them. I could sense that Madar was jealous of them all, and was afraid that one of them might try to seduce my Papa. This I knew because she always asked them how she could be sure that her Showhar would be safe from their seductions. None of them gave her a satisfactory answer. Then one day, Ghazala Banu, an Oudhi Muslim female came to our mahal. She was very beautiful, so I keenly watched as my Madar interviewed her. She asked her about her family, and Ghazala said she lived with her parents in the Ashrafi Muslim mohalla to the north of the Shahr. When asked about her marriage, she said that she was not interested in marrying. "You are still unmarried. I am worried you might try to steal my Showhar. I want to be sure you don't try to seduce my Showhar (husband)," said my Madar. At this Ghazala Banu laughed. "You don't have to worry about me. I only have Kalloo Yars (black lovers)." My Madar was somewhat taken aback. "But why ?" she asked, puzzled. "Because of the size of their Lunds. I will never go after your Showhar - I don't like Safedoos (whitey men) because their Lunds are too small," she said. At the time, I did not really udnerstand what Ghazala said. My Madar was taken aback, but then seemed happy with her response. "Of course," she said, trying to pretend that she already knew what Ghazala Banu told her. "That sounds very good. But remember, don't bring your Kalloo Yar to our mahal. Our Brahmin caste system of Manu forbids Shudra men from even entering our mahal." "I promise that," replied Ghazala. I did not really comprehend what had passed. I was just happy that this beautiful Oudhi Aryan girl would be my Daya (nanny). So Ghazala started work. On the second day, she helped me take off my pyjamas before I went to have a bath. When she saw my Pandoo Lund (Brahmin penis), she was astonished. "Sala! I heard you Brahmin boys were small, but that is pathetic !" she exclaimed. I did not know what she meant, but I could see she was staring in disbelief at my Soo-soo (pisser). I looked down. As usual, my Soo-soo was flaccid, and in that state it was barely larger than a pebble, being shorter than one anguli (inch). I had never really thought about the size of my Soo-soo (pisser), but what Ghazala said made me feel conscious. "Why Ghazala, is something wrong with my Soo-soo ?" I asked. "Is something wrong ? You are even smaller than our Safedoo Ashrafi Musulman boys," she observed. "You should at least become circumcised. That is like pruning a small tree to make it bigger. Then your Pandoo Lund will grow bigger, like our Muslim boys. Oh, and you should have nice meat too." Well, that made me definitely feel small. "You Brahmin boys are lucky you have your caste system. Otherwise, your Brahmin females would leave you for those Shudra men, just like us Muslim girls have left our boys for those Dravidian Gods." she said. With that she shooed me away into the bathroom, where she bathed me. I really enjoyed when she soaped my Soo-soo. To show her how much I enjoyed it, my fair Brahmin Soo-soo grew to its full three angulis in erection. But she only laughed when she saw it, and called me a naughty boy for becoming garm near her. A few fortnights passed like this. Then one day my parents had to go to Maharashtra, the stronghold of our Brahmin caste, for puja for a season. On the first day they had gone, Ghazala came by and asked me where they were. When I told her they had gone for a whole season, she was very happy. She quickly left. A short while later she returned, accompanied by a massively muscled Kala Shudra Goonda (black Shudra goon). Now, my parents forbade any Shudras from entering our mahal. So Ghazala Banu had broken a very strict rule. I wondered what Mader and Papa would think if they knew what she did. "Ghazala Banu, who is that ?" I asked in astonishment. "He is my Yar (lover, friend)," she said. "He will help me give you a bath." "But Ghazala, he is a Kalloo !" I exclaimed. "Those Shudras are not allowed in our Brahmin house !" "Don't worry, your parents won't know," she replied calmly. "Now come, let us go to the bath-room for a bath," she told me playfully. In the bathroom, she took off my clothes. When she and the Shudra Goonda saw my genitals, they both smiled. She pushed me into the basin. Then she stripped off her shalwar kameez and joined me, totally nangoo in the bath. I was so excited, because I had never seen her nangoo. Seeing her beautiful white body totally nangoo made my white Brahmin Soo-soo grow to its full three angulis in length. Grabbing hold of my erect Lund, she turned me towards the Goonda. "See, this is what I told you about," she said as she showed him my Lund. I was proud that she was showing me to her Yar. "These Brahmin boys are even smaller than our Oudhi boys." Well, when she said that I didn't feel too happy, although I did not fully understand what she meant. "Don't you dare stick that into my Aurat," said the Goonda with a broad smile on his face. "Dont' worry, I wouldn't even feel it if he did," joked Ghazala. They both laughed. With that Ghazala asked me, "Have you ever seen a Telingana Black Snake ?" "No," I replied. "Velmurugan has brought one for you. See here," she said. Velmurugan came towards the bath and then Ghazala started to pull out something from his pyjamas. With that she fished out a scray huge black snake, and waved it at me. Its eyes were large, and its forked red Zaban (tongue) threateningly slithered in and out. "See, this snake might bite you !" she exclaimed. I was shocked and scared at the size of the snake and its tongue. I moved back, falling into the water. They both had a hearty laugh as I fell. "Don't worry, it is not a snake !" she exclaimed. Then Ghazala pulled down Velmurugan's pyjamas, and I found that the snake was attached to his body. With that she rubbed on the snake's eyes, which disappeared ! Then she pulled at the snake's Zaban, which turned out to be a red string stuck into the snake's mouth ! When she was done I recognized the shape of the organ she held - it was not a big black snake, but a huge black Doodool (prick)! That was when I realized it was not a snake, but his Soo-soo ! The eyes had been painted onto the Topi (glans), using white paint, while the red string had been inserted into the Pishab-Chedh (piss-hole), so as to give it the appearance of a snake. "See the look on his face !" said Ghazala and they both laughed again. Amazed, I stared at the Shudra Goonda's big black Dravidian Lund, not believing it was real. What an enormous Soo-soo it was ! That Shudra Goonda's big Kala Soo-soo was more than one qadam (foot) long ! For a while I could not believe that a boy's soo-soo could be so big. It was four times as long as mine, and more than three times as thick. I swear by the Manu-Smrti that ten of my own short fair Brahmin Lunds would have easily fit into his big black Shudra Goonda Lund. "In our mohalla, we call a Shudra man's Lund as a Telingana Black Snake or as a Malabar Black Snake. And the Lund of an Aryan boy is called a Ganga worm or an Oudh worm," she said. With that Velmurugan stepped into the pool and joined Ghazala and me in te bath-tub. His heavy black Shudra Lund swung menacingly sideways as he stepped into the pool. Ghazala toyed with him for a while. Then Ghazala soaped his muscular black body. She spent quite a lot of time soaping his big Kala Soo-soo, so that it became elongated and much harder. "In our mohalla all our Musulman boys want a big Kala Shudra Lund like this. You want your Soo-soo to become big and Kala like this when you grow up too ?" Ghazala asked me slyly. "Yes, my Daya, I would very much want that," I said. "Well, then. The Safedoo boys in our mohalla have learned a trick which helps their Lunds to grow bigger and darker. You want to use that trick, so that beautiful girls like me will like you ?" "Yes," I said. I really wanted my Soo-soo to grow big and Kala, like that Shudra Goonda's one, so that beautiful fair Oudhi girls like Ghazala would worship it. "Then come here and chuso it," she said. "Chusoing it will help make yours bigger." I hesitated for a while, surprised at her suggestion. But then I was convinced by her arguments, I moved over and started to chuso it. She giggled as I did so. I sucked up and down that big black Shudra Lund. I felt his big Kala Shudra Goonda Nara harden inside my mouth. Then Ghazala stood up and sat down onto Velmurugan's lap. As she did so, Velmurugan's big black Shudra Lund slowly slid into Ghazala's tight pink Aryan Musulmani Fuddi. I had never seen intercourse before, let alone between a delicate feminine Aryan female and a super-masculine Shudra man. So this was very exciting for me. She then moved up and down on his lap, moaning loudly. Her fair white Oudhi Aryan complexion contrasted sharply with Velmurugan's pitch-black Shudra Dravidian complexion. She then moved up and down, impaled upon Velmurugan's big black Dravidian Nara. After they climaxed together, they moved out. They continued these activities through the rest of the day, this time in my parents' marriage bed. Each time he climaxed in her, she made me chuso her Fuddi, saying that it would help my short Brahmin Lund grow bigger. Finally, when darkness set in, Ghazala had to go back home to her parents. "Don't tell your Mama about what we did. Otherwise, I will tell your Mama that you sucked on my Shudra Yar's big Kala Soo-soo," she said. When I did not say anything, she said, "Then I will make my Shudra Yar stick his big Kala Lund up your Koon," she threatened. "I won't tell," I finally told her. "Good boy," she said, patting my head. The both left. This continued in like manner for some more times. My Madar threw out Ghazala for some minor issue later on. I now know that some of the things I did that day definitely would have led to me losing my caste, had they become more widely known. And my Brahmin Lund did grow somewhat bigger, but is still only five angulis. But I will never forget the times we spent together. Especially because I have a severe case of Shudra penis envy which she gave me. And the only way I can have an erection now is to see a big black Dravidian Lund going up a Safedi Musulmani Fuddi. The End