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Like most Bengali Owrats (women), she is somewhat independant and head-strong. I think that this is because our Bengali Owrats have very large Pods (buttocks) and are hence naturally more dominant. But there is another reason, which I came to know later. However, it is in the last year that she transformed from the normally independant-minded Bengali Bibi became totally dominant and controlling Bengali Begum. And she did this in a slow, calculated manner which, even now, astonishes me. Out of curiousity, I often spied on my Madar, especially when she was spending some quiet time with Papa. This always took place behind a closed darwaza, as they wanted to keep their personal life hidden from me, in typical Bengali fashion. But I could hear everything through the darwazas, and could see what was happening through the joints with the wall, which left a large gap. That was one of the reasons I was happy that my Papa was just a Bengali Baboo, who could not afford a large spacious house with full privacy. Hence, I often saw them make love, which made me very garm. I really enjoyed seeing Papa stick his hard four-anguli (inch) Bengali Baboo Zoobi into my Madar's tight rosy Fuddi. This always made my own Bengali Baboo Zoobi, which was very similar to my Papa's both in terms of size and colour, very hard. Now, at the same time I noticed that my Madar was going to the bazaar more often, or so she told Papa and me. One day I did not go to my school. My Madar came back after going to the bazaar and then she took Papa to the bedroom. Curious, I followed them and stayed outside the room. Fortunately, that day she was a bit careless, on account of being somewhat excited, and forgot to close the darwaza and I had a clear view of what happened inside. "I went to the wrestling grounds today," hissed my Madar as she kissed papa. So that is where she always went, I wondered. "Oh," said Papa as she untied his pyjama-string and took out his soft fair Bengali Baboo Zoobi. When quiescent, Papa's Zoobi was only the size of a thumb and had the colour of honey. Being so small, my Madar could only stroke it with her thumb and forefinger, which is what she did. "You know, almost all of the fighters are big black Malabari wrestlers or Telinga soldiers," she said. Papa did not say anything, but stoically remained still, even as Madar continued to massage his genitals. "Those Shudras are so big, strong and Kalo (black)," she said. "Haramzadas (bastards)," Papa cursed and groaned. Madar continued to stroke his Zoobi, Strangely, despite what he said, Papa's Bengali Baboo Zoobi grew harder. There was some silence as Madar stroked him. "You know, some of the other Bibis who go to the wrestling grounds make friends with the big Kalo Malabari wrestlers," she then said. "Haramzadis," Papa cursed again. By now his Bengali Baboo Lund had grown to its full four angulis (inches) in size and was totally hard. In this state, it also changed its colour to a darkish pink. "You know some of the other Bibis who have been with the Malabaris say that they are better than you Bengali Baboos," Madar hissed as she stared Papa cruelly in the face. Papa groaned loudly. Then, lowering her voice, she whispered, "They say those Shudra men have Zoobis that are big and black. They say an Aryan Zoobi does not compare." When Madar said that about the bigger penis size of the Shudras, Papa grunted loudly and ejaculated. Madar held his hard Safed Lund as he spurted his Thook into the air and onto her hands. When he was done, she wiped her hand on his pyjamas nearby. He watched her do it but said nothing. "Try and make your Lund big and Kalo like a Shudra one," said my Madar as she stood up. Over the next few fortnights, I noticed that Papa became more and more irritated. This was because he no doubt shared the same fears as me. Namely, whether the woman of our household, his Bibi and my Madar, was sexing the muscular black Malabari Shudra wrestlers. During their love-making sessions I observed that he became more submissive towards her. He even asked her not to cheat him with a Dravidian man. "Please, Rani, don't start mating with those Kalloo Shudras," I heard Papa beg her repeatedly. To this she never replied anything, but just smiled. Sometimes, she said, "Then you will have to make yours big and Kalo like a Shudra one." At the same time, she started making him do more and more submissive things, like kiss her feet and clean her fair anus and buttocks, before granting him the privilege of enjoying her. But the more Papa submitted, the more dominant she became. Soon, I saw her start to deny him access to her. Instead, she resorted to just stroking him off, like I had seen on the first day I heard her talk to him about the Malabaris. His typical Bengali Baboo attitude of meek acceptance only served to embolden my Madar further, and encourage her to degrade him further. One day she came home from the wrestling ground with one of the Malabari wrestlers. And what a man he was. Wearing only a tight wresting-shorts which barely covered his genitals, his entire black Shudra muscle-body was visible. Being much taller than average, this Dravidian God was almost as wide as our front darwaza and had to turn aside to enter. His strong black muscle-arms were as thick as our thighs. The rough thick neck and wide shoulders were like those of a Tamil buffalo. His black face was scary, with his broad nose and thick lips making him like a demon. This Kalo Shudra muscle-man could have easily defeated ten of us fair Bengali Baboos. In short, he was like an incarnation of Ravana, the King of Lanka. I had always been scared of the black Shudra Goondas, so seeing a big black Malabari warrior was even more intimidating. And he was having an even more powerful effect on my Papa. I could see the look of intense fear on his intimidated face. He was speechless, and even when he managed to talk, he could only croak in the presence of the dreadful Shudra. "Please, Rani," he croaked. "I have given you enough time to make your Zoobi bigger," she replied. "Tonight your time is up." I could see Papa's look of shock on his face. Like a typical Bengali Baboo, he did not put up any resistance. Then, Papa quickly tried to shoo me away back to my room, so that I did not see what was happening. Having been raised in my traditional Bengali Baboo family, I knew that Papa was applying a well accepted principle: If something embarassing happens, then at least let it happen in secret. This was the tradional principle employed in Bengali Baboo families. After taking me to my room and closing my darwaza, I again opened it and saw my Papa retreat to his study-room. He was the true Bengali Baboo, ingoring any untoward incident. Papa did not do anything to throw the Malabari out. I don't blame Papa. I would never have resisted one of those scary black Shudras either. As the study room was right next to mine, I dared not go out. I could hear him read some books on a kursi. Meanwhile, my Madar was not wasting any time with the Malabari. I heard the bedroom darwaza close and then I could hear the sounds of giggling and loud laughing. There was some silence and then I heard my Madar exclaim loudly in surprise. I guessed that must have been her reaction to seeing the Malabari wrestler's big black Shudra Zoobi for the first time. This was followed by some more silence and then I heard some loud groans and grunts emanate through the darwaza of their bedroom. "Stop all those sounds," I heard Papa say aloud from the room next to mine, to nobody in particular. "Let me do my work !" But he dared not raise his voice so that they could hear it. As the grunts and groans of the beastly copulation between my white-skinned Aryan Bengali Madar and that ugly black-skinned super-masculine Dravidian wrestler continued to flood my ears, my own short Bengali Baboo Lund inadvertently became hard. I was so ashamed of myself. Here was my Madar, brazenly cheating on her Showhar and me, her sweet Bacha (child), and I was becoming excited. Then I heard my Papa get up in the nearby study room as his kursi moved. Slowly I heard his darwaza open. After a while I opened my own darwaza, wondering what Papa was doing. Was he planning some kind of revenge when they were in the act ? As I peered outside my room, I saw that Papa was not about to undertake some act of Jihadi heroism or Jangi bravery. Instead, he was doing what would be expected of a typical Bengali Baboo. Papa was standing quietly outside his bedroom, looking through the crack in the darwaza along the wall. It was the same crack I had used to watch my parents. At the same time, he was pathetically stroking his short fair Aryan Benglai Zoobi. He looked so pathetic and idiotic, standing there, watching his own Bibi being conquered by a Malabari Kalloo. But at the same time I felt better for having become erect earlier. The fact that my Papa was masturbating to the same things I had heard made it feel so much more natural. I watched him climax. Then he cleaned up his Thook (sperm) using his sherwani. I quickly closed my darwaza when he turned towards this side of the hall. With that he retreated to the study room and I heard him climb onto the divan. The sounds of copulation still emanated from the bedroom. That Malabari Shudra definitely had great stamina, because these sounds only lasted a short while when my parents made love. Meanwhile I heard the sounds of snoring emanating from the study room next to mine. Knowing that it was safe, I decided to peer through the crack in the bedroom darwaza. Slowly crouching out, I reached the point. Deciding to follow my Papa's example, I peered inside. Madar had not exaggerated. Indeed, she had been too modest. Those Shudras are like Dravidian Gods compared to us. They clearly outclass us in all aspects of masculinity. And especially in terms of penis size. Those Malabari wrestlers really had huge black Lunds which made our puny fair Aryan soo-soos look like useless toys. Seeing that Dravidian God mate with my Madar was a highly exciting experience. Seeing that huge black one-foot long Malabari Shudra Zoobi go up my Madar's rosy pink Aryan Bengali Fuddi (vagina) was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. I stroked my own short four-anguli Aryan Bengali Zoobi as it became harder than ever before. The fact that it was the same Bacha-dan (birth channel) through which I had, long ago on my birth-day, myself come out and seen the world perhaps made it that much more humiliating and degrading. When she wrapped her legs around his muscular bull-like back and embraced him with her dainty hands, it was too much for me to take and I ejaculated. Once I was done, I returned to my room and, like my father before me, fell asleep. The next morning the Malabari left. And from that day onwards, my Madar became the ruler of the household. Newly dominant, she aggressively asserted control. From that day on, she totally dominates Papa, and also became more assertive with me. The nights when her Shudra Yar does not come, she shares her bed with Papa but refuses herself to him, only deigning to stroke him off if he is very good to her in bed. Papa has to perform Pa-bos (foot-sucking) for her for a long time before she grants him that privilege. And when the Malabari comes over, she kicks Papa out of the room, and he sleeps in the same study room. The End