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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. | |___________________________________________________| Title: Bhagvati Dixit in the Jungle Author: Shreemati Sumitra Balakrishnan Iyer Category: brahmini, sudra, chus, caste, murder The afternoon Telingana sun shone down on the dusty Rajahmundry path-way as a beautiful, fair-skinned girl walked along. Bhagvati Dixit, an eighteen-year old Brahmin girl, was just entering the market to purchase some sweets and vegetables. She enjoyed going to the market, not just because there were plenty of colourful toys and sweets to be purchased, but mostly due to the fact that she could meet other boys there. Strict Brahmanic shastra rules restricting the intermingling of boys and girls could not be enforced at the bazaar. She had secretly made friends with several boys at the market, with whom she would regularly sneak off into the forest and play *kharaab khel*, various `dirty games'. After roaming about the market, she reached a part of the bazaar where she had never been before. In this part were sold *jharus*, broom-sticks, and other cleaning items. The sellers in this part were themselves mostly of the sweeper and cleaner castes of Sudras, also called Harijans or Untouchables. Bhagvati noticed the frightening, black faces of the *jharu-wallas*, and quickly walked down the street, ignoring the Sudras trying to sell her broom-sticks. Caste rules normally separated the fair-skinned white and red Aryan castes from the dark-skinned black and brown Sudra castes, but since *Sudras* numbered seventy percent of the population of the Telugu country, it was only a matter of time before she would make friends with black boys. However, it was not caste prejudice which made her hurry down the path, it was just that she wanted to make friends with boys of her own age; these men were too old. Near the end of the *Harijan* road, the voice of a young Sudra boy caught her attention. She was getting bored with her old friends from the market, and she was hoping to make a new one. Making friends with a *kala* Sudra boy had not crossed her mind, but the idea appealed to her when it did. "What does he look like when naked? How big is his *sheeshna* (cock) ?" are questions which crossed her mind as she looked at the Sudra boy calling out to her. Walking up to his make-shift shop, she struck up a conversation with him. She learned that his name was Gagan, and that he was indeed of the Harijan caste of Sudras. "Do you want to play a game?" Bhagvati asked Gagan after a while. "Yes," he replied. "Then come with me to the *jangal*," she told him. He followed her through the jungle, and after a short while they reached a clearing. "What is the game ?" "*Gheeta Pathar*, throwing pebbles," said Bhagvati. "Do you want to play ?" "*Ha!* Yes!" he replied. She picked up three pebbles from the jungle floor, handing him one, keeping one for herself and placing the third on the floor. They sat down, and started playing the game, each player aiming his or her pebble at the pebble on the ground. Gagan was however no match for Bhagvati, for she hit the pebble far more often than he did. She had practiced a lot, far more than most children in her town, and she was very good at the game. Hence she easily beat her Sudra opponent. "Now what do I do ?" asked Gagan when he had finally lost. "You have to show me your *shoo-shoo* (cock)," Bhagvati replied. "What ?" Gagan asked in surprise. "You lost the game, and so you have to show me your *shoo-shoo*," Bhagvati said. "Those are the rules. If I win, you show me your *sheeshna*, and I you win I show you my *yoni*." "What do you mean by *sheeshna* ?" asked Gagan. "The little toy you boys have between your legs and play with, and do *soo-soo* from," said Bhagwati. "Ah," said Gagan. "That is what our Sanskrit language calls it. What do you call it in your language ?" "In our Dravidian languages it is called as Lingam," replied Gagan. "Good, then you have to show me your Lingam," said Bhagwati. "No, ... I don't know," Gagan stammered in embarrassment. "If you cheat now, I will never talk to you again!" Bhagvati exclaimed. "Show me your *shoo-shoo* or we will never play again!" "*Ha, ha*, I will show it to you," Gagan replied. Standing up, he stood facing her, and his hands drifted to his waist, grasping the hem of his *lungi*. Bhagvati had never seen the *sheeshna* of a Sudra boy, and she was waiting anxiously. When he untied his lungi and let it drop to his feet, Bhagvati gasped loudly, "He Ram!" The Sudra boy's erect Lingam was longer and thicker than any boy's she had ever seen before, and it was coal black. She had played *kharab khel*, or dirty games, with a few boys from the bazaar before, but they were all Brahmin. Their fair red and pink penises had been four to five inches long when fully erect, while the stiff jet-black member in front of her was over seven inches long. The Dravidian Lingam was much larger than any of the Brahmana Sheeshnas she had sen. "What, your *shoo-shoo* is this big?" Bhagvati asked. "It is the biggest *shoo-shoo* I have ever seen!" she exclaimed. She took the *sheeshna* into her hands and started stroking it. Gagan gasped loudly as he felt the Brahmn girl's hands envelope his black *Sudra-Linga*. Leaning forward, she put the upper half into her mouth and started to *chato* and *chus* it, to lick and suck it. "Ahhh!" Gagan moaned, looking at the ivory-skinned Brahmin girl sucking on his big black Dravidian penis. She sucked and licked it. Fondling his heavy balls, she started to *chuso* them too. In a short while, Gagan yelled out aloud and shot her mouth full of thukm (sperm). She swallowed it like it was honey. She kept swallowing as he shot stream after stream into her mouth. Then she pulled back and looked up at him, smiling. "*Haaa*. That's good," she said and went back to get what was drooling out of the end of his *shoo-shoo*. She kept sucking him until he went soft. Then she straightened up and grinned. "You liked that ?" he asked. "Yes," she said. and squeezed his soft *linga*. "Could I see your *puddi*?" he asked hopefully. "Only if you beat me in the next game of *Gheeta Pathar*, throwing pebbles," she replied. "*Thik hai*, okay," he replied. They sat down on the jungle floor, and played another game. Gagan lost again. "Now what do I do ?" "You have to take your clothes off and lie down on those leaves over there. Then you have to play with your *shoo-shoo* for me," she explained. Gagan quickly stripped off his *lungi*, lay down naked on his back, and started to play with his penis. It grew to its full size as he stroked it. "He Ram, what a *shoo-shoo*! I have to have it in my *puddi*!" Bhagvati exclaimed as she stripped off her upper shirt and dropped her shalwar trousers to her feet. She stood there naked in front of him. "*He Shiva*. I have never seen a *gori puddi* before," he said, swallowing hard. She kicked her shalwar trousers away from her feet and straddled him. She squatted and sank his black *Sudra-linga* into her *Gori Brahmini Yoni*, her white Brahmin vagina. "*Salu*, Brother!" Gagan cried. "Ha, *salu*, let me get all of that wonderful *Sudra-lingu* inside of me!" she said and started bouncing up and down on him. Gagan's Sudra Lingam was much larger than any other boy who had *chod* her. It was going deep into her belly, far deeper than any of the Brahmin boys had gone, and she loved it. Gagan thurst his hips up at her. They both yelled and orgasmed together. She fell forward on top of him. Gagan went soft. After getting dressed, they parted ways. They met at that spot every day. She would suck his penis and then *chod* him. She liked *chodding* Gagan a lot better than her Brahmin friends. Soon, she was playing bad games with other Sudra boys and stopped playing with the Aryan boys altogether. The *Sudra-lingas* were much longer and thicker than the *Arya-lingas*, and much longer-lasting too. The other Aryan boys noticed that she was only playing with Sudra boys, and became jealous that one of their girls was betraying them. One of her jealous older Aryan friends complained to her father about her deeds. The conservative hamlet they lived in frowned on Aryan girls and Telugu Sudra boys being friends, more so if the girl belonged to the highest Brahmin caste and the boy to the lowest Sudra caste. The next day, she met Gagan as usual. She sucked his *shoo-shoo* and drank down his sperm. Then she did *gamana* with him. She was lying on his chest in the aftermath of a beautiful orgasm, embracing his coal-black body with her white arms and legs. Then they both heard a noise. They looked up and she immediately screamed. Her father Prasad was standing behind them with a Portuguese pistol in his hand. Gagan pushed her off and got up, starting to run away. Prasad took aim and shot him in the back. Bhagvati covered her face and screamed. Prasad walked over to where Gagan was lying. "*Kala bandar*! Black monkey! That will teach you to *chod* my daughter, you *mahalund maderchod*, you big-cock motherfucker!" he cursed, spitting on the wounded Sudra boy lying on the floor. Bhagvati looked up to see Prasad shoot Gagan in the back of the head. Shocked, she got up and ran at him. "You *sur*, you pig, you!" she screamed as she tried to hit him. Prasad hit her hard before she could do anything and she fell to the ground, stunned. He pulled her to her feet. She cowed away from him thinking he was going to hit her again. "You *kutti*! Bitch! Here, you are, *chodding* a beastly *Sudra* black! I should kill you too," he said and smacked her across the face. She fell to the ground, face down. Rolling over, she looked at him. Prasad was stunned by the hate in her eyes. "*Sur-ka-baccha*! Son of a pig!" she yelled. "*Chhup, haramjadi*! Shut up, you whore! Stop using those slang words! Stop, or I will kill you," he shouted back. "*Gandu* ! Ass-hole!" she screamed. Prasad hit her in the face with his fist and she fell back, almost unconcious. He pulled her up and slapped her face. "You didn't have to kill him," she wailed, fearing another blow. "We are not Muslims, that we offer our women to *kalus*. In our *Arya dharma*, we kill those blacks who dare touch our women! Now, be quiet and put your clothes on. Stay here with your *Kallu Sudra* and I will be back," he replied. Prasad returned in a short while with a shovel. "I am going to bury the *Kalloo Maderchod*," he said. Prasad was exceptionally calm. He knew that killing a Sudra was not a crime in his locality, especially if that Sudra had intercourse with a Brahmin woman. But still he wanted to keep this a secret. The main reason was that he would have to ostracize his daughter from the Brahmin mohalla, which he did not want to do. Moreover, he was apprehensive of Sudra retaliation from *dacoits* and *Adivasis*, He pulled Bhagvati up. "Don't tell anybody about this, otherwise I will kill you too," he threatened. He then went off into the bushes and she could hear him digging. He came back and grabbed Gagan's feet, dragging him to the grave. She peeked through the bush and watched as he rolled Gagan's body into the hole. He then started throwing dirt on top of the body. After this, he grabbed her hand and pulled her back to the clearing where she had *chod* with Gagan. Shoving her onto her knees in front of him, he pulled off his lungi and moved his sacred thread to the side. Shaking his red five-inch Brahmin penis, he commanded her, "*Chus mujhe*, suck me now!" She moved her head back and shook it from side to side. "Don't say no, bitch! You *chus* and *chod* with Sudra *haramjadas*, but refuse to *chus* me, your own Brahmin father! Brahmin girls are meant to *chus* Brahmin *lingu*s, not *kale bandari lingu*s, not black monkey-cocks!" he shouted. "Now suck!" Scared to death, she grabbed hold of his penis and wrapped her fingers around it. Stroking it, he started to moan and groan. After a while, he pulled back and said, "Now, lie down over there, where you *chod* that Sudra *maderchod* and spread your legs." "No, you *Gandu*! I won't! I'm not going to let you *chod* me!" she shouted. "*Veshya* Whore! Are you a Mughal bitch that you only *chod* with *Kalus*? Those Muslim whores worship a black Shiva *lingu* at Mecca, that is why they open their legs only for blackies. If you are like those Muslim bitches, tell me, and I'll kill you right now! Let me *chod* you like a good Aryan girl, and I will not kill you," he screamed. She was scared but she crawled onto the leaves. Lying back, she opened her legs. Sitting down between her thighs, he bent down towards her *puddi* and studied it very closely. He then dipped one finger into it, then two and finally three. "*Kutti!* Bitch! Those *Sudras* stretched your *puddi* a little with their *maderchod-lingus*, using their motherfucking cocks. Anyway, you are still tight enough for me," her father reasoned. She felt the head of his penis touch her vagina. He leaned forwards on his elbows, and then shoved himself into her hard, burying his *lingu* into her. He lifted his hips up, and then rammed himself in again. He *chod* her, pumping his *shoo-shoo* into her again and again. She felt his sperm spraying into her as she also orgasmed. Exhausted, he sat onto his knees, his deflating reddish penis slowly emerging from her sweaty *puddi*. A few months after that, Prasad had married her off to another Brahmin boy. She had two children with her husband. But she found that, after having adjusted to the larger size of the Sudra Lingams from before her marriage, she could not obtain sexual satisfaction from her husband's short Brahmana Sheeshna. Hence, when her husband was away, she would go back to the forests and *chod* her Sudra friends. If she is still in this world, she must be doing it now. If so, you can walk through the jungles near Rajahmundry where you will hear a groan and scream. If you follow those moans, you will find her, sitting on a big *kala Sudra-lingam*, because she prefers to be on top, and she always wins at *Geetha Pathar*. ######################################################################## THE END ########################################################################