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The Dravidianization of Mirza's Bibi
Author: Pundit Pranab Barpande
During my visit to Oudh I came to know a strange tale of a local Muslim household. This mahal was
headed by Mirza Qasim Beg, but everybody just called him Mirza. Mirza was employed by the local
government . His Bibi Seema was very pretty, but because of purdah I could never see her face, only
her curvy body, which was often visible through her tight shalwar kameez. I met Mirza at the local
bazaar, and it seems he spent a lot of time there. I wondered why he was there so regularly, even when
it seemed like he was doing nothing. Whenever I asked him, he never told me. But after some time he
finally told me his story.
One day Mirza had left for work in the morning, but had to return in the middle of the day to pick up
some papers. Instead of going through the front door, he walked around the mahal and as he pased the
master bedroom window he suddenly heard some noises from within. Now, in most houses in Oudh and the
rest of Hind, the window openings were protected by steel bars and curtains formed the windows. The
curtains were closed and hence he could not see into the room, but as he moved closer he could hear
his Bibi Seema's voice. To his dismay, he could hear some deep male voice as well.
Curious, he slowly pushed the corner of the curtain aside. The sight inside the room made his heart
pound: there was his lovely Bibi Seema, her nangi Gumbad at the edge of the bed, her white legs held
up and spread wide apart by a nanga Shudra Goonda, half standing and half leaning over her. The Shudra
Goonda had his back to the window and Mirza had a clear view of his gigantic Kala Nara sliding in and
out of his Bibi's stretched Safedi Kussi.
As the man turned his head slightly to the side, Mirza noticed that he did not know the Shudra, but
he seemed to be one of the stout Shudra Goondas kept by the zamindars (landowners) and anjumans
(organizations) as guards and bullies. Due to the absence of any caste restrictions in Islam, and the
superior physical strength of the Shudras, Shudra males were used in Islamic society wherever physical
labour was involved. Unfortunately for the ordinary Muslim males like Mirza, the superior musculature
of the Shudras meant that the Shudra male love muscle was also larger and stronger than in the Aryan
races. Naturally, as Mirza had found to his own great shame, this particular anatomical feature posed
an incredible temptation for the Muslim Bibis.
To Mirza's shame, Seema was obviously participating willingly, yes, she was clearly enjoying the
Shudra's ministrations. The Goonda's Kala Zubb was glistening with her Kussi juices as he worked her
with long and poewrful strokes. Her pink Aryan Muslim Kussi lips clung lovingly to that big Kala Gurz
as the Goonda pulled back. The large Kinaaf ridge became visible with each outward thrust. With just
the tip of that Kala Kinaaf clasped between her pure pink lips he would hold himself still for a while
until Seema would plead for him to "put it back into her".
Then, with a triumphant laugh he would piston back into her to the root of his Dravidian Zubb, his
belly slapping against the delicate underside of her white Muslim thighs and his big black Khags
slapping against her pink Aryan Koon. Each time his body smashed into her, the Bibi moaned in
pleasure.
Their bodies were wet with sweat as they bokked with abandon. They were oblivious to Mirza watching
them from a few feet away. His first impulse had been to barge in and make them stop. But he was
rooted to the spot, watching their copulatoin with a sinking heart. Like many Muslim men, he was in
awe of Shudra masculinity, and was intimidated by the muscular Shudra Goonda.
His own much smaller, five angosht (inch) Aryan Zubb was fully erect. It was pressing against his
pyjamas. Then he heard him speak.
"Mem-Sahib, do you want me to stop ?" asked the Shudra.
"No, please don't," moaned Seema Bibi.
"Then beg me."
"Please, chod (fuck) me. Never stop," Mirza heard her whisper. "I lie awake at night, unable
to sleep, wishing it was morning and you will be here with me! Your Zubb is so wonderful. I
will never want to be without you again."
"Tell me, Harazadi, if you would rather be stretched around my Shudra Zubb or your Showhar's Aryan
Zubb ?"
"You, only you," she whimpered. "You fill me so deep and so completely. He does not even go half way
inside." By Allah, I felt so low and inferior when she told him that.
"Haramzadi!" he snapped.
"I love the feeling of your garm Thukm shooting into me." she said.
"You might have my Harazada Kala Shudra Bacha," he said.
"I know. I don't care. Just do not stop," she said, wrapping her white legs around his waist, her
pretty feet firmly pressed against his muscular buttocks, trying to pull him deeper into her.
Mirza could not stand it any longer. He dropped the curtain back and quietly crept back around the
mahal, and back onto the road. Walking aimlessly around the bazaar, he waited until it was his usual
time to return. Whenever he would come home early from office, he would hence wander in the bazaar, so
as not to accidentally meet his Bibi's Shudra Goonda. I think he was scared of being beaten by the
Shudra Goonda, and would not dare disturb them. That was why he spent so much time at the bazaar!
The End.