Misc. Erotica Cumback Part 1 & 2 By Novelist Casanova (COMPLETED)

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To be continued..

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As I began kissing my wife’s lips back, removing my wife’s Maroon Color Saree, my wife’s Black Color Blouse, my wife’s Black color Petticoat, my wife’s White Bra, and My wife’s Brown Panties, and got my wife naked, and I was getting naked to make love to my wife, the Telephone started ringing.  My Wife, who was completely naked with just golden earrings to her ears with small Jimikkis attached to it; a small diamond nose stud to her nose; with a Manjal Thali (Mangalsutra in Yellow Thread), which I tied at the small Amman Temple right next to the waterfall, where Driver Balu, tricked my dumb wife when she was a student, removed my wife’s White Bra and Maroon Color panties and nicely enjoyed my wife’s virgin pussy, and cunningly took away my wife’s Virginity, which I still regret.  It did not hurt when Driver Balu was enjoying my wife’s teenage body inch by inch; inserting his hand underneath my wife’s skirt; removing my wife’s shirt buttons and feasting his eyes all over my teenage wife’s tender boobs over her tender body; enjoying tricking and removing my dumb wife’s shirt and skirt and even cunningly removing my wife’s White Bra and Maroon Color Panties; enjoying himself kissing my dumb wife’s lips, and enjoying making love to my wife’s virgin pussy and cumming inside her pussy; it did not hurt me one bit when he was enjoying my wife’s pussy, in fact, I was shamelessly enjoying myself like watching a Porn where a Beautiful Teenage Girl getting deflowered and virginity stolen by an Ugly middle age guy.  Even after Driver Balu came inside my wife’s pussy teenage pussy, and was kissing my wife’s lips, my mind was asking for more and more action and was hoping that Driver Balu had stamina and destroy my wife’s pussy; but after my wife started crying and told me that she was saving herself for me and that she wanted me to take her Virginity not some other guy, it hurt me, but to move on from the incident I quickly tied the Manjal Thaali (Mangalsutra), that was around Goddess Amman’s neck, and married my wife; the Gold Chain my naked wife was wearing next to her Thaali (Mangalsutra) was gifted by Dayalan’s best friend Ramagopalan, who had my wife’s pussy at his Resort in Pondicherry at my mom and Dayalan’s Party.  Having an extremely satisfying feeling having enjoying my wife’s pussy, he kissed my wife’s lips and wore this Gold Chain around my wife’s neck, thanking her for her pussy, which my wife accepted happily promising him that he can have her pussy another time as well; the Gold Waist Chain my naked wife was wearing around her waist was gifted by Dayalan himself after enjoying my wife’s pussy the moment we stepped into Canada.  Apart from the golden earrings, diamond nose stud, Manjal Thaali(Mangalsutra), Gold Chain next to the Manjal Thaali(Mangalsuatra), and a Waist Chain around her waist, she was wearing two expensive gold rings Dayalan himself wore her after he took my wife on a personal honeymoon when me and my mom were in India. On his small Digital Camera, he had taken pictures of my wife in her Bikini on the Beach, pictures of my wife sleeping naked in bed with her pussy flowing with his Semen, pictures of my wife with his cock inside her mouth.  The more shocking pictures were the 10 pictures;

1. Picture of my wife, hugging an ugly African Guy in her White Bikini, and he was kissing my wife’s lips.
   
2. Picture of my wife, where the ugly African Guy was grabbing my wife’s boobs from behind over her White Bikini Top, and biting her neck from behind.
   
3. Picture of my wife where the ugly African guy is kneeling down and hugging my wife’s ass cheek over her White Bikini Bottom with his left arm around, placing his right hand on her inner thighs and kissing my wife’s deep navel.
   
4. Picture of my wife where the ugly African had already removed my wife’s Bikini Tops and made her half naked and was grabbing my wife’s ass over her White Bikini Bottoms and was enjoying himself sucking my wife’s boobs, and Dayalan was standing next to my wife and holding my wife’s face and kissing her lips.
   
5. Picture of my wife where the ugly African had already gotten my wife naked and had spread my wife’s legs apart and was eating my wife’s pussy, and my wife, with tears all over her cheeks holding the African man’s head. 
   
6. Picture of my wife where the ugly African had made my wife bent over and trying to insert his tongue inside my wife’s asshole.
   
7. Picture of my wife where the ugly African naked and sleeping on top of my naked wife, hugging her completely, and my wife was joining her hands and begging Dayalan to Stop.
   
8. Picture of my wife where my wife was naked and struggling to walk with her hands on her pussy, and the ugly African was laughing at her with his huge mouth and teeth.
   
9. Picture of my wife where the ugly African was hugging my naked wife in the Shower and my wife, though was hugging him back, was still crying.
   
10. Picture of my wife where the ugly African was hugging my naked wife in the Shower and kissing my wife’s lips.
    

Though I wanted to find that African and fight him if I found him, one night when my my wife had stayed in her friend’s house, I started watching all this pictures on my Desktop, and instead of feeling angry, I started feeling horny and started jerking off to all these pictures where the ugly African hugs my wife in her White Bikini and enjoys himself kissing her lips, grabs my wife’s boobs from behind and bites her neck, grabs my wife’s ass cheeks over her White Bikini Bottom and sucks her boobs, gets my wife naked and eats her pussy and asshole, enjoys my wife’s pussy while she crying in pain begging Dayalan to make the African Stop, laughs at my wife who struggles to walk after taking his cock inside her, hugging my wife naked in the shower, and kissing my naked wife’s lips in the shower.  I still have these Pictures secretly saved on my Desktop and jerk off to them every time my wife is away. Apart from the golden earrings, diamond nose stud, Manjal Thaali(Mangalsutra), Gold Chain next to the Manjal Thaali(Mangalsuatra), and a Waist Chain around her waist, she was wearing two expensive gold rings, she was wearing silver anklets on her feet, which were gifted by her Cousin Ratnam. 

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Marrying cousins was a normal thing among Hindus in South India, especially in Andhra Pradesh and Tamil Nadu, more predominantly in our part of the Villages bordering Tamil Nadu and Andhra Pradesh.  Though there was water issue between our village which fell on the Tamil Nadu side and the village which fell on the Andhra Pradesh side, but they were all sorted out promptly at the Amman Temple/Ammoru Temple which was right in the middle of and Andhra Pradesh and Tamil Nadu border, which us the Tamil Nadu part of the village called it Amman Temple and the people from the Andhra Pradesh part of the village called it Ammoru Temple, and the issues were sorted out promptly at the Amman/Ammoru Temple by the Temple Priest named Satyanarayana Deekshitulu, whose words both our Village Leaders and Village Leaders from Andhra Pradesh obeyed like a command.



The leaders from the village on the Andhra Pradesh border, mostly men, in fact all were men, and the leaders from our village on the Tamil Nadu border, mostly women, in fact all were women, who were beautiful women widowed as a result of Illicit Liquor Incident where men from our village drank Moonshine(illicit Liquor) made with camphor and tobacco, and this drink contained toxic methyl alcohol, which caused the death many of our village men, including the village elders, leaving most of the women in our village as widows.


Although all these beautiful widows were victims of Zamindar, and every single woman had slept with the Zamindar for not paying the loan back, had formed a group named the “Widows Association” and had started investing in Agriculture which required plenty of water from the nearby River which was flowing from Andhra Pradesh.  Every time there was a water sharing issue between our village and village from the Andhra side, the Temple Priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu used to call the two parties for a meeting in the Temple.  The Temple Priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu used to sort out of issue between the Andhra Pradesh villager Leaders, who were all men, and our Village Leaders who were all women, not just ordinary women, the extremely beautiful ones, who were widowed and were in a Zeal and obstinate to somehow make big money and secure a better future to their children with the income through Agriculture.  The way the Temple Priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu used to sort out issues between the Andhra Pradesh village Leaders, who were all men, and our Village Leaders who were all women, were nothing short of an Orgy without alcohol.  The Temple Priest used to invite all the 10 village leaders from Andhra Pradesh, and used to offer 11 Beautiful women from our village to them in exchange for releasing water from their village

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To the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh who always had a thing for our Women, it was a treat to them and used to feast on our beautiful women and enjoy themselves making love to them.  Before offering our beautiful women to village leaders of the Andhra Pradesh, the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu himself used to make them remove their Sarees and Blouses and make them get into the Temple Pond and take bath, with he Petticoats tied around them covering their boobs and other private parts.  Though the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh used to enjoy themselves watching our women remove the Sarees and Blouses and giving them an accidental peek of their boobs while she used to loosen their petticoat knots and lift their petticoats above their boobs and tie them around, the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu did not allow the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh to watch them take bath in the Temple Pond, as it was the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu’s turn to watch and enjoy our women taking bath in the Temple Pond only in their Petticoats and revealing their boobs, nipples, ass, ass cheeks, ass cracks, navels etc; and after that temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu used let them towel themselves and come to him.  The temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu himself used to remove their Petticoats and get them naked and in the name of inspecting if they were cleaned themselves well, used to make them lift them under arms and stand, and he used to sniff their underarms, placing his hands gently over their boobs, and used to bend them over and spread their ass cheeks and sniff their assholes and kiss their pussies.  Only after grabbing our beautiful women’s naked ass cheeks and kissing their lips nicely, he used to share them with the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh.  The village leaders from Andhra Pradesh who were waiting to enjoy our women, the moment temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu used to grab our women’s ass cheeks and kiss their lips and sent them to the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh, they used to readily pounce over our beautiful women and began romancing them, kissing their lips, sucking their boobs, squeezing their ass cheeks, and even playing with her pussies, and the 11th Beautiful women the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu used to keep her for himself and take her privately and have her pussy as a brokerage fee for sorting the issue.  After enjoying the pusseis of our village women, the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh used to release water for Agriculture.

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Though it was temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu’s idea to let the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh enjoy having our women’s pussy, convincing our Villager Female leaders that it was their only option, for brokeraging he himself used to enjoy having our women’s pussies, our women, including our Village Female leaders who were uneducated themselves were blindly trusting the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu and listening to whatever he was saying and doing whatever he was saying.  As if not had enough enjoying our beautiful women’s pussies, the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu started eyeing our Village Female Leaders’ pussies as well, and started having secret meetings with the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh and ordering them to block the water flow to our Village for Agriculture and make matters worse.  As the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh used to listen to the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu, and began blocking the waters, and arranging our beautiful women for them to enjoy and at the same time he started having our Village Female Leaders’ pussies as a brokerage.  Though our Village Female Leaders were reluctant to sleep with them, the churning temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu used to convince our Village Female Leaders that it was the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh’s demand and our Village Female Leaders agreed to sleep with the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu as they were helpless.  Capitalizing our Village Female Leaders’ situation, the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu himself used to go to our Village Female Leaders’s houses and make love to them one after the other.

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One of my friend was a son of one of our Village Female Leaders, and he used to tell me that the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu used to make his mom wear her First Night Saree which she wore while sleeping with his dad and get ready for him in the bedroom, and the temple priest used to celebrate enjoying his mom’s pussy like celebrating his First Night.



Meanwhile, the only educated woman in our village, our Tamil Teacher Malliga Ma'am, my Mother-in-law now, who was also one of the Communist Party leaders herself, came to know about this and was very upset and angry with the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu.  Since our Tamil Teacher was an Atheist, she never really went to this particular Temple where the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu was arranging all our beautiful women for the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh, she did not know about the stupid deal between the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh and our Village Women Leaders.  Our Tamil Teacher complained about this to Lakshmana Rao, the Na*al leader, who was close to our Tamil Teacher at that time and arranged Ratnam, whom her husband was grooming to marry my wife Sudha, to watch temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu’s activities and report to her about Lakshmana Rao about the rumors about temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu arranging our beautiful women for the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh for releasing water.

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Meanwhile, my mom who was regularly going to the Amman Temple, was always getting the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu’s attention and he always had an eye on my mom.  Since my mom was from Low Caste, just like other Lower Caste Women, she was not allowed to get inside the Temple.  As usual the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu used to offer pooja to the goddess and come to my mom and without touching her he used to send my mom home. Since there was this talk among the women in our village that getting even touched by the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu would vanish all their sins, the women in our village used to ache for him to touch them.  The women from the Widows Association, whom he chose to have their pussies as a brokerage for striking deal between our Village Female Leaders and the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh, used to consider themselves lucky and blessed to let the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu enjoy having their pussies.

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Before the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu used to choose beautiful widows to share them with the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh, he used to make our women remove their sarees and blouses and get into the Temple Pond and clean themselves only in their Petticoats, they used to happily play in the Temple Pond and towel themselves and come to the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu, and happily let him remove their Petticoats and get them naked and inspect them sniffing their armpits playing with their boobs, and bend them over and sniff their asshole and kiss their pussies.  Before sharing them with the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh, while he used to hug them naked and grab their ass cheeks and kiss their lips, they used to kiss his lips back happily and only then they used to sleep with the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh.  Though the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu used to sleep with the 11th babe as a brokerage for striking the deal and she used to happily let the priest enjoy her pussy, the rest of the other beauties whom the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh had enjoyed used to come back for the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu and let him have their pussies as they believe it will vanish their sins.

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Just like all the women my mom, being a religious woman, also believed that her sins will vanish if she gets touched by the priest.  Therefore every time my mom used to go to the temple, she would happily wait for the priest to touch her, but he never touched my mom.  Though temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu loved my mom and always wanted to have my mom’s pussy, something was stopping him from enjoying my mom’s pussy, and he even wasn’t taking my mom inside the temple because of the Caste Discrimination he followed.



It was after my mom joining Dr. Sivapadam’s Clinic and was in love with Lakshamana Rao the Na*al leader, and was letting Lakshmana Rao enjoy her pussy and take her shopping and buy expensive Bra and Panties for my mom and spend money buys makeup items for my mom, and transforming mom into a more sexier widow, the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu started noticing all the change in my mom and began targeting my mom for her pussy.  All this while temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu never used to take my mom inside the Temple and when my mom used to just happily wait for the priest to touch her and bless her and vanish her sins, he never used her.  But now after my mom had gotten more beautiful than all the women in our village he used to enjoy sleeping with, temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu started hugging my mom and began carrying my mom inside and my mom who used to happily hope that he would touch her and bless her which will vanish her sins, the moment the priest used to hug her she used to readily start hugging him back.  “Mmmmmm… wearing a Bra inside, Sumathi?” as the priest asked, feeling up my mom’s back over her blouse, “yeah, Swamy, and I am also wearing my Panties.  I am working at Dr. Sivapadam’s Clinic as his Assistant and I am earning well,” as my mom began saying innocently with pride that she was better than all the women in our village, who never wore their Bras and Panties inside, the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu began placing his hands all over my mom’s ass cheeks over her saree and began feeling up my mom’s ass cheeks saying, “mmm.. I can feel your Panties as well, Sumathi.”

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to be Continued..!

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thahts awesome story.. as usual you rock..

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The moment temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu saw village leaders from Andhra Pradesh entering inside the temple, without taking his hands off my mom’s ass cheeks, “come to Temple tomorrow at this time, Sumathi, I want to see you in your Bra and Panties,” temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu said and was about to send me mom right after kissing my mom’s lips, the moment he started kissing my mom’s lips he could not control himself and began enjoying kissing my mom’s lips passionately and as my mom herself began kissing his lips back, he started having a boner inside his dhoti.  The moment my mom saw the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh, she broke the kiss and wiped the priest’s saliva off her lips and began to pick up Pooja Basket and began running away from there.



Only when my mom ran away, I saw Ratnam who my mom arranged to watch over the priest quietly entering inside the temple.  Watching my mom run away giving the Darshan of her navel to the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh and feasting their eyes all over my mom’s body, “my God, what a babe…!” one of the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh exclaimed.  “Can you arrange her pussy for me, Swamy?” one of the Leaders asked the priest.  “She is a low Caste Girl,” as the priest said, “who cares about the Caste, Pussy is a Pussy, besides, the babe is amazing, she will be great in bed,” one of the leaders exclaimed.  “She does not know Telugu,” as the priest said, “as if all the Beauties from this village whom we enjoyed making love knew Telugu,” one of the leaders said.  “But they understand Telugu, while I was enjoying their pussies, I used to call them Sluts, Whores, Bitches, and they used to get more turned on and began enjoying my cock inside them and making love to them,” as the other leader, “Somehow arrange this babe for us, Swamy,” the other leaders said.  As the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh began cornering the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu to arrange my mom’s pussy for them, at point time the priest lost his temper, “you bloody Bastards..!! I have been tricking these Village women, who are probably the best babes in Tamil Nadu, and letting you enjoy their beautiful pussies,” as the angry priest was saying, “in the name of arranging those beauties for us, you yourself were enjoying them.  Makes me wonder if you were using us to enjoy those beauties yourself,” one leader said.  “Come on guys, let's not make an issues out of it, we were equally enjoying them along with temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu garu, we must be united only then we can enjoy the rest of this beautiful pussies of this village,” one leader said to calm the situation down.  “Then tell him to arrange this pussy which just went by, for us,” the other leader said looking at the leader who was trying to calm the situation to tell the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu to arrange my mom for them.  “Yeah,” as the other leaders said, “get the hell out of here everyone.  Now.!!” the priest shouted on top of his voice, but the leader did not move an inch and kept staring at the Priest.  “Do you think I am a Pimp to arrange girls for you?” as the priest shouted.

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“Then what were you doing all these days?  Actually you did not trick the Beauties from this village, you exactly knew our weakness for this Village Beauties and trapped us with their pussies and made us betray our Villagers and made us release the waters to this village,” one angry leader said.  “Come on guys, calm down, there is nothing to complain here.  We were enjoying these Tamil Babes and were living in heaven enjoying their pussies, just for releasing some water.  Raise your hands, if you were enjoying the pussies of Tamil babes in this village and their pussies felt like heaven,” as the leader who tried to calm things down said, all the leaders, including the leaders who were trying to fight with the priest raised their hands.  “All the Tamil Babes whose pussies I have been enjoying all this while were my childhood crushes.  I grew up watching them attain puberty, dreaming of one day marrying them, or at least hugging them and kissing their lips once in my life,” one leader said.  “I used to come to village just to watch them take bath in the river and feast my eyes, and I could believe that I got a chance to enjoy their pussies,” as the other leader was saying, “and whom should we thank that for, only Satyanarayana Deekshitulu garu, isn’t it?” the leader who was trying to calm things down said.  “But how can he tell us to get out?  This temple was built by our Ancestors, he just came from Khammam District along with his wife seeking refuge and it was my dad who made him the temple priest of this Temple,” as one leader said in an angry tone, “and as a Gratitude for that I chose the best Tamil Babes for you.  And, this Temple was not built only by your dad, it was built by this village people as well.  And, I did not come from Khammam District as a refugee, your father begged me to be the temple priest of this village,” the angry Temple priest said.  “How dare you talk about my dad?!  My father did not beg you to become this Temple’s Priest, you offered your wife’s pussy to my dad to make you this temple’s Priest,” he said in an angry tone.  “That’s it… Get out of this place, before I call the villagers,” as the priest said, “yeah, call them, and we will tell them how you were turning the beautiful but helpless widows of this village into not just our Whores and keeping them as your whores,” as the angry leader said.  “Get out.. Get out… Get out of this Holy Place, you disgraceful bastards,” as the priest began shouting, people started to gather and the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh quietly left the place.

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Once the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh left the place, the first thing they did was block the water, making our village Women Leaders approach the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu for help.  The temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu refused to mediate as he did not want to give the pleasure of enjoying our women’s pussy to the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh.  That’s when Ratnam informed our Tamil Teacher and Lakshmana Rao about the situation.  Lakshmana Rao quickly swung into action and kidnapped one of the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh and made them release the water to our village and became a Hero in front of my village people.  



This made our Tamil Teacher so proud of Lakshmana Rao, and only later when I moved to Canada I came to know from one of my three college friends named Maari who equally enjoyed watching the Bombay Actor turned Communist Politician from Bombay, in the name of appreciating our Tamil Teacher started hugging her and feeling her up and began kissing her lips, our Tamil Teacher began kissing his lips back passionately.  


One day when our Tamil Teacher took the Bombay Actor turned Communist Politician to show around the village in his Car, by the time we followed her and reached a remote Lake shore, we saw the Bombay Actor’s car parked under a Tree.  The car was shaking back and forth, and we neared closer, “mmmmmmm mmaaam mmmmmm mmmmmmm aaaaaa mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmm mmmmm we could hear our Tamil Teacher moaning.  As we went near the Car, to our shock, the Bombay Actor had got our Tamil Teacher naked in his car and was sleeping on top of her and making love to her.  “Mmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmm mmmmm mmm aaaaaa aaaaaa,” as she was moaning, “I am gonna cum soon, Comrade… I can’t control myself, yours is the best pussy I have ever had, mmmmm,” the Bombay Actor said, moaning in pleasure.  “Mmmmmmm… I am sure you must have had better ones in your Bollywood, Comrade,” as our Tamil Teacher moaned, holding his face.  “Naah… those are Whores comrade, they sleep around with everyone for Cinema chance, but your pussy is something special, Comrade.  My cock can really feel how special your pussy is, Comrade.  There is nothing in the world like fucking a college Teacher, Comrade, mmmm,” as the Bombay Actor moaned and began kissing our Tamil Teacher’ lips, she smiled at him and began kissing his lips back.   “Mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmmm, Comrade, I am gonna cum, mmmmm mmmmm mmmmmm mmmm, I can’t take it anymore,” the Bombay actor turned Communist Politician moaned.  As our Tamil Teacher looked at his horny and about to cum face, she looked him into his eyes and gently kissed him on his cheek and hugged hight tight with her arms around her neck and squeezed him against her, and wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him his waist deep inside her pussy “aaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” the Bombay Actor moaned loud and came inside our Tamil Teacher’s pussy.

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As the Bombay Actor began getting up from our Tamil Teacher, me and my friend started hiding behind separate trees.  As the Bombay Actor began wearing his clothes on, our Tamil Teacher began getting out of the Car naked, and she was looking short of a Goddess Statue in the Temples.  Probably the sculptors drew inspiration from watching naked girls like our Malliga Ma'am.  As our Tamil Teacher was getting out of the car and bending down and picking up her panties, the Bombay actor cheekily inserted his right hand between our Tamil Teacher’s asscrack and grabbed her pussy, “ooooooouch…!” our Tamil Teacher exclaimed with a smile and slapped his hand and smiled at him and began wearing her Black color panties.  Hiding behind a tree and watching our Tamil Teacher wearing her Black panties and jerking off, one of my friends could not control himself, “oh my God.. the Bitch is too hot, I can’t control myself,” he whispered and started cumming all over the ground.  



As our Tamil Teacher wore her Black panties and was wearing her White Bra, “Comrade, are you sure about what you said about your Bollywood girls?” our Tamil Teacher asked casually and hooking her White Bra hooks with her hands behind.  “Yeah, Comrade, those are Whores,” as the Bollywood Actor exclaimed and went near our Tamil Teacher and hugged her in the White Bra and Black panties, and said “you are the Best,” and began kissing our Tamil Teacher’s lips, one of my other friends who was hiding behind another tree was watching the Bombay Actor hug our Tamil Teacher in her White Bra and Black Panties and jerking off, could not hold it any longer, “my God, What a Bitch, our Tamil Ma'am is, I can’t control myself,” he exclaimed; and the moment our Tamil Teacher began kissing the Bombay Actor’s lips back, hugging him only in her White Bra and Black panties, “mmmmm… I can’t control myself any more,” my friend could not hold it any longer and began cumming all over the ground.

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As our Tamil Teacher began wearing her sky blue color petticoat over her Black Panties; began wearing her sky blue color blouse over her white Bra; and began wearing her sky blue color cotton saree, she was wearing well about her navel, which the Bollywood Actor noticed.  “You always wear your Saree well above your Navel, Comrade?” he asked.  “Yeah Comrade, I am teacher, I have to or else the Boys in the class will get distracted,” as our Tamil Teacher said and finished wearing her saree and looked at him with a smile, “What a Babe, you are Comrade..!” the Bombay Actor exclaimed.  “Hope you had fun,” as our Tamil Teacher said and winked at him and gave a kiss on his cheek, that wink and a final kiss on his cheek turned me on and I started jerking off.  “Thank you for letting me have your pussy, Comrade,” as the Bombay Actor whispered and began hugging our Tamil Teacher and began kissing her lips, me and my friend Maari started cumming all over the ground.



Though I was busy enjoying myself watching the Na*al Leader Lakshmana Rao tricking my mom in the name of love and enjoy kissing her lips, buying brand new Bra and Panties for my mom, romancing her anytime and anywhere he wanted, and even enjoying having my mom’s pussy, my friend Maari who was obsessed with our Tamil Teacher and was always behind her.  After I got married and settled in Canada, he never spoke a word about our Tamil Teacher as she had become my Mother-in-law, but only when I started contacting him he revealed to me about the incident of Lakshmana Rao fighting the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh and becoming our Village hero and made our Tamil Teacher so proud of him.  Maari started telling me that when Lakshmna Rao had met our Tamil Teacher after the incident, who was so proud of him and when he asked for a kiss as a reward for fighting the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh, without a second thought our Tamil Teacher began kissing his lips.

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By this time our Tamil Teacher had started a branch of her Communist Party and started organizing protests in our Village every time there was a water dispute.  Meanwhile the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh had kicked the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu out of the Temple and replaced with another new priest.  The uneducated and innocent beautiful widows of our Village who were offering themselves to the village leaders from Andhra Pradesh and were getting their pussies nicely enjoyed by them all because of the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu’s dirty politics, and their pussies were getting nicely enjoyed by the temple priest Satyanarayana Deekshitulu himself, started joining the protests our Tamil Teacher started organizing,  



As Maari began telling me that after sometime our Tamil Teacher stopped talking to Lakshmana Rao he did not know why, I told him that he cornered her and tried to make his men make love to her forcibly, but I helped her escape, Maari told me, more than Lakshmana Rao, it was Ratnam, whom our Tamil Teacher’s husband was grooming to marry my wife Sudha, was enjoying kissing not just our Tamil Teacher’s lips every time he wanted, to my shock Maari told me that Ratnam was enjoying kissing my wife’s lips as well.  My friend also told me that it was my wife Sudha, spending most of the time teasing Ratnam, taking him to the farm and lifting her skirt and showing him her panties.  My wife even recalled telling me how badly my wife Sudha begged Ratnam to have her pussy and he carried her inside the farmhouse and fucked my wife Sudha.  When I asked my wife about this, she told me that she was doing that because she thought I impregnated her and left her, and that’s the reason she and her mom decided to marry her to Ratnam before her dad finds out she is pregnant and kills her.  It was this cousin of my wife named Ratnam, who gifted my wife the silver anklets she was wearing.

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Apart from the golden earrings, diamond nose stud, Manjal Thaali(Mangalsutra), Gold Chain next to the Manjal Thaali(Mangalsuatra), and a Waist Chain around her waist, she was wearing two expensive gold rings, she was wearing silver anklets on her feet, which she was wearing were gifted by her Cousin Ratnam, and went to answer the phone in our Hotel Room.  Though my wife Sudha and I were married for years, she still feels shy to walk around naked, but this time she quickly went to answer the phone without wearing her bathrobe.