24-11-2022, 12:08 PM
“I attended a Tamil Literature fest which was organized by the Govt. of Tamil Nadu, in Madras recently,” she started. All the other ladies started to move close to her out of curiosity to know about Tamil Teacher’s sexual encounter.
“I met this young Tamil poet at his stall, he was only 20 and I was so impressed by his books, and stood there reading his books. “You like them?” he asked. “Yes, very much,” I said. “Then you will like this poem as well. I wrote it just now,” he said and gave a small poem to read. As I started reading his poetry, I was surprised to see the poem was all about me. He has been writing this poem about me ever since I entered his stall. The poem first begins with the beauty of my saree and my blouse, and then he goes on to describe the beauty of my hair, my my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, my lips, my neck, and that’s when he starts to describes about my bosoms in my blouse, how jealous he was about my blouse, and how jealous he was about my bra, and how his hands are dying to remove my blouse and bra and feel my bosoms. He had written this in a poetic way and I started liking it and even started getting horny. Then he wrote about how he would love to remove my saree and admire my beauty only in my petticoat, and take me into his embrace and feel up my bosoms against his chest and start kissing my lips. I was getting so horny that I started to sweat already. Then he wrote about how he would request me to lift my petticoat and remove my panties and give it to me. Then he wrote that if I refuse to lift my petticoat and remove my panties and give it to him, he would continue kissing my lips until I agree to lift my petticoat and remove my panties and give it to him. Then he wrote about carrying me to the table and lifting my petticoat and began tasting my pussy and licking my honey(my juices) and all of a sudden I stopped reading his poem and gave his poem to him and started wiping my sweat all over my face. By this time my panties had gotten wet, “how is the poem?” he asked, coming close to me. “Sorry, I went into so much detail,” he said. “It’s okay, my husband is waiting,” as I was saying without looking into his eyes. “Did I get your panties wet?” he whispered. “Excuse me?!” I exclaimed, as I was surprised, shocked at his boldness. “I think I did,” he said. “No you didn’t,” I couldn’t believe I said that, perhaps the horny girl inside me said that, but the mature teacher inside me woke up inside me and tried to leave the place. “Wait..!” he whispered and held my hand. “I have to go,” I literally begged, I could have pushed him aside and left the place, but the horny girl inside me was stopping me from moving and was wanting me to stay with the Tamil Poet. “I will let you go in a moment, just listen to me,” he said and held my face. Men holding my face has always been a turn on to me, and this guy holding my face, and me be horny already, was making my knees weak. “What you want me to do?” I whispered with tears rolling all over my cheeks and I was fighting from inside whether to leave the place or let the poet have me. “I want you to tell me if I wet your panties with my poem or not,” he said. “I am married, please let me go,” I whispered. “Just answer my question,” he said. “No,” I whispered. “What, No?,” he exclaimed. “You did not,” I whispered. “I did not get your panties wet?” he asked. “Yeah,” I said. “I want you to show me your panties, if your panties are not wet, you can leave,” he said. “If it is wet?” I whispered. “If I had got your panteis wet, then I will get a kiss from you,” he said. “What?!,” I exclaimed. “Yeah, it is because of my poem you got wet, and don’t you think I should get a kiss at least as a reward?” he asked. “I am married, I have kids, I can’t,” I whispered. “Your panties are wet?” he asked again. “I don’t know, but I have to leave,” I whispered. “I know I have got your panties wet, let me have my rewards and let you go,” he said and all of a sudden started holding my face, he started kissing my lips. Since I was horny and wet my panties already, I began kissing his lips back. Sensing that I was feeling horny as well, he started inserting his hands under my pallu and began grabbing my boobs over my blouse, and I pushed him and ran from that place,” as the Tamil teacher was saying, “mmmm… My God, if I was in your place, I would have slept with him and had nice fun,” one lady said and all the ladies started giggling.
“I met this young Tamil poet at his stall, he was only 20 and I was so impressed by his books, and stood there reading his books. “You like them?” he asked. “Yes, very much,” I said. “Then you will like this poem as well. I wrote it just now,” he said and gave a small poem to read. As I started reading his poetry, I was surprised to see the poem was all about me. He has been writing this poem about me ever since I entered his stall. The poem first begins with the beauty of my saree and my blouse, and then he goes on to describe the beauty of my hair, my my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, my lips, my neck, and that’s when he starts to describes about my bosoms in my blouse, how jealous he was about my blouse, and how jealous he was about my bra, and how his hands are dying to remove my blouse and bra and feel my bosoms. He had written this in a poetic way and I started liking it and even started getting horny. Then he wrote about how he would love to remove my saree and admire my beauty only in my petticoat, and take me into his embrace and feel up my bosoms against his chest and start kissing my lips. I was getting so horny that I started to sweat already. Then he wrote about how he would request me to lift my petticoat and remove my panties and give it to me. Then he wrote that if I refuse to lift my petticoat and remove my panties and give it to him, he would continue kissing my lips until I agree to lift my petticoat and remove my panties and give it to him. Then he wrote about carrying me to the table and lifting my petticoat and began tasting my pussy and licking my honey(my juices) and all of a sudden I stopped reading his poem and gave his poem to him and started wiping my sweat all over my face. By this time my panties had gotten wet, “how is the poem?” he asked, coming close to me. “Sorry, I went into so much detail,” he said. “It’s okay, my husband is waiting,” as I was saying without looking into his eyes. “Did I get your panties wet?” he whispered. “Excuse me?!” I exclaimed, as I was surprised, shocked at his boldness. “I think I did,” he said. “No you didn’t,” I couldn’t believe I said that, perhaps the horny girl inside me said that, but the mature teacher inside me woke up inside me and tried to leave the place. “Wait..!” he whispered and held my hand. “I have to go,” I literally begged, I could have pushed him aside and left the place, but the horny girl inside me was stopping me from moving and was wanting me to stay with the Tamil Poet. “I will let you go in a moment, just listen to me,” he said and held my face. Men holding my face has always been a turn on to me, and this guy holding my face, and me be horny already, was making my knees weak. “What you want me to do?” I whispered with tears rolling all over my cheeks and I was fighting from inside whether to leave the place or let the poet have me. “I want you to tell me if I wet your panties with my poem or not,” he said. “I am married, please let me go,” I whispered. “Just answer my question,” he said. “No,” I whispered. “What, No?,” he exclaimed. “You did not,” I whispered. “I did not get your panties wet?” he asked. “Yeah,” I said. “I want you to show me your panties, if your panties are not wet, you can leave,” he said. “If it is wet?” I whispered. “If I had got your panteis wet, then I will get a kiss from you,” he said. “What?!,” I exclaimed. “Yeah, it is because of my poem you got wet, and don’t you think I should get a kiss at least as a reward?” he asked. “I am married, I have kids, I can’t,” I whispered. “Your panties are wet?” he asked again. “I don’t know, but I have to leave,” I whispered. “I know I have got your panties wet, let me have my rewards and let you go,” he said and all of a sudden started holding my face, he started kissing my lips. Since I was horny and wet my panties already, I began kissing his lips back. Sensing that I was feeling horny as well, he started inserting his hands under my pallu and began grabbing my boobs over my blouse, and I pushed him and ran from that place,” as the Tamil teacher was saying, “mmmm… My God, if I was in your place, I would have slept with him and had nice fun,” one lady said and all the ladies started giggling.
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