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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
This is a big big story, which cannot be called a story but a biography. This not only is a past event but it is the past, present and the future. It is the story of the link between cinema, poli-tricks and some other high and low society people.
JAYA was just 57 years old now when she is recollecting this. She was born in a very ordinary family. Her father died when she was at 10. Her mother KALLYANI was a drama artist. KALLYANI was a woman of fair colour and with an oval shape face, big lips, well shaped and bit large and firm boobs. She is bit fat and have a healthy body with big round and plumbed ass. It is a real feast for any body watching her from her back, that her well combed hair hitting her ass cheeks saying left-right, left-right. She was the pet of the troop owner.
JAYA many times noticed the troop owner RAJAN NAIR squeezing KALLYANI’S ass and boobs and also fucking her from back. She watched many time NAIR’S banana like cock entering in her cunt and ejaculating there. But all the family’s hope ended when NAIR’S sudden death due to heart attack. Many people came ready to marry KALLYANI but she refused to do so because she was afraid about her daughter’s future.
JAYA grown up and at the age of 16 she is beautifully built up and she was like an angel with a very cute face and cheeks. Round beautiful wheatish face, black eyes, well shaped nose, reddish lips, soft chin, tennis ball like boobs, deep and coin sized navel in the flat and soft stomach, healthy and rich thighs. An original mallu charakku. “Onnamtharam uruppadi”.
She was at the SSLC class at that time. And her mother arranged tuition for her. The master was 55 years old and was a real hungry fellow for sex. He was very much happy for getting such a beautiful girl to take tuition. JAYA always wear a mini pavada so it was really watering for the master always. He used to touch and slowly move his hand over her soft butter thighs while teaching her. He also pinches her when she gave a wrong answer to his questions. He will only pinch on the upper inner side of her arm. The actual intention of his was to press the soft boobs and enjoy. He always uses words like mole, chakkare, and ammu to call her while teaching her.
One day she was not able to answer properly to the teacher’s question. So he started his usual punishment and he slowly moved his finger on the nipples over her jacket. Her mouth dried and she felt a special kind of electricity passing thru her and she excited a bit. He slowly pressed her left boob and at the same time his other hand moved over her soft milky thighs. He inserted his hand inside the mini pavada and with his middle finger he rubbed her crotch over the panties. Her pussy becomes wet and she started moaning and giggling. The old fellow started kissing on her cheeks and lips. His rough hand squeezed her boobs and he inserted his hands inside her undergarment and rubbed on her crotch through the small growing of pubic hair. He stopped this suddenly when he heard the noise of her mother coming.
Another day he had more courage to move further and he came to the tuition with out wearing any thing under his Mundu. He asked her to sit on his lap and she agreed to do so. His “Gulan” started searching her soft unbroken flower, but it merely ended in hitting over her panty. He unbuttoned her jacket and the undergarment and started licking her nipples with the tip of his tongue. But that was the end of his sexual dreams with JAYA that her mother suddenly came over there watching these scene. She slapped him and throws him away from that house.
That day she made a decision to leave that village and both of them went to the big city Madras in the train that night. This journey not only changed the whole life of JAYA and her mother but it made a significant mark on the Kerala history also.
[ Dear Kerala erotica readers, this may continue for a long period and some episode may or may not contain erotic contents. So please bear me and enjoy the events and the story. I am expecting your comments about this story. You can mail it to rasakrida@yahoo.com ]
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