The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - Seventh Suluk Kusuma Dewi
"Mas, that was gawking, now why even dumbass?" said Kusuma Dewi broke the burden of Pak Guru Johan who could hardly resist gaping.
"Mas ... Mas ...," said Mr. Teacher Johan stammered. In fact, Mr. Teacher Johan's tongue was kelu, unable to speak finish his words.
Kusuma Dewi pretended to frown. He watches his own body. Looking at all the curves of his body, looking at Master Johan, then turning his lips pouted.
"I think I need proof, Mom. Come, come with me," said Kusuma Dewi with a face that immediately turned cheerful but still bangor, badung, naughty, wayward and bengal.
Without waiting for a response, the girl grabbed and held the hand of Mr. Teacher Johan and then pulled him. Electric shock radiated from the palm and fingers soft and smooth female cousin the wife to the arm of Mr. Johan Teacher.
The body and soul of the married and childless man could not resist the temptation of the girl. He said when Kusuma Dewi brought him through the trees, down the river, past the sacred wooden stump that was no longer ignored the ban. Master Johan gasped and his blood rippled as he accidentally saw a discarded loincloth lying near the stump. Half of it is submerged in river water.
Mr. Johan continued to be brought in to an area that was spacious and dry. A grove of trees covered this place a room. The sound of river water flowing and touching the sidelines of the rocks like music that shahdu. I don't know when Kusuma Dewi had time to investigate this place, thought Mr. Teacher Johan.
"Why are we going to this place, Goddess Deck?" the State School teacher said it was nervous.
"I just want to prove whether my ritual was successful, Mas," said Kusuma Dewi with a smile still painted on his face.
"Mas still doesn't understand, what do you mean, Dek Dewi?"
“So I ‘kan asked Mas Johan, how do I look, if there is any change after I pee on that wooden stump. Johan was silent. I became sad. Therefore, I asked Mas here to see clearly, if there is a change,”, said Kusuma Dewi mischievously.
Kusuma Dewi looked straight at the two eyes of her cousin's husband, directly penetrating into his soul. His fingers in one motion, Kusuma Dewi's channel clothes came off. His body has ditched. The skin of the alabaster tub glows in the dark. A pair of his long chest fell but was full thoroughly.
The pointy pointed chest pokes from the top, not charcoal black, dark brown or young bark, nor the lip jambon, but the red of the blood defies, opposes, attacks and stimulates passion.
The dark-skinned supernatural figure without clothes smiled amusedly seeing that he had similarities with the girl.
Mr. Teacher Johan was upset. He dives into the pitfalls of the charm of the girl who is like an angel - or a fairy, he doesn't care.
Certainly no longer the opinion required by a Kusuma Goddess and no longer the observation made by a Mr. Johan Teacher. The figure of Kusuma Dewi who is not fully dressed is an opportunity that will be lost if not welcomed.
Master Johan took off his entire shirt in a hurry, until it ran out. His manhood stiffened long, the exposure clearly hardened.
The two undressed bodies shamelessly followed the turbulent power of desire. The two rolled over the field, following the path of lust.
Mr. Johan's soul and power were uprooted from his place. His body and mind had become the mere possession of the Goddess Kusuma. Instead, Kusuma Dewi felt her blood filled with explosive power energy full of confidence and self-love. She was no longer a pale-skinned, red-haired, big-assed woman. It is all that a woman wants, and all that a man wants, as well as all that he really wants.
When the body of Mr. Teacher Johan entered the body repeatedly to his body, Kusuma Dewi again thought of Anggalarang.****** and his moaning is intended for the man who will momentarily fall in front of him, and then he will not fall in front of him, begged to be her warm friend.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
Train to fall from the bed in such a way that his head hit the floor and bled.
However, even though the pain directly attacked all over his body, it was not that the dizziness in his head reappeared, but because of the figure on his bed.
Obviously, the man she saw right next to her was not her husband. He did not even understand whether the figure was really a man, a man, or not.
Trainy crawled on the floor of her bedroom trying to get out. Throat's dry. No sound came out of
her mouth. So screaming for help will be useless. His knees and all parts of his body were limp. Dragging his body is the same as carrying the weight of others.
Of course Ratih felt as if he was carrying the weight of someone else's body, because there was indeed a figure of someone else who had stuck to his back and put his hands to his neck.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
Master Johan was completely speechless. He had just had the best experience of his life, he had never even gotten with Ratih during his many years of marriage.
However, on the other hand, he no longer knew how to behave to Kusuma Dewi who was walking by his side towards home. The girl's face shone brightly, not only adding to her goddess-like beauty, but also to her madly exposed feminine aura.
Surprisingly, Kusuma Dewi did not ignore Mr. Johan, even though they walked alone. Master Johan was confused by what the girl felt. Didn't they just do an incredible act? Didn't they just change their spirits and enjoyment? Mr. Johan Guru greedily traced and skimmed every inch of the body of the goddess Kusuma. A pair of chest hanging from it was devoured by Mr. Teacher Johan, making the breasts of Kusua Goddess who was taper and red as the blood was wet with saliva.
Mr. Johan did not take long for his questions to fade, disappear and disappear somewhere, right when he reached the rash. Right in front of the door of his room, Mr. Johan saw the body of his wife, Ratih, face down dead with blood flooding the floor.
Mr. Johan shouted as hard as possible until it seemed as if life was about to escape from his body. Regret and sin are now mastering it, replacing the lust that was just wildly revolving in his stomach and chest.
Kusuma Dewi stood behind Master Johan. His face still couldn't shake the smile of satisfaction there. Maybe it wasn't him who was smiling.