Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

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[raja shri]

Waiting for your next hot update bro...

[Haran000]

The following day, Geetha entered the classroom, and the sight of her lips instantly brought back a vivid memory for Bharat. He still couldn't quite believe what had transpired. Geetha walked to the blackboard and began the lesson. Her gaze met Bharat's for a fleeting moment, and he offered a smile. Ignoring him, she turned back and wrote a problem.

Bharat leaned forward, resting his left hand on the bench, his eyes fixed on Geetha at the blackboard. She was dbangd in a cream-colored saree, complemented by a mud-colored blouse. As was her custom, a three-inch strip of her back remained visible, artfully concealing the mole on her side. With every step, her long braid swayed, and the subtle shimmer of her spinal depth at her waist caught his eye. Each turn revealed a fleeting glimpse of her left waist, only for it to vanish before he could fully appreciate it. The delicate lines of folds at the base of her pale neck outlined her mangalsutra, and the graceful curves of her neck moved with her words. The sparkle in her eyes whenever she glanced his way, the cute puckering of her lips – he absorbed it all with a mad intensity.

Geetha noticed his unwavering attention. A coy smile, tinged with shyness, played on her lips as she turned back to the board. Bharat understood her shyness. He picked up the book in front of him, held it to his face, leaned it against the bench, and buried his nose between two pages at the top.

Geetha turned back to the class, her gaze immediately finding Bharat. He, in turn, subtly kissed the pages. 

A shiver ran through Geetha. Her lips trembled, and she quickly turned away, muttering that drawing a long square root didn't matter anyway. Yet, with a playful nibble of her lower lip, she deliberately pressed the chalk to the board and extended the line.

She instructed everyone to copy the problem, then paced between the benches until everyone had finished writing. As Bharat copied the problem, his eyes traced every line of Geetha.

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On February 11th, 

the evening after the pre-final exams, Bharat arrived at Geetha's house. He opened the gate and stepped inside. Seeing the door latched from the outside, he assumed she had gone out and decided to wait. Geetha didn't appear. After a while, Vimala emerged from the house and greeted Bharat.

"Are you looking for Geetha, Bharat?" Vimala asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"As soon as she came home from college, she went out on a scooty with a friend, I think," Vimala explained.

"When will she be back, Miss?" Bharat inquired.

"I don't know, Bharat," Vimala said.

Bharat concluded that there would be no tuition that day and left.

At eight o'clock that night, Geetha returned home from Sindhu's house. Only then did she check her phone messages. Bharat's message read: "Miss, no tuition today?" Seeing it, she called him.

"Bharath, hey... your teacher is calling, son..." Susheela's voice drifted from the conversation she was having with neighbors, prompting Bharat to go inside the house and pick up the phone.

"Hmm... Hello, Miss," he answered.

"I went out, Bharat, I didn't tell you," Geetha said.

"It's okay, Miss," he replied.

"How did you write Social?" she asked.

"Ah, Miss, I wrote it well," Bharat said confidently.

"Will you get good marks? Did you study even after going home yesterday?" Geetha pressed.

"Hmm..." Bharat responded.

"Okay," she said.

"Good evening, Miss," Bharat added.

Geetha smiled. "You should say that when you pick up the phone. Okay, bye. Come to college tomorrow, don't skip."

"Yes, Miss," Bharat confirmed.

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Morning classes for tenth-grade students began at 6:30 AM. 

Geetha's class was the first of the day. 

On February 12th, 

the morning classes for the tenth-grade were held in the sixth-grade B-section room instead of their usual classroom. The room was arranged with three vertical rows and five horizontal rows of benches. Kaushik, Vikas, and Bharat occupied the last bench of the middle vertical row.

Bharat sat in class, eagerly anticipating Geetha's arrival. She soon appeared, dressed in a purple saree with a blue sweater over it.

"Good morning, Miss," the class chorused.

"Ah... Good morning," Geetha replied. "Today and tomorrow are first unit revisions. If anyone has doubts, ask me. There's absolutely no need to talk to your classmates."

Everyone settled into their practice. Geetha walked in the middle aisle, between the girls' and boys' sections, which meant between the two vertical rows on the left. Bharat was on the right. Geetha was walking on his side.

"Come this side, I'll sit over there..." he whispered to Vikas.

"Why?" Vikas questioned.

"Just come for a bit," Bharat urged.

He got up, and while Geetha walked, looking straight ahead, they swapped places. Bharat moved to the side where Geetha walked, with Kaushik in the middle. Geetha looked around as she slowly walked, and when she turned back, Bharat was on this side. She didn't pay it any mind.

She continued walking. As she approached Bharat and turned to go back, he watched her high buttocks sway with every step, as if dancing. Geetha walked very close to Bharat once, and as he stood with his hands folded, her elbow brushed past his ear. At that moment, he strained to catch her scent.



In the evening, when Bharat arrived for tuition, the door was partially closed, slightly ajar. He assumed Geetha might be in the kitchen and had left it that way, so he pushed it open. 

She was lying on the sofa, facing the door, her left elbow propping up her head, fast asleep. He watched her for a few moments. When he fully opened the door, the right door slammed against the wall with a thud. Geetha woke with a start.

"Good evening, Miss," Bharat said.

"Oh, you came..." she mumbled, still drowsy.

"What happened, Miss? Why are you sleeping at this time?" Bharat asked.

"Nothing, just like that," she replied.

He placed his bag on the table and sat on Geetha's left, as he always did. For a long time, both remained silent. While Bharat read his science book, Geetha's eyes kept closing. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Bharat turned his neck and observed her beautiful face, her small eyes, rosy lips, and her neck, which he adored. Strands of hair fell forward onto her face. She stirred slightly. He quickly looked back at his book.

In her sleepiness, Geetha’s head suddenly fell onto Bharat's shoulder. She woke with a jolt. He looked at her and asked, "What happened, Miss? Didn't you sleep last night?"

In truth, she had gone to sleep at two in the morning. She and Gautam, her husband, had talked a lot after a long time.

"It was two by the time I finished talking to him and went to sleep yesterday, Bharat, and then I woke up at five for morning class," Geetha explained.

Hearing that, Bharat gave a mischievous smile. "Hmm... Miss, what did you talk about?"

Geetha felt shy and smiled. "It was nothing like that, dear."

"Hehe... you were up till two and say it was nothing like that, Miss?" Bharat teased.

"Oy... study, I'm telling you not to talk like this," Geetha chided.

"I want to hear, I'm saying," Bharat insisted.

"You'll get beaten, I'm saying," she retorted.

"Oh, come on... tell me, Miss, you're always so serious."

She laughed, then put her hand in Bharat's hair and ruffled it. "No, dear, just family discussion."

Geetha's hand felt warm. He also felt a suspicion. "Miss, do you have a fever?" he asked, pressing four fingers on her neck. As soon as Bharat's hand touched her, she flinched.
Geetha's body was indeed warm. He turned his fingers and stroked his palm further back on her neck. As his fingers touched her, Geetha's sleepiness vanished, replaced by another kind of intoxication. She closed her eyes and slightly twisted her neck. Bharat let go.

"Miss, it seems like you have a fever. Shall we go to the hospital?" he asked.

Opening her eyes, she held Bharat's chin. "It'll go away, dear, it's nothing. I just took a tablet before you came."

"So you're not telling me, is that it?" he said, turning his face away.

"Hey, what happened?" Geetha asked.

"I disturbed your sleep," Bharat mumbled.

Geetha took Bharat's hand and pulled him closer. "Oh, don't think like that."

"Hmm... Miss, if you want to sleep, tell me, I'll go," Bharat offered.

"No need, dear, if you go home, you won't study. Stay here, I won't get bored either, okay?" Geetha said. "Do you want tea? Shall I get some?"

"No, thanks, it'll be work for you," Bharat replied.

"I'm drinking now, I asked because you're here too," she said.

"Ah, okay, I want some, Miss," Bharat conceded.

Bharat continued studying outside while Geetha went into the kitchen to make tea. After boiling the milk, she realized the tongs to hold the pot were in the hall on the dining table. As she turned back to retrieve them, the pin of her saree pleat came loose. It brushed against a box handle below and slipped. She bent down to pick it up, and a mischievous thought flashed through her mind. She glanced towards Bharat; he wasn't looking. "Phew," she thought. She stood up, covered herself with her pallu, and another mischievous thought came to her.

She slowly walked to the dining table, picked up the tongs with a trembling hand, and deliberately dropped them. The "thud" sound made Bharat look up. Ignoring whether Bharat was watching or not, she bent her knees, knelt down, and picked it up. Geetha's pallu slipped, and her beauty captivated Bharat's eye. A valley, like a sweat waterfall, flowed between butter-covered mountains, becoming slender and disappearing between her blouse straps. Two inches below it, a small dimple like a well in a glacier. Seeing it, all the nerves in his body stood on end.

Geetha thought that if her pallu slipped a little, it would slip completely, and he must have seen it. Extreme shyness overwhelmed her. In a hurry, she grabbed her pallu, covered herself, stood up, and looked at Bharat. He quickly turned his face away, scared and flustered.


"He saw, he saw... Ah... Geetha, you ruined his studies again today, you silly girl”

She went back into the kitchen, poured some milk into a glass and set it aside, then added tea leaves and sugar to the rest. She fell into thought.

Bharat embraced her from behind, kissing her ear.

"Ah... leave me, dear," Geetha murmured.

"Miss, it's been a long time since I kissed you," Bharat whispered, then kissed the curve of her neck.

"That's wrong, Bharat, you’re romancing me like this," Geetha said.

"Then what do you call you giving me a lip kiss?" he countered. He lowered his left hand to her waist and squeezed it.

"Ah... no, please," she pleaded.

He shifted her braid to the right and kissed her back.

"Ss... stop, dear," Geetha said softly.

"Miss, give me another lip kiss, Miss, it's so good," Bharat pressed.

"No, listen to me."

"It's nothing, Miss." As he squeezed Geetha's waist, he held her chin, turned her face back, and was about to take her lips, when—

"Ah... ss... no," Geetha moaned. Just then, the "shoosh" sound of milk boiling over broke her thought. She looked at it and turned down the stove.

She chuckled mischievously to herself for having such thoughts, turned off the stove, poured the tea into cups, and took them out. He was looking at his book.

"Bharat, here, take this," Geetha said.

He didn't look at Geetha, only at the cup, and took it. She too felt awkward about what had just happened. She sat next to him. He silently sipped his tea.

After he finished drinking, he continued to study while Geetha sat holding her phone. He moved a little closer. Geetha couldn't help but notice. He moved a little more. His shoulder touched hers. Bharat's touch was making her weaker day by day.

Remembering the kiss she gave him that day, on one hand, it felt strange, but then it started to make her shy. Swaying in the kiss, squeezing her waist below, biting her lip, uncontrollably ruining her dress with his heat, doing that to her navel, finding it lustful, and wanting more – all this was changing Geetha's state of mind.

It was past seven, Bharat's time to leave.

She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Just like before, Bharat looked at her again. 

She knew he was looking and gave a small smile. 

He got scared and looked at his book. His innocent nervousness fueled Geetha's excitement. She was delighted to see him like that.

Bharat moved again. She knew he was looking this way. Shyness overwhelmed her.

He put his face near her neck, and the hot breath made Geetha start trembling. He kissed the shoulder bone below her throat.

"Ss... you have no fear of a teacher," Geetha whispered.

"But Miss, you said I could neck-kiss whenever I felt like it. Your neck is so beautiful, Miss," Bharat replied.

"Ah... study," she said, her voice a soft protest.

He kissed her again, a little harder. 

Geetha felt a jolt. She tightened her fists into the sofa cushions to hide her trembling from Bharat. 

He brushed her mangalsutra thread aside at the edge of her neck and kissed there.

She couldn't take it anymore.
"Ah..." Her left hand disobeyed her, went to Bharat's back, and pulled him onto her.

Bharat rested his left hand on the right side of Geetha's neck and sensually rubbed her left curve with his lips. Her breath quickened with excitement. Geetha's heart rate increased.
"Hmm..." she moaned.

She hadn't allowed Bharat to touch her since that day. She hadn't done anything either. Inside, her soul was craving something.

She brought her hand up from his back, held the back of his head, and moved back. He kissed the soft bicep under her blouse sleeve. She flinched, unable to bear it, and again came closer, gripping his head with her hands. He kissed her earlobe, licking it sensually.
"Hah..." Geetha gasped.

"Miss, do you know how soft your ears are? I can bite them like gbangs," Bharat whispered. 

He pushed his tongue between her earlobe and face and licked. 

She wondered if anyone would do that there too, and her desire intensified. Her entire body trembled with passion.

She tightly gripped Bharat's T-shirt in front of his chest, breathing heavily. They both looked into each other's eyes, intoxicated.

"Hah..." Bharat panted, bending his neck and giving a deep kiss under Geetha's chin.

"Ha... Mm..." Geetha bit her lip. She ruffled Bharat's hair, crushing his T-shirt. 

He held her wrist and controlled her. Releasing warm breath under her chin, "Miss... umm (kiss)... the shirt will get spoiled, Miss... (kiss)... Mom will scold me."

She let go. She went down, put her hand inside his T-shirt, and gripped his waist. His skin was burning hot. 

"Ah... how hot he is."

She stroked his waist with her palm and moved back. 

He was trembling at Geetha's touch. 

"Take it off, Geetha, take off his shirt and throw it."

When he bit her in the hollow between her shoulder and neck with his lips, she swayed, lifting her thighs, and climbed further onto Bharat's right thigh. Bharat fell to the side. Geetha also fell on top of him. Her thighs tangled, making it difficult, and she lifted her right leg, resting it on the sofa arm. Her left leg dangled, her foot on the floor. Her head rested on the sofa cushion, looking at Bharat with intoxication. Geetha's chin was in front of his lips. His penis began to press into Geetha's thighs.

Geetha couldn't bear it. Her whole body tingled, and she moved down, not wanting it. 

This time, Bharat got stuck between her navel and thighs. 

Her hand on his back became heavy, making him uncomfortable, so she moved it to his stomach. With his right hand, he held Geetha's left cheek. He was confused about where to put his left hand.

Geetha smiled sweetly, delighted. He fluttered his eyelashes, looking into her eyes. Just then, he felt the softness of Geetha's bosom on his chest. He looked down. Her pallu was in the way. Geetha noticed it, and she took her left hand, which was under her head, and put her fingers on her forehead, pushing her hair back.

Bharat felt shy, and seeing that, Geetha's cheeks glowed like rosebuds. Again, he lifted his head, leaned forward with difficulty, and kissed her under the chin.

"Ss..." she moaned, burying her face in Bharat's neck. He rubbed his lips in the curve of her left neck. She swayed as she lay on Bharat. Passionately, she put her hand inside his T-shirt on his stomach, examining the firmness of his chest.

She lifted her neck and looked into his eyes.

"Miss, do you like my chest?" Bharat asked.

She averted her gaze. He kissed her chin. "Ah...”

"Tell me, Miss..." he asked with a laugh.

She nodded vertically with shyness.

"Do you want to see?" he pressed. She remained silent, not knowing what to say.

"Geetha, no... this is going too far. It won't be in your control," she thought.

He removed his hand from Geetha's face, about to unbutton her. She understood and shook her head, saying no. He stopped.

"Did you like the kiss?" Geetha asked.

"Yes, Miss," Bharat replied.

She lifted herself slightly, putting her face close to his. She held his head with both hands. Bharat was looking at her lips. Both were trembling, like shivering in the cold, and in lust. 

For a moment, Bharat's body tingled, and his penis started throbbing. It brushed against Geetha's navel, and moisture accumulated between her thighs.

She bit her lip and looked at him. Bharat was delighted. Geetha tilted her neck slightly to the right and pressed her lips on his lower lip for two seconds, trying to release, but with that warm touch, desire surged, and he captured her lip with his teeth. Though he didn't bite, he began to nibble her lip with his teeth.

"Mm..." Geetha hummed. When he lifted back, it stretched and released. Both were breathing heavily.

"Ha... don't bite, dear," Geetha said.

"What did I do, Miss? I don't know how to," Bharat replied playfully.

Again, he ruffled her hair with his left hand, held her chin with his right hand, and exhaling on her nose, "I'll teach you, shh... bite with your lips."

Holding her chin with two fingers, he lifted it and covered his upper lip with both his lips. Then he took Geetha's lower lip. Both their lips intertwined perfectly. He sucked her lip. They broke apart. He laughed once.

This time, she tilted her face to the left and put her mouth into his. Bharat took her upper lip and began to suck. She released again. It’s flesh stretched and snapped back. Saliva linked between their lips.

Bharat clearly put his left hand on Geetha's waist this time. As soon as he directly and softly touched her warm waist skin, her body quivered. His hand fit perfectly in the curve of her waist.

"Ah... Ss..." Geetha gasped. He pressed with four fingers there. Geetha's body became heavy, she closed her eyes, kissed his face, and moaned, unable to breathe.

"Ah... don't hold so tight," she pleaded.

"You are very delicate, Miss. Your waist is soft like cake..." he said, squeezing with two fingers.

"Ah... Mm..." Geetha whimpered. He took her lips. For seven minutes, Bharat passionately bit her lips with his, while Geetha pulled his hair back.

"Ha... Hah... Miss... stop," Bharat gasped.

"Huh..." Geetha panted. Both were breathing heavily. The pressure between Bharat's legs was increasing, was crushed under her waist.

"Miss, get up," Bharat urged.

"What happened, dear?" Geetha asked, still dazed.

"Th-that..." He struggled to explain. 

Geetha, in that daze, had only mischievous thoughts. She moved her hand down from his chest, and with a smile, she stroked Bharat's swollen pants. Bharat closed his eyes and writhed. "Ah... Miss." 

Just then, someone called out, "Geetha..." 

Both got scared, and Geetha ran into the bedroom. Bharat picked up his book, put it on his thighs, and started pretending to read.

+

February 13th, Evening.

Geetha gathered all the clothes that needed washing into the basket and put them in the washing machine. She turned it on and went into the kitchen; washing dishes at this time every day had become a habit. 

She was washing in the sink when her phone displayed a Jio service message. She glanced at it and realized it was almost time for Bharat to arrive. 

She thought she'd finish washing before that. 

She wondered what would happen today after remembering yesterday, why she was enjoying all this, and if it was right to romance Bharat like this since Gautam wasn't there. 

As she was thinking, steps followed from maindoor to kitchen walking stealthily like a cat. Her saree pallu was tucked above her navel, revealing her waist, and she was smiling mischievously to herself, shrugging her shoulders. She knew someone was approaching silently. Slowly his hand caressed on her waist, at the curve of her pleats, and squeezed it. 

Geetha felt a passionate jolt, quivered.

"Iss... Bharat, this is the second time. Do you want a beating?" she said, turning back to see a six-foot-tall figure with naughty laughing lips.

"Silly girl... why do you call Bharat? Were you shocked?"

In the blink of an eye, Geetha's eyes widened with fear. "You... ah?... That... Bh..."

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To be continued…….

[raja shri]

Amazing update bro.... kissing scene is very hot and seductive ...I think next update is some kind of lesbian scene start ..let see what happens next...

[Ananthukutty]

Super update

[Dorabooji]

Excellent dude

[thunderbolt]

What a story.. Excellent

[Projectmp]

Eagerly waiting for 14th Feb.. suspecting something big is gonna happen

[Naga240]

Super update, nice and erotic

[Haran000]

February 14th,


The college bell shrilled, and Geetha stepped out, the day's lessons already a blur. 

Geetha’s eyes caught sight of Bharat and Vikas near the bakery, and she called out to Bharath.

He neared her.

“What is it, Miss?” Bharat asked, his voice tinged with a familiar shyness.

“Why didn't you come for tuition yesterday?” Geetha inquired, a hint of concern in her tone. Bharat hesitated, his gaze flickering away. “What happened? Can’t you tell me?” she pressed gently.

“Well, Miss, if I tell you, you’ll feel uncomfortable,” he mumbled, his discomfort palpable.

Geetha raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity igniting. “Really? What is it?”

Bharat, still avoiding her gaze, shifted on his feet. “Miss, should I come today?”

“Why not?” Geetha asked, puzzled by his evasiveness.

“I’ll come Miss, I’ll tell you after I get home,” he insisted, then quickly made his exit with Vikas.

Puzzled and a little annoyed, Geetha wondered what could be so secretive. She shrugged and headed home, the mystery nagging at her. 

The moment she reached her door, it swung open, revealing Gowtham, a warm smile gracing his lips.

“Good evening, Madam,” he greeted, his eyes twinkling.

“Hey… You’re too much,” Geetha playfully retorted, a smile spreading across her face.

Before she could react, Gowtham’s hand closed around hers, and he pulled her into the bedroom, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Oh, I just got here, wait,” Geetha protested, though her resistance was half-hearted.

He swiftly pinned her against the wardrobe, cupped her face, and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. A soft moan escaped Geetha’s lips.

“Ha… It’s Valentine’s Day today, darling, i forgot in the morning ,” Gowtham whispered against her mouth.

“I love you,” she responded, her voice a soft murmur.

“I love you too”


Their lips met again, a deeper, more lingering kiss. As their bodies pressed together, arms wrapped tightly around each other, Gowtham’s kisses trailed down her neck, sending a delicious surge of heat through her. With a playful shove, she pushed him back, and he tumbled onto the bed. Geetha, now above him, began unbuttoning his shirt, her lips following the line of his throat.

He effortlessly flipped her, laying her beneath him, and shed his own shirt. Geetha sat up, her hands finding the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. Their lips met once more, a fiery exchange of desire.

“Hah… I can’t believe these lips have tasted someone else, Geetha,” Gowtham said, a hint of something unreadable in his voice.

“Don’t remind me of that again, umm,” she replied, a faint blush creeping up her neck.

—-

Just last evening, in the warmth of the kitchen, she’d felt an embrace from behind. 

Expecting Bharat, she’d turned, only to find Gowtham, a wide smile on his face.

“Why did you say Bharat?” Gowtham had asked, his smile faltering slightly.

Geetha had been caught off guard, her mind racing for an explanation. The first thing that popped into her head tumbled out. “I mean, it’s Bharat’s time to come. The other day, he suddenly came and grabbed me like this and kissed me, so I hit him.”

Gowtham had burst out laughing. “Oh no… Poor boy, seeing this beautiful waist, maybe he got carried away, and you hit him for that?”

“Ha… Why didn’t you even call to say you were coming…” Geetha had quickly changed the subject, her cheeks still warm.

“I wanted to surprise you, but you surprised me,” he’d countered, a playful glint back in his eyes.

“What did I give you?” she’d feigned innocence.

“Hey, you silly girl, you said Bharat…” he’d teased, his eyes narrowing slightly.

She hadn't known what to do. Her gaze fell to Gowtham’s lips, and acting on instinct, she grabbed his shoulder, pulling him closer. She kissed him sweetly, a desperate attempt to erase his suspicion. Gowtham deepened the kiss, taking her upper lip between his, pinning her against the wall in a passionate embrace.

When their lips finally parted, Gowtham’s hand went to her saree pallu, pulling it away. He buried his face in her cleavage, his lips leaving a trail of kisses.

“Umm…” Geetha sighed, a tremor running through her.

He lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “You said the boy kissed you, where?”

“Please don’t ask me such things and make me uncomfortable,” Geetha pleaded, her voice barely a whisper.

“Tell me,” he insisted, his gaze unwavering.

With her right index finger, she pointed to the side of her left shoulder, just below her neck. “Here.”

Gowtham immediately bent down, his lips finding the spot she indicated.

“Ah… Mmm,” Geetha moaned, a mix of surprise and pleasure.

They held each other tightly, a silent understanding passing between them.

“Did you corrupt the boy who comes for tuition with your beauty?” Gowtham teased, pulling her even tighter, his lips grazing her neck.

“Sss… No…” Geetha whispered, her breath catching.

“Where else did he kiss you?” he pressed, his voice soft but persistent.

“On the lips,” she confessed, her voice almost inaudible.

Gowtham stiffened, tilting his head back to meet her eyes. Geetha bit her tongue, her gaze flitting away shyly. 

A nagging question echoed in her mind: Why was Gowtham asking all these questions?

“Please, darling, forget about it,” she pleaded, a knot forming in her stomach.

“Hey… Why… He must have found something good. Tell me, how did it feel when he did that?” he cajoled, his expression unreadable.

“Aren’t you angry, darling?” she asked, a tentative hope in her voice.

“Why would I be? Tell me, you didn’t do anything wrong. It would be wrong if you did it without my knowledge, but you’re telling me, so what’s the problem?” Gowtham said, his tone reassuring.

“But…” Geetha began, still unsure.

“It’s okay, alright…” he interrupted, a gentle smile on his face.

Geetha remained in a state of surprise, unable to fully comprehend Gowtham’s calm reaction.

Still holding her close, their lips entwined, from kitchen they moved into the hall. They paused there, and Geetha’s fingers went to the buttons of Gowtham’s shirt, unfastening them one by one. Her hands then moved to his trousers, unzipping them, and sliding inside. Her fingers found his erection, caressing it with a soft touch.

“Ha…” Gowtham gasped, a shiver running through him.

Their lips met again, a fiery kiss. As her fingers and nails traced his length, his pants stretched taut, and his penis sprang free. It was the first time Geetha had seen Gowtham’s dick clearly. A tremor ran through her legs at the sight.

Gowtham, however, was confused by the subtle shift in Geetha’s demeanor. He held her face, stopping her movements, and kissed her cheeks. “Umm… Hey girl, is that you?”

“Hah…” Geetha breathed, her eyes wide.

She squeezed his penis tightly with four fingers, a sudden surge of boldness coursing through her.

“Ha… Geetha, fu…” Gowtham gasped, his body trembling.

She released him and took his left hand, guiding it to her breasts. He gently squeezed her right breast, and her bra hooks came undone. His hand slipped inside, his fingers kneading her flesh.

“Iss…” Geetha hissed, her breath hitched.

Her hand, in turn, found his penis again. Even though Gowtham’s penis wasn’t particularly large, she lovingly touched and squeezed it, a newfound fascination in her touch.

Gowtham was panting, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Geetha knelt before him, her gaze fixed on his penis. A new curiosity sparked within Gowtham, wondering what she would do next.

Ramya’s words, a distant memory, echoed in Geetha’s mind. The first time she’d seen her husband’s masculinity, a wave of new, lustful thoughts, naughty desires, and wicked excitement had washed over her. Hesitantly, she brought her face closer to Gowtham’s dick, studying it. Despite a faint scent, she ignored it, and then, she kissed his glands. A low groan escaped Gowtham’s lips.

“You watch too much porn, you silly girl,” Gowtham chuckled, his voice husky.

“Darling, do you like it if I do this…” she asked, looking up into his eyes, a playful, lustful glint in her own.

A mischievous smile spread across Gowtham’s face. “I don’t know either, I never felt like asking you. Now that you’ve kissed it, I like it.”

She lowered two fingers, caressing Gowtham’s testicles. Her wet lips sought his dick head once more, another soft kiss. Gowtham trembled with pleasure, his hand finding the back of Geetha’s head, holding her close.

“Darling, ask me anything, my friend told me she does this when her man asks… You ask me,” Geetha whispered, her voice laced with a newfound boldness.

This was the first time Geetha had ever spoken so intimately about such things. Gowtham found himself intoxicated by her words, a delicious warmth spreading through him.

Gowtham moved his hips, rubbing the glans of his dick against her lips, a silent invitation. 

The next moment, he looked into his wife’s eyes, his own filled with desire. “I want you, Geetha…suck me bangaru ”

Geetha lifted her eyelids, her gaze meeting his with love. She opened her mouth, and his penis slipped between her lips. A pleasurable “ah…” escaped his lips.

She took his penis completely into her mouth, sucking it three times before releasing it. He moved it in her lips three more times, his veins filling with blood, his moans growing louder. 

She tilted her head back, and he ejaculated on the pallu of her saree around her neck. 

Geetha knew Gowtham couldn’t last long. She wiped away the evidence with her pallu and came up to hug him.

“You don’t have to do it if you’re uncomfortable, that’s why I didn’t ask,” Gowtham said, his voice soft, almost apologetic.

“Darling, we need to get much closer, I don’t know why, but I feel like we’re not doing well in this matter,” Geetha confessed, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

Gowtham held Geetha’s face, looked into her eyes, and kissed her tenderly. “I know, darling, I just realized it recently.”

He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bedroom, and gently seated her on the bed. 

Then, he began to untie her saree. Kissing her, Gowtham asked, “Where did you put it?”

Pointing to the table next to them, Geetha replied, “It’s in the drawer.”

Gowtham opened the drawer, retrieved the dildo, and returned to the bed. He kissed Geetha, moved her panty aside, turned the dildo on, and pressed it against her pussy. Her labia trembled, her body shivered, and she closed her eyes. “Ah darling,” she breathed, leaning onto Gowtham’s shoulders.

Gowtham pushed it two inches into her pussy. Geetha spread her legs even wider, welcoming it, and began to move her hips. He continued to stimulate her, his gaze fixed on her face. He pulled her face to his, kissing her lips, never breaking the rhythm of his movements.

As Geetha moaned lustfully, her face a canvas of pleasure, Gowtham’s own organ began to stir back to life. He sat next to her, continuing to stimulate his wife’s pussy with the plastic penis. Geetha leaned on one elbow, her other hand reaching for the back of Gowtham’s head, pulling him closer for another kiss.

“Mmm darling, you never did all this when you were here?” Geetha murmured, her voice husky with desire.

“Why talk about all that now, bangaru,” Gowtham replied, a sly grin playing on his lips. “If I couldn’t stop myself seeing you on video call, now that I see you like this,” Geetha looked at him lustfully, releasing his head and taking hold of his penis. “Ah.”

Caressing his penis, Geetha purred, “This time, it looks like it’ll be for the second round.”

Gowtham climbed onto the bed and sat near Geetha’s face. As he bent down and stimulated her pussy with the vibrator, Geetha took his penis into her mouth again.

“Ah.. no fucking?” Gowtham questioned, a hint of playful impatience in his voice.

“Umm… Let’s do it like this today…” she said, taking it in again and sucking. Even though her husband’s penis was small, she lovingly licked and tasted it, her movements slow and deliberate.

“Your wish, ha,” Gowtham chuckled, his eyes heavy with pleasure.

She released his organ, leaned back, and swayed, stopping Gowtham’s hand, reaching her own climax. Gowtham then tossed the vibrator aside and kissed Geetha’s neck. Geetha, however, picked up his penis again and started sucking. Gowtham stopped her, took it out, and let her hold it in her hand. As he moved it, it ejaculated into her hand.

———

[Haran000]

Currently, Geetha lifted her saree and langa, sitting between his legs. He unzipped his pants and pulled them off. He then pulled down her panty, letting it slide down one leg. He leaned over Geetha and slid inside her.


“Sss…” Geetha hissed, a soft sound of pleasure.

She wrapped her arms around Gowtham’s back, hugging him tightly. He began thrusting, his movements furious and uninhibited.

“Ha… darling,” Geetha gasped, her breath catching in her throat.

“Ha, tell me,” Gowtham urged, his voice strained.

“Slow… Do it slowly,” she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper.

“Hah…” Gowtham moaned, but he didn’t slow down. He continued his relentless thrusting, and Geetha, lost in the throes of passion, kissed him with equal fervor.

“Darling, please stop,” Geetha begged, her voice strained.

“Ah, I can’t stop, Geetha, umm…” he groaned, his body consumed by desire.

She held Gowtham’s face, her gaze locking with his. “Listen to what I’m saying, darling, do it slowly…”

She knew Gowtham wasn’t like that; he was usually quick. 

“Darling, relax… Hmm… Do it slowly.”

Gowtham, on the verge of ejaculation with two more thrusts, suddenly froze. He took a deep, shaky breath, his eyes meeting hers.

“Ah… Slowly, slowly, do it,” Geetha urged, her voice a soft command.

He slowly thrust and pulled back, the deliberate pace sending shivers of pleasure through Geetha. She closed her eyes, bit her lips, and squeezed Gowtham’s neck with her fingers.

“Yes… Darling… That’s it.” He repeated the movement, slowly, deliberately. “Do it like that.”

Geetha had never commanded Gowtham with her voice in bed, only with gestures; this was the first time. Seeing the raw desire on her face, he became even more aroused. He thrust hard once, and she groaned, gripping his shoulders tightly.

“Ha… Yes… Do it, ah, don’t stop…fuck” she whispered, her voice breathless.

He slowly thrust and pulled his penis in and out of her pussy, the slow, deliberate friction building immense pleasure within Geetha as her husband rubbed her wet pussy folds. As she held Gowtham’s hips and swayed lustfully and slowly, she brought her face to his and sucked his lips.

“Mmm… Yes, just like that.” He couldn’t hold back anymore and ejaculated, collapsing next to her, panting heavily.



After a while, Gowtham got up and moved off the bed. This was the second time Geetha had seen Gowtham completely naked. He walked to the side table, picked up a packet from his bag. It contained a dress. He took it out and showed it to her.

It was a white night robe, made of thin velvet fabric, with a drawstring at the waist and loose sleeves. Geetha smiled when she saw it.

“Who did you buy that for?” she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.

“For you.”

Geetha pouted playfully. “I won’t wear it.”

Gowtham chuckled. “Why not?”

“Oh, how can I wear that? I’m not used to it. Besides, if I wear that, everything will be visible, is there anything else?” she protested, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

“Hey, wear it,” he insisted, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

He climbed back onto the bed, sat in front of Geetha, and kissed her lips. “Some people abroad wear those even if they’re not beautiful, you wear it, I want to see how sexy you look.”

Slowly, he pulled down Geetha’s langa, moved her saree aside, and gently made Geetha naked under the blanket. Geetha was surprised by the sudden change in Gowtham, a newfound assertiveness in his actions.

“But…” she began.

“No ‘buts,’ just wear it and show me now,” he interrupted, his voice firm but playful.

She sat holding the blanket over her breasts with her left hand. He offered the dress to her right hand. “Close your eyes,” she said, her voice a whisper.

He closed them. Her bra was under Gowtham’s foot, and when she tried to pull it, he stopped her. “Don’t need these, just wear that.”

“What? I can’t. You’re acting so strange,” she protested, a mix of shock and amusement in her voice.

“I’m not doing anything, just wear it,” he replied, his eyes still closed.

“Do I have to?” she asked, a hint of exasperation in her tone.

“You’re asking again, wear it quickly, how long do I have to keep my eyes closed?” he teased.

That was it. She knelt and quickly pulled on the dress.

“Ya over,” she announced, a shy smile on her face.

He opened his eyes and looked. He was behind Geetha. Her buttocks were high and alluring, perfectly framed by the sheer fabric. He knelt behind Geetha and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck.

“Mmm… Let me go, you said you’d look and then you didn’t even look, what is this…” Geetha murmured, a playful complaint.

Geetha got off the bed and stood up. The dress’s sleeves were loose, but the rest of it hugged her body, showing off her curves. Her left nipple was also visible through the thin fabric. He got up too, stepped off the bed, and hugged Geetha tightly.

“Ha… Geetha, how sexy you look…” Gowtham breathed, his voice filled with admiration.

“Oh, that’s enough, it’s not the right time,” Geetha said, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

He immediately pulled her onto bed, untied the drawstring at her waist. He bent down, his lips finding her breasts, kissing them passionately.



“Mmm… Darling, should I call Bharat and tell him not to come? You’re in a good mood,” Geetha suggested, her voice laced with playful seduction.

As he held her breasts, kissed her, Geetha laid him down and climbed on top, rubbing his penis on her pussy. It wasn't getting fully erect. She sighed slightly, then moved back, bent down, lifted his soft organ, and licked it below.

“Uff, need to rest stop,” Gowtham groaned, his body trembling.

“I’ll take care of it, you stay calm darling. If you go to Canada, I won’t get you until I come,” Geetha whispered, her determination clear.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

The insistent trill of the phone cut through the morning stillness. "It must be Bharath, put on your clothes," Geetha murmured, picking up the fallen saree from Gautam’s slackened grip. 

Gautam pulled on his pants, then stopped her.

"Don't bother with the saree," he said, a glint in his eye. "Stay like this all day."

Geetha demurred, "I'll wear it again tonight, but Bharat is here now, isn't he?" 

Gautam simply put on his shirt. "It's fine, stay like this."

"Are you crazy?" she asked, bewildered. 

He closed the distance between them, kissed her nose, and whispered, "Stay like this and see what Bharat says when he sees you." Geetha couldn't fathom his reasoning. Gautam, however, was eager to witness how her beauty would captivate another man.

He went to the door and opened it.

"Hi, sir," Bharat greeted, stepping inside.

"Hi, Bharat, how are you?" Gautam replied.

"I'm fine, sir. Did you come yesterday? Miss didn't tell me you were coming."

Gautam chuckled. "Haha... I surprised your Miss." Bharat settled onto the sofa as Geetha entered, offering a polite greeting.

"Why didn't you come yesterday, Bharat?" she asked.

Bharat froze for a moment, his gaze fixed on Geetha. Her fair thighs, the clinging robe perfectly outlining her curves, held him captive. A slight tremor touched his lips, a detail Gautam didn't miss. 

In a fleeting two seconds, Bharat’s eyes devoured Geetha from head to toe. Geetha, suddenly shy, couldn't meet his gaze directly.

Why did he ask me to stay like this when he said no? Wasn't what he did the other day enough? she wondered, her mind racing.

"Okay, sit down, I'll be back," she mumbled, quickly retreating to the kitchen.

"Bharat..." Gautam’s voice was a gentle probe, but Bharat remained oblivious, his eyes still following Geetha’s retreating figure.

"Bharat!" Gautam repeated, a touch more firmly. This time, Bharat snapped to attention, quickly turning towards him.

"Oh! ... Sir."

"Why didn't you come yesterday? Your Miss asked, won't you tell her?" Gautam pressed.

"Sir, that..." Bharat stammered.

"That what?" Gautam moved to sit beside him, a hand resting on Bharat's shoulder. Bharat lowered his head, a soft chuckle escaping him.

"What happened, why are you laughing?" Gautam inquired.

"Sir, I came yesterday, but then you and Miss... in the kitchen..." Bharat trailed off.

"Ha..." Gautam prompted.

"So I left. I didn't want to disturb you."

Gautam burst into laughter. "Hahaha... You're a good boy."

Geetha reappeared, drawn by the sound. "Why the laughter?"

"You scared the poor boy," Gautam teased.

"Oh, what did I do?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"He said he saw us in the kitchen yesterday and went back home."

Geetha immediately pouted, casting a reproachful glance at Bharat, whose face was a picture of anxious amusement. She then turned an angry look at Gautam before retreating to the bedroom. Gautam followed.

"What happened, come here," he coaxed.

"I can't be like this in front of him," she insisted.

"Oh, it's nothing?"

"He's my student."

Gautam leaned forward, whispering in her ear, "Oh, you thought he was a student when you kissed him?" His words, laced with playful innuendo about Bharat, sent a tingling sensation through Geetha’s thighs. She couldn't bring herself to confess the warm feeling Bharat stirred within her. Shyly, she hid her face.

"That was a mistake, wasn't it?" she murmured. "I told you, why are you teasing me about it?"

"Can I ask you something else, will you tell me?" Gautam pressed.

"Ha..." she agreed.

"He comes every day, doesn't he? Has he ever stared intently at you?"

"Why are you asking this?" Geetha's brow furrowed.

"Tell me, does your beauty disturb him? And why wouldn't it?"

Geetha, secretly pleased, responded with a soft "ya..."

"He said you look good in a churidar, did you ask him what he liked about you?" Gautam continued.

"Stop, stop, why are you asking this at all?" she protested, though a faint blush colored her cheeks.

"I feel very proud when someone else praises my wife," Gautam declared.

"That's enough," Geetha said. "I just need to be visible to you, why to everyone?"

"Yes, but I feel like I need some change. You're so beautiful, I feel like you could wear modern dresses instead of always these sarees and salwar suits."

Geetha found no fault in Gautam’s words. Teasingly pinching Gautam’s nose, she asked, "Why these desires now, when you didn't have them when we were newly married?"

"It seems your beauty is increasing day by day," he replied, smiling. Geetha returned his smile, shyness blossoming on her cheeks.

"As you wish," she conceded.

"Come on, your student might leave again."

"Let him go if he wants," she retorted playfully.

Later, Geetha had no choice but to engage with Bharat for his tuition, yet a lingering discomfort clung to her. This particular dress was even more revealing than the last; a slight bend would expose her panty. Taking a deep breath, she resolved to manage the situation and sat down beside Bharat.

Bharat, whose face was buried in his book, immediately glanced at her thighs as she settled. Geetha noticed. She subtly pinched his hand, and he instantly averted his gaze.

As Geetha pulled out the Maths book and began explaining, she instinctively leaned closer to Bharat, her hand resting behind his back as she watched him solve problems. Just then, Gautam entered, sitting on the sofa to their right, observing Geetha's close proximity to Bharat. When she met his gaze, he offered a faint smile. Geetha felt a slight tremor.

Bharat, meanwhile, was oblivious to the shift in the room; his movements had ceased the moment Geetha's touch. The velvet of Geetha's dress felt soft against his right hand, and through the thin fabric, he could feel the warmth of her body.

Gautam remained seated, impassive. Geetha then retrieved a drawing book from Bharat's bag. "You know, darling," she said to Gautam, "he draws very well."

"Oh, really? Nice, Bharat," Gautam responded.

"Here, look." She held the book with her right hand, her left hand pressed against the tea pot, and leaned forward, deliberately allowing Gautam a glimpse of her cleavage. She looked at him intensely before handing him the book. At that precise moment, Bharat looked up to see what she was offering. 

Right before his eyes, Geetha's dress lifted slightly, revealing the lower edges of her off-white panty. His eyes widened. The lower curves of Geetha's soft, "cotton-pillow-like" buttocks came into view, and his crotch throbbed. He quickly placed a hand there, attempting to regain control. 

Gautam took the book with a faint smile, admiring Geetha's beauty.

They were unaware of Bharat's silent observation. Geetha sat back down as Gautam flipped through the pages. "Oh, it's true, they're good," he commented, then looked at Bharat, who could only nod, speechless. Geetha glanced at Bharat; he looked troubled.

"What happened, Bharat?" she asked. "Won't you at least thank Gautam sir?"

Looking towards Gautam, Bharat stammered, "Th-Thanks, sir." His shoulders trembled. He felt it was wrong for him to be there. Sensing his discomfort, Geetha leaned over and whispered in his ear, "What happened, boy?"

"Miss, I'm leaving," he replied.

"Why?"

"You seem to be in a different mood. Did I disturb you?"

She held his hand. "No, it's not like that..."

"What, will you only tell your teacher, not me?" Gautam interjected.

"He says he's leaving?" Geetha explained to Gautam.

"Why, no tuition today?" Gautam inquired of Bharat.

"That is, sir..."

"How about watching a new movie then?" 

At the mention of a movie, Bharat felt a flicker of hope, and the thought of escaping studying appealed to him.

"Ha sir, let's watch," he agreed eagerly.

"Hey, study! No movie or anything. You go and sleep, you have to leave early morning tomorrow," Geetha countered, firm in her resolve.

"Miss, please Miss, let's watch a movie," Bharat pleaded.

"Hey, the movie will be over by nine, how will you go home so late at night?"

"Miss, I came on my bicycle, it's fine, Miss." It was then that she noticed Bharat's erection.

Why is he like that now? So, earlier... Oh God... did he see that? Oh no, what do I do now?

"No, I won't agree, he has to study," she stated firmly.

"Why are you stressing now? Is it just studying, Geetha? Let him watch, he says he wants to watch a movie," Gautam urged.

"Sir, you..." She had no more words.

"Please Miss, if you say no, then no," Bharat said, his voice laced with resignation. Geetha watched as he spoke, noting the sway between his thighs.

Does he even know what that is? Ugh!

"Tell me, Miss, if you say no, then no," he repeated.

"Do what you want," she finally conceded, pouting at Gautam.

Gautam received a call and stepped outside to talk. As soon as he left, Geetha pinched Bharat.

"Ah... Miss!" he exclaimed softly.

"Won't you study? Do you want movies?" she scolded.

"Sir said we could watch, Miss, that's why," he defended himself.

"So you should have said you'd study, don't you have manners?"

He smiled, his gaze dropping to Geetha's thighs, then back to her eyes, then down to her thighs again. She instinctively pulled the edges of her dress down.

"Miss, this dress looks even better, you look very sexy," he whispered. Geetha's cheeks flushed.

"Oh, go away!" she exclaimed, a mix of shyness and discomfort.

Bharat moved closer, his face near her ear. "Miss, tell me the truth, did I disturb you when I came? Sorry, Miss."

"No, it's not like that," she replied. He inhaled deeply at her neck.

"Ah... Miss, you are so hot." As Bharat uttered those words, her nipples hardened. He pressed his nose into her neck and rubbed.

"Ah... Bharat, no," she breathed, her voice a fragile protest.

"Miss, tell me the truth, what would you have done if I hadn't come?" Geetha couldn't stop smiling with shyness, covering her face with her hands.

"Chee, go away, Bharat, you shouldn't ask me such things."

"Miss, I saw your panty earlier, it was off-white. Uff!" She was shocked; she hadn't expected such a bold statement from him. "I want to lick your thighs again, Miss."

“Oh!... What is he saying? He's becoming so naughty. 

Geetha, you've given him too much leeway.”

"Shameless, is this how you talk to your teacher?"

Just then, Gautam re-entered. Bharat instantly fell silent, sitting ramrod straight. Geetha, too, stiffened. Gautam didn't seem to have heard anything.

"That, sir... it's nothing," Bharat mumbled.

"If it's nothing, why is she pinching you? Tell me."

"He praised me," Geetha quickly interjected. Bharat grew even more anxious.

"Sorry," he muttered.

"What did you praise her about?" Gautam asked, curious. Geetha averted her gaze, as if the conversation had nothing to do with her.

"Uh... well... miss is hot...", Bharat stammered, his face falling. 

Gautam laughed heartily. Geetha, pleased, lowered her face and chuckled.

"It's okay, Bharat, why are you so tense about this?" Gautam said, still amused. "Is your Geetha teacher really hot?" Bharat also lowered his face and, in a hushed voice, replied, "Y-yes, Gautam sir, teacher is very sexy."

Gautam let out another laugh. "Hahaha..." He came and sat next to Geetha. "Did you hear that, Madam? What your student said?" Geetha, overwhelmed with shyness, buried her face in Gautam's lap.

Gautam believed Geetha was simply enjoying a harmless flirtation with Bharat. She had told him the kiss was a mistake, and that Bharat had praised her, but she hadn't revealed her true feelings. Gautam saw this as a welcome diversion for Geetha, who often spent her days alone. As Bharat spoke of Geetha, a subtle sense of pride swelled within Gautam.

Bharat got up, took the TV remote, and opened Prime, selecting a movie he had recently watched. He then turned off the lights. Geetha rose and rearranged herself on the sofa. Bharat sat on the left end, Gautam on the right, and Geetha in the middle, holding Gautam's left hand and resting her head on his shoulder.

All three watched the movie. Initially, Bharat was engrossed, but after a while, he became acutely aware of his "sexy teacher's" thighs next to him and turned his gaze in her direction. While Geetha and Gautam were focused on the screen, Bharat silently reveled in the sight of Geetha's left thigh. His hands itched to touch it, but fear held him back. He couldn't concentrate on the movie at all; his eyes were drawn to Geetha and Gautam, cuddling together.

Slowly, he lowered his right hand, pressing it against the sofa cushion, and then moved it forward, lightly tracing Geetha's thigh like a peacock feather. Geetha tingled and flinched, shifting her leg. Bharat nervously pulled his hand back immediately.

“What is he doing now, trying to touch me? No, Bharat, don't touch me, it's already cold”, she thought, a confusing mix of apprehension and something else.

After a moment, he touched her again in the same delicate way. A shiver ran down Geetha's spine. Even with Gautam so close, she felt a peculiar intoxication from the warmth of Bharat’s hand. She thought for a moment, leaned back, lifted her left hand, and placed it on the sofa behind Bharat's head. As expected, Bharat moved further down the sofa. Geetha continued to watch the TV, feigning unawareness.

Bharat leaned back, shifting his weight down, and moved a little closer to Geetha, placing his face under her armpit, seeking her scent. He sniffed, exhaling a warm breath once. Through the thin fabric, that warmth touched her delicate skin, sending waves of heat through her body that dissipated between her legs. Her body, almost against her will, moved even closer to Bharat. She glanced at Gautam once; he was engrossed in the TV. She moved a little closer still. Bharat's head touched her elbow, and she froze, then looked down.

Bharat wasn't watching the movie at all; his face was buried under her armpit, eyes closed as if sleeping, and he was sniffing.

“Ah... Geetha, what are you doing? You're going crazy, 

giving him this much attention right next to your husband!”

Bharat opened his eyes. Geetha quickly looked back at the TV, shyly. He had caught her. He chuckled. He lifted his head and kissed her armpit. Geetha trembled. Her desire intensified, and she pursed her lips, tightening her grip on Gautam's left hand. Gautam looked at her.

"I'm cold," Geetha mumbled.

"Hmm..." Gautam replied. While Bharat was igniting a warmth within her by inhaling her scent, Gautam kissed her forehead. Her passion was escalating.

A few minutes later, still watching TV, Bharat kissed her armpit again. She held her breath, suppressing her trembling. She immediately lowered her raised hand. Even as she moved closer to Gautam, the internal heat drew Bharat closer, simultaneously holding her back.

Confused, she looked at Bharat, who was now watching TV. She chuckled, a nervous sound. She didn't know what to do. Just then, Bharat glanced at her thighs again. Seeing this, Geetha felt a surge of mischievous desires. But Gautam was right there. She sat up properly and looked down between Bharat’s legs. In the dim TV light, she could see it—it was throbbing. She placed her hand on Bharat once; it was poking through his pants and throbbing. There were no romantic scenes in the movie; she knew it was all because of her. She waited for a while, realizing it would be difficult to remain there. She got up and went to the kitchen.

She drank some water and looked back towards the living room. Bharat was pressing his aroused organ with his left hand. Gautam was completely oblivious. She returned.

"Where did you go?" Gautam asked.

"I went to drink water."

After sitting down, a few minutes later, Bharat slowly touched Geetha's thigh, checking if Gautam was looking. She pinched him with her left hand. Bharat did nothing. A lot of time passed.

"Sir, it's cold, I'll turn off the fan," Bharat finally said.

"Put it low, why turn it off?" Geetha suggested.

"Yeah, turn it off, Bharat, I'm feeling cold too," Gautam added. Bharat got up, turned off the fan, and returned to his seat. The movie interval passed. Only Gautam was truly enjoying the film. Geetha was preoccupied, wondering what Bharat would do next, while Bharat was patiently awaiting an opportunity. Neither of them was genuinely focused on the TV, though their eyes remained fixed on the screen.

Just then, Gautam spoke, "Pause it once, Bharat, I'll go to the washroom." Bharat immediately grabbed the remote and pressed pause. Gautam got up, freeing Geetha's hand, and went to the bedroom.

As soon as Gautam disappeared into the room, Geetha angrily, though lightly, slapped Bharat on the cheek. "Rascal, what are you doing? I told you to study."

"Uh, that, Miss," Bharat stammered.

"Didn't I tell you not to bother me?" she demanded.

"Oh, sorry Miss, but you look super sexy in this dress, you're driving me crazy," he said, laughing softly. Geetha was a mix of shyness and discomfort. She pouted, looking sulky. Bharat's eyes flickered to the bedroom door.

"Miss, please Miss, sit on me," he pleaded.

"Oh, go away, dog!" she snapped.

"Oh, please Miss, please."

"Hey, go away, you've made me angry. Don't come for tuition tomorrow either."

Just then, Gautam emerged from the bedroom. Bharat instantly shut his mouth and sat down, rigid.

An unsettling quiet had settled between Geetha and Bharat. He was absorbed in the television, pointedly ignoring her, and a prickle of neglect began to chafe at her. To stir him, she shifted, leaning against Gautam's lap, her legs rising to rest playfully on Bharat's.

"Hey, why are you putting your legs on him? Take them off," Gautam protested.

"It's okay," Bharat murmured, still not meeting her gaze.

"He says it's okay," Geetha echoed, a subtle triumph in her voice.

Gautam, seemingly unfazed, returned his attention to the screen. Geetha settled her head on Gautam's left thigh, her eyes drifting to Bharat. She watched him, captivated, as his gaze fixed on her fair, luminous thighs. They gleamed even in the subdued light of the television, and she felt his hunger. She feigned interest in the program.

A sudden warmth against the soles of her feet made her shift her leg slightly. Bharat’s steaming erection, then, brushed against her. A flush of heat blossomed between her thighs.

"Ah... is that it...?" The thought barely formed before her leg moved of its own accord, pressing and rubbing against him. Bharat closed his eyes, a jolt of pleasure rippling through him. It swelled, growing even harder.

"No, no," she told herself, a mantra in her mind, yet her foot continued its rhythmic press against his arousal. Bharat swayed gently, a silent tremor. For six breathless minutes, her soft foot shyly caressed that hot rod, a delicious tingle spreading through her body. A flicker of anxiety about what might come next made her pull her leg away.

But Bharat was quicker. He reached out, his hand wrapping around her right leg, stopping her. At his touch, a shiver ran through Geetha's thighs, and she rubbed them together, her labia pressing against her panties, a wave of pleasure washing over her.

Bharat glanced at Gautam, who was still engrossed in the TV. Then, with deliberate precision, Bharat pressed Geetha's big toe against the head of his erection. Geetha brought a hand to her mouth, stifling a moan – "Mmm" – so Gautam wouldn't hear. Still watching TV, Bharat continued to rub his organ against her big toe, sending electric jolts through Geetha's nerves. She held her breath, steadying herself. Fearing Gautam might notice, she gave Bharat a subtle kick, and he released her.

After a moment, she couldn't resist. Geetha herself pressed the sole of her foot against his bulge once more, biting her lips, a look of lust in her eyes. 

"Abba, how big it is, it must be as long as my sole. 

My husband's isn't like this, I'll put his in my mouth..."

"Chee Geetha, what are you thinking?"

Slowly, Bharat slid his hand into the sofa cushion, his fingers brushing the back of Geetha's left knee. A thrill shot through her, and she pressed her big toe against his cock, then released it, watching it spring back and hit him again. Gautam remained genuinely engrossed in the television. Bharat's heart pounded. Geetha, having shed all pretense of shyness, continued to press his cock under her foot. 

"Why is he still letting me do this? How long can he hold it?"

Then, Gautam’s hand descended, slipping under Geetha’s dress near her neck, finding and cupping her left breast. A lightness spread through her body.

"Iss... Andee, what are you doing?" she whispered.

"Ush... Silence," Gautam murmured, his voice low.

He held and squeezed her bubbly boob in his hand. Overcome with an almost unbearable desire, Geetha cradled Bharat's cock between her two big toes. Behind her head, Gautam's own erection rose, brushing against her neck. 

"Geetha, what's happening to you? What are you doing? 

Do you want two men at once?" 

"Cha, why am I thinking like this?" 

A bold thought sparked in her mind: what if she did something with Bharat while Gautam was still right there?

Gautam looked down into her eyes, a slow smile spreading across his face. Geetha, flustered but unable to resist, smiled back. She picked up a sofa cushion beside her and handed it to Gautam.

"Why this?" he asked.

"Put it behind my back."

Gautam, still seemingly oblivious to Bharat, did as she asked. Now, whatever transpired on Gautam's lap would be hidden from Bharat's view. Geetha unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.

"Uff, no Geetha, listen to me," Gautam whispered, a note of desperation in his voice.

Bharat's cock, meanwhile, showed no sign of ejaculating, and as she wondered how much longer it would be, an intense itching began in Geetha's pussy. She leaned down and licked Gautam's cock. He moaned.

"Geetha, stop," Gautam pleaded.

But the overwhelming tingling sensations had made Geetha dizzy; Gautam's words were lost to her. She began to suck his cock. Gautam, lost in pleasure, held the cushion, closed his eyes, and leaned back. On the other side, she continued to rub Bharat's cock.

Both men, at the same instant, Gautam holding her head and Bharat holding her legs, stopped her. Their reason was the same: they were close to cumming.

She let out a shaky sigh and sat up. Gautam zipped up his pants, but Bharat's pants remained tented. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of tingling through Geetha’s pussy, and she couldn't stop herself from reaching out with her left hand and squeezing him through the fabric.

Bharat, unable to bear it, leaned in and moaned in her ear. "Ahh... No, Miss, please... I need to go home," he pleaded, his voice thick with urgency. Gautam, mistaking their hushed conversation for talk about a movie, paid them no mind.

Geetha reached out, placing her hand on Bharat’s thigh, consumed by lust. As she lifted her hand to pull up his T-shirt and slip her hand inside, he caught her hand, holding it, stopping her. His erection, still straining against his pants, swayed visibly.

"Ha... Go home now," she said, her voice laced with a lingering desire.

He sprang up instantly. "Bye sir, bye Miss," he said, grabbing his bag and hurrying out.

"What happened?" Gautam asked, looking perplexed.

"He said something, I didn't hear properly..." Geetha replied, her mind still reeling from the encounter.
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To be continued………..

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Very erotic update

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[Haran000]

Fantastic update the seducing game continue

Thank you 

[Haran000]

February 15th,


Geetha, while going to seventh-grade class, glanced towards the tenth-grade classroom window, her eyes catching a startling sight: Ramya striking Bharat's hand three times with a stick. Bharat, too, noticed Geetha's gaze. For a moment, Geetha's expression hardened into an angry stare.

"Last night, I wished I hadn't watched that movie. Now I'm paying for it. Geetha Miss is clearly annoyed with me for not listening. I wonder when she'll arrive, how she'll look at me, and what excuse I'll concoct when I get to tuition this evening. Even though touching her makes her furious, I have to suppress my desires in front of such beauty and focus on my studies. For my own good, to make a good impression on the teacher, I absolutely have to study. There's no other way. She teaches me so well; I can't betray the trust she places in me. I will study. All I want is to be close to her. Today, she's wearing a red net saree. Her waist is visible, though her navel isn't; she wears it high. Yesterday, when I saw her, I thought, 'What luck, God!' How beautiful she was. That cleavage also took my breath away. My pants were practically squirming. 

And if that wasn't enough, did she really kiss me, or was it just a dream? I'm still lost in that illusion. 

Last night, seeing her thighs in a night robe, looking like vanilla cone ice cream, drove me crazy. She turned towards the board—that back, that waist… it's enough to live just by looking. Just one chance to kiss and lick that back. She's a goddess, a sculpture made of sugar. What can I do? She's annoyed with me today. She's not even looking at me now. She knows I'm looking."


Bharat couldn't tear his gaze away. Geetha, after a single glance, averted her eyes.
"I have to give you a test every day," Geetha announced. "Today, write three problems from the third chapter." She wrote the questions on the board, then sat down. While the students worked, she began taking attendance.

"Pranavi…?"

"Present, Miss."

"Shivani."

"Present, Miss."

"Chandana."

"Present, Teacher."

"Rahul."

"Yes, Miss."

"Kaushik."

"Present, Teacher."



After the test, Geetha slowly walked to the last bench. She stood beside Bharat and placed her hand on his shoulder. Bharat, lost in thought, braced himself for whatever she might say.

"Bharat, collect all the papers from everyone and bring them to the staff room with me," Geetha instructed.

"Okay, Miss," he replied.

He did as told, following Geetha anxiously, wondering what she would say. Once they were in the staff room and he had placed the papers on the table, Geetha sat down. Diwakar was also present. Bharat remained standing, looking vaguely at the air, waiting for her permission to leave. Diwakar soon went out.

She looked up into Bharat's eyes, an angry glint in her gaze.

"Why was Ramya teacher beating you?" Geetha asked.

He lowered his head. "I didn't answer when she asked a question."

She picked up a paper, correcting it with an irritated air. "You should’ve tell her yesterday in tuition that you watched a movie and sniffed Geetha teacher's armpit?"

He remained silent.

"Speak?" Geetha pressed.

"Forgive me, Miss…”

"You took a chance because he was there, thinking I would listen to you," she continued, her voice sharp. "And were you behaving properly? You disturbed me. What about your studies, tell me?"

"I won't do it again, Miss."

"Go…"

"Okay, Miss."

As Bharat turned to step outside, she called out, "Stop." He halted and looked back.

"We need to go to the market in the evening," Geetha said. "Wait near the bakery."

A small smile touched Bharat's lips. "Yes, sure, Miss."

Later that evening, as they walked past the bakery and crossed the road towards the market, Bharat spotted the house with a rose plant on the other side.

"Miss, there's a rose," he said. "Should I get it?"

She turned her neck, narrowed her eyes, and looked at him with annoyance. Despite her expression, he went and plucked it. As he smiled and offered it to her, she pretended to take it, then let it drop. He felt a pang of sadness as the flower fell on road.

"Okay, Miss, I'm going home," Bharat announced.

"No," Geetha replied.

"You're annoyed with me, so why should I be here?" he reasoned. "I'll go."

"So, you're telling me to go alone?" she retorted. "Is that all? Won't you help me?"

Bharat had no answer. He fell into step beside her. In the market, he followed Geetha wherever she went, dutifully carrying the bags of items she handed him. They eventually arrived at Bharat's father's shop, where his father greeted them. Geetha spoke highly of Bharat, praising his studies and good marks, and playfully told his father to keep his phone away. Bharat made a slightly sulky face at that remark. From there, they headed home.

"Miss…" Bharat began.

"Hmm…?"

"What did you do after I left last night?"

"Why do you care?" Geetha’s tone was sharp. "You came for tuition, so act like you came for tuition."

He remained silent for a while, a little chastened. Both were walking on the left footpath, Bharat to her right. As a DCM vehicle passed close by, Geetha instinctively moved closer to Bharat. As he shifted, he placed his left hand on her waist. She flinched slightly.

"Hey, take your hand off!" Geetha exclaimed.

He laughed and removed it.

"Don't increase my anger," she warned.

Not looking directly at her, keeping his gaze straight ahead, Bharat said, "You're not angry with me, Miss. Why do you say that on purpose? If you were really angry, why would you ask me to come?"

"I asked you to come to carry the groceries," Geetha explained.

He laughed. "If you don't pay me for carrying the groceries, I won't carry them."

"So what should I give you?"

"We're in student mode now, right?" Bharat's eyes twinkled mischievously. "I need to switch on puppy mode."

At his impish words, Geetha's lips couldn't help but curve into a faint smile. She pinched his hand.

"Aa…s…ugh, don't pinch me!" he yelped.

"If you overdo it, I won't just change the mode; the entire tuition program will be canceled," she threatened.

"Miss, please, not that," Bharat pleaded. "You yourself said I should study."

"Oh, you remember that?" Geetha challenged. "Then why didn't you remember studying when you wanted to watch a movie yesterday, hero? This morning, Gowtham also said that he might have disturbed your tuition."

"Why are you so serious about just one day?"

"What did your mother ask when you went home yesterday?"

"She asked if I studied and told me to study well."

"What did you say?"

Bharat lowered his head, embarrassed.

"Tell me, what did you say?" Geetha insisted.

"I said I studied."

"See?" Geetha’s voice softened slightly. "You had to lie to your mother. When you come for tuition, you should study at least a little. Instead, you completely pushed your books aside and watched a movie."

"Hmm…"

They reached the supermarket. Geetha went inside to buy oil, sugar, and other necessities. As they navigated the aisles, searching for what they needed, and after passing the third shelf, two women had just walked past them. 

In the corner, by the chocolate shelf, Bharat picked up a large Cadbury Dairy Milk.
Showing it to Geetha, Bharat said, "Miss, I'll take one."

"Take it," she replied.

Then, seeing them leave, Bharat came close to Geetha and put his face near her ear. 

"Miss, your kiss is sweeter than this."

As he said that, Geetha felt a wave of shyness. Her lips couldn't stop; she smiled. With a shy, suppressed laugh, she whispered, "Stop, that's enough."

He unwrapped the chocolate and took a piece.

"Miss, close your eyes," Bharat instructed.

"Why should I close my eyes now?" Geetha asked.

"Just close them once, I'll tell you."

She stopped, momentarily distracted by a search for a tomato sauce packet. She stood there and closed her eyes. Bharat moved even closer, put his head on her shoulder, buried his face in her neck, and rubbed his nose. Geetha began to feel a dizzying intoxication.

“What is he doing? Why am I standing still like this? 

If he kisses me here, ah…”

"Hmm… Bharat, you're overdoing it?" she murmured.

He slowly let his lips touch her neck. Geetha's breath became heavy, and she exhaled. 

"Haa…"

"Miss, open your mouth," Bharat whispered.

"Aa…"

He placed the piece of chocolate in her mouth. As she tasted it, she closed her mouth and savored it.

"Miss, have you ever had chocolate during a kiss?" Bharat asked.

"Uh-huh…" She shook her head sideways.

"Would you like to try it once?"

Hearing that, she was startled. She opened her eyes and looked back. Bharat smiled mischievously.

"Where did you learn these words, you thief, talking to a teacher like that?" Geetha teased.

He pouted innocently. "What did I say, Miss, that you're talking like that?"

"You said chocolate in a kiss, right?"

"Yes."

"You're being too much, Bharat."

Geetha was undeniably delighted; Bharat could see the shyness dancing in her eyes.

"I asked if you'd try it with Gowtham Sir, is that also too much?" Bharat continued, playing innocent. "I don't know, Miss, you're seeing me too negatively today."

“Geetha, you've fallen into his trap. His acting and your shyness match. 

Don't talk anymore.”

"Come on, let's go," Geetha said, trying to regain her composure.

He held the chocolate with both hands, eating and laughing.

"Come on, take the bag," Geetha urged. "We need to go home, you have to study.”

"I'll carry it only if you pay me," he countered.

"There's no payment, nothing," Geetha said, a hint of steel in her voice. "You told Gowtham Sir you'd do what I said, right? Take it and walk."

Bharat's words had somehow made Geetha's annoyance vanish. She deliberately looked at him with feigned rudeness and headed for the billing counter.

Bharat followed her, still eating chocolate. After they had paid and walked outside, Geetha asked, "Are you going to eat it all yourself? Won't you give me any?"

Bharat took out two pieces and offered them to her.

"You bit it, I don’t take" she complained playfully. "Give me the fresh bottom ones."

Again, he put his face near her ear. "Now it's clear who's overdoing it, Miss." He said that and laughed mockingly. He even pulled back the piece he had given her. Geetha didn't say anything.

“Naughty fellow, he's saying why would there be 

hesitation of saliva in this when there aren't any in a kiss.”

He ate half of the chocolate and stopped. After they arrived home, he opened the door, came inside, and put the groceries on the dining table.

"Give me my payment," Bharat demanded.

"I bought you chocolate, that's your payment," Geetha said. "Go, go home, change your clothes, and come back. You have to study."

"Cheating…" he grumbled.

Geetha raised her voice slightly. "What cheating, you? I'm teaching you tuition for free, and you're asking for payment? You go home and come back. If you don't do the problems I told you today, I'll pinch your chest. Have you seen my nails? They'll leave marks."

"Oh no, no, I'll study," he quickly promised.

He put the chocolate on the fridge. "Miss, I put the chocolate there. I'll eat it when I come back. But you shouldn't eat it; it's already got my saliva on it."

Geetha's eyes widened, and she looked at him angrily. He laughed and left.



The door closed with a soft click, an hour after he was due. Geeta, having already changed her saree, watched as he entered, then closed the door again, the redundant action a familiar quirk. He looked at her, his gaze lingering for a moment, then shook his head, a silent sigh of disappointment.

"What is it?" Geeta asked, her voice tinged with a practiced weariness.

Bharat sighed dramatically. "Today, in that red saree, you were a blazing red chili, scorching me. Do you even know how you tease boys?"

"Enough," she retorted, a hint of exasperation in her tone. "You say it every day, and I listen every day."

"Oh, you're still mad at me?" he countered, a playful note in his voice. "Why, Miss? I promise I'll study. We have a social test tomorrow. If you want, ask me questions; I'll even answer them."

"Let's see, let's see, sit down," Geeta conceded, a small smile playing on her lips.

Bharat's foot instinctively turned towards the kitchen. "For chocolate," he announced, already moving.

"That's not going anywhere," Geeta said, her voice firm. "First, grab your books."

He relented, settling down and applying himself diligently to his books. Periodically, Geeta would quiz him. He answered two of her four questions incorrectly, prompting her to make him reread the same sections. Time drifted by. He paused once, breaking the silence.

"Miss, where are you from? I mean native place"

"Karimnagar, dear."

"Miss, our place was also Karimnagar, but after the district division, Vemulawada became a different district. Since coming here, we only go during holidays."

"Oh, so you're from Vemulawada?" Geeta replied, a new interest in her voice.

Bharat laughed, a bright, clear sound. Geeta joined in, their laughter mingling in the quiet room.

"Have you ever been to Rajanna, Miss?" Bharat asked, his eyes sparkling.

"We go every year, dear."

"We too, Miss. We didn't go this time; Mom said we'd go after exams." He shifted, inching closer until their shoulders brushed. Geeta remained silent, a comfortable quiet settling between them.

"Miss, I'll eat chocolate now.”

"Eat," she permitted, her voice soft.

He placed his books on the teapoy and retrieved the chocolate. As he took a piece, cream smeared his fingers. Noticing Geeta's intense gaze, he stopped. "I said I'd give it to you, but you said it was saliva, and now you're looking. Wouldn't it have been better if you bought another one, Miss?"

The top two pieces of chocolate melted, dripping onto his fingers, making them sticky.

"It would have been better if you kept it in the fridge, not on the fridge, dear," Geeta observed, a hint of amusement in her tone. "It's all soft."

"It's nothing, Miss. It'll be over if I eat it," Bharat declared, already popping the piece into his mouth.

Geeta liked that particular chocolate. She usually didn't pay much attention when buying groceries, but seeing Bharat relish it now, a craving stirred within her. She watched his fingers, her mouth watering.

"Hey, dog, give me some!" she demanded playfully.

"Ugh, you said it was saliva; I won't give it," Bharat retorted, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Geeta understood he was teasing her today. She decided to play along, wondering if he'd eventually share. "It's nothing, give it to me, dear. I like Dairy Milk."

He intentionally moved away, laughing. "Uh-uh, I won't give it."

She moved closer. "Pussy, there are only six pieces left. Give me four..." As she reached for the pocket, he laughed, stretching his hand away.

"Give me two pieces at least..." she said, feigning a snap.

"Aha, I'll eat all my labor money myself," he declared triumphantly.

"Won't you give it?"

"No..."

With a swift move, Geeta seized his right hand, still coated in chocolate, and brought his index and middle fingers to her mouth.

Bharat froze, statue-still, his pupils dilating, his gaze fixed on Geeta's lips.

Geeta covered his two fingers with her lips, slowly drew them into her mouth, passionately licked and slurped chocolate with her tongue, then withdrew them, now glistening with her saliva.

Bharat's mind reeled, a whirlwind of confusion and burgeoning desire. 

Geeta moved even closer, her eyes now on the chocolate packet. 

Bharat couldn't meet her gaze directly, the image of what she had just done burned into his mind.

"Give it," she commanded softly.

With the saliva-covered hand, he took a softened, almost melted piece, and offered it to her mouth. Its cream smeared onto his fingers. She looked at him intensely again, took the piece with her teeth, and held his fingers with her lips. Bharat's trembling fingers slid into her mouth on their own. Her rosy lips, already stained with chocolate cream, deepened to a chocolate color. Saliva welled at the corners of her mouth.

Geeta slurped with a soft "slur" sound. When she withdrew her fingers, they were drenched with saliva.

This time, Bharat leaned in closer. Geeta, with her left hand, buried her fingers in the hair at the back of his head and tightened her grip. He closed his eyes drowsily for a moment, then opened them.

"Feed me.” She purred.

He took another piece and was about to put it in her mouth.

"Wait, put it on my lips, like the cake the other day," she murmured, her voice husky.

Their bodies began to hum with a shared warmth. Bharat was captivated by Geeta's words. He kept looking at her lips, trying to suppress a mischievous smile that threatened to break free.

"Put it..."

"You said it was saliva, Miss."

"I like chocolate."

They both lowered their faces, a shared laugh bubbling between them. Geeta's cheeks flushed a deep red. Bharat smeared his hand with the chocolate from the packet, watching her reaction. He intentionally smeared it on his fingers. Seeing his actions, she smiled shyly.

He took his chocolate-smeared fingers and gently touched and smeared them on her lips. She slurped her two lips inward once, then began to look at Bharat's lips. He came even closer. The excitement between them intensified, their heart rates quickening. Bharat's breath became uneven, a warm sigh caressing her cheek.

"I know you're not angry with me.”

"No..."

He brushed aside the strands of hair falling on Geeta's forehead. Geeta's throat felt dry.
"Hm..."

He waited for Geeta's unspoken permission. Geeta took the packet, smeared it on her fingers, then smeared it on Bharat's lips.

"Puppy, feed me."

Bharat, with his right hand, pressed his thumb on Geeta's left cheek, rubbing cream. As he did, he stabilized his breathing, twisting his nose in front of hers.

Seeing Geeta close her eyes and inhale, he quickly pressed both his lips from the right to her upper lip. Geeta parted her lips, took Bharat's lower lip inside, intertwining with it. She sucked her upper lip and touched it with her tongue. At that moment, a drop of saliva dripped onto the sofa.

Bharat pushed his tongue into her mouth. She accepted it, a soft moan escaping.

"Um... Miss..."

"Eat what's on my lips first."

He moved his tongue vertically over her upper and lower lips, licking.

"Um... wait."

He stopped, looked into her eyes, swallowed his saliva, and as he breathed, Geeta smeared the rest of the chocolate on her mouth.

"Puppy..." she said, inhaling deeply.

"Ha... Miss..." Bharat rubbed his nose against Geeta's cheek and exhaled a warm breath. 

With his left hand, he held Geeta's cheek and took her lips. Geeta, opening her mouth again, began to suck Bharat's lips. He started licking her tongue and lips without distinction, a symphony of soft laps filling the air.

Their lips made a "slur slurp" sound, a wet, rhythmic cadence. He sucked her lower lip, kissed the dripping saliva on her cheek, licked it up, then sucked her upper lip again, wetting both lips with saliva, and licked her mouth like a puppy.

After they separated, breathing in unison, Geeta sighed. "Ah..."

They both laughed, a shared, intimate sound.

Leaning forward, she took his lips. While deeply kissing him, she slipped her hand inside Bharat's T-shirt. He tilted his head back, and as she sucked and released his lip, he murmured.

"Miss, should I take off my T-shirt?"

"Hah... Take it off."

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He gently kissed Geeta's cheek and pulled his T-shirt over his head, exposing his smooth, hairless chest. Seeing the prominent veins in his neck, Geeta felt a sweet sensation course through her. She placed her cream-covered right hand in the middle of his chest, exploring its softness, then moved her fingers to his barely visible six-pack and pinched him playfully.


Bharat flinched with a soft "Hah..."

She bit her lip, a faint smile playing on her face.

"You dropped cream, Miss..."

She pushed him back, and he leaned against the sofa handle. Geeta leaned over him, placed her face on his chest, and touched her lips to the cream on his heart. Bharat began to tremble, a delicious shiver running through him. She licked the cream off her lips. At that touch, Bharat felt like he was floating on clouds. He closed his eyes and bowed his head, his navel trembling, his stomach caving in.

"S... Miss."

She covered his mouth with her index finger and stroked his lips.

"Shh..."

“Is it me doing all this? It feels like my desires are 

growing stronger all of a sudden.”

Bharat was leaning against the sofa handle, his two legs folded to the left, and he felt uncomfortable, unable to stay in that position.

"Miss, can you get up for a moment?"

She looked into Bharat's eyes and kissed his cheek. "Why?"

"You're leaning on my legs. Move."

She immediately got up silently and sat down. Bharat also got up and sat down, avoiding her gaze. Geeta wasn't looking at him either, a quiet awkwardness settling. He kissed her neck, somewhat hesitantly. Geeta melted into the touch, reaching back to grab Bharat's hair.

"Ah..."

"I like you, Miss," he confessed, his voice a soft murmur. Saying that, he stroked her back on the right side, then pressed her right shoulder.

"Mmm..."

"I made you angry yesterday, but Miss, honestly, I'm crazy about your scent. That's why I couldn't stop myself and did that." He avoided bringing up the specific incident from the previous day, wondering what she would say. "It would be nice if there was a little more chocolate."

Geeta pouted her lips shyly.

"Miss, your laugh," Bharat began, his voice earnest. "I'm not really flattering you, but how were you born so beautiful, Miss?"

Geeta, delighted, turned her face away and buried her head to the right, a blush rising on her cheeks.

"I'll stay a little longer.”

"Hmm," she agreed, her voice barely a whisper.

He leaned back, put his leg behind Geeta's, placed a cushion on the sofa handle, rested his head, and closed his eyes.

Geeta turned her neck and looked at Bharat's bare chest. As she touched it with her left hand, a tingle spread through her body. The warmth of his chest flowed through her fingers. She stroked upwards, reaching his neck, then leaned over him, lifted her legs off the ground, sat on the sofa, and placed her face in front of Bharat's.

He opened his eyes. She looked away, shyly.

"Miss, look."

She looked; he was smiling mischievously.

"Miss, ah, ah, stick your tongue out straight to my lips."

Geeta, surprised but intrigued, did as he said, extending her tongue straight towards Bharat's mouth.

"Keep it like that."

She nodded suspiciously.

"I'll tell you, wait."

Then, saliva dripped from the edge of Geeta's tongue like a stream, and drops of what tasted like sugar syrup fell into Bharat's mouth. He swallowed it, a strange pleasure coursing through him. Geeta found it strange and couldn't bear to watch, so she tried to get up, but he stopped her gently.

"What happened, Miss?"

"Why did you do that?"

"Why, you asked for it like that," he replied, a hint of playfulness in his voice.

"I don't know, it felt strange."

He held Geeta's face, his thumbs caressing her cheeks. "I want a little more. Give it to me, Miss."

Geeta didn't overthink it. This time too, she stuck out her tongue, and after a few moments, it dripped. He slurped it up, lifted his head, and took her lips.

"At this age, what are these games for him? 

Where did he see this, I wonder?"

They both engaged in a French kiss, a soft, intimate dance of their tongues.

"Did you like it?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur against her lips.

"I don't know..."

"Miss, suck my tongue." Saying that, he stuck his tongue out. Geeta covered it with her two lips, moved her neck up and down, and sucked it. She stopped as saliva began to dribble from her mouth.

"Miss, it's sweet," he whispered, a shiver running through Geeta as he spoke. She smiled mischievously.

He wiped a drop of sweat from Geeta's forehead with his finger and, as she watched, put it in his mouth and tasted it.

"Tch... what madness is this, you crazy..." Geeta exclaimed, a mixture of exasperation and delight in her tone.

"You wouldn't understand."

Geeta sat up, and Bharat also got up, their earlier closeness momentarily broken.

"Miss, I'll smell it."

"No, that's enough, go home," she said, her voice firm but laced with a hint of something else.

He leaned in, licking just below her ear.

"Ah..." Geeta gasped, a soft shiver running through her.

"Miss, don't you like it when I smell you, Miss?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"It's not like that, dear."

"Then what else?" He knelt on the sofa, his aroused penis unmistakably pushing forward in his pants. Geeta caught a glimpse of it, and her body began to heat up.

"Miss, tell me."

"Ha..."

"What's 'ha'?"

Geeta had no answer; her gaze remained fixed between Bharat's legs. He leaned forward a little, covered her left hand with his palm on her wrist, brought it up, and pressed it against his bulging hardon. The trembling in Geeta's fingers didn't stop. She held it and squeezed. A thunderbolt struck Bharat, and his eyes lost strength, closing in a haze of pleasure.

"Hah..."

He slowly leaned to the right and buried his nose under Geeta's right armpit.

"Iss..." At that touch, she flinched and squeezed Bharat's penis harder.

"Ha... Miss..." He kissed her under the shoulder. In a daze, she lifted her hand a little. 

Bharat leaned even further down and put his nose in her armpit. When he inhaled and exhaled, his warm breath aroused her further.

"Ah..."

He held Geeta's hand and lifted it higher. She grabbed his head for a better grip. He came up and put his face next to hers. Geeta turned her neck and looked at Bharat.

"Will you kiss me?"

In pleasure, she nodded vertically. He brought his lips to hers. Geeta kissed him. As she held Bharat's hair with her right hand and kissed him, her left hand was squeezing his hardon. Unable to bear it, he released her lips and groaned.

"Aa... H... Miss, a little slower, please."

"Okay..." Her fingers stroked the length of his penis, and her thumb pressed at its tip.

Bharat sat like that, trembling, eyes closed, trying to compose himself. Geeta continued to squeeze him upon his pants with her fingers.

"Were you angry because I didn't give it to you yesterday?"

"When I ask, you should give it. You are my puppy."

He licked her earlobe. Geeta's nipples tingled.

"Ss... Hah."

Then Bharat blurted it out, a sudden, bold question. Geeta was surprised, her breath catching.

"Miss, there's a bra inside, right?" He bit his tongue, instantly regretting his words.

Geeta turned her back and buried her face in his back, hiding in a surge of anxiety and shyness.

She let go of him, moved aside, turned around, and held Bharat's chin. He flinched with a slight fear in his eyes.

"Look here."

He slowly lifted his head, his gaze hesitant.

"Why?"

"That, that..." he stammered, searching for words.

"Tell me, it's okay."

"Miss, I wanted to see it like that."

She smiled a little, a gentle understanding in her eyes. "It's okay, I know you feel that way, but I can't be like that, Bharat, I'm shy."

"If I thought wrong, please forgive me, Miss."

"Hey, no, dear. That's why I said enough," she reassured him, her voice soft.

"Hmm."

"If you want a kiss, just ask, okay?"

"Hmm." He looked at the space between Geeta's legs shyly. It was bulging, pushing against his pants.

"Ah... it's throbbing," 

She looked up at Bharat. His face was red with shyness. He couldn't look directly at Geeta. Slowly, she poked it with her index finger.

"Hah... Miss, no."

"Why?" She laughed softly and poked it again.

"Aa..."

"Haha... It really bounces, dear," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Miss, I'll go now," he said, his voice strained.

"Why?" She pressed the tip with her thumb, a soft, deliberate pressure.

"Please, Miss, don't do that." Bharat was building up inside, a desperate tension gripping him. He didn't know when it would release. They both looked intensely into each other's eyes, a silent communication passing between them.

"Does anyone sit like this with their T-shirt off in front of a teacher?" Geeta challenged, her voice a low murmur.

"We're friends, right?" He smiled mischievously, a glint in his eye.

"Aha... Is that what you say?" Saying that, to tease him, she held his bulge with four fingers and squeezed it. Bharat trembled and put his hand on Geeta's shoulder, squeezing in return. Her nerves twisted, a pleasurable sensation.

"Ah..."

At what Geeta was doing, his underwear, which was over his penis inside his pants, slipped down and was now bunched at the bottom of his pants. The heat in Geeta's hand increased even more; she also understood what had happened.

Unable to bear the pleasure of Geeta's hand, he leaned back, a soft groan escaping his lips.

"Aa... H... Miss, please." He held his breath, trying to control himself. He closed his eyes and swayed, a dizzying sensation washing over him. Geeta wondered how he could hold on for so long, just like yesterday.

He leaned forward and buried his nose in Geeta's neck.

"Mmmmm..." she hummed, a soft sound of contentment.

She let go. Bharat, panting, buried his face in Geeta's neck and barely held on, his body trembling with the effort of control.

Geeta put Bharat's head on her shoulder and said, "Puppy, if you don't listen to what I say, I'll get angry."

"Ah... I'll listen, Miss," he promised, his voice muffled against her skin.

"You're studying well today, and your marks were good too. Don't do like yesterday, okay? You're not a kid; you need to study. Play games and watch movies during holidays. From tomorrow, it's only studying, nothing else."

"Miss, will you kiss me every day?" he asked, a hopeful note in his voice.

"Hey..."

"Please, Miss."

"Didn't I just say you'd listen to me?"

"But..."

"Shh, silent... Bharat, just lie like this for a while." She leaned back on the sofa and made him lie on her lap, his head resting comfortably.

"It's cold, isn't it?"

"Yes... It'll be until March."

"Hmm..."

"Nothing happened after you left yesterday. Goutham had a flight in the morning, so we slept. He went to Canada and won't be back for another two months. Will you come to Canada with me"

“Really” he questioned in surprise.

“Yes. We’ll go to Canada after your exams.”

"Okay," he murmured, content in her embrace.

Geeta looked around, then hugged him closer, pressing his hardon against her navel as she lay down.

"Ss..." she hissed, a soft, indrawn breath.

"Oh, if he puts it on my pleats, my heart will sink. 

Ugh... Geeta, don't let it come out of his pants."

"Should I get up, Miss?"

Biting her lips, she held Bharat's waist and pulled him closer, pressing him further into her navel.

"If we sleep like this all night, no, no."

"Ah... F..." Bharat groaned, a sound of both pleasure and burgeoning discomfort.

"Stay like this, dear... Sleep."

"Miss, you're my best friend," he whispered, his voice soft with emotion.

"Haha..." she chuckled, a warm sound.

He hugged Geeta, savored the scent of her neck, and lay on her lap like a small child, drifting into a peaceful slumber.


Bharat, bare-chested, found blissful repose across Geetha's lap, his legs dbangd over her, his chest a warm weight against her heart. He closed his eyes, savoring the warmth, then burrowed deeper into the curve of her neck, his breathing steady in sleep, his entire being surrendered to her.

Geetha's hands, initially resting on his shoulders, drifted slowly downwards, tracing paths beneath his arms and around his back. Even in his semi-conscious state, his member remained a hot, persistent presence against her navel. He held her hips from below, a primal anchor.

Lifting her head, Geetha’s soft fingers gently massaged his spine, sliding sideways. Bharat’s touch, even in his slumber, fanned the embers of her own desire. When she pressed her fingers into the hollow of his lower back and moved them upwards, a soft moan escaped Bharat’s lips. He lightly squeezed Geetha's hips in response.

“Ss…” Geetha breathed, a playful chuckle escaping her. She placed two fingers on his back and stroked upwards, eliciting a deeper tremor from him. Geetha tightened her grip on his hips, and as he trembled, his member pressed against her navel, throbbing. Bharat’s left hand moved back and forth twice, and Geetha’s sari pallu shifted, revealing more of her.

Now, only the thin fabric of his track pants separated his hardon from her navel. Above her navel, barely an inch below her cleavage, the head of his member protruded, rubbing against her.

“Ah… you puppy,” Geetha murmured, a soft gasp escaping her.

In a sleepy stupor, Bharat responded with a low, “Uh…” He was lost in the sensation of his member rubbing against the soft curve of her waist. A rising tide of desire was heating both their bodies.

Bharat’s dick yearned for friction, and in his daze, he began to rub rhythmically against Geetha’s navel.

“Ah… what is he doing? No!” A shiver ran through Geetha as Bharat pressed against her, enveloping her in a daze.

“Iss…” she moaned loudly, her nails digging into his back.

The sharp sensation jolted Bharat awake. He lifted his head, his gaze meeting Geetha's. “I didn’t notice, Miss.”

“Uh… it’s okay. Go back to sleep.” Geetha’s voice was a soft whisper.

But Bharat couldn’t. The pressure was building, threatening to burst. He tried to move, to rise from her. Geetha’s fingers wove into his hair, and she held his gaze, her chin signaling a silent question: "What?" She cupped his face, her eyes searching his flustered, shifting pupils.

A distressed look clouded Bharat’s face as he struggled for words. Geetha’s hand moved to his cheek, stroking it, her expression still questioning.

“Miss…” Bharat pleaded.

“Leave him, he’s uncomfortable. Let him go.”

Geetha lifted her head and gently kissed Bharat’s upper lip. He gripped her hips on both sides, returning the kiss with a fiery passion. As his fingers pressed into the curves of her buttocks, she twisted, biting and holding his lip with hers.

His member, still hot and throbbing, was tormented, unable to release or stop, burning against her waist. Bharat’s anxiety intensified. He pulled away from her lips, a groan escaping him.

“Miss…”

“Hah…” Geetha gasped, then reconnected their lips. Bharat could take no more. Even as he struggled, Geetha tightened her hands behind his head, around his neck, trapping his lips.

“Fuck Geetha… what are you doing to him?”

“I want to see.”

Believing Geetha was simply kissing him, he swiftly moved his left hand from her waist, arched his back, pulled his member from his pants, angled it to the left, and pulled the foreskin back slightly. All the pent-up pressure released onto her clothes. With his right hand, he held Geetha’s head and began to suck her lips passionately himself. Geetha let go.

“Ha… Uff… Off…” Bharat panted, burying his face in her neck, catching his breath. 

Geetha’s gaze drifted downwards; she realized he had put his pants on during the kiss. A soft chuckle escaped her as she recalled her fleeting curiosity.

“Miss… Miss…” Bharat murmured, still breathing heavily.

“Go to sleep, puppy…”

At her words, Bharat instantly calmed, his eyes closing in peaceful slumber.

Half an hour later, he stirred, rising from Geetha's lap to sit beside her. Geetha’s hand moved to his chest, stroking it slowly.

He leaned close to her ear. “Miss, next Friday is Shivaratri. Saturday is also a holiday, so we have three days off, Miss.”

“Ha…”

“Miss, there’s a Shiva temple near my hometown. It’s not as big as the Rajanna temple at Vemulawaada, but it’s nice. We used to go every year when we were kids, but we don’t go anymore.”

“Hmm…”

He bit her earlobe, and Geetha laughed, a soft moan escaping her lips. “Ah…”

“Miss, I’ll tell you something. You should speak only after I’m done.”

She pulled Bharat closer, looking into his eyes, and gave a silent assent.

“Miss, there’s also a hill there. If you trek, there’s even a lake on top of the hill.”

“A lake on a hill?”

“Yes, it’s true, you won’t believe it. Miss, shall we go for two days?” He asked, then moved away nervously, anticipating her response. Geetha’s initial excitement waned. She pinched Bharat’s thigh.

“Oh, you want to go on a trip? Who’s going to study then?”

Bharat laughed, a genuine, delighted sound. “So you’d like to come? I thought you’d scold me.”

Geetha was momentarily speechless. Yes, she didn’t directly say why she wouldn’t come. She really liked going on tours.

“No, don’t. You have exams. Anyway…” Geetha’s words trailed off.

“Miss, why stay at home all the time? Come, Miss. I know everything there. It’s not new to me, but it will be new to you. It’s very beautiful. Do you know that when you climb the hill, it feels like the clouds are touching us? We’ll go to the temple on Friday evening, my uncle there will give us a room, we’ll sleep, and then early Saturday morning, we’ll go to the hill and come back from there.”

Hearing his enthusiastic description, Geetha felt a mix of apprehension and doubt. 

“Bharat, we can’t go alone like that.”

“Why, Miss?”

“You won’t understand.”

“Miss, no one knows you there, and to be honest, I don’t have many acquaintances either. It’s just a familiar place. We can enjoy for two days, and it won’t cost much either. Miss, I really want to go like that with my best friend, please don’t say no.”

As soon as he uttered those words, it was as if a spell had been cast on Geetha, an inexplicable urge to agree. She remained silent, lost in thought. Bharat took both her hands.

“Miss, it’s my responsibility to make sure you don’t face any discomfort…” he said affectionately, moving closer.

“But Bharat…”

“Miss, don’t think too much. Let’s just go. We’ll go in your car. The journey won’t be a problem for us either.”

“I need to tell Gautam.”

“Okay, Miss… We still have nine days, so it’s fine.”
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 To be continued………

 

[Projectmp]

Wondering how the trip will be. Bharath and geetha at hill top in a room made of wood. It's raining outside and they are sharing the bed. All the barriers will be broken that night and will result in the much awaited union of two bodies

[Haran000]

Wondering how the trip will be. Bharath and geetha at hill top in a room made of wood. It's raining outside and they are sharing the bed. All the barriers will be broken that night and will result in the much awaited union of two bodies

Thank you so much projectmp ji, you’re encouraging me from start.