Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[nallapaiyan2]

great, so as of now Barat has seen full naked bareback and now 1 nipple, am i right, Haroon bro??

[WriterPK]

Woww excellent

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Awesome update

[Haran000]

Sometime later, Geetha emerged from her bath, a light frock clinging to her form, and opened the door. "Bharat, put the latch on the main door," she instructed.


He complied, then returned to the mattress, his gaze fixed on the expanse of Geetha's white thighs revealed by her frock. A shy smile touched Geetha's lips as she noticed his stare. She turned on the AC, plunging the room into darkness, then retrieved a blanket and dbangd it over Bharat.

"Thanks, Miss," he murmured.

"Not just for you," she countered, "it's for both of us. Don't hog it."

"Oh, okay," he replied.

Geetha settled beside him, drawing the blanket over herself and turning to face him.

"Miss, will I get high marks?" Bharat asked, breaking the silence.

"You will if you study a lot and write well," she affirmed.

"Miss, if I don't get high marks, will you scold me?"

"I won't talk to you," she stated.

"Why, Miss?"

"Because I told you in class the other day that you'd get high marks. Won't you keep my word?"

"Of course, Miss. I'll study." He shifted closer, his hand finding hers. The touch sent a pleasant warmth through Geetha.

"Miss, you're not really angry with me, are you?" Bharat pressed.

"I will be if you ask again," she warned. He edged nearer still.

"Miss, you said you'd put on lip balm, but you didn't."

Geetha reached back, her hand finding the space beneath his shoulder. "Come closer," she beckoned. He moved, pressing his warm chest against her back, leaning fully into her embrace.

"Miss, tell me, don't you like doing something new?" Bharat's voice was a soft murmur.

"Hmm..." she hummed in response.

"Miss, how beautiful your navel, legs, waist, and lips are. Miss, you like me kissing you, right? Hmm?"

"Hmmm... But what if someone finds out I'm letting a student kiss me like this?"

"Miss, no one will know. Why are you thinking like that, Miss?" He tightened his arms around her waist, pulling her into a fierce hug. His lips found her neck, leaving a trail of kisses.

"Shhh... Bharat," Geetha whispered.

"Thanks, Miss, for telling me to sleep here tonight."

Geetha's dress, a flimsy barrier, offered little resistance to Bharat's hands as they moved beneath her bubbly curves, igniting a fervent heat within her. His touch, exploring her softness, made his own body burn hotter. As he shifted, rubbing his hardened desire against her thighs, their mutual eagerness surged.

"Miss, can we turn on the light?" Bharat inquired.

"Why?"

"To see you."

"Go to sleep," she chided gently.

"Miss, how hot you look in this dress."

"Hmm..."

"Even now, hugging you like this feels very warm."

"Me too."

"Miss, you can turn this way, right?"

At his question, she turned to face him, her right hand finding his hair, stroking it softly. Bharat's hand slipped to her waist, gently pressing into her dress.

"Uff... Don't do that," she gasped.

"Miss, how white and soft you are, like milk pudding cake."

"Hey..."

His hand descended slowly, sending a cascade of small tingles through Geetha. He moved a little further down, lifting the edge of her dress, and placed his warm hand on her thigh, just beneath her buttocks. 

‘How hot it is. Enough to melt my cold.’

"Puppy, you shouldn't touch there," Geetha admonished.

"Why, Miss?" He moved his hand up another inch, pressing four fingers into the flesh beneath her buttocks. Geetha's nerves tingled with an unfamiliar sensation.

"Mmm... Didn't I say no?" she moaned.

"Miss, see how soft and smooth you are." He flicked his fingers on the plumpness of her thigh, a rhythmic drumming that made Geetha tremble.

"Hey... stop it."

"Miss, is it not good if I do this?" 

‘What can I say? How warm those hands feel. 

I only have one fear now.’

"What, Miss, why aren't you saying anything...?" He seized her, his fingers delving into the crease beneath her buttocks. Suddenly, hot waves spread through her body, solidifying into an intense stillness.

"Isss..."

"Miss, I want to ask something, but I'm afraid of what you'll say."

"Mmm...?"

"Miss, my jeans are difficult to sleep in. Should I take them off?"

"Oh, okay." He withdrew his hand, and Geetha took a sudden, shaky breath. In the darkness, Bharat rose, shedding his shirt and pants, a mere shadow against the faint light.

"Miss, I'm putting these pants on the chair next to me."

"Okay, Bharat," Geetha replied.

Like a small child, he bounded onto the bed, pulled the blanket over himself, and moved closer, his hand finding Geetha, who had again turned away. He hugged her from behind, his hard-on nestled between her soft, cotton pillow buttocks. 

‘What is that? How big is it? Oh, he put it there.’

He exhaled near her ear, his breath warm.

"Miss, are you asleep? You're not saying anything."

"Uh-uh." 

He let his hand descend, placing it on her thigh. She shivered at the warm touch. He sensuously licked her earlobe, a delightful tickle that elicited an "Oh..." of longing from her.

"Say something, Miss." He delicately stroked her soft, milky-white thigh with his fingers, then slid his hand inside her dress, squeezing her hips just above her panty. Geetha's body shuddered.

"Aah..." she moaned. "What should I say?"

He placed his thumb on the raised part of her lower back and his four fingers towards her navel, kneading her soft cloud mattress like a cotton candy packet. 

‘I can't take it anymore.’

"Tell me a story, Miss."

"Are you a small child to tell a story and put to sleep?"

He moved his hand to her navel, then held her in the curve of her lower back. "Then if I'm a grown-up, give me a kiss."

"You really have a way with words." He lifted his head and leaned onto Geetha, his mouth finding her cheek. As he gently stroked her waist, Geetha closed her eyes, lost in the escalating pleasure.

"Shall I tell a story, Miss?" Bharat asked.

"Hmm..."

"A small story, and at the end, I'll ask a question. If you can't answer, you have to give me what I ask for."

"No, last time you said it was a game, and I lost."

"Today it's not a game, it's a question, and it's very easy."

"Really easy?”

"Yes."

"Okay, ask." He pressed his organ deeper into her buttocks, pulled her waist closer, and licked her neck. 

“Ah, what is he doing? It's burning.”

"Mmm..."

"You smell so good, Miss."

"Enough, ask the question first."

"Hmm... In a village, there was a wealthy family. When the son of that family got married, the lady of the house invited some married women, performed a puja, fed them, and decided to distribute sarees to the guests. She went to the city, saw some sarees she liked, bought them, and brought them back. Three days later, one night, a saree shop owner from their village broke into their house like a thief, took all the sarees, tied them in a bag, and burned the boxes with fire. The next day, when they went into the room to perform the puja and distribute the sarees, they found only burned boxes. They thought all the sarees were burned. They didn't know who burned them." Bharat licked the sweat in the curve of Geetha's neck.

"Shhh... tell the story first."

"They were very sad. A few days later, the thief was caught. How?"

Geetha pondered for a few moments. "I don't know."

"Shall I tell you? Then you have to give me what I asked for."

"Hmm, okay."

"He was a saree shop owner, right? He sold those sarees to the people of that village. When some people in the village wore them, this family saw them and asked where they bought them. They told them his name. This family went and threatened him, cornering him until he told the truth. Haha..."

"Saree shop, oh yes, I didn't listen to the question properly."

"Miss, you'll give it to me, right?" Geetha turned under Bharat's hand and faced him.

"It's just a kiss, right?" 

Then he moved his hand down and placed it on her buttocks. Suddenly, both their nerves tingled. 

‘Why did he put his hand there?’

He held her buttock like a bun with his entire hand, all five fingers, and kneaded it. 

Geetha's flesh quivered and swayed.

"Aaah..." she moaned loudly. He moved forward, bringing their waists closer, and a warm sensation began to course through both of them. In response, Geetha also wrapped her arm around his waist and held him. 

As she adjusted her body and moved, she felt his hard-on poking below her navel, adding to the existing heat. 

Geetha had always been curious about how large Bharath’s dick was, and her fingers yearned to grasp it.

"Oh, how soft you are, Miss." He rubbed and felt her buttock with his fingers, then kneaded it again from bottom to top.

"Aah... puppy."

"Miss, take off this dress."

"What? No."

"Yes, you have to do what I asked. Take it off."

"No." He lifted his head and gently bit her soft, rubbery earlobe with his front teeth. The delicate nerves there made her shiver.

She hissed like a quivering snake.

"Miss, what did we do last evening?"

"What did we do?"

"Miss, kiss me like that, it feels so good."

"But you shouldn't kiss there."

"Where, Miss?"

"There."

"There means?" Bharat's hand felt like it was getting hotter every second. As he touched the softness of her buttocks, unable to control his desire, he let his fingertips slip under the edge of her panty and held her hips. 

‘Should I stop him? Oh no.’

Geetha couldn't form the words.

"Don't you remember?"

"You told me to forget, so I forgot, Miss."

"You remember kissing, but you forgot that? No games."

"Miss, I only remember you kissing my lips, I don't remember taking off your saree."

"Hey, thief.”

"Haha..."

"I'll only take off my dress if you won’t kiss there."

Meanwhile, Bharat sat up. "Miss, sit.”

"Lie down."

"Sit up once." 

Geetha sat up. Looking at her shadowy figure in the dark, he put his arms around her and slid them down below her waist, touching her sides near her buttocks. 

As Bharat's fingers touched her like that, Geetha felt like bees were crawling on her.

‘What is he even doing?’

He caught the edges of her dress with his fingers and lifted it up. 

‘Oh my God... What is this, without even asking?’


Geetha put her hands down to stop him.

"No, I'm shy."

"Miss, I can't see anything."

"But..."

"Miss, you didn't answer, you have to give me what I asked for. No choice."

"Ask something else."

"No, Miss, I want this."

"Okay."

"Miss, really?"

"Yes, you said you wouldn't take no for an answer."

"Take it off, Miss."

"You take it off." Excited that Geetha agreed, he tried to pull the dress up, but because her hands were down, he couldn't remove it.

"Miss, lift your hands." Geetha lifted her hands as told. In one swift movement, he took off her dress and threw it aside.

At that moment, with excitement, shyness, apprehension, eagerness, and the thought of whether she should be like this now or what else would happen, she suddenly felt a slight chill. Her body began to crave warmth.

In another two moments, Bharat put his hands on her shoulders. A cold shiver ran through her body. He sensuously stroked her soft body on her shoulders with his fingers.

"Miss, how smooth you are."

"Let's go to sleep, Bharat."

The next moment Geetha said that, Bharat's hands quickly went down, and as if he could see even in the dark, he placed them precisely on her hips. 

‘Geetha, get away... Don't give in.’

Bharat's touch was a slow poison, weakening her with each passing moment. He held her gently, four fingers supporting her back, his thumb caressing the front. A pleasant ache began to bloom in her muscles.

“Ah… Puppy, don't hold me like that,” Geetha murmured, her voice a soft protest.

“Sorry, Miss,” Bharat replied, his tone laced with mock deference.

“Hmm…” was all she managed.

“Miss, can I ask you something? Will you tell me?” His voice was a low rumble against her ear.

“Hey, what else is it? No more questions. You'll win anyway,” she teased, a playful note in her voice.

“Hahaha… Miss, that's not it, listen.”

“Huh…”

He leaned closer, his face near her left shoulder, and exhaled hot, panting breaths that danced on her skin. “Miss, do you like me kissing you?”

“Hmm…”

Suddenly, he pressed a soft kiss below her jaw.

“Isss…” she moaned, a seductive sound escaping her lips.

“Did you like me licking your navel, Miss?”

Geetha giggled shyly, and he felt the delightful tremor of her shoulders with her laughter. 

“If I didn't like it, I would have said no, wouldn't I?”

“And licking your armpit?”

“Chee… how can you even like the smell of sweat?” she playfully chided.

He tightened his grip on her hips, his right hand curling into a fist, a possessive gesture.

“Hmm… take your hands off me…” she whispered tenderly, her lips brushing his shoulder.

“Tell me, Miss, do you like it or not?”

“Why are you asking like that?”

“Miss, please tell me.”

“I like it…”

He leaned in, kissed her neck, and then gently nipped her shoulder bone with his lips.

“Sss…” A soft gasp escaped her.

‘Will he do this all night?’

“Really, Miss?”

“Haa…”

“Miss, tell me, if I were to say I'd lick you now, would you agree? I've been holding back since then, wondering what you'd say if I asked you.”

“You've already asked?”

“So tell me.”

Geetha cupped his face in her hands and lifted it, pressing a small kiss on his cheek.

In a flash, he reacted. Spreading her legs, he held Geetha’s waist and lifted her. “Miss, sit on me,” he commanded, surprising her with a gasped, “What?” As he brought her closer, he clarified, “Miss, sit on me with your legs on either side, like you're sitting on the sofa.”

“Hmm.”

‘I don’t know, I just want to do what he says.

 I want his body now.’

Geetha spread her legs, wrapped her arms around Bharat’s shoulders, and climbed on top of him. As she settled onto Bharat, his burning erection pressed against her navel, sending a wave of heat radiating between her thighs. Bharat immediately pulled Geetha into a tight hug, her soft, jelly-like boobs yielding to his ardent hold, his warmth seeping into her. His burning erection was now nestled between their waists.

“Ahh… how big is it…” she bit her tongue, the words almost a murmur.

“Miss, what did you say?”

“Nothing, nothing…”

‘Geetha, what are you doing? Stay away.’

‘Uh-uh, I can’t.’

As Bharat's hands found their way to her back, her cool skin met his warm touch, and Geetha's entire body ignited, the heat coursing into her thighs. From the outside, Bharat’s hard, rigid erection, and inside, the hot steam seeping into her thighs, made her sweet, juicy vertical petals tremble and burn with increasing intensity.

“Miss, you didn't tell me what I asked.”

“Huh…”

“Huh, meaning?”

“I like it. You do it very well. You lick my navel, you lick my neck, you lick my armpit. Gautham doesn't do this for me,” she confirmed.

“Gautham sir doesn’t? Why, Miss?”

“I don't know…”

“Miss, I'm here now, so is it okay?”

Geetha framed his face with her hands and captured his lips. Bharat was momentarily stunned, then began to return her kiss with equal fervor.

They kissed passionately, his lips sucking on hers like biting a ripe strawberry. Bharat's hands moved downwards, beneath her buttocks, gripping them fully like soft dough and squeezing them lustfully. Geetha’s body trembled. She released his lips.

“Aaaah… slowly, puppy…” she moaned, her voice thick with desire.

Her core was burning, releasing hot streams, and that moistness felt raw against Bharat’s erection over the underwear.

“Hah… Miss, sorry…”

“No need for sorry, just slowly, okay?”

“Huh…”

He slipped his fingers deep inside her panty, his fingertips caressing her perineum near her anus, and stroking her buttocks.

He kissed her neck, bending her backward, and moving past her shoulder joint, he kissed further down, his lips caressing the expanse of her breast empire, above her two mounds of cheese.

“Hmm… I told you not there.”

“But Miss, your boobs are so nice, please Miss, I want to kiss you here.”

Bharat's left hand moved to her head, kneading his fingers through her hair. Both of them were a little sweaty from the rising heat. He touched her right with his tongue.

“Ahh… Bharat, that's enough.”

He lifted his head. “Miss, is it okay with you?”

“Huh, but you said you'd lick my armpit, didn't you?”

“Huh… sorry, Miss, I forgot. Miss, lift your hands.”

Geetha, as if a robot, lifted both her hands and clasped her palms together above her head as he instructed. He inhaled the raw scent of her armpit and, without even a preliminary kiss, inserted his tongue into her left armpit like a dog, licking it. Though it tickled Geetha, a shiver of lust ran through her.

“Uff…”

“Miss, if you like it, I'll lick your whole body…” he murmured, moving to lick her right armpit.

“Ahh…” she writhed, tickled, and turned, her body responding involuntarily.

As Bharat's tongue probed her armpit, opening the folds there and playing with them, making Geetha sway, the friction of her legs against his erection drove her wild.

Her breathing deepened, her breasts swelled, and her bra began to feel uncomfortably tight. Bharat bit her right armpit lustfully.

“Hisss… hah…” A soft gasp escaped her as he bit.

“Miss, your smell is driving me insane.”

Bharat heard Geetha’s moan, and his own lust surged, unable to bear it, he squeezed her buttock again.

“Issa… h…” she moaned lustfully and writhed, a sensual dance of desire.

She lost her balance and fell back. Bharat leaned over her, his tongue still diligently probing her left armpit. As he licked from bottom to top and moved forward, his erection poked exactly between her soft petals over wet panty mound.

“Ahh…” she let out a sweet moan and began to laugh lustfully at the tickle, a sound of pure pleasure.

Bharat, licking up and down, moving back and forth, began to overwhelm Geetha by rubbing the tip of his burning cock against the soft petals hidden in her wet, juicy panty.

‘No, not..’

“Ahh… hmm…”

He left her armpit and moved down, his erection moving away from Geetha. His lips caressed her neck, then his hands moved up, holding her below her bust with his thumbs under her ribcage, kissing her as he moved down. Before Geetha could fully come to her senses, he poked his tongue at her left nipple, which was tantalizingly visible through her thin bra.

Her entire body was electrified, writhing and trembling.

“Aaaah… …” she moaned loudly, a sound of profound pleasure.

“Miss, you are a beautiful, sexy, and hot teacher…” he murmured, moving his tongue up and down her left bra cup.

“Umm…”

“Your boobs, though, umm…” he kissed them, his voice thick with desire. “I can't control myself, Miss…”

His erection, pressing between her thighs, was incredibly arousing, a throbbing testament to his desire.

‘I need to hold it, otherwise…’

She brought her right hand down and touched his throbbing tent between them with her fingers. 

Bharat’s mind reeled with intoxication, he was going crazy.

“Ahh, Miss…” he groaned, a raw sound of pleasure.

“It's hot…” she moistened her dry lips with her tongue.

“Miss, hold it.”

He lost his ability to think, there was no thought of stopping his desire. He brought his right hand up, pulled down the edge of her bra, and sweetly licked the red cherry on her  white meaty cake that had popped out, sucking it tenderly like a small child.

That produced a thunderbolt in Geetha. She gripped Bharat’s head tightly, dug her feet into the bed, and felt as if she floated in the air. All her nerves surged, tingling, and tremors reached her core, her labia trembling horizontally as she quivered, “Amma… Sss…” her thighs shaking uncontrollably.

‘No, no… he… I…’

Geetha’s core was about to burst. She pushed Bharat by his shoulders. She pulled up her bra.

“Huh… move, I need to go…”

Bharat leaned aside. She got up and went into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.

In the bathroom, her thighs were burning, her core tightening. 

Her femininity craved a masculinity, hot, hard, full….

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[Haran000]

Geetha stumbled into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her. Her eyes squeezed tight, she stood trembling, her heart hammering against her ribs. Each breath hitched, a gasp, as a numbing sensation spread through her body. Her fists clenched, and the dampness of her panties was an insistent whisper as she pressed her thighs together, panting.

‘Uff... he's doing everything. 

How did I even agree to a few minutes of that? 

Clothes off, mine too. He's so hot, burning. 

Is the AC even working, dammit?’

Her thoughts spiraled, and her fingers instinctively moved to her tightly pressed thighs, tracing the wet fabric of her panties. "Iss... Gautam, Gautam, Gautam, ahh... I want you now."

The shrill ring of her phone startled her, yanking her from the depths of her desire. It was Bharath.

"Miss, Gautam sir is on the phone..." Bharath's voice was distant.

Snapping back to reality, Geetha quickly grabbed a dress from the bed, pulling it over herself before answering the call. "You go to sleep. You have to wake up early tomorrow. If you stay awake until I come back, it won't be good, I'm warning you..." she threatened, her voice firm as she closed the bedroom door behind her and left.

The moment Geetha was gone, he bolted into the bathroom. There, discarded after her shower, lay Geetha's panties and bra. He snatched them up, bringing them to his nose. The intoxicating scent filled his senses, and his dick began to throb. One hand clutched her lingerie, the other gripped himself, and he began to furiously masturbate. When the panties grew wet, he brought them to his mouth, tasting her essence, and in that moment, he ejaculated.


Geetha closed the door behind her, stepping out of the room and settling onto the sofa, the dress she'd been holding resting on her legs. Just as she got comfortable, her phone rang. It was Gautam.

"Darling, what's Bharath doing here?" Gautam's voice hit her like a sudden chill, and Geetha froze. Her voice trembled as she tried to form words, finally admitting, "Uh, well, dear..."

"Did you tell him to sleep here again?" Gautam pressed, his tone sharp.

"I mean, he asked. So I said okay," she mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant, but her heart was pounding.

"Geetha, are you playing fun with him, or are you seriously romancing him?" The accusation hung heavy in the air.

"It's not like that, dear." She fumbled for an explanation.

"He saw when you showing me earlier, didn't he?" Gautam's voice was edged with suspicion.

"No."

"Tell me."

"I don't know, he suddenly came saying he needed to pee." The lie felt weak even to her own ears.

"I saw him in your eyes; you were shocked to see him." Gautam seemed to know everything.

"Hmm... Darling, all that happened accidentally." She tried to dismiss it, but the memory of the kiss, and what had just happened, made her entire body tingle.

"Was that kiss you gave him that day also accidental?" He wasn't letting up.

"Uh-huh..."

"Did you kiss him now?"

The question caught her off guard. The sensation of Bharath's lips was still vivid, and a strange honesty, mixed with a flush of shame and excitement, compelled her to blurt out, "Yes..."

"Hey, what are you doing?" Gautam's voice was a mix of shock and something she couldn't quite decipher.

"Oh, it's nothing, dear." She tried to backtrack.

"Did that happen again today?"

"I mean..."

"You said your dress got ruined with cum that day, right?"

"Ugh, how can you ask that?" The heat rushed to her face.

"Tell me, did you tell me anything about what you did?"

"No."

"Why did it take you so long to call me back after I did it then?"

"I went to the bathroom."

"Tell me the truth." Gautam's interrogation was relentless, as if he had been a silent observer to every moment. Geetha felt herself crumbling under his gaze, real or imagined.

"Well, dear, I kissed him." The confession was out.

"I thought so." There was no surprise in his voice, only a strange knowing.

"Sorry, dear, I didn't tell you."

"Oh, did you tell me that day too?"

"Oh, I told you it was a mistake!"

"Was the second time also a mistake?"

"It's not."

"What's not, darling? Today is the third time. You're corrupting the boy."

"Uh... sorry, I won't do it again." She felt a surge of panic.

"Are you really enjoying all this?" His tone was unexpectedly calm now.

"No, I won't do it again."

"Hey, silly girl, I'm not scold anything to you."

"It's not that, circumstances just happened that way."

"Does he kiss well?”

The question hit her like a physical blow. Geetha was utterly floored. "What?"

"Tell me."

"Why are you asking like that?" she stammered, completely bewildered.

"Tell me what I asked."

"Uh... I taught him myself." She heard her own words, a mix of defiance and self-incrimination.

"Look at Madam shying." Gautam chuckled softly.

"Ugh, go away." She buried her face in her hands.

"It's okay, I don't mind once in a while, but..."

"No, this won't happen again."

"Hey, I'm not saying anything; you like doing this, don't you?"

"It's not that."

"Darling, it's just a kiss, is he touching you anywhere else?"

"Uh..." Geetha hesitated, a blush creeping up her neck.

"This is too much."

"Oh, please listen to what I'm saying."

"Tell me."

"He says he likes my smell."

"What? Smell?" Gautam sounded genuinely surprised this time.

"Yes... Don't you like it? Why didn't you feel that way?" The question slipped out before she could stop herself.

"So what if he likes the smell now?"

Geetha fell silent, her heart pounding with a mixture of shyness and confusion. She couldn't fathom why Gautam was speaking like this. Yet, a strange impulse to reveal everything, to hold nothing back, was overwhelming her. She remembered how he hadn't reacted negatively when she'd confessed to the ruined dress and the kiss that day, making her think he had misunderstood the extent of it. But today, his questions were disarmingly direct.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Well, he... my..."

"Oh, don't tell me he kissed your boobies."

"No, no..."

Now again Geetha not informing fully.

"Then...?"

"He sniffs my armpit."

"And then?"

"He licks it when I wear a sleeveless blouse."

"He licks. Not 'he licked'. So how many times did he lick?"

"No, just once." Geetha tried to maintain some semblance of innocence.

"Hey... Tell me, two or three times?"

"Two times." The truth slipped out, undeniable.

"Did you like it?"

"Uh... no, no, dear." She quickly denied it.

"Hey, silly girl, tell me, did you like it?"

"Why are you asking like this?" she whimpered, feeling utterly exposed.

"Geetha, you're too hot, and I'm not there, that's why all this, right?"

"Sorry, dear, I won't do it again; I know you're angry."

"Did I say I was angry?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then, darling, I know you have a lot of lust, it's your wish, if you like it, kiss him, hug him, let him lick your armpit."

"Ugh, stop it, please." Geetha was mortified and aroused all at once.

"Truth."

"No, dear, I'll tell him to go home right now."

"No, let him stay. I'll tell you something, will you do it?"

"What?"

"Take him close and make him lie down."

"What are you saying, dear?" Her mind reeled.

"I'm not there, his body will feel warm, won't it?"

"No, dear, don't say that."

"Do as I say, go."

"Really... You're not angry, are you?" Geetha asked, still disbelieving.

"No, I'm not..."

"Darling, why are you saying this?"

"Does this feel pleasurable to you?"

"Uh." The single sound was a confession.

"When will we meet?"

"Dear, can't you come for two days?"

"No, I can't."

"Oh, I want it, dear. It's getting more intense every day." A deep longing, almost a craving, resonated in her voice.

"What should I do?"

"That."

"That, tell me what it is?"

"I'm shy."

"Why with me? Tell me."

"Dear, can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Why did you never lick my armpit?"

"I don't know, I never felt like it. Why, Geetha, did you like it?"

"Uh..."

"Do you want him to lick it more?"

"Uh-huh... It's not that, you?"

"I don't know, darling, I never felt that way. If you like it, I won't say anything." 

Geetha remained silent, her thoughts a whirlwind.

"Does it feel very new to you to kiss someone else besides me?"

"If you say so..."

"I can't believe it, you know, how did all this happen?"

"I told you, I couldn't control myself. I wanted it. The kid also longed for it."

"Hmm... So you're teaching the kid by kissing him, huh?"

"Hey..."

"Haha."

"Darling, you're not angry, are you? If you don't want, I won't even tutor him."

"No, darling, it's fine. It's your wish. Besides, did you hide anything from me? You didn't do anything wrong, did you? All these things are normal these days. I won't deny your enjoyment."

"Hmm."

"What can I do, I found a wife with itchy cunt."

"Chee... What are you saying?"

"Haha... Isn't it?"

"I love you, my hubby."

"Love you too, darling."

"I'll come as soon as the exams are over; jump on your lustful wife."

"I'm ready too. Okay, good night."

"Yeah, good night, darling, mwah..." Geetha ended the call, a strange mixture of relief, embarrassment, and desire swirling within her.


Geetha returned. She opened the door to find him lying in the dark, shrouded by a blanket, his face turned away.

Still undressed, Geetha placed her forgotten dress on the side table. She slipped onto the bed, pulling the blanket over herself, and moved closer to Bharath. Her hand found his shoulder.

"Bharath, are you asleep?" she whispered.

"Hmm..."

"Hey, are you upset because I threatened you?"

"Uh-uh..."

She gently pulled his shoulder, turning him towards her. His face came into view, incredibly close to her boobs. Her fingers wove into the hair at the back of his head, drawing him even nearer.

He buried his nose onto her soft cleavage pillow, inhaling their fragrance. His leg dbangd over her. Geetha pressed the back of his head, holding Bharath's face against her bust.

"Good night, dear," she murmured.

"Hmm..."
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To be continued………..

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[Vasanthan]

Very nice bro

[Thangaraasu]

what a sexy update .. omg

[Ragasiyananban]

No words to appreciate. Simply top class writing

[Projectmp]

Amazing update. Goutam always calls at accurate time and moment.Wondering if he has spy cameras installed all over the house.

[Urupudathavan]

Great going

[snowy69]

Uff bro...
What a story..
I'm getting addicted to this..
A heartfelt request...please stay n complete this story..n only Bharat romances her other than her husband..

[Sage_69]

They went to sleep after making us horny. Hypocrites ...LoL.

[Haran000]

Geetha is irresistible.

Very hot and seductive update.....all scenes are Fucking crazy..let see what happen next...

great, so as of now Barat has seen full naked bareback and now 1 nipple, am i right, Haroon bro??

Woww excellent

Awesome update

Very nice bro

what a sexy update .. omg

No words to appreciate. Simply top class writing

Amazing update. Goutam always calls at accurate time and moment.Wondering if he has spy cameras installed all over the house.

Great going

Uff bro...
What a story..
I'm getting addicted to this..
A heartfelt request...please stay n complete this story..n only Bharat romances her other than her husband..

They went to sleep after making us horny. Hypocrites ...LoL.

Thank you every one of you.
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[Haran000]

Today’s double damaka

[Haran000]

Geetha stirred awake as the first light of dawn filtered through the room, her blue blanket pooled around her navel, a white bra peeking out. Bharat lay beside her, his face nestled against her chest, her arm extending to her left. A jolt of surprise went through her, seeing him in her lap, but then a playful smile curved her lips as the memories of last night gently resurfaced.

As she subtly shifted, her gaze fell upon the gentle valley between her wheatish-white, soft mounds. A thin trail of Bharat's saliva, a wet, flowing river, trickled from his right cheek to the corner of his lips. In the cool room, an unexpected wave of warmth spread through her.

Ignoring it for a moment, she got up and glanced to the other side. She reached for the white robe Gautam had left in the cupboard, wrapping herself in its soft embrace.

Her eyes returned to Bharat, captivated by the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he slept deeply. She watched him for a beat, then tied her robe securely and sat down, her right hand instinctively touching the center of his chest. It was firm, yet incredibly soft. Her thin, cool fingers drifted downwards, tracing a path to Bharat's stomach. Her gaze followed, then dipped lower.

In the shadows cast by the blanket, a small, reddish, mushroom was faintly visible. As her little finger brushed against it while caressing his stomach, a shiver ran through her as she recognized what it was. At that precise moment, Bharat stirred slightly. Panicked, she snatched her hand back.

‘That's sh... tch,’ she muttered, her cheeks flushing as she bit her trembling lip. Her mind, she realized, wouldn't stay disciplined if she remained there. She rose and quietly exited the bedroom.


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Two hours later, having loaded the clothes into the washing machine, a growl from her stomach reminded her of breakfast. She entered the kitchen and washed her hands, wondering what to cook so early. Opening the fridge, she spotted a packet of bread. As she pulled it out and closed the door, Bharat, shirtless and with his strong arm visible, materialized before her eyes.

"Good morning, Miss..."

Geetha's eyes met his face, then, almost unconsciously, drifted downwards. Seeing his chest, a faint tingle ran through her lower lip. Her lips stretched into a smile that reached her eyes, and Bharat noticed.

"What are you looking at, Miss...?" he teased.

‘Ah... he just asked that,’ she thought, startled, and quickly lifted her head. "What?" she asked aloud.

"What are you doing, Miss...?" he asked naughtily, his gaze lingering on her lips.

A little confused, she replied, "I'm making breakfast. There's bread."

"What will you eat with it?" he inquired.

"There's peanut butter," Geetha said. "Bharat, can you go to the shop and get a milk packet?"

Taking a step forward, standing a foot away from her, Bharat narrowed his eyes and smiled. "I have to go home, Miss, did you forget...?"

"Just bring the milk packet and leave," Geetha insisted.

Turning towards the stove, she chuckled at his mischief and placed the bread packet on a plate.

"Hey, Miss, you're not going out in this dress, are you? Haha..." he joked, his gaze sweeping over her, from her visible white chubby calves up to the round shape of her buttocks, hidden by the robe. 

As soon as she looked at him, he quickly met her gaze.

"My handbag is near the TV, bring it, I'll give you money," Geetha instructed.

He retrieved the handbag and returned, standing behind her as she unwrapped the bread packet. Releasing a warm breath near her ear and neck, Bharat said, "Here you go, Miss...," placing the bag in front of her. That warm breath on her neck ignited a yearning for a warm embrace within her.

With her left hand, she slid the bag forward onto the slab, and as she drew her hand back, his fingertips deliberately brushed against her waist, lightly grazing her dress. 

All of this awakened a mischievous, curious, new excitement within her.

"This dress looks very good on you, Miss," Bharat complimented. Geetha felt a surge of delight.

Touching her waist, he moved his hand downwards, brushing it against her dress, and then pulled up the thin white fabric of her robe. It bunched up, revealing the bottom of her buttocks.

‘What is he doing...’

"Miss, hold that bread packet for a moment," Bharat requested.

"Why?" she asked.

"Hold it first, I'll tell you," he insisted.

Geetha held the bread packet in her right hand. He leaned his face towards her neck and looked.

"Squeeze it," he murmured.

She squeezed the packet once.

"It's fresh and soft, isn't it?" he asked.

"Hmm..." she replied.

Looking at her white curve, he let his hand drop lower and firmly squeezed her semi-naked buttock. 

Desire spread through Geetha. "Iss..... Hey...." she gasped, dropping the bread. 

As his cool hand gently twisted under her soft buttock, a tickle erupted between her thighs. She laughed at what Bharat was doing.


Caressing softly with his fingers, Bharat whispered, "Miss..."

She bit her lip and pressed both hands onto the slab. "Hmm...." she hummed.

"You look very romantic in this dress," Bharat said. He held her right buttock with his other hand as well. His cool hands made her warming body flinch.

"Hey..." she protested weakly.

He pressed both hands softly upwards under her buttocks. Taking a deep breath, she tried to stop Bharat, but her body was saying no. "Mmm..." she murmured.

"Miss, bend forward a little," Bharat coaxed. As soon as he spoke, she bent her spine like a bow. Her curves pushed out even more for Bharat. He caressed with his fingers, held her buttocks, and kneaded them softly.

"Aaahh...." she moaned.

He held the edges of her panty and moved them aside, completely caressing her left buttock with his fingers up to her private part, making Geetha's body float. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back.

"Mmm...." she sighed.

He grabbed a full from below and kneaded it like a piece of bread.

"Iss ha..." she gasped.

"Uh-oh... what is this so early in the morning?"

She quickly stood up, turned around, and pushed Bharat's chest with her hand. He took a step back.

"Hey... puppy, what is this?" she asked.

"Miss, I'm just feeling how smooth it is," he replied.

When he said that, she felt shy, lowered her face, and laughed. 

"That's enough feeling," she said.

The firmness of Bharat's body was palpable in her palm, and she found she didn't want to remove her hand from his chest. His chest was firm yet incredibly soft. She pressed it with her fingers and caressed it slightly. Her hand, seemingly no longer under her control, gently touched the warmth of his chest. Bharat noticed.

‘Geetha, take your hand off, ignore it,’ her mind urged. But no matter how much she tried to stop herself, Bharat's captivating body wouldn't let her. She continued to caress his chest with her fingers, biting her lip, and watching. 

Bharat, observing this, leaned forward. "Did you like it, Miss...?"

Her cheeks flushed with shyness, trying to stay in control but unable to, she nodded vertically.

"Why, Miss?" he pressed.

She looked up into his eyes once. A small spark danced in Bharat's eyes. Seeing that, she couldn't stand it and looked down, shaking her head, confused, as if to say she wouldn't tell.

"Tell me, Miss," he insisted.

"It's very good, soft," she finally managed. "You play badminton, so you're fit."

"Miss, what did you say yesterday?" Bharat asked, his voice low. "You kissed my chest. Kiss it again now."

‘Geetha, that's enough, go do your work,’ a voice in her head warned.

‘It's nothing, kiss him Geetha, he's burning up,’ another naughty soul urged.

‘Ah, it's just what I did yesterday.’

Geetha, unable to hold back, reached out, her hand sliding to grip Bharat's chest near his ribs. Leaning forward, her rose-red lips, trembling slightly, pressed a small kiss directly in the middle of his chest.



Bharat startled, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

Separating her lips, she then bit gently at his left nipple before moving to kiss the right. 

"Sss..." Bharat hissed softly. Her saliva glistened on his skin.

"Sorry..." Geetha murmured.

"Did I say anything, Miss...?" Bharat replied, a smile playing on his lips.

Geetha returned his smile, then bit down, harder this time, into the muscle beneath his nipple.

"Aah!" Bharat groaned, his hands immediately sliding under her buttocks to lift her.

"Ah...." Geetha gasped as he pressed her upwards.

 She leaned in and placed a small kiss on the curve of his neck.

Gasping lustfully, he let out a soft "ah..."

Kissing his chest again, she tightened her hands around his waist and continued to shower him with kisses. "Ah... Miss," Bharat murmured.

As she kissed Bharat, her body pressed against his warmth, her mischievous spirit intensified. Bharat's strong arms sent shivers through her, and the sensation traveled between her thighs, making her panties damp with desire from just this contact.

He held her waist with his left hand, his right hand moving possessively to bury itself in the hair at the back of her head, pulling her closer still. Geetha opened her mouth and bit fiercely under his chest before gently licking the spot.

Bharat's nerves stood on end, and he trembled visibly. "Miss...." he whispered.

Then, Geetha's gaze fell upon his erect member, pressing against his pants. Her heart pounded as she stared at the bulge. Her fingers slowly moved down his chest. Bharat's chest rose and fell with his deep breaths. Geetha's lips were trembling. Her fingers gently stroked down to Bharat's navel.

‘Geetha, what are you doing? Let him go,’ a voice in her mind commanded, but her fingers completely ignored it. As her fingertips touched next to his navel, Bharat felt a tickle and swayed slightly. He looked at Geetha's lips; they looked like rose petals trembling in a gentle breeze.

He gently stroked her neck with his right hand, then placed his index finger under her chin and lifted her head. Geetha hesitated, looking directly into Bharat's eyes, then shyly parted her lips.

"Miss...." Bharat said.

With a teasing look, she nodded her head, "Hmm..."

"You're very hot, your neck is burning, you don't have a fever, do you?" Bharat asked.

At his words, she smiled cutely. "Haha.... No." She leaned forward and rubbed her nose into his neck. Geetha swallowed, a soft "Ha..." escaping her lips in a sigh.

"Maybe there's no air here, that's why," Bharat mused.

"Hmmm...." Geetha hummed in response.

"Miss, you haven't bathed," Bharat observed.

"Oh!" Geetha exclaimed.

"Even so, you smell like a fresh rose, Miss," Bharat complimented. As Bharat praised her, she glowed with pleasure. As he moved his hand on her waist, she trembled slightly and bit her lip. 

Bharat noticed this. Holding her face and looking directly into her eyes sensually, Bharat said, "If you bite your lips like that, you look even hotter, Miss."

"Oo...." Geetha whispered.

Geetha's finger, without her conscious control, began to circle in Bharat's navel.

"Miss, what are you thinking?" Bharat asked.

"What?"

"Why are you moving your hand like that?"

"Nothing."

He gripped her waist and pushed her back. Geetha took two steps back and leaned against the kitchen counter.

"Miss, I want to see your waist," Bharat stated.

"Hey.... Why?" Geetha protested.

"I don't know, I just want to see it once."

Holding Bharat's chin with her left hand and stroking it, Geetha replied, "No, go home after going to the shop."

"Miss, today is Sunday, isn't it?" He moved closer and leaned over her. Geetha looked into Bharat's eyes, sensually submitting.

"Yes," she breathed.

"Do we have tuition then?"

She showed her beautiful, sparkling silver teeth and smiled. "No, why?"

"Uh-huh.... Nothing." 

She looked down at his member. It was pressing out of his pants, bulging in his underwear. Her lips were trembling. She looked back at Bharat.

"Miss, shall we play another game...?" Bharat said with a mischievous smile.

"Hey.... Naughty fellow," Geetha playfully chided him.

"Haha.... Are you afraid you'll lose, Miss?" He leaned his neck even closer. 

Geetha cooperated by spreading her thighs, allowing him to stand between them.

"It's not like that," she insisted.

"Then we can play something, right?"

"What shall we play?" she wondered, a thought flitting through her mind, "What am I doing? If I lose now, I don't even know what he'll ask for."

He slid his left hand down her right thigh and stopped behind her knee. " I read a story called Dhika - an innocent angel, in that story I saw this small game. That is, now one will walk fingers on leg, and whoever stops by saying ‘chicken' first loses. The winner gets whatever they ask for."

Geetha knew she would lose anyway, but her mischievous nature made her agree. "Okay."

"Okay, start."

"Hmm."

Bharat walked his index and middle fingers from her knee up to her thigh. Geetha tingled as his fingers touched her. She let go of Bharat's chin and held his shoulder. Bharat moved past her thigh and continued to climb. He passed her buttocks and was approaching the elastic of her panties. Her excitement grew. "What will he do? Get there? No, he won't do that much," she thought frantically.

Bharat came onto her buttock, and with his fingers, he walked across the soft, tender flesh, and suddenly moved forward, three inches away from the junction of her thighs. 

"No.... No..." 

He moved his fingers another inch towards her. 

‘No... If I don't stop him now, it's a no-no there. 

If I stop him, what will he ask for if he wins?’

She wanted to stop Bharat somehow. She didn't know what to do. Her body was trembling. Looking at Bharat's hand, she saw Bharat's member between her thighs. 

‘No, if I do that.... Oh my.’

Bharat came inside her right thigh and was about to lift the edge of her panties and touch them, when her heart pounded, and she blurted out, "Chicken."

Bharat quickly pulled his hand back and laughed. "Hehe.... Miss, I won."

She grabbed Bharat's face and pulled him up. Bharat came over her, pressing his member between her thighs. It got stuck directly between them, touching an inch above the space between her vertical lips. If Bharat moved down a little, their lips would touch. She brought Bharat's face closer, stopped their lips just before touching, and breathed out a warm "Ha" to him. She stretched her neck forward, about to kiss him, but Bharat moved back.

"It's just a kiss, right?" Geetha asked.

He laughed. "No, Miss." 

Geetha knew he wouldn't ask for a kiss. She had thought of kissing him now to escape.

"Then what?" she asked.

He was lifting and raising Geetha's dress.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Geetha exclaimed.

"Miss, I want your navel."

She held Bharat's shoulders with both hands. His shoulders were hard and warm, feeling very tempting. "Doesn't a puppy like lips?"

"Miss, I told you yesterday, didn't I?" He lifted her dress up to her waist. Leaning down, he kissed her neck at the hollow of her throat.

"Yah..." Geetha gasped. 

He slid down a little further and kissed her an inch above the middle of her beautiful bubbles. Leaning further down, he lifted her dress with both hands and looked. Geetha's white thighs, and between them, brown panties, with a slight wetness in the V-cut of the panties. 

Looking right there, Bharat said, "Miss, your panties are wet." At those words, Geetha's desire flared. She deliberately didn't respond, feeling embarrassed.

Just then, he saw her sugary well in a field of white clouds, and his gaze eagerly went to her navel. There was sweat, and as a drop of sweat was about to fall from above into her navel, he stuck out his tongue and caught it. As Bharat's cold tongue touched the walls of her navel, a small lightning bolt shot into her thighs. Trembling to control herself, she held Bharat's head with her right hand.

"Hushhhhh....." she said, closing her eyes and letting out a small moan.

He gave a deep kiss on her navel. Geetha spread her thighs wider and shivered. Smacking her lips, Geetha moaned, "Mmm...."

"Miss..." Bharat murmured.

She put both hands on Bharat's head and pulled him to her waist. Bharat put his face completely under her dress and poked his tongue into her navel. It felt like an ice cube touching her with his saliva. Her navel trembled, and an electric shock pierced her panties, making them even wetter.

"Uff.... Puppy, enough."

Bharat didn't heed Geetha's words. He started to play his tongue in the valley of her navel. He put his tongue in her saliva-filled navel and licked it in circles.

"Ah.... Ss..." Geetha moaned softly.

"Umm, Miss, I like your navel very much, Miss..." He covered her navel with his mouth and sucked it with his tongue. Geetha liked that Bharat showed so much affection for her navel. She put her hands behind her, balanced herself, and leaned back.

"Umm, how is it possible, Miss, that you are so soft and sweet?" Bharat asked.

"Mmm..... Don't say that." 

He thrust his tongue in and licked upwards, and her navel nerves twitched and tingled.

"Mmm.... Puppy," Geetha whispered.

"Don't say that, Miss." He slid his left hand down and put it under her buttocks, then squeezed a handful tightly.

"Ah.... Hey...." she moaned loudly.

He moved back and immediately came up, holding Geetha's head with both hands, moving forward and touching her thighs with his member, looking into her eyes. 

‘Does he even know it's poking me?’

Geetha took a few deeper breaths, sweat on her forehead, breathing with difficulty.

"Miss, are you okay?" Bharat asked, his voice filled with concern.

"Ha..." she gasped. Both of them were breathless and sweating. He stroked Geetha's left cheek with his right thumb.

"Miss, how did it feel?" he asked.

She looked into his eyes shyly and smiled. "It was good."

He lifted Geetha's hips and sat her on the kitchen counter, then leaned over her, savoring the softness of her breasts against his chest, and ceaselessly rained kisses on her neck. Bharat's jeans button poked her waist.

"Aaah.... Puppy, wait a minute," Geetha yelled. As she yelled that, he pulled back.

"What happened, Miss?"

"Your pant button poked me."

"Oh... Miss, shall I take off my pants....?" he said with a smile. He didn't hesitate for a second.

"Ha, take them off..."

Bharat hadn't expected that. He immediately unzipped them. As his erect member, in its full size and shape, became visible from his underwear to Geetha, she gasped loudly, looking only at it. As he took off his pants and put them aside, he hugged Geetha tightly. His member pressed over her panties, and Bharat's movement caused friction against her vertical lips.

"Mmm...." Geetha moaned, puckering her lips.

He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. "Miss, your boobs feel so soft against my chest." He moved up a little more. His member moved slightly upwards, poking into Geetha's navel, and its base touched an inch above her womanhood. Her clitoris tingled, and Geetha's blood boiled. She also wrapped her arms around Bharat and hugged him.

"Miss, it feels so good."

"Hmmm....yes."

He kissed the back of her neck and licked her sweat.

"Oo..." Geetha sighed. He lifted her neck slightly and sucked her earlobe.

"U..." she moaned. He brought his hands up and from behind, held the edges of her dress, separating them a little wider on her shoulders, put his face in her neck, and licked with his tongue, giving Geetha small shivers.

"Oo.... Can't you stay still for a while?" she pleaded.

"Miss, I like licking your sweat," Bharat said, his voice husky.

"Puppy, what kind of madness is this for you?"

"That's why you call me puppy, right?" He licked under her neck, up to her chin.

[Haran000]

"Don't do that," Geetha said, her voice a soft tremor. 

Their eyes met, breaths mingling in the charged air. Her lower lip quivered, but he held back, knowing a single kiss would make her retreat.

Geetha's hands roamed his warm body, tracing a path upwards to his chest, then cupping Bharath's face firmly.

"Why, Miss..." Bharath exhaled, his voice a sensual whisper.

"Did I say no?" Geetha countered.

"Tell me, doesn't it feel good?"

Geetha's gaze dropped to his lips, a shy smile gracing her face. "Hmm..."

"Then why are you stopping me, Miss?"

"Aren't you going home?"

He leaned in, his lips just shy of hers. "Miss, don't hide it, tell me."

"I'm not hiding anything."

"Miss, that day, when I saw you in the bathroom, did you get angry with me?"

‘Why that now?’ Geetha stroked Bharath's cheeks, swallowing his heated breath. "Uh-uh."

A small twitch from Bharath's member sent a shiver through her. Unable to resist, she leaned in for a kiss, but he deftly raised a hand, stopping her with a finger between their lips.

‘I can't take this anymore.’

"Hey... take it off," Geetha pleaded.

"I won't, Miss."

"Are you saying no to my kiss, then?" She pouted.

He smiled, leaning forward to lightly lick the edge of her upper lip before pulling back. 

"Miss, I won't kiss you now."

"Why?"

He bent down again, his tongue tracing a path from her neck to her cleavage and back up, all while his right hand gently massaged her neck. Geetha, overwhelmed, sensually turned her head from side to side.

"What's happening, Miss?" Bharath murmured.

"Uh-uh."

He slipped his left hand inside her dress, gently pressing her waist, then brought his lips close to hers, speaking sensually as they touched. "Miss, this dress is suffocating you. If you take it off, you'll be very comfortable..." He punctuated his words with a sharp squeeze of her waist.

"Ahh, take it off..." Geetha cursed herself. 

‘Ugh... what am I saying?’

"No, Miss, you have to take off your dress yourself."

Geetha pushed him back, her hands on his chest. She clutched the string of her robe, her eyes locked with his possessive gaze.

Mind: Geetha, stop.
Body: Take it off, take it off, bind him in your embrace.

As Bharath watched, in a flash, she pulled the robe string and moved it aside. He froze, mouth agape, and she chuckled at his reaction. She untied the robe, opening it to reveal her embraced beauty.

She wore a brown bra and panty, her body glistening with sweat. Her full, cheese-like boobs were packed in the bra, her waist like midday clouds, her navel slightly deep. The panty clung to her skin, merging with her thighs, while her legs were like vanilla ice cream cones, her calves biting. Shoulders, arms – he was mesmerized by every detail.

Without a moment's delay, she grabbed Bharath's hand and pulled him up. In a second, he was in her embrace, his chest against her bust, their bodies burning like a furnace. He pressed his member an inch above her panty, leaning over her and hugging her tightly.

"Miss, you're sexy," Bharath whispered.

"Uh..." Geetha bit her lip.

He kissed her neck. "Stay like this, it's good."

"You're burning too."

"You too." He bent his neck, licking her cleavage with his tongue.

"Uh..." 

‘He's not giving me any breaks today.’

"Miss, your boobs are the most beautiful ever..." He buried his face in her cleavage, where her breasts were only half visible, his face half-submerged. He began licking and kissing her breasts there. Geetha's breasts hardened, her nipples became erect, her body tingled, and the tingling bit at her pussy.

She grabbed Bharath's hair and pulled his head up. Looking at him longingly, she was about to join their lips, but again, he leaned back.

"No puppy games," she warned.

He held Geetha's waist, four fingers on one side, his thumb on the other, touching her softness. Unable to resist, he fiercely twisted and squeezed his fingers.

"Mmm..." Geetha moaned, writhing.

"Miss, stop..." he whispered, kissing her neck.

She released her grip on his head, weakening under the touch of his kiss. He gazed at her beauty. Her breasts shone like moonbeams in the light, like round cheese laddoos. Geetha was breathing heavily, and gradually they swelled, stretching the bra, her erect nipples forming shapes in the brown bra, making Bharath's eyes sparkle, driving him crazy.

He bent forward and kissed her ear. "Miss, did I really sleep with my face there last night?"

"Uh."

He kissed the muscle of her neck. Geetha shivered.

"Ash..."

"They're very bubbly, Miss. Your smell is also intoxicating."

She wrapped her arms around Bharath's shoulders and took him into her lap, kissing his neck. "You make me shy when you say that."

He grabbed the edges of her dress and pulled it down over her shoulders to her elbows. He stopped then, as her hands were still on Bharath's shoulders.

"Miss, take your hands off."

"Uh-uh."

"No, Miss, don't be shy."

As he said that, she shyly looked down and let her hands drop. Bharath completely separated the robe from Geetha. She had nothing on but her bra and panty. Geetha was looking down at his throbbing member.

Slowly, he stroked Geetha's waist with his hands, rubbing them along her curves, making her whole body tremble. He bent down and bit her neck with his lips.

"Uh.."

He went further down, buried his face in her cleavage, and bit the cheese in the middle. As her soft boobs swells touched his nose and lips, his blood boiled. Geetha closed her eyes, trembling, and arched her neck back.

He put out his tongue and poked and licked between the two cheese balls.

"Ahh..." Only half of it reached because of the bra. He started moving his tongue up and down there.

Geetha was getting new tickles. She held his head and pressed it there. "Uh... puppy, stop." But he didn't listen and started licking the edges of her breasts too.

He came up a bit, pressed his tongue on the height of her right breast, licked towards her bra strap, and bit it with his lips. Geetha's nerves tingled.

"Umm... Hah..."

He went to the right and did the same on her left boob. 

‘Oh my God... this boy.’

He tried to pull the bra down with his teeth. 

‘What's he doing? No.’

Geetha pulled her head back and pushed him hard. Bharath stumbled, took a step back, and looked at her nervously. Geetha looked at Bharath and saw his pale face. 

‘Oh no, I shouldn't have pushed him.’

"I'm sorry, Miss," he said.

She took his hand and pulled him close with a faint smile. "Don't go inside, okay?"

"Sorry, Miss."

"It's okay."

Bharath looked possessively at Geetha's cleavage, placed his right hand on her waist, and moved it up to her rib cage, then brought it forward, gently stroking under her left breast. He moved it up a bit and touched her left spongy globe.

Geetha kept looking at him with trepidation. He came forward, held her face with his left hand, and lifted it up. He put his lips close to hers. Geetha stuck out her tongue. He took it with his lips and sucked it, pulling it inside. But he stopped short of giving a kiss.

"Ha... Miss, please give it like that."

"Uh-uh... give me a kiss."

"If you do it one more time, I'll give you a kiss."

She agreed and smiled, sticking out her tongue. He took it and started sucking it as before. 

‘What kind of games are these?’

While sucking her tongue, he was bringing his right hand further up. 

‘Should I stop... or not...’

He placed his right palm under her armpit, beside her boob, and as his thumb touched her boob, it directly pricked her nipple, causing it to tingle, creating a shiver in her. She moaned sensually and lustfully into Bharath's mouth, "Umm... Ha..."

He licked her lower lip and covered her boob with his hand over the bra.

"Ahh... Bharath."

"Miss, it's so spongy."

Geetha held Bharath's head with her right hand and took his hand with her left, placing it on her waist. "Hmm..."

Unable to resist touching the softness of her body, he slid his hand down and squeezed her buttock from behind.

"Hiss..." As she was about to take his lips, he lowered his head, kissing under her chin, and started going down. 

Geetha held his head, savoring the kisses. He kissed every inch as he went down, kissed her cleavage, and went further down to take her right nipple, hidden in the bra, with his lips. She shivered all over at once.

"Aahh... puppy."

He put out his tongue and sensually moved it up and down on her erect nipple, making her breast twitch, and Geetha writhed her body pleasurably. He kissed her breasts over the bra, and as he prodded her nipples with his tongue, she let out lustful moans.
"Uh... slowly."

He pressed his lips and rained thick kisses on her cheese mounds. The bra was half-soaked with sweat, and with Bharath's saliva, her breasts were swelling with each breath, looking like they would burst out. 

She held Bharath's head tightly from behind and pressed it into cleavage. He opened his mouth there and sensually licked. The tingling in Geetha's core increased, and she let out moans.

"Ahh..."

"Ahh... how beautiful you are, Miss. I want to stay like this forever."

"That's enough now."

"Uh-uh..." He continued kissing downwards from there. He bit and licked her waist, going further down, and bit the fat under her navel like papaya pulp with his teeth and pulled. 

Geetha, "Isss Haa..." bit her teeth and pushed his forehead with her hand.

"Sorry, Miss."

"Don't bite like that."

"I didn't mean to, it just happened."

"Uh..."

As Geetha nodded, he suddenly kissed her navel again and poked his tongue in. Her nerves tingled, and she immediately grabbed his hair and pulled him back. But he didn't stop, he kissed her navel one more time and came up.

He put his face in front of hers and smiled mischievously. "Miss, just one more time, please."

Geetha was about to take his lips, but he didn't let her. "Hey..."

"Haha... what's up, Miss?"

She looked down; Bharath's member was still sticking out like a rod. Seeing Bharath's laugh, she got angry, pulled his head close, and with her right hand, she suddenly grabbed and squeezed his erect member. 

He was airborne at that touch. "Hah... Miss," he moaned.

Geetha took that opportunity and joined her lips with his lower lip. "Umm..." She squeezed his member hard one more time. He also bit her upper lip hard with his teeth.

‘Geetha, that's enough.’

She released his member, grabbed Bharath's waist, and pulled him up. He came completely between her legs and leaned over her, both of them sucking each other's lips and exchanging saliva. Bharath felt the heat radiating from her thighs and pressed his member even closer, exactly an inch above Geetha's labia.

"Hah..." she moaned into his mouth and was about to release her lips when he bit her lower lip with his teeth and pulled. Geetha felt a burning sensation and screamed, "Ash..." He let go.

Smiling mischievously, Geetha asked, "Why do you bite like that?" She held Bharath's face and playfully bit his lower lip again.

"Shh... Miss, I didn't do it that hard."

"Haha..."

Bharath's member, like a red-hot iron hammer, poked her navel, stirring desire in her navel. 

He put his hands behind her and scratched her with his fingers. Bharath brought his hands up, held her face, and intensely put his mouth into hers.

They both alternately sucked each other's lips, and saliva dripped from her upper lip onto Bharath's lower lip. He put his tongue into her mouth, licked her upper lip, joined their lips, and as they bit each other's lips hard, so that their cheeks were tight, and she bit his lower lip eagerly, saliva dripped from Geetha's chin.

For two minutes, he rubbed his member against her navel between her thighs, and she tightened her labia, releasing fluid. Above, their lips kissed, saliva dripping, and they broke the kiss for breath. Geetha's lips shone with their combined saliva, and Bharath's chin also shone the same way.

Both were breathing deeply and laughing. Then, when Geetha looked at her breasts, they were swelling in the bra cage, straining to burst out. Bharath looked at them and was about to lower his neck when she suddenly held his chin and stopped him. Bharath looked at her possessively with a faint smile.

Shaking her head, Geetha said, "Uh-uh, that's enough."

"Okay, Miss." He hugged her tightly. Geetha's beauty was pressed warmly against his chest, swelling like balloons on the sides. His member was stuck between both their waists, burning, and that fire reached between her thighs.

"Ahh... Miss."

"Uh... move back a little."

He rubbed his nose into her neck, inhaling her scent and becoming intoxicated. "Miss, just one minute."

But Geetha was getting messy between her thighs. Her panty was already soaked, and her thighs felt uncomfortable. 

‘Let me go, I need to shower.’

"I like you, Miss. I don't like to bother you. Sorry for stopping the kiss."

She clasped her hands behind Bharath's back and embraced the hug even more lovingly. 

"Hey... puppy, you've been playing too many games lately."

"Miss, Gautam sir called me the other day." At that, she felt a little anxious.

"Oh, really?"

"Hmm... Miss, I thought of telling him I kissed you." She quickly pulled Bharath's head back and looked at him anxiously.

"Did you tell him?"

"No, Miss, how could I without telling you? I was scared." She gently kissed Bharath's lips. 

"Don't tell him. Whatever you feel, tell me first."

"Hmm..."

"Puppy, aren't you going home today?"

"Miss, I'll take a shower, get my books, and come back here."

"But when you come back, you have to study, not come to me like this."

"Miss, will I really be in the top ten?"

"Hey, why wouldn't you? You're studying, aren't you?"

"Ha..."

"Tell me the truth, are you studying when you go home?"

"I am, Miss, promise." He took her lips. When she stuck out her tongue, he licked and sucked it with his own tongue.

"Umm... Miss, does Gautam sir really not do this to you?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"You don't need to know all that."

"Sorry, Miss."

"Move back a little."

"Why, Miss?" She looked down and bit her lip shyly as Bharath's member poked her navel.

"Miss, hold it again." She was shocked and looked up, her pupils wide.

"It's okay, Miss." She lowered her right hand and touched his member's head with her fingers, making Bharath shiver, "Mmm," and he gripped her hips.

"Stand back a little." He took a step back. Geetha kept her hand pressed there, bit her lip, and stroked down the full length.

"Ahh... Miss." She let go. She got down, shyly pushed Bharath, and entered the bedroom, then the bathroom. 

Bharath came holding his pants and Geetha's white robe and saw that the bathroom door wasn't fully closed. He opened the door and saw Geetha still in her bra and panty, facing away from him under the shower. Seeing her white thighs, buttocks, and golden-glowing back, the heat between his legs intensified.

"Miss..." he called softly.

Geetha didn't make a sound. 

‘Don't come, don't come.’

“Miss, can I come in?” Bharat chuckled to himself, his voice a low murmur.

‘Oh no, he’s asking. No, what can I say?’ Geeta’s mind raced.

Bharat stepped inside, a slow, hesitant movement, then reached out from behind her, his hands finding purchase on her shoulders. A jolt, like an electric current, coursed through Geeta’s body. Her eyes slammed shut in a desperate reflex.

He advanced, pressing his hard, erect form against her buttocks, his face drawing close to her left ear. Her trembling intensified with the intimate contact. Bharat inhaled the scent of her hair, then a husky whisper escaped his lips, "What happened, Miss? Why aren’t you talking?"

He fought the urge to withdraw his hands, but the pull was too strong. His right hand found her right buttock, and the warmth of his fingers sent a tremor through Geeta’s knees. He caressed the soft skin, then slid his hand down, his fingers curling, squeezing her from bottom to top.



“Aah…” A moan escaped Geeta, her fingers pressing against the nearby wall for support.

He kissed the back of her neck.

‘Ah, what am I doing? 

I can’t stop him, and 

how did he even dare to come 

into my bathroom today?’

“Iss… puppy, you shouldn’t come into the bathroom like this,” Geeta managed to say, her voice barely a whisper.

“Miss, but I saw your butt and wanted to touch it once,” Bharat replied, unabashed.

“Hey, what kind of talk is that?”

“What did I say now?” He traced his fingers over her rounded, pillow-like buttock once more, squeezing gently.

Biting her lip passionately, Geeta let out a soft, “Mmmmmm…”

“Miss, if I top the class in pre-finals, what will you give me?” Bharat’s voice held a playful challenge.

‘ Another game. 

I shouldn’t agree to this one.’ 

Yet, games with Bharat were exhilarating, each one pushing a boundary, his playful teasing igniting her desires.

“Hey, naughty fellow… always a challenge?” Geeta teased back.

“Oh, tell me, Miss.”

“You, top the class, oh let’s see…” she said, her voice laced with deliberate teasing and laughter.

“If I do, what will you give me?”

Geeta still had her eyes closed when he pulled off his underwear and tossed it outside the door.

“First, come and show me.”

“Really?”

“Yes…”

He licked the delicate fold in her neck and pressed his naked hard member against her left buttock. It was like a sharpened knife, burning as it touched her cool, buttery skin, melting the honey-like desire within her, sending waves of passion from her buttocks to her core.

‘That… that… how could he do that?’ 

Geeta was lost in thought as he guided his aroused length between her buttocks, pressing it deeper, wedging it perfectly between the soft curves, pushing her panties further down.

“Ahh… puppy,” she whimpered.

Bharat bent down, his tongue tracing her spine, licking the beads of sweat like butter. A current shot through her, a storm brewing within her body.

“Aah… shh…” Geeta moaned, twisting her body.

“Miss, even your back is so soft.” With his left hand, he held the curve of her lower back, pressing his lips firmly against the mole on her right shoulder blade, a deep, lingering kiss.
“Mmm, Bharat…”

He licked the mole again, then lifted his heels, rubbing his member up and down on her soft, elevated right buttock, savoring the gentle friction. 

Geeta couldn’t bear the intensifying heat, pressing her thighs together, trying to control the burning itch deep inside her.

Bharat’s hand slid lower from her waist. Geeta’s heart pounded, every nerve tingling.

Mind: Geeta, his hand is going down. Stop him.
Body: Let it go. How much more can you hold back?

Bharat’s fingers slid further, grasping her hips at the height of her buttocks, pulling her back even more, pressing his member harder against her.

Licking below her ear, Bharat whispered, “Miss, I saw you from behind that day.”

She laughed, her right hand reaching behind to cup Bharat’s head. “Hey, you thief.”

“How are you so hot, Miss?” He leaned forward and claimed her lips. They sucked at each other’s mouths, a passionate exchange.

The softness of Geeta’s skin gave Bharat’s member immense pleasure. He released her lips, a ragged “Ha… Iss… Mmm…” escaping him, then swayed, and the morning’s accumulated fluid ejaculated like liquid mercury onto her white, milky buttocks. 



It was thick and hot, wetting her pluffiness, trickling down, creating a throbbing sensation in her thighs.

Breathing heavily, Bharat whispered, “Ahh… Miss… Ugh…” burying his face in Geeta’s back, leaning on her. 

Geeta giggled at what had transpired, swaying gently. Bharat gave her another kiss on her back. 

Geeta couldn’t control the restless itch in her core, as insistent as it had been the night before.

“Bharat, get out. I need to take a bath.”

“Miss…”

“Hey, puppy, you should listen…” she said, pushing him away.

“… Okay, Miss,” he conceded, his voice laced with reluctance.
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To be continued……….

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[Sage_69]

Fuck! That was so hot. Bharat is super horny while Geeta just enjoying the play too much.

[nallapaiyan2]

how controlled are both bharat, geeta, kudos to them to not cross the limits, let them be like that for more time and the teasing continue and continue

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