Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[xbiilove]

Who is going to put the dick inside her. Bharat, Shiva, Dhanush, Sriram or another

[Sarran Raj]

Excellent yaar

[Rockket Raja]

Teacher is getting taught by the student. Cucky husband and lucky student.

[Bigil]

The story can revolve around geeta, bharat and her cuck husband. other characters are not interesting.

[secpass]

When is the update bro

[raja shri]

Waiting for your next update bro

[Projectmp]

Eagerly waiting for update

[Haran000]

Great update

Thanks for the details. If the script is in English even telugu version can be read.
I am interested in dominance nature of Shiva against Geetha as that looks as matured content.

Osm ...updates broWe got to know about Geeta's past through some updates, she had a boyfriend earlier, she met him and we used to talk only on phone... Now it remains to be seen whether he will come back to her present time...But brother, I still don't understand... what made him think that he has started thinking about his past... did bharat make him think about his past?...let see what happens next in upcoming update....and some small lesbian tease  acts of between friends  are osm...let see
By the way brother when are you getting geetha first encounter done .ya only sirf tease....I will wait of shaadi adventure of geetha also... because shiva doesn't give easily on geetha ..let see what happens next..

Encounter with Shiva would be enjoyable.

Waiting for the long weekend update!

Who is going to put the dick inside her. Bharat, Shiva, Dhanush, Sriram or another

Excellent yaar

Teacher is getting taught by the student. Cucky husband and lucky student.

The story can revolve around geeta, bharat and her cuck husband. other characters are not interesting.

Very nice dude

Thank you all

[Haran000]

13. Chat!

The badminton court buzzed with the familiar thwack of rackets against a shuttlecock. Three young men, fresh friends united by their shared passion, were pushing themselves hard. With the district competitions looming just a month away, every practice was a stepping stone toward their collective goal of bringing a trophy back to the academy.

Rohit, easily identifiable in his bright blue t-shirt, moved with a leisurely pace. He was a second-year intermediate student, same age as Bharath, and the son of the wealthy and influential Durga Reddy. With a shopping mall and two jewelry stores to his father's name, Rohit wanted for nothing. He was drawn to the excitement of sports, and his family's wealth allowed him to indulge in every whim. He played at his own relaxed rhythm, not yet feeling the pressure of the upcoming competition.

Across the net from him stood Sai Krishna. Wearing a green striped t-shirt, his powerfully built body moved with a grace that belied his size. His long arm, a natural advantage, reached back and launched a long, strong shot that arced high and sailed over Rohit's head. Krishna was a B.Tech student at JNTU, and his dedication to the sport was evident in every movement. He traveled an hour and a half by local bus every day just to be at the academy. A faded picture of a trophy on his phone's wallpaper served as a constant reminder of his past victories and future goals. He was both older and more skilled than his new friends.

The shuttlecock landed just beyond the boundary line. Rohit, unable to return the powerful shot, sighed in defeat. 

A quiet sadness emanated from Bharath, who was sitting on a bench. He bent over, picked up the stray shuttlecock, and tossed it to Rohit, who in turn gave it to Krishna. 

As Krishna prepared to serve, he shot a questioning look at Bharath. "What's wrong with him?" he asked, hitting the shuttlecock with a powerful serve. "Why is he so dull?"

Rohit lunged forward, hitting the shuttlecock hard. The racket made a satisfying "tung" sound as it connected. "I don't know, Anna," he replied, catching his breath. "He's been like that since he came in morning. I even asked him to play a round earlier, but he wasn't interested." 

The two of them continued their game, but the carefree energy from before had been replaced with a subtle concern for their friend.

Bharath, lost in his own world, stared at his phone. The screen displayed a late-night text from Geetha.

Yesterday 23:43, Geetha: I'm not coming, Bharath. Don't wait for me. Let's meet tomorrow afternoon. Go to sleep.... kiss emoji.

A fresh wave of anger and regret washed over him. He had responded early this morning. 

Today 06:18, Bharath: Not needed. You enjoy with your friends.

His phone screen then showed a missed call and an angry emoji from Geetha. He knew he was being unfair. 

Geetha’s friends, with whom she was now attending a wedding, had known her far longer than he had. Why should she prioritize him over them? Yet, the sting of her not coming still hurt. He shouldn't have sent that message. The guilt of what he'd said, and the worry about what she might have thought, gnawed at him. He should've picked up her call this morning. He should've just talked to her.

He opened her profile picture. It was a photo he'd taken of her near a bridge, on their way back from the waterfalls. 



As he gazed at her smiling face and pink lips, the sadness he felt began to dissipate. The sound of footsteps made him instinctively press the home button and slide his phone back into his pocket. Looking up, he saw their coach, Rafiq, standing over him.

"Bharath," the coach said, his voice laced with concern. "You were so lively yesterday. What happened today? Don't you feel like playing?"

"It's nothing, sir," Bharath replied, a forced smile on his face. "They're playing, so I'm just watching."

Rafiq sat down next to him. "Is there a problem at home?"

"Hmm... my mom and dad went to the village, sir," Bharath said, fumbling for an excuse.

"When are they coming back?" Rafiq asked, his gaze gentle.

"They said they'd be back tomorrow."

"Then what's the issue? Come on," Rafiq said, a new energy in his voice. "You haven't played a single match all morning. Let's play."

Bharath immediately perked up, a spark of his old self returning. He nodded eagerly as Rafiq stood and offered his hand. Bharath grabbed his racket, took the coach's hand, and they both walked toward the court.

"Boys," Rafiq announced to the two on the court, "Bharath and I are one team; you two are one team. Let's start a twenty-point match."

Rohit and Krishna, stunned for a moment, broke out into laughter.

"Super, sir!" Krishna said, a grin on his face.

Rohit, ever the joker, shot a playful jab at Bharath. "Hey you, play well. The points might go down because of you,..." he said with a sarcastic laugh.

"Is that so?" Bharath shot back, a competitive glint in his eye. "We'll see."

All four of them got into their positions and stretched.

"Bharath," Rafiq said, his tone turning serious, "you play front. This is for you, to practice net slips."

Bharath took a deep breath, his focus sharpening. He looked intently at Krishna, ready to serve, and with a new sense of purpose, he replied, "Hmm."

+


Geetha paced the classroom, her eyes sweeping over the ninth-grade students lost in the quiet concentration of their exams. Their focused faces reminded her of her own state of mind—a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. 

Last night, lost in a blur of shopping and laughter with her friends, she had completely forgotten about her plans with Bharat. By the time the memory surfaced, it was too late. The thought of waking up early to get to college in the morning had cemented her decision to tell Bharat she couldn't make it.

In the lonely, Gautam-less nights, Geetha's heart had begun to flutter for Bharat. His easygoing nature, his affectionate words, and his playful antics filled a void she hadn't known was there. She was heartbroken that she'd disappointed him. She certainly hadn't expected his annoyance to carry over to this morning, or for him to send her that message, with its thinly veiled accusations. Why would he assume she was prioritizing her friends over him when she didn't feel that way herself? An angry retort sprang to mind, but she pushed it down, telling herself that Bharat was still young and his words were a result of his immaturity. She also wondered what would happen if she had gone to see him—would he still be angry? Or would he have felt bad about what he’d said? Either way, she knew it would have been a terrible situation.

Everyone was still writing. She slowly walked to her desk, took her phone out of her bag, and opened WhatsApp. She clicked on Bharat's chat and, with a mischievous smile, typed out a message.

Geetha: Stupid, stupid puppy. I'm canceling all your kisses. That's your punishment.

She sent the message, held her head in her hands, and giggled to herself.



Meanwhile, Bharat sat with a tired but happy smile. "You won because you had sir as partner," Rohit said, handing him a cool bottle of water. "If we play singles, I'll definitely beat you."

"Fine, let's have a game as soon as we come back tomorrow," Bharat replied, taking the water and drinking it.

Just then, his phone lit up with a notification from Geetha. The message preview read "Miss." He quickly flipped the phone face down so Rohit couldn't see it.

"Want to go out this evening?" Rohit asked.

"Why?"

"Just to kill some time."

"We'll see."

Rohit sat next to him and put an arm around his shoulders. He leaned in and whispered, "Let's go to my guesthouse. We can watch porn on the home theater TV. Like: Leah Gotti, Mia Khalifa, Malkova, Dani babe."

Bharat laughed. "Haha… watching them on TV?"

"Have you ever?"

"Only on my phone."

"Well, that's why I'm saying. Nobody will be there. I'll tell my family I'll be back tomorrow morning. We can get biryani, coke, and other snacks."

"Is that necessary? We have to come back here tomorrow morning. Don't you have to practice?"

"Okay, then let's go in the evening on my bike. We'll be done by ten," Rohit said. He leaned in closer, checking to see if anyone was watching. "Want to have a shot?"

Bharat looked at him with a puzzled expression. "What shot?"

"If you feel like getting laid after watching the videos."

"Huh? What if I do?"

"I'll arrange a girl, secretly."

Bharat's eyes widened. "Hey, what are you talking about?"

Rohit chuckled. "Don't get me wrong, this is my first time, too. I just feel like trying it once."

"That's a huge risk, man."

"Don't you feel like it, too?"

"Listen to me, that's not a good idea.”

"No one will be there. Who's going to come into the bedroom at my house?"

Bharat stood up. "You do your thing. I'm not interested."

"Okay, okay, fine. At least let's go there and watch some videos for a while. It's been a long time."

"Oh, gross. Watch them on your phone."

"Hey, I get excited only when I watch them like that."

"What kind of crazy thing is this? Just set up a TV in your bedroom like RGV."

"Tell me before six in the evening. It's up to you. Come if you want, or don't. What's the point of just playing games? Hey, if you don't want to watch that stuff, at least let's watch some movies, okay?"

"Okay, I'll tell you. I'm leaving now, bye," he said, picking up his racket.

"You've already finished tenth grade, right? What college are you thinking of going to for intermediate?"

"I haven't decided yet."

"If you want to come to my college, let me know, and I'll talk to the staff and get you a reduced fee."

"Do you know anyone there?"

"Yeah, I'll take care of it. Just decide. Even though I'll be in the second year and you'll be in the first, we can go to college together."

"That's true. Okay, we'll see."

"Okay, bye. Don't forget about this evening."

"Huh? I'll call you."

Bharat walked out of the academy, took out his phone, and smiled after reading Geetha's message. He put the phone in his pocket and started walking. When he saw the road to their college, his feet led him in that direction. He crossed the street and stood under a tree. 

Since the college was having exams, it was only a half-day. Geetha would be coming out now. Today was Monday, which meant Geetha would definitely go to the supermarket.
He reached into his right pants pocket. He took out a handkerchief and moved it to his back pocket. Inside the front pocket was a two-hundred rupee note.

He looked up and saw Geetha come out of the gate with her handbag, looking around. The moment her eyes met his, she turned her face away and walked to the right.

As she walked toward the four-way intersection on the right, a person's shadow fell in front of her feet, following her. It was Bharat's shadow. The midday sun stretched his silhouette long, and she could see his head bent, trying to see her face. Seeing that, she smiled to herself, coyly. 

‘He's going to follow me all the way home.’

When she reached the end of the alley, Geetha stopped at the corner. She looked over, and Bharat was pretending not to notice her, staring in another direction. She now had to walk towards the supermarket, which was in the same direction as Bharat. Her fingers started to tremble.

‘Let's see what he does.’

She looked straight up at Bharat and walked toward him. He knew Geetha was coming close. Watching her feet, he stepped back and made way for her as she approached. 

Geetha raised her eyebrows, suspicious.

 ‘What is he doing? 

Is he really holding a grudge?’

With that suspicion, she walked past him. He turned his face away and laughed to himself. She just kept walking forward.

Lost in her thoughts, she reached the shop. She turned her head back to look once. Bharat's eyes were piercing directly into hers. She quickly turned her face away and stepped inside.

She went inside and started looking for groceries. The shelves with lentils were in the corner. As she walked there and was about to pick up a cup in the tray of green gram, a warm sensation ran down her back, and her movements slowed. As she tried to look up, her young boyfriend's warm lips kissed her left cheek.

In a moment, she felt a daze and her eyelids fluttered. With a warm breath grazing her earring, Bharat whispered, "Are you angry that I didn't answer the phone, Miss?"

Her lips broke into a smile. Just then, she realized they were in a shop and shivered her shoulders.

Bharat stepped back.

She smiled to herself and started acting as if she wasn't talking to him.

He glanced around, noticed no one was in the corner, and raised his head. There was no camera, either. He immediately placed his right hand on the corner of Geetha's saree and held her waist. "If you had told me in the evening, I would have gone to sleep earlier, Miss."

Geetha silently freed his hand and continued to pour the lentils into the bag.

When he tried to touch her waist again, she hit his hand with the cup. She looked into his eyes. Bharat looked at her for a moment and moved away. He turned back and went to the racks on the other side. She smiled and continued with her work.

After a while, since Bharat didn't come back, she wondered if he had left and looked around. She couldn't see him. She went forward to the vegetable section. There he appeared, holding a large chocolate bar in his hand.

While everyone was busy looking for what they needed, he moved closer to her and whispered in her ear, "Okay, let's cancel all those kisses, but just one kiss with the chocolate. What do you say?"

Startled and shy, she looked up into Bharat's eyes. He nodded with a mischievous smile, asking her to speak. Geetha smiled shyly and hid her face.

Stepping closer and trying not to be heard by others, he whispered in her ear again, "How about I carry the vegetables home for you? Give me a salary for that."

She picked up a bottle gourd and hit him on the shoulder with it. A small boy next to them saw and laughed.

"Go away, you. Don't make me angrier," Geetha said.

Bharat remained silent. Geetha picked up a cauliflower, a bottle gourd, some coriander, spring onions, onions, and fenugreek leaves and had them billed. Bharat went outside.

As soon as Geetha came out with the bag, Bharat tried to take it, but she stepped back, refusing. After he stopped, she started walking towards her home. He walked along with her.

"Give it here, Miss."

"No, I don't need anything. Are you thinking of coming home with me on this pretext?"

He bent down and snatched the bag from Geetha's left hand. She gave him a slightly angry look.

"Even if you say no, I'll hold it. I won't come inside if you don't want me to. Just tell me you're not angry."

"How can I not be angry? How could you say that? Don't I have my own things to do?"

"Then why did you tell me you would come yesterday?"

"I said I would come because I thought my work would be finished by evening. It wasn't. Women's shopping takes that long. You have to understand these things."

"Does it take hours and hours?"

Stammering, Geetha said, "Bharat..."

"I waited for you, thinking you'd come. It would have been better if you had called beforehand. That's why I said that."

Raising her voice again, Geetha said, "Bharat..." and with that, he fell silent.

They both walked to Geetha's house without saying anything. She opened the gate, went inside, and unlocked the door. Bharat placed the vegetable bag at the entrance.

Smiling, Bharat said, "Okay, Miss, I'm leaving."

"Okay," she said, standing and watching.

He had said that playfully, hoping she would invite him in, but he didn't really want to leave. Now that Geetha had said "okay" like that, he turned back with a sad, crestfallen look.

As Bharat was leaving, Geetha was left wondering whether to stop him or not. She thought that things would be different if Bharat stayed, and she had her own fears. She couldn't get over the thought that things were different now than they were a few days ago. Her heart didn't agree with not being able to be with Bharat the day before, and now with him leaving in a difficult situation. Bharat crossed the gate and was gone.

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[Haran000]

Geetha showered, changed into another saree, and was about to begin cooking when she noticed the time. It was half-past two. Her stomach growled in protest. She looked at the cauliflower and bottle gourd she had bought, both of which required a significant amount of cooking time. She realized her mind must have been preoccupied with Bharat, causing her to forget her hunger.


Suddenly, a memory surfaced—Bharat had mentioned cauliflower fried rice the day they returned from the exhibition. She immediately went to the kitchen and got to work. She broke up the cauliflower and put it in the mixer. As she held it, her thoughts drifted to Bharat. She recalled him wrapping his arms around her from behind, kissing her shoulder and cheek. When she turned to face him, he took her lips sweetly. She remembered him pulling her onto his lap, unbuttoning her blouse to kiss her heart, and licking her navel as she sweated. The memories made her wet between her thighs. She smiled to herself, lost in the recollection.

She poured the mixed cauliflower onto a plate, took it to the dining table, turned on the fan, and let it dry.

Meanwhile, Bharat, having finished the egg fry he had cooked for himself, was lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone. He paused when he saw Geetha's profile picture on WhatsApp. He remembered the previous day, lying in the same bed, hugging Geetha.

That night, after Geetha had returned and closed the door, she had kissed him. He had tried to resist, but she held his face and joined her sweet lips to his. She took his waist, brought him to the bed, and they fell onto it, their lips still locked. She sat on his thighs, leaned over, and kissed him. As he sucked on her lips, she put her hands in his armpits and held them.

"Miss, where did you go? Did you drink?" he asked.

"Yes, this is the first time," she slurred.

She grabbed his hair, lifted his head, and put her mouth into his. A "slurp slurp" sound filled the room as she sucked on his upper lip.

"Mmm, puppy, did you miss me a lot?" she asked.

"Hmm..."

"What... what are you saying... hmm... hmm...? What do you know?" she said, her words slurred.

He looked into her eyes with affection and brushed the hair from her face.

"You won't understand. I want sex. While I'm drunk like this... you won't understand what it's like. If Gautham were in front of me right now, I would kill him," she said.

Bharat was shocked by her words. "Why, Miss?"

"Why? Why? How can he live there without me? How can I tell you? You won't understand. You're a puppy..." she said, kissing his cheeks.

He remained silent and leaned on the pillow. His eyes fell to her cleavage.

"What are you looking at? It's always there for you. You men are all the same," she laughed.

He turned his face away.

"Oh, are you shy? You saw everything the other day, why are you acting so innocent now? Come on, give me a kiss," she said, her voice still slurred.

She put a hand under his head, lifting him, and pressing his face between her breasts. He inhaled the intoxicating scent of her body and gave her a warm kiss. He grabbed her left boob with his right hand.

"Mmm..."

He used his index finger to pull her dress down an inch from her boobs and kissed the swell of her breast. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head back.

"No..."

"Just one more kiss."

"No, lie down..."

She fell to the side and pulled his face hard onto her bust. He put his right leg over her. She kissed his forehead. They closed their eyes.

Remembering all this, he smiled to himself. His phone vibrated, and "Miss" appeared on the screen, indicating an incoming call.

Did Geetha called him to inviteto home? Did she do it to speak casually? Or did she do it to convey something else?

Geetha: Hello

Bharat: What's up, Miss? You called?... he said with a laugh.

Geetha: Uh, uh... nothing. Did you eat?

Bharat: Yes, I ate already. And you?

Geetha: Hmm, I ate.

Bharat: What did you cook, Miss? You bought cauliflower, right?

‘Did he guess that I'd cook the same? Or is he asking casually?’

Geetha: I'm cooking the same thing you mentioned that day.

Bharath: Haha... is that so?

Geetha: Mmm...

Bharath: Mmm... (Smiling mischievously)

Geetha: Mmm... (Blushing)

A silence fell between them. Bharath put the phone in front of his face and turned on the speaker. They were silent for two minutes and two seconds. The screen showed two minutes and three seconds. 

Then four, 
five, 
six, 
seven, 
eight, 
nine, 
ten, 
eleven seconds.

Breaking the silence, Geetha asked, "Are you there, puppy?"

Bharath: "Yes, Miss."

Geetha: "What are you doing?"

Bharath: "What's there to do? I'm all alone at home."

Hearing that, a mischievous glint sparked in Geetha. Her curiosity about Bharath grew, and her interest was piqued. Biting the edge of her sari, she asked, "What did you do all alone yesterday and the day before?"

Hearing this, a sense of mischief also arose in Bharath.

Bharath: "I... I..." (He laughed)

Geetha: "Yes, you?"

Bharath: "I watched movies."

Geetha: "Which movie? Was it good?"

Bharath: "Mmm, they were good."

Geetha: "Action or comedy?"

Bharath: "Uh-uh, not those. Romance."

Geetha: "Hey... naughty!"

Bharath: "Miss, in that movie, after the hero and heroine get married, they kiss on their first night."

Geetha: "Mmm..." (She replied, waiting to see what else he would say)

Bharath: "Miss, they showed them having a baby at the end, and the movie ended. But I have a doubt, Miss."

Geetha: "What is it?"

Bharath: "Miss, they had a baby because they kissed. We have kissed many times, haven't we? Will you have baby now?”

Geetha burst out laughing.

Geetha: "Go away, you stupid boy! You do everything on purpose."

Bharath: "Oh, it's not that, Miss. After they kissed, they turned off the lights. What do they do on the wedding night, Miss?"

Her cheeks flushed red at Bharath's question.

Geetha: "Oh, puppy! Why do you need to know? You're a young boy."

Bharath: "Come on, Miss, tell me!"

Geetha: "You've seen videos, haven't you? Don't you know?"

Bharath: "What videos, Miss?" (He said, laughing to himself)

Geetha: "Tsk... are you trying to make me say it, you naughty boy?"

Bharath: "Hey, what videos, Miss? Tell me. How would I know if you don't tell me?"

Geetha: "The ones you saw on my MacBook that day, remember?"

Bharath: "On your laptop? Me? When? What were they? On YouTube?"

Geetha: "Enough, boy. All these are just your naughty acting."

Bharath: "why are you calling me an actor without telling me?"

Geetha: "I won't tell you. Go away."

Bharath: "Miss..." (He said, drawing out the word)

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Miss..."

Geetha: "Mmm, tell me."

Bharath: "Miss, when do you watch those?"

With a small laugh, Geetha asked, "Which ones?"

Bharath: "Haha... the same ones on your laptop."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Tell me, Miss, when do you watch them?"

Geetha: "I won't tell you."

Bharath: "Okay, then when you watch them, what do you do?"

Geetha: "Hey... you're going too far."

Bharath: "Come on, Miss, tell me."

Geetha: "Tsk, go away. Why are you interested in women's things?"

Bharath: "We're friends, aren't we?"

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Then tell me."

Geetha was surprised, wondering how Bharath was speaking so intimately and asking such things all of a sudden. Thinking about all this, a surge of heat coursed through her. While she wondered if it was appropriate to talk about such things with her student, a mischievousness was bubbling up within her because of his words. Not knowing what to tell Bharath, she struggled in silence.

Bharath: "Miss..."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Miss, when I see those, mine gets hard, just like it did the other day."

Geetha: "Oh, don't say that, boy... you're my student."

Bharath: "I'm telling you as a friend."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "I'll grab it and stroke it."

As those words drifted into her ear, her mind began to imagine the scene. She remembered holding and playing with Bharath's manhood, and an itch started between her thighs.

Bharath: "Miss, you're not telling me what you do."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Tell me, Miss."

Geetha: "No, Bharath. I don't like it."

Bharath: "Miss, I'm alone at home. Please, Miss. Understand. This is the first time we're talking like this."

Geetha: "Mmm, yes."

Bharath: "You're also alone there. How are you feeling?"

Geetha: "Mmm... but the way you're talking is strange, ra.”

Bharath: "Miss, I want to kiss your boobs."

Geetha's nipples stiffened. With her right hand, she touched her left boob.

Bharath: "Miss, you weren't angry that day when I did that, were you?"

Geetha: "When you did what?"

Bharath: "The same thing. When I wanted to put my hand in your panties and touch your pussy."

Hearing such words from Bharath, she felt a new sensation. She was surprised by the courage with which he was saying such things, and on the other hand, her body was craving it.

Geetha: "Tsk, puppy, where did you learn such words?"

Bharath: "What, Miss?"

Geetha: "Don't use bad words. It's wrong."

Bharath: "Then what should I say, Miss?"

Geetha: "Mmm... say it indirectly."

Bharath slowly put his right hand into his pants and began to fondle his hard-on.

Bharath: "Miss, I was about to touch yours, right?"

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Miss, you're not telling me what you do."

Geetha: "No, don't make me embarrassed."

Bharath: "Is it okay for me to talk like this, Miss?"

Geetha: "I don't know."

Bharath: "Miss, what do they do on the first night?"

Geetha: "Oh... didn't I tell you not to ask?"

Bharath: "Do they kiss the boobs?"

Geetha: "Mmm..." (She bit her lips and moaned)

Bharath: "Tell me, Miss."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Miss, does that mean we had our first night that day?"

Geetha was lost in a daze at those words. She started fantasizing about Bharath really coming onto her. The warmth of Bharath's touch reminded her of her own body. She lightly squeezed her boob.

Geetha: "Uh-uh," she replied.

Bharath: "Then what do they do?"

He took his dick out of his pants. Geetha's moaning sound made the blood in his veins boil.

Geetha: "Why are you asking when you already know?"

Bharath: "I don't know, Miss."

Geetha: "I told you to stop these naughty things."

Bharath: "Then what naughty things do you want? Do you want me to kiss your navel?"

Geetha's index finger touched her vulva. She took a breath, moaning, "Ssss."

Bharath: "Tell me, Miss, should I kiss your smooth waist?"

Geetha: "What are these words today?"

Bharath: "I want to talk to you like this, Miss."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Miss, do they kiss the waist on the first night?"

Geetha: "Ha, they do."

Bharath: "Lips?"

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Miss, then what about there?"

She was startled all of a sudden. Falteringly, Geetha asked, "Where?"

Bharath: "Right there, Miss."

Geetha: "Oh, where, boy?"

Bharath: "You'll scold me if I tell you."

Geetha: "Then don't tell me."

Bharath: "I want to tell you, Miss."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Can I ask one thing?"

Geetha: "How many more will you ask?"

Bharath: "Just this one, Miss."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Did Gautam sir kiss you there?"

Geetha knew what 'there' meant. Bharath's words were so lustful today, and she was yearning with desire. Gautam had never kissed her femininity. The very idea of kissing her there made her mind go into a frenzy. Her whole body was sweating, and new sweet desires and lustful thoughts were emerging.

Bharath asked again, breaking her thoughts.

Bharath: "Miss, did Gautam sir kiss you there?"

Geetha: "Where, Bharath?"

Bharath: "Oh, tell me, Miss. Didn't he kiss you on your wedding night?"

Geetha: "I'm feeling shy."

Bharath: "Why are you shy with me, Miss? Please, tell me."

Geetha's finger went another inch past her clitoris and entered. Her own finger gave her a thrill, and she shivered, pulling it back.

Geetha: "Uh-uh, no."

Bharath: "Miss, did he kiss there or not?"

Geetha: "I'm asking you where, aren't I?"

Bharath: "Miss, this is too much. You tell me to say it indirectly, but then you can’t get this."

Geetha: "I don't understand."

Bharath: "Ah, Miss, I remember your smell."

Geetha: "Tsk, naughty."

Bharath: "Miss, if I come to your house, will you give it to me?"

Geetha: "What?"

Bharath: "A chocolate kiss."

Geetha: "Mmm... I will."

Bharath: "What else will you give?"

Geetha: "What do you want?"

Bharath: "I'll kiss your boobs."

As he said that, Geetha squeezed her breast. Bharath fondled his penis.

Geetha: "Ah... will you give all those kisses there?"

Bharath: "Where do you mean?"

Geetha: "Right there."

Bharath: "Where, Miss? Tell me properly."

Geetha: "The place you gave one that day."

Bharath: "On the lips?"

Geetha imagined Bharath's kiss on her lips.

Geetha: "Uh-uh..."

Bharath: "On the neck?"

She imagined that too.

Geetha: "Uh-uh, no."

Bharath: "On the back..."

Geetha's whole body tingled, swayed, and writhed.

Geetha: "No, boy."

Bharath: "I licked your navel that day, didn't I?"

Geetha: "Oh, stop it, puppy. Your naughty antics."

Bharath: "What are naughty antics, Miss?"

Geetha: "These..." (She laughed)

Bharath: "You're laughing, Miss. What is it? Tell me."

Geetha: "The ones you mentioned just now."

Bharath: "What did I mention?"

Geetha: "There you go again..."

Bharath: "Haha..."

Geetha: "You naughty fellow."

Bharath: "Miss, where will I give all the kisses? Where is 'there'?"

Geetha: "You gave it, and now you're asking me."

Bharath: "Ha... I understand. Under the armpit, right?"

Geetha: "chee, you dog..."

Bharath: "Is it not? Then where else?"

Geetha: "Where you like."

Bharath: "Then the armpits."

Geetha: "Oh, tsk, no, boy."

Bharath: "You ask so much, Miss. Did you like the kiss there so much?"

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Then you can tell me where it is."

Geetha: "You know, don't you?"

Bharath: "Miss, if I come now, will you give it to me?"

Geetha: "I want to give it, but..."

Bharath: "Oh, they're so red and small, Miss. They're so good."

Geetha: "What?"

Bharath: "Your lips."

Geetha: "Bharath..."

Bharath: "Yes, Miss."

Geetha: "I'm going to my hometown with friends the day after tomorrow."

Bharath: "Miss, won't you meet me before you leave?"

Geetha: "I don't know how."

Bharath: "Miss, I'll come to your house."

Geetha: "Now?"

Bharath: "Don't you want me to?"

Geetha: "What if someone comes?"

Bharath: "Then how?"

Geetha: "Puppy, if you come, you'll do all sorts of things."

Bharath: "What did I do?"

Geetha: "Naughty things."

Bharath: "Then what should I not do? You're so beautiful, Miss."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "When I'm next to you, I want to smell you."

Geetha: "Puppy."

Bharath: "Mmm... I also want to kiss you."

Geetha: "Give me one..."

Bharath: "Where?"

Geetha: "There."

Bharath: "Where, you say?"

Geetha: "Oh, stop it, boy. Your 'there' and 'here' noise."

Bharath: "Miss, you still haven't told me what I asked."

Geetha: "What?"

Bharath: "What did we do after the painting?"

Geetha: "Tsk, go away..."

Bharath: "I took off your dress."

Geetha: "No, don't say that."

Bharath: "I kissed your waist."

Geetha: "Oh, Bharath..."

Bharath: "And your armpit too... ah..."

Geetha: "Uh, stop."

Bharath: "Then my favorite things..."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "What are they?"

Geetha: "I won't tell you."

Bharath: "Did you like it, Miss?"

Geetha: "yes..." (She smiled)

Bharath: "Did you like it when I kissed? Or when I licked?"

Unable to control the tingling, she squeezed her boobs tightly.

Geetha: "Mmmmm..." (She bit her lip)

Bharath: "Ah, Miss, your voice is so sweet, like a cuckoo."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Miss, didn't Gautam sir kiss you?"

Geetha: "Where?"

Bharath: "There."

Geetha: "Chee..."

Bharath: "Why 'chee'?"

Geetha: "Kissing there is dirty."

Bharath: "So you understood where it is?"

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Where?"

Geetha: "Oh, chi chi, I can't say it, you foolish boy."

Bharath: "Miss, I want to see it. If I come, will you show me?"

Geetha: "What...?" (She asked huskily)

Bharath: "The thing I haven't seen."

Geetha: "You haven't seen anything."

Bharath: "You know."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "If you know, tell me what it is."

Geetha: "Puppy, it's wrong."

Bharath: "It's not wrong, Miss."

Geetha: "Please..."

Bharath: "Miss, should I come tonight?”

Geetha: "I don't know what to say."

Bharath: "Miss, I want to come."

Geetha: "Come tonight."

Bharath: "Miss..."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Miss, will you show me?"

Geetha: "What?"

Bharath: "Yours."

Geetha: "Mine, means what?"

Bharath: "You saw mine that day, I want to see yours."

Geetha: "It's wrong, ra."

Bharath: "I want it to be right, Miss."

Geetha: "No, it's wrong."

Bharath: "It's for us, Miss.”

Geetha: "But..."

Bharath: "Miss, I want to see your whole beauty."

Geetha: "Seeing like that is wrong, ra."

Bharath: "Then why did you see me like that?"

Geetha: "That was different."

Bharath: "No. It's not."

Geetha: "Please, boy..."

Bharath: "Please, Miss."

Geetha: "We'll see after you come at night."

Bharath: "No, I'll only come if you promise to show me."

Geetha: "Bharath, I will miss you."

Bharath: "I too will miss you."

Geetha: "Come tonight for sure... give me as many kisses as you want."

Bharath: "Anywhere?"

Geetha: "Ha..."

Bharath: "There too?"

Geetha: "No... never."

Bharath: "Then I won't come."

Geetha: "You come first, and then I'll tell you."

Bharath: "Is that all?"

Geetha: "Ha, that's all."

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The phone call was a familiar dance. Gauri, her mother, had a way of weaving her concerns into a single, seamless thread.

"When is my nephew coming?" Gauri asked, her voice a low rumble.

Geetha, on the other end, sighed. "He said he'll come for the wedding, we'll see."

There was a pause, a brief moment of silence before the next, equally predictable question. "It's nine o'clock, have you eaten?"

"Yes, I just finished eating before you called."

Gauri’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "You can quit that college job, can't you? Is it really necessary for you to be a teacher?"

"What else would I do if I quit, Mom? It's not good to just sit at home, that's why I'm working." Geetha's patience was beginning to fray at the edges.

"Hmm... I don't know," Gauri mused, a new topic already forming. "Yesterday, Kasturi akka's daughter, Himaja, had a baby. They're coming home tomorrow, I have to go see them."

"Oh really, I'll see after I come home," Geetha said, trying to sound interested.

But Gauri wasn't done. "I'm saying, How long you look at others babies. When will I have my grandchild."

Geetha’s frustration boiled over. "Mom, what's wrong with you? I've already told you."

"That's why I'm telling you to quit the college job, stay here, I'll take care of everything."

"Mom, I won't stay without Gautam. Did you hear me? I call you ten times, and you say this same thing once."

"You don't understand."

"Yes, I don't understand, okay? I'm hanging up."

"Why are you so angry? Okay, fine... stay, I'm talking that."

Geetha’s anger simmered. "Give the phone to Ammu."

Then, a new voice, young and sweet, filled her ear. "Hello Akka..."

"Oh, Ammu..." Geetha's voice softened instantly.

"Akka, I'm coming to your house tomorrow."

"I'm coming home the day after tomorrow."

"Oh, really...?"

"Yes... Deepa's wedding is there."

"My exams are over, tenth grade is finished. I was thinking of coming to Hyderabad, and we'd hang out."

"We'll come together later. Should I tell you something?"

"What is it?"

"I bought you a nice langa voni dress."

"Uff... You bought it without asking me. Who knows what it's like."

Geetha laughed. "What do you mean? Don't I buy good things?"

"Yes... that's it."

"What an attitude."

"Haha... I tell you to take me with you, but you go and buy something yourself. They're all loose on me. What, do you think your size and my size are the same?"

"It's nothing, just get it stitched a little, it'll fit."

"Yes, all the clothes you buy, my time is spent getting them stitched only."

"Stupid girl, the langa voni is nice. Just get the blouse stitched well, however you like."

As she spoke, her gaze drifted to the bedroom window. A familiar, secret smile greeted her from the darkness outside. It was Bharat.

"Okay, but you come first, Akka," Ammu said.

Seeing Bharat's smile, Geetha was startled. She flinched, her body tensing.

Nervously, she spoke into the phone. "Okay Ammu, I'll call you tomorrow, go to sleep."

"Good night Akka."

She hung up, her heart pounding. She went to the window, her voice a soft whisper. "Hey, how did you get in? The gate wasn't open, why didn't you call me?"

"Miss, I called you. It said you were on another call, so I jumped the wall," he said.

Geetha’s hand flew to her head. "Oh my god, what if someone saw you?"

"No one is there, Miss. Open the door, I'll come inside."

"Hmm... come to the kitchen backdoor quietly, I'll open it."

She closed the window, tiptoed to the kitchen, and opened the back door. Bharat slipped inside, a shadow in the night.

"No one saw you, right?"

"No one saw me, Miss. Don't I know that?"

"Okay, let's go inside."

As she turned to step into the hall, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close. A sudden heat spread through her body. She placed her hands over his, a slight smile on her lips. He kissed the back of her right shoulder, a soft, warm press of lips.

"Mmm..."

The kiss made her feel ecstatic. "Mmm... Stop," she whispered, a plea that was not a plea at all.

He rubbed his nose below her ear, then kissed her earring, holding it with his lips.

"Mmm... Puppy, stop. Did you eat?"

"Yes, I ate outside," he said, still sucking on her earring.

Her whole body tingled. She tightened her grip on his hands. His right fingers pressed on her navel.

"Aah..."

"Miss, I've been so patient since morning, wanting to be with you like this..."

"Me too," she said, looking back to kiss his chin.

"Miss, let's not think about right or wrong."

She looked into his eyes, her own filled with a dazed desire. "Hmm..."

He brought his left hand up, resting it on her right cheek. "I'll stay here all night, just like this."

"Stay..."

"What about my thirteen kisses?"

"You can give as many as you want, I won't stop you."

He bent her neck forward and passionately kissed her throat. Her eyes closed in a daze, and she leaned her back against his chest.

"Haah..."

He rained kisses on her neck. "Mmm... I'm so attracted, Miss."

"Mmm..." she moaned softly, biting her lip and pulling his head closer.

He gently bit the side of her throat with his lips.

"Sss..."

"Did I do it without asking?"

"It's okay... bite a little more gently."

He stepped back, bent down, and bit the muscle of her neck, next to her blouse strap. She trembled and moaned "Aah..." passionately, swaying.

She immediately turned and held his face, stopping him. They both looked into each other's eyes, a silent conversation of desire passing between them.

"Wait a minute."

"Miss, do you know what happened to me when I talked to you like that today?"

"Hmm... and how did you talk like that? You have no shame at all."

He moved forward, touching his forehead to hers, his lips just before hers. "You have it, isn't that enough?..." he laughed mischievously.

"You were so innocent, how did you become like this?"

"Because of you. I became like this because I'm with you."

"Naughty boy... you've done something to me."

He kissed her on the forehead. She closed her eyes. He stroked her cheeks and laughed. "I didn't do anything, you disturbed me with your beauty."

"Oh, stop your talk now..." she said, smiling fondly.

"If it's not true, then why did you kiss me first?"

"That... that..." Hiding her face, she tried to get away, but he ran after her, grabbing her hand.

"Tell me, Miss, why did you kiss me?"

"Let go, someone will see."

"All the windows are closed, who else will see? Tell me..." he said, pulling her hand. She fell into his arms, a warm, squirming cocoon.

"What happened, you're not talking?"

Her face was red. He bent his head and kissed her hot left cheek. "How can you not talk, Miss?"

"I don't know."

"Should I tell you?"

He gently rubbed her waist, pinching the skin. She flinched.

"Aaah..." she looked up into his eyes.

"Because you like us being like this."

"Mmmm..." she said, biting her lip.

"Don't bite it like that, Miss, something will happen."

"Then what should I do?"

He bent his face toward hers. "Look, I have my lips, bite them."

She closed her eyes in shyness. He kissed her ear. "Or do you want me to bite you?"

"Uh-huh..." she tried to get away, but he held her tighter, increasing the pressure on her waist.

"Mmmm..."

"Then why did I come here?"

"You should know that."

"You told me to come. Why did you tell me to come?"

"You said you would come."

"Is that all?"

"Hmm..."

He took a chocolate out of his pant pocket and showed it to her. In her ear, he whispered, "Unwrap it, Miss."

She took the chocolate and began to unwrap it. He kissed her under her right ear, rubbing his nose and smelling her. "Hmm... Miss..."

She tore the wrapper, leaving cream on her fingers. He kissed her behind her armpit crease. She shook her shoulder, telling him to move. He rested his chin on her shoulder. She tore off a piece and offered it to him. He took it with his mouth, licking the cream off her fingers. As she pulled her fingers away, he bit and held her index finger.
"Iss... Hey, let go."

He eagerly licked and sucked the cream off her finger. Then he took her hand, made her tear off another piece, and brought it to her mouth. She took the piece with her sweet, rosy lips. He smeared the cream on her lower lip, smiling.

"Mmm... dog, why are you smearing it instead of eating it?"

He squeezed her cheeks, pulled her towards him, and said, "Let's eat it together, Miss."

"No, nothing..." she said, and hit his hand.

He tore off another piece, a mischievous smile on his face. She knew what he was about to do. Was he going to give her a chocolate kiss again? Or something new? She had completely surrendered. She was a captive in his arms.

He suddenly turned her towards him. He stroked under her chin with his hand. She flinched, feeling intoxicated. He stroked his finger down, put the piece on her throat, and smeared the cream like sandalwood.

She took a step back, her lotus eyes meeting his mischievous gaze with desire. As he bent to kiss her there, she stopped him, holding his neck.

"Miss..." he said, breathing warmly.

"No, ra..."

"I've smeared it, Miss, it'll be a waste if I don't eat it."

"No, puppy, not like that."

"It'll be good..." he said, and bent forward, kissing the cream.

Geetha froze with desire. He gently pinched her waist and bit her throat, eating the cream. A shiver ran through her, and her nipples became erect. She hugged him tightly. He licked her throat with his tongue. She held back her tingling sensation, gripping his hair.

With her chocolate-filled left hand on his right shoulder, she turned her neck, letting him take the chocolate from her hand with his mouth. He bit off a piece and looked up at her face.

She shook her head, asking what was happening. He thrust his head forward to kiss her lips, but she held his hair, stopping him. His right hand squeezed her waist. She surrendered, giving him her lips. He put the piece into her mouth and kissed her lower lip.
They both began to suck each other's lips, her hands squeezing his hair. Chocolate-filled drool dripped from the corners of her lips. He licked the drool and joined their lips again. She bit his upper lip and began to suck. He thrust his tongue out, tasting her. In another moment, he leaned on her, licking her inner cheeks with his tongue. She stopped his tongue with her lips and sucked it.

As she took a step back, he put his hand under her right buttock, pinched it, and held her steady. She moaned into his mouth with his breath. Her pallu slid down, stopping at her elbow. He let go of her lips and looked into her eyes, dazed. She looked at him eagerly, taking a breath.

"Did you like it?"

"Hmm..."

"Why did you stop me earlier?"

"You do this as soon as you arrive?"

"I can't stop myself when I see you."

She stroked under his ear, pulled him in, and they locked lips at the same time. She bit his upper lip. He looked at her with desire, bent his neck, and kissed her shoulder where her pallu had slipped. A small thrill made her tremble. He slid the blouse strap on her shoulder down and kissed the off-white bra strap.

"Mmm... Do you know how you can be so white and soft? People say 'angel,' you are an angel too, Miss."

"Mmm..." she said, wrapping her arms around his back.

"This beauty deserves a shower of kisses, Miss..." he said, and slid the blouse down further, kissing the crease of her armpit.

She felt overwhelmed, surrendering, biting her lip passionately and moaning "Mmmmm." 

He put his index finger under the bra strap, and as he was about to pull it down, she pinched his neck.

"Uh-huh, no."

"Please."

"No."

"Please, please."

"Uh-huh..."

He slid his hand down and placed it on her left boob. A shiver ran through her. She blinked her eyes slowly. He gently contracted his fingers.

"Aah...."

In her ear, he whispered, "Give it to me, Miss, please..." and gently pinched it again.

"Aaah..." she moaned, flinching, her boob resting on his hand. He left her boob and grabbed the bra strap. She wanted this pleasure. Her erect nipples were craving his lip kisses. 

Too shy, she hid her face in his neck. Her heart beat faster. What had happened in the slight darkness that day, he was now going to see completely in the light.

She rubbed her face, the chocolate on his neck getting on her cheek. She licked the chocolate that was on her lips. He pulled the bra strap down under her shoulder and kissed the crease of her armpit.

Trembling, she whispered, "Puppy..."

"Yes, Miss..." he said, and poked his tongue into the creases of her armpit, tickling her.

"Hah... No."

He wrapped both his arms around her waist, tightening his grip and pressing on the fat next to her spine.

"Aaah..."

He buried his nose in the crease of her armpit. "Mmm... Miss, I have to sniff you, don't I?"

"Ooh..."

He let go of her neck. The saree pallu, along with her hand, fell down. He got up to look at her valley of beauty. Her two juicy mangoes wrapped in the tight blouse, clashing together in the embrace, formed a deep valley. He looked there, his eyes wide with desire. She raised her hand and closed his eyes.

“Don’t see you pervert.”

"Let me see, Miss?"

Shyly and uncomfortably, she said, "Don't look like you're going to bite them..."

"Okay, feed me some chocolate, and I won't look."

She took her hand away, and he closed his eyes, smiling. She took a piece and offered it to him. He bit and held it, and with both hands, he squeezed her waist and pulled her into his arms. She floated and fell into his warm chest.

"Ooh... don't squeeze me like that, ra."

Since the chocolate piece was in his mouth, he couldn't speak, so he nodded his head, bent forward, and went under her neck. She held his hair, stopping him.

"No..."

He shook his head sideways.

"No, puppy, listen to me."

"Uh-huh..." he said, bending down and dropping the piece into her cleavage. It dripped down, wetting everything with chocolate cream and his saliva. He opened his mouth and swam with his tongue in the sweaty stream between her two cheesy mounds. She closed her eyes and ecstatically pressed his face into her beauty.
"Isss..."

He brought one hand up and rested it on her right boob, and with two fingers, he broke the first hook. 

She closed her eyes, surrendering. He undid the second hook as well, took the piece, and colored her cleavage with chocolate with his tongue. 

This was a new experience, a new feeling. Her bust felt heavy, and she couldn't breathe. A daze came over her, and she felt like she was floating, losing the weight in her legs.

He was kissing and licking her cleavage, smearing the chocolate on the sandalwood-colored blouse.

"Mmmm... dog, that's enough."

At that word, he got up. His chin and lips were covered in chocolate. She pulled his head and kissed his lips.

"Mmm... Miss, didn't you like it?"

"You're ruining my blouse... Mmm."

Talking during the kiss, he said, "Mmm... then take it off."

"Iss... No."

"Then I'll smear chocolate all over you."

She paused and playfully hit him on the cheek. He suddenly picked her up from under her buttocks.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"I'll tell you..." he said, and walked over and made her sit on the dining table. He came between her thighs, his crotch pressing against her thigh. "Just one more piece..." he said, and was about to pull her blouse down further.

She laughed, put the chocolate in a bowl, and pushed it back.

Confused, he asked, "Miss, why did you do that?"

She held his face with both hands and kissed him on the forehead. "What's wrong with you today? Won't you wait until I say something? You're just coming on top of me like this without even asking."

He lowered his head shyly.

With a slight smile, she said, "Puppy, I'll be with you all night, won't I?"

"Miss, I couldn't stop myself."

"I know. Don't be so impatient."

"Ooh..."

She knew what he was craving. Her body was also craving the same thing, her boobs were firm, her nipples tingling, her whole body hot with desire. Even though she didn't want to stop him, she didn't know why she did, only a feeling of anxiety that something was about to happen. He had hoped to fulfill a new fantasy with great anticipation.

He opened his mouth to ask. "Miss, I asked you yesterday, didn't I? I want to see your boobs. That's why I pulled your blouse. I should have asked you. I was impatient."

He hugged her and kissed her on the neck.

"Ah..."

"Nothing can be better than your boobs, Miss..." he said, and placed his palm on her boob under her exposed shoulder and stroked it. His fingerprints, even through the bra, crushed her nipples. "They're so beautiful, soft, and high... they take third place in enhancing your beauty."

She pushed his hand away and laughed. "Third place? Then what are the first two?"

He looked into her eyes with fondness, bent forward, and stopped his lips just before hers.

A deep breath steadied Bharat's voice. "First place goes to your eyes, Miss. In class, whenever you were teaching, I’d turn to look at you and get lost, feeling as though I was under a spell." He gently slid his hand up from her boob, cupping her cheek.

Geetha's heart swelled, and her cheeks flushed like freshly bloomed roses. "So you don't listen to the lessons?" she teased.

He kissed her nose. "That's why I've come for tuition evening, right? Because I wasn't listening in class."

She giggled, a rosy blush coloring her cheeks.

"In class, I only used to look at your eyes, but here, when you were giving me tea…" He slid his hand down again, his finger finding the hollow of her cleavage.

Geetha let out a soft "Mmm…"

"You showed me this and distracted me," Bharat murmured.

"Hey, I didn't show it on purpose," she protested.

"I know, Miss. I can see how shy you are just by looking at your face, but I saw it, right?"

"Hmm…" she conceded.

"That day, I went crazy. How did you get so beautiful, Miss?"

She smiled coyly, hiding her face. "You're just saying that, boy."

"Later, while playing hide-and-seek, I smelled your scent. I held your waist. Do you know how lucky I felt? Even now, Kaushik and Harish in our class stare at your waist when you walk. The boys in our college are crazy about your waist."

As he spoke, Geetha's heart fluttered, and a damp heat formed between her thighs. "Oh, enough of your talk," she whispered.

He kissed her forehead. "I could talk about you like this all day, Miss. No matter how much I say, it's not enough."

The breeze from the fan made a strand of hair flutter by her ear, a bead of sweat dripped, and her face flushed with shyness. Overcome, she stared into Bharat's eyes, completely spellbound.

"Then what's the second thing?" she asked breathlessly.

He gave her a quick, sweet kiss on her rose lips, gently pushing her upper lip up while she sucked on his bottom lip before he let go. "It's this, Miss. I'll never forget the first kiss you gave me."

"You little puppy… How did you get so romantic?" she asked playfully.

"I told you, Miss, when I'm with you, I become like this," he replied.

She offered her lips again, and they kissed deeply, each of them sucking on the other's lips. He leaned in further, thrusting his hips forward between her thighs, pressing her breasts against his chest. His left arm wrapped around her back, and his right hand cradled the back of her head as he eagerly, passionately, sweetly, and hungrily kissed her.

Geetha was completely entranced. She leaned back, her hands resting on the table for support. Bharat continued to suck on her lips, his hips moving, rubbing his manhood against the seam of her thighs.

They broke apart, panting. Geetha looked at him with a lustful fire in her eyes. "How can you bite me like this? My lips will bruise."

"What am I supposed to do, Miss? I love sweets. I've been asking for sweets, and you keep stopping me."

She playfully tapped his head. "That's enough. You're already biting my lips so much. If I give you those, you won't stop."

"What do you want me to do?" he asked with a mischievous smile.

"You naughty fellow," she said, her voice a whisper.

He buried his face in her neck, kissing her earlobe. Geetha shivered, letting out a sweet "Isss" and a soft moan.

"Hmm… Tell me," he urged.

"Uh-huh…" she murmured.

He pressed his lips against her neck, kissing her passionately.

"Ah… Stop… Mmm…" she gasped.

"Why should I stop? Mmm… You don't want kisses?"

"Ah… Stop it… We have to count, right? Thirteen," she said, her thoughts scattered.

"Okay, you count. Mmm… One." He bit and kissed her neck.

She put her left hand on his head and caressed it. "Isss… What about the ones you gave just now?"

"You didn't tell me to count then, right? Mmm… Two."

"Sss… You puppy," she sighed.

"What, Miss?"

Lost in her scent, his manhood throbbed in his pants. To control himself, he lifted his head and pressed his hips further into her lap. He kissed her cheek, and as he did, he gradually rubbed his manhood up and down against her saree.

"Ash… No…" she protested weakly.

"Three… Mmm… What happened? Why no?"

"Stop… Stop… Please…"

He pulled back and moved to her knees. "What happened?"

"Oh, you puppy. You know everything and still ask."

He pursed his lips, ran his tongue over his cheek, and gave a small, mischievous smile. "What did I do, Miss?"

She looked down at his manhood. It was so excited it looked as if it were about to burst out of his night pants, with the tip peeking out for Geetha to see. 

As soon as she saw it, her body began to tremble. She turned her head away. "Look at you, you're always like this…" she stammered, embarrassed.

Seeing her heaving breasts, he leaned in and kissed the chocolate-stained cleavage. Geetha shivered slightly.

"If I look here, this is what happens, Miss. What can I do?" 

Another kiss.

"Ugh…"

"Miss, give me some chocolate," he requested.

"Why again…?" she asked with a look of surprise.

He slid both hands under her saree pleats and around her waist, squeezing her hips. A wave of desire ran through her body.

"Ish…" she bit her lip.

With his left hand, he grabbed the pleats of her saree in front of her navel and lifted them up. Geetha just stared, unsure whether to stop him or not. He pulled the pleats and let the saree fall over her thighs. One end of it slipped to the floor, and the weight of it pulled the rest halfway down. He removed his left hand from her waist and slid it into her underskirt. 

She shivered at his warm touch. He stroked her creamy thigh and grabbed the inner part of it.

"Hey…" she called out, trembling with discomfort.

He slid his hand further, to the edge of her panties, and rubbed and squeezed her butt with his four fingers. Geetha's lower back jolted. "Isss… You dog…" she cried out passionately.

"Shh… Miss, don't make a sound." After saying that, he buried his face in her tummy and kissed her, right at the level of her chest, just an inch above her belly button. She shivered and grabbed his head with trembling hands.

"Uh-huh… Don't, stop for a bit."

"Uh-huh… Five."

"Six, you're on six."

"Five…" he said, kissing the belly button's edge.

"Amm…"

Her whole body heated up from his warm kisses as if an earthquake had hit, and she panted heavily. He pushed his face into the navel's hollow and kissed her belly button. She dug her fingers into his hair. "Oh, mm," she moaned loudly, intoxicated.

"Six…"

"Mmm…" she swallowed her lips.

He looked up into her eyes. She smiled coyly, stroking his head. "Miss, give me some more chocolate."

"No, don't be naughty."

"Uh-huh, I want it."

She looked back and pulled the bowl closer. Bharat broke off a piece, smeared the cream on his finger, and brought his hand to her waist. Her eyes closed in anticipation. 

The next moment, Bharat's chocolate-smeared finger poked into her sugar well. She bit her lip and floated away.

He swirled his finger around her navel, smearing the cream all over her waist. He stuck out his tongue and went straight into her sugar well like a plow. Tingling sensations rippled in her tummy.

"Hah…" she exhaled heavily.

He licked the little knot of her navel. "Mmmmm…"

He licked the cream again, swirling his tongue inside her navel. A wave of sweetness washed over Geetha's body, reaching her thighs, stirring the honeypot there. 

The warmth made the petals between her thighs wet, and the pleasure hit her forehead.

"Aaaah…" she screamed loudly, the sound echoing in the room.

Bharat was startled. "Why did she scream so loudly?" he thought. He got up and put a hand over Geetha's lips to silence her.

"Miss, shh… Don't scream," he said fearfully.

Geetha's eyes were filled with tears of pleasure. "Oh… Okay…" she said, swallowing her breath.

"Why did you scream like that?"

"Uh-huh… It just came out."

"Hmm… So, do you want a kiss?"

"Huh…"

He immediately knelt, put his face on her waist, and kissed her navel.
"Mmm…"

She put her left hand on the back of his head and pressed down. He stuck out his tongue and poked it into her small navel. "Ahh…"

Unable to bear it, she leaned back on her hands on the table, her chest heaving with heavy breaths. The last hook of her blouse unfastened on its own, and only her bra held up her mangoes, which were now half-visible. They were like small balloons filled with lust, threatening to pop out of her bra.

Seeing this, Bharat kept his tongue pressed and licking her navel. He rode on her body, licked the bra strap, licked her cleavage, licked her throat, came up, and looked into her eyes. Unable to control her passion, Geetha grabbed his head with her left hand and kissed his lips.

Bharat stopped at the small kiss. 

"Where did you see this?"

"I read it in a story, Miss. Is it good?"

"Mmm… You're a crazy dog."


"Yes, and you're like sweet milk fudge."

They locked lips again, making "slurp slurp" sounds, licking each other's mouths. She pulled his head back, biting and releasing his lip. The chocolate saliva created a bridge between their lips.

"The chocolate becomes even sweeter in your mouth, Miss," he murmured.

"For me, it feels… strange."

"Miss, I'm a puppy, right?"

"Hmm…"

He took the chocolate from the bowl and squeezed the whole piece in his fist.

"Hey, if you want to eat it, eat it. If you do that, it'll get ruined," she said.

He smeared a handful of chocolate on his right palm. He put his hand behind her, under her armpit, and slid it inside her blouse, pressing the chocolate onto her white, buttery back. His mark was now on her back with the chocolate.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

He started rubbing his hand, smearing the chocolate on her back. It felt strange to Geetha, and she paused.

"Hey, puppy, what is this? Take your hand out."

He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her raw sweaty aroma. "Uh-huh… Miss, do you know some people have fantasies?"

Bharat's touch made Geetha shiver. He was rubbing her back and kissing her neck, and her body hair was standing on end.

"What kind of fantasies? What does that mean?"

"I'll show you, wait." With his left hand, he grabbed the blouse on her right shoulder and pulled it down. "Miss, take off your blouse. The chocolate will get on it."

"No."

"It'll get ruined, Miss. Take it off."

She hugged Bharat tightly. He smiled to himself and pulled Geetha into his lap, hugging her tightly, smearing chocolate all over her back, waist, and hips. In her ear, he whispered, "Miss, have you ever done this?"

"Uh-huh."

"I read a story the other day where the hero smears chocolate on the heroine's boobs and waist and licks it."

"Mmm…"

"The heroine enjoys it a lot."

"But…"

He brought his hand forward, slid his fingers under her bra cup, and put his hand inside, smearing the chocolate cream on her cheese cake. Geetha shivered.
"Aahh…"

He squeezed her boob softly like a ripe mango.

"Mmmmm…" she bit her lip and moaned with passion.

"Miss, I want to do that," he said.

Geetha's body was ready to surrender to whatever Bharat did. He didn't even need to ask. Geetha loved that Bharat asked for her permission. She got a kind of thrill from not giving in immediately.

"No, you've done enough already, haven't you?" she said.

He slid his left hand down from her shoulder, poked it under her right bra cup, and put his hand inside, covering her other boob as well. 

His warm hard grips rubbing against her erect tingling nipples.

‘Oh, this feels so good. Squeeze them. Please, I can't stop myself.’

Her breasts, full of breath, tingling, and desire, were kissing the lines on Bharat's hands.
"Miss, should I take this off?"

"Take your hands off…"

‘Don't take them off. Squeeze them. Don't listen to me.’

Bharat followed her words, removed his hands from her boobs, and grabbed her waist. His hands, wet with chocolate sweat, created steam on her waist. Suddenly, a hunger surged in her chest. Unable to control herself, she opened her mouth. "Puppy, if you want to do it, do it, but all this is so new to me. Please squeeze me gently dear.”

They both knew they never imagined this. The bond, affection, love, and desires between them were crossing boundaries day by day.

"Miss, I won't do anything you don't like. Anything I do is with your permission, Miss…" he said, standing up straight.

Geetha's face was flushed with blood, and she looked at him with a dreamy, shy, and desirous gaze.

"Then, is it okay if I take off my shirt?"

She lowered her face.

Bharat immediately took off his t-shirt and threw it aside. He hugged Geetha, pressing his warm, burning body against hers. Geetha wrapped both her arms around his back and hugged him tightly. She kissed his neck, and Bharat returned the kiss.

"Miss…"

"Yes…"

"Turn and stand this way."

"No, stay like this for a bit."

"Uh-huh, the chocolate will dry."

"Please, no."

"Just once. You know I'll stop if you ask me to."

"You say that, but you never stop."

"I'll stop if you ask me to."

"When you're doing it, I don't feel like telling you to stop."

"Then what's the problem? You want it, right?"

"You puppy…"

"Mmm…"

"Bharat…"

He pulled back and lifted her chin. "Miss?"

"Kiss me…" Geetha demanded eagerly.

Bharat took a step back, released her hug, and held her shoulders. In a pleading voice, Geetha said, "Come here…" trying to pull his hands. But he turned Geetha's face opposite from him.

She rested both her hands on the table. He slowly kissed the back of her neck. She swayed in a daze, and her blouse fell into her fists. He grabbed it, unfastened it, and threw it aside.
"Miss, I can't see your birthmark."

"Oh…"

He kissed her below her ear. "Do you know what I have to do to see it?"

In that warmth, Geetha couldn't think of anything. She took a deep breath and rubbed her two moist thighs together. "Oh…"

He kissed her spine. She took a silent breath. He pressed his cold tongue on her right shoulder blade, an inch below her armpit, and licked the sweaty, chocolatey cream. 

Geetha felt like she was floating in the air. With a small "slurp," he licked it, and with a contented "umm," he savored the chocolate.

That's when he noticed it, a small mole on her white back, like a tiny beauty mark. He kissed it. "Miss, maybe this mark came naturally to protect your back from the evil eye."

"Oh…"

He licked below the mark.

"Isss…"

"Miss, should I slow down?" he asked with a small smile.

Geetha had no answer. She couldn't think straight. She remained silent. He pressed his tongue to the bottom of her spine, in the middle of her lowerback, and licked the chocolate cream, smearing it on his lips, and came up to her neck.

Small, passionate storms engulfed Geetha, making her feel dizzy. Her thighs were burning, and the vertical lips between them were tingling, her whole body clamoring for more. 

"Miss, so sweet."

Bharat leaned in slightly and poked his manhood between her buttocks, unhesitatingly. 

The touch made her shiver inside, and in response, her secretions increased, making her panties wet. The wetness dripped from her vertical lips, seeped through the lower layers of her panties, and wet her underskirt. Bharat could feel the wetness on his naked manhood.

She put her hand back and grabbed the back of Bharat's head. "Puppy, that's enough."

"Why, Miss?"

"Uh-huh…"

He grabbed her by the waist again, leaned in, put his tongue next to his fingers on her left side, licked the cream from her left shoulder blade, came up, and rested his head on her shoulder.

"Puppy, please stop…" she said, turning her head back.

He pressed his chocolate-stained lips against her sweet, saliva-soaked, rose lips, as if applying lipstick. Geetha melted, pressing her butt against his manhood, craving for that hardness. Her soft butt's pressure gave him pleasure. "Haah," he shuddered into her lips.

Swallowing the moisture from his lips, Geetha asked, "How do you think of doing things like this? Does anyone else do this?"

[Haran000]

Geetha felt the warmth of Bharath's breath against her neck, the scent of her own sweat mingling with the intoxicating musk of his skin. It was a potent combination that made her senses swim. " I don’t care, anyone does this miss. Your smell, your soft skin, your sweet lips, your beautiful smile, your alluring eyes-all of these drive me crazy," he murmured against her skin. "When I am like this with you, I don't know what I am doing in my madness, that's all."


A new kind of longing had taken root in Gita's heart, one that thrived in the secret world she had built with Bharat. With him, the familiar emptiness of her life was forgotten, replaced by a thrilling, chaotic pleasure. Her mind, a distant alarm, warned her against these games, but her body, emboldened by age and a sense of forbidden freedom, assured her that the boundaries were hers to stretch.

Bharat’s actions and words were a heady elixir. As he kissed and licked her back, she drifted into a daze, her body moving of its own accord, hips grinding against his erection. 

When he squeezed her love handle, a jolt of fire shot through her. The head of his hardness, a silent tremor against the fabric of her panties, sent an earthquake to the threshold of her wet core.

A moan escaped her lips, and she instinctively parted her thighs, rubbing lower folds of her vertical lips against the length of him. 

Leaning over her, he squeezed her waist and breathed heavily into her neck. "Miss, your skirt is getting wet."

"Mmm… Is it…" Geetha replied, her voice a soft, breathless sound.

"Should I take your skirt off?" he asked. The thought sent a thrill of panic and desire through her. 

The skirt, the panties, the final thin vulnerable barriers…

"How? I'm facing this way. It's difficult," she said, clinging to a semblance of control.

"Turn this way, I'll take it off," he coaxed, his voice low and persuasive.

"No, please."

"Miss, this isn't the first time. It's okay, turn around," he said, gently but firmly turning her to face him. He immediately untied her skirt, and it fell to her thighs. With surprising ease, he lifted her and sat her on the table. The skirt fell to the floor.

Her breasts, full and swollen, spilled from her bra. He bent down and buried his face in her cleavage. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips as she grabbed his head, pressing him  her bubbly curves contacting his cheeks, exchanged heat on to his face. He opened his mouth and licked the valley between her boobs.

"Aaah..." she moaned, her voice a gasp of pleasure.

"Miss, the chocolate is gone," he said playfully.

"Mmm…"

He ran his hands over her warm, pale waist and squeezed her buttocks, which felt as soft as cotton pillows. A soft cry of pleasure escaped her. He moved his tongue from the base of her cleavage, licking a trail of sweat and saliva up her sternum to her neck.

"Mmm..." she moaned again, spreading her thighs and pulling him toward her, desperate to feel his hardness against her velvet core.

Stepping back, he explained he couldn't reach her that way and returned to kissing her boobs. She bit her lip and massaged his scalp with her fingers, her body on fire. She tried to bend to reach his erection, but his kisses made it impossible.

"Miss, your boobs don't need chocolate. They're sweet on their own," he said, showering her chest with cool, wet kisses.

Trembling with lust, she squeezed his head against her breast with her left hand, and with her right index finger, tried to slip it inside her panties from the waistband. Her elbow bumped into his midsection, and he stopped, looking at her with a knowing gaze. Geetha’s eyes widened, looking drained and dazed.

He kissed her left cheek, and they looked deeply into each other’s eyes, their breaths in unison, a silent conversation passing between them. 

The house was silent, and a sense of shameless freedom hung in the air.

"Miss," he said softly, a tender look in his eyes.

Hiding her face, she replied, "Mmm…"

"Miss, can I do it?" he asked.

Her heart bounced. She didn't answer. 

He asked again. 

Still, silence.

He slid his right hand down her side, moving toward her navel. As he was about to go further, she stopped his hand, trembling with a mix of anticipation and fear. He lifted her chin and kissed her deeply, then moved his lips down her neck and further to her belly. He kissed and licked her navel.
"Ss…"

He kissed the skin below her navel. She stared, detached from the reality of it all. He kissed the edges of her panties, then pressed his lips directly onto her clitoris over the drenched fabric. 

An electric storm of waves caused her entire body to shiver.

"Aaaah!" she groaned, a primal scream of lust tearing from her throat before she bit her lip to silence it. He gripped her waist.

"Mmm… Miss, this is honey," he murmured.

She clenched her fists on the edge of the table. "No, please stop."

He licked her panties vertically with his tongue, a sensation that made her vertical lips tingle. A new moan escaped her lips.

He held her thighs, and his fingers slowly moved between them. "No, no… Bharat… no."

Her mind thundered with panic. What if he pushed her panties aside? What would happen to her honeycomb?

"Bharat, let go."

He was lost to her pleas, her scent and the fragrance of her juices clouding his mind. He licked her panties again.

"Ah, fuck… get off me!" she cried, pushing his head away. She tried to get down and escape, but he grabbed her hand.

"Miss…"

"I need to take a shower. You put chocolate all over me."

"You put it on me, too. I'm coming with you."

She shook off his hand and ran, leaving two drops of her juices on the floor. Bharat, chasing after her, pulled off his pants and became naked.

"Miss, don't turn on the shower. Wait. I'll lick the rest of the chocolate off…"

"You dog… you promised thirteen kisses and you've been giving me ten thousand all night. Go away, you crazy boy…"

As she tried to close the door, he blocked it.

"Not you, please," she said hesitantly.

"No… I'm coming in."

"You have to listen to your teacher."

"Who's the teacher? We're friends, aren't we?"

Struggling with the door, she said, "I'll kill you…"

"I'll die from your kisses."

"Oh, please, no…"

"I'll only let you go after ten kisses."

"They're already over, what else? No cheating."

He won the struggle, stepping inside and closing the door. 

[Haran000]

In the fully lit room, Geetha looked into his sparkling eyes. For the first time, in such bright light, she was caught in his gaze, drenched in sweat and burning with lust. As she pushed him aside and ran into the bedroom, clad only in her bra and panties, his desire intensified as he saw her jiggling, full assets. He chased after her, winning the struggle with the bathroom door and stepping inside.

Geetha shyly turned away, hiding her face, her backside a vision for him. He had taken off his underwear, and the sight of him made his manhood float in a cradle of joy. He laughed, seeing her turned away with her hands over her face.

                                  ‘Miss… I can't even tell you how beautiful you are. It's this affection I have for you that gave me the courage to fight you and come in here. I don't know if it's love, or something else because of your beauty, but I had so many dreams last night. Some of them were things I'd consider wrong.’

He stepped forward and gently placed his hand on her left shoulder. She shivered. The heat from his chest felt like the sun on her sweaty back. He pressed his chest against her.

In her ear, he whispered, "Miss…"

"You're not listening to me. You're being too naughty…" she said, still hiding her face.

He brought his right hand forward and softly stroked her lower abdomen. "Miss, look at me."

"Uh-uh…"

With his left hand, he moved her hair from her shoulder and kissed the crook of her neck. 

The tip of his pole poked her left buttock. She slightly twisted her neck.

"Miss… no shower now, come on, let's go outside."

"That's enough. Please understand."

"What should I understand?…" he said, hugging her. His member began to slide against her buttock.

"Stay back a little."

With a smirk, he adjusted his hips and thrust, poking her buttocks exactly where her panties were folded. She gasped. Measuring his heat with the warmth of her buttocks, she groaned softly. He put his face in her neck and tried to pull her right hand away, but she resisted.

"Miss, look at me."

His breath caused his member to move, and she felt it against her buttocks.

"Uh-uh… I'm not looking. Put on your shorts first."

"Miss, I don't want to wear shorts. You know what I want, don't you?"

‘Oh no, he's asking. Do I have a choice?’

Her own lust wanted the same thing.

"What do you want?" she asked.

He thrust his right index finger into her lower abdomen, right in her belly button. She shivered.
"Ah…”

"Miss, why did you run away like that?"

"Mmm… what you did wasn't good."

"Why, miss?"

"You licked it, you dirty fellow."

"Why is it dirty?…" he asked, stroking the walls of her belly button. 

Geetha couldn't stand the tingling and grabbed his hand. He immediately turned her neck and kissed her cheek.

"Mmm… puppy."

"Ha… tell me, miss."

"It's dirty."

She would have stopped him if she truly wanted to, but he had already seen the desire in her eyes. She had only backed away out of fear. Confident, he made his next move.

"Miss, are you saying it's dirty to kiss there?"

"Huh…"

He slid his finger down, under her navel, and gently reached the edge of her panties. He slipped his index finger under the waistband and pushed it inside.

"No… don't… but…"

Her vertical lips were numb and craved movement. 

The thought of him touching her there, the possibility of it being wrong, and the question of whether she could stop him, filled her mind.

As his fingerprints stroked the hair around her core, a shiver spread through her spine. She held both of his hands to stop him. He withdrew his hand, and when she let go, he grabbed her milky waist with all four fingers and squeezed.

"Mmmmm…" she bit her lip and rested her head on his shoulder. He kissed her forehead and licked the chocolate cream that was stuck below her eye.

"Miss, turn around."

"Uh-uh, no."

Kissing her nose, he said, "Miss, you have chocolate on your neck and breasts. I'll lick it off."

"I'll shower, you go outside."

"Miss, I'll lick, like a puppy."

"Did I say you couldn't?"

He ran both hands under her armpits, gently stroking her ribcage, then slid his hands under her bra from the bottom and held her soft breasts.

"Is…" she groaned, grabbing his head, turning her neck back, and kissing his chin.

"Miss, let's take off your bra. I want to see."

The warmth of his hands stirred a commotion between her thighs. The tingling in her chest, the itchiness in her nipples, made her float in pleasure. She remained silent, unable to say no. 

He kissed her neck, then slightly squeezed her boobs and let go. The thrill made her float.
"Mmmm…"

"Let's take it off, miss."

"Ooh…"

He pushed the bra up, and her cheese balls were liberated. Her nipples instantly hardened with lust. Seeing his hands on them, her desire doubled. She looked back and bit his chin. He grabbed her waist and quickly turned her to face him.

"Oh no… please…" she said, hugging him. It was then she realized her mistake. His naked member had smeared its wetness below her navel. A new wave of tingling began within her.

He pushed her back, bent down, and gripped the bra clip in her cleavage with his teeth. His madness was intensified by the scent of her sweat, and his swelling erection touched her belly button like a hot iron rod. "Ss…,” she bite her teeth.

He undid the bra hook with his left hand, then kissed her between her boobs. She pretended to try to stop him, grabbing his head. He looked up into her eyes, affectionately and playfully.

"Miss, your boobs are like two halves of a coconut, so soft, so white, just like the coconut meat when you break it open."

He bent down and licked her erected right nipple.

"Mmm…" she held her breath and groaned. The sweet taste of her sweat on her nipple made him lose control. He took her nipple into his lips. Her whole body tingled and was overcome by a pleasant intoxication.

"Aaah… slowly."

He took half her breast into his mouth, playing with his tongue, and began to suck on her nipple like a little puppy. She stroked and kneaded the hair on his head, thrusting her chest forward. He bit her breast like coconut pulp.



"Aaaah…" she screamed.

Hearing her scream, his lust grew. He began to lick in a circle around her nipple and the entire boob with his tongue. She trembled, her knees giving way. She leaned back against the wall. He held her by her ribcage with his left hand.

"Miss, your nipple feels like a strawberry when I lick it…" he said, biting it.

"Aaaa… no…"

He let go and licked it, sucking on it. She couldn't breathe. She took a step back, but he grabbed her waist, took a step forward, and licked the cherry  that was moving away.

Geetha didn't know what to do. She grabbed the shower swivel on the wall next to her, and with a movement of her finger, it turned on, showering them with cold water. The chocolate on her neck and breasts slid down like mud. He was oblivious, pressing her against the wall and sucking on her nipple like a candy.

His dick was completely hard veined and throbbing. Her lower abdomen was drumming with desire, and she wished for his pole to penetrate her. 

The only way to make it happen was to lift her right leg and wrap it under his thighs. The bottom of his pole firmly touched her panties, right above her core.

"Aaah…" she gasped, grabbing his head, lifting it, and taking his lips. Seeing her encouragement, he thrust his hips forward, rubbing the length of his member against her. 

With the wall to support her, he let go of her waist and squeezed her left boob with his right hand.

"Oh, how can you squeeze it like that?" she said in a daze.

"What else should I do?…" he said, bending down and kissing the same boob  while squeezing it.

"Isss…hum… be gentle." she gritted her teeth.

The rain fell on her face, flowing down her neck and into the valley between her boobs. He kissed the wet boob, his lips pressing against the water. With one hand, she held his head, and with the other, she stroked his back.

"Move down a little…" she said, trembling.

While kissing her breast, he lowered his legs a little. This aligned the length of his member directly with her pussy line.

 The wet panties were crushed in the friction of their bodies, and his hardness ignited her honey petals with its heat. He stopped kissing her boob and moved up, kissing her lips.

"Why did you turn on the shower, miss?…"

"It happened accidentally."

He took her lips. The water from her forehead wet their lips. They sucked on each other's lips lustfully, as if drinking the rain with their saliva. Lost in the kiss, he began to pump his hips up and down between her thighs, and the friction made her pussy petals tingle.


He pulled her closer, his hand seizing her buttock, and with a gentle but firm motion, he bent her neck back and kissed her. His lips were a prelude to what was to come as he moved lower, burying his face between her boobs. He kissed them one after the other, his body a steady rhythm against hers, his erect penis grinding up and down between her thighs.

Geetha was on the brink, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "Aah..."

He took her right boob into his mouth, sucking gently.

"Mmmm... more..." she whispered, her hips starting to move, a silent plea for his rhythm to quicken, for his body to meet hers. 

But he seem to understand it otherwise. He continued to suck on her boob, a rhythmic motion as if he were milking it, all while his hard-on continued its slow, frustrating dance between her thighs.

Her nerves were on fire, and the gentle friction of his dick wasn't enough. It was a tease, not a release. 

She didn't have the words to tell him, and a silent frustration began to build. 

Bharath, lost in the moment, continued his focus on her boobs, oblivious to her inner turmoil.

His penis pressed against her panties, starting at the top of her vulva and swaying up to her navel. Knowing there was no other way, Geetha wrapped her thigh around his and began to move her hips, trying to coax him into a faster, more meaningful rhythm.

Bharath, however, wasn't ready for the end. The thought of his impending climax made him pull away, his hands grabbing her waist in an attempt to stop the friction, to prolong the moment. But Geetha didn't want that. Her body was restless, and she craved the friction he was trying to deny her.

There was only one way to stop him.

She reached her right hand down between their navels and found him. Even in the rain, the throbbing of his veins under her touch sent a jolt of passion through her. She held his length firmly, squeezing it passionately.

"Aah... Miss," he moaned, his kisses stopping.

Without a moment's hesitation, she guided him, pulling his dick and positioning its head directly on her vulva over drenched panty. 

It was an electric shock, a storm of sensation. She held his head tightly and closed his lips with hers. As Bharath kissed her upper lip and moved his hips, Geetha began to suck on his lips, mirroring his passion.

"Miss..." he murmured, his voice a low rumble.

"Aaah..." she responded, her own passion echoing his.

"Get on top of me," he said, his voice husky.

She didn't need to be told twice. She lifted her other leg and mounted him, her body a perfect fit against his. He squeezed her buttocks, and she gasped.

"Aah Bharath..."

He slid his fingers under the edge of her panties, squeezing her butt even harder.
"Abba..."

Putting his face in her neck and kissing her, Bharath murmured, "Miss... your panties will get ruined."

"Let it... Mmm..." she responded, her body arching into his.

"Aah... Miss..."

"Yes..mm..."

His penis, fought with her wet panties, a desperate plea for entry. 

Geetha knew this was dangerous. 

If the panties tore, even a little, she would be lost. 

As he buried his face in her chest and rubbed his dick against her panties, Geetha suddenly wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. A scream of "Aah. Aah.." escaped her lips, followed by a panting "Mmm..." as she buried her face in his embrace. A flood of her juices flowed, a testament to her climax, washing over his manhood.

He squeezed her buttocks, rubbing her thighs against his, his penis head now pressing against her soft tummy. As it swelled and sprayed thick sperm flood on her waist, was washed away in the rain of shower.

Both relaxed and swallowed some breath.

"puppy..." she said, her voice soft and breathless.

"Miss..."

Geetha got down, and they both held each other's waists, moving under the shower, their bodies still clinging together.

"Love you, Miss..." he whispered, and she responded with a kiss.

He pulled her bra down from her shoulders and threw it aside. "Will you soap me?" he asked, his voice playful.

Shyly, she shook her head. "No..."

Pressing his forehead against hers, he put his hand on her right boob. "Then should I rub you? I will rub here with my tongue."

"Naughty... you came in and did everything without me," she teased.

"I didn't do everything. You wasted the chocolate. I was planning to put it on you."

"Dog..." she said with a laugh.

Her wet body shone, milky-white and bright like a midday cloud. Stroking her waist, Bharath said, "You are like a milk sweet... look how white and shiny you are."

"Hmm..." she hummed, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their passion. He hugged her tightly, his softened penis rubbing against her thighs, and they stood there, together, getting drenched in the water, their bodies a perfect, peaceful calm after the storm.
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To be continued…..

[Sage_69]

Fuck! That was so hot! Teacher and student doing taboo things under the shower!

[Projectmp]

Short of words.

[cobain7799]

Erotic masterpiece

[siva05]

Just a wow, wonderful chemistry between both of them, how can they resist thier urges ...
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[secpass]

Phew it’s mind blowing can’t wait to read what happens next

[val.coutinho]

Hot hot hot...... Awesome..... Truly amazing and most erotic..... Please update soon

[Nishikant.Wayal]

Really great update man ! Very hot