Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

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Wonderful update ,, big one than expected.. independence day treat

[Nishikant.Wayal]

Happy independence day

[Haran000]

Happy Independence Day

Bharath's favourite backview watching teacher's birthmark.

[Haran000]

The next afternoon, back in Garrepalli, Geetha and Ammu lost themselves in a haze, sifting through photos of previous day wedding. 

That evening, after dinner, a rare moment of solitude with Goutham presented itself. He was preoccupied, however, working on his laptop and a conference call. Geetha, seeking his attention, blew him a playful kiss as she entered the room. Goutham’s smile was immediate, a brief crack in his professional facade.

“Excuse me, Goutham,” said  his colleague, trying to grab his focus.

But Geetha wanted him entirely to herself. The quiet longing for Goutham’s undivided attention brought a pang of unconscious comparison—a fleeting wish that he could be as engrossed with her as Bharath once was.

 She closed the door, letting the soft folds of her saree pallu slip from her shoulder. 

Bending over, she revealed the gentle curves of her creamy cleavage almost popping her boob curves. 

Goutham, caught off guard, licked his lips before forcing himself to look away. 

A sly smile played on Geetha’s lips. She knew she had his attention.

He couldn't resist. His gaze drifted back to her. She unbuttoned the top three hooks of her blouse, holding them slightly apart. The small, red nipples straining against the fabric were now visible.

Muting his mic, Goutham said, "Geetha, stop."

"Hahaha, okay," she giggled, a hint of victory in her tone.

As she began to adjust her saree, Goutham abruptly ended his call. "Mr. Karlson, I'll join you later. Personal work," he announced.

He slammed his laptop shut, got up, and pulled her toward him by the hand. "Hey, what's all this fuss?" he asked, a mix of frustration and desire in his voice.

"Me, making a fuss?" she replied, her voice laced with a coquettish playfulness. "You were the one who was kissing me a lot the yesterday. Your desires aren't fulfilled yet, so..."

He sat on the bed, pulling her onto his lap. "It's awkward when you do that while I'm working."

"But on video calls you ask me to show you, darling," she said, her eyes sparkling.

"That was then, silly girl... now different..." he moved his hand up her waist, and she swayed, beaming with joy. 

He kissed her nose, and she, intoxicated by the moment, kissed his chin. His lips moved slowly, pushing her blouse aside to kiss her cleavage. A soft moan of affection escaped her lips.

He came back up, still kissing her. "We have to go to Karimnagar tomorrow," he whispered.

"Oh, okay," she replied, her own lips meeting his in a warm, passionate shower of kisses.

He pulled her into a tighter embrace. Just as their intense gazes locked and their lips were about to meet, her phone rang. Geetha laughed, the spell broken. 

"Let go, it's my phone."

It was Bharath.

"Hello, Bharath," she said, her tone shifting instantly.

"Miss, how are you?" he asked.

"Fine, dear... How's your practice going?"

"I'm going every day, miss," he said.

Goutham pulled her back onto his lap. "Do you want to talk to Goutham?" she asked.

"Yeah, miss."

She handed the phone to Goutham just as Gowri called her away.

"Hi, hero, how are you?" Goutham said, his voice warm and friendly.

"I'm good, sir. How are you, when did you arrive?"

"I came for the wedding. Did you write your exams well?"

"Yeah, sir. I did well. It's because of Geetha teacher, sir. Thanks."

"Haha, why thank me? Thank your teacher."

"Hmm... Sir, when are you coming to Hyderabad? We can meet after you come home."

"No, Bharath, I can't come home."

"Oh, really? Sir, the quarterfinals are on May 2nd. I thought you would be there to watch."

"It won't be possible. But you play well, okay?"

"Yeah, sir."

Geetha returned with a jar of honey and a bowl of sugar.

"Here, talk to your teacher," Goutham said, passing the phone back.

"Miss, will you come here on May 2nd?" Bharath asked.

"Maybe I'll come, I have to see."

"Miss, Ganesh Sir's wedding is on May 4th. Harish told me, and Anil Sir knows. Didn't you get an invitation?"

"No, I don't know yet."

"They might call you tomorrow.”

"Oh, we'll see."

"Miss, I remembered you, that's why I called."

She looked at Goutham, raising her eyelids in a flirtatious gesture. "Hmm," she murmured.

"Will you give me as many kisses as the number of days you've been away?" Bharath’s voice was teasing.

"Hey..." she chided.

"Oh, sorry, sir is right there."

"Hmm..."

"So, how many kisses did you give sir?"

"I'll give you a punishment when I return."

"As punishment, I'll rest my head on your boobs."

"Hmm..."

"Okay?"

"Hmm..."

"Seriously... not a joke."

Geetha turned the phone away from Goutham's ear. "Shut up, you dog," she whispered, a mix of anger and amusement in her tone.

"Hahaha...”

"Focus on the tournament, not on other things."

"Yeah... Missing you, miss."

"Okay, I'll call you later. Bye.”

"Bye, miss..."

Geetha hung up, pushing her braid back over her shoulder as she looked at Goutham. 

"How did you know about his badminton tournament practice? I didn't tell you, right?"

"I don't know, I just understood it from your conversation. That's why I also mentioned it," he said, a small, suppressed smile on his face.

"Haha... clever," she said, before her own smile faded. The casual confession had triggered a deeper, more serious question.

"Okay, speaking of Bharath," Goutham said, his tone changing, "tell me, why was he at our house that day?"

A shiver ran through Geetha. She hid her face, a silent curse forming in her mind: Oh no, he asked. Damn, Bharath, why did you have to call?

"Tell me?" Goutham repeated, his smile gone.

"I told you that day, right?" she said, trying to deflect.

He placed a finger under her chin and gently lifted it, forcing her to look at him. Her expression was one of manufactured innocence. "My dear. I won't say anything, okay? Tell me what happened?" he said softly.

"No, please."

"Did something happen that you can't tell me?”

"Uh-huh, it's not like that."

"Then tell me."

"You'll get angry?"

"Why? What did you do?"

Geetha took his hand and, with a trembling grip, placed it on her chest. "He kissed me here too."

"I knew it," Goutham said, his voice flat.

"I'm sorry."

"Are you going to tell me everything or not?" he pressed.

"I'll tell you."

"Tell me... What happened... how many nights was Bharath with you?"

"I told you I went trekking with him to a hill, right?"

"Yeah..."

"There, we got wet in the water, and he hugged me. I kissed him. He couldn't stop, and we shared a lot of kisses. That day, after we came home, he stayed with me. In our bed again."

"Hmm..."

Geetha looked at him nervously, her eyelids raised. "Tell," Goutham prompted.

Unable to speak the words, she leaned in and whispered in his ear. "He kissed me in the movie hall. We went home. He helped me while I was cooking. Another kiss in the kitchen. He didn't stop with just a kiss. He raised my hands and kissed my armpit."

"Hmm..." Goutham’s hand tightened on her shoulder.

"I didn't know what to do. When he was doing that, my hands and feet went numb. He took off my saree. He took off my blouse."

"Oye...?"

"But I stopped him. He kisses very lovingly. When he touches me, I feel warm. I don't know what it is, but I just wanted to stick to him."

"Then, what about the painting you mentioned? You haven't shown it to me yet."

Geetha hugged Goutham tightly. "I didn't show it to you because I didn't know what you would say after seeing it."

"Why?"

"It's on the phone, you can see it."

Goutham took her phone, opened the gallery, and found the painting. It was a beautiful, detailed drawing of Geetha with her back turned. Had no panties on. Bharath had rendered her round buttocks with stunning realism.

"Is this the painting?" Goutham asked, his voice low.

"Hmm..." she said, trembling.

"So you took off your panties?"

"It's not what you think. He didn't see anything. He only saw my back."

"That's not it. You mean you showed your back to him? Did you get that close?"

"Don't scold me, please... He kept asking so much that I couldn't say no."

"What happened after that?"

"After he finished the painting, he showed it to me, held me, and touched me here and there while praising me."

"Here and there means?"

"I can't tell you, darling. Please understand."

"Hey, did all this happen?"

Geetha’s body started to shiver, her shoulders trembling. Goutham squeezed them to make her stop. "Geetha...?"

"I didn't do anything on purpose. When I'm with Bharath, something happens to me. I see a lot of love for me in his eyes. He sees me like a goddess. I gave in. It's not his fault. He's a young man, so won't he have such thoughts?"

"Was he there that night too?"

"He was there the night before I came here."

"Did he see you without clothes?"

Geetha froze, her eyes wide with shock and fear as she looked at Goutham. His own eyes were wide, a mix of surprise and anger.

"Did he see you?"

"Hmm..." she accepted, tears streaming down her face as she hugged him, seeking comfort and forgiveness.

"You even held his cock, didn't you?..." Goutham said little angrily, the words biting.

"I'm sorry... I really didn't know. I missed you, darling. I missed you... I'm sorry." She tried to explain, to justify her actions, not just to him but to herself. 

When a loved one is far away, and someone else shows even a little affection, isn't it natural to feel a small affection in return? Was it not a natural desire for a young man like Bharath to be captivated by his beautiful teacher? He never cheated, never tricked her, never took advantage of her vulnerability. He simply saw her beauty and showered her with praise, and in return, she fell for him. He didn’t force a single kiss, not a single touch. She saw the affection in his eyes and gave in. When he kissed her in the movie theater, she didn’t stop him. When she invited him to her house, he did everything with her consent, fueled by their mutual passion. Her saree pallu didn’t slip by accident; she took off her panties for his painting; she let him take off her blouse. Bharath did nothing she didn't allow. They were simply pawns in a situation that arose between them. 

You were the one who saw as it happen. 
You were the witness to everything.

[Haran000]

No matter how big the mistake is, if one genuinely feels remorse and tells the truth, at least we reduce their punishment, right? That's what Gautam did.

Geetha's voice was a soft confession, each word a step closer to the truth. "I didn't know, darling. I liked it when Bharat looked at me. I was lonely, and he gave me attention. The evenings were never boring when I listened to him talk. He's good-looking." She paused, her eyes pleading for understanding. "Please understand, sometimes when I would video call you, my hand would tingle when his hand brushed against it. It made me want more. When it was cool at home, I wouldn't feel the cold if he was there. When he praised me, I was lost in a trance. He promised he wouldn't tell anyone. I didn't think kissing was wrong. I never thought it would come to this."

Gautam's response wasn't anger but an embrace, warm and loving. He held her close, his lips finding the soft skin of her neck. "It’s okay, Did you enjoy it or not?" he murmured against her skin.

"Yeah," she whispered back, the word a small, hesitant breath.

Gautam pulled back just enough to look at her. " I'm not denying your enjoyment. These things are normal nowadays. But I thought you'd hide it from me and not tell me."

"No," she insisted, her voice thick with emotion. "Who else would I tell besides you? I love you, Gautam. I love you... When you're next to me, I don't need anyone else."

"Not even Bharat?" he asked, a gentle probe.

"No," she said, without hesitation.

Gautam's thumbs wiped the moisture from her flushed cheeks. "I won't deny your enjoyment. It's only for one more month, right? Don't take his teacher away from him, poor guy."

A small smile blossomed on Geetha's lips. Gautam's heart softened at the sight.

"Looks like that mischievous boy really likes my silly girl, huh?" he teased.

"Yeah..." she answered shyly.

"Play around for a few more days."

"Really?" she asked, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"Hmm...."

"Darling, can I ask you something?" she said, her voice barely a whisper.

"Ask."

"You're saying this even though you're angry, right? You're telling me not to do things that make you angry."

"No, no," he said, his tone reassuring. He understood in that moment that Geetha's actions went beyond a simple kiss; her desire for Bharat was real.

"Anything else you want to tell me?" he asked.

"No..."

"Tell me..." he urged.

"I missed you a lot when I was with him. Do you know how much I tried to stop myself?" she confessed.

"What?" he asked, a new tension entering his voice.

 Geetha's hand found its way into his pants, her fingers exploring him.


"I missed this," she murmured.

"Do you want it?"

"Yeah..."

"Take it."

For days, Geetha had harbored a new desire, a curiosity awakened by Bharat. "Darling, why didn't you do it like him?"

"What did he do?" Gautam asked, his voice a low rumble.

"Don't you like my navel?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"I like everything about you."

Her eyes fell upon the bowl she had set aside earlier. "Give me that."

Gautam picked up the bowl. "What is this?"

"Sugar, honey..."

"What for?"

"If you mix this into a paste and apply it to the armpits and peel off, they'll be clean."

"Oh..."

"You apply it."

"What?" he asked.

Shyly, she bit her lip. "Yeah... You do it."

"After you ask, how can I not?" he said, his voice thick with affection.

His words and his romantic gestures thrilled her, filling her heart with a bubbling joy that made her feel alive. 

She stirred the mixture in the bowl with a spoon, and Gautam leaned in to kiss her cheek, the scent of sugar and honey filling the air.

Geetha's words hung in the air, a silent challenge. "Why didn't we have this kind of romance when we were newlyweds?"

Gautam sighed, a familiar weariness in his voice. "I was always busy with work. If I hadn't been, would I be at this level now?"

"Hmm..." Geetha replied, the sound a low hum of disappointment.

"Besides," Gautam continued, his voice taking on a teasing, yet slightly bitter, edge, "you're enjoying yourself with Bharat, but I have no one."

Geetha's eyes narrowed. "Oh, you want someone else? I'll kill them."

Gautam chuckled, a dry sound. "Haha... You can enjoy, but I can't."

She pouted, her nose wrinkling in playful defiance. "Go ahead, what do I care?"

"No, no..." Gautam said, his tone softening. "After I resign and come back, it'll be just you for me and me for you, okay?"

"Yeah..." she breathed, the single word a surrender.

His finger moved between her thighs, and a jolt of electricity shot through Geetha, a shiver running down her spine. "Ah..."

"Did he touch you here?" Gautam's voice was a low murmur, but the question was a thunderclap.

A cold sweat broke out on Geetha's back. The fear of what he would say, what he would do, if she admitted how far it had gone, was a cold dread.

"Son-in-law... come here for a moment," Jayaraj's voice cut through the charged air.

"Go, my dad is calling," Geetha said, her voice a little too quick, a little too loud.

"Okay, wait."

Once Gautam was gone, she placed a hand on her heart, feeling the frantic beat beneath her palm. Her mind was a whirlwind of jumbled thoughts. 

She picked up the bowl of honey paste, the act of mixing it a mindless task. She had braced herself for his anger, for a lecture, for something, but his silence had been more terrifying than any outburst. Now, she finally exhaled the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

She slipped out of her saree, then her blouse, and stood before the mirror, raising her arms. The small hairs in her armpits cast a faint shadow. She unhooked her bra, her nipples hardening and protruding in the cool air. 

A shiver ran down her back from the fan's breeze. She wrapped a large white towel around herself, sat on a small stool by the bathroom door, and began to rub the honey mixture into her armpits.

The door opened, and Gautam walked in.

"Close the door," Geetha said.

He turned back and did as she asked. "You asked me to do it, don't you want me to?"

"Come here," she said, her voice a soft command.

As he approached, she placed the bowl on the stool and stood. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes fluttered, and a shy smile played on her lips. She raised both hands to hold her hair bun in place. 

The moonlight streamed in, illuminating her armpits, which were now covered in the golden honey paste.

"Come closer," she whispered.

Gautam leaned his face toward hers.

"Bend down."

He lowered his head, his lips hovering near hers.

"Bend down more," she urged.

"What for?"

"You have to,do one thing."

"What?"

"You have to clean my armpits."

"How? Won't you shower?"

Geetha closed her eyes, resting her head against the wall. "Lick it for me."

"Disgusting...no.." he said, his voice laced with revulsion.

"It's not disgusting. Lick it quickly before it dries."

"No, go take a shower."

"Please, darling, lick it for me."

"Hey, are you crazy?"

"Gautam.." she said, her voice rising in urgency.

"Hey..."

"Just once, it'll get me in the mood."

He brought their lips together, a quick, almost chaste kiss.

"Hmm..."

"Go shower, and I'll hug you and we'll go to sleep."

"Lick it."

"Won’t you listen?"

"No..."

He bent down, his face nearing her right armpit. The mingled scent of sweat and honey filled his nose, and he recoiled, pulling his head back. "No..."


“Just once, my good husband,” Geetha pleaded, her voice a soft murmur. 

Gautam, unable to resist wife’s sweet request, did as she asked. 

He bent extended his tongue and pressed it against the honey-smeared skin of her armpit. 

A jolt went through Geetha’s body, and she bit down on her lip with a muffled moan.

Gautam licked the sweet mixture, savoring the taste. Seeing a couple of drops still glistening on her skin, he pressed his tongue against her again, cleaning the spot.

“Ah… this side too,” she whispered, her head tilting to the left. He moved to her other side, his tongue tracing a path into her armpit. 

As he did, she wrapped her right hand in his hair and pressed his face deeper into her skin.

“Oh… kiss it.”

He did as he was told, placing his lips on the spot he had just licked and giving it a tender kiss. As he lingered there, she released his head and pushed her right hand into his pants, her fingers finding and squeezing him softly with a passionate urgency.

Her touch ignited a fire in him. He pulled her closer by the waist, the movement causing the towel she was wearing to slip to the floor. He moved his face from her armpit to her left boob, kissing it with a newfound fervor.

“Hmmmm… I may be romance with him, but I’m your wife,” she said, her voice a mix of playfulness and intimacy.

He came up and kissed her on the forehead, a gesture of pure devotion. Then, in one swift motion, he lifted her and laid her on the bed. He stripped off his pants, joining her there.

As she looked at him, she opened her thighs, a silent invitation he eagerly accepted. He moved between them, claiming her body as his own. She dug her nails into the back of his t-shirt, pulling him closer as she kissed his face, a moan escaping her lips.

“I missed this a lot… Goutham…”

“Uh.. I too dear,”

“Oh more, fuck” she urged.

He began to thrust, their thighs rubbing together with each movement. A symphony of sighs and moans filled the room as they kissed, Gautam’s body moving hers in a rhythmic dance. 

With a final surge of passion, he claimed her completely, leaving her breathless and satisfied. In the quiet after, she swallowed her contentment and found solace in the loving embrace of her husband.

A few minutes later, Geetha's voice cut through the quiet. "Get up, the water might be boiling now. I'll go take a shower."

Gautam sat up and gently kissed her forehead. "Why take a shower? Stay just like this."

Geetha pulled back, a soft smile on her lips. "I will, darling. But I haven't showered since morning."

He moved aside, and she rose, stepping toward the bathroom. At the door, she turned, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "I even showered with him," she said, her voice a playful tease.

"Get the hell inside, you silly girl," Gautam retorted, grabbing a pillow and tossing it at her.

A ripple of laughter echoed from the bathroom as Geetha closed the door behind her. 

Inside, as the warm water cascaded over her, the heat from the day and the recent intimacy with Gautam began to subside. Her thoughts, however, were a whirlwind of two men. One, her husband, who was just outside the door; the other, Bharat, a memory that still lingered.

She soaped her armpits, a smile spreading across her face as she remembered Bharat's playful acts. These new moments with Gautam felt so joyful, but the ghost of Bharat's touch was a powerful one. She giggled to herself, her hand drifting down to touch herself, still wet with her husband's love. The memory of Bharat's long, hard shaft flared to life, and she slowly pushed a finger inside. A small gasp escaped her lips.

She began to caress herself, her mind a vivid tapestry of past moments with Bharat—his lips on her waist, the way he would lick her armpits, how he held her close, the light bites on her buttocks, the gentle suction on her boobs. As she imagined him kissing a spot her husband had never touched, she leaned against the cool tile wall, a wave of satisfaction washing over her. Biting her lip, a silent, joyful moan escaped her as she reached an her fingering climax.

After her shower, Geetha got out, wrapped in a towel. Gautam was lying on the bed, shirtless, focused on his laptop. She shook her wet hair, and a few droplets landed on his screen, causing him to close it with an annoyed sigh.

"Hey, why are you doing silly things?" he asked.

She climbed onto the bed, leaning over him. She pointed to the shadow her boobs cast on the mattress and kissed him on the forehead. "It's wrong to bring a laptop into the bedroom."

"Oh really?" he teased. "Then what should I bring?"

She gave him a playful look, her fingers tracing the hair on his chest before she slid down, disappearing under the blanket.

"Are you feeling cold after the shower?" Gautam asked, his voice laced with amusement.

"You got hot the moment I touched you, darling," she said, her voice muffled from beneath the covers.

Gautam pulled off her towel and tucked her under the blanket, pulling her close. He kissed her deeply. "So, are you going to cool me down with these?"

"Do you want me to?" she whispered.

"Hmm, yes," he answered, a low groan escaping his lips.

Geetha giggled, and then silence fell as she disappeared under the blanket once more. 

A moment later, Gautam's head fell back against the pillow, his right hand moving slowly up and down under the covers as a rhythmic puffing motion began.

"Ah," he sighed, the muffled "gluck gluck" sounds beginning.

Suddenly, Geetha's hand emerged from under the blanket, grabbing the towel and pulling it back in with her.
"Ah, slowly," he groaned.

Still Geetha didn’t slowed, the protrusion of her head inside the blanket continued moving up down rhythmically. 

“Mm… kluk kluk,” the sloppy sucking sound continued.

“Ossshh I’m cumming, ” he gasped trembling to his release.

His head rested to the left, and Geetha came up for air, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Gautam wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

"You're taking the towel so the bedsheet doesn't get messed up. That's a good idea," he said.

She did not taste his semen though.

"We can just wash it tomorrow," she replied simply.

"Hmm," he said, pulling her even closer.

"I'll tell you something. Don't mind it," she began, her voice suddenly serious.

"Tell me," he said, his voice soft.

"You asked if he touched me, right?"

Gautam froze. "What?"

"Bharat..."

"Yeah, you didn't tell me."

"I..." she said, her cheeks flushing. "I gave a kiss to him there."

Gautam's eyes widened. "And what else?"

"What else?" she repeated, her voice a whisper.

"Did you do this for him too?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

"I wanted to," she admitted, "but I stopped myself."

"Meaning...?"

"Meaning... meaning..I liked his….,” she said, twisting coyly and hiding her face in Gautam's arms. He hugged her warmly, his hand reaching back to hit the light switch, plunging the room into darkness.

“Silly girl, you become so naughty.”

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To be continued……..

[abcturbine]

excellent narration...liked the slow build up..add some kinkiness..it will spice up.....
eagerly waiting for next

[Sage_69]

Teacher and Student had a big breakthrough in their relationship. Nice!

[fuckandforget]

Did she compare the cocks of young student and her old husband. Student cock is big and virile compared to wimp husband. She must be disappointed with it. Lets see how things change. Awesome update

[Rakul1985]

I thought some story will be cooked between Geetha and Siva as all.of them are present at one place and chance to make it.

[secpass]

Keep going bro

[secpass]

Never imagined confessions would be so erotic , amazing waiting for when Geetha n Bharat meet next

[fuckandforget]

Soon this cucky will shake his wimpy dick seeing his wife fucked by other men.

[Haran000]

excellent narration...liked the slow build up..add some kinkiness..it will spice up.....
eagerly waiting for next

Teacher and Student had a big breakthrough in their relationship. Nice!

Did she compare the cocks of young student and her old husband. Student cock is big and virile compared to wimp husband. She must be disappointed with it. Lets see how things change. Awesome update

I thought some story will be cooked between Geetha and Siva as all.of them are present at one place and chance to make it.

Keep going bro

Never imagined confessions would be so erotic , amazing waiting for when Geetha n Bharat meet next

Soon this cucky will shake his wimpy dick seeing his wife fucked by other men.

Thank you all

[Haran000]

Geetha was worried that she couldn't return to Hyderabad on May 2nd, as Bharat had requested. As expected, Ganesh called Geetha and sent her the wedding invitation via WhatsApp.

Although Gautam had returned to Canada on May 1st, Geetha stayed in Karimnagar until May 2nd because her in-laws asked her to stay.

In Hyderabad,

In the evening, Bharat won his badminton qualifiers. He and Saikrishna both won their matches for their academy. Rohit, who also participated, lost to his opponent.

Saikrishna, Bharat, and Rohit left the stadium together, met Rafiq, talked, and then went their separate ways.

Overjoyed by his victory, Bharat went home, grabbed his phone, and went to the rooftop of his building to call Miss Geetha.

It had already gotten a little dark.

Geetha: "Hello Bharat... is your match over?"

Bharat: "I won."

Geetha: "Oh... congrats, dear."

Bharat: "But you didn't come..." he said sadly, then laughed.

Geetha: "Sorry, I couldn't make it."

Bharat: "It's okay... Miss, the semi-finals are on the fifth."

Geetha: "I'll definitely come then."

He leaned against the wall.

Bharat: "Miss, give me a kiss."

Geetha: "How?"

Bharat: "Just give it."

A kissing sound, "Umm," was heard over the phone.

Geetha: "Hah..."

Bharat: "Is anyone nearby?"

Geetha: "I'm in another room."

Bharat: "Miss, thanks."

Geetha: "For what?"

Bharat: "If you hadn't bought me the shuttle racket, I wouldn't have been able to play, right?"

Geetha: "Hmm..."

Bharat: "Miss, thanks."

Geetha: "Hey, what happened? Why are you saying it again?"

He blinked and rubbed his eyes with his hand.

Bharat: "For giving me the money for the fees."

Geetha: "Bharat... you won, that's enough."

Bharat: "Uh..."

Geetha: "Do you need anything else?"

Bharat: "Nuh-uh..."

Geetha: "Then, do you want anything for winning, you puppy?"

With a small laugh, he said, "Uh."

Geetha: "What do you want?"

Bharat: "I want the puppy's favorite?"

Geetha: "Shameless."

Bharat: "Hehe..."

Geetha didn't say anything. He looked around; no one was on the next building's rooftop either. He stood behind the water tank.

Bharat: "Miss..."

Geetha: "Tell me."

Bharat: "Did Gautam sir give you a kiss there?"

Geetha: "Hey, why do you care?"

Bharat: "Oh, please tell me, Miss."

Geetha: "Where are you?"

Bharat: "On my rooftop."

Geetha: "Go downstairs, you naughty fellow."

Bharat: "Mom and dad are in home. Tell me, Miss."

Geetha: "You're getting too much. No, he didn't."

Bharat: "Why didn't he? Didn't you ask?"

Geetha: "Huh..."

Bharat: "Why didn't you ask?"

Geetha: "I don't know..."

Bharat: "You should have asked, Miss..."

Geetha: "I don't know, dear. I couldn't ask."

Bharat: "Miss, I still can't forget that."

Geetha: "Oh, stop it. You always get me talking like this. I'm coming for Ganesh sir's wedding. We'll talk when we meet there."

Bharat: "Miss, will you ask me then?"

Geetha: "Chee, no... dirty fellow."

Bharat: "Hey, didn't you like it?"

Geetha: "I'm at my in-laws' house. I can't say anything if you ask me like this."

Bharat: "Okay, okay, tell me one thing, did you like it or not?"

Geetha: "Uh..."

Bharat: "Uh means?"

Geetha: "That I liked it."

Bharat: "Miss, it feels so good talking to you like this."

Geetha: "I, on the other hand, am very shy."

Bharat: "Send me a photo, I want to see your shyness."

Geetha: "Oh, no."

Bharat: "Why?"

Geetha: "Not now."

Bharat: "Miss, when I saw your photo the other day, I got hard."

Geetha: "There you go again, stop it."

Bharat: "Miss, if I say this, do you get angry... are you disgusted with me?"

Geetha: "No, but it's wrong to talk like that."

Bharat: "But it feels good to talk like this, doesn't it? Miss, I don't want to hide anything from you. That's why I'm telling you."

Geetha: "Hmm..."

Bharat: "Miss, I need permission."

Geetha: "For what?"

Bharat: "You know something? Boys, when they have a strong lust for their favorite actress, they jerk by looking at her photo. I also jerkoff. I need permission for that."

Geetha: "What's jerking?"

Bharat: "It's when you rub dick with hand, Miss."

Geetha: "Chee... don't tell me things like that."

Bharat: "Miss, you are my heroine."

Geetha: "You rascal, I'll beat you up."

Bharat: "Miss, I'd love to be beaten by you..." he laughed.

Geetha: "Chee chee chee... mad dog."

Bharat: "Hahaha..."

Geetha: "Let's not talk about these things."

Bharat: "Why, do you get in the mood too?"

Geetha: "Uh..."

Bharat: "Miss, mine is hard too."

Geetha: "You said you were on the rooftop, didn't you?"

Bharat: "Yeah, no one is up here. It's dark."

He unzipped his pants, took his cock out in the dark, and began to caress it with his fingers. He pulled the foreskin back and let it go, playing with it.

A minute passed, and Geetha didn't say anything.

Bharat: "Miss..."

Geetha: "Huh..."

Bharat: "Say something."

Geetha: "Do you think it's okay for us to talk like this?"

Bharat: "Miss, do you talk like this with anyone else?"

Geetha: "No."

Bharat: "You like talking to me, right?"

Geetha: "Yeah..."

Bharat: "Miss, I want to masturbate right here. Just hearing your voice does something to me."

Geetha: "You're crazy."

Bharat: "Miss, I'll tell you something, don't scold me."

Geetha: "You always say that and then say something naughty."

Bharat: "So, should I tell you or not?"

Geetha: "No."

Bharat: "Hey, Miss, don't you want to hear?"

Geetha: "Okay, tell me."

Bharat: "I've taken it out and I'm holding it, Miss. It's very hard."

Geetha: "Hey, stop those words. It feels weird. It's not good if someone hears."

Bharat: "Is anyone next to you?"

Geetha: "Nuh-uh, no."

Bharat: "Then what...?"

Geetha: "It's not good to talk like this."

Bharat: "Miss, if it's not good, hang up the phone."

Geetha: "No, let's talk."

Bharat: "Miss, do you feel like you like talking like this?"

Geetha: "Hmm, yes, dear."

Bharat: "Miss, I feel a lot of lust just listening to your voice."

Geetha: "You said 'I love you,' puppy."

Bharat: "Love and lust too."

Geetha: "Bharat, you've been talking like a grown-up lately. You're not the innocent Bharat anymore."

Bharat: "Miss, I feel like I want to tell you everything."

Geetha: "You can tell me when we meet."

Bharat: "When we meet, I feel like doing things, not just talking."

Geetha: "Hah... naughty fellow."

Bharat: "Miss, do you want to talk for a little longer, or do you have work?"

Geetha: "If you want me to stay, I will. Tell me."

Bharat: "Can I ask you something, don't scold me."

Geetha: "Huh... I won't scold you."

Bharat: "Miss, you kissed my..."

Geetha: "Mm..."

Bharat: "How did it feel?"

Geetha: "I'm shy, dear..."

Bharat: "You weren't angry?"

Geetha: "No, dear."

Bharat: "Really... I thought you'd be angry."

Geetha: "Nuh-uh, I wasn't."

Bharat: "Then tell me?"

Geetha: "Puppy, don't think I'm talking like this... yours is very..."

Bharat: "Tell me, Miss, it's okay."

Geetha: "Oh no, I can't say."

Bharat: "Oh, what's with the teasing, Miss? Tell me, it's just me you're telling it to."

Geetha: "It's... it's..."

Bharat: "Did you like it?”

Geetha: "Uh..."

Bharat: "Will you give it another kiss?"

Geetha: "Hey... chee."

Bharat: "Miss, tell me, if I come now and it's the same as the other day, will you give it a kiss or not?"

Geetha: "Uh..."

Bharat: "Will you?”

Geetha: "Uh..."

Bharat: "Really?"

Geetha: "Uh..."

Bharat: "Oh, when you say 'uh uh' like that, I get even harder, Miss."

Geetha: "Rascal."

Bharath: Miss, if we were next to each other right now, you would grab mine, wouldn't you?

Geetha: I would.

Bharath: So if I want to kiss your pussy...

Geetha: Bharath...

Bharath: Tell me, Miss...

Geetha: Not those words.

Bharath: Okay, not those words... A kiss is okay?

Geetha: Okay...

As Geetha said that, Bharath's left hand started to play with his cock.

Bharath: Miss, I kissed it, right? It felt very sweet and salty, Miss.

Geetha: What?

Bharath: Yours.

Geetha: Didn't it feel dirty to you?

Bharath: No, Miss... When I kissed yours, do you know how it felt? Even if I gave a hundred more kisses there, it wouldn't be enough.

Geetha: Chee... Disgusting... It's urine there.

Bharath: Miss, I don't care about all that. I just like it.

Geetha: Hmm.

Bharath: Miss, do you want it?

Geetha: What?

Bharath: A kiss?

Geetha: No...

Bharath: Miss, you said you liked it, right?

Geetha: Hmm...

Bharath: Miss, how did it feel to you when I kissed you there?

Geetha: Shh... Don't ask me like that, puppy.

Bharath: Why?

Geetha: Puppy, how should I tell you? When you do things like that, I like it even more.

Bharath: Miss, I'll give you a kiss when we meet.

Geetha: Where?

Bharath: I'll give you one anywhere. Miss, I want to kiss all of you.

Geetha: Why, dear?

Bharath: Your beauty. Your scent. Your boobs, your waist, everything is beautiful.

Geetha: It sounds nice when you say it like that.

Bharath: Should I say more?

Geetha: ha…

Bharath: I'll come to your house. I'll hug you. I'll kiss your neck.

Geetha: Hmm, what else?

Bharath: I'll lick your navel.

Geetha: Shh, let's stop now. It's enough. It's a problem if my mother-in-law comes and hears.

Bharath: Miss, then what will you do for me, please tell me.

Geetha: What do you want?

Bharath: I want everything.

Geetha: What will you do with everything?

Bharath: No, you have to give me everything. You have to kiss my nose, lips, chin, neck, and chest.

Geetha: Your chest is nice.

Bharath: Will you give me a kiss?

Geetha: I will.

Bharath: On my dick?

Geetha: .......

There was no answer from Geetha.

Bharath: Miss, tell me.

Geetha: How can I answer when you ask like that.... You don't listen when I tell you not to say bad words.

Bharath: Miss, let's kiss each other there, you kiss mine, and I'll kiss yours.

Geetha: Hey.... Don't say it like that. It feels dirty.

Bharath: Miss, I'm about to finish, Miss... I'm jerking off while talking to you.

Geetha: Rascal, you have no shame.

Bharath: Miss, do you know how soft your hand is?

Geetha: Yours is also very hot and long.

Bharath: Ahh Miss....

Geetha: I'll tell you something. Don't tell anyone, my reputation will be ruined.

Bharath: I won't, Miss.

Geetha: Gautham's isn't as big as yours. Yours is so much hard and longer.

With that, Bharath's sperm spray covered the wall like thick paint.

Bharath: Ahh.. S... Miss, when you said that, I leaked.

Geetha: Dirty fellow.... What have you done to me? I'm talking like this with you.

Bharath: Miss, you have desires to talk about these things. You don't know it. You're telling me.

Geetha: Is that so?

Bharath: Yes, Miss...

Geetha: Hmm...

Bharath: Miss, if I were next to you, would you put your hand on it?

Geetha: Yes...

Bharath: What will you do?

Geetha: You do it.

Bharath: What should I do?

Geetha: What you did that day.

Bharath: Did you like it?

Geetha: when you do it, it feels so good. I don't know what it is, but whatever you do feels good.

Bharath: Miss, we have to meet.

Geetha: Will you climb over the wall?

Bharath: Yes, I will.

Geetha: Come after Ganesh Sir's wedding.

Bharath: I'll come, Miss.

Geetha: Puppy....

Bharath: Yes Miss.

Geetha: I want to beat you.

Bharath: Is this Geetha Miss talking?

Geetha: Haha, it's me...

Bharath: Really?

Geetha: Hmm.... But, that's enough, I'm hanging up.

Bharath: Okay, Miss....

Geetha: Let's meet the day after tomorrow.

Bharath: I'll be waiting.

Geetha: Bye...

How far does the freedom given by Gautham go?
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To be continued………

[nallapaiyan2]

gautam will let go geeta have all fun and he remain single as such -- very eager to know,

gautam character is ,, dont knwo what to say..

[Dorabooji]

Geeta has fallen in love with Bharat. She has no nick name for Gautam like puppy. Bharat is the first person to open her womanwood and make her orgasm. Nice update

[Haran000]

gautam will let go geeta have all fun and he remain single as such -- very eager to know,

gautam character is ,, dont knwo what to say..

Geeta has fallen in love with Bharat. She has no nick name for Gautam like puppy. Bharat is the first person to open her womanwood and make her orgasm.  Nice update

Thank you 

[secpass]

Keep going bro

[Haran000]

After Geetha reaching her home on the night of May 3rd. He turned off the engine, she got out in a blue Anarkali dress, adjusted her dupatta, and opened the gate.


Vimala and Jathin from the next-door house came out.

Jathin: Hi aunty, uncle told me you sold your old car. Is this the new one?

Geetha: Yes, Jathin. Are you enjoying your holidays?

Jathin: Yes, aunty.

Vimala: Did the wedding go well, Geetha? Is everything okay?

Geetha: Yes, akka, everything is okay.

Vimala: Goutham took the old car the other day. I heard you also went to your in-laws' house?

Geetha: Yes, akka.

Geetha pulled Jathin closer.

Geetha: Jathin, did you eat?

Jathin: Not yet. Mom just said she'll make upma.

Geetha looked at Vimala and said: akka, I was thinking of ordering chicken biryani. You and your husband should come, and we can all eat together.

Vimala: That's okay, Geetha. I was planning to make upma. I've already taken out the rava.
Geetha: Sister, just come and eat. Don't say no.

Jathin: Aunty, will you order a chocolate dessert for me too?

Geetha: Okay, let's do it...

At midnight, Geetha was sleeping with a blanket up to her waist, her hands folded over her chest to ward off the cold air from the AC, when you suddenly appeared out of thin air and landed on the empty bed next to her.

The bed shook, and Geetha woke up with a start and sat up. Scared, she turned on the light.

Seeing you, looking confused and disoriented, Geetha was startled and shrieked, "aaaa...."

Don't panic, now only you and Geetha can hear your words and screams.

Geetha's body was trembling, her eyes wide with fear, and she quickly got off the bed and backed up against the wall, holding a pillow tightly in her lap, shivering.

You were in a daze, wondering how you even got there.

Geetha: Thief, thief.... Who are you?

You can hear my words. No one else can hear your words, and even if someone comes, they can't see you. Only Geetha can see you, and you can only touch Geetha.

The reason I brought you here is to talk to Geetha.

What are you looking at? What should you talk about? Just say something.

Okay, first, do what I tell you.

Walk forward and snatch the pillow from Geetha's hands.

You got off the bed and walked towards Geetha. She moved a little to the right, trying to get to the door to escape.

You stand in front of the door.

You stood in front of the door.

Geetha: Who are you... go away from here.

She took out her phone.

Geetha: I'll call security.

Take the phone away, or there will be a problem.

You took Geetha's phone and put it on a shelf nearby.

Take the pillow from her.

When you tried to take the pillow, Geetha held onto it tightly, resisting you.

Okay, leave it. Talk.

You: Geetha, don't be scared. I won't do anything.

Geetha: Who are you, and how do you know me?

You: I'm reading your story.

Geetha: What story?

You: The one about you and Bharat.

Shh... she doesn't know, right? She thinks she's in the real world, not a story world.

Geetha: Are you crazy? How did you even get inside? Go, go...

She started hitting you with the pillow. Tell her God sent you. Tell her this is a world of stories.

You: Geetha, you are not real. You are in a world of stories.

Geetha: You're crazy, go away...

She hit you repeatedly. You held her hands to stop her.

You: Listen, Geetha, if you don't stop hitting me, what between you and Bharat did will be revealed to everyone.

She stopped. Her mouth hung open, looking at you. Geetha: How do you know?

You: I told you, I'm reading your story. God sent me here.

She slapped you on the cheek.

Geetha: Did you come from a mental hospital? Go away...

Grab Geetha...

What are you thinking? Just grab her, I'm giving you permission.

You grabbed her by the waist and stopped her. When her soft waist fit into your palms, the touch sent a thrill through you.

Geetha was struggling, trying to free herself, but she couldn't. I reduced her strength.
Now, ask whatever you want to.

You: Geetha, I like you a lot. Do you know how good it feels for us to see Bharat kissing you? You shyly encourage Bharat to do what he likes and get close to him.

Geetha: Please let me go, this is uncomfortable. How do you know all this?

Unable to control your desire, you squeezed her waist a little.

Geetha: Let me go... she said, pushing you away.

You: Geetha, you're in a world of stories. Someone is writing your story on the xossipy site. We know everything - you meeting Bharat, kissing him on his birthday night, kissing him in the pond on the hill, Bharat licking your armpits, and sucking your boobs after painting.

After a few moments, Geetha processed everything you said and had no choice but to believe you.

Geetha: So what now? Did that God send you here?

You: Yes.

Geetha: Which God?

You: Haran000

Geetha: Now I understand. This is all Shiva's plan, he sent you to kidnap me?

The silly girl would think that, but now tell Geetha what I'm about to tell you.

You: What are those?

Geetha: Who are you talking to?

You: To God. I need to tell you some things.

Geetha: Vimala Akka.... Jathin... she started screaming.

You covered her mouth.

You: Listen, Geetha.

She nodded her head.

Tell her to dominate Bharat.

You: Bharat is younger than you, and now that you're well-acquainted, why are you so shy? You should play with him.

Geetha: Uh-huh...

Tell her that doing so will give her a bigger thrill.

You: It will feel better for you if you do that. Tell me, does your puppy listen to you or not?

Geetha: Mmm... she nodded.

You took your hand off her mouth.

Geetha: He listens. But I also like it when he dominates me.

You: Yes, but if Bharat continues to dominate you like that, you will soon cross the line, and we don't like that.

Geetha: What's crossing the line?

You: That is, you two will have sex...

Geetha: Oh no... what sex... we just kiss.

Just that much, you ask.

You: Is that all?

Geetha: Well....

Her cheeks turned hot, and she smiled shyly.

You: Tell me.

Geetha: Let's say it's a little more.

You: So, you also have sex.

Geetha: No.... Never.

Move closer to her ear.

Hmm... now ask her if the thought of it has never crossed her mind.

You: Geetha, have you never wondered what it would feel like to have Bharat's dick inside your pussy?

Geetha: I have.

Why?

You: Why?

Geetha: I don't know... that thought comes to mind whenever I see his.

Okay, stop it here, or it will create thoughts that weren't there before.

Ask Geetha for a kiss.

When you grabbed her waist tightly and pulled her close, her soft boobs pressed against you, and you were intoxicated.

You: Geetha, give me a kiss.

Geetha: I won't.

You: You kiss Bharat, don't you?

Geetha: I don't even know who you are.

You: You are very beautiful, Geetha. You're so pretty.

Geetha: Hehe... thanks.

You: So, give me a kiss. After seeing Bharat kiss you, I also felt like kissing your lips.

Geetha: I won't. Go away from here.

Just kiss her, it's okay. It's just one kiss, I'm telling you, it won't be good if you do anything else.

You held the back of Geetha's head and brought your nose next to hers. When you touched her rose-petal lips with yours, giving her a warm, sweet, and longing kiss, my creation, as I told you, would behave. Geetha also brushed her lips against yours, kissed you, and let go.

You: Thanks....

Okay, that's enough, get out of there.

And just like that, you were back in our world.

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Eagerly waiting for Geetha and Bharat to meet more than Bharat , haha