Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[cobain7799]

Stunning update.

[santhu304]

Excellent man please update

[snowy69]

Reading your story reminds me of Mills n Boons I used to read in college days...
U r awesome bro..
Keep it going...
Ur writing is excellent..

[Projectmp]

Really excited for Canada episodes.

[Samadhanam]

Hope bharat fuck geethu in front of her wimp husband and get impregnated.

[Haran000]

Thank you everyone.



Warning: 
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- Be sure to have a toilet or tissues beside you. 
- I recommend reading each update in one go not pausing in middle.

[Nishikant.Wayal]

Thank you everyone.



Warning: 
- You should be in a private place while reading each update. 
- Be sure to have a toilet or tissues beside you. 
- I recommend reading each update in one go not pausing in middle.

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[Projectmp]

Excited after this warning.

[santhu304]

Awesome

[Haran000]

Due to rainy whether my internet is not working properly. I’ll post update when it’s ok.

Because next update is too long. Find 1 hour private time in next 24 hours to read next update. 

Do not go to Telugu section to translate yourself and spoil your reading experience.

[Shanky2k24]

Waiting eagerly for next update..

[Haran000]

18. Anything even more

The following morning, a Tuesday, Geetha and Bharat stepped out of the elevator onto the first floor of South Shopee Mall. This was Bharat's first time here; in fact, it was the first time Sindhu had brought Geetha here.

They walked toward a large fashion store, heading straight for the women’s section on the right. Bharat followed Geetha, his eyes scanning the racks of dresses. He wondered why she hadn't come for her usual kurtis or sarees. 

She stopped and picked up a pair of gray pants, handing them to him to hold.

"Miss, you should get a white T-shirt to go with them," he suggested.

Geetha ran her hand along the shirts on the hangers. "Why only white?"

"White looks good," he said simply.

"Hmm," she hummed in response.

"You usually buy kurtis and leggings, right?" he asked. "Why these today?"

"To wear in Canada, silly," she said, still looking through the clothes. "Gautam himself told me to get them."

"Oh, I see," Bharat replied.

Just then, Geetha found a white T-shirt. She pulled it off the hanger and held it up for him. "Is this okay?"

"Try it on," he said.

"Hmm. Let's look at three more dresses first."

They continued their walk, moving toward the maxi dresses. As Geetha was about to pick out two, a mannequin a few feet ahead caught their attention. It was wearing a black, mini A-line dress, and Bharat was captivated. For a moment, he imagined Geetha in it. He tapped her shoulder and gestured toward the dress.

"Miss, will you buy that?" he asked.

She rolled her eyes and looked over, surprised. It was a mini-frock that only came up to her thighs. "Do your eyes only see these kinds of things, you naughty fellow?" she teased. "I don't want that."

He bent a little and whispered in her ear, "Just imagine, Miss, after we go to Canada, you take a bath while I'm asleep and then you wear this to appear before Gautam sir…"

She clapped a hand over his mouth, stopping him mid-sentence. "Hey, stop it. Someone will hear us."

Smiling coyly, she glanced over and saw a saleswoman standing a short distance away.

"They're not looking at us," Bharat whispered. "Miss, buy it. You'll look sexy."

"Stop it," she insisted. "I don't want it. Look at it; heroines wear things like that."

"You are the heroine of this story, aren't you?" he said with a grin.

Embarrassed, she couldn't say a word and just walked forward. Bharat followed, his voice a low whisper behind her. "Hey, buy it, Miss. You looked so good in that white shirt the other day. If you wear this... uff..."

"Shh, shut up," she said, her cheeks flushed.

"Please buy it, Miss. It's okay. I'll pretend I'm not looking. You go and get it."

"No, I don't want it."

He took her hand and pulled her close. Geetha's legs trembled as she worried if someone might see them. "Hey, leave me alone, don't play silly games here," she pleaded.

He interlocked his fingers and pressed into the folds of her red churidar. Looking deep into her eyes, he said, "Miss, if I had money, I would have gifted it to you right now." 

That was how much he liked the dress.

"When you have money, you can buy it," she said. "Now, move along."

"Okay, let's do one thing. Lend me some money now. I'll buy that dress and gift it to you. When I get my money, I'll pay you back with interest."

"What is this? I said no, right?"

"Miss, I'm telling you for your own good," he said earnestly. "When we go to Canada, you need to spend some private time with Gautam sir in the evening."

Geetha understood what Bharat was saying. She knew what he was hinting at. "Hey, do you know what you're saying?" she whispered, her voice a little shaky. "You shouldn't be talking like that."

"Miss, I don't want to hide anything from you. I know that when you go there, you and Gautam garu will have private time. I shouldn't be saying things like this, but I'm telling you as a friend. I'm suggesting this as a friend. Buy that dress, Miss."

Understanding the depth in his words, she felt a little proud. She liked how upfront he was. Another thing was that Bharat didn't say he wanted to see her in the dress, but instead brought up Gautam. She was impressed by his affection for her and Gautam's relationship.

"What happened, Miss, why aren't you saying anything?" he asked.

She looked at him, a slight smile on her lips. "Say that you want to see it. Why are you using Gautam garu in the middle?"

"I'll see if you wear it and show me," he said. "But I'm not asking for myself. Miss, buy it. A beauty like you should have a dress like that..." As he spoke, he increased the pressure on her waist.

"That's enough," she said. "Let go. If you get a chance, you'll hold on to me."

"Uh-huh, I'll only let go if you say you'll buy the dress."

"Fine, I'll buy it," she conceded. "Now, let go."

He laughed and released her, stepping away.

While Bharat waited, Geetha went to the saleswoman, spoke to her, took the black dress he had shown her, and returned to his side. "Come on, let's buy you some clothes," she said.

Did Bharat's desires have limits? Besides, the small hope he'd been holding on to for four months was still there, wasn't it? It had to be fulfilled. When Geetha came forward and said, "Come on," he smiled and moved forward.

"Do you know what a bikini is?" he asked.

"Yeah, I do," she replied.

"Buy one," he said.

She was completely surprised that he would ask that and decided she needed to get him under control. She whispered softly, "Shut up, keep your mouth shut. Come on, you're going to buy your clothes."

"You wore one when we went to our village, didn't you?"

"I don't want anything else. Let's go," she said. She was pretending to be angry, but she was embarrassed that he had the courage to ask.

He understood that Geetha wouldn't agree and didn't ask again. As they passed the ladies' section, Bharat said, "I didn't bring any money."

She pinched his arm hard. "What are you bringing, silly? Is this something new for you? Come on..."

Just then, the saleswoman came to them. "Your sister is offering to buy them, so why are you saying no?"

Bharat was stunned. 

Who did she mean by 'sister'? 

"She's not my sister..." he began, but Geetha interrupted him.

"He's just saying that because I brought him without telling his mother. He's always like that," she explained.

"Oh, I see," the saleswoman said. "But still, if your sister is buying, take them. You're doing a good job selecting dresses for her. She'll do the same for you."

Bharat didn't say anything. Geetha held his hand and started leading him toward the men's section, but he stopped her. "Wait. You didn't try the dresses on."

"There's no need," she said.

"No, you should check that T-shirt."

Geetha agreed, told Bharat to wait, and went to the trial room.

Bharat wondered why the saleswoman thought they were brother sister and why Geetha had changed the topic when he was about to clarify. 

In the meantime, he saw another woman going into trial room 1. Just then, Geetha came out of trial room 2, wearing the white T-shirt and gray pants.





Her cheeks were rosy and full of a gentle smile. Her plump chest was graceful below her neck, and the waist-belt  curve on both sides of her hips arched like a rainbow. The clothes she wore beautifully accentuated her figure, a feast for the eyes.

"How does it look?" she asked.

He went closer to her, looking at her with all his heart. "Miss, how can you be so cute?" he said. "You look like a college girl."

Her rosy cheeks turned even redder. "Stop it. I'm not that young."

He quickly looked back. There were three customers and the salesgirl walking and searching among the clothes. 

"You're adorable, Miss. Seriously."

"You like it, that's enough," she said.

"Stay like that, I'll take a photo."

"Hey, why photos now?"

"We'll send it to Sir."

"Hmm... Okay," she agreed.

He took four photos, and then Geetha changed her clothes and walked toward the men's section. Bharat quickly picked up a black shirt, two T-shirts, two pairs of jeans, and a pair of Puma shoes.


As they had planned, they bought the clothes, ate at a restaurant on the way, and reached home at 1 p.m. As soon as they stepped inside the house, Geetha threw the shopping bags on the sofa, and Bharat grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up. Her heart throbbed against his chest, and the heat in his eyes showed that an anticipated question was coming.

Her waist melted like butter in his hands. That buttery affection entered her eyes, and she nodded her head directly, asking, "What is it?" with a burning look.

"Why did she call us brother and sister?" he asked.

Geetha's lips parted in a slight smile. 

Strangers might assume that, but no one would just change the topic like that when he was about to say no. If Geetha had intentionally changed the topic, there must be a reason.

"When she asked who I was, I said you was my younger brother."

"You should have said I was a student," he said.

"What if she asked, 'What's a student doing shopping with you, and what are you doing helping him with his selections?'"

"What's wrong with that?"

"That's not it," she said. "I just told her she assumed that."

He held her waist tightly and leaned in even closer. He looked at her from an inch away and rubbed his nose against her cheek.

In a huff, he said, "Would a brother do this?"

She knew he would be angry about what she said. But maybe she didn't say it intentionally; the situation made her say it. "It's all over, so let it go."

"Miss, don't say that again."

"Are you angry?" she asked.

"Of course, I am," he said. "Does it feel good to call your lover, your sister?"

"Who said I'm your lover?"

He wrapped his arm around her waist, gently caressing her neck with his right hand, and gave her a small kiss on her upper lip. Geetha, in agreement, wrapped her fingers around his neck.

In a daze, Bharat asked, "Now tell me."

"I said that because I thought it would look bad if a stranger saw us, puppy. Okay? Should I say sorry?"

"Hmm..."

She bit his lips with passion and knotted herself to him. Bharat's tongue went between her lips, and he kissed and licked her upper lip. "Umm..." she moaned.

He bit and pulled on her lower lip and then let go. "We don't have to answer to everyone, Miss."

"Hmm..."

Looking at her full face, he said, "Your face will wither if you go out in the sun."

"So what?"

"Still, you'll be beautiful..." he said, kissing her cheek.

"You have to go home."

He turned his face to her neck, sweating and smelling her fragrant sweat. "Miss, can you please wear that black dress? I want to see it."

‘Here comes the desire. How could he hide it, this kid?’

"I knew you would ask, you naughty kid," she said. "But you said it was for Gautam garu, so why do you want it? Go home."

"I just want to see how it looks."

"Aha... None of that will work. Don't act all innocent. You didn't tell your family you were coming. Go home first."

"You'll wear it for Gautam sir there, right? I'll sneak a peek."

She squeezed his cheeks. "You're going to get beating, puppy. You're being too much."

"Okay, bye, Miss..." He let go and started to walk away, but she stopped him. "What, Miss?" he asked.

She hesitated a little. "Come in the evening..."

"I will," he said, turning to go again. This time, she held his hand and pulled him back. "Tell me, Teacher...?" he asked.

Blushing, she looked down. "Tell your family you're staying here tonight."

"Miss..." He looked at her with interest and took a step forward.

"Okay, bye..."

"Miss, tell me," he urged.

"Uh-huh, nothing."

There was something Geetha wasn't able to say. There was also something Bharat was about to say but stopped himself from saying.

"Miss, will you give me your boobs?" he asked.

"Tonight," she said.

"What, Miss? You've never asked like this before."

She hugged him tightly, blushing. "I'm all alone, silly. Stay with me tonight."

"I'll stay, Miss. But what will you give me?"

"I'll give you whatever you want."

"Even down below..."

"Shh..."

"Tell me, will you?"

"Hmm... I will," she whispered.

"Okay, I'll go now."

"Hmm..."


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[Haran000]

The humid evening air hung heavy in the east-facing yard, a palpable presence as Geetha, her saree tucked into her waist, straightened a wet garment on the clothesline. Her milky midriff, a smooth expanse of skin, stretched with the movement, a soft curve against the backdrop of her pleated saree. Her blouse, damp with sweat, strained to contain her ample curves, and a single, crystalline bead of sweat traced a lazy path down her skin, a fleeting waterfall on a canvas of white.


Just then, Bharat appeared at the gate, and the sight of her pale waist brought him to a sudden, breathless halt. 

His eyes locked onto her, unable to look away. Unconsciously, he squeezed a small bag in his hand, his fingers kneading the fabric as he took a ragged breath. He watched, mesmerized, as the soft folds of her midriff rippled with her every move.

Noticing him, Geetha’s lips curved into a shy smile. She reached into her bucket, pulled out a wet blouse, and playfully shook it in his direction. A fine spray of soapy water splashed across his face, and he flinched, startled but not displeased.

“Hey, get inside,” she called out.

“Miss,” he replied, his voice soft, “when are you going to heaven?”

A look of confusion crossed her face. “What?” she asked.

“Tell me the truth, you lost your angel ring, right?” he said, a playful glint in his eyes. “They wouldn’t let you into heaven, so you got stuck on Earth, didn’t you?”

Under the gentle evening sun, Geetha’s golden cheeks bloomed with a rosy blush. “What are you talking about, you crazy boy?”

He walked closer, standing beside her as she picked a bra from the line. “Miss, you don’t have to work so hard. I might get lost just looking at you…” His gaze was fixed, a trance-like intensity on her waist.

With a soft sigh, she stood up and pulled the pallu of her saree over her midriff, covering it from his view.

“What?” he asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice. “Why did you hide it like that?”

“Hey, stop your antics,” she said, a feigned sternness in her tone. She placed the bucket by the steps and walked toward the house, wiping the back of her neck with her pallu. The street was quiet, the neighbors were gone, and the wall shielded them from prying eyes.

“Miss, just once, please show me,” he pleaded.

“Ugh, go away… stupid…” She pushed him away gently, her anger a playful facade.

He followed her, his sandals left behind, the small bag clutched in his hand. “Miss, Dad gave me these mangoes,” he announced loudly, his voice echoing in the quiet house. “I brought some good ones for us to eat.”

His words stopped Geetha in her tracks. She turned, her eyes lighting up at the mention of mangoes. “Oh, really? I was just thinking of buying some yesterday, and now you’ve brought them. How much were they?”

“Why ask the price? They’re for us to eat. Shall we eat them now?”

“Not right now. Maybe in a little while. I still have to sort the clothes.”

“Oh, okay. Then I’ll help you,” he offered.

“Hmm… come on…”

As she walked away, he followed, his eyes fixed on her back. 

They entered the bedroom, and she opened the cupboard, handing him piles of clothes to place on the bed. They stacked them neatly, and Geetha wiped the shelves clean, placing mothballs in the corners. He silently continued to hand her sarees, his gaze never leaving her as she worked.

“What’s wrong? You’re not talking,” she finally said, breaking the silence.

“You’re not talking either.”

“What did you do yesterday?”

He hesitated, wondering whether to tell her. “Yesterday, we went to Chandana’s house. It was Harish’s birthday, Miss.”

“Oh, right. Our WhatsApp group had a message about it. Did you guys have a party?”

“Not really, Miss… We just had biryani at a hotel and came back at night.”

“That’s good.”

“Hmm…”

As she reached for a pile on the top shelf, she lifted her feet slightly to get a better reach. He saw his chance. Just as she was about to ask for a stool, he came up behind her, his hands gently holding her hips. She turned her head, startled by his touch.

A mischievous glint danced in his eyes. “Shall I lift you?” he asked.

Her eyelids fluttered in agreement, and he lifted her slightly, just enough for her to place Gautham’s jeans on the shelf. As he lowered her, he pulled her close, and the moment she was standing, he rubbed his nose against her forehead from behind.

“Miss, I have something to tell you.”

“Tell me.” The closeness of his body stirred a yearning heat within her.

“Miss, I did the same thing with Chandana yesterday that we did the day before.”

Her pupils widened. She turned abruptly to face him. “What? What did you do?”

A smile touched his lips as he spoke directly, “The same thing… I saw hers too. I kissed her pussy…”

Her hand shot out, grabbing his cheek and slapping him. 

He flinched, the sting of the blow sharp. “Miss…”

Her eyes blazed with anger. “Are you telling the truth or are you joking?” she demanded.

“It’s true, Miss,” he said softly, his voice trembling.

She grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it up over his face. “Why did you do that?”

“What happened, Miss?”

There was no use getting angry. This was just how boys his age were. She calmed herself down, her anger melting into a soft caress on his cheeks.

“Tell me why you did it,” she asked gently.

“It was… by accident…”

“Tell me exactly what you did.”

Their eyes locked, and he struggled to speak. She gently made him sit on the bed and sat next to him, holding his hand.

“Miss, yesterday Harish asked me to meet him at Chandana’s house, so I went. Chandana and her sister lives on the top floor, and her parents live downstairs. As soon as I went upstairs, I mistook Vandana for Chandana and kissed her.”

“Oh, really?”

“At first, she didn’t say anything, thinking it was a mistake. Chandana saw it too. Just then, Harish arrived. We cut the cake. Harish’s dad called him, so he left. I apologized to Vandana, and Chandana was angry but didn’t say anything. But then their mom called, and Chandana went downstairs. Then…”

Intrigued, Geetha leaned closer. “And then?”

“Miss… I had a bit of a grudge against Harish, Miss… I thought he was my best friend, but he started keeping his distance after I started studying. For some reason, I don’t know why, I felt like kissing Vandana. She’s his girlfriend, you know. I just felt that way.”

“What are you saying? Why do you care about other people’s business?”

“You’re right, Miss. But since Chandana wasn’t there, I kissed Vandana again. She agreed too. She even took off her dress, and I kissed her all over. She’s so beautiful, Miss… I took her to the bathroom, and with her…”

“What about Chandana?”

“Chandana came after Vandana touched me. Chandana wanted a kiss from me too, Miss. She… she took me into her mouth like that. Then Vandana sucked me too. I licked Chandana.”

Geetha squeezed his hands tightly. “It’s wrong for you to do things like that. At this age, you feel this way, but… you shouldn’t do these things now.”

“But we did them too, Miss…”

What could she say? What was done was done. Lost for words, she climbed onto his thighs and sat down. They looked into each other’s eyes, a hollow emptiness in their gazes.

“Puppy… If you rush things like this, it’s very risky. You don’t know. You’re not old enough yet.”

“Miss… everything happened by accident. I just wanted to give one kiss, that’s all.”

She ran her hand through the hair on his forehead. “You ask me for a kiss too, but do you stop?”

“Hmm…”

She straddled him completely, settling into his lap, and gave him a kiss on the nose. “Miss, do you know what Chandana asked?”

“What did she ask?”

“She asked if I’d marry her.”

“Is your love so advanced that you’re already talking about marriage?”

“I mean, she’s the one who asked.”

Rubbing her nose against his, Geetha said, “This puppy isn’t old enough for that yet. Don’t be in such a hurry for everything. Will you listen to me?”

“I will, Miss…” He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close.

“So… no more kisses with me either,” she teased.

“No way… Impossible…” He kissed her neck.

She giggled softly, holding his head to stop him. “Can’t you stay still for even a little while?”

“Nope…” He smiled.

“Naughty fellow…”

He tightened his grip, his fingers pressing her into his lap. A sudden heat surged through Geetha.
“Oof… hey, let go.”

“Miss… let’s eat the mangoes.”

“Okay…”

His left hand moved, grabbing her right boob and squeezing it. A shock of pleasure jolted through her.
“Ahh…”

“This mango…”

“Hey, you’re getting out of hand. Don’t you have any respect for your teacher, you bad boy?”

He kissed her cheek. “Hmm… This is how I show respect to my cute, kissing teacher.”

“If you show respect like this, then the teacher will have to give you a punishment.”

“I’m ready for any punishment.”

“Oh, really? Then no kisses today.”

“Oh no, that’s not a punishment, it’s hell. Please, anything else…”

“Nothing else. Just let go. Let’s go eat the mangoes.”

“If you give me one kiss, I’ll give you the mangoes. Otherwise, I’ll take them away.”

“Oh, really? Then I don’t want them. Take them away… I’ll go to the market and buy my own.”

“Ah, Miss…”

She placed her hands behind his head, holding their lips just inches apart. In a seductive whisper, she said, “Hey, puppy… You want three girls, Chandana, Vandana, and me?”

“What am I supposed to do when you sit on me like this? I’m surrendering.”

“You’ve learned to talk, you dog…”

“A kiss would make me stop talking, Miss…” he said, slipping two fingers inside her blouse, stroking the spot on her right shoulder blade where her birthmark was.

“You said you wanted to eat mangoes?”

“I want the mangoes that are here. Will you give them to me?”

“You saw them the other night, didn’t you?”

“I see them every day. I want them every day.”

“What if I say no?”

“Miss, how can you say no? Just once… Besides, you said you’d give them to me in the evening, didn’t you?”

“Hmm…”

“Miss, I have an idea, Miss.”

“What is it?”

“Squeezing the mango…” He rubbed his fingers on her back, his caress sending a shiver down her spine. The words took on a new, sensual meaning.

“Okay, squeeze it…”

“And then put it in my mouth…” He kissed her cheek, then brought his left hand down, tracing his fingers under her saree to her knee.

Excited by his touch, Geetha murmured, “Yes…”

“Miss… biting it…”

“That will hurt, you know…” she said, a playful tease in her voice.

He squeezed her thigh, and she bit her lip, consumed by desire.

“Miss, what’s wrong? I’m talking about the mango…”

“Hmm…”

“Miss, I’ll bite it, take the juice, put it on your lips, and then kiss you.”

“Hey… What kind of idea is that?”

“Miss, let’s have different kinds of romance.”

“You always come up with something. How will we do it?”

“I watch stories and videos on the internet, Miss.” His hand moved inside, reaching her inner thighs.

“Stop it…”

“Miss, will you give me a kiss like that?” He wrapped his arms around her back, buried his face in her neck, and moved his hand inside her saree. A wave of stimulation washed over her, and she squeezed his shoulders, her body arching.

“Oof… puppy…”

“Do you know why women are so soft?”

She met his gaze, bewitched. “Hmm… Why?”

“So they can be squeezed like this.”

“Oh… no…”

“Miss, women are better with a little more fat, like you.”

“Stop it… You’re talking like you know everything…”

“Even if I don’t know everything… I know that you like me doing this,” he said, a hint of arrogance in his voice.

She chuckled softly, slapping his cheek. “Rascal… so many mischievous tricks.”

“Tell me, Miss, are you going to give me a kiss or not?”

“Nope, I won’t.”

He rubbed his fingers on her back, moving them upward, then gently caressed her soft backside as she bent forward slightly. He pouted his lips. “Miss, if you didn’t want this, why are you sitting on me, and why are you doing this? I’m getting hot with you like this. Just give me one kiss, or I’ll kiss you wherever I want.”

“Why do you always ask for a lip kiss, you rascal?”

“I like your saliva.”

She gave him a gentle tap on the head. “They say it’s not good to exchange saliva.”

“Whoever said that doesn’t know the taste of your lips, Miss.”

“Your craziness is getting worse.”

“Yes…”

He pulled her saree back near her buttocks, lifting it up, and rubbed her right buttock.

“Take your hand off there.”

He laughed, trying to kiss her lips, but she moved back. He turned her around and made her lie down on the bed. “Miss, when I’m with you, this is how I am. Okay, you’re not in the mood. I won’t ask anymore. Let’s go eat.”

As he got up, she grabbed his shoulders, stopping him. “Wait…”

He put his hands on the bed on either side of her and leaned over. “Tell me.”

“Are you giving up?”

“I was asking because I thought you were in the mood. You’re just playing with me on purpose.”

“That’s not it… It’s that you’ll do something else, and I won’t be able to stop you.”

He fell on her, hugging her tightly. Her body curled in pleasure, and she wrapped her arms around him.

“Miss, how wonderful it feels to be like this…”

“Hmm…”

He slid her blouse sleeve off her right shoulder and kissed it. “Miss, we’re like this now, but before, you’d get shy if I touched you. Didn’t you ever feel like you wanted this hug back then?”

“You weren’t this much of a bad boy back then.”

“Do you like me being a bad boy like this? Hmm…” He kissed her again.

“Hmm… not like that… but when you looked at me, I’d feel a certain way.”

“Can I tell you something? I used to look at you, but I was afraid. I never thought you’d be this friendly, Miss.”

“I never thought I’d be like this with you either. I was so lonely and missing so much.”

He moved her blouse even further towards her armpit, slowly rubbing his lower lip against her soft shoulder, savoring her scent.

“Miss, we’ll make up for all the romance you’ve been missing. To be blunt, we’ve already seen each other. We don’t need to be shy. What do you say?”

The play of his lips was a flame, increasing her passion. “Hmm…”

“Miss, I want to lick between your thighs. Will you say yes?”

She silently closed her eyes. He kissed the soft, cotton candy-like fat under her armpit.

“Ooh…” she groaned, squeezing his neck, lost in a trance.

“Tell me, Miss… Hmm…” he whispered, his tongue tracing the spot.

“Oof…” She turned her face away, giving in.

“Miss, you should have bought a bikini on our shopping trip.”

“No…”

He held her face and kissed her nose. “Look, Miss.”

She slowly opened her eyes, looking at him coquettishly. “What’s wrong?”

“Didn’t I say no?”

He tugged her blouse sleeve further, and the top hook near her heart came undone, revealing a small path between her milky hills. He kissed the spot.

“Mmmm… no…” she said weakly, pulling his head up.

“Miss, I want to see you in a bikini. I want to see what your structure is like.”

She ran her hand through his hair. “I can’t wear things like that. Don’t try to convince me, you rascal…” She kissed his forehead.

“Okay, let’s do something.”

“What?”

“You have to take this off and show me now…” He mischievously poked her full, right breast with his index finger.

She pushed him away. “Stay away for a while. Is this all you think about?”

She got up and started putting the remaining dupattas in the cupboard. He got off the bed and hugged her from behind.

“Miss, this is what I came for. I can’t control myself. Whether you agree or not, I want it, Miss…” he pleaded near her ear.

Her pallu slid down, and behind the undone hook, a small glimpse of her boob was visible. Her ample curves strained against the fabric, an irresistible temptation.

“You have to listen, Bharat. You can’t just ask for things like this. I don’t know how to explain it to you.”

He brought his left hand up, holding the soft flesh in front of her armpit, his fingertips brushing against her nipple. 

Her body was on fire. She arched her back, her hands running through his hair, squeezing it.

“Take your hand away.”

“Miss, we can do this too. No one is here. Do you really need this blouse now?”

She looked into his eyes, surprised by his raw desire. “Puppy, don’t say things like that.”

“But you want to hear me say them, don’t you?”

Their eyes were locked, a shared desire floating in the intoxicating heat of their breaths.

“Let go of me.”

“At least undo another hook, Miss. Look how they’re fighting with each other.”

She pushed down on his shoulders, her body curling, her breasts pressing together. The moisture on her stray hair trickled down between her breasts, a small thrill.



“I want to jump in there and get crushed, Miss.”

Intoxicated by his words, she murmured, “Uh-huh…”

“At least let me kiss them…”

She knew he wouldn’t listen. She wanted it too. She wanted him to be hers. After he told her about Chandana, a dormant desire had been sparked within her, a need to reclaim her femininity.
“Puppy, why won’t you listen?”

“Why do you tempt me, Miss?” He brought his hand up, turned her face, kissed her cheek, and with his right hand, slipped it inside her saree pallu, squeezing her lower belly.

“Ah… you’re just a boy.”

“Not with you…” he said, biting her earlobe.

“Rascal…”

“Miss, you can call me whatever you want, but… (biting her neck) I want this khova.” (Milk pudding)

“Shhh… What is ‘khova’?”

“You… I’ll bite you like khova.”

“You say all sorts of things, you crazy boy.”

“Then should I stop talking and just start kissing, teacher?”

“You call me ‘teacher,’ then talk about kisses and being a ‘bad boy’.”

“Do you want respect, teacher?” He exhaled a warm breath on her lips, then gave her a nose kiss.

Melting like a doll in the rising heat, she bit her lip, a silent provocation. He gave her a small, hot kiss on her shy, agitated upper lip.

“You can’t escape punishment.”

“I’ll do whatever you say.”

“You have to sweep the house.”

“Okay…”

“Today, we’re having okra curry. You have to help me cook.”

“Are there no punishments like rubbing your back in shower, teacher?”

She tapped him on the head. “You said you’d do as I said… Why are you still making demands?”

“I thought you might ask for that too.”

“Oh…”

“Do you know how I’ll help you?”

“Tell me.”

He took a step back, looking at her butter-soft spine, and traced it with his fingertips. 

A shiver ran through her, and she gave in. 

He bent down, pushing his tongue out over her blouse strap, walking his tongue along her spine’s bones as if riding it.

“Oof… you dog…”

He came back up, pulled her into his lap, and said, “I’ll save you money on soap, Miss…”

“You’re crazy.”

“When I say I’ll save you money, why do you call me crazy? I’ll lick every part of you. I’ll bathe you with my saliva.”

“Yuck…” She giggled softly.

“Miss, you haven’t taken a shower yet, have you?” A shiver ran down her feet.

“So?”

He licked her neck. “I’ll give you a bath right now, let me lick you.”

“Chee, stop it…” she said, turning away.

[Shanky2k24]

Waiting eagerly for next update ..

[Haran000]

Bharat held Geetha's face, his eyes fixed on hers. "Miss, I'm serious," he said, his voice a low hum. "You're like a palakova—a sweet milk fudge—and I'm going to devour you crazily."


Geetha pulled back slightly, her expression flustered. "Don't say things like that, it sounds weird."

"How does it sound?" he pressed, his lips curving into a smile.

She looked away, twisting her fingers. "When you say it, I want it."

He leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Miss, just ask me. Just say you want it."

"No, don't talk crazy," she insisted, though a blush crept up her neck.

Bending down, he kissed the soft skin of her neck. "Miss, just stay like this. I'll go and close the door..." He moved quickly, his feet pounding softly on the floor.

By the time he returned, she was standing in the same spot, a bundle of nervous energy. "I don't understand what you're saying," she whispered, "but I can't say no."

He stepped in front of her, his hands gently on her shoulders. "Miss, do you have any other chores? You said you needed to sweep."

"No, I was just saying it," she replied, her voice barely audible.

"What about cooking then?"

"After the bath."

He pulled her into a hug. She surrendered willingly, her hands locking behind his back. 

"Miss, if you don't want this, tell me now," he said, his voice muffled against her hair.

"No," she breathed.

A flicker of fear touched her. She wasn't ready. She needed to rein in his boyish excitement. 

"What you're saying feels new," she said, pulling back. "Not now, Bharat."

He held her gently. "It's okay. I won't do anything without your consent, Geetha."

Without warning, she slapped his face, a sudden peal of laughter escaping her lips.

He rubbed his cheek, feigning pain. "Ouch... that hit hard."

"I told you these things are becoming too much," she said, her tone a mix of reproach and amusement. "Now, go. I'll take a bath and come. I'm even thinking of taking you to Canada, you know."

"Miss, you can slap me, but can I ask you one thing?" he said, a glint in his eye.

"What?"

"You take a bath, I'll watch... haha.."

"Don't you have any other thoughts?" she retorted, but a smile was playing on her lips. She took his hand, led him to the bathroom, and tried to close the door. But he was too quick, blocking her path.

"Hey, get out..." she laughed, pushing against him.

"Uh-uh... I'm watching."

"How many times will you watch? Get out."

"Please, please..." he pleaded, his eyes wide and innocent.

"Crazy dog, get out... Shoo shoo..."

"Bow... wow..." He barked playfully, then fell on her, grabbing her waist and whispering in her ear. "Don't say no to this. What am I supposed to do standing outside while you're bathing?"

"Oh, hey... stop with the overacting. You're not listening at all," she said, wiggling to get free. He pressed on her soft waist, a gentle but firm hold that made her stand still.
"Miss Geetha. Please give me permission. I'll help you take off your clothes."

She looked at him blankly for a beat, then pushed him away. "Nothing doing, go away..."

He pretended to be defeated. "Okay, bye, I'm going home."

Her hand shot out, grabbing his. "Why are you going home?"

"If I'm with you, I'll stay. Otherwise, I'll go home. Call me stubborn or whatever. Let's be free. I asked for something before, but you said 'not now.' Okay. I won't hide anything from you. I'm saying what I feel. I don't care if anyone thinks it's too much. I want to watch you, please."

Geetha, in a move that surprised them both, immediately pulled up his T-shirt. "Your clothes will get wet. Take them off outside."

A triumphant smile spread across his face. He quickly shed his pants and underwear. This was what she had wanted, too. Her heart had been yearning to see him like this. Her mind was filled with a lustful numbness as she looked at his semi-erect cock.

He didn't wait. He pulled her into a tight hug, his penis pressing against her thighs. A warm breath escaped her lips.

"Miss, go, take a bath. I'll watch."

"You're a very bad puppy, you... I'm your teacher. I can't believe this."

"Oh, please don't say 'teacher.'" He pulled her saree off. She spun around, handing him the fabric. Standing with her back to him, she revealed the cloudy folds of her waist, a mixture of shame, intimacy, and mischief.

"Miss, when they say a man will wage wars for a woman, I believe it now," he said, his voice full of awe. "I'll stay here, just like this, with my eyes open, and do penance for your waist."

"Where did you learn all these compliments, you..." she said, her voice soft and fluttering with affection.

"The more I look at your beauty, the more I can't keep my mouth shut. Either I'll kiss you or I'll keep complimenting you."

"You've matured, you naughty boy."

He moved closer, his arms wrapping around her. He lifted her left arm and kissed her, inhaling the damp scent in her armpit.

"Mmmmmm," she hummed, twisting her neck in pleasure.

"Miss, for now, I'm only watching... but... I'll definitely eat this palakova doll. I love you, my milky."

"Hey, who's a milkydoll?" she asked, a playful scowl on her face.

"You are, Geetha. You look like a palakova doll. You're my milky"

She pinched his hand hard. "Don't give me nicknames, I'm warning you."

He moved her braid aside, untied the rubber band, and let her hair cascade down. He buried his nose in the smoky kohl of her eyes, savoring the scent. "You call me a puppy. Is it wrong for me to call you a milky?”

His hand came forward, unhooking one of her blouse hooks.

"I'm older than you.”

"Miss, but what's wrong with a lover giving a pet name?"

"I'm not your lover."

"Then what are you?"

She was silent. He unhooked the last hook. "Tell me."

"A friend."

He pulled her white bra down, his hands cupping her palakova mounds. "Mmmmm..." she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.

"If you were just a friend, why would I do this, Miss?"

"Are you saying I'm not?"

His hand slid over her shoulders, pulling the blouse and bra down. He tossed the blouse aside but held the bra, bringing it to his nose for a deep sniff.

"You crazy boy..." She snatched it from him and threw it aside.

"Miss, turn this way."

"Uh-uh..."

He quickly pulled the string of her skirt, and it fell to the floor.

‘Why have I become like this? Why am I like this with him?’

‘Miss, why did we meet like this? 

Why should you be like this with me?’

"Miss, turn this way."

"Uh-uh..."

"I'll see you no matter what, turn around."

"What is this, I feel something is happening."

"Okay, should I go outside?"

She turned back, her hands reaching out to hold his, as if to stop him. He smiled, kissed her neck, and bit her gently. She raised her hands, holding her head, a gesture of surrender. She saw his penis, which was hissing in front of her, and bit her lip.

He slowly moved his right hand down to her navel, slipping a finger inside her panty, greeting the flower in her thorny garden.

"Iss..." she hissed. Unable to control her lust, she grabbed his cock with her left hand and squeezed it.



"Ah... Miss, do you still not know what we are?" he said, his voice strained. He put his hand on her back, grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck, bent her head, and licked her right cheek.

"I'm your teacher."

"I'm your student."

"Ooh..."

Kissing her cheek, he whispered, "Miss, I want to learn."

"You're not innocent. What is there to teach you? How do you know all this?" As his finger moved inside her panty, her thighs bent, and she turned and kissed him.

"Miss, I've only just started to learn all this."

"You don't need to be learning things like this right now. You said you would also stop watching porn."

"Miss, I learned all that so I could be with you like this, and so I could do whatever you ask for."

"Ooh..."

He ran his hands over her trembling thighs. To stop the numbness, she squeezed and held his neck. He lightly stroked the wet patch of her panty with his middle finger. "Miss, like this, or should I go inside?"

"Mm... a little higher,... just put your one finger on it... and curl the rest."

His fingers curled inside her panty. "Yes, Miss."

"A little higher... do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss..."

The next moment, Geetha's body felt light. She closed her eyes and sobbed, "Ahhhhhh..."

"Miss, are you okay?"

Holding her breath, she nodded. He licked the lips of her mouth, and below, he drew Telugu alphabets on her vertical lips. Her pronunciation of them became "A(అ)...Aa(ఆ)..." in moans.



Without her own will, she started caressing his hard hot meat. 

"Ummm... Miss, you said you were going to take a bath."

"Ah... you don't listen,... you're not a kid at all. Iss... don't go up and down, go sideways."

"I think it would be better if I took panty off, Miss."

"Oh, no, don't stop now. Just keep doing it."

"But Miss, it's getting sticky..." He brought his hand up to his mouth and licked it. Seeing him taste her juices, she didn't feel disgusted. Instead, his affection made her body tingle. She put her hand down and rubbed it on her wet panty. With his hand and the saliva on it, he covered her left boob.

"Mmmm... why do you do that?"

"What?"

"You put your finger in your mouth."

"I liked it. The scent near your pussy is good. Your taste was a little sweet, a little salty."

"That's dirty."

Bending and stroking her boob, he said, "If it's so dirty, why did you put mine in your mouth?"

"You asked, didn't you?"

"You liked it, right?"

"Ooh..."

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed her into his lap, and looked into her eyes. Cupping her breasts like they were palakova, he said, "Miss, I feel like eating mangoes."

Biting her lip, she whispered lustfully: "Eat..."

"Miss, not on your lips, I want to pour the juice here and eat it..." As he said this, he stroked and pinched her nipple.

"Mmmm... you can do whatever you want puppy... Don't ask me for anything today."

He kissed her nose. "What if I do it without asking? Will you get angry?"

"When you tell me what you're going to do, I want it more.”

"Then I'll pour it on your waist too." She started squeezing and moving his large cock.

"It's not good to do it just anywhere."

"Miss, do you want it?" 

As he squeezed her boob, her desire swelled. "Ohh..."

"Miss, do you know how many dreams I have... When I'm with you like this, I get crazy thoughts about doing this and that."

His cock was leaking oily precum, and as it stuck to her fingerprints, she squeezed his penis with her fingers and rubbed the oil on the nerves. "Ooh..."

"I once thought of smearing chocolate on your boobs and licking it. Today, I feel like pouring mango juice."

"Uh-uh, don't say things like that."

"Then what should I say? Well, should I ask you for something?"

Eager to know what he would ask, she put her finger in the edge of her panty. With his right hand, he squeezed his own erect penis, and with his left, he stroked the inside of her thighs, which created a tingling sensation. She waited in silence.

"Isn't it better to do something with the mouth than with the hand, Miss?"

His hands were measuring her boob, and her hands were measuring his cock. She didn't understand what he was referring to.

"How do you want it?"

"Then will you agree to do it the way I want, Miss?"

"Ooh... what did you do the other day..." she answered, writhing with desire.

"Then let's not take a bath now, Miss..."

"Why?" She looked down and scratched the tip of his penis with her thumb. The play of her finger made him tremble.

He closed his eyes with difficulty. "Shhh... Miss, don't do that. I'll cum..."

"Didn't I tell you not to say no to what I do?"

"Yes..."

A single desire arose in Geetha. Gautham would seem small. The one who wouldn't listen to her husband, why should she listen to Bharat now? She took his hand and placed it on her wet panty. As the wetness touched his fingers, he was intoxicated. He pressed his index finger on the wet line in the middle of her panty and scratched it.

"Ahhh..." she moaned.

Knowing that it was difficult to stand, he took Geetha and made her sit on the bed. He bent down and kissed her lips. As she twisted her fingers in his hair and lustfully let him suck her lips, she asked, "did Chandu ask about us?"

"Mm... I told her."

"You shouldn't have told her."

Looking into her eyes, he said, "Miss, it's nothing. We can trust Chandu."

"What's this? Until the other day, you didn't care about her much. Did you fall for her just by seeing her once?"

"You can think whatever you want..." He kissed her neck. "She's nothing compared to your beauty." And then he bit her.

"Ahhh... you're doing everything just by saying that."

"Did I ever do anything without your consent?" Immediately, her hands found his length. Feeling the masculinity in her grip, she kissed his neck.

"Mmm... Miss, Gautham Sir's is small, right?" She was slightly surprised, wondering if he had guessed or seen it.

"Don't ask about all that."

"Excuse me, Miss... I read it in a story. In it, the lady's husband had a small one, and she was attracted to a student and had sex with him because his was long."

When she heard "teacher has sex with a student," a mini-storm coursed through her body. "Ooh..." She didn't know how to respond.

"Miss, remember that one time I didn't come for tuition when Gautham Sir was there?"

"Yes, I remember."

"I came, Miss. You and Gautham Sir were in the hall, and he had his pants off and you were holding it and stroking it. I saw that from the window and stopped. I didn't knock on the door because I didn't want to disturb you. That's when I saw you licking it." 

Bharat had hidden this from her all this time. Does that mean his desires grew even more after he saw that?

"Hey, that's wrong."

"Yeah, I didn't know what to do then. I saw you. As you were pulling your saree down, I felt like someone was coming, so I closed the window and left."

Although she was surprised, she also admired his honesty. "It's okay, ra."

"Miss, since that day, I've wanted you to hold mine."

"Ooh..." She pushed her waist forward slightly, and his penis started moving in her hand in front of her breasts.

"Miss, hold mine in your mouth again." She looked down at his dick in her hand. The glistening nerves were visible, and desire was being pulled out.

"Miss, give me a kiss."

‘How can I not give you one... When I want to give it to you without shame, can I say no?’

She bent down and gave a little kiss to the base of his penis, which was standing like a soldier. His nerves tingled, and he whispered, "Ahhh..." in a numb stupor. Geetha lifted her eyes and met his gaze. He bent down and kissed her lips.

"Miss, is it not dirty now...?" She nodded with a gentle smile.

Licking her earring, he said, "Miss, in the story about Jaya Teacher, the boy Mani watches her pee and licks the pussy after pissing."

"Eww, that's disgusting..." she said, her face twisted in disgust.

"Miss, please understand, I'm saying I'm even ready to do that if it gives you pleasure."

"Eww, why would you do that? You're my puppy. I won't let you do such things... (she kissed his lips) Don't talk dirty."

"Then should I do sweet things?"

"Like what would you do?"

"I have an idea. Should I tell you?"

"No."

"Why not?" 

She grabbed his hands, pulled him onto the bed, and hugged him.

"Uh-uh, no, you'll do something... " she said, placing his right hand on her panty.

Understanding, he smiled and lightly scratched the wet patch.

"Ahhh..."

"Miss, you're treating me like a little boy and using me."

Bending and squeezing his throat, she said, "You're my puppy. If you want biscuits, you have to do as I say."

"Miss, let's go to the hall."

"No." He took his hand off. She held it and stopped him. "Hey, I didn't tell you to take your hand away."

"Come with me." He quickly got up, took her hand, went to the living room, cleared the dining table, made her sit on it, and went between her thighs, pressing his penis against her panty.

Geetha's body felt light, and she hugged him tightly. Kissing her neck, he said, "Miss, lie down."

She looked back in surprise. "Lie down, Miss..."

"Why?"

"Miss, now I'm going to eat mangoes."

Geetha moved forward, kissed his face, "Not now..." She wrapped his arms around her waist. "Bharat..."

"Tell me, Miss..." he said, kissing her cheek.

"After the mangoes... will you do that, please..." 

The nakedness of her words was a relief. 

Why should the shame that didn't reach her eyes, reach her heart? Why should she hide her desire?

They both looked into each other's eyes intensely. Rubbing his nose against hers, he said, "What should I do?"

Stuttering from the warmth of his hands around her waist, she kissed his cheek. "The one you did the other day?" Those words were the cheeky intimacy he craved. The opportunity for a playful teasing of Geetha.

"The one I did the other day... What was that, Miss?"

The fire in her thighs heated her whole body, and she gave him another sweet kiss on the lips. In a weak voice, she said, "There... will you kiss there?"

"Where, Miss?"

"There..."

"Where...?"

"Puppy, please, you... You understand me." He ran his hand over her waist and slightly squeezed her right boob.

"Sssss..."

"This? Should I kiss this?" She slapped his cheek, charmed by his playfulness.

"Down..."

"Navel?"

"Uh-uh..."

[Haran000]

Geetha's neck and nape were damp with a sweat born of desire. Bharat leaned in, his tongue tracing a path up her neck, and whispered, “Miss, I want to lick all of you.” He pressed his hips against her thighs. A soft, sensual "Ah..." escaped Geetha’s lips as she affectionately trapped his hips between her thighs, holding him in a loving bind. She rubbed against him, her womanhood brushing against his stiff masculinity, a silent knocking at the door of her pristine, cotton-like purity.

‘What are you doing? No... don't do that, Bharat...’ 

But his rigid member, rubbing against her thin panties, where her hidden womanly flower yearned, was a truth she couldn't deny. Her body craved more than just flirtation; it craved what came after. With the supple grace of a silk crab, she embraced him, pulling him onto her lap, and sensually kissed his neck and shoulders.

As he licked her neck, Bharat whispered, “Mmm... Miss, you are so soft.” His right hand found its way down, cupping and kneading her soft cotton curves. “Mmmmm...” Geetha moaned, her womanhood already surrendering to his touch, a rhythmic pulsation of desire.

“Miss, tell me, should I kiss your navel?” he asked.

“Stop acting... please puppy...” she replied, pressing into his back.

“Shh... Miss, ask me properly. I'll do it... You're not aski...”

Mid-sentence, he noticed the shift in her. Geetha's desire had taken over, overriding her words. She had come too far to hold back. As she rubbed against him and he played with her boobs, her craving had no chance of subsiding. Suddenly, she broke free from his embrace, shedding her shyness. She grabbed his neck, pulling his face down and burying it in the valley of her thighs.

“You're talking too much. Shut up...” she commanded.

Her teacher’s command was his pleasure. He moved her panties aside and kissed the wet tip of her flower with his wet tongue. 

Geetha clutched his hair, her feet resting on the table as a fierce "Ah..." escaped her lips. 

He moved his head silently, back and forth, up and down, between her thighs. 

She pressed her left hand onto the table, kneading his hair with her right. Biting her lip, she let out a sweet, melodic moan.

“Hah... This is why I called you, ra... Why would you stop?” she whispered.

He didn't answer, intoxicated by the fragrance of her flower. He kneaded her boob and began to lick her petals.

“Mmmmm Mmmmm...” he slurped.

“Ah ah, lick the top of it...” she urged.

The next moment, a sharp cry, “Aaah... oh...” jolted from her, as if he had bitten her. 

The evening light from the window made her forehead gleam with sweat, while the heat of his saliva between her thighs intensified her wetness. 

He spread her thighs further, kissing her left labia before beginning to suck.

“Ah mm...” she moaned, lifting her hips and grabbing his hair.

“Mmmmm... Miss, your voice is beautiful when you do that,” he murmured, licking her vulva and pressing his lips against her clitoris.

“Shh... Aah...” she breathed. His saliva glistened on her pubic hair. He licked the outer lips of her vagina, kissed the skin of her urinary opening, and then licked the mound above. 

Geetha slumped onto the table, a deep “Mmmmm...” rumbling from within her.

He opened his mouth over her clitoris, moving his tongue. The sensation, combined with the touch of his lips, made her blood vessels swell with desire, sending waves of lust through her. Her whole body trembled. She pulled her thighs together and, with a strained voice, grabbed his head, curling to the side. Gasping for breath, she shook her thighs and covered his face with her legs.

He slurped her nectar, then kissed her, moving up to her navel. In a state of bliss, Geetha caressed his head, delighting in the moment. Playfully, she motioned for him to come up.
He got on the table and lay beside her. Their thighs intertwined, his pubic hair brushing against hers, a gentle intoxication taking hold. And then, a small fright, not so small after all, set in.

 ‘Was he doing this on purpose? 

What if he connect the two inches below?’

“Miss, even mangoes wouldn't be this tasty,” he said, kissing her just beside her heart.

She pressed his head against her breasts and giggled softly. In the middle of the house, on the dining table, both of them were naked and entwined. As she rubbed her buttery cheeks against his, he smeared his face with hers, murmuring, “Miss.....”

“Bharat, why did you provoke me?” she asked.

“Miss, what did I do? You should have stopped. I want to eat mangoes,” he said playfully.

“You shouldn't have done that...”

“What?”

“That... Don't you know what you did?”

He moved a little closer, the tip of his member nudging her navel. Their eyes met. “Miss, I don't understand what you're saying,” he said.

When he had rubbed his member against her wet panties, she couldn't control her desire. Now, she was flustered, unable to tell him directly.

“It's nothing, just let it go,” she said.

“Okay... Miss, I'll tell you something, just stay like this. Don't stop me.”

“Why?”

He got off the table, his erect member yearning for her touch. He took both of her hands and made her sit up. Looking into her eyes, he said, “Now, your puppy will do a new kind of romance.”

“What else will you do? You silly boy, I never thought I would be with you like this. You made me ask for it.”

“You didn't ask at all, you just pulled me in. Did you like it that much?”

“Mmm...” she hummed in a dazed, melodic tone.

He leaned in and kissed her lips. As she tasted her own nectary flavor on his lips, she felt intoxicated. She moved herself forward, letting his member touch her navel. She wanted it. She wanted to see her secret lover's romantic and daring escapades. She craved to satiate her desire, to calm her restlessness, to surrender her shyness. Her heart said no to these mistakes, her body said no to these boundaries, but for a single moment, she yearned to watch him. She was anxious, her thoughts filled with anticipation as she moved forward, ready to surrender.

When her honey-filled vagina and her navel touched his hot, knife, both of them froze. The waves of desire within their bodies surged and ignited. Suddenly, with a sharp “Hah...”, he fiercely bit her neck.

“Mmmmm...” she moaned.

He lifted his legs and rubbed his penis up and down on her lower abdomen, below the navel, his testicles brushing against her labia. He was confused. 

Was this happening without her consent, or was it a gradual action brought on by intoxication?

 He wasn’t brave enough. He couldn't stand the thought of being away from her for even a moment. 

One wrong step could bind their relationship with a rift.

With his left hand, he kneaded her buttocks and leaned his weight further onto her womanhood. Geetha's mind warned her. Her heart fluttered in panic, and she backed away. He stopped, silently telling himself he wouldn’t do anything without her consent.

In the silent heat of their breaths, and the playfulness of their intoxicated hair, something was interrupted. She realized something. Bharat's desire and her fear were becoming a chasm. Her curtains of shyness were fluttering in his playful flirtation, revealing the veiled beauty of her desire. With her right hand, she began to play with his inner thighs. The heat of his measurements caused shivers to run up her fingers.

However, the thought he had had from the beginning made him step away. He turned back and walked towards the mangoes on the tea table by the sofa.

{Shiva’s words echoed in her mind: “Geetha, if you don't want to, then tell me, why did you kiss me yourself? You came close to me; will you deny it? Listen to me, Geetha, a single time won't bring down the world. No one will know. All this is normal these days. How much you want it is evident in the way your hands held me when you kissed me. 

Move away, Shiva, I have to go. 

Accept it, Geetha. On nights when Gautam is not here, the companionship you need, your lonely cravings, are just one acceptance away.”}

She tilted her head back, naked in the middle of the dining table, and closed her eyes.

‘Am I doing something wrong, 

or am I thinking it's inevitable? 

Was Shiva right? Is this what Bharat wants? 

I can't stop myself. Gautam... darling... I miss you... 

I can't wait for four more days.’

There was no shame. No hesitation. She had let something go. And given up something else. She smiled to herself, curled up, and waited for Bharat to come closer.

[Haran000]

You can take a break here

[Haran000]

Geeta, unclothed, sat on the dining table in the heart of the room, her warm, moist thighs folded beneath her. 

Her gaze was fixed on Bharat's back, six feet away, a silent assessment of his youthful strength. He was her student, but the usual lines of their relationship had blurred minutes ago, replaced by a charged, flirtatious tension. She waited for her young lover, to bring the mangoes that would fulfill his desire. With her fingers, she twirled the sweat-drenched strands of hair that clung to her deep-set eyes.

When Bharat turned, two ripe mangoes in his hands, Geeta's gaze imprinted his masculinity. Her body tingled, and a quiet, shy jingling seemed to echo from her ankles as she saw his erect penis. It is jiggling as Bharath stepping closer.

"Miss, have a seat," he said, his voice soft as he drew closer.

She folded her knees and settled back onto the table, astonished at her own brazenness. Her body quivered with each step he took, a reaction that made her laugh to herself in disbelief.

He silently offered her a mango with a gentle smile. She took it, biting into the flesh. As the yellow pulpy blood  released from the skin, staining her lips, he leaned in. 

His kiss was quick, a taste of the fruit and her mouth, a blend of sweet juice and her own essence.

Geeta remained still, accepting this new reality, the mingling of fruit juice and his saliva.

"Miss, the mango is very tasty, isn't it?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he licked his lips.

"Hmm," she replied tenderly, a soft murmur of agreement for her young lover's words.

He bit into his own mango, a slurping sound filling the silence. She took another bite, eating in tandem with him.

"They're good, aren't they? By the way, what are your favorite fruits?" he asked.

"Apples, gbangs, mangoes..."

Without a moment's hesitation, his saliva-covered finger touched her right boob. "I like mangoes," he said. She slapped his hand away, a small, playful rebellion.

He laughed and climbed onto the table, sitting to her right, legs dangling as he ate. They both tore into their mangoes, chewing the pulp and slurping the juice. She looked up at him, watching him eat with relish, licking the juice from the corners of her own lips. He turned his head and caught her watching. A flush of shyness washed over her, and she returned to her mango in silence.

"Miss..." he called softly.

Another kiss landed on her lips as soon as she met his gaze. He sucked on her lips, drawing the mango's sweetness into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her thigh as it slipped. The mango juice, now on his lips, was applied to her milky neck, his tongue following to lick her throat.

Geeta closed her eyes, a soft, uncomfortable "Mmmm" escaping her lips. He bit her neck gently, applying the saliva-mixed juice with his tongue.

"Uh-uh, no... what is this madness?" she said.

"You wouldn't understand, Miss... I want to eat your beauty..." he murmured, his grip tightening as he continued to lick, bite, and kiss her neck.

This new sensation, this mad freedom, heightened her curiosity and passion. 

She took the hand holding her and brought it to her eyes, stopping him. When he released his grip, a piece of the mango she'd been holding fell. It bumped against her breast, tiny specks of juice coating her red gbang nipple. It slid down the slope of her breast, rolled over the milky, cloud field, and fell onto the table before dropping to the floor.

As her pupils followed the small, juicy orb's journey, Bharat whispered in her ear, "I'll wipe it, Miss..." He tried to clean her nipple with his right hand, only to smear more juice on it.

A tingling sensation ran through her from the friction of his fingers. "Uh... don't do it on purpose, you rascal," she said affectionately.

He took the mango from her hand and began to rub it on her body, like a bar of sandalwood soap.

"Isssss... you crazy boy!" she exclaimed, closing her eyes and biting her lip.

"This is what happens when I apply it on purpose, Miss..." he said, letting go of her thigh and rubbing the foamy, juicy pulp from his fingers on her left boob.

She kissed his neck, her nose inhaling his scent, squeezing his shoulders as a soft moan escaped her lips.

"Sorry, Miss. I tried to wipe it, but it just got more on you," he said.

She playfully slapped his hand.

"Miss, if I apply it to one and not the other, the other will feel bad," he teased.

"Uh-uh... no more of these crazy things."

"Miss, don't say no."

She kissed his chin. "I'm not saying no, but..."

He held her face in his hands, looking directly into her eyes. "Miss, no 'buts.' Why are you still shy? It's good that we are like this, isn't it?"

"Uh... I have never been like this with my husband. I want to be like this with you."

"Miss, I don't know if I'll come tomorrow or the day after... What do I tell my mom every time I come here? I don't want any problems between us. Who knows if we'll be like this when I go to Canada."

"Let's be like this after you come back from Canada. Bharat, you're my puppy. Gautam Sir wouldn't do this. You have to do it."

"I'll do it, Miss."

Her fingers rubbed his chest and slid down, taking his erection into her hand. He shivered slightly, a soft "Ahh..." escaping his lips. They stared at each other, their eyes filled with lust, then leaned forward to kiss each other's necks.

"Miss, can I ask you something? Don't get angry," he asked.

"Ask..."

"Well... um..."

The mango juice on his penis felt like a paste as she stroked it with her finger.

"Ask, you rascal..." she urged.

"Miss, don't take it the wrong way. They say women prefer a big one to a small one, is that true?"

The question made her feel uneasy. Her husband would seem small next to him. She wanted to know what he meant.

"Why did you ask that?"

"I mean, people just say that, right?"

"Hmm..."

"Miss, is mine big?"

"Hey, why are you asking that?"

"Tell me, Miss..."

"Hmm, it is..." she said, squeezing him.

"Mmm..."

"I already told you yours is long. My single hand is not enough."

He leaned over and kissed the side of her heart, a soft "Umm..." escaping his lips. He began to lick her tingling, gbang-like nipples in a circular motion.

She squeezed the back of his head with her left hand, applying mango juice to his hair, holding him close. He began to suck on her nipple, his lips drawing her in.
"Sss... hah... don't suck."

"Please... Umm... Miss... I want to suck. I'm crazy about your boobs. Umm."

He squeezed her bulging breast, stuffing it into his mouth and sucking.

"Aah..."

She thrashed a little, holding his head and shoulders with both hands. He rotated his tongue in a circle, slurping the mango juice from her boob. 

Geeta felt a tingling numbness, moving closer into his lap, her thigh on his, her private part touching his soft thighs.

Overwhelmed, Bharat wanted more. He sat her down on his lap.

"I'll cover your whole body with kisses," he said, licking her neck.

"Uh, do it," she said, eyes closed, melting under his wet kisses.

"Should I bring another mango?"

"Why?"

"I want to eat another one."

"No, you rascal, you're ruining everything. It'll fall on the table."

"I'll clean the table later."

"Crazy boy!"

"Move over."

She moved aside, and he went and brought the bag of mangoes, put it on a chair, and then sat back on the table with a mischievous smile, pulling Geeta back into his lap.

‘Whatever he does, I like it. 

He has created something new in me. 

His madness is getting to me.’

She climbed onto his knees and laid her thighs down. With her left hand, she took his penis and stroked it.

"Miss, will you suck it?" he asked.

Smiling shyly, she stroked the edge of his penis with her fingertips. "Uh," she mumbled.

"Wait..."

"It's your wish..." she said, pulling the foreskin down and wetting her lips as she looked at the shiny red glans.

He leaned in, kissing her upper lip, taking it into his mouth. She sucked on his lower lip.
"Where did you learn to tease like this?" she asked.

"From you..."

When he squeezed her waist, she squeezed his chin and kissed him again. Her soft, milky thighs were intertwined with his firm, dusky, chocolate body. Her golden body boiled with passion, her dark, smoky hair falling over her face. Her milky boobs rubbed against his chest's small hairs, and his shiny red penis was piercing her jasmine cloud navel. Not even air could get between them, and they were both out of breath, as if suffocating.

"Miss, this might sound strange, but I want to apply this mango on your waist, neck, boobs, thighs, and lips and lick it all off," he said.

She could never refuse Bharat's crazy desires. She was speechless with a familiar shyness. "Uh..."

As he rubbed the jasmine cloud fold under her back with his fingers, he asked, "So, you agree?"

"Do whatever you want. Don't ask me anything."

She stroked his penis with her fingertips and kissed his chest. He smelled her hair and licked her earlobe. "Ahh, Miss..." he said, slightly parting her thighs.

She kissed his chest, listening to the sound of his heart, and laughed to herself. She leaned further down, looking at the length in her hand that was burning between her thighs, and her lips filled with the commotion of desire in her body.

He was a little surprised and a little understanding of Geeta's path. He leaned his elbows back and made way for her. She pressed her wet, rose lips against his stomach and leaned further down, resting her boobs on the sides of his waist. She paused with hesitation before kissing the throbbing, blood-red mushroom, letting out a warm breath on it.

She couldn't believe herself. Was she really doing this, commanding him without him even asking? 

He brushed the hair falling over her neck back. She turned her neck, looking at him lustfully. With a small smile, he pointed to his thighs.

She began to move her hand up and down on his dick, the mango juice stuck to it like a paste. Every time her two clay bangles made a sound as she went down, they hit his testicles and the friction made his sack tingle.

"Miss..." he called, closing his eyes.

"Mmm..."

He twisted his face without making a sound. Understanding his state, she covered the head of his cock with her lips like a rose curtain and kissed it.

"Aah..." he said, his thighs trembling.

Without stopping, she swallowed the edges of his penis with her saliva. Immediately, with his left hand, he held her mangalsutra hidden in her hair and squeezed her neck.
"Ugh... Miss."

Geeta pressed her left hand on the table and, with her right, stroked the bottom half of his penis. She swallowed and released the top half, moving up and down. Her saliva washed the mango juice like a bath, running down the nerve under his penis, dripping from the plate of his glans, and falling onto the table and then the floor.

Before her lips separated, she swallowed again.

Bharat bent his right leg, put his foot on the edge of the table, and, in a trance of lust, pushed his hips upwards, pushing another inch into her mouth. 

She adjusted herself and accepted his action. She pressed her lips and began to suck her young lover's length.

The sound of her saliva bubbles became a pleasure to their ears. He watched his teacher's hair bob up and down near his waist, filling his eyes with pleasure.

Geeta rose for a moment and took a breath, swallowing her saliva. It was then that Bharat realized that his enthusiasm would wane if he climaxed. His desire was to savor her beauty in this heated state.

He sat up, held her face, lifted it, and kissed her lips.

In a dazed voice, she asked weakly, "Did you like it?"

"Your lips have drugs, Miss..." he said, kissing her again and letting go.

Overwhelmed and enchanted by his words, she began to go down again. He held her neck and stopped her.

"Wait... not now..."

"Why?"

"Wait for a little while..."

"Puppy, why are you stopping me? Let me do it..."

"Miss, wait for a little while. Then it's your wish."

"We have the whole night. Do whatever you want..."

"Yes, we have the whole night. After a while, you can do whatever you want, Miss."

They hugged and kissed each other's lips.

"Miss, stand on the table. Let's get crazy."

"Meaning?"

"I'll tell you. Stand up."

She stood up and held her thighs in front of Bharat's face. He looked at the lotus flower and the petals surrounding it, laughed, and kissed her belly button. 

She put her hand on his head and squeezed it.

"You have no shame, Geeta."

"You did this, you dirty fellow."

He laughed. She lifted her leg and gently kicked his chest. He took her foot and licked her big toe like a slave for her beauty.

"Hey, let go, I might fall."

He let go.

"Stay like that..." he said, taking a mango. He also stood up, peeled the skin, and, looking directly into her eyes, poured the juice over her forehead like sandalwood paste.

"What are you doing?”

"I'll tell you..."

He took another mango and squeezed it... a third... a fourth... a fifth...

The sweet juice of the mango, like a shower from the starry sky, separated into two streams at the bridge of her nose, wetting her hibiscus cheeks. It painted her lips yellow, stuck to the edge of her chin like sandalwood, joined at her throat, and cascaded down her chest like a waterfall. It merged with the rivers of her sweat, crossed the valley of her icy milk mounds, and spread over the snowy plain, filling her sugar well. It greeted her plump under navel, made the small petals of her lotus tingle, and adorned the doors of her moist, honey-filled cave. It flowed with the speed of her shivers, made her milky thighs numb, jumped over the walls of her knees, fell on the table, and slid to the floor.

[Haran000]

 


Bharath stood behind Geetha, two juicy mangoes clutched in his hands. The air was thick with the scent of ripe fruit and the faint trace of soap as he gently rubbed it across her back. Geetha’s eyes fluttered shut, her hands rising to shield her face in a shy gesture, her body still under his touch.

“What is this madness you’re up to?” she murmured, her voice a mix of amusement and embarrassment.

Bharath didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned forward, his tongue grazing the juice that had dripped onto her forehead. His lips descended, finding her waist, where the mango pulp had smeared across her skin. He pressed his mouth to her, tasting the sweet, sticky essence with deliberate care.

“I told you, not a word,” he said softly, his voice low and reverent. “This is my anointing of my goddess.”

Geetha’s cheeks flushed. “Oh, stop it! I’m no goddess. Who anoints like this? Stop…” Her protest was half-hearted, her tone wavering between exasperation and a reluctant thrill.

“Uh-uh, I won’t stop,” Bharath teased, his hands sliding lower, tracing her curves where the fruit juice had left its mark. His fingers pressed into her soft, plump form, savoring the feel of her beneath his touch. Geetha gasped, her movement jostling the table, her body swaying as she let out a playful, “Eww… you dog!”

Bharath’s lips found her shoulders, his tongue lapping at the mango essence that clung to her skin. “Ummm,” he hummed, “your body is so sweet.”

“Hey, you idiot, stop!” Geetha protested, though her voice betrayed a tremor of delight. “You’re making my whole body sticky.”

“It’s fine, miss,” he replied with a grin, “I’m cleaning it, aren’t I?” His mouth moved lower, gliding over her arms, which seemed to him like delicate sculptures carved from milk fudge. 

Each lick sent a shiver through Geetha’s frame, her skin tingling with a strange, weightless sensation. Every kiss burned, igniting a warmth that spread through her core.

Bharath’s tongue traced upward, lingering as he pressed it against her right nipple, cleaning away a stray smear of mango pulp. Geetha let out a soft, involuntary, “Ahh…” Her body arched instinctively, offering herself to his touch as desire hummed low in her throat.

“My favorite things about my goddess,” Bharath murmured, his voice thick with adoration.

Geetha swatted his cheek lightly, her shyness resurfacing. “Stop with those words,” she chided, though her tone lacked conviction.

His lips curved into a smile against her soft boob, tasting the juice that clung to the edges of his lips. 

Geetha’s resistance faltered, her fingers tightening in his hair as she swayed, her body responding to each kiss like a bell ringing softly in the quiet. 

Bharath’s tongue caressed her bust, savoring the mingling of mango and her skin, before his lips traveled downward. He bit gently at her creamy navel, sucking as if drawing nectar from jasmine blooms. 

The sensation sent waves of desire crashing through Geetha, her body trembling as she pressed his face closer, urging him on.

“Mmm… hurry up, please,” she whispered, her voice unsteady. “It feels… weird.”

“Am I bothering you, miss?” Bharath asked, his tone teasing yet tender.

“Of course you are,” she shot back, though her words carried no real bite, “with you and your crazy acts.”

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, though the mischief in his eyes suggested otherwise.

“Hmm,” Geetha replied, her voice a quiet surrender to the moment, her body caught in the dance of his touch and the strange, intoxicating warmth that enveloped her.


Geetha’s eyes remained tightly shut, her breath shallow, as fear and anticipation wrestled within her. She couldn’t bring herself to look, afraid of what she might feel witnessing Bharath’s tongue tracing an affectionate path across her skin. 

His lips began their descent, moving from the curve of her waist to the soft expanse of her thighs. He paused at her calves, where the sticky remnants of a mango pit had left their mark, and licked them with deliberate care before grazing his teeth against her skin.

“Sss… Don’t bite,” Geetha whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of protest and surrender.

“I have to, miss,” Bharath replied, his tone low and teasing, a playful edge cutting through the heat of the moment.

He continued, undeterred, his tongue gliding to the tender hollows beneath her buttocks, igniting sensations she hadn’t known existed. The sheer audacity of it all overwhelmed her—no one could have imagined such reckless abandon. Each kiss drew a new response from her, her body yielding to the pleasure that coursed through her, pulling her deeper into the moment. Bharath’s teeth grazed her buttocks, treating them like warm, freshly baked bread, and she instinctively reached back, her hand fumbling to stop him.

“Ah, no…” she gasped, her voice barely audible.

“Kaa… n… umm… Abba,” Bharath murmured, his words muffled against her skin as he squeezed her curves, his lips racing along the base of her spine. He rose, pressing himself against her, his hardness nestling between her ass plumps, hidden in the warmth of her body.

Geetha twisted, her hands finding his head, pulling him closer as his tongue found the sensitive spot below her ear. His embrace enveloped her, and the heat of him pressed against her, sparking a fire that spread to the delicate folds between her thighs. She turned her neck, still refusing to open her eyes. “Hey, that’s enough,” she said, her voice a fragile plea.

“What, miss… I still want more,” Bharath teased, his fingers tracing patterns in the sticky juice on her waist before his lips found her neck again.

“Hmm… enough… I’m going to take a bath,” Geetha insisted, her resolve wavering.

“I’m giving you a bath, aren’t I?” he said with a grin, his hand brushing her navel, slick with his saliva.

“That’s what I said… enough,” she repeated, firmer this time, though her body betrayed her words.

In his arms, she turned, finally meeting his gaze, her eyes soft with affection. Bharath’s intensity mirrored her own. “Seeing you, I feel crazy and want to do so much more,” he confessed, his voice raw with desire.

“You idiot… what else will you do?” Geetha asked, a playful challenge in her tone.

“That’s what I’m thinking about…” Bharath said, a mischievous smile curling his lips.

“You seem to be planning to spend the whole night like this,” she teased, though her heart raced at the thought.

“Why just one night, miss? I want to spend days and months,” he said, his words weaving a spell that held her captive.

Geetha’s breath caught. His words always had a way of unraveling her. “That won’t happen…” she murmured, stepping back, her voice tinged with both longing and restraint.

The air between them shifted as they stood, two naked figures in the quiet room, their closeness a silent confession. Her right hand found his dick stroking, her bangles jingling softly as she played with the hardness before her. Bharath leaned in, kissing her neck, gently moving aside her mangalsutra. His hand cupped her boob, squeezing it with a tenderness that felt both possessive and reverent.

Geetha bit her lip, intoxicated, the rhythm of her bangles quickening. 

“Miss, slowly, i may leak…” Bharath whispered, his voice thick with awe.

“How did you hold it in for so long?” she asked, her words barely above a whisper.

“I don’t know, miss…” he admitted, his vulnerability disarming her.

“Goutham…” she began, then stopped, the name of her husband hanging heavy in the air. She wanted to speak, to confess the storm within her, but the words felt forbidden. Her body craved Bharath’s strength, yet the weight of her reality—her marriage, her shame—kept her silent.

“Miss, tell me, it’s okay,” Bharath urged, his voice gentle but insistent.

“Nothing…” she said, her tone heavy with unspoken sorrow.

He cupped her cheeks, lifting her face to meet his gaze. “Tell me, miss… tell me everything. Now, let’s not hide anything between us, please…”

They both understood the fragility of their bond, a connection born from unspoken weaknesses. 

The raw truth lingered between them: if a married woman desired another man, the fault often lay with the husband. 

Bharath searched her silence for answers, his eyes tracing the contours of her averted gaze.

“Miss… do you like it better with me than with Goutham sir?” he asked, the question slicing through the air like a quick blade.

Geetha’s turmoil erupted into impatience. Unable to bear the weight of his words, she slapped his cheek, the sound sharp in the quiet room. But Bharath didn’t flinch. His grip on her waist tightened, his eyes locking onto hers, demanding truth.

“Miss, tell me,” he pressed.

“It’s none of your business,” she snapped, her voice trembling with defiance.

“Then why did you want to say it?” he countered, his tone soft but unrelenting.

“No, Bharath, don’t ask,” she pleaded, her resolve crumbling.

He pulled her into his arms, silencing her hesitation, his embrace a sanctuary for their forbidden feelings. Kissing the back of her neck, he whispered, “Miss, even after I leave for college, no matter how old I get, whenever you feel you need me, call me, and I’ll come. When Goutham sir is not around, I will romance you. I will listen to your moans as I kiss you, as I hold you.”

“Hmm… shut up,” she murmured, her voice caught between protest and surrender.

“Then what will you do?” he teased.

“What should I do?” she replied, her words a quiet challenge.

Bharath hesitated, a question lingering on his lips, one he lacked the courage to ask outright. 

Why, with all that had passed between them, did this one act feel so different? 

“You can give me your lips, can’t you?” he finally asked, his voice softer now.

Geetha looked down, a shy smile breaking through her blush. “Uh-huh,” she murmured.

He squeezed her closer, his hands firm on her waist, his hardness pressing against her navel, drawing a quiet surrender from her. She kissed his bicep, her lips lingering on his skin. “I will, let go…” she whispered.

As his grip loosened, Geetha slid downward, her kisses trailing across his chest. She knelt, her hand encircling him, her eyes lifting to meet his. 

Bharath bent down, caressing her cheek, his lips brushing her forehead. “Miss, lick it,” he said, his voice a low command.

Biting her lip, she teased, “You’re corrupting me too, you dirty fellow.”

He kissed her lips, a slow, deliberate claim. “Let’s get dirty, miss,” he said, standing tall, his hips tilting forward.

Geetha’s tongue darted out, tasting the lingering sweetness of mango juice on him, treating it like a forbidden treat. 

Bharath’s breath hitched. “Ahh… more…” he urged.

She complied, her tongue tracing a slow path, drawing a shudder from him. “Hush… miss, from the bottom to the top…” he guided, his voice thick with need.

“Mmm…” Geetha responded, lost in the moment, their boundaries dissolving in the heat of their shared rebellion.

Her senses were overwhelmed, intoxicated by the primal allure that radiated from him. A soft, shameless sigh escaped her lips as she leaned closer, her tongue brushing against the taut, heated flesh. She traced a slow, deliberate path from base to tip, leaving a glistening trail of saliva in its wake.

Bharath let out a low, guttural moan, his voice a ragged whisper. “Abba… h… Mmm…”



Geetha’s small lips parted, struggling to accommodate his size as she took him in, the pulsing veins grazing the edges of her mouth. The act was both foreign and thrilling, her cheeks straining as she surrendered to the moment. The wet, rhythmic sounds of her efforts filled the air—slurp, slurp, slurp—her saliva bathing him in a frothy sheen. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the act, her passion overriding her hesitation as she devoted herself to her student’s pleasure.



“Ssss… A little more, miss, hah…” Bharath’s voice was a plea, laced with urgency.

Geetha tried to push further, but his size overwhelmed her, stealing her breath and silencing her voice. She gasped, pulling back to exhale, the intoxicating scent flooding her senses once more. 

Bharath’s hand found her hair, his fingers weaving gently through the strands as he bent down to kiss her, his lips tender against hers. “It’s okay, miss,” he murmured, his voice soft with reassurance. “Don’t worry about it.”

Geetha’s breath hitched, her voice barely a whisper. “Yours… doesn’t fit.”

He captured her upper lip in a slow, deliberate kiss, their saliva mingling as he pulled back with a faint smile. “It’s okay…”

With renewed determination, Geetha took him into her mouth again, her cheeks puffing as she worked with fervor. Bharath, unable to restrain himself, gave a small, instinctive thrust, and Geetha startled, pulling away. 

A glistening thread of saliva bridged between her lips and his flesh, droplets clinging to the corners of her mouth. She swallowed hard, her breath ragged. “Hah… Don’t do that,” she scolded, her tone sharp but wavering.

Bharath’s eyes softened with apology. “Sorry, miss.”

Geetha wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her lips parting as she caught her breath. Bharath’s gaze locked with hers, a silent intensity passing between them. Without breaking eye contact, he guided himself back to her lips, pushing gently into the warmth of her mouth. She took him in again, her movements reminiscent of a child savoring a treat, slow and deliberate.

“Aahh… miss, I can see heaven when you suck me,” Bharath groaned, his voice thick with pleasure.

Geetha hummed in response, her head nodding as she continued, her eyes half-lidded with focus. 

Bharath’s knees trembled, his control slipping as waves of sensation coursed through him. His fingers tightened in her hair, his hips moving in a rhythm he could no longer restrain. With a sharp hiss—“Sssshh…”—his body tensed, and he surrendered to the release.

Geetha’s eyes widened in shock as the warmth flooded her mouth. 

She pulled back abruptly, coughing and bending over the table to spit out the thick semen.

 Yet, even as her mind reeled, a forbidden truth stirred within her—she had swallowed half of it, and the flavor lingered, strange and unexpectedly alluring. For the first time, she found herself savoring the taste of a man’s sperm.

Bharath dropped to his knees beside her, his voice soft with concern. “I’m sorry, miss,” he said, cradling her face and wiping the traces of his release from her lips with gentle fingers.

Geetha glared at him, her voice sharp but tinged with embarrassment. “Chee… you did it on purpose, you idiot.”

“I couldn’t hold back,” Bharath admitted, his tone earnest.

“You could have told me,” she snapped, though her indignation faltered under his gaze.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Did you like it?” he whispered, a teasing edge to his voice.

“Yuck…” Geetha muttered, but her protest lacked conviction. She melted into his embrace, settling onto his lap and burying her face in the crook of his neck. “You do crazy things… Che, you lecher,” she murmured, her voice muffled against his skin.

Bharath chuckled softly. “Forgive me, I won’t do it again.”

His softening form pressed against her, the sticky warmth of their encounter clinging to her thighs. Geetha squirmed, her tone half-exasperated. “Move, I’m going to take a bath. You’ve ruined everything.”

“I’ll clean it,” Bharath offered, his voice gentle. “You go take a bath.”

“Okay…” Geetha agreed, rising from the table. As she moved toward the bedroom, her steps hesitant and her hands shielding her thighs, Bharath’s gaze followed her. The sight of her retreating form—her curves swaying with each step—proved too much. He surged forward, wrapping his arms around her from behind, pulling her close.

“Let go… what else?” Geetha protested, though her voice lacked conviction.

Bharath’s lips found the sensitive skin of her armpit, kissing the soft, sweat-dampened folds. “Will you wait for a while?” he murmured, his voice low and insistent. “I’ll come.”

“No, you’ve already done too much,” she replied, trying to wriggle free.

His kisses deepened, and he inhaled her scent, a mix of sweetness and desire. “I can’t let go,” he said, his tone reverent. “How did Goutham sir leave you like this?”

Geetha froze, her expression darkening. She turned to face him, her hands cupping his face. “Don’t bring up Goutham every time,” she said firmly, her voice laced with pain.

Bharath’s eyes softened, regret flickering in them. “If it’s wrong, I’m sorry… I just felt like saying that.”

Geetha tried to pull away, her gaze avoiding his, but Bharath’s hands caught her waist, holding her in place. Their eyes locked, and in his loving gaze, Geetha felt herself unraveling. His touch, his words, his very presence were dismantling her defenses, pulling her into a current she could no longer resist. Their desire burned beyond their control, a force that bound them together, refusing to let them part.

“Geetha miss…” Bharath’s voice was low, possessive, a hint of arrogance in his tone. “Your student is crazy about you… I won’t let you go after you come back from your bath.”

Geetha’s lips curved into a sly smile, her eyes glinting with defiance. “You crazy dog,” she teased, slipping from his grasp with a playful laugh, leaving him staring after her as she disappeared into the bedroom.

[Haran000]

The clock in the living room chimed a quarter past nine, the hour hand resting just beyond the nine and the minute hand pointing to the three. The steady rhythm of its second hand, the clatter of plates being washed by Geetha in the kitchen, the staccato gunshots from phone as Bharath played PUBG, and the continuous whirring of the fan overhead wove together into a complex symphony of sounds.

This harmony was abruptly broken by the ringing of Gautham’s phone call, which also interrupted Bharat’s game. Bharat instantly shot up and rushed to Geetha.
“Miss, Gautham sir is calling…” he said, his voice urgent.

Geetha put the plate she was holding aside, quickly wiped her wet hands on her saree, and took the phone.

“Hello…” she said into the receiver.

Bharat leaned in, his face close to her dark blouse near her shoulder. The speaker on the phone came to life.

“Hello, my darling, have you eaten?” Gautham’s voice asked.

Geetha pushed Bharat’s face away. “Yeah, I did. I'm washing the dishes now.”

Unseen by Geetha and Bharat, only visible to us, a windowpane across the room offered a glimpse into Gautham's world. In his gray-painted room, he lay on the bed, a woman’s brown hair falling onto his neck as he held the phone to his ear. His right hand was buried in her hair.

“Oh… did you buy the dresses?” he asked.

Bharat, ever bold, moved forward again. He wrapped his arms around Geetha’s waist and silently tucked her saree tighter, covering her navel as he listened.

“Yeah, I bought them. I took Bharat with me in the morning and we came back home by the afternoon,” Geetha replied.

Gautham brushed her brown hair aside and kissed the lips woman next to him, Evelyn.

“Oh, really…” he said into the phone. “I asked you to buy them here, but you said you'd get them there. Extra luggage.”

“What kind of clothes would I find there? That’s why,” Geetha countered. “Where are you?”

Releasing Evelyn's lips, Gautham replied, “Hmm… me? I'm on a break in a small meeting, so I called you.”

Next to him, Evelyn laughed and kissed Gautham’s cheek.

 Here, Bharat lifted Geetha's forelocks and pulled them to the right, kissing her neck just below the phone. She flinched, shook her cheek, and pushed him back.

“Hmm… Ever since you went to Canada, we haven't had enough time together,” Geetha said, a hint of sadness in her voice.

“You're coming in few days, so why talk about all this now?” Gautham asked.

As Geetha spoke, Gautham squeezed and bit Evelyn’s throat. “Did any of our relatives come home?” he asked.

“No one came,” Geetha replied.

Evelyn clung to Gautham’s face, raining kisses on him. At the same moment, Bharat kissed Geetha between her shoulders.

“My grandmother's grandson from Adilabad, Sudheer, apparently got engaged,” Gautham continued. “They called me the other day. They said they'd come home to give the card. I was wondering if they had come…”

Geetha, now cooperating with Bharat without a word, responded, “Oh no…”

“Hmm, okay then. Message me when you wake up tomorrow; I'll call you,” Gautham said.

Suddenly, he grabbed Evelyn’s lips and sucked on them.

“Okay, darling…” Geetha said.

As Evelyn chewed on his lips, the call ended with a difficult “Hmm…”

Bharat came up and tried to kiss Geetha’s neck again, but she stopped him.

“Go away… I’ll slap you if you do that again,” she warned.

“I don’t know what to do,” Bharat said, his voice a low grumble. “Whenever I come near you, it turns out like this.”

“Oh… The puppy doesn’t remember what he did an hour ago?” Geetha teased.

“Thinking about that makes me want it even more…” Bharat said, and he licked her neck with passion.

“Oh, stop…” she said, a breathless laugh escaping her lips.

He wrapped his elbows around her chest, put his arms around her waist, and pulled her back against him. He nuzzled his nose into her soft, sweaty neck and kissed it.

“Do you remember?” Bharat whispered. “The first time I touched your boobs was here, after we came back at night from the movie.”

“Hmm… That’s when I knew you weren’t innocent but a dirty fellow,” Geetha said.

“Before that, I used to stare at your armpits in our class,” he confessed. “I even kissed you that day.”

“Don’t remind me of that, you dirty…” Geetha said, a fake scowl on her face. “If I had known back then that you had such thoughts on your teacher…”

“Yeah, if you had known… you wouldn't have let me into the house?” Bharat asked, his voice playful.

“No, not like that,” she said.

“Then…?” he pressed.

“I shouldn't have even asked you to come for tuition.”

“What’s wrong with me coming for tuition now?” he asked. He twisted her body, kissed her neck, and pulled her blouse down from her shoulder a little.

“You used to stare at me intently,” she said.

Kissing her smooth, milky shoulder, Bharat responded, “You should’ve scolded me then, saying, ‘Bad boy, what kind of thoughts are these? You should be studying.’”

“Hmm…” she said, and pretended to lift her shoulder and push Bharat back.

He bit her with his front teeth on the hollow of her left neck.

“Ssss…” she stopped herself uncomfortably.

“Tell me, why didn’t you scold me?” he asked again.

“I told you that day, right? I liked the way you looked at me.”

“Is that why your pallu fell off near the door after we came back from the market?” he asked.

“Hey, I didn’t do that on purpose,” she said, feigning innocence.

“But that’s when my craziness for this teacher grew,” he said.

“Do you know how embarrassed I was, wondering if you had looked or not?” she asked.

“Is that why you gave me tea?”

“Ugh, stop. Don’t remind me of all that.”

Bharat pulled Geetha’s face back, looking into her eyes. “That day we met to buy a scale, I saw your waist. That’s when I became your puppy.”

“So your eyes were staring at me even on the road,” she said.

“When you’re this beautiful, my eyes will be on you, won’t they?” he said.

“Hey, get lost…” she said with a laugh.

“Tell me one thing…” he said. “When we went to the waterfalls, why were you with me?”

She kissed his chin. “You’re the one who said you’d help me.”

“You let me kiss you,” he said.

“Hmm…” she murmured.

“Why?” he asked.

“You’re the one who asked.”

“I didn’t ask for anything on my birthday, did I?” he challenged. “Then why did you kiss my lips?”

She kissed his lips in response. “I don’t know. I just felt like kissing you like this, so I did.”

“At the lake in our village, what would you have done if I had looked back?” he asked.

“Tell me the truth, didn’t you look?” she asked, grabbing his hair and lifting his head.

“Did you think I looked?” he countered.

“Hmm, no, I didn’t. I thought you didn’t have that much courage then,” she said.

“I looked.”

“Really?” she asked, a gasp in her voice.

“No, I didn’t,” he said with a smirk.

“Hey…” she said, hitting him playfully.

“I didn’t look. I stopped myself even though I wanted to,” he confessed.

“Hmm…” she hummed, content.

Kissing her neck, he said, “Do you know how crazy I went the first time we played hide and seek?”

“Do you know how crazy I felt when you did that?” she replied.

Pressing his lips against hers, he said, “I want to play hide and seek again.”

“After all you’ve done, why do you want to play games?” she whispered.

Again, they hugged each other's heads and kissed deeply.

“Mmmm…” Geetha sighed.

“Ha… Hmm…” Bharat responded.

Releasing her lips, he kissed her left cheek and touched her waist. “I’m coming to you like this, right? Has Gautham sir ever asked about me in another way?”

“In another way, meaning?” she asked. He rested his chin on her shoulder as she began washing the dishes with dish soap.

“I mean, suspicious of me being like this with you,” he clarified.

Though briefly surprised by his question, she couldn't bring herself to hide the truth. She paused silently, taking a breath.

“Tell me, Miss… Did Gautham sir ask anything like that?” he pressed.

“Hmm…” she murmured.

She turned her neck and looked into his eyes. “What did he ask?”

“To be honest,… he didn’t ask… I told him myself,” she confessed.

The sentence made Bharat stop dead in his tracks.

“What? You told him? What did you tell him?” he stammered.

“Well… once I was on a video call, and you came inside. He saw you then. He asked.”

“But, Miss, that was just an accident, right?”

Geetha felt shy and turned the soap dispenser, hiding her face while washing the plates. “Before that, I even told him about our first kiss.”

Bharat immediately stopped her and turned her towards him. He held her cheeks and lifted her face. “Miss, why did you tell him that? Didn’t Gautham sir scold you?”

She struggled to lift her eyelids. “No…”

“Why, Miss?”

“I don’t know. He first asked me sternly why I did that.”

“Hmm…”

“I was the one who kissed you, wasn’t I? I told him I couldn’t stop myself or something.”

“And then?”

“I also told him about our trip to your village and what happened there.”

“What…?” Bharat listened in astonishment.

Geetha resumed washing. “I couldn’t hide this from Gautham. What you did in the kitchen. Up to the point you drew my painting. I told him everything.”

“Miss, what are you saying? Didn’t he get angry with you?” he asked, standing next to her.

“Hmm… No,” she said softly.

“Miss, don’t joke.”

“I’m not.”

“Miss, I’m your student. Gautham sir is your husband. Miss, if he knows I’m with you like this, he’ll scold you.”

“No… He understands me,” she said, conviction in her voice.

“How, Miss?”

“I don’t know how. He doesn’t deny my happiness. I told him that I trust you. He agreed to us being like this. But…”

The word but broke Bharat. 

Because everything has a limit, right?

“But…?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“What we did the other day was wrong… I don’t know how to tell him about it. That’s why I’m scared, Bharat, that we might have made a mistake.”

Why shouldn’t he take this as another opportunity? 
The true meanings come out in moments of weakness. 

He pulled her closer, wrapped his right hand around her waist, caressed her neck, and kissed her lips.

“Miss… What if Gautham sir agrees to this too?” he asked.

A small shiver ran through Geetha. She squeezed the collar of Bharat's shirt with her fist. “No… This is different.”

“Miss, then will you hide this from him?” he asked.

“Hmm…”

“What if Gautham sir asks? Can you lie?”

“Bharat…”

“Tell me, Miss…”

“I don’t know. I can’t bear to see the anger he’ll have towards me if he finds out.”

“Do you want me?” he asked.

She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. “I want you, Bharat. I feel good when I’m with you.”

“Then Gautham sir will get suspicious of us.”

“He doesn’t do all the things you do. I decided a long time ago that I want you. Be with me like this, without anyone knowing. If Gautham sir finds out, if I feel it’s necessary, I’ll tell him myself,” she said.

“Miss, what are you saying? If he gets angry, there’s no telling where this will go,” he said.

In the middle of the conversation, he pulled her closer and looked at her deeply. She hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her back, squeezed her, and kissed her shoulders.

“I can’t hide anything from Gautham. If he asks, I’ll tell him,” she said.

“Miss, if he doesn’t ask, will you keep it a secret?” he asked.

“Hmm…”

He hugged her deeply, kissed her neck, and massaged her shoulders with his wet fingers.

“Can I ask you something, Miss?” he said.

“Go ahead…”

“Will you be happy with Gautham sir if I’m not there?” he asked.

“Hmm, no. He’s not like you,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

He lifted her and sat her on the counter, took the end of her saree from her chest, and unhooked her blouse. Geetha gave in to Bharat.

“Miss, are you being serious?” he asked.

“Yes…” she said, massaging his neck.