Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[venkygeethu]

Waiting eagerly bro

[Kore shivkant]

Waiting for the update haran....and how was your tournament....

[Kore shivkant]

Geetha teacher is now the best ongoing story in this site......surely it will reach 200+ pages and you giving regular updates so in no time it will reach 200+ pages bro.........so could please continue the journey of Bharat and geetha as long as possible and don't end the Canada trip too soon bro....may be you extend it for some more time ..........EAGERLY WAITING FOR THE NEXT UPDATE.......

[venkygeethu]

What happened?

[Haran000]

Small teaser:

A video call 

Chandana (pretending to be slightly annoyed): "You rogue! Didn’t the teacher just tell you not to trouble her? And yet, what do you think you’re doing now?"

Holding the phone in his left hand, Bharat tilted Geeta’s chin up with his right and kissed her lips. Unable to resist her desire, Geeta joined her lips with his.

Vandana and Chandana watched them, giggling softly to themselves.

When the kiss ended, Geeta looked straight into Bharat’s eyes with a dazed, dreamy expression.

Geeta: "You have no shame."

Vandana: "It’s okay, Miss. We won't tell anyone."

Geeta: "This is wrong. I should scold you girls first. You’ve become so fearless these days! Actually, now..."

Bharat silenced her words by kissing her again.

Bharat: "Don't talk, Geeta. Right now, you have to listen to what I say."

Geeta remained silent, yielding to his words.

The other two watched in disbelief, amazed that Geeta didn't offer even a hint of resistance.
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[Manikandarajesh]

super teaser, waiting for trailer and main picture.

[Rakul1985]

They all 4 should go for 4some.

[venkygeethu]

Why only teaser waiting for the update last week end also no update/

Please give a bigger update soon waiting eagerly

[Kore shivkant]

Small teaser:

Well now geetha starts to surrender to bharath's wish without second thought infront of others...... please don't let others to know that gautam has approved their relationship because it will spoil the fun.....hoping for the long update

[venkygeethu]

Any chance for update tonight?

[Haran000]

Any chance for update tonight?

Tomorrow. Only 2 scenes remaining to write.

[venkygeethu]

Tomorrow. Only 2 scenes remaining to write.

waiting

[venkygeethu]

Hope today for a weekend Dhamaka

[venkygeethu]

So much dejected no update today also?

[Kore shivkant]

This Sunday won't complete without the update....... waiting for it.....teaser itself a full blast waiting for the main picture......

[priyad2000]

waiting for an update. awesome writing

[Haran000]

Super erotic sensual

Thank you 

[Haran000]

Geetha stood in front of the dresser, towel-drying her long hair after her bath, the steam from the bathroom still clinging to her skin. 


The bedroom door opened quietly, and Gautham stepped in, crossing to the cupboard without a word. He pulled out a flat, glossy cover, unzipped it, and drew out a sleek black dress. He held it up for her inspection, the sticker on the plastic showing a model wearing it like a second skin.



“How is it?” he asked.

Geetha glanced at the image, then back at him. “Do I have to wear it now?”

“No,” he said with a small smile. “I meant for the party tomorrow.”

She rose from the edge of the bed, took the dress from his hands, and laid it carefully beside her. “It’s nice,” she admitted, “but I don’t really like wearing things like this to parties.”

“What, you’re going to wear a saree?” Gautham teased. “This is Montreal, not Karimnagar or Mancherial.”

She stepped closer, sliding her hands around his waist. “Tell me,” she murmured, looking up at him. “Should I wear it now? I’ll wear whatever you ask me to.”

Gautham’s eyes darkened slightly. “For now,” he said, voice low, “don’t wear anything.”

A shy smile curved her lips. She loosened the knot of her towel and let it fall, standing naked before her husband. Her body—soft, fair, and curved like a sculpture molded from fresh cream—pressed against him as she rose on her toes to kiss the underside of his chin.

“Okay?” she whispered.

“Not okay,” he replied, though his hands were already on her hips. “Get ready. Let’s have dinner and then cut the cake.”

Geetha hummed thoughtfully. “Hmm… before coming here, Bharath bought a black dress too. He said if I wore it in front of you, you’d get into the mood.”

Gautham lifted an eyebrow. “Oh really? Show me.”

She turned, moving with unhurried grace, her nakedness on full display as she bent to retrieve another cover from her suitcase. The motion drew a playful slap from Gautham across her left buttock.

“Ouch!” She straightened quickly, rubbing the spot, the cover clutched to her chest. “That hard? It stings!”

He laughed. “Should I hit you again?”

“Uh-huh,” she shook her head, eyes dancing.

She unzipped the second cover and held up the dress Bharath had chosen—shorter, thinner, more daring than the first. Gautham’s gaze traveled slowly over her bare body.

“Put it on,” he said.

“Now?”

“Yes, right now. He bought it, didn’t he? Wear it just for him.”

Geetha hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. She had planned to save this intimacy for Gautham alone tomorrow night.

“But I wanted this to be just with you…”

He silenced her with a finger against her lips, took the dress from her hands, and moved behind her. She lifted her arms obediently as he slipped it over her head. For a moment she paused.

“Wait—shouldn’t I wear anything underneath?”

“No need.”

He smoothed the fabric down over her hips. The thin material clung to her like mist, concealing nothing and revealing everything—every curve, every soft line of her fair skin enhanced rather than hidden. He turned her to face him and kissed her deeply.

When he pulled back, his eyes were slightly dazed. “You look sexy,” he said.

Color flooded her cheeks. She buried her face against his chest. “I don’t like these kinds of clothes,” she mumbled. “I only got it for you.”

“So what?” He kissed her cheek. “You showed it to me. You’re a treasure.”

“Mmm…”

She stepped to the mirror, biting her lip as she studied her reflection, then carefully tucked her wedding chain inside the neckline of the dress.

“I brought a saree,” she said quietly. “I thought I’d wear that.”

Gautham came up behind her, arms circling her waist. “Only here,” he murmured against her ear. “Even I wouldn’t like you wearing something like this in India.”

“That’s what I thought.”

She reached for her bangles, but he caught her wrist gently. “None of those are needed.”

“Okay…”

In the mirror, her creamy thighs gleamed beneath the short hem. A wave of heat rose through her own body; instinctively she tugged the dress lower.

Gautham’s hands settled on her hips. “Why are you still shy?”

“I don’t know…” She lowered her eyes. “He—Bharath—stares so intensely.”

“Don’t you feel that way when I look?”

His fingers gathered the front of the dress, lifting it slowly. In the mirror their reflections showed her intimate beauty, perfectly groomed and bare beneath the fabric. He bent and bit her neck with deliberate passion.

“Ouch!” She jolted, a soft cry escaping.

“You little devil,” he growled against her skin. “So you’re doing all this for him tonight?”

“This is the first time.”

He spun her around, gripped her waist, and lifted her effortlessly onto the bed. Pushing the dress up to her waist, he lowered his head between her thighs and kissed her tenderly.

“Ah… no!” She startled, trying to shift away.

“Not right now.”

“I’m not doing anything,” he murmured. “Can’t I just kiss you?”

“Mmm…”

He exhaled and stood. “Fine. I’ll go take a shower. Get dinner ready… and ask Bharath if he’s finished with his.”

“Okay,” she whispered, smoothing the dress back down as he left the room.
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Bharath trudged down the stairs, his hair tousled from sleep, clad in a rumpled sweatshirt and pajamas. Geetha and Gautham were already waiting for him in the living room.

The instant his eyes landed on Geetha, perched gracefully on the east-side sofa, his gaze sharpened, pupils dilating as if camera lens zooming in on a captivating subject. She looked effortlessly alluring in her black dress, the fabric clinging just enough to hint at the curves beneath.



Gautham turned his neck, glancing at him with mild impatience. "What took you so long up there?"

Bharath said nothing, merely raising two fingers in a silent gesture—perhaps indicating he'd been caught up in something mundane, or maybe something more private.

Geetha broke the moment with a soft smile. "Okay, let's go have dinner."

The three of them rose and settled at the dining table, the aroma of home-cooked food filling the air.

"I didn't expect you to cook," Bharath remarked, his tone carrying a hint of surprise.

Geetha shrugged lightly. "We ate out this morning, so I just whipped up some dal and tomato charu. It was quick."

"Hmm..." Bharath murmured, his eyes lingering on her a fraction longer than necessary.

She served portions for each of them, then uncovered the bowl of steaming charu. As Bharath mixed his rice with dal, he stole a furtive glance at Geetha. Beneath the neckline of her black dress, the outline of her nipple pressed visibly against the thin fabric—no bra to conceal it. The realization hit him like a spark: she was wearing nothing underneath.

A heavy silence descended over the table as they began to eat. Beneath it, hidden from view, Bharath felt a growing discomfort in his pajamas, a stirring he tried to ignore.

Each time Geetha leaned forward to scoop a bite of rice, the shadows along her neckline teased deeper glimpses of her hidden beauty, fueling a hunger in Bharath that had little to do with the meal.



When her eyes lifted and met his, he quickly averted his gaze. Geetha noticed the quiet among them and smiled inwardly, continuing to eat with composed grace.

Gautham sensed it too but chose to stay silent.

As his plate neared empty, Gautham spoke up. "Pass me some curd."

Geetha obliged, serving him a generous portion. He sprinkled a pinch of salt, mixed in a splash of water, and stirred.

Assuming Bharath was finishing as well, Gautham teased lightly, "Have some more—there's plenty of curd left."

Geetha interjected smoothly, "He doesn't eat curd."

"Oh... there's always one in every house," Gautham chuckled. "Our Ammu doesn't eat it either, right?"

"Hmm, yes," Geetha agreed, her voice warm with familial affection.

Curiosity sparked in Bharath. "Who is Ammu?"

"Your teacher's younger sister," Gautham explained.

"Oh, right. She mentioned it once—I forgot," Bharath said, nodding.

Gautham continued, "She's in tenth grade too. A class topper."

"O..."

Geetha cut in, a touch of protectiveness in her tone. "Is it really necessary to mention she's a topper? Are you mocking him to make him study harder?"

"I just said it casually—that wasn't my intention," Gautham defended with a grin.

"Fine... but why always these topics at the dinner table? Studies, career, business..." Geetha sighed, exasperation creeping in.

Bharath nodded in agreement. "Exactly, Miss. My dad is the same. The moment we sit down to eat, he launches into a lecture about studying and not wandering around like a vagabond."

Gautham laughed. "What is this? Are you angry because I praised your sister, or because you find my advice nagging?"

Geetha shot back playfully, "Of course. You praise your sister-in-law plenty, but that 'ghost' of a girl didn't even wish her own sister a happy birthday. When Mom and Dad called, they said she was still asleep. The whole day has passed back home!"

She made a face, clearly irked with her younger sister.

Bharath couldn't help but laugh. "Is there a fight between the sisters?"

Gautham shook his head. "No, nothing like that. Let's call her right now."

"No need. I'll deal with her when I get home," Geetha protested.

But Gautham dialed anyway, putting the phone on speaker as Ammu answered promptly.

"Brother-in-law, give the phone to sister," Ammu's voice chirped through the speaker.

"Your sister is fuming here," Gautham teased.

Geetha rose to take her plate to the washbasin, but Gautham caught her hand gently, pulling her back down. "Talk to her first," he insisted.

She sat with a stubborn pout, arms crossed.

"Happy Birthday, Akka..." Ammu said sweetly.

Geetha softened, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Thank you."

"I forgot—please forgive me."

"Your brother-in-law is here calling you a topper. Did you forget that too, you ghost?"

"Sorry, Akka."

"Hmm, okay."

"Actually, I should be the one who's angry," Ammu countered. "How could you leave me and go off to Canada? You didn't even think about your sister having holidays and being bored at home."

Gautham jumped in: "Exactly, Ammu."

"I'm not talking to sister—I'm cutting ties with you, Brother-in-law!"

Bharath covered his mouth, chuckling quietly at the banter.

"Why?" Gautham feigned hurt.

"If you don't take me along, I’ll finish off all your property!"

"Hey girl, you're talking too much," Geetha warned.

"It's fine. Don't come between a brother-in-law and his sister-in-law."

Gautham pleaded dramatically, "Forgive me, Ammu. We'll go on a different trip later—after your results come out, okay? What's even there in Canada anyway?"

"Sure, now that my sister is there, you’ll say anything."

"Hey, do you realize you're wishing me a day late? Mom and Dad called this morning."

"No, Akka! I told Dad specifically that I wanted to wish you according to Canada time."

"Yeah, but you forgot to wish me then too, didn't you? Shameless."

Ammu laughed. "Hahaha..."

"What is Mom doing?"

"I don't know, Akka. I just woke up."

"No college? Sleeping until the sun is high?"

"Yeah, I'm sleeping. What's it to you?"

"Just wait. Once the results are out, I'll get you married off, girl."

"Oh? As if you're the one to decide my marriage!"

"Aha... that’s enough now."

As the playful exchange unfolded, a shadow crossed Bharath's face. The lighthearted family teasing stirred something deeper in him—a pang of longing, perhaps, for the closeness they shared. He stood abruptly, heading to the washbasin to rinse his hands. There, under the running water, he wiped his face and hands with a towel, subtly brushing away the moisture gathering in his eyes.

Geetha approached with her plate and caught the gesture—Bharath wiping his eyes.

"We thought about bringing her because you were coming too, but..." she began softly, trailing off.

"Hmm..." Bharath murmured, turning to leave.

She reached out, stopping him gently. "What happened, Bharath?"

"Nothing, Miss," he replied, his voice steady but distant, as he walked away to sink into the sofa.

Geetha watched him go, her expression softening with understanding. She knew exactly why the melancholy had settled over him so suddenly—the warmth of their family bond had brushed against a tender, unspoken ache in his own heart.

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[Haran000]

On a summer night, beneath a vast canopy of twinkling stars, Bharath and Gautham had set up a intimate celebration beside the shimmering swimming pool. A small table stood between two plush lounge couches, adorned with a freshly unboxed cake crowned by a sparkling candle. Soft tea-light candles flickered around them, casting a gentle, ambient glow in the cool breeze.




Geetha approached and paused, taking in the scene.

"Light the candle," Gautham said softly.

Bharath flicked the lighter, igniting the sparkle candle. It burst into a brief shower of glittering sparks, lasting just three seconds, illuminating their faces with fleeting magic.

"Happy Birthday to you!" Gautham and Bharath sang in unison, clapping enthusiastically.

As Geetha sliced into the cake, she smiled wryly. "I don't know why we still do this cake-cutting like little kids."

"Happy Birthday, Miss," Bharath said with a grin.

Geetha picked up a piece of cake and fed it gently to Gautham. He took a small bite and, in turn, offered it back to her lips.

Then she turned to Bharath, holding out another piece. As he leaned in, guiding it toward her mouth, a mischievous smile spread across his face. Suddenly, he smeared the chocolate cream across her left cheek.

Geetha jerked her head back and forth, trying to dodge him, but a streak of cream clung stubbornly to her skin.

"Hey! This is exactly the kind of nonsense I hate, you dog!" she exclaimed, her tone playful despite the threat.

Undeterred, Bharath reached out again, teasingly adding a dab to her other cheek.

"It’s okay, Miss," he replied innocently.

"It’s getting wasted! Is cake meant for eating or for wearing like this?" She laughed, grabbing his hands to halt the mischief.

Gautham chuckled. "Hey, Bharath, that’s enough. Stop it."

"Okay, sir," Bharath agreed, feigning obedience.

But as Geetha relaxed, Bharath slipped behind her and traced a sneaky line of chocolate down her back with his finger. When he reached for her neck, she let out a mock shriek of horror and twisted away. The chase was on—they darted around the table, laughter echoing into the night.

"Don’t do crazy things, you mad dog!" Geetha called over her shoulder.

"Hey, wait, Miss!" Bharath retorted, grinning wildly.

Still giggling, Geetha ducked behind Gautham, using him as a human shield in their impromptu game of hide-and-seek.

"Stop it, that’s enough," Gautham said, though his voice carried amusement. He turned to glance at Geetha—and in that moment, swiftly smeared a dollop of cream across her forehead with a deep laugh.

Bharath burst into laughter. "Hahaha!"

"You too...?" Geetha gasped, her eyes widening in feigned betrayal.

"It's the Birthday Girl’s makeup!" Gautham declared.

"Exactly, exactly," Bharath echoed.

"Enough games," Geetha protested, though her smile betrayed her true enjoyment. "Let’s cut the cake properly and eat it."

She reached for a tissue to wipe her face, but Bharath was quicker. From behind, he seized both her wrists, gently pinning them behind her back and holding her playfully captive.

"Let go! What are you doing?" she demanded, squirming with a mix of laughter and exasperation.

"Sir, shall I tell you something?" Bharath asked Gautham conspiratorially.

Gautham raised an eyebrow. "Release her first. She’s saying she wants to eat the cake."

Bharath ignored the request. "Sir, first you must eat the cake that Miss gives you."

Geetha knew Bharath's wild ideas knew no bounds, and now he was drawing Gautham into the fun.

"Let go of me!" she insisted, struggling lightly.

Bharath leaned closer. "Sir, you have to give Miss a special birthday kiss today."

Geetha shot him an angry glance over her shoulder, puzzled by his boldness.

"Meaning?" Gautham asked, intrigued.

"Apply the cake to her lips and kiss it off."

"No way! All these crazy ideas are yours," Geetha shot back.

"Oh, keep quiet, Miss. You’ll like it, just watch."

Bharath released her hands but immediately wrapped his arms securely around her waist from behind, holding her in place.

Though Bharath's ultimate intentions remained playfully ambiguous, the suggestion stirred something in Gautham—an appealing spark that hung in the warm night air. Deep down, despite her protests, Geetha felt the thrill of their antics, the birthday turning into a night of unforgettable, lighthearted chaos.



Since our wedding day, I hadn’t seen Gautam this playful, this utterly relaxed. I had been terrified that confessing what had happened with Bharath would ignite fury in him, but I never imagined he would accept it so effortlessly, as though a hidden door inside him had swung open without protest.

I used to believe Bharath’s presence between us was a threat, a fracture waiting to widen. Yet now, watching the way everything unfolded, it felt less like intrusion and more like revelation—he was the spark that ignited desires I had buried deep, desires I had never dared name.

I knew, with a certainty that made my pulse race, that Gautam liked this: liked watching me surrender to Bharath right in front of him, liked seeing how Bharath shaped me, molded me, claimed me in ways that left me breathless. And God help me, I wanted more of it. When I was with Bharath, I could lose entire days in the heat of his kisses, the world narrowing to nothing but the press of his mouth and the low rumble of his voice.

He held me now, right there in front of Gautam, his strong hands squeezing my waist until my body felt weightless, suspended between possession and surrender. His lips found my neck, slow and deliberate, and then—bold as ever—he murmured to my husband, “Kiss her too, sir.”

I couldn’t fathom what was going through Gautam’s mind, but I loved every reckless thing Bharath did.

When Bharath suggested the kiss, Gautam cupped my face gently, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sent a wave of shyness crashing over me. My husband, watching me while another man held me close—it was too much. I couldn’t meet his gaze.

Sensing my hesitation, Bharath caught my earring between his lips, tugging lightly, and whispered against my skin, “Look at him, Miss. Kiss him, Miss.”

I felt myself obeying before I even decided to. I always wanted to do whatever Bharath told me.

Gautam cradled my cheeks, staring straight into me, and pressed his lips to the smear of cream on my forehead, tasting it slowly. The restraint in me snapped; I leaned in and kissed the rough line of his beard.

He deepened the kiss immediately, capturing my lips. The sweet trace of chocolate on his mouth was warm, intoxicating. I clung to him, helpless.

As I stepped closer, Bharath moved with me, his arms tightening around me from behind until I was caught—truly caught—between them. I felt myself simmering, melting, dissolving into the heat.

Gautam grazed my neck, licking the cream from my cheeks with a hunger I’d never seen in him. At the same moment, Bharath’s lips closed on the right side of my neck, a gentle bite disguised as a kiss. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through me; I moaned softly and kissed Gautam’s forehead in gratitude.

“Don’t stop, sir,” Bharath urged, voice low and commanding.

While Gautam’s tongue left wet trails across my skin, Bharath released me for a moment—only long enough to reach for the cake. A tremor of anticipation fluttered low in my belly. I knew something deliciously wicked was coming.

He returned, sliding behind me again. Gautam was showering my face with kisses like a man possessed, like he’d been starving for this version of me.

Bharath’s right hand stroked my neck, smearing cool cream that made me shiver. Gautam followed instantly, biting down gently as he “ate” the chocolate, his teeth grazing my skin. The sting drew a helpless “Ah…” from my throat; my fingers dug into his shoulders.

“This is a great idea, man,” Gautam murmured against my neck, his lips pressing harder, hungrier.

A hand settled on my left breast—Bharath’s—squeezing with raw passion. His thumb circled my nipple through the fabric, and my entire body sparked alive. Breath coming heavy and uneven, I surrendered completely to Gautam’s mouth.

Bharath painted my neck with more chocolate and honey; Gautam plunged through it like a bee drunk on nectar, licking, sucking, savoring. While Gautam devoured my neck, I felt cool cream sliding down my back—and then warm lips pressing between my shoulder blades. Bharath. The heat arrowed straight to my thighs. Trembling uncontrollably, I wrapped my arms around Gautam and held on.

He answered by gripping my right buttock firmly, possessively.

The wet trail of kisses moved lower. Bharath’s hand slipped beneath my throat, spreading cream just above my heart and dragging it upward in a slow, deliberate line. Gautam buried his face there without hesitation, kissing, licking, claiming.

“Sss… what is this madness?” I whispered, no longer sure how to react, how to breathe.

I could sense Gautam’s own conflict beneath the fervor, yet he was lost in it, reveling in it.

The left strap of my dress began to slip. I reached back instinctively, fingers threading into Bharath’s hair. Gautam caught my wrist, guided my hand away, and tugged the strap lower himself. He cupped my exposed breast, squeezed, and licked the cream from my skin with deliberate slowness.

“Oh, darling…” The words escaped as a gasp. I cradled his head, fighting the waves threatening to drown me.

Bharath coated his own lips with cream and claimed my mouth. I couldn’t stop him—didn’t want to. I opened for him, cooperating fully as he devoured my lips like they were melted chocolate.

While he fed on my mouth, my husband—transformed by a passion I had never witnessed—kneaded my breast like soft cake and lapped below my throat as though I were the sweetest candy he’d ever tasted.

My feet barely touched the floor. A slow, exquisite fire spread through every inch of me.

I held both their heads in my trembling hands, boiling in the furnace of their combined desire.

Gautam’s hands slid under my dress, stroking up my thighs with bold intent. Bharath answered by biting my shoulder, teeth grazing just hard enough to make me arch.

I couldn’t stop, couldn’t even moan properly—only shiver in delicious hesitation.

But then, suddenly, something inside me twisted. A flicker of wrongness amid the bliss.

With whatever strength I had left, I pushed them both away.

They stopped instantly.

They would understand.


Geetha’s brow furrowed, a flicker of unease crossing her face. It would be a problem if two men compete.

Gautam understood. He wiped a smear of chocolate from his lips with a stained tissue and settled onto the nearby couch, watching her with quiet amusement.

Bharath, however, had grown bolder in the glow of his supposed victory. The belief that Geetha belonged to him alone tonight had loosened whatever restraint he still possessed. He tightened his arm around her waist, possessive and unapologetic.

Geetha turned to her husband, eyes wide with disbelief. “What is this? Are you joining him in this too?”

Bharath smirked. “Looks like Sir is in a particularly generous mood with you tonight.”

Gautam’s voice was calm, laced with dry humor. “Just me? You’re seizing every chance simply because I gave you one.”

“I won the bet,” Bharath shot back. “That’s why Miss is with me now.”

Geetha twisted free of his grip, her tone sharp. “The bet was only to sleep beside you. Don’t twist the words.”

Bharath lifted his hands in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. Anyway, the birthday is over. I’m heading upstairs. You two finish your chat. Miss, come find me when you’re ready to sleep.”

“Go,” Geetha said coolly.

As Bharath’s footsteps faded toward the stairs, Geetha dropped onto the couch beside Gautam. She saw the heat still simmering in her husband’s eyes and, with a small, knowing smile, slipped her hand inside his pajama, wrapping her fingers around him in a slow, deliberate stroke.

Gautam pressed a kiss to the curve of her shoulder. “What happened? Why did you stop him?”

“Otherwise the two of you would devour me alive,” she teased. “Have you no shame?”

She eased him free of the fabric, stroking him openly now. From the shadowed corridor that led toward the swimming pool, a low chuckle drifted back to them.

Bharath’s voice floated across the dim hall. “Miss, the cake’s right there. Smear some on Sir and lick it off.”

Geetha whipped her head toward the sound, glaring into the darkness with pretended fury. “Go away, you dog! Why are you spying on us?”

“I’m going,” Bharath called, laughter still in his tone.

But he did not go. He melted deeper into the shadows, silent and watchful.

Believing themselves alone again, Gautam drew Geetha closer by the waist.

“No…” she murmured half-heartedly.

“Not for that,” he assured her softly.

With his free hand he pulled the side table nearer, scooped a dollop of rich chocolate cream from the remnants of the cake, and traced it along the delicate hollow of her neck, just above where her mangalsutra lay nestled between her breasts. Then he lowered his mouth to her skin and licked the sweetness away—slow, deliberate, reverent.

Geetha shivered. “Ugh… he’s passed his madness on to you too.”

Gautam hummed against her throat. “Mm… the cake tastes better this way, doesn’t it?”

“Of course it does,” she whispered, “especially when you do such crazy things.”

When the last trace of chocolate was gone, he lifted his head, met her eyes, and drew a folded sheet of paper from his pocket.

“Do you know what this is?”

“Tell me.”

“My resignation. I’m leaving the job here.”

Her breath caught. “Really?”

“Yes. I’m coming back with you.”

Joy flooded her face. She cupped his cheeks and rained quick, grateful kisses across his lips, his jaw, his brow. “Thank you… thank you…”

Gautam’s voice turned low, commanding. “Get on your knees.”

Without hesitation, Geetha sank to the tiled edge of the pool. Gautam rose, offering himself to her. She took him into her mouth eagerly, eyes fluttering shut as she pleased him.

He went on, voice steady despite the pleasure building in him. “My father is registering five acres in the village under my name. Bamboo plantation. There’s a factory near the Bommakal bypass in Karimnagar—bamboo fabric products.”

She made a soft sound of acknowledgment around him.



“We’ll shift from Hyderabad to Karimnagar.”

Another hum of agreement.

“After these four days, you leave Bharath.”

“Mmm…”

He eased back for a moment. Geetha wiped her lips with the back of her hand, looking up at him.

“Don’t just hum,” he said gently. “Say it.”

“I will leave him,” she promised, then took him deep again.

“Once we’re in Karimnagar, he won’t be able to reach you anyway.”

She could only moan in response.

Gautam’s breath hitched. “Ahhh…”

He spilled into her mouth with a low groan. Geetha pulled away swiftly and spat into the dark, rippling water of the pool.

He tucked himself back into his pajama and sat, breathing hard. Geetha wiped her mouth, then climbed onto his lap, laughing softly.

“Uncle is certainly in a mood tonight.”

He pinched her waist in playful retaliation. She squealed and squirmed.

His phone buzzed on the table. Gautam glanced at the screen. “Go to sleep,” he told her.

“You go to sleep,” she countered. “He probably won’t let me rest anyway.”

“You’ve lost every last shred of shyness, haven’t you?” He shook his head, smiling, and answered the call.

Geetha stood, smoothed her dress, pressed a final kiss to his cheek, and picked up her phone. She padded into the house, crossing the dimly lit corridor—when suddenly strong arms seized her from the shadows.

She gasped. “Ah! You haven’t gone yet?”

Bharath grinned against her ear. “I was waiting. Why didn’t you bring the cake?”

“The cake? Why?”

“I want to smear it on you and lick it off too.”

“You mad dog,” she hissed, though there was laughter beneath it. “I don’t want any of that. Let me sleep.”

“Miss, go get the cake.”

“No. You go get it.”

“No—you.”

She sighed theatrically. “Fine. Wait here.”

She handed him her phone and turned back toward the hall. Gautam was still on his call, gesturing as he spoke. Geetha quietly lifted the remains of the chocolate cake from the table and carried it back to the waiting shadow in the corridor.

[Haran000]

After bringing the cake upstairs, the two of them slipped quickly into Bharath’s room and shut the door behind them.


The moment the latch clicked, Geetha set the cake on the shelf, her body still thrumming with the heat her husband had unwittingly kindled in her young student. She reached for Bharath, fingers curling around his neck, pulling him close for the kiss she craved—but he caught her face gently in his hands and held her back.

“Miss,” he said, voice low and teasing, “wash your mouth first. What exactly did you do down there, huh?”

A laugh bubbled out of her, light and embarrassed. “Oh… okay, wait.”

She disappeared into the bathroom, washing her hands, splashing cool water on her flushed face, rinsing her mouth thoroughly. While she did, Bharath pulled out his phone and started a WhatsApp video call to Chandana.

On the screen, Chandana and Vandana appeared, sitting beneath a lazily turning fan in a sunny yellow-painted room.

“Hi… where are you guys?” Bharath asked.

“Pune,” Chandana replied. “At my uncle’s house.”

“Oh… is it safe to talk?”

“Yeah, they’re all in the other room.”

Vandana leaned closer, squinting. “Hey, what’s that cream on your nose?”

“We just cut Geetha Miss’s birthday cake.”

Chandana’s eyes brightened. “Is Miss right there with you?”

At that moment Geetha stepped out of the bathroom, still drying her face. Bharath turned the phone toward her and walked over, bringing her into frame. The sight of her in that dress—sleek, daring, utterly unlike the strict teacher they knew—left both girls momentarily speechless.

“Oh wow,” Vandana breathed. “Miss looks hot!”

Geetha’s cheeks burned. She folded her arms across her chest and ducked half-behind Bharath, suddenly shy.

“The dress is amazing, Miss,” Vandana added.

Chandana grinned wickedly. “Looking at you is putting me in the mood.”

“Chi! Stop it, Chandu,” Geetha scolded, but her voice lacked any real bite.

Chandana laughed. Bharath jumped in protectively. “Hey, enough. Miss is getting uncomfortable.”

Vandana smirked. “Uncomfortable? Please. We all know this is your grand scheme, mister.”

“You thief!” Chandana chimed in. “When we begged you to meet us before we left, you couldn’t be bothered. But the second Miss calls, you come running like a thirsty puppy.”

Bharath’s grin was unrepentant. “Yes, I’ll come running. What are you going to do about it?”

He tugged Geetha forward and, right in front of the camera, pressed his lips to the soft skin of her neck. A rush of heat flooded her face; she turned scarlet.

“Hey—no, stop,” she murmured, mortified, hiding her face against his shoulder.

Chandana pretended outrage. “You villain! You just told us not to trouble Miss, and now look at you!”

Still holding the phone in one hand, Bharath lifted Geetha’s chin with the other and claimed her mouth in a slow, deliberate kiss. For a heartbeat she hesitated, then surrendered, lips parting to meet his. On the screen, Vandana and Chandana watched, giggling helplessly.

When they finally broke apart, Geetha stared up at him, eyes hazy with desire.

“You have no shame,” she whispered.

“It’s fine, Miss,” Vandana assured her. “We won’t tell a soul.”

Geetha shook her head. “This is wrong. I should be scolding both of you first. Kids these days have no fear… and now…”

Bharath silenced her with another kiss, deeper this time. “Don’t talk, Geetha,” he murmured against her lips. “Right now, you do exactly as I say.”

The use of her name—and the quiet command in his voice—stilled her completely. Chandana and Vandana exchanged wide-eyed glances; they could hardly believe that their stern teacher offered no resistance at all.

Bharath handed the phone to Geetha, then slid his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against him. In full view of the camera he squeezed her waist and grazed her neck with his teeth, nipping lightly.

“Ahhh!” The soft cry escaped her before she could stop it; her fingers tightened around the phone.

“Miss, he’s going too far,” Vandana protested playfully. “Hit the rascal!”

Obediently, Geetha gave Bharath a gentle knuckle-tap on the head. He only smiled that wicked little smile and caught her earlobe between his teeth.

“Miss,” Chandana teased, “you’re spoiling him rotten.”

“Mmm…” was all Geetha managed, tilting her head to meet Bharath’s gaze as he brushed a kiss across her cheek.

Vandana tilted her head. “Isn’t Gautham Sir out there somewhere?”

“He’s outside,” Geetha answered, voice slightly breathless.

Chandana burst out laughing. “So strict in college, and now romancing a student!”

Geetha’s face flamed again. Abruptly she ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed.

Bharath raised an eyebrow. “Hey, what happened?”

“Was that really necessary—in front of them?” she demanded, though her tone wavered between embarrassment and lingering arousal. “Listen to what Chandu said. I can’t even look at myself. I have no shame left.”

She stepped out of his arms, muttering under her breath as she gathered her hair and tied it up with quick, slightly angry movements. “And you’re still calling me Geetha…”

“Sorry,” he said softly, reaching for her again. “Did it upset you that I used your name in front of them?”

She held up a hand to stop him. “Just go to sleep. You’re crossing every line, more and more each day.”

In one swift motion he spun her to face him, eyes locking onto hers, and pinched her waist playfully.

“Sss… move away,” she warned, but her voice trembled.

“I told you,” he said, a hint of arrogance lacing his words, “right now you do as I say.”

She feigned anger. “You little puppy, who are you to order me around?”

He leaned in until their noses brushed, his warm breath fanning across her lips. Resistance melted away; how could it not?

“Fine,” he whispered. “Then you tell me. Your puppy will do whatever you say.”

Her heart stuttered. This—this playful surrender—was what she loved most about him. She stared at him in silence, lips trembling.

“Tell me, Miss,” he coaxed. “What should I do? Go to sleep?”

His left arm circled her waist; he pulled her down onto his lap.

“Mmm…”

“Tell me…”

A helpless thought flickered through her mind: He really did lose control the moment I wore this dress.

“Don’t change the subject, Miss,” he murmured.

“But what you did in front of your husband… that was wrong.”

“Wrong or not,” he countered, voice husky, “did you like it?”

“Mmm…”

He advanced; she retreated step by step until the backs of her knees hit the bed and she sank onto the mattress. Bharath paused only long enough to retrieve the cake from the shelf near the door. He brought it to the bed, dipped his fingers into the thick chocolate cream, and smeared a generous streak across her throat.

Then he pounced—like a tiger claiming its prey—pinning her beneath him and fastening his mouth over the sweet trail.

“Ahhh!” Geetha’s passionate cry filled the room as her hands flew to his shoulders.

He licked the chocolate from her skin slowly, savoring it, his cool tongue sending shivers through her. She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip, body arching toward every stroke.

“Mmm… tell me, Miss,” he whispered between licks. “What should I do?”

“Do whatever you want,” she breathed.

“No… I should do what you say, remember?”

He traced another lick up her throat.

“Mmm… the cream will ruin the bed.”

“I don’t care.”

He painted her lips with chocolate like forbidden lipstick, then captured her upper lip between his teeth. Geetha moaned sweetly, sucking gently in response, their breaths mingling hot and urgent.

Bharath rose to his knees and stripped off his T-shirt in one fluid motion, tossing it aside. Geetha followed, kneeling to meet him, hands gripping his bare shoulders as she sought his mouth again. His palm pressed firmly against her back, crushing her to him, chest to chest, while he devoured her lips with unrestrained hunger.

She tangled her fingers in his hair and climbed fully into his lap, straddling his thighs. His hardness strained against his pajama bottoms, pressing warmly between her legs. Thigh against thigh, she rocked slowly, savoring the delicious friction, then rained kisses across his face.

“Mmm…” she sighed against his skin. “Grab the cake.”


Bharath grabbed the cake with one hand and set it beside them on the rumpled bedsheet. Geetha dipped her right index finger deep into the velvety chocolate frosting, scooping up a thick, cool dollop that clung sweetly to her skin. With a wicked sparkle in her dark eyes, she trailed it slowly across his bare chest, the cream leaving a glossy, chilled streak against his heated flesh. Then she leaned down, her warm breath ghosting over him first, before her soft tongue swept in a deliberate, languid arc, licking the sweetness away. The wet heat of her mouth sent a sharp, electric jolt racing through Bharath’s body, every nerve ending igniting as he shuddered beneath her.

“Ooh, Miss!” he gasped, the words tumbling out on a ragged exhale.

“Stay like that,” she whispered, her voice a low, sultry command that vibrated against his skin.

“Mmm…” He leaned back, palms pressing into the mattress behind him, his muscles taut as he surrendered to the exquisite torment.

Geetha traced slow, teasing circles around his nipple with her cream-slick finger, the cool frosting contrasting deliciously with the feverish throb of desire spiking through him. She followed the path with her plush, rosy lips—kissing, then licking his left nipple with deliberate swirls of her tongue—before catching it gently between her teeth and tugging.

“Miss…!” he cried out, voice cracking with raw need.

She pulled a fraction harder, the sharp pleasure-pain making him arch. “Did you listen when you bit me? Mmm…” She cut off his reply with a deep, devouring kiss, her lips tasting of rich chocolate and faint salt.

Bharath’s fingers knotted in the silken strands of her hair. He lifted her face, smeared a generous streak of cream along the soft curve of her left cheek, and lapped it away with slow, savoring strokes—his tongue warm and insistent, relishing the mingled flavors of cocoa and her flawless skin.

“I’ll eat the whole cake like this,” he murmured huskily against her cheek, his breath hot and uneven.

“Mmm… but I didn’t like you video-calling them,” Geetha said, her tone laced with lingering reproach even as her body melted against his. “They’ll think badly of me, saying I’m like this with a student.”

He wrapped her in a fierce hug, skin sliding against skin. “It’s okay, Miss. It’s just Chandu. Miss, you should be the one to arrange my first night with Chandu.”

“No! What are you saying?” she protested, though her voice wavered with reluctant intrigue.

“Yes, Miss. I want to be with you in front of Chandu.”

“Fie! That’s disgusting. Those are crazy ideas.”

His mouth found the slender column of her neck, tongue tracing wet, open-mouthed trails as he made soft, greedy slurping sounds. “Mmm… slurp… you have to agree, Miss. Chandu wants to see. She told me on the phone at the falls that day; that’s why I called her just now.”

“No… it’s not right,” she breathed, but the protest sounded fragile, half-hearted.

“It will be good. I’ll video-call and do it in front of her.”

“No…”

He pulled back just enough to lock eyes with her, the air between them thick with tension. “No?”

“No…” she repeated, coy and breathless, shaking her head as a shy flush bloomed across her cheeks.

With playful mischief, he nipped the tender flesh of her shoulder, teeth grazing just hard enough to sting sweetly.

“Aaah… no!” she yelped, the sound dissolving into laughter laced with desire.

“She wants to see.”

“Don’t do crazy things.”

She shifted deliberately on his lap, settling her warmth directly over the rigid length straining beneath his clothes. Slowly, sensuously, she began to sway—back and forth—grinding with a rhythm that drew a low hiss from her lips.

“Sss… stop talking and do this,” she urged, voice husky and trembling.

“Ooh, wait, Miss… there’s still time for that.”

“I’m getting wet,” she confessed in a throaty whisper, the words sending a fresh surge of heat through him.

“The whole night is ahead of us. Wait.”

He seized the cake once more and lavished thick smears of frosting across her beautiful face—over her high cheekbones, the slope of her nose, her full lips—until she wore a decadent mask of dark chocolate that began to warm and melt against her flushed skin.

“Why did you do this?” she asked, giggling helplessly, the sound light and intoxicating.

“It’s okay. Wait, I’ll eat it. Don’t move.”

“Mmm…”

He lowered his head to the soft swell of her chest, breathing her in. “Miss, I hid something from you.”

“What? Tell me,” she murmured tenderly, her fingers threading through his hair, stroking with soothing warmth.

“Before we came here, without Chandana knowing, I jumped the wall into Vandana’s room.”

“Why, boy? Is jumping walls necessary? Don’t you think about the trouble if you get caught? Anyway, what business did you have with Vandana?”

“Miss, it’s just…”

“Tell me.”

“Miss, you know I masturbate every day.”

“How many times have I told you to stop that?”

“I couldn’t help it, Miss. I can’t sleep without doing it. During tournament practice, I’d come home exhausted and fall asleep. Otherwise, I can’t sleep. That’s why I called you last night too.”

“You’ve become quite spoiled.”

“Miss, that day when I went to Vandana’s room, I wanted to have her do it. But…”

He fell silent, and Geetha’s heart stuttered, a cold flicker of dread cutting through the heat.

“Hey! Did you do something you shouldn’t have?”

“Miss…” He buried his face deeper into the plush warmth of her bosom, muffling his voice. “Don’t scold me, please… listen to the whole thing first.”

“Fine, tell me.”

“I rubbed mine against hers, and she kept saying ‘put it in, put it in’.”

Anger flared hot; Geetha’s palm cracked sharply against the back of his head.

“Did you put it in?”

“No, no…!”

“You rascal! Why do you scare me like that? Didn’t I scold you that day that doing all this is wrong? Haven’t you learned?”

“Haha… I just wanted to see what you’d say.”

“If I find out you’ve romanced those two again before this one year is over, I’ll kill you.”

“Okay… I won’t do it without telling you.”

She reached to wipe the tacky, drying cream from her cheeks, but he caught her wrist gently.

“Look, it’s drying. To hell with your craziness.”

“Haha… wait.”

Cradling the back of her head, he began to lick the cake from her face with eager, puppy-like enthusiasm—long, wet strokes of his tongue gathering the sweet, melting chocolate, tasting the subtle salt of her skin beneath.

“Where did I ever find you? Every day you come up with a new madness.”

“You’re a teacher; it’s hard for me even to find time to be with you. And in between, there’s Gautham Garu. If I married you, I’d do it in a new way every day.”

“As if anything is lacking now, you dog! You’re licking me like a dog.”

“Hahaha…!”

He lapped away every last trace until her skin glowed clean and dewy. Geetha, breathless with giggles at his antics, subtly clenched her thighs, trying to ease the insistent, throbbing ache building deep inside her.

“You said your back hurts. Why are you moving now?”

“Mmm… it’s poking me and causing a tingling sensation.”

“Shall we take off the clothes then?”

“Mmm… take them off.”

“I licked you after pouring mango juice that day, right?”

“Yes…”

“Now I’ll smear this cream and lick you all over.”

“Won’t you sleep then?”

“How can I sleep without masturbating?”

“Aha!” She gazed at him with playful affection and captured his smiling mouth in a fierce kiss.

Geetha cupped his face, sucking greedily on his lips as Bharath eased the thin straps from her shoulders. She lifted her arms willingly, the fabric whispering down her body to pool at her waist. His left hand closed gently around one full, heavy breast—the skin satin-smooth, the weight perfect in his palm—while his right hand clamped possessively at her waist. Their mouths crashed together again, tongues tangling in a messy exchange of lingering chocolate-sweet saliva. As his fingers kneaded and teased her sensitive flesh, she moaned deep into his mouth, then bit his lower lip with passionate hunger.

He retaliated in kind. “I’ll bite and eat you up.”

“Mmm… crazy dog.”

They plunged into another searing kiss. His hands squeezed the lush curve of her hips, pulling her impossibly closer as he rocked beneath her, the friction between their clothed thighs building a scorching, slippery heat. Geetha’s soft, needy whimpers—“Mmm, mmm, mmm”—filled the air, mingling with their ragged, unsynchronized breaths.

He felt the warm dampness seeping through the thin barrier of fabric between them. “Why is it getting wet?”

“I told you, take off the clothes.”

“Can I tell you one thing?”

“Hmm.”

“You’re obsessed with sex; you just don’t say it out loud.”

“Why would you say that? I’m not; you just don’t listen.”

“Oh please… doing it with two men on the same day without wanting to…”

She silenced him with a finger pressed to his swollen lips. “Chi! Stop it, don’t say that.”

Bharath nuzzled into the soft hollow of her right armpit, inhaling deeply—the intimate, musky warmth of her body mingled with faint traces of jasmine and sweat, a scent that flooded him with raw desire. A fresh wave of molten heat crashed through Geetha.

“Hah… do you know how great this smell is?”

“No, please, don’t say anything. You’re a madman, and this is a madness of yours.”

“Fine, lift your arm.”

“No way…”

“You like it, don’t you?”

“I do, but…”

“But what? Is this anything new?”

Wordlessly, she raised her arm high. His tongue swept broad, deliberate paths across the smooth, pink skin of her armpit—warm, wet, and thorough—like a bear reveling in hidden honey. Each stroke sent lightning bolts of pleasure straight to her core; she clenched her jaw against the intensity. “Sss…”

“Miss, what I wanted to say is, this smell gave me the motivation to study. I came to tuition every day just for this smell.”

She tapped his head lightly, half-scolding, half-amused. “Dirty fellow! It was all a trick. I thought you were a good boy.”

“I am good, just not with you.”

He licked upward again in one long, lavish stroke.

“Hh… lick down there instead. I’m getting an itch.”

“Oh, how can I do that? When you teach, do you teach addition, subtraction, and multiplication first and then trigonometry, matrices, and geometry, or the other way around? This is the same. I’ll eat these first, then I’ll eat that.”

While he spoke, his tongue danced quick, tickling flicks across the sensitive skin, and Geetha collapsed backward in helpless, breathless laughter.

“Ush… no, chi…!”

“Now, both arms up.”

“Is it mandatory?”

“Hey, why do you even ask? Lift them.”

Playfully biting her lower lip, Geetha slowly raised both arms high above her head, the soft skin of her underarms exposed and glistening faintly with a sheen of nervous perspiration. Her eyes fluttered shut, lashes trembling, as she couldn’t bear the scorching intensity of Bharath’s hungry gaze any longer. He dipped his fingers into the rich, velvety chocolate cake, scooping a generous dollop of the thick, sweet cream that carried the deep, intoxicating aroma of cocoa and vanilla. Gently, he rubbed it into the sensitive hollow of her left armpit, the cool cream contrasting sharply with the warmth of her skin, sending an electric shiver racing through her body like a thousand tiny feathers.

"Mmm… I told you no," she murmured breathlessly, her voice a husky blend of protest and reluctant delight, "but you won't listen. It feels so weird... so ticklish."

"Have patience for just five minutes, Miss," Bharath replied, his voice low and teasing, laced with mischief as his warm breath ghosted over her skin.

He mirrored the gesture on her right armpit, smearing the luscious chocolate cream in slow, deliberate strokes, its silky texture gliding like fragrant sandalwood paste over her smooth, shaved skin. The faint scent of her floral deodorant mingled with the rich chocolate, creating an intoxicating haze. Gripping her slender waist with firm hands—his palms hot and slightly calloused against her soft curves—he steadied her swaying body. Then he bent down, his hot, wet tongue pressing into the creamy hollow of her left armpit, slurping greedily with broad, rasping strokes that made the sensitive nerves ignite. The salty-sweet tang of her skin blended with the decadent chocolate on his tongue as Geetha erupted into uncontrollable, breathless laughter, her body twisting and swaying, ribs heaving with each helpless giggle.

Leaning deeper into the plush warmth of her chest, he cupped and squeezed the full, jasmine-scented swell over her racing heart, the soft flesh yielding like ripe fruit under his fingers. His tongue flicked out to lap at the small, red hibiscus bud of her nipple, now hardened into a tight, aching peak from the cool air and rising arousal. A sharp, delicious shiver bolted through her core, and she groaned sweetly, eyes squeezed shut—"Amm…"—the sound vibrating deep in her throat like a purr.

Pausing only briefly, he traced a perfect circle of the remaining cake cream around her left nipple, the cool sweetness making it pucker even tighter before he lapped it clean with slow, torturous swirls of his tongue, savoring the mingled flavors of chocolate and her faint, natural musk.

"Mmm…!" she gasped, the sound sharp and needy, her back arching involuntarily.

He eased her back against the soft mattress, his large palms covering both breasts completely, squeezing them with possessive reverence—the heavy, warm weight of them overflowing his grasp, skin silky and flushed. "They are so full and wonderful, Miss," he whispered huskily, his breath hot against her ear. "Not everyone has them like this—these perfect, heavy curves."

"Ah! How many times will you say that?" Geetha protested faintly, her voice trembling, though her body betrayed her, pressing eagerly into his touch.

His hands slid lower, cupping and squeezing her firm, rounded buns from below like plush coconut-fiber cushions, the flesh dimpling under his strong fingers.

"Aaah!" she cried out, the sound raw and electric.

Finally meeting his smoldering eyes, she wove her fingers into his thick hair, the strands damp with sweat, and pulled him firmly against her heaving heart. As his tongue flicked and teased the sweet, sensitive little nipple—now slick and glistening—soft, melodic moans escaped her lips, her body melting backward onto the rumpled sheets. Bharath followed seamlessly, his weight settling atop her like a warm blanket, and he suckled deeply, rhythmically, like a starving infant. The wet, rhythmic sounds filled the room, mingling with Geetha's rising whimpers as her desire surged to a boiling, unbearable heat, her skin prickling with goosebumps.

Driven by instinct, her hands scrambled desperately for the loose waistband of his pajamas, tugging with frantic need, the fabric whispering against his skin. He caught her wrist in a gentle but iron grip, halting her.

"Sss… I don't know how you're holding back," she whispered hoarsely, her breath coming in hot pants against his neck, "but I can't. You puppy, we can do all this tomorrow. I’ll buy you another cake if you want. Just take off the pants—please."

Even as she pleaded, her voice thick and dripping with raw desperation, he gathered both her wrists in one hand, pinning them securely above her head against the pillow. With the other, he resumed his relentless worship of her breasts—alternating between them, licking broad paths through the lingering traces of cream, suckling until the wet sounds echoed obscenely and her lust overflowed, slick and burning between her thighs.

"Mmm… ah… you must listen to your teacher," she gasped between shudders. "You shouldn't tease me like this—it’s torture."

Guiding his head lower with trembling fingers, she urged him on. He trailed open-mouthed kisses down the quivering plane below her heart, his saliva leaving cool, wet trails that evaporated quickly in the heated air. Lifting the hem of her dress with deliberate slowness, the fabric rustling softly, he revealed her glistening flower—petals swollen and slick with arousal, the musky, feminine scent rising like an intoxicating perfume. Deliberately ignoring it, he nuzzled his nose into her navel, the tip brushing the sensitive indent as he kissed and tongued the delicate button deeply, his hot breath fanning across her belly.

"Oof…!" she exclaimed, her abdomen clenching sharply.

"Miss, give me some cream," he murmured against her skin, his voice vibrating through her core.

"Mmm, hurry up," she urged, hips shifting restlessly. "How much cream are you going to eat? I’m burning..."

He nipped the soft, tender flesh just below her navel—teeth grazing sharply before releasing with a playful snap, the sting blooming into heat.

"Aaaaaa!" she screamed, the sound piercing and raw, echoing off the walls.

"If you don't give it," he warned with a wicked grin, his lips brushing her skin, "I’ll bite again."

"Mmm…"

Tears of overwhelming passion welled in Geetha's eyes—hot, salty trails slipping down her flushed cheeks as pleasure bordered on agony. With shaking fingers, she scooped the last of the cream and smeared it into her navel, the cool sweetness pooling in the shallow dip. Bharath's breath grew ragged and heavy as he plunged his warm, agile tongue into the sugary pit like a plow through fertile soil, slurping noisily, the vibrations sending jolts straight to her core. Her entire body arched violently, hips bucking as if shocked by lightning.

"Ah…!"

"Miss, I have to kiss every inch," he growled, voice thick with lust.

"I’ll give it whenever you ask," she promised in a broken whisper, "but for now, enough—please, I need more."

Undeterred, he ventured lower, gently lifting her knees and dbanging them over the mattress edges, the sheets cool against her heated skin. Burying his face between her trembling thighs—the faint scratch of his stubble deliciously abrasive—he pressed his ravenous lips to her blooming flower, inhaling deeply the heady, intoxicating scent of her arousal mixed with lingering chocolate. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her like tidal surges, lightning strikes of pure pleasure electrifying every nerve; her legs turned to jelly, thighs quivering uncontrollably. The first bold stroke of his tongue—hot, wet, and insistent—drew gasps from her throat as she twitched and thrashed like a fish gasping on dry land—"Ah… ah… mmm…"—the wet, rhythmic sounds of his feasting filling the air.

Suddenly, he pulled back, leaving her aching and empty.

"Mmm… don't stop," she begged, voice cracking with need.

"Wait," he teased, his lips glistening.

He trailed the remnants of cream along her inner thighs—cool streaks that made her skin tingle—then lavished slow, tormenting kisses there, his tongue tracing patterns while deliberately avoiding her throbbing core. Geetha gripped his hair desperately, trying to guide him, but he turned away stubbornly, the hot gusts of his breath teasing her slick folds without mercy. Frustration boiling over, she swatted the back of his head sharply.

"Ah! Why are you hitting me?"

"You thief!" she scolded, breathless and furious, her chest heaving. "Why are you teasing me like this? Lick that—now!"

Smiling devilishly, his eyes dark with lust, he leaned in and captured her swollen clitoris gently between his lips, biting down with exquisite pressure.

"Ammah…!"

He released it with a soft pop and traced her slick vertical lips with the flat of his tongue, savoring the salty-sweet flood of her nectar.

"Aash… mmm… haas…!"

When his tongue flicked her clitoris again—rapid, merciless flicks—her navel sucked in sharply, abs clenching. A violent shudder ripped through her as she erupted in a gushing spray of warm nectar—"Chusuk!"—her hips grinding desperately against his mouth in sobbing waves of bliss—"Amma… oof… hh…"—the intense, musky flavor coating his tongue as he drank her in.

Finally, he licked her clean once more, the aftershocks making her twitch, then trailed lazy kisses up her sweat-slicked body to nuzzle her neck, tasting the salt of her skin.

"Is it over?" he whispered softly, his voice rough.

"Mmm…" she hummed shyly, body limp and glowing, still trembling with afterglow.

"If you scream that loudly," he teased, nipping her earlobe, "maybe Gautham Garu heard it downstairs—the whole house might know."

"If he asks," she replied with a lazy, sated smile, her voice husky, "I’ll tell him something... anything."

Bharath rose fluidly, shedding his pajamas with a soft rustle, the fabric pooling at his feet. Naked now, his skin flushed and glistening with sweat, he knelt on the bed, proudly displaying his rigid manhood—veins pulsing, a single glistening drop of precum beading at the tip like dew. The sight reignited Geetha's fire; crawling forward on shaky limbs, she grasped the hot, velvet-hard length—throbbing in her palm, radiating heat—and stroked it slowly, feeling it twitch under her touch.

Biting her lip with fierce passion, eyes hooded, she murmured, "This has become quite arrogant... so thick and hot. My baby was hiding for so long."



"Oof… Miss, is it really you talking like this?" he groaned, hips jerking slightly.

"You like it, don't you? Hearing your teacher so filthy?"

"Yes…"

He shifted closer, his hands sliding behind her shoulders, fingers tangling in her damp, fragrant hair—gathering it into a firm ponytail. Kissing her neck deeply, teeth grazing the pulse point, he commanded in a low rumble, "Now you lick me—taste what you've done."

"Mmm…"

Geetha bent obediently, her breath hot against him, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the swollen head, tasting the salty bead of precum.

"Oof… our milky teacher has become very dirty," he groaned, voice straining.

"You're the one who made me dirty, you fellow—who turned me into this wanton mess."

Spotting her phone tossed near the pillow, Bharath retrieved it and, with a wicked gleam, initiated another video call to Chandana. The insistent ringing pierced the heavy, sex-scented air.

"Hey… no," Geetha protested weakly, a fresh flush creeping up her neck.

He tapped her cheek lightly with his throbbing manhood—the hot, silky skin brushing her lips—making her glance up in playful annoyance.

"You’ll get beaten, Teacher," he said firmly, his commanding tone sending a thrilling shiver down her spine. "Do as I say."

The dominance in his voice sparked a new, submissive thrill deep in her belly. Smiling secretly, lips curving against him, she trailed another kiss lower, along the underside of the shaft.

"Yes, good girl…" he laughed breathlessly, approval rumbling in his chest.

"You're overstepping your bounds," she murmured, though her eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Oh? Then smear the remaining cream there and lick it clean," he challenged, voice edged with tease, "or else leave. I’ll find another aunty tomorrow—who begs less."

In feigned outrage, she reached up and pinched his heavy testicles sharply—skin warm and velvety under her fingers. Bharath yelped in genuine pain, body jolting.

"Aaaa! No, let go, let go…!"

She released him slowly, her triumphant grin wicked and breathless as the power shifted playfully between them once more.