Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

He gently kissed Geeta's cheek and pulled his T-shirt over his head, exposing his smooth, hairless chest. Seeing the prominent veins in his neck, Geeta felt a sweet sensation course through her. She placed her cream-covered right hand in the middle of his chest, exploring its softness, then moved her fingers to his barely visible six-pack and pinched him playfully.


Bharat flinched with a soft "Hah..."

She bit her lip, a faint smile playing on her face.

"You dropped cream, Miss..."

She pushed him back, and he leaned against the sofa handle. Geeta leaned over him, placed her face on his chest, and touched her lips to the cream on his heart. Bharat began to tremble, a delicious shiver running through him. She licked the cream off her lips. At that touch, Bharat felt like he was floating on clouds. He closed his eyes and bowed his head, his navel trembling, his stomach caving in.

"S... Miss."

She covered his mouth with her index finger and stroked his lips.

"Shh..."

“Is it me doing all this? It feels like my desires are 

growing stronger all of a sudden.”

Bharat was leaning against the sofa handle, his two legs folded to the left, and he felt uncomfortable, unable to stay in that position.

"Miss, can you get up for a moment?"

She looked into Bharat's eyes and kissed his cheek. "Why?"

"You're leaning on my legs. Move."

She immediately got up silently and sat down. Bharat also got up and sat down, avoiding her gaze. Geeta wasn't looking at him either, a quiet awkwardness settling. He kissed her neck, somewhat hesitantly. Geeta melted into the touch, reaching back to grab Bharat's hair.

"Ah..."

"I like you, Miss," he confessed, his voice a soft murmur. Saying that, he stroked her back on the right side, then pressed her right shoulder.

"Mmm..."

"I made you angry yesterday, but Miss, honestly, I'm crazy about your scent. That's why I couldn't stop myself and did that." He avoided bringing up the specific incident from the previous day, wondering what she would say. "It would be nice if there was a little more chocolate."

Geeta pouted her lips shyly.

"Miss, your laugh," Bharat began, his voice earnest. "I'm not really flattering you, but how were you born so beautiful, Miss?"

Geeta, delighted, turned her face away and buried her head to the right, a blush rising on her cheeks.

"I'll stay a little longer.”

"Hmm," she agreed, her voice barely a whisper.

He leaned back, put his leg behind Geeta's, placed a cushion on the sofa handle, rested his head, and closed his eyes.

Geeta turned her neck and looked at Bharat's bare chest. As she touched it with her left hand, a tingle spread through her body. The warmth of his chest flowed through her fingers. She stroked upwards, reaching his neck, then leaned over him, lifted her legs off the ground, sat on the sofa, and placed her face in front of Bharat's.

He opened his eyes. She looked away, shyly.

"Miss, look."

She looked; he was smiling mischievously.

"Miss, ah, ah, stick your tongue out straight to my lips."

Geeta, surprised but intrigued, did as he said, extending her tongue straight towards Bharat's mouth.

"Keep it like that."

She nodded suspiciously.

"I'll tell you, wait."

Then, saliva dripped from the edge of Geeta's tongue like a stream, and drops of what tasted like sugar syrup fell into Bharat's mouth. He swallowed it, a strange pleasure coursing through him. Geeta found it strange and couldn't bear to watch, so she tried to get up, but he stopped her gently.

"What happened, Miss?"

"Why did you do that?"

"Why, you asked for it like that," he replied, a hint of playfulness in his voice.

"I don't know, it felt strange."

He held Geeta's face, his thumbs caressing her cheeks. "I want a little more. Give it to me, Miss."

Geeta didn't overthink it. This time too, she stuck out her tongue, and after a few moments, it dripped. He slurped it up, lifted his head, and took her lips.

"At this age, what are these games for him? 

Where did he see this, I wonder?"

They both engaged in a French kiss, a soft, intimate dance of their tongues.

"Did you like it?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur against her lips.

"I don't know..."

"Miss, suck my tongue." Saying that, he stuck his tongue out. Geeta covered it with her two lips, moved her neck up and down, and sucked it. She stopped as saliva began to dribble from her mouth.

"Miss, it's sweet," he whispered, a shiver running through Geeta as he spoke. She smiled mischievously.

He wiped a drop of sweat from Geeta's forehead with his finger and, as she watched, put it in his mouth and tasted it.

"Tch... what madness is this, you crazy..." Geeta exclaimed, a mixture of exasperation and delight in her tone.

"You wouldn't understand."

Geeta sat up, and Bharat also got up, their earlier closeness momentarily broken.

"Miss, I'll smell it."

"No, that's enough, go home," she said, her voice firm but laced with a hint of something else.

He leaned in, licking just below her ear.

"Ah..." Geeta gasped, a soft shiver running through her.

"Miss, don't you like it when I smell you, Miss?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"It's not like that, dear."

"Then what else?" He knelt on the sofa, his aroused penis unmistakably pushing forward in his pants. Geeta caught a glimpse of it, and her body began to heat up.

"Miss, tell me."

"Ha..."

"What's 'ha'?"

Geeta had no answer; her gaze remained fixed between Bharat's legs. He leaned forward a little, covered her left hand with his palm on her wrist, brought it up, and pressed it against his bulging hardon. The trembling in Geeta's fingers didn't stop. She held it and squeezed. A thunderbolt struck Bharat, and his eyes lost strength, closing in a haze of pleasure.

"Hah..."

He slowly leaned to the right and buried his nose under Geeta's right armpit.

"Iss..." At that touch, she flinched and squeezed Bharat's penis harder.

"Ha... Miss..." He kissed her under the shoulder. In a daze, she lifted her hand a little. 

Bharat leaned even further down and put his nose in her armpit. When he inhaled and exhaled, his warm breath aroused her further.

"Ah..."

He held Geeta's hand and lifted it higher. She grabbed his head for a better grip. He came up and put his face next to hers. Geeta turned her neck and looked at Bharat.

"Will you kiss me?"

In pleasure, she nodded vertically. He brought his lips to hers. Geeta kissed him. As she held Bharat's hair with her right hand and kissed him, her left hand was squeezing his hardon. Unable to bear it, he released her lips and groaned.

"Aa... H... Miss, a little slower, please."

"Okay..." Her fingers stroked the length of his penis, and her thumb pressed at its tip.

Bharat sat like that, trembling, eyes closed, trying to compose himself. Geeta continued to squeeze him upon his pants with her fingers.

"Were you angry because I didn't give it to you yesterday?"

"When I ask, you should give it. You are my puppy."

He licked her earlobe. Geeta's nipples tingled.

"Ss... Hah."

Then Bharat blurted it out, a sudden, bold question. Geeta was surprised, her breath catching.

"Miss, there's a bra inside, right?" He bit his tongue, instantly regretting his words.

Geeta turned her back and buried her face in his back, hiding in a surge of anxiety and shyness.

She let go of him, moved aside, turned around, and held Bharat's chin. He flinched with a slight fear in his eyes.

"Look here."

He slowly lifted his head, his gaze hesitant.

"Why?"

"That, that..." he stammered, searching for words.

"Tell me, it's okay."

"Miss, I wanted to see it like that."

She smiled a little, a gentle understanding in her eyes. "It's okay, I know you feel that way, but I can't be like that, Bharat, I'm shy."

"If I thought wrong, please forgive me, Miss."

"Hey, no, dear. That's why I said enough," she reassured him, her voice soft.

"Hmm."

"If you want a kiss, just ask, okay?"

"Hmm." He looked at the space between Geeta's legs shyly. It was bulging, pushing against his pants.

"Ah... it's throbbing," 

She looked up at Bharat. His face was red with shyness. He couldn't look directly at Geeta. Slowly, she poked it with her index finger.

"Hah... Miss, no."

"Why?" She laughed softly and poked it again.

"Aa..."

"Haha... It really bounces, dear," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Miss, I'll go now," he said, his voice strained.

"Why?" She pressed the tip with her thumb, a soft, deliberate pressure.

"Please, Miss, don't do that." Bharat was building up inside, a desperate tension gripping him. He didn't know when it would release. They both looked intensely into each other's eyes, a silent communication passing between them.

"Does anyone sit like this with their T-shirt off in front of a teacher?" Geeta challenged, her voice a low murmur.

"We're friends, right?" He smiled mischievously, a glint in his eye.

"Aha... Is that what you say?" Saying that, to tease him, she held his bulge with four fingers and squeezed it. Bharat trembled and put his hand on Geeta's shoulder, squeezing in return. Her nerves twisted, a pleasurable sensation.

"Ah..."

At what Geeta was doing, his underwear, which was over his penis inside his pants, slipped down and was now bunched at the bottom of his pants. The heat in Geeta's hand increased even more; she also understood what had happened.

Unable to bear the pleasure of Geeta's hand, he leaned back, a soft groan escaping his lips.

"Aa... H... Miss, please." He held his breath, trying to control himself. He closed his eyes and swayed, a dizzying sensation washing over him. Geeta wondered how he could hold on for so long, just like yesterday.

He leaned forward and buried his nose in Geeta's neck.

"Mmmmm..." she hummed, a soft sound of contentment.

She let go. Bharat, panting, buried his face in Geeta's neck and barely held on, his body trembling with the effort of control.

Geeta put Bharat's head on her shoulder and said, "Puppy, if you don't listen to what I say, I'll get angry."

"Ah... I'll listen, Miss," he promised, his voice muffled against her skin.

"You're studying well today, and your marks were good too. Don't do like yesterday, okay? You're not a kid; you need to study. Play games and watch movies during holidays. From tomorrow, it's only studying, nothing else."

"Miss, will you kiss me every day?" he asked, a hopeful note in his voice.

"Hey..."

"Please, Miss."

"Didn't I just say you'd listen to me?"

"But..."

"Shh, silent... Bharat, just lie like this for a while." She leaned back on the sofa and made him lie on her lap, his head resting comfortably.

"It's cold, isn't it?"

"Yes... It'll be until March."

"Hmm..."

"Nothing happened after you left yesterday. Goutham had a flight in the morning, so we slept. He went to Canada and won't be back for another two months. Will you come to Canada with me"

“Really” he questioned in surprise.

“Yes. We’ll go to Canada after your exams.”

"Okay," he murmured, content in her embrace.

Geeta looked around, then hugged him closer, pressing his hardon against her navel as she lay down.

"Ss..." she hissed, a soft, indrawn breath.

"Oh, if he puts it on my pleats, my heart will sink. 

Ugh... Geeta, don't let it come out of his pants."

"Should I get up, Miss?"

Biting her lips, she held Bharat's waist and pulled him closer, pressing him further into her navel.

"If we sleep like this all night, no, no."

"Ah... F..." Bharat groaned, a sound of both pleasure and burgeoning discomfort.

"Stay like this, dear... Sleep."

"Miss, you're my best friend," he whispered, his voice soft with emotion.

"Haha..." she chuckled, a warm sound.

He hugged Geeta, savored the scent of her neck, and lay on her lap like a small child, drifting into a peaceful slumber.


Bharat, bare-chested, found blissful repose across Geetha's lap, his legs dbangd over her, his chest a warm weight against her heart. He closed his eyes, savoring the warmth, then burrowed deeper into the curve of her neck, his breathing steady in sleep, his entire being surrendered to her.

Geetha's hands, initially resting on his shoulders, drifted slowly downwards, tracing paths beneath his arms and around his back. Even in his semi-conscious state, his member remained a hot, persistent presence against her navel. He held her hips from below, a primal anchor.

Lifting her head, Geetha’s soft fingers gently massaged his spine, sliding sideways. Bharat’s touch, even in his slumber, fanned the embers of her own desire. When she pressed her fingers into the hollow of his lower back and moved them upwards, a soft moan escaped Bharat’s lips. He lightly squeezed Geetha's hips in response.

“Ss…” Geetha breathed, a playful chuckle escaping her. She placed two fingers on his back and stroked upwards, eliciting a deeper tremor from him. Geetha tightened her grip on his hips, and as he trembled, his member pressed against her navel, throbbing. Bharat’s left hand moved back and forth twice, and Geetha’s sari pallu shifted, revealing more of her.

Now, only the thin fabric of his track pants separated his hardon from her navel. Above her navel, barely an inch below her cleavage, the head of his member protruded, rubbing against her.

“Ah… you puppy,” Geetha murmured, a soft gasp escaping her.

In a sleepy stupor, Bharat responded with a low, “Uh…” He was lost in the sensation of his member rubbing against the soft curve of her waist. A rising tide of desire was heating both their bodies.

Bharat’s dick yearned for friction, and in his daze, he began to rub rhythmically against Geetha’s navel.

“Ah… what is he doing? No!” A shiver ran through Geetha as Bharat pressed against her, enveloping her in a daze.

“Iss…” she moaned loudly, her nails digging into his back.

The sharp sensation jolted Bharat awake. He lifted his head, his gaze meeting Geetha's. “I didn’t notice, Miss.”

“Uh… it’s okay. Go back to sleep.” Geetha’s voice was a soft whisper.

But Bharat couldn’t. The pressure was building, threatening to burst. He tried to move, to rise from her. Geetha’s fingers wove into his hair, and she held his gaze, her chin signaling a silent question: "What?" She cupped his face, her eyes searching his flustered, shifting pupils.

A distressed look clouded Bharat’s face as he struggled for words. Geetha’s hand moved to his cheek, stroking it, her expression still questioning.

“Miss…” Bharat pleaded.

“Leave him, he’s uncomfortable. Let him go.”

Geetha lifted her head and gently kissed Bharat’s upper lip. He gripped her hips on both sides, returning the kiss with a fiery passion. As his fingers pressed into the curves of her buttocks, she twisted, biting and holding his lip with hers.

His member, still hot and throbbing, was tormented, unable to release or stop, burning against her waist. Bharat’s anxiety intensified. He pulled away from her lips, a groan escaping him.

“Miss…”

“Hah…” Geetha gasped, then reconnected their lips. Bharat could take no more. Even as he struggled, Geetha tightened her hands behind his head, around his neck, trapping his lips.

“Fuck Geetha… what are you doing to him?”

“I want to see.”

Believing Geetha was simply kissing him, he swiftly moved his left hand from her waist, arched his back, pulled his member from his pants, angled it to the left, and pulled the foreskin back slightly. All the pent-up pressure released onto her clothes. With his right hand, he held Geetha’s head and began to suck her lips passionately himself. Geetha let go.

“Ha… Uff… Off…” Bharat panted, burying his face in her neck, catching his breath. 

Geetha’s gaze drifted downwards; she realized he had put his pants on during the kiss. A soft chuckle escaped her as she recalled her fleeting curiosity.

“Miss… Miss…” Bharat murmured, still breathing heavily.

“Go to sleep, puppy…”

At her words, Bharat instantly calmed, his eyes closing in peaceful slumber.

Half an hour later, he stirred, rising from Geetha's lap to sit beside her. Geetha’s hand moved to his chest, stroking it slowly.

He leaned close to her ear. “Miss, next Friday is Shivaratri. Saturday is also a holiday, so we have three days off, Miss.”

“Ha…”

“Miss, there’s a Shiva temple near my hometown. It’s not as big as the Rajanna temple at Vemulawaada, but it’s nice. We used to go every year when we were kids, but we don’t go anymore.”

“Hmm…”

He bit her earlobe, and Geetha laughed, a soft moan escaping her lips. “Ah…”

“Miss, I’ll tell you something. You should speak only after I’m done.”

She pulled Bharat closer, looking into his eyes, and gave a silent assent.

“Miss, there’s also a hill there. If you trek, there’s even a lake on top of the hill.”

“A lake on a hill?”

“Yes, it’s true, you won’t believe it. Miss, shall we go for two days?” He asked, then moved away nervously, anticipating her response. Geetha’s initial excitement waned. She pinched Bharat’s thigh.

“Oh, you want to go on a trip? Who’s going to study then?”

Bharat laughed, a genuine, delighted sound. “So you’d like to come? I thought you’d scold me.”

Geetha was momentarily speechless. Yes, she didn’t directly say why she wouldn’t come. She really liked going on tours.

“No, don’t. You have exams. Anyway…” Geetha’s words trailed off.

“Miss, why stay at home all the time? Come, Miss. I know everything there. It’s not new to me, but it will be new to you. It’s very beautiful. Do you know that when you climb the hill, it feels like the clouds are touching us? We’ll go to the temple on Friday evening, my uncle there will give us a room, we’ll sleep, and then early Saturday morning, we’ll go to the hill and come back from there.”

Hearing his enthusiastic description, Geetha felt a mix of apprehension and doubt. 

“Bharat, we can’t go alone like that.”

“Why, Miss?”

“You won’t understand.”

“Miss, no one knows you there, and to be honest, I don’t have many acquaintances either. It’s just a familiar place. We can enjoy for two days, and it won’t cost much either. Miss, I really want to go like that with my best friend, please don’t say no.”

As soon as he uttered those words, it was as if a spell had been cast on Geetha, an inexplicable urge to agree. She remained silent, lost in thought. Bharat took both her hands.

“Miss, it’s my responsibility to make sure you don’t face any discomfort…” he said affectionately, moving closer.

“But Bharat…”

“Miss, don’t think too much. Let’s just go. We’ll go in your car. The journey won’t be a problem for us either.”

“I need to tell Gautam.”

“Okay, Miss… We still have nine days, so it’s fine.”
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 To be continued………