Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Just then, as Bharat bent forward slightly, his penis touched and pressed against her, pressure poked onto fabric, sending tremors beneath the pleats, precisely on her labia. 


Geetha’s lower back suddenly felt heavy, and her body floated in the air. From Bharat’s shorts, it poked out, touching her left thigh one moment, and her wetness and pleats the next.

"Aah… Bharat, come up."

"Hmm… Miss, please." As he plunged his tongue into her navel and pulled it up, Geetha felt as if she were being lifted entirely. She grabbed Bharat’s head with both hands and pulled him up. As they looked at each other with desire in their eyes, Bharat inhaled deeply with excitement, his breath heavily touching her lips.

"Puppy, let's kiss then." A spark ignited in Bharat’s eyes.

"I want to, Miss."

Caressing his face gently, she lifted her neck and offered her upper lip. He took her upper lip, and as he bent down, Geetha's head rested on the pillow, and he eagerly sucked her upper lip. She stopped. Both were breathing heavily.

"Haa… slow."

"Okay, Miss." He held her face with both hands, smiled, and kissed her again. They kissed each other's lips, separated, moaned, kissed again, laughed, and then rejoined their lips.

Geetha's desire in her hand wouldn't stop. She brought her right hand down and grasped Bharat’s manhood, on his shorts, resting on her waist. He broke the kiss in shock.

"Ha… Miss."

She looked at him lustfully and squeezed it. Bharat's knees trembled. "Hah…"

She moved her fingers, stroking him from bottom to top. He closed his eyes in pleasure, remaining like a statue. As she held Bharat’s head with her left hand and kissed his lips, while squeezing his penis with her right hand, he remained still, a slave to Geetha.

“Ah, I don't want to let go of it. 

I don't know what's happening to me. 

I don't quite understand what he must be thinking.”

For a few minutes, they both kissed each other's lips, while Geetha squeezed his penis. Bharat composed himself slightly, regained control, and began to kiss Geetha passionately. He kissed her neck, then her chin, and licked her earlobes.

"Ah, Bharat, where did you learn all this?"

"Learn what, Miss?"

"Licking the navel."

"Oh, that. I read it in a story. Did you like it, Miss?" He kissed her neck and then placed his lips in front of hers again.

"Yes… I liked it." He kissed her lips. Geetha squeezed his penis tightly and started shaking it, still through his shorts.

"Haan… Miss… I’ll lick it every day, Miss. Do you want me to?"

"Yes… No, no."

"Tell me, Miss."

"I'll tell you later."

"Ss… R… Okay, Mmm… Miss…"

Geetha began to squeeze and shake his manhood even harder.

“Geetha, put your hand inside.”

“Oh no, I can’t.”

Bharat’s manhood fit comfortably in Geetha’s hand, as he wasn’t wearing underwear. She tormented Bharat by kneading it with her fingers.

"Iss… Ha…" He bent down and kissed her neck and between her boobs.

"Ah…"

Geetha’s hand speed increased. Bharat was close to climaxing. He rubbed his nose near her ear.

"Miss, if you want to hold it, hold it." Geetha was stunned when he said that. Her hand stopped.

"Miss, I promise, you can do anything, don't worry. No one will know anything." At his words, Geetha felt a sense of wanting to do something forbidden. Bharat kissed her lips again. She gave in and started shaking his manhood.

"Hmm… Puppy."

"Hah, Miss…" He couldn't hold back and ejaculated thick, warm semen into his shorts, some of it passed through fabric, warm onto Geetha’s fingers.

"Ah, Bharat."

Geetha’s phone rang. Startled, she looked at it.

"Yes, Miss… I know what you want, just admit it…" Bharat murmured, but Geetha didn't heed his words; her attention was on the phone.

It’s Goutham.

Bharath just left her. Drifted aside, he decided Geetha would be on call for sometime with Goutham. Closing eyes, he fell asleep.


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The phone rang. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw the alarm. She turned it off and looked beside her. Bharat's face was buried in her armpit. He was sound asleep, his hand resting on her waist. She brushed back the hair falling on her face with her fingers and sat up. She gently moved Bharat's hand aside and got up, adjusting her saree. She went about her morning chores. Bharat was still asleep. Since it was Sunday, she didn't wake him. An hour later, she went to take a bath.


She took off her clothes, filled a bucket with hot water, and as she poured it over herself and began to bathe, the bathroom door suddenly opened. 

Frightened, she clung to the wall like a cat. Her fair body, wet with water, looked like moisture on cheese. 

She looked back to see Bharat frozen, eyes wide, staring at her naked backside, surprised, then immediately scared, and quickly closed the door. 

Geetha was speechless. 

From outside, Bharat’s flustered voice came, "I didn't see anything, Miss, sorry Miss, I didn't see, I had to use the toilet. Sorry, Miss."

“Ugh, why did this happen? 

How did the door open? 

Did I forget to shut it properly?”

She held her head, dismayed by what had transpired, deciding to simply let it go. She finished her bath. Wrapping a towel around herself, she came out. 

Bharat was nowhere in the house, nor were his clothes or bag. He had gone home, clearly scared of Geetha.

“Should I panic that he saw me, 

or should I laugh? 

What would he think? 

He ran away.”

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To be continued………..