Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

His gaze, intense and fixed on her breasts, flustered Geetha. A silent question hung in the air: "No... would he dare do that?"

The answer came swiftly. Bharat suddenly looped the mangalsutra around Geetha's neck, letting it fall to her back. In the same motion, he bent, pressing his face into her cleavage, his lips tracing the edges of her blouse, high on her delicate, creamy mounds. Geetha’s blood surged, a fiery current. His chin brushed the soft valley of her cleavage, inhaling womanly aroma.

"Ah... Bharat, what are you doing? No... mmm..." Geetha moaned, a soft, involuntary sound escaping her lips as she swayed, her control slipping. Bharat, consumed by the moment, continued his relentless shower of kisses.

"Mmm... puppy," she breathed.

Bharat’s voice was a low murmur against her skin. "Umm... Miss, please, I want to kiss you here, umm... I'm crazy about your boobs..." His right hand moved beneath her armpit, his thumb gently prodding and caressing the side bulge of her left breast as he continued to kiss her bosom.

"Ah... but..." Geetha started, her protest faltering.

"No, I can't stop, I want it, my nipples are tingling.”

Under Bharat’s insistent touch, the blouse hook above her cleavage gave way. 

He wasted no time, his lips claiming the newly revealed skin. Geetha’s moans grew more passionate. He lifted his head, his lips finding the tender skin of her neck.

"Sss... slowly," she urged, a soft plea.

He fumbled with the second hook, unable to undo it with one hand, a fleeting worry about tearing the fabric crossing his mind. To his surprise, Geetha, lost in a haze of ecstasy, pushed his hand aside.

"Stop, you..." she murmured, and then, with her own hands, she unbuttoned the two remaining hooks. Without a moment’s hesitation, Bharat pushed the blouse aside, diving into the valley of her cleavage. His mouth settled between her creamy mounds, his lips ascending their soft peaks.

Geetha’s hands found their way into Bharat’s hair, pulling him closer, her desire deepening.

"Umm... Miss... your boobs are like cheesecake..." he mumbled, pressing his lips hard into her skin, showering her with rich kisses.

"Mmm... hah... slowly," Geetha responded, a breathless sound.

Their tongues and lips mingled, a symphony of kisses until saliva smeared their skin. As his chin moved up and down, the bra’s connection caused her boobs to sway enticingly.

"Aah..." she gasped as he suddenly lifted his head.

"Miss..." he whispered, holding her face. Unable to control himself, he kissed her cheeks, her chin, her nose, as she stood before him, pliant as a doll. They both took deep, ragged breaths, their gazes locked on each other’s lips. As he gently rubbed her cheek with his finger, Geetha tilted her neck, her rose-colored, lipstick-stained lips parting. She reached for Bharat's lower lip, and he, in turn, drew her upper lip into his mouth. They were consumed by a deep, consuming kissing.

Saliva gathered at the corners of their lips dripping below chins.. When they finally parted, taking a collective breath, their lips reconnected with a soft sucking sound. As Geetha’s tongue lightly touched his lips, Bharat pulled hard on her lower lip, sucking it, slurping up all the lipstick that now smeared both their mouths. He licked it clean. Kissing and slurping, they continued to draw at each other.

Bharat’s right hand moved downwards, pressing beneath her armpit, then curving around to her left side. His fingertips traced the curve of her breast until his hand fully covered her left boob. A jolt went through Geetha, her bosom suddenly heavy. She parted her lips, a soft moan escaping.

"Mmmmm... ah..."

He cupped her boob from beneath, her round, creamy mound resting comfortably in his hand. He lifted his thumb, pressing it against her nipple. Geetha’s nerves tingled, and she looked at him, a hesitant breath escaping her lips. "Aah..."

"Miss, how bubbly it is," he murmured.

Anxiously, she lifted her hand and placed it around his neck. But Bharat’s hands moved over her shoulders to her sides, causing her blouse to slide down, revealing more. 

"What is happening? No...“

"Puppy..." Geetha whispered, and then, her lips met his once more, a passionate dance unfolding. They licked each other's mouths, consumed by the moment.

"Your blouse is getting wet with sweat, Miss..." Bharat murmured, and he kissed her lips once again, the world outside them fading into oblivion.

Her shoulders, now bared, revealed only the thin white straps of her bra. Gently, he massaged her delicate arms just below her shoulders.

Breaking their kiss, Bharat murmured, "Miss, you have a bra on, right? Take off this blouse..." and with that, he pulled it down to her arms. Geetha was momentarily stunned by his audacity, yet a deeper surge of desire ignited within her.

She folded her arms, pressing her breasts together, their upper curves exposed and seemingly on the verge of spilling from her bra. He watched her, half-naked, excited, inhaling her scent as an intense internal tension coiled within him.

Freeing one hand from her blouse, Geetha pulled Bharat into a tight embrace. Her blouse, still clinging to her, now dangled on his back. He instantly reciprocated, crushing her breasts against his chest. Gradually, his erect organ found her wet folds over petticoat, the friction sending a tremor through her quivering labia.

"Mmm..." Geetha sighed.

Rubbing his nose on her neck, Bharat whispered, "Miss, this feels good."

"Ah... you're leaning on me, move back a little," Geetha breathed.

He immediately stepped back slightly. Unbeknownst to them, when Bharat had moved between her thighs earlier, the safety pin holding her saree pleats had come undone. Now, as he shifted, it pricked him in the navel through his pants.

"Ah...!" Bharat cried out in little pain.

"What happened?" Geetha asked, startled.

"Miss, did you put a pin there? It pricked me," he explained.

Geetha quickly removed the pin and began to adjust her pleats when he gently grasped her hands. She looked up, her gaze meeting his.

"Miss, I want to see your navel," Bharat confessed.

At his request, a shy smile touched her lips, and she stepped back to stand. She released the pleats of her saree, adjusting it to expose her navel, and was about to re-tuck it when he swiftly embraced her, his lips finding the curve of her neck.

She froze in surprise.

Geetha's grip loosened, and her saree slid to the floor. His five fingers spanned both sides of her waist, softly kneading her tender, moon-shaped curves. A soft moan escaped her as she hugged him back. "Ah... Bharat," she murmured.

"Miss, I've seen your waist, I've seen your thighs... why not more?" he pressed.

"Meaning now, no, no, he wouldn't do that," she thought, a frantic denial against what her imagination had already conjured. But what Geetha had feared seemed about to unfold. He lowered his right hand, wrapping the string of her petticoat around his fingers. 

Panicked, she grabbed his hand to stop him. In that instant, Bharat flicked his wrist, and with a soft thud, the petticoat slipped down.

Geetha, a celestial beauty whose desires were as profound as her shyness, now stood before a stranger, not her husband. And this stranger was Bharat, a student who had entered her life so innocently, once so bashful in her presence, now growing intimately closer with each passing day, his desires aligning with hers. Never had they imagined such a moment would arrive in their lives.

Now, Geetha stood shy and half-naked, still attempting to shield her body from Bharat's gaze. 

It was the end of winter, the cusp of summer. Outside, a chill lingered, but within, the air was thick with rising passion.

The moment her petticoat fell, a cold shiver enveloped her. She instinctively hugged Bharat tightly. As her thighs brushed against his, his firmly erect hard-on curved upwards, rising to press against her just below her navel, its heat wafting towards her. Gradually, he wrapped both hands around her back and lifted her into his lap.

Her milk-white body, rose-petal lips, star-like eyes, moon-like face, the waterfall-like slope of her neck, her mango-juicy boobs, cloud-soft waist, cotton-pillow-like firm buttocks, and butter-soft spine – Bharat had barely glimpsed them all before she plunged into his hug.

"Naughty fellow... why did you do that? I won't let you see," Geetha playfully chided.

Kissing her neck, Bharat reassured her, "Miss, it's okay."

"Ha... No, close your eyes," she insisted.

"Why, Miss?" he asked.

"No."

"Miss, you're warm," he observed.

With his right index finger on her back, he traced a path from her neck to her bra strap clip with the speed of a falling sweat drop and the delicate pressure of a cotton thread. Geetha moved her legs, her trembling spine twisting.

"Aahh..." she moaned.

"Miss, turn around," he requested.

"Uh-uh..." she demurred.

He lowered his hands and placed them over her panties, his fingers caressing her waist. 

Geetha's reaction transcended words; her body heaved with heavy breaths. With her every movement, her breasts were crushed together, like perfectly round balls, against his chest.

Geetha’s gaze met Bharat’s, and as his lips found hers, a jolt of passion surged through her. Her fingers instinctively pressed into his back, while he tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His erection, already straining between them, found its mark, piercing the soft flesh just below her navel and igniting a fiery sensation that left her breathless.

With a swift movement, Geetha turned Bharat around, guiding him with a gentle push as she walked him towards the sofa. He tumbled onto the cushions, looking up at her. Her white bra, partially concealing her breasts, hinted at the matching panty that shielded her womanness.

Before Bharat could fully take in the scene, the room plunged into darkness as Geetha switched off the lights. A soft chuckle escaped him. In the newfound darkness, she moved in front of him, taking his hands and wrapping them around her waist. His fingers splayed, gripping and squeezing her waist curves, eliciting a soft moan from her. "Ooh…"

"Turn on the light, Miss," Bharat requested, his voice a low murmur.

"You said you wanted a kiss, didn't you, my dear…" Geetha’s playful words hung in the air as she straddled him, her legs on either side of his hips. He pulled her into a tight embrace, and his erection nestled against her navel, its base resting at the junction of her thighs. 

Geetha trembled with ecstasy as Bharat’s engorged rod, pressing against her damp panty, sent shivers through her, causing her vulval lips to quiver and spread.

She realised in second of darkness Bharath thrown of his T-shirt already.

“Ah… no t-shirt, when did he take it off? 

Is he burning up, or am I cold?”

Bharat couldn't wait. As he leaned in to bury his face in her cleavage, Geetha’s hand found his hair, stopping him just in time to join their lips once more. She bit his lower lip passionately, and in return, he sucked on her upper lip. Unable to control the building itch within her, she dug her knees into the sofa cushions, making her body dance against his hard-on.

He offered his lips to her again, his hands sliding down to cup her buttocks.

“He grabbed me there. Mmm… I can’t say no.”

He buried both hands beneath her soft, plum buttocks, caressing their tenderness, his fingers provocatively tracing from her thighs to beneath her panty. A new sensation washed over Geetha. "Ooh…" she moaned.

"Miss, so smooth," Bharat whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Their lips met again. Geetha began to push his thighs back and forth, his erection rubbing against her through the thin fabric of her panty. Without breaking the kiss, their tongues dueled, sharing drink of saliva in a passionate dance.

As Geetha moved, Bharat's pants shifted, revealing a quarter of his length, which pressed against her navel. A lustful fluid oozed from him, sticking to her skin. Sharing breaths, they finally separated their saliva-drenched lips, chin, throat. Unable to bear the intense friction on her desire, Geetha rested her face against Bharat's neck.

He shifted slightly, then leaned back against the sofa, pulling Geetha closer and peppering kisses along her neck. As he bent, Geetha rose to her knees, her body hot and sweating. 

Drops of her sweat clung to Bharat's lips, and he pressed them, extending his tongue to lick the perspiration from her cleavage, moistening it with his saliva. Geetha floated in a trance, shivering with pure pleasure.

Kissing her cleavage mounds, he moved an inch lower, his lips finding her semi-naked right boob. Her intimate core responded, dripping with honey, and she held his hair, pressing him deeper into her cleavage.

"Miss… Umm…" Bharat murmured.

"Sss…puppy lick just lick that, aah" Geetha responded, a soft hiss of pleasure.

His lips found her right boob edge, warm and seeking, as he licked her sweat-drenched, cheesy mounds. His head moved from side to side, alternating between the two, offering a lip kiss, then a tongue kiss. Geetha’s breathing grew heavy, her breasts swelling, almost bursting from their confines. Bharat, however, continued to lick the cream-like coating sweat on them.

"Mmmmm…" she purred.

Kissing her breasts, he slid three fingers into the edges of her panty, near her buttocks.

“Ah… he’s going to pull down my panty. Uff…”

As he softly pressed her buttocks with three fingers and continued to kiss her boobs on bra, Geetha surrendered, trembling with passion. He buried his face between her soft balls, savoring their fragrance, softness, and tenderness with his lips, kissing her deeply. 

Unable to control his lust, he thrust all five fingers into the side of her buttocks, inside her panty, and passionately squeezed both asscheeks.

Geetha’s whole body vibrated.

"Aahh…" she screamed passionately, drawing out the sound.

Bharat was momentarily startled, pausing his kisses on her boobs.

"Puppy, slowly, I'm not going anywhere." Geetha reassured him.

"Excuse me, Miss," Bharat replied, not understanding the reason for her scream, and continued to kiss her neck.

His fingers remained inside her panty, rubbing against her buttocks as he kissed her neck. Geetha trembled and swayed. His erection, now another inch out, hissed and rubbed against her navel. All of this intensified her lust, excitement, and the throbbing itch within her.

She bent both thighs, pressing them against Bharat’s erection. The warm wetness of her panty touched his engorged member, igniting his lust further.

As he leaned in to kiss her cleavage again, she stopped him, wrapping her arms tightly around him, pressing her curves against his chest, and entwining her thighs with his. 

Gradually, Bharat’s erection became lodged between their navels, throbbing and burning against her waist fat. For the first time, the touch of Bharat’s erection against her waist intensified their excitement to an unbearable degree. Unable to bear the commotion her vulval lips were making, she pressed them against the base of Bharat’s organ and began to sway.

Geetha’s wet fluids felt raw against the base of his erection, and as he caressed her soft waist with his erection, he was driven wild, the veins in his hands tensing as he passionately squeezed her soft buttocks.

"Ahh… Uff… Bharat," she gasped.

She tilted her head back, held Bharat's face, pressed her lips against his, extending her tongue into his mouth for him to suck. She kissed his chin, then his lips again, sucking and licking, and began to knead his buttocks. The burning rod rubbed against her navel, and within both of them, desires overflowed.

Geetha’s body tingled even more. Her waist nerves pulsed, and her vulval lips trembled. Bharat pulled and released her upper lip with his lips. Geetha, in turn, bit and pulled Bharat’s lower lip. He tightly squeezed her buttocks and pressed her thighs to his waist. 

Geetha’s intimate core, pressed against his erection, caused her whole body to tingle. She fell into Bharat’s arms, soaking his entire thighs, and trembling intensely, ejaculated sweet honey from her, completely drenching her panty.

"Amma… Haah… Fff…" Geetha gasped.

"Miss… Sss…" Bharat responded, a low hiss of pleasure.

At that touch, Bharat’s erection surged and powerfully ejaculated sperm. The first stream, hot and thick like molten mercury, showered upwards onto her left bra. The second release squirted beneath the junction of her two boobs and slid into her navel. As they gasped and swayed, the third spurt landed directly in her navel and dripped down to the edges of her panty.

She fell onto Bharat, hugging him tightly. His erection had completely discharged its fluids, which flowed down from her panty. Closing her eyes, she rested her face on Bharat’s right neck, a blush creeping across her cheeks. She wondered why, even with Bharat’s dick sensually pressing against her waist and his warm shower drenching her navel, she felt even more pleasure and excitement.

Bharat put his hands on her back, his right index finger scratching beneath her bra clip. He was amazed, recalling the two incidents that had happened to him earlier that day.

Geetha opened her eyes for a moment and glanced at the wall clock to her left. In the darkness, the radium hands glowed, showing ten twenty-six.

“We even had dinner, if I sleep like this, ugh…

 Geetha, what thoughts are coming to your mind?”

A gasp tore from Bharath's lips as he leaned back, spent. Geetha felt a warm, sticky sensation bloom on her waist where their thighs had tangled. She sprang up, the sudden movement propelled her towards the sanctuary of the bedroom bathroom.

Inside, the reflection of sight where Bharath's thick semen on her skin brought an awkward flush, yet a blush also bloomed on her lips. Her mind replayed the raw intimacy, his member thrashing, spraying against her, and she savored the phantom sensation. With a curious finger, she collected a pearl of the fresh, warm semen fluid from the edge of her bra and brought it to her nose. A quick recoil followed, and she flung it into the sink. Her bra came off, and she used the semen-stained fabric to wipe her waist. A lone drop clinging to the underside of her nipple caught her eye, and her lips curved in a silent smile, a mirroring sensation in her "vertical lips."

Another shiver, hot and electric, coursed between her thighs. An impulse surged to step out, to simply collapse into Bharath’s lap and imagine, to coax those sweet, mischievous acts that would finally soothe her tingling body.

But just as she was wiping herself, Bharath's voice, muffled by the door, drifted in. "Miss, it's late, I'm leaving. I'll close the door. Good night, Miss."

She flung the door open, stepping out into the bedroom. The main door stood closed. He was gone. Still naked, she padded to the kitchen, retrieving her saree and petticoat from the floor where they'd fallen in their earlier haste. Back in the bathroom, her legs trembled with the echoes of the afternoon's forbidden events. She had never walked naked in her own house before, and the thought alone sent tremors through her.

She flicked on the geyser, her mind replaying the moment she'd squirted on Bharath, her moans mingling with the press of their lips. For a few minutes, a wave of shyness washed over her. She scratched her head, unable to meet her own gaze in the mirror as she paced aimlessly in the confines of the bathroom.

Finally, she filled the bathtub with hot water and slowly, luxuriantly, submerged her hot, sweaty body up to her breasts. The reflection of her flushed face shimmered on the water's surface, a shy, private smile playing on her lips.