Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Sometime later, Geetha emerged from her bath, a light frock clinging to her form, and opened the door. "Bharat, put the latch on the main door," she instructed.


He complied, then returned to the mattress, his gaze fixed on the expanse of Geetha's white thighs revealed by her frock. A shy smile touched Geetha's lips as she noticed his stare. She turned on the AC, plunging the room into darkness, then retrieved a blanket and dbangd it over Bharat.

"Thanks, Miss," he murmured.

"Not just for you," she countered, "it's for both of us. Don't hog it."

"Oh, okay," he replied.

Geetha settled beside him, drawing the blanket over herself and turning to face him.

"Miss, will I get high marks?" Bharat asked, breaking the silence.

"You will if you study a lot and write well," she affirmed.

"Miss, if I don't get high marks, will you scold me?"

"I won't talk to you," she stated.

"Why, Miss?"

"Because I told you in class the other day that you'd get high marks. Won't you keep my word?"

"Of course, Miss. I'll study." He shifted closer, his hand finding hers. The touch sent a pleasant warmth through Geetha.

"Miss, you're not really angry with me, are you?" Bharat pressed.

"I will be if you ask again," she warned. He edged nearer still.

"Miss, you said you'd put on lip balm, but you didn't."

Geetha reached back, her hand finding the space beneath his shoulder. "Come closer," she beckoned. He moved, pressing his warm chest against her back, leaning fully into her embrace.

"Miss, tell me, don't you like doing something new?" Bharat's voice was a soft murmur.

"Hmm..." she hummed in response.

"Miss, how beautiful your navel, legs, waist, and lips are. Miss, you like me kissing you, right? Hmm?"

"Hmmm... But what if someone finds out I'm letting a student kiss me like this?"

"Miss, no one will know. Why are you thinking like that, Miss?" He tightened his arms around her waist, pulling her into a fierce hug. His lips found her neck, leaving a trail of kisses.

"Shhh... Bharat," Geetha whispered.

"Thanks, Miss, for telling me to sleep here tonight."

Geetha's dress, a flimsy barrier, offered little resistance to Bharat's hands as they moved beneath her bubbly curves, igniting a fervent heat within her. His touch, exploring her softness, made his own body burn hotter. As he shifted, rubbing his hardened desire against her thighs, their mutual eagerness surged.

"Miss, can we turn on the light?" Bharat inquired.

"Why?"

"To see you."

"Go to sleep," she chided gently.

"Miss, how hot you look in this dress."

"Hmm..."

"Even now, hugging you like this feels very warm."

"Me too."

"Miss, you can turn this way, right?"

At his question, she turned to face him, her right hand finding his hair, stroking it softly. Bharat's hand slipped to her waist, gently pressing into her dress.

"Uff... Don't do that," she gasped.

"Miss, how white and soft you are, like milk pudding cake."

"Hey..."

His hand descended slowly, sending a cascade of small tingles through Geetha. He moved a little further down, lifting the edge of her dress, and placed his warm hand on her thigh, just beneath her buttocks. 

‘How hot it is. Enough to melt my cold.’

"Puppy, you shouldn't touch there," Geetha admonished.

"Why, Miss?" He moved his hand up another inch, pressing four fingers into the flesh beneath her buttocks. Geetha's nerves tingled with an unfamiliar sensation.

"Mmm... Didn't I say no?" she moaned.

"Miss, see how soft and smooth you are." He flicked his fingers on the plumpness of her thigh, a rhythmic drumming that made Geetha tremble.

"Hey... stop it."

"Miss, is it not good if I do this?" 

‘What can I say? How warm those hands feel. 

I only have one fear now.’

"What, Miss, why aren't you saying anything...?" He seized her, his fingers delving into the crease beneath her buttocks. Suddenly, hot waves spread through her body, solidifying into an intense stillness.

"Isss..."

"Miss, I want to ask something, but I'm afraid of what you'll say."

"Mmm...?"

"Miss, my jeans are difficult to sleep in. Should I take them off?"

"Oh, okay." He withdrew his hand, and Geetha took a sudden, shaky breath. In the darkness, Bharat rose, shedding his shirt and pants, a mere shadow against the faint light.

"Miss, I'm putting these pants on the chair next to me."

"Okay, Bharat," Geetha replied.

Like a small child, he bounded onto the bed, pulled the blanket over himself, and moved closer, his hand finding Geetha, who had again turned away. He hugged her from behind, his hard-on nestled between her soft, cotton pillow buttocks. 

‘What is that? How big is it? Oh, he put it there.’

He exhaled near her ear, his breath warm.

"Miss, are you asleep? You're not saying anything."

"Uh-uh." 

He let his hand descend, placing it on her thigh. She shivered at the warm touch. He sensuously licked her earlobe, a delightful tickle that elicited an "Oh..." of longing from her.

"Say something, Miss." He delicately stroked her soft, milky-white thigh with his fingers, then slid his hand inside her dress, squeezing her hips just above her panty. Geetha's body shuddered.

"Aah..." she moaned. "What should I say?"

He placed his thumb on the raised part of her lower back and his four fingers towards her navel, kneading her soft cloud mattress like a cotton candy packet. 

‘I can't take it anymore.’

"Tell me a story, Miss."

"Are you a small child to tell a story and put to sleep?"

He moved his hand to her navel, then held her in the curve of her lower back. "Then if I'm a grown-up, give me a kiss."

"You really have a way with words." He lifted his head and leaned onto Geetha, his mouth finding her cheek. As he gently stroked her waist, Geetha closed her eyes, lost in the escalating pleasure.

"Shall I tell a story, Miss?" Bharat asked.

"Hmm..."

"A small story, and at the end, I'll ask a question. If you can't answer, you have to give me what I ask for."

"No, last time you said it was a game, and I lost."

"Today it's not a game, it's a question, and it's very easy."

"Really easy?”

"Yes."

"Okay, ask." He pressed his organ deeper into her buttocks, pulled her waist closer, and licked her neck. 

“Ah, what is he doing? It's burning.”

"Mmm..."

"You smell so good, Miss."

"Enough, ask the question first."

"Hmm... In a village, there was a wealthy family. When the son of that family got married, the lady of the house invited some married women, performed a puja, fed them, and decided to distribute sarees to the guests. She went to the city, saw some sarees she liked, bought them, and brought them back. Three days later, one night, a saree shop owner from their village broke into their house like a thief, took all the sarees, tied them in a bag, and burned the boxes with fire. The next day, when they went into the room to perform the puja and distribute the sarees, they found only burned boxes. They thought all the sarees were burned. They didn't know who burned them." Bharat licked the sweat in the curve of Geetha's neck.

"Shhh... tell the story first."

"They were very sad. A few days later, the thief was caught. How?"

Geetha pondered for a few moments. "I don't know."

"Shall I tell you? Then you have to give me what I asked for."

"Hmm, okay."

"He was a saree shop owner, right? He sold those sarees to the people of that village. When some people in the village wore them, this family saw them and asked where they bought them. They told them his name. This family went and threatened him, cornering him until he told the truth. Haha..."

"Saree shop, oh yes, I didn't listen to the question properly."

"Miss, you'll give it to me, right?" Geetha turned under Bharat's hand and faced him.

"It's just a kiss, right?" 

Then he moved his hand down and placed it on her buttocks. Suddenly, both their nerves tingled. 

‘Why did he put his hand there?’

He held her buttock like a bun with his entire hand, all five fingers, and kneaded it. 

Geetha's flesh quivered and swayed.

"Aaah..." she moaned loudly. He moved forward, bringing their waists closer, and a warm sensation began to course through both of them. In response, Geetha also wrapped her arm around his waist and held him. 

As she adjusted her body and moved, she felt his hard-on poking below her navel, adding to the existing heat. 

Geetha had always been curious about how large Bharath’s dick was, and her fingers yearned to grasp it.

"Oh, how soft you are, Miss." He rubbed and felt her buttock with his fingers, then kneaded it again from bottom to top.

"Aah... puppy."

"Miss, take off this dress."

"What? No."

"Yes, you have to do what I asked. Take it off."

"No." He lifted his head and gently bit her soft, rubbery earlobe with his front teeth. The delicate nerves there made her shiver.

She hissed like a quivering snake.

"Miss, what did we do last evening?"

"What did we do?"

"Miss, kiss me like that, it feels so good."

"But you shouldn't kiss there."

"Where, Miss?"

"There."

"There means?" Bharat's hand felt like it was getting hotter every second. As he touched the softness of her buttocks, unable to control his desire, he let his fingertips slip under the edge of her panty and held her hips. 

‘Should I stop him? Oh no.’

Geetha couldn't form the words.

"Don't you remember?"

"You told me to forget, so I forgot, Miss."

"You remember kissing, but you forgot that? No games."

"Miss, I only remember you kissing my lips, I don't remember taking off your saree."

"Hey, thief.”

"Haha..."

"I'll only take off my dress if you won’t kiss there."

Meanwhile, Bharat sat up. "Miss, sit.”

"Lie down."

"Sit up once." 

Geetha sat up. Looking at her shadowy figure in the dark, he put his arms around her and slid them down below her waist, touching her sides near her buttocks. 

As Bharat's fingers touched her like that, Geetha felt like bees were crawling on her.

‘What is he even doing?’

He caught the edges of her dress with his fingers and lifted it up. 

‘Oh my God... What is this, without even asking?’


Geetha put her hands down to stop him.

"No, I'm shy."

"Miss, I can't see anything."

"But..."

"Miss, you didn't answer, you have to give me what I asked for. No choice."

"Ask something else."

"No, Miss, I want this."

"Okay."

"Miss, really?"

"Yes, you said you wouldn't take no for an answer."

"Take it off, Miss."

"You take it off." Excited that Geetha agreed, he tried to pull the dress up, but because her hands were down, he couldn't remove it.

"Miss, lift your hands." Geetha lifted her hands as told. In one swift movement, he took off her dress and threw it aside.

At that moment, with excitement, shyness, apprehension, eagerness, and the thought of whether she should be like this now or what else would happen, she suddenly felt a slight chill. Her body began to crave warmth.

In another two moments, Bharat put his hands on her shoulders. A cold shiver ran through her body. He sensuously stroked her soft body on her shoulders with his fingers.

"Miss, how smooth you are."

"Let's go to sleep, Bharat."

The next moment Geetha said that, Bharat's hands quickly went down, and as if he could see even in the dark, he placed them precisely on her hips. 

‘Geetha, get away... Don't give in.’

Bharat's touch was a slow poison, weakening her with each passing moment. He held her gently, four fingers supporting her back, his thumb caressing the front. A pleasant ache began to bloom in her muscles.

“Ah… Puppy, don't hold me like that,” Geetha murmured, her voice a soft protest.

“Sorry, Miss,” Bharat replied, his tone laced with mock deference.

“Hmm…” was all she managed.

“Miss, can I ask you something? Will you tell me?” His voice was a low rumble against her ear.

“Hey, what else is it? No more questions. You'll win anyway,” she teased, a playful note in her voice.

“Hahaha… Miss, that's not it, listen.”

“Huh…”

He leaned closer, his face near her left shoulder, and exhaled hot, panting breaths that danced on her skin. “Miss, do you like me kissing you?”

“Hmm…”

Suddenly, he pressed a soft kiss below her jaw.

“Isss…” she moaned, a seductive sound escaping her lips.

“Did you like me licking your navel, Miss?”

Geetha giggled shyly, and he felt the delightful tremor of her shoulders with her laughter. 

“If I didn't like it, I would have said no, wouldn't I?”

“And licking your armpit?”

“Chee… how can you even like the smell of sweat?” she playfully chided.

He tightened his grip on her hips, his right hand curling into a fist, a possessive gesture.

“Hmm… take your hands off me…” she whispered tenderly, her lips brushing his shoulder.

“Tell me, Miss, do you like it or not?”

“Why are you asking like that?”

“Miss, please tell me.”

“I like it…”

He leaned in, kissed her neck, and then gently nipped her shoulder bone with his lips.

“Sss…” A soft gasp escaped her.

‘Will he do this all night?’

“Really, Miss?”

“Haa…”

“Miss, tell me, if I were to say I'd lick you now, would you agree? I've been holding back since then, wondering what you'd say if I asked you.”

“You've already asked?”

“So tell me.”

Geetha cupped his face in her hands and lifted it, pressing a small kiss on his cheek.

In a flash, he reacted. Spreading her legs, he held Geetha’s waist and lifted her. “Miss, sit on me,” he commanded, surprising her with a gasped, “What?” As he brought her closer, he clarified, “Miss, sit on me with your legs on either side, like you're sitting on the sofa.”

“Hmm.”

‘I don’t know, I just want to do what he says.

 I want his body now.’

Geetha spread her legs, wrapped her arms around Bharat’s shoulders, and climbed on top of him. As she settled onto Bharat, his burning erection pressed against her navel, sending a wave of heat radiating between her thighs. Bharat immediately pulled Geetha into a tight hug, her soft, jelly-like boobs yielding to his ardent hold, his warmth seeping into her. His burning erection was now nestled between their waists.

“Ahh… how big is it…” she bit her tongue, the words almost a murmur.

“Miss, what did you say?”

“Nothing, nothing…”

‘Geetha, what are you doing? Stay away.’

‘Uh-uh, I can’t.’

As Bharat's hands found their way to her back, her cool skin met his warm touch, and Geetha's entire body ignited, the heat coursing into her thighs. From the outside, Bharat’s hard, rigid erection, and inside, the hot steam seeping into her thighs, made her sweet, juicy vertical petals tremble and burn with increasing intensity.

“Miss, you didn't tell me what I asked.”

“Huh…”

“Huh, meaning?”

“I like it. You do it very well. You lick my navel, you lick my neck, you lick my armpit. Gautham doesn't do this for me,” she confirmed.

“Gautham sir doesn’t? Why, Miss?”

“I don't know…”

“Miss, I'm here now, so is it okay?”

Geetha framed his face with her hands and captured his lips. Bharat was momentarily stunned, then began to return her kiss with equal fervor.

They kissed passionately, his lips sucking on hers like biting a ripe strawberry. Bharat's hands moved downwards, beneath her buttocks, gripping them fully like soft dough and squeezing them lustfully. Geetha’s body trembled. She released his lips.

“Aaaah… slowly, puppy…” she moaned, her voice thick with desire.

Her core was burning, releasing hot streams, and that moistness felt raw against Bharat’s erection over the underwear.

“Hah… Miss, sorry…”

“No need for sorry, just slowly, okay?”

“Huh…”

He slipped his fingers deep inside her panty, his fingertips caressing her perineum near her anus, and stroking her buttocks.

He kissed her neck, bending her backward, and moving past her shoulder joint, he kissed further down, his lips caressing the expanse of her breast empire, above her two mounds of cheese.

“Hmm… I told you not there.”

“But Miss, your boobs are so nice, please Miss, I want to kiss you here.”

Bharat's left hand moved to her head, kneading his fingers through her hair. Both of them were a little sweaty from the rising heat. He touched her right with his tongue.

“Ahh… Bharat, that's enough.”

He lifted his head. “Miss, is it okay with you?”

“Huh, but you said you'd lick my armpit, didn't you?”

“Huh… sorry, Miss, I forgot. Miss, lift your hands.”

Geetha, as if a robot, lifted both her hands and clasped her palms together above her head as he instructed. He inhaled the raw scent of her armpit and, without even a preliminary kiss, inserted his tongue into her left armpit like a dog, licking it. Though it tickled Geetha, a shiver of lust ran through her.

“Uff…”

“Miss, if you like it, I'll lick your whole body…” he murmured, moving to lick her right armpit.

“Ahh…” she writhed, tickled, and turned, her body responding involuntarily.

As Bharat's tongue probed her armpit, opening the folds there and playing with them, making Geetha sway, the friction of her legs against his erection drove her wild.

Her breathing deepened, her breasts swelled, and her bra began to feel uncomfortably tight. Bharat bit her right armpit lustfully.

“Hisss… hah…” A soft gasp escaped her as he bit.

“Miss, your smell is driving me insane.”

Bharat heard Geetha’s moan, and his own lust surged, unable to bear it, he squeezed her buttock again.

“Issa… h…” she moaned lustfully and writhed, a sensual dance of desire.

She lost her balance and fell back. Bharat leaned over her, his tongue still diligently probing her left armpit. As he licked from bottom to top and moved forward, his erection poked exactly between her soft petals over wet panty mound.

“Ahh…” she let out a sweet moan and began to laugh lustfully at the tickle, a sound of pure pleasure.

Bharat, licking up and down, moving back and forth, began to overwhelm Geetha by rubbing the tip of his burning cock against the soft petals hidden in her wet, juicy panty.

‘No, not..’

“Ahh… hmm…”

He left her armpit and moved down, his erection moving away from Geetha. His lips caressed her neck, then his hands moved up, holding her below her bust with his thumbs under her ribcage, kissing her as he moved down. Before Geetha could fully come to her senses, he poked his tongue at her left nipple, which was tantalizingly visible through her thin bra.

Her entire body was electrified, writhing and trembling.

“Aaaah… …” she moaned loudly, a sound of profound pleasure.

“Miss, you are a beautiful, sexy, and hot teacher…” he murmured, moving his tongue up and down her left bra cup.

“Umm…”

“Your boobs, though, umm…” he kissed them, his voice thick with desire. “I can't control myself, Miss…”

His erection, pressing between her thighs, was incredibly arousing, a throbbing testament to his desire.

‘I need to hold it, otherwise…’

She brought her right hand down and touched his throbbing tent between them with her fingers. 

Bharat’s mind reeled with intoxication, he was going crazy.

“Ahh, Miss…” he groaned, a raw sound of pleasure.

“It's hot…” she moistened her dry lips with her tongue.

“Miss, hold it.”

He lost his ability to think, there was no thought of stopping his desire. He brought his right hand up, pulled down the edge of her bra, and sweetly licked the red cherry on her  white meaty cake that had popped out, sucking it tenderly like a small child.

That produced a thunderbolt in Geetha. She gripped Bharat’s head tightly, dug her feet into the bed, and felt as if she floated in the air. All her nerves surged, tingling, and tremors reached her core, her labia trembling horizontally as she quivered, “Amma… Sss…” her thighs shaking uncontrollably.

‘No, no… he… I…’

Geetha’s core was about to burst. She pushed Bharat by his shoulders. She pulled up her bra.

“Huh… move, I need to go…”

Bharat leaned aside. She got up and went into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.

In the bathroom, her thighs were burning, her core tightening. 

Her femininity craved a masculinity, hot, hard, full….

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