Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

"Don't do that," Geetha said, her voice a soft tremor. 

Their eyes met, breaths mingling in the charged air. Her lower lip quivered, but he held back, knowing a single kiss would make her retreat.

Geetha's hands roamed his warm body, tracing a path upwards to his chest, then cupping Bharath's face firmly.

"Why, Miss..." Bharath exhaled, his voice a sensual whisper.

"Did I say no?" Geetha countered.

"Tell me, doesn't it feel good?"

Geetha's gaze dropped to his lips, a shy smile gracing her face. "Hmm..."

"Then why are you stopping me, Miss?"

"Aren't you going home?"

He leaned in, his lips just shy of hers. "Miss, don't hide it, tell me."

"I'm not hiding anything."

"Miss, that day, when I saw you in the bathroom, did you get angry with me?"

‘Why that now?’ Geetha stroked Bharath's cheeks, swallowing his heated breath. "Uh-uh."

A small twitch from Bharath's member sent a shiver through her. Unable to resist, she leaned in for a kiss, but he deftly raised a hand, stopping her with a finger between their lips.

‘I can't take this anymore.’

"Hey... take it off," Geetha pleaded.

"I won't, Miss."

"Are you saying no to my kiss, then?" She pouted.

He smiled, leaning forward to lightly lick the edge of her upper lip before pulling back. 

"Miss, I won't kiss you now."

"Why?"

He bent down again, his tongue tracing a path from her neck to her cleavage and back up, all while his right hand gently massaged her neck. Geetha, overwhelmed, sensually turned her head from side to side.

"What's happening, Miss?" Bharath murmured.

"Uh-uh."

He slipped his left hand inside her dress, gently pressing her waist, then brought his lips close to hers, speaking sensually as they touched. "Miss, this dress is suffocating you. If you take it off, you'll be very comfortable..." He punctuated his words with a sharp squeeze of her waist.

"Ahh, take it off..." Geetha cursed herself. 

‘Ugh... what am I saying?’

"No, Miss, you have to take off your dress yourself."

Geetha pushed him back, her hands on his chest. She clutched the string of her robe, her eyes locked with his possessive gaze.

Mind: Geetha, stop.
Body: Take it off, take it off, bind him in your embrace.

As Bharath watched, in a flash, she pulled the robe string and moved it aside. He froze, mouth agape, and she chuckled at his reaction. She untied the robe, opening it to reveal her embraced beauty.

She wore a brown bra and panty, her body glistening with sweat. Her full, cheese-like boobs were packed in the bra, her waist like midday clouds, her navel slightly deep. The panty clung to her skin, merging with her thighs, while her legs were like vanilla ice cream cones, her calves biting. Shoulders, arms – he was mesmerized by every detail.

Without a moment's delay, she grabbed Bharath's hand and pulled him up. In a second, he was in her embrace, his chest against her bust, their bodies burning like a furnace. He pressed his member an inch above her panty, leaning over her and hugging her tightly.

"Miss, you're sexy," Bharath whispered.

"Uh..." Geetha bit her lip.

He kissed her neck. "Stay like this, it's good."

"You're burning too."

"You too." He bent his neck, licking her cleavage with his tongue.

"Uh..." 

‘He's not giving me any breaks today.’

"Miss, your boobs are the most beautiful ever..." He buried his face in her cleavage, where her breasts were only half visible, his face half-submerged. He began licking and kissing her breasts there. Geetha's breasts hardened, her nipples became erect, her body tingled, and the tingling bit at her pussy.

She grabbed Bharath's hair and pulled his head up. Looking at him longingly, she was about to join their lips, but again, he leaned back.

"No puppy games," she warned.

He held Geetha's waist, four fingers on one side, his thumb on the other, touching her softness. Unable to resist, he fiercely twisted and squeezed his fingers.

"Mmm..." Geetha moaned, writhing.

"Miss, stop..." he whispered, kissing her neck.

She released her grip on his head, weakening under the touch of his kiss. He gazed at her beauty. Her breasts shone like moonbeams in the light, like round cheese laddoos. Geetha was breathing heavily, and gradually they swelled, stretching the bra, her erect nipples forming shapes in the brown bra, making Bharath's eyes sparkle, driving him crazy.

He bent forward and kissed her ear. "Miss, did I really sleep with my face there last night?"

"Uh."

He kissed the muscle of her neck. Geetha shivered.

"Ash..."

"They're very bubbly, Miss. Your smell is also intoxicating."

She wrapped her arms around Bharath's shoulders and took him into her lap, kissing his neck. "You make me shy when you say that."

He grabbed the edges of her dress and pulled it down over her shoulders to her elbows. He stopped then, as her hands were still on Bharath's shoulders.

"Miss, take your hands off."

"Uh-uh."

"No, Miss, don't be shy."

As he said that, she shyly looked down and let her hands drop. Bharath completely separated the robe from Geetha. She had nothing on but her bra and panty. Geetha was looking down at his throbbing member.

Slowly, he stroked Geetha's waist with his hands, rubbing them along her curves, making her whole body tremble. He bent down and bit her neck with his lips.

"Uh.."

He went further down, buried his face in her cleavage, and bit the cheese in the middle. As her soft boobs swells touched his nose and lips, his blood boiled. Geetha closed her eyes, trembling, and arched her neck back.

He put out his tongue and poked and licked between the two cheese balls.

"Ahh..." Only half of it reached because of the bra. He started moving his tongue up and down there.

Geetha was getting new tickles. She held his head and pressed it there. "Uh... puppy, stop." But he didn't listen and started licking the edges of her breasts too.

He came up a bit, pressed his tongue on the height of her right breast, licked towards her bra strap, and bit it with his lips. Geetha's nerves tingled.

"Umm... Hah..."

He went to the right and did the same on her left boob. 

‘Oh my God... this boy.’

He tried to pull the bra down with his teeth. 

‘What's he doing? No.’

Geetha pulled her head back and pushed him hard. Bharath stumbled, took a step back, and looked at her nervously. Geetha looked at Bharath and saw his pale face. 

‘Oh no, I shouldn't have pushed him.’

"I'm sorry, Miss," he said.

She took his hand and pulled him close with a faint smile. "Don't go inside, okay?"

"Sorry, Miss."

"It's okay."

Bharath looked possessively at Geetha's cleavage, placed his right hand on her waist, and moved it up to her rib cage, then brought it forward, gently stroking under her left breast. He moved it up a bit and touched her left spongy globe.

Geetha kept looking at him with trepidation. He came forward, held her face with his left hand, and lifted it up. He put his lips close to hers. Geetha stuck out her tongue. He took it with his lips and sucked it, pulling it inside. But he stopped short of giving a kiss.

"Ha... Miss, please give it like that."

"Uh-uh... give me a kiss."

"If you do it one more time, I'll give you a kiss."

She agreed and smiled, sticking out her tongue. He took it and started sucking it as before. 

‘What kind of games are these?’

While sucking her tongue, he was bringing his right hand further up. 

‘Should I stop... or not...’

He placed his right palm under her armpit, beside her boob, and as his thumb touched her boob, it directly pricked her nipple, causing it to tingle, creating a shiver in her. She moaned sensually and lustfully into Bharath's mouth, "Umm... Ha..."

He licked her lower lip and covered her boob with his hand over the bra.

"Ahh... Bharath."

"Miss, it's so spongy."

Geetha held Bharath's head with her right hand and took his hand with her left, placing it on her waist. "Hmm..."

Unable to resist touching the softness of her body, he slid his hand down and squeezed her buttock from behind.

"Hiss..." As she was about to take his lips, he lowered his head, kissing under her chin, and started going down. 

Geetha held his head, savoring the kisses. He kissed every inch as he went down, kissed her cleavage, and went further down to take her right nipple, hidden in the bra, with his lips. She shivered all over at once.

"Aahh... puppy."

He put out his tongue and sensually moved it up and down on her erect nipple, making her breast twitch, and Geetha writhed her body pleasurably. He kissed her breasts over the bra, and as he prodded her nipples with his tongue, she let out lustful moans.
"Uh... slowly."

He pressed his lips and rained thick kisses on her cheese mounds. The bra was half-soaked with sweat, and with Bharath's saliva, her breasts were swelling with each breath, looking like they would burst out. 

She held Bharath's head tightly from behind and pressed it into cleavage. He opened his mouth there and sensually licked. The tingling in Geetha's core increased, and she let out moans.

"Ahh..."

"Ahh... how beautiful you are, Miss. I want to stay like this forever."

"That's enough now."

"Uh-uh..." He continued kissing downwards from there. He bit and licked her waist, going further down, and bit the fat under her navel like papaya pulp with his teeth and pulled. 

Geetha, "Isss Haa..." bit her teeth and pushed his forehead with her hand.

"Sorry, Miss."

"Don't bite like that."

"I didn't mean to, it just happened."

"Uh..."

As Geetha nodded, he suddenly kissed her navel again and poked his tongue in. Her nerves tingled, and she immediately grabbed his hair and pulled him back. But he didn't stop, he kissed her navel one more time and came up.

He put his face in front of hers and smiled mischievously. "Miss, just one more time, please."

Geetha was about to take his lips, but he didn't let her. "Hey..."

"Haha... what's up, Miss?"

She looked down; Bharath's member was still sticking out like a rod. Seeing Bharath's laugh, she got angry, pulled his head close, and with her right hand, she suddenly grabbed and squeezed his erect member. 

He was airborne at that touch. "Hah... Miss," he moaned.

Geetha took that opportunity and joined her lips with his lower lip. "Umm..." She squeezed his member hard one more time. He also bit her upper lip hard with his teeth.

‘Geetha, that's enough.’

She released his member, grabbed Bharath's waist, and pulled him up. He came completely between her legs and leaned over her, both of them sucking each other's lips and exchanging saliva. Bharath felt the heat radiating from her thighs and pressed his member even closer, exactly an inch above Geetha's labia.

"Hah..." she moaned into his mouth and was about to release her lips when he bit her lower lip with his teeth and pulled. Geetha felt a burning sensation and screamed, "Ash..." He let go.

Smiling mischievously, Geetha asked, "Why do you bite like that?" She held Bharath's face and playfully bit his lower lip again.

"Shh... Miss, I didn't do it that hard."

"Haha..."

Bharath's member, like a red-hot iron hammer, poked her navel, stirring desire in her navel. 

He put his hands behind her and scratched her with his fingers. Bharath brought his hands up, held her face, and intensely put his mouth into hers.

They both alternately sucked each other's lips, and saliva dripped from her upper lip onto Bharath's lower lip. He put his tongue into her mouth, licked her upper lip, joined their lips, and as they bit each other's lips hard, so that their cheeks were tight, and she bit his lower lip eagerly, saliva dripped from Geetha's chin.

For two minutes, he rubbed his member against her navel between her thighs, and she tightened her labia, releasing fluid. Above, their lips kissed, saliva dripping, and they broke the kiss for breath. Geetha's lips shone with their combined saliva, and Bharath's chin also shone the same way.

Both were breathing deeply and laughing. Then, when Geetha looked at her breasts, they were swelling in the bra cage, straining to burst out. Bharath looked at them and was about to lower his neck when she suddenly held his chin and stopped him. Bharath looked at her possessively with a faint smile.

Shaking her head, Geetha said, "Uh-uh, that's enough."

"Okay, Miss." He hugged her tightly. Geetha's beauty was pressed warmly against his chest, swelling like balloons on the sides. His member was stuck between both their waists, burning, and that fire reached between her thighs.

"Ahh... Miss."

"Uh... move back a little."

He rubbed his nose into her neck, inhaling her scent and becoming intoxicated. "Miss, just one minute."

But Geetha was getting messy between her thighs. Her panty was already soaked, and her thighs felt uncomfortable. 

‘Let me go, I need to shower.’

"I like you, Miss. I don't like to bother you. Sorry for stopping the kiss."

She clasped her hands behind Bharath's back and embraced the hug even more lovingly. 

"Hey... puppy, you've been playing too many games lately."

"Miss, Gautam sir called me the other day." At that, she felt a little anxious.

"Oh, really?"

"Hmm... Miss, I thought of telling him I kissed you." She quickly pulled Bharath's head back and looked at him anxiously.

"Did you tell him?"

"No, Miss, how could I without telling you? I was scared." She gently kissed Bharath's lips. 

"Don't tell him. Whatever you feel, tell me first."

"Hmm..."

"Puppy, aren't you going home today?"

"Miss, I'll take a shower, get my books, and come back here."

"But when you come back, you have to study, not come to me like this."

"Miss, will I really be in the top ten?"

"Hey, why wouldn't you? You're studying, aren't you?"

"Ha..."

"Tell me the truth, are you studying when you go home?"

"I am, Miss, promise." He took her lips. When she stuck out her tongue, he licked and sucked it with his own tongue.

"Umm... Miss, does Gautam sir really not do this to you?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"You don't need to know all that."

"Sorry, Miss."

"Move back a little."

"Why, Miss?" She looked down and bit her lip shyly as Bharath's member poked her navel.

"Miss, hold it again." She was shocked and looked up, her pupils wide.

"It's okay, Miss." She lowered her right hand and touched his member's head with her fingers, making Bharath shiver, "Mmm," and he gripped her hips.

"Stand back a little." He took a step back. Geetha kept her hand pressed there, bit her lip, and stroked down the full length.

"Ahh... Miss." She let go. She got down, shyly pushed Bharath, and entered the bedroom, then the bathroom. 

Bharath came holding his pants and Geetha's white robe and saw that the bathroom door wasn't fully closed. He opened the door and saw Geetha still in her bra and panty, facing away from him under the shower. Seeing her white thighs, buttocks, and golden-glowing back, the heat between his legs intensified.

"Miss..." he called softly.

Geetha didn't make a sound. 

‘Don't come, don't come.’

“Miss, can I come in?” Bharat chuckled to himself, his voice a low murmur.

‘Oh no, he’s asking. No, what can I say?’ Geeta’s mind raced.

Bharat stepped inside, a slow, hesitant movement, then reached out from behind her, his hands finding purchase on her shoulders. A jolt, like an electric current, coursed through Geeta’s body. Her eyes slammed shut in a desperate reflex.

He advanced, pressing his hard, erect form against her buttocks, his face drawing close to her left ear. Her trembling intensified with the intimate contact. Bharat inhaled the scent of her hair, then a husky whisper escaped his lips, "What happened, Miss? Why aren’t you talking?"

He fought the urge to withdraw his hands, but the pull was too strong. His right hand found her right buttock, and the warmth of his fingers sent a tremor through Geeta’s knees. He caressed the soft skin, then slid his hand down, his fingers curling, squeezing her from bottom to top.



“Aah…” A moan escaped Geeta, her fingers pressing against the nearby wall for support.

He kissed the back of her neck.

‘Ah, what am I doing? 

I can’t stop him, and 

how did he even dare to come 

into my bathroom today?’

“Iss… puppy, you shouldn’t come into the bathroom like this,” Geeta managed to say, her voice barely a whisper.

“Miss, but I saw your butt and wanted to touch it once,” Bharat replied, unabashed.

“Hey, what kind of talk is that?”

“What did I say now?” He traced his fingers over her rounded, pillow-like buttock once more, squeezing gently.

Biting her lip passionately, Geeta let out a soft, “Mmmmmm…”

“Miss, if I top the class in pre-finals, what will you give me?” Bharat’s voice held a playful challenge.

‘ Another game. 

I shouldn’t agree to this one.’ 

Yet, games with Bharat were exhilarating, each one pushing a boundary, his playful teasing igniting her desires.

“Hey, naughty fellow… always a challenge?” Geeta teased back.

“Oh, tell me, Miss.”

“You, top the class, oh let’s see…” she said, her voice laced with deliberate teasing and laughter.

“If I do, what will you give me?”

Geeta still had her eyes closed when he pulled off his underwear and tossed it outside the door.

“First, come and show me.”

“Really?”

“Yes…”

He licked the delicate fold in her neck and pressed his naked hard member against her left buttock. It was like a sharpened knife, burning as it touched her cool, buttery skin, melting the honey-like desire within her, sending waves of passion from her buttocks to her core.

‘That… that… how could he do that?’ 

Geeta was lost in thought as he guided his aroused length between her buttocks, pressing it deeper, wedging it perfectly between the soft curves, pushing her panties further down.

“Ahh… puppy,” she whimpered.

Bharat bent down, his tongue tracing her spine, licking the beads of sweat like butter. A current shot through her, a storm brewing within her body.

“Aah… shh…” Geeta moaned, twisting her body.

“Miss, even your back is so soft.” With his left hand, he held the curve of her lower back, pressing his lips firmly against the mole on her right shoulder blade, a deep, lingering kiss.
“Mmm, Bharat…”

He licked the mole again, then lifted his heels, rubbing his member up and down on her soft, elevated right buttock, savoring the gentle friction. 

Geeta couldn’t bear the intensifying heat, pressing her thighs together, trying to control the burning itch deep inside her.

Bharat’s hand slid lower from her waist. Geeta’s heart pounded, every nerve tingling.

Mind: Geeta, his hand is going down. Stop him.
Body: Let it go. How much more can you hold back?

Bharat’s fingers slid further, grasping her hips at the height of her buttocks, pulling her back even more, pressing his member harder against her.

Licking below her ear, Bharat whispered, “Miss, I saw you from behind that day.”

She laughed, her right hand reaching behind to cup Bharat’s head. “Hey, you thief.”

“How are you so hot, Miss?” He leaned forward and claimed her lips. They sucked at each other’s mouths, a passionate exchange.

The softness of Geeta’s skin gave Bharat’s member immense pleasure. He released her lips, a ragged “Ha… Iss… Mmm…” escaping him, then swayed, and the morning’s accumulated fluid ejaculated like liquid mercury onto her white, milky buttocks. 



It was thick and hot, wetting her pluffiness, trickling down, creating a throbbing sensation in her thighs.

Breathing heavily, Bharat whispered, “Ahh… Miss… Ugh…” burying his face in Geeta’s back, leaning on her. 

Geeta giggled at what had transpired, swaying gently. Bharat gave her another kiss on her back. 

Geeta couldn’t control the restless itch in her core, as insistent as it had been the night before.

“Bharat, get out. I need to take a bath.”

“Miss…”

“Hey, puppy, you should listen…” she said, pushing him away.

“… Okay, Miss,” he conceded, his voice laced with reluctance.
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To be continued……….