Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

He inched closer to Geetha, and his hardened erection nestled fully into her hand. Only the thin fabric of his pants separated her warm grasp from his burning desire. Relishing the sensation, she tightened her grip, squeezing him gently.

Bharath leaned Geetha back, easing her onto the pillow. "It's so hard, ra," she whispered, her voice a soft murmur.

He kissed her neck, moving lower, making it even easier for her. Her fingers continued to caress him through his pants. A fleeting thought crossed her mind, a whisper of doubt: "Is this right? No. I wouldn't do this."

But Bharath persisted, his lips tracing her neck, unable to stop. 

Geetha released him, her hands slipping inside his T-shirt to cup his back. As she touched his warm skin, a deeper craving for that warmth ignited within her. Her hands drifted lower, clutching the fabric of his T-shirt at his waist.

She kissed his cheek, then lingered, her lips just above his. "Miss, will you take off my T-shirt?" Bharath murmured, his voice husky.

Geetha turned her head away, a flicker of confusion in her eyes. Bharath gently cupped her cheek, turning her face back to him. He gazed into her eyes, an intoxicating intensity in his own. "Miss, just say anything openly."

A smile touched Geetha's eyes. "Ha, take it off."

"You take it off," Bharath challenged playfully.

"Uh-huh," she demurred.

"I took off your shirt, right? You take off my shirt."

With a hesitant touch, she grasped the edges of his T-shirt and slowly pulled it upwards. Bharath leaned back, shedding the garment. He then lay on her right side, his hand settling on her waist, and kissed her shoulder. Geetha turned her face towards him, her hands finding his shoulders as she embraced him.

As his lips explored her neck, Geetha pressed her own lips into his, her left hand ecstatically stroking his firm chest. "Miss, you can kiss it," Bharath whispered, his lips grazing the skin below her ear.

Shyly, Geetha moved down, placing a soft kiss on Bharath's chest before burying her face. 

He gently took her shoulders, shifting her until her boobs rested on the bed. His gaze fell upon her buttery smooth back, and he playfully poked her just below the neck with his index finger, sending a shiver through her. She was hiding her face in the pillow, beaming with delight.

Bharath's finger began to trace a path down her neck, along her spine. Suddenly, an electric current shot through her, and she squirmed, a soft "Ooh..." escaping her lips.

"Miss, you have a mole on your back," Bharath observed.

"Ooh," she responded softly.

"Should I kiss it?"

"Uh-huh..." she nodded into the pillow.

He tickled her neck with his finger. "Aahh.... puppy, don't ask me anything."

"Really?" he teased. Geetha remained silent.

He bent down, exhaling warm air onto her back before placing a gentle kiss on a small mole on her right shoulder blade. 

Goosebumps erupted on Geetha's skin, a delicious quiver. 

Caressing her lower back with two fingers, Bharath murmured, "Did you like it, Miss?"

"Oo..." she mumbled into the pillow.

He shifted closer, the tip of his erection brushing against Geetha's left buttock. He kissed her lower back, just above the spine. "Mmmmmm......." Geetha swayed, her hips moving subtly.

Bharath's kisses traveled upwards, a path of desire. Geetha trembled with extreme pleasure, twisting and turning like a fish out of water. "Ooooh..."

His fingers found the hook of her bra. 

Geetha stiffened, a hint of fear in her eyes. She craned her neck to look up at Bharath's face. 

In that instant, the bra unhooked. A jolt shot through Geetha's spine. She quickly turned her back, pressing herself into the bed, holding her bra cups with both hands, her gaze hesitant as she looked at him.

Bharath's eyes were alight with desire. "What are you doing, ra?" she whispered. 

In his eyes, she saw love, affection, and a potent lust.

"Miss, your boobs?" Bharath asked softly.

"No."

"But Miss, I saw them a while ago, right?"

"So?"

He bent forward and kissed Geetha's neck. "Sss..." she hissed softly.

"Miss, your boobs are sweet. I want them."

Though Geetha burned with lust, a small, stubborn voice in her mind whispered "no." "

‘No, I won't take off my bra.’

A battle raged within her: one part of her, consumed by desire, urged, ‘Take off my bra, you want it, right? You just enjoyed it.’ The other, more cautious, cautioned, ‘No, if I do this...’

"Please, Miss," Bharath pleaded, his words, his breath, his gaze, weakening her resistance. 

The desire in his eyes ignited a reciprocal flame within Geetha.

"I want it, but..." She turned her face away, a gesture of disagreement.

Gathering his courage, Bharath joined her right hand with his left palm, pushing it aside, and covered her boob with his palm. Her nipple, erect with lust, pressed against her bra cup, digging into the lines of Bharath's palm.

"Miss, if you want it, why are you stopping?" he asked.

"I can't show you like that."

"Miss, don't you like it?"

"I told you I like it, didn't I, ra?l

"Then what else?"

Geetha remained silent, turning her face away again. Bharath slipped his left hand under her head, lifting it from the pillow, and looked into her eyes. "Miss, if you stay silent like this, what can I do? I want you to enjoy it, Miss. Tell me."

She looked at Bharath, a weak longing in her gaze, but her answer remained trapped in her throat. Bharath lovingly kissed her lips. As Geetha sucked his lower lip, Bharath gently squeezed her boob with his right fingers. A soft "Mmmm..." escaped her lips.

He pushed his tongue into her mouth, touching the edge of her tongue. She, in turn, brushed against his tongue. Bharath left her lips, pulled down the bra cup, and flicked her nipple with his index finger. 

Geetha's nerves tingled and soared. "Aaaah....." she moaned.

Licking the sweat from her neck, Bharath whispered, "Miss, I know you want it."

"Ha..." she conceded, surrendering. She wrapped both hands around Bharath's shoulders, her right hand finding the back of his head. Bharath was kissing his way down, his lips trailing. He licked her cleavage. "Umm... Miss, take off your bra."

"Mm..." she mumbled, lost in intoxication, twisting and turning. 

As Bharath held both bra straps below her shoulder and pulled, she shyly and silently looked at his face, avoiding his gaze.

Bharath pulled the bra down to her waist, and she herself freed her hands from it. 

Excitedly, he tossed the bra aside. Geetha was overcome with shyness, covering her face with her palms and her modesty with her elbows. Bharath gently cradled her soft cream cheesy boobs in his warm, burning hands, on both sides of the warm crescent moons, and kissed the soft sweat valley between her elbows. 

Geetha's navel rose and fell. Her breathing became erratic, her heart rate quickened, her navel twitched, her thighs trembled, her soles tingled, and her entire body entered a trance.

He kissed there, then moved three inches down to kiss her belly button. 

She flinched, lowering her hands to hold Bharath's head. "Aah..." she gasped. He kissed his way up, resting his face between into her cleavage. "Miss, your beauty is incomparable," he breathed.

She floated in ecstatic pleasure, unable to utter a word. Her thighs burned, and in response to that burning, her body released nectar. 

As he inhaled her body's fragrance, intoxicated, and licked between her breasts, Geetha became highly aroused, feeling as though she were floating in the air. Her inner lust was breaking its bounds.

As Bharath moved his head to the left, she instinctively began to move her right hand aside. He kissed her swelling breast, then her nipple. "Aahh," she whimpered.

"Umm... Miss, how sweet you are... Umm..." He sucked her nipple between his lips, drawing out the desire within Geetha.

"Oh, slowly, ra," she pleaded.

"Umm..." As his finger went under her boob, touching its tenderness, he held it softly, squeezed it, and sucked it with his lips like squeezing ripe mango pulp, as if it were fire in his mouth.

"Aahh aa... Bha... Mm." He sucked her nipple like a baby, biting it softly with his lips. 

Geetha's heart pounded. "Mmmmmm y.... puppy, no."

Ignoring her words, he licked the saliva clinging to the nipple and circled his tongue around the mole. Geetha thrashed like a fish out of water. "Aah Aah....," she groaned lustfully.

But Bharath didn't stop. He was licking like a dog. She held his head tightly and pulled it back. They looked into each other's eyes, Geetha panting softly. Bharath brushed the hair from her forehead with his left hand.

"Miss, how was it?" he asked.

"I'm not used to this, ra. I can't bear it if you do that."

"Miss, doesn't Gautham sir do this?"

"Uh-huh... Gautham doesn't do things like this."

"So, you mean?"

"I can't explain it in a way you'd understand."

"Miss, forget that. Tell me how it felt to you."

"It was pleasurable, ra."

"Do you want more, Miss?"

"Yes."

"But you said no earlier?"

"I felt shy. How can I be like this with you?"

"Why can't you, Miss?"

"How can I be? But, what you're doing is giving me so much pleasure."

"I'll do this for you whenever we meet."

He bent down and touched her boob with his fingertips, then licked and sucked the nipple between his fingers. She grabbed his head and pushed her bust forward. He opened his mouth, enveloped her right breast, and sucked. "Mmmmm..." she moaned.

He released her, using his index finger to trace along her right nipple, then pulled it gently and looked into her eyes. "Miss, this mark was visible in the video call the other day....." As he caressed it with his finger, Geetha felt tingles. He bent his neck and took her left boob with his lips, kissing it.

"Hah...." she pulled her head back slightly.

"Miss, just a minute."

"That's enough."

Without stopping, he covered both her breasts with his palms. His hands burned, and as that fire heated her nipples, they tingled even more. He held both her breasts in his hands, looking deeply. "Miss, I love.... I love your boobs, how beautiful they are...." As he flicked his fingertips over her nipples, Geetha was captivated. As Bharath praised her beauty with such desire, she began to melt.

He bent his neck and put his face between them, then kissed her sternum through her ribcage. He placed both hands on her back and hugged her tightly. "Miss, I could sleep in this softness, Miss." Bharath's burning cheek against her, his hands like a furnace around her back, his breath like hot steam, created an unprecedented comfort in that cool room with his warm embrace.

She pulled Bharath's face to hers, hugged him, buried her face in his neck, and kissed him. 

Her breasts pressed hotly, lustfully, and softly against his arms, their combined sweat evaporating as they rubbed against each other. He began kissing her neck. 

"Hah...."

Geetha yielded, falling back, and he gradually leaned on top of her. Bharath's throbbing erection pressed hard against Geetha's thigh, and with their movement, his pants slid down, his underwear-clad erection rubbing against her thighs, igniting even more heat within her. Bharath's kisses moved down, and he kissed her right breast.

Lustfully swallowing her lips, Geetha whispered, "Mmmm... stop."

He leaned beside her, kissing the edges of her right breast, and placed his right hand on Geetha's navel, tracing his finger between its walls. Her navel nerves trembled yearningly, twisting and turning, as she surrendered her right breast to Bharath's lips. He was sucking her nipple like an unripe gbang. "Aah.... puppy."

"Umm, Miss, is this a dream or reality?" Bharath murmured. 

A thought echoed in Geetha's mind: It's true, is this a dream or reality? Is this really me? Bharath did what I imagined, is he doing it for real now? I can't believe it.

"Mmmmmm...." she hummed softly.

"Miss, I've been waiting for this day for so long."

"So, how long have you wanted this?"

"I don't know, Miss. I like your boobs. I couldn't believe it when you kissed me. Now, ummm..." He swallowed her breast.

"Aahh, oh, don't do that, ra," she pleaded.

"Why, Miss... how great it is to have such sexy boobs, ummm ......." He sucked her nipple and released it, a trail of saliva gleaming. As he poked his finger into her navel and traced downwards, his finger searched for something velvet, warm, and hidden.

‘Why is his hand going there? 

He did this in the morning too.’

 "Mm... Bharath."

Geetha moved down and joined her lips with his. She held Bharath's face and began kissing him. Bharath, without any thought, lightly stroked her wet vulva lips over her panty. 

A tsunami of warnings surged through Geetha's body. 

‘No, I can't stop.’

With anxiety, she grabbed Bharath's hand, brought it up, and placed it on her left boob. He squeezed it lightly with lust. 

"Hah...."


They were kissing more deeply. Bharath took his hand off her boob and put it on her waist, squeezing it. "Ummmm..."

"Miss, so soft...." he continued kissing.

After a few moments, Bharath's hand seemed disobedient to his words. He brought his hand forward, caressing her navel, and as he kissed her lips and moved down, his middle finger lifted the panty elastic, and his fingers slipped inside. 

Geetha felt a tickle as Bharath's fingertips touched the wet, raw hair  hidden in her wet panty.

‘Stop, Geetha...’

Geetha was frightened and flinched, suddenly pushing him away, turning away, and pulling her legs up. 

Bharath was stunned for a moment. He moved closer to Geetha. "Miss, what happened?"

"Don't you know what you did, idiot?"

"Ha..."

"You shouldn't put your hand there, you know that too."

"Sorry, Miss, but..."

"Ha, but..."

He embraced Geetha from behind. "Miss, no one has your beauty. I'm very attracted to you. I like you very much. Sorry, Miss... I did something without thinking... I scared you, forgive me, Miss."

Geetha swelled with happiness as Bharath praised her so. She smiled. "That's enough, how many times will you say it?"

"I'll say it however many times it takes, I'll keep saying it. Turn this way, I don't like to bother you Miss."

"Why, ra?"

In her ear, Bharath whispered, "I love you, Miss."

Geetha heart felt lite and warm. Her mind soared somewhere. In a trance, "Bharath....?"

"Yes, Miss, I love you, Miss, I won't hurt you. Please turn this way."

"Uh-huh..."

Bharath pleaded, held Geetha's shoulder, pulled her, and moved himself. With their movement, Bharath's erect penis came out from under his pants and pressed hotly against her asscheeks. With that, she was out of this world. 

Some intoxication covered her. 

Geetha understood Bharath's situation. He had done so much, she began to think she should give something back.

Also noticed what was pressing against her. "What do you want?" she asked.

He was shocked. "What, Miss?"

"Tell me."

"Turn this way."

Geetha couldn't stop herself and moved back, leaning her back against Bharath's chest. His warm chest made Geetha tingle. As Bharath moved a little, his penis, unable to be contained between them, rose up. Geetha's fingers couldn't stop; she put her hand back and touched the tip of his hot mushroom. 

It was warm, sticky with precum, and swelled with her touch. As her soft fingers touched it like that, he went crazy.

"Ah, Miss..." Bharath moaned.

Geetha, without thinking, let out words in a daze. "How long is it, ra?" She herself was surprised how she asked that.

"You can see for yourself, Miss."

"Bharath....?" She tightened her grip on his penis with her fingers, as if a fear arose that Bharath would move away. She lifted her neck and looked at her own fingers. 

‘Ah, what am I doing? Why is it like this?’

"Miss, should I take it out?"

Licking her lips, Geetha hummed, "Mmm..."

"Tell me, Miss."

"It's up to you, ra."

Immediately, he took Geetha's hand and put it in his pants. His entire length slid between Geetha's fingers. She wrapped her fingers tightly around it. The penis, hard, burning hot, veins swollen, trembling, passed its heat into her hand.

He released her hand, held his pants with both hands, took them off, pushed his hips forward, and pulled Geetha's ass into his thighs. He pressed his tip against her right butt. Geetha held it completely and caressed it. "Aah... Miss, your hands..."

"Mmm..." she hummed, squeezing his dick, pressing and rubbing the glans with her thumb. She lustfully shook and moved it. 

‘Aahh, how much there is, Uff.’

‘What's actually happening? 

Is this really happening? 

Ah... how smooth her fingers are. 

I feel like all my blood is rushing there. 

I just can't believe it. 

Her doing it herself means I can't hold on.’

‘Ugh... I have no shame. 

How did I even hold it? 

Oh... but I can't let go of it. 

I don't know what he's thinking. 

How many days can I hold back? 

I see it every day, oh, enough is enough.’

He kissed her neck, pleasured by Geetha's hand. He moved his hand from under hers and placed his right hand over her breast, cupping it like a ripe mango filled with juice. 

Geetha's hands wouldn't stop, playing with his dick.

"Miss, tell me, let's play like this, you with my dick, and I with your boobs," Bharath murmured, his voice thick with desire.

"Ugh, what kind of words are those?" Those words filled Geetha with an unknown craving.

"What do you say, Miss?"

"Ha." She looked back and down, starting to sway. She couldn't believe it was throbbing so fully in her hand.

Noticing her eyes, he kissed her cheek. "Miss, do you want to see?"

Geetha remained silent.

Immediately, he turned Geetha towards him and knelt. 

Gradually, Bharath slipped out of Geetha's hand. Geetha's heart sank at the sight. Could she really look at Bharath like that? She was surprised by the size of Bharath's penis. 

Words failed her. 

All the shame she had felt for so long vanished. 

Her affection for Bharath and her eagerness to give him what he asked for surged.

Bharath's veiny penis, right before her eyes, was pulsating like an engine piston just for her. 

For the first time, seeing another man's private parts, she got extreme goosebumps. 

Hesitating whether to touch it again or not, she lifted her hands and shyly held him, shaking it. 

As the foreskin moved back and forth, it felt like it was getting even longer in her hand. 

Her lust ignited, and she shook it even faster. 

Bharath thrust his hips forward, his knees trembling, and he softly cried "Ahh... Miss, ishshh" as warm, thick drops of semen spurted onto her boobs.



Her fingers were wet, and it flowed down her breasts in streams. Geetha looked in amazement. 

‘This is the second time, really?’

Bharath panted, "Miss, forgi...ve me... Phoo..." and fell down, exhausted.

Geetha looked at Bharath, who had his eyes closed, and put her left hand into her panty, touching her vulva. It was wet and tingling. She rubbed her middle finger between her labia. With her right hand, she held Bharath's left hand and trembled as she rubbed it over her vulva. Her body wanted to see Bharath do it, but her mind was holding her back. 

Swallowing her desire, she kissed his neck and placed her hand on his chest.

Bharath opened his eyes. With a slight smile, Geetha whispered, "Puppy, are you happy?"

Bharath took Geetha's left hand, put it in his mouth, and licked and sucked her fingers. 



Geetha watched passively. He took his fingers out. "Happy, Miss."

Geetha put her finger back in his mouth, and Bharath sucked. She smiled shyly and hid her face. "Miss, sorry it fell on you. I couldn't stop."

"It's okay... it's late, go home."

"I love you, Miss."

"My naughty puppy..." She kissed his forehead.

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This erotic romance is yet to reach peaks.

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To be continued……….