Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Geetha showered, changed into another saree, and was about to begin cooking when she noticed the time. It was half-past two. Her stomach growled in protest. She looked at the cauliflower and bottle gourd she had bought, both of which required a significant amount of cooking time. She realized her mind must have been preoccupied with Bharat, causing her to forget her hunger.


Suddenly, a memory surfaced—Bharat had mentioned cauliflower fried rice the day they returned from the exhibition. She immediately went to the kitchen and got to work. She broke up the cauliflower and put it in the mixer. As she held it, her thoughts drifted to Bharat. She recalled him wrapping his arms around her from behind, kissing her shoulder and cheek. When she turned to face him, he took her lips sweetly. She remembered him pulling her onto his lap, unbuttoning her blouse to kiss her heart, and licking her navel as she sweated. The memories made her wet between her thighs. She smiled to herself, lost in the recollection.

She poured the mixed cauliflower onto a plate, took it to the dining table, turned on the fan, and let it dry.

Meanwhile, Bharat, having finished the egg fry he had cooked for himself, was lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone. He paused when he saw Geetha's profile picture on WhatsApp. He remembered the previous day, lying in the same bed, hugging Geetha.

That night, after Geetha had returned and closed the door, she had kissed him. He had tried to resist, but she held his face and joined her sweet lips to his. She took his waist, brought him to the bed, and they fell onto it, their lips still locked. She sat on his thighs, leaned over, and kissed him. As he sucked on her lips, she put her hands in his armpits and held them.

"Miss, where did you go? Did you drink?" he asked.

"Yes, this is the first time," she slurred.

She grabbed his hair, lifted his head, and put her mouth into his. A "slurp slurp" sound filled the room as she sucked on his upper lip.

"Mmm, puppy, did you miss me a lot?" she asked.

"Hmm..."

"What... what are you saying... hmm... hmm...? What do you know?" she said, her words slurred.

He looked into her eyes with affection and brushed the hair from her face.

"You won't understand. I want sex. While I'm drunk like this... you won't understand what it's like. If Gautham were in front of me right now, I would kill him," she said.

Bharat was shocked by her words. "Why, Miss?"

"Why? Why? How can he live there without me? How can I tell you? You won't understand. You're a puppy..." she said, kissing his cheeks.

He remained silent and leaned on the pillow. His eyes fell to her cleavage.

"What are you looking at? It's always there for you. You men are all the same," she laughed.

He turned his face away.

"Oh, are you shy? You saw everything the other day, why are you acting so innocent now? Come on, give me a kiss," she said, her voice still slurred.

She put a hand under his head, lifting him, and pressing his face between her breasts. He inhaled the intoxicating scent of her body and gave her a warm kiss. He grabbed her left boob with his right hand.

"Mmm..."

He used his index finger to pull her dress down an inch from her boobs and kissed the swell of her breast. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head back.

"No..."

"Just one more kiss."

"No, lie down..."

She fell to the side and pulled his face hard onto her bust. He put his right leg over her. She kissed his forehead. They closed their eyes.

Remembering all this, he smiled to himself. His phone vibrated, and "Miss" appeared on the screen, indicating an incoming call.

Did Geetha called him to inviteto home? Did she do it to speak casually? Or did she do it to convey something else?

Geetha: Hello

Bharat: What's up, Miss? You called?... he said with a laugh.

Geetha: Uh, uh... nothing. Did you eat?

Bharat: Yes, I ate already. And you?

Geetha: Hmm, I ate.

Bharat: What did you cook, Miss? You bought cauliflower, right?

‘Did he guess that I'd cook the same? Or is he asking casually?’

Geetha: I'm cooking the same thing you mentioned that day.

Bharath: Haha... is that so?

Geetha: Mmm...

Bharath: Mmm... (Smiling mischievously)

Geetha: Mmm... (Blushing)

A silence fell between them. Bharath put the phone in front of his face and turned on the speaker. They were silent for two minutes and two seconds. The screen showed two minutes and three seconds. 

Then four, 
five, 
six, 
seven, 
eight, 
nine, 
ten, 
eleven seconds.

Breaking the silence, Geetha asked, "Are you there, puppy?"

Bharath: "Yes, Miss."

Geetha: "What are you doing?"

Bharath: "What's there to do? I'm all alone at home."

Hearing that, a mischievous glint sparked in Geetha. Her curiosity about Bharath grew, and her interest was piqued. Biting the edge of her sari, she asked, "What did you do all alone yesterday and the day before?"

Hearing this, a sense of mischief also arose in Bharath.

Bharath: "I... I..." (He laughed)

Geetha: "Yes, you?"

Bharath: "I watched movies."

Geetha: "Which movie? Was it good?"

Bharath: "Mmm, they were good."

Geetha: "Action or comedy?"

Bharath: "Uh-uh, not those. Romance."

Geetha: "Hey... naughty!"

Bharath: "Miss, in that movie, after the hero and heroine get married, they kiss on their first night."

Geetha: "Mmm..." (She replied, waiting to see what else he would say)

Bharath: "Miss, they showed them having a baby at the end, and the movie ended. But I have a doubt, Miss."

Geetha: "What is it?"

Bharath: "Miss, they had a baby because they kissed. We have kissed many times, haven't we? Will you have baby now?”

Geetha burst out laughing.

Geetha: "Go away, you stupid boy! You do everything on purpose."

Bharath: "Oh, it's not that, Miss. After they kissed, they turned off the lights. What do they do on the wedding night, Miss?"

Her cheeks flushed red at Bharath's question.

Geetha: "Oh, puppy! Why do you need to know? You're a young boy."

Bharath: "Come on, Miss, tell me!"

Geetha: "You've seen videos, haven't you? Don't you know?"

Bharath: "What videos, Miss?" (He said, laughing to himself)

Geetha: "Tsk... are you trying to make me say it, you naughty boy?"

Bharath: "Hey, what videos, Miss? Tell me. How would I know if you don't tell me?"

Geetha: "The ones you saw on my MacBook that day, remember?"

Bharath: "On your laptop? Me? When? What were they? On YouTube?"

Geetha: "Enough, boy. All these are just your naughty acting."

Bharath: "why are you calling me an actor without telling me?"

Geetha: "I won't tell you. Go away."

Bharath: "Miss..." (He said, drawing out the word)

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Miss..."

Geetha: "Mmm, tell me."

Bharath: "Miss, when do you watch those?"

With a small laugh, Geetha asked, "Which ones?"

Bharath: "Haha... the same ones on your laptop."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Tell me, Miss, when do you watch them?"

Geetha: "I won't tell you."

Bharath: "Okay, then when you watch them, what do you do?"

Geetha: "Hey... you're going too far."

Bharath: "Come on, Miss, tell me."

Geetha: "Tsk, go away. Why are you interested in women's things?"

Bharath: "We're friends, aren't we?"

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Then tell me."

Geetha was surprised, wondering how Bharath was speaking so intimately and asking such things all of a sudden. Thinking about all this, a surge of heat coursed through her. While she wondered if it was appropriate to talk about such things with her student, a mischievousness was bubbling up within her because of his words. Not knowing what to tell Bharath, she struggled in silence.

Bharath: "Miss..."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Miss, when I see those, mine gets hard, just like it did the other day."

Geetha: "Oh, don't say that, boy... you're my student."

Bharath: "I'm telling you as a friend."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "I'll grab it and stroke it."

As those words drifted into her ear, her mind began to imagine the scene. She remembered holding and playing with Bharath's manhood, and an itch started between her thighs.

Bharath: "Miss, you're not telling me what you do."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Tell me, Miss."

Geetha: "No, Bharath. I don't like it."

Bharath: "Miss, I'm alone at home. Please, Miss. Understand. This is the first time we're talking like this."

Geetha: "Mmm, yes."

Bharath: "You're also alone there. How are you feeling?"

Geetha: "Mmm... but the way you're talking is strange, ra.”

Bharath: "Miss, I want to kiss your boobs."

Geetha's nipples stiffened. With her right hand, she touched her left boob.

Bharath: "Miss, you weren't angry that day when I did that, were you?"

Geetha: "When you did what?"

Bharath: "The same thing. When I wanted to put my hand in your panties and touch your pussy."

Hearing such words from Bharath, she felt a new sensation. She was surprised by the courage with which he was saying such things, and on the other hand, her body was craving it.

Geetha: "Tsk, puppy, where did you learn such words?"

Bharath: "What, Miss?"

Geetha: "Don't use bad words. It's wrong."

Bharath: "Then what should I say, Miss?"

Geetha: "Mmm... say it indirectly."

Bharath slowly put his right hand into his pants and began to fondle his hard-on.

Bharath: "Miss, I was about to touch yours, right?"

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Miss, you're not telling me what you do."

Geetha: "No, don't make me embarrassed."

Bharath: "Is it okay for me to talk like this, Miss?"

Geetha: "I don't know."

Bharath: "Miss, what do they do on the first night?"

Geetha: "Oh... didn't I tell you not to ask?"

Bharath: "Do they kiss the boobs?"

Geetha: "Mmm..." (She bit her lips and moaned)

Bharath: "Tell me, Miss."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Miss, does that mean we had our first night that day?"

Geetha was lost in a daze at those words. She started fantasizing about Bharath really coming onto her. The warmth of Bharath's touch reminded her of her own body. She lightly squeezed her boob.

Geetha: "Uh-uh," she replied.

Bharath: "Then what do they do?"

He took his dick out of his pants. Geetha's moaning sound made the blood in his veins boil.

Geetha: "Why are you asking when you already know?"

Bharath: "I don't know, Miss."

Geetha: "I told you to stop these naughty things."

Bharath: "Then what naughty things do you want? Do you want me to kiss your navel?"

Geetha's index finger touched her vulva. She took a breath, moaning, "Ssss."

Bharath: "Tell me, Miss, should I kiss your smooth waist?"

Geetha: "What are these words today?"

Bharath: "I want to talk to you like this, Miss."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Miss, do they kiss the waist on the first night?"

Geetha: "Ha, they do."

Bharath: "Lips?"

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Miss, then what about there?"

She was startled all of a sudden. Falteringly, Geetha asked, "Where?"

Bharath: "Right there, Miss."

Geetha: "Oh, where, boy?"

Bharath: "You'll scold me if I tell you."

Geetha: "Then don't tell me."

Bharath: "I want to tell you, Miss."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Can I ask one thing?"

Geetha: "How many more will you ask?"

Bharath: "Just this one, Miss."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Did Gautam sir kiss you there?"

Geetha knew what 'there' meant. Bharath's words were so lustful today, and she was yearning with desire. Gautam had never kissed her femininity. The very idea of kissing her there made her mind go into a frenzy. Her whole body was sweating, and new sweet desires and lustful thoughts were emerging.

Bharath asked again, breaking her thoughts.

Bharath: "Miss, did Gautam sir kiss you there?"

Geetha: "Where, Bharath?"

Bharath: "Oh, tell me, Miss. Didn't he kiss you on your wedding night?"

Geetha: "I'm feeling shy."

Bharath: "Why are you shy with me, Miss? Please, tell me."

Geetha's finger went another inch past her clitoris and entered. Her own finger gave her a thrill, and she shivered, pulling it back.

Geetha: "Uh-uh, no."

Bharath: "Miss, did he kiss there or not?"

Geetha: "I'm asking you where, aren't I?"

Bharath: "Miss, this is too much. You tell me to say it indirectly, but then you can’t get this."

Geetha: "I don't understand."

Bharath: "Ah, Miss, I remember your smell."

Geetha: "Tsk, naughty."

Bharath: "Miss, if I come to your house, will you give it to me?"

Geetha: "What?"

Bharath: "A chocolate kiss."

Geetha: "Mmm... I will."

Bharath: "What else will you give?"

Geetha: "What do you want?"

Bharath: "I'll kiss your boobs."

As he said that, Geetha squeezed her breast. Bharath fondled his penis.

Geetha: "Ah... will you give all those kisses there?"

Bharath: "Where do you mean?"

Geetha: "Right there."

Bharath: "Where, Miss? Tell me properly."

Geetha: "The place you gave one that day."

Bharath: "On the lips?"

Geetha imagined Bharath's kiss on her lips.

Geetha: "Uh-uh..."

Bharath: "On the neck?"

She imagined that too.

Geetha: "Uh-uh, no."

Bharath: "On the back..."

Geetha's whole body tingled, swayed, and writhed.

Geetha: "No, boy."

Bharath: "I licked your navel that day, didn't I?"

Geetha: "Oh, stop it, puppy. Your naughty antics."

Bharath: "What are naughty antics, Miss?"

Geetha: "These..." (She laughed)

Bharath: "You're laughing, Miss. What is it? Tell me."

Geetha: "The ones you mentioned just now."

Bharath: "What did I mention?"

Geetha: "There you go again..."

Bharath: "Haha..."

Geetha: "You naughty fellow."

Bharath: "Miss, where will I give all the kisses? Where is 'there'?"

Geetha: "You gave it, and now you're asking me."

Bharath: "Ha... I understand. Under the armpit, right?"

Geetha: "chee, you dog..."

Bharath: "Is it not? Then where else?"

Geetha: "Where you like."

Bharath: "Then the armpits."

Geetha: "Oh, tsk, no, boy."

Bharath: "You ask so much, Miss. Did you like the kiss there so much?"

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Then you can tell me where it is."

Geetha: "You know, don't you?"

Bharath: "Miss, if I come now, will you give it to me?"

Geetha: "I want to give it, but..."

Bharath: "Oh, they're so red and small, Miss. They're so good."

Geetha: "What?"

Bharath: "Your lips."

Geetha: "Bharath..."

Bharath: "Yes, Miss."

Geetha: "I'm going to my hometown with friends the day after tomorrow."

Bharath: "Miss, won't you meet me before you leave?"

Geetha: "I don't know how."

Bharath: "Miss, I'll come to your house."

Geetha: "Now?"

Bharath: "Don't you want me to?"

Geetha: "What if someone comes?"

Bharath: "Then how?"

Geetha: "Puppy, if you come, you'll do all sorts of things."

Bharath: "What did I do?"

Geetha: "Naughty things."

Bharath: "Then what should I not do? You're so beautiful, Miss."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "When I'm next to you, I want to smell you."

Geetha: "Puppy."

Bharath: "Mmm... I also want to kiss you."

Geetha: "Give me one..."

Bharath: "Where?"

Geetha: "There."

Bharath: "Where, you say?"

Geetha: "Oh, stop it, boy. Your 'there' and 'here' noise."

Bharath: "Miss, you still haven't told me what I asked."

Geetha: "What?"

Bharath: "What did we do after the painting?"

Geetha: "Tsk, go away..."

Bharath: "I took off your dress."

Geetha: "No, don't say that."

Bharath: "I kissed your waist."

Geetha: "Oh, Bharath..."

Bharath: "And your armpit too... ah..."

Geetha: "Uh, stop."

Bharath: "Then my favorite things..."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "What are they?"

Geetha: "I won't tell you."

Bharath: "Did you like it, Miss?"

Geetha: "yes..." (She smiled)

Bharath: "Did you like it when I kissed? Or when I licked?"

Unable to control the tingling, she squeezed her boobs tightly.

Geetha: "Mmmmm..." (She bit her lip)

Bharath: "Ah, Miss, your voice is so sweet, like a cuckoo."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Miss, didn't Gautam sir kiss you?"

Geetha: "Where?"

Bharath: "There."

Geetha: "Chee..."

Bharath: "Why 'chee'?"

Geetha: "Kissing there is dirty."

Bharath: "So you understood where it is?"

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Where?"

Geetha: "Oh, chi chi, I can't say it, you foolish boy."

Bharath: "Miss, I want to see it. If I come, will you show me?"

Geetha: "What...?" (She asked huskily)

Bharath: "The thing I haven't seen."

Geetha: "You haven't seen anything."

Bharath: "You know."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "If you know, tell me what it is."

Geetha: "Puppy, it's wrong."

Bharath: "It's not wrong, Miss."

Geetha: "Please..."

Bharath: "Miss, should I come tonight?”

Geetha: "I don't know what to say."

Bharath: "Miss, I want to come."

Geetha: "Come tonight."

Bharath: "Miss..."

Geetha: "Mmm..."

Bharath: "Miss, will you show me?"

Geetha: "What?"

Bharath: "Yours."

Geetha: "Mine, means what?"

Bharath: "You saw mine that day, I want to see yours."

Geetha: "It's wrong, ra."

Bharath: "I want it to be right, Miss."

Geetha: "No, it's wrong."

Bharath: "It's for us, Miss.”

Geetha: "But..."

Bharath: "Miss, I want to see your whole beauty."

Geetha: "Seeing like that is wrong, ra."

Bharath: "Then why did you see me like that?"

Geetha: "That was different."

Bharath: "No. It's not."

Geetha: "Please, boy..."

Bharath: "Please, Miss."

Geetha: "We'll see after you come at night."

Bharath: "No, I'll only come if you promise to show me."

Geetha: "Bharath, I will miss you."

Bharath: "I too will miss you."

Geetha: "Come tonight for sure... give me as many kisses as you want."

Bharath: "Anywhere?"

Geetha: "Ha..."

Bharath: "There too?"

Geetha: "No... never."

Bharath: "Then I won't come."

Geetha: "You come first, and then I'll tell you."

Bharath: "Is that all?"

Geetha: "Ha, that's all."

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