Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

In the fully lit room, Geetha looked into his sparkling eyes. For the first time, in such bright light, she was caught in his gaze, drenched in sweat and burning with lust. As she pushed him aside and ran into the bedroom, clad only in her bra and panties, his desire intensified as he saw her jiggling, full assets. He chased after her, winning the struggle with the bathroom door and stepping inside.

Geetha shyly turned away, hiding her face, her backside a vision for him. He had taken off his underwear, and the sight of him made his manhood float in a cradle of joy. He laughed, seeing her turned away with her hands over her face.

                                  ‘Miss… I can't even tell you how beautiful you are. It's this affection I have for you that gave me the courage to fight you and come in here. I don't know if it's love, or something else because of your beauty, but I had so many dreams last night. Some of them were things I'd consider wrong.’

He stepped forward and gently placed his hand on her left shoulder. She shivered. The heat from his chest felt like the sun on her sweaty back. He pressed his chest against her.

In her ear, he whispered, "Miss…"

"You're not listening to me. You're being too naughty…" she said, still hiding her face.

He brought his right hand forward and softly stroked her lower abdomen. "Miss, look at me."

"Uh-uh…"

With his left hand, he moved her hair from her shoulder and kissed the crook of her neck. 

The tip of his pole poked her left buttock. She slightly twisted her neck.

"Miss… no shower now, come on, let's go outside."

"That's enough. Please understand."

"What should I understand?…" he said, hugging her. His member began to slide against her buttock.

"Stay back a little."

With a smirk, he adjusted his hips and thrust, poking her buttocks exactly where her panties were folded. She gasped. Measuring his heat with the warmth of her buttocks, she groaned softly. He put his face in her neck and tried to pull her right hand away, but she resisted.

"Miss, look at me."

His breath caused his member to move, and she felt it against her buttocks.

"Uh-uh… I'm not looking. Put on your shorts first."

"Miss, I don't want to wear shorts. You know what I want, don't you?"

‘Oh no, he's asking. Do I have a choice?’

Her own lust wanted the same thing.

"What do you want?" she asked.

He thrust his right index finger into her lower abdomen, right in her belly button. She shivered.
"Ah…”

"Miss, why did you run away like that?"

"Mmm… what you did wasn't good."

"Why, miss?"

"You licked it, you dirty fellow."

"Why is it dirty?…" he asked, stroking the walls of her belly button. 

Geetha couldn't stand the tingling and grabbed his hand. He immediately turned her neck and kissed her cheek.

"Mmm… puppy."

"Ha… tell me, miss."

"It's dirty."

She would have stopped him if she truly wanted to, but he had already seen the desire in her eyes. She had only backed away out of fear. Confident, he made his next move.

"Miss, are you saying it's dirty to kiss there?"

"Huh…"

He slid his finger down, under her navel, and gently reached the edge of her panties. He slipped his index finger under the waistband and pushed it inside.

"No… don't… but…"

Her vertical lips were numb and craved movement. 

The thought of him touching her there, the possibility of it being wrong, and the question of whether she could stop him, filled her mind.

As his fingerprints stroked the hair around her core, a shiver spread through her spine. She held both of his hands to stop him. He withdrew his hand, and when she let go, he grabbed her milky waist with all four fingers and squeezed.

"Mmmmm…" she bit her lip and rested her head on his shoulder. He kissed her forehead and licked the chocolate cream that was stuck below her eye.

"Miss, turn around."

"Uh-uh, no."

Kissing her nose, he said, "Miss, you have chocolate on your neck and breasts. I'll lick it off."

"I'll shower, you go outside."

"Miss, I'll lick, like a puppy."

"Did I say you couldn't?"

He ran both hands under her armpits, gently stroking her ribcage, then slid his hands under her bra from the bottom and held her soft breasts.

"Is…" she groaned, grabbing his head, turning her neck back, and kissing his chin.

"Miss, let's take off your bra. I want to see."

The warmth of his hands stirred a commotion between her thighs. The tingling in her chest, the itchiness in her nipples, made her float in pleasure. She remained silent, unable to say no. 

He kissed her neck, then slightly squeezed her boobs and let go. The thrill made her float.
"Mmmm…"

"Let's take it off, miss."

"Ooh…"

He pushed the bra up, and her cheese balls were liberated. Her nipples instantly hardened with lust. Seeing his hands on them, her desire doubled. She looked back and bit his chin. He grabbed her waist and quickly turned her to face him.

"Oh no… please…" she said, hugging him. It was then she realized her mistake. His naked member had smeared its wetness below her navel. A new wave of tingling began within her.

He pushed her back, bent down, and gripped the bra clip in her cleavage with his teeth. His madness was intensified by the scent of her sweat, and his swelling erection touched her belly button like a hot iron rod. "Ss…,” she bite her teeth.

He undid the bra hook with his left hand, then kissed her between her boobs. She pretended to try to stop him, grabbing his head. He looked up into her eyes, affectionately and playfully.

"Miss, your boobs are like two halves of a coconut, so soft, so white, just like the coconut meat when you break it open."

He bent down and licked her erected right nipple.

"Mmm…" she held her breath and groaned. The sweet taste of her sweat on her nipple made him lose control. He took her nipple into his lips. Her whole body tingled and was overcome by a pleasant intoxication.

"Aaah… slowly."

He took half her breast into his mouth, playing with his tongue, and began to suck on her nipple like a little puppy. She stroked and kneaded the hair on his head, thrusting her chest forward. He bit her breast like coconut pulp.



"Aaaah…" she screamed.

Hearing her scream, his lust grew. He began to lick in a circle around her nipple and the entire boob with his tongue. She trembled, her knees giving way. She leaned back against the wall. He held her by her ribcage with his left hand.

"Miss, your nipple feels like a strawberry when I lick it…" he said, biting it.

"Aaaa… no…"

He let go and licked it, sucking on it. She couldn't breathe. She took a step back, but he grabbed her waist, took a step forward, and licked the cherry  that was moving away.

Geetha didn't know what to do. She grabbed the shower swivel on the wall next to her, and with a movement of her finger, it turned on, showering them with cold water. The chocolate on her neck and breasts slid down like mud. He was oblivious, pressing her against the wall and sucking on her nipple like a candy.

His dick was completely hard veined and throbbing. Her lower abdomen was drumming with desire, and she wished for his pole to penetrate her. 

The only way to make it happen was to lift her right leg and wrap it under his thighs. The bottom of his pole firmly touched her panties, right above her core.

"Aaah…" she gasped, grabbing his head, lifting it, and taking his lips. Seeing her encouragement, he thrust his hips forward, rubbing the length of his member against her. 

With the wall to support her, he let go of her waist and squeezed her left boob with his right hand.

"Oh, how can you squeeze it like that?" she said in a daze.

"What else should I do?…" he said, bending down and kissing the same boob  while squeezing it.

"Isss…hum… be gentle." she gritted her teeth.

The rain fell on her face, flowing down her neck and into the valley between her boobs. He kissed the wet boob, his lips pressing against the water. With one hand, she held his head, and with the other, she stroked his back.

"Move down a little…" she said, trembling.

While kissing her breast, he lowered his legs a little. This aligned the length of his member directly with her pussy line.

 The wet panties were crushed in the friction of their bodies, and his hardness ignited her honey petals with its heat. He stopped kissing her boob and moved up, kissing her lips.

"Why did you turn on the shower, miss?…"

"It happened accidentally."

He took her lips. The water from her forehead wet their lips. They sucked on each other's lips lustfully, as if drinking the rain with their saliva. Lost in the kiss, he began to pump his hips up and down between her thighs, and the friction made her pussy petals tingle.


He pulled her closer, his hand seizing her buttock, and with a gentle but firm motion, he bent her neck back and kissed her. His lips were a prelude to what was to come as he moved lower, burying his face between her boobs. He kissed them one after the other, his body a steady rhythm against hers, his erect penis grinding up and down between her thighs.

Geetha was on the brink, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "Aah..."

He took her right boob into his mouth, sucking gently.

"Mmmm... more..." she whispered, her hips starting to move, a silent plea for his rhythm to quicken, for his body to meet hers. 

But he seem to understand it otherwise. He continued to suck on her boob, a rhythmic motion as if he were milking it, all while his hard-on continued its slow, frustrating dance between her thighs.

Her nerves were on fire, and the gentle friction of his dick wasn't enough. It was a tease, not a release. 

She didn't have the words to tell him, and a silent frustration began to build. 

Bharath, lost in the moment, continued his focus on her boobs, oblivious to her inner turmoil.

His penis pressed against her panties, starting at the top of her vulva and swaying up to her navel. Knowing there was no other way, Geetha wrapped her thigh around his and began to move her hips, trying to coax him into a faster, more meaningful rhythm.

Bharath, however, wasn't ready for the end. The thought of his impending climax made him pull away, his hands grabbing her waist in an attempt to stop the friction, to prolong the moment. But Geetha didn't want that. Her body was restless, and she craved the friction he was trying to deny her.

There was only one way to stop him.

She reached her right hand down between their navels and found him. Even in the rain, the throbbing of his veins under her touch sent a jolt of passion through her. She held his length firmly, squeezing it passionately.

"Aah... Miss," he moaned, his kisses stopping.

Without a moment's hesitation, she guided him, pulling his dick and positioning its head directly on her vulva over drenched panty. 

It was an electric shock, a storm of sensation. She held his head tightly and closed his lips with hers. As Bharath kissed her upper lip and moved his hips, Geetha began to suck on his lips, mirroring his passion.

"Miss..." he murmured, his voice a low rumble.

"Aaah..." she responded, her own passion echoing his.

"Get on top of me," he said, his voice husky.

She didn't need to be told twice. She lifted her other leg and mounted him, her body a perfect fit against his. He squeezed her buttocks, and she gasped.

"Aah Bharath..."

He slid his fingers under the edge of her panties, squeezing her butt even harder.
"Abba..."

Putting his face in her neck and kissing her, Bharath murmured, "Miss... your panties will get ruined."

"Let it... Mmm..." she responded, her body arching into his.

"Aah... Miss..."

"Yes..mm..."

His penis, fought with her wet panties, a desperate plea for entry. 

Geetha knew this was dangerous. 

If the panties tore, even a little, she would be lost. 

As he buried his face in her chest and rubbed his dick against her panties, Geetha suddenly wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. A scream of "Aah. Aah.." escaped her lips, followed by a panting "Mmm..." as she buried her face in his embrace. A flood of her juices flowed, a testament to her climax, washing over his manhood.

He squeezed her buttocks, rubbing her thighs against his, his penis head now pressing against her soft tummy. As it swelled and sprayed thick sperm flood on her waist, was washed away in the rain of shower.

Both relaxed and swallowed some breath.

"puppy..." she said, her voice soft and breathless.

"Miss..."

Geetha got down, and they both held each other's waists, moving under the shower, their bodies still clinging together.

"Love you, Miss..." he whispered, and she responded with a kiss.

He pulled her bra down from her shoulders and threw it aside. "Will you soap me?" he asked, his voice playful.

Shyly, she shook her head. "No..."

Pressing his forehead against hers, he put his hand on her right boob. "Then should I rub you? I will rub here with my tongue."

"Naughty... you came in and did everything without me," she teased.

"I didn't do everything. You wasted the chocolate. I was planning to put it on you."

"Dog..." she said with a laugh.

Her wet body shone, milky-white and bright like a midday cloud. Stroking her waist, Bharath said, "You are like a milk sweet... look how white and shiny you are."

"Hmm..." she hummed, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their passion. He hugged her tightly, his softened penis rubbing against her thighs, and they stood there, together, getting drenched in the water, their bodies a perfect, peaceful calm after the storm.
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To be continued…..