Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

A wave of unease washed over Geetha as she watched the video. The man’s movements were rough, and when he tugged at the girl's nipples, a cry escaped her lips. Geetha felt a jolt of discomfort, but it was quickly overshadowed by Bharath’s bite on her neck.

“Mmm… If you won’t sit still, I’ll turn it off,” she said, her voice a low murmur.

He immediately let go. “Okay, okay.”

On the screen, the man made the girl kneel, his hand disappearing under her dress. He fingered her with a surprising speed and roughness that made Geetha wonder why the girl wasn't stopping him. Yet, the girl's groans of “Iss ha… aah” suggested she was enjoying it.



Bharath's lips brushed against Geetha’s ear, his breath warm against her skin. “Miss, what is he doing with his hand inside her dress?”

Geetha froze, her mind racing. Was this an innocent question, or was he testing her? 

“Can’t you see?” she retorted, trying to buy time.

“Yeah, but I don’t understand why he’s moving his hand like that,” he pressed.

Panic set in. She knew he would ask this, but what could she say? 

To distract him, she pinched his thigh, a playful yet firm gesture. “Didn’t I tell you not to ask anything and just watch?”

“Hmm… okay,” he mumbled, his arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her close. Geetha felt the unmistakable pressure of his erection against her back, its length pushing on her buttocks.

On the screen, the man pulled off the girl's panties, revealing her hairless pubic area. 

Geetha’s eyes flicked to Bharath, who was staring intently at the screen. A shiver ran down her spine as the heat of his body, and the hard evidence of his desire, pressed against her.

“Miss, look here,” he whispered.

She turned her attention back to the screen just as the man’s face neared the girl's pussy. 

Geetha gasped, her heart pounding in her chest. 

In video, he kissed it, making the girl moan, then licked it with his tongue. 



A cry of pleasure, “Aah,” erupted from the AirPods, and Geetha felt her own body respond.

As the man's tongue moved back and forth, the girl fondled her breasts and moved her hips in a rhythmic dance. The moans and sighs filled their ears, a shared euphoric sensation coursing through them. 

Bharath pushed aside the collar of Geetha's nightie and kissed the curve of her neck. The heat of his lips, combined with the images on the screen, intensified Geetha's desire. She placed her hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer, her lips parting as he kissed her again.

Then, the man on the screen moved away, and the girl leaned over, taking his cock in her hand and putting it in her mouth. 



Geetha, completely taken aback, immediately stopped the video.

“What happened, Miss? Why did you stop?” Bharath asked, his voice laced with confusion.

She turned to him, a flush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. “Let’s watch a different video. I don’t want to watch this one.”

“As you wish, Miss,” he said, his tone one of easy compliance.

He exited the video and searched for "Leah Gotti."

 “Miss, I like this Leah Gotti. She's sexy.”

“How many people do you know like this? You’ve become a bad boy,” Geetha teased.

“Oh, no, Miss. I've only seen a few. I'm just saying that Leah Gotti is my favourite.” He opened a video of Leah Gotti sitting on a sofa, legs spread wide.

“Is this why you like her? Look how she's sitting,” Geetha said, her tone a mix of reproach and fascination.

“Miss, that's what those videos are,” he replied simply.

“Hmm… That’s why you watch them. You’re a bad boy because of this.”

“Why do you say that, Miss?”

The video began, and he turned to her. “Miss, let’s watch. I won’t say anything, okay?”

Geetha simply hummed in agreement, her eyes fixed on the screen, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Geetha sat beside Bharath, the glow of the laptop screen casting a pale light on their faces. 



The man in the video, shirtless and urgent, kissed the girl with an intensity that sent a jolt through Geetha. She watched as he fondled the girl's breasts, his movements mirroring a rising desire she felt but dared not acknowledge.

The girl on the screen, Leah Gotti, was a vision of pale, hairless curves, and Bharath's lust flared as he watched her. 

He moved his right hand, placing it gently on Geetha’s right boob over her nightie. 

Absorbed in the video, she barely seemed to notice. He rubbed his cheek against hers, and a tremor ran through Geetha's lips. Her hand found his left fist, holding it as if to anchor herself.

On screen, the man laid the girl on a sofa and kissed her clean-shaven pussy. 



The sound of her moan, "Ah," filled the room. 

Bharath and Geetha watched, their eyes fixed on the screen. He squeezed her nipple with his finger, a slight tremor running through her as a thrill of arousal took hold. She turned her head, her gaze meeting his. He leaned in, kissing her lower lip. Geetha's hand found his cheek, and she opened her mouth, sucking on his upper lip. He pinched her nipple with his thumb, and a soft, breathless "Ha" escaped her lips.

"Miss, pull down your nightie. I want your boobs," Bharath whispered.

"No," she replied, her voice a soft protest.

He poked her nipple again. "Look, they asking me to kiss them."

"Don't act. Be quiet," she insisted, but then she kissed his lips again. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, his hand moving from her boobs to the hem of her nightie. She caught his hand, stopping him, and he brought it back up to her cheeks. Her lips puckered like a fish mouth , and he turned her attention back to the screen. 

The man was licking the girl's pussy with a feverish passion, and the girl's moans filled the room.



A new thought began to stir within Geetha, a desire she had buried for years. The questions she'd heard from Sindhu and Ramya, and now seeing it on screen—why Gautam had never done this to her—why never licked her—began to bloom in her mind. 

The girl's expressions of pure pleasure made her wonder, and Bharath’s hand on her waist, squeezing with a possessive urgency, pulled her back to the present.

"Ooh... you puppy," she said, a playful smile on her lips.

He buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent. She didn’t stop him; she understood his need. 

On screen, the man was playing with the girl's clitoris, his fingers and lips working together. 

A tingling sensation spread through Geetha. She closed her thighs, moving away slightly, but Bharath pulled her back by her waist.

"What happened? Sit still," he whispered.

"Umm..." she mumbled, her mind racing.

On screen, the man stood up, and the girl unzipped his pants, taking his cock out and beginning to lick and suck it. 



Geetha was hesitant, yet unable to look away. She remembered the first time she had done this to Gautam, how much he had loved it. 

The girl on the screen licked and sucked like a lollipop, and a memory of her own experience resurfaced.

Bharath moved his left hand behind her back, and she leaned forward slightly, anticipating his touch. He pulled her back, their eyes meeting.

"It's okay for me..miss, sit on my dick." he said, a knowing smile on his face.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, a silent acknowledgment of his understanding. 

She looked back at the screen, a small smile on her lips. He leaned in, whispering in her ear, "Miss, how about you put your hand back on my dick too?" and laughed.

"Stupid," she said, her voice soft and teasing.

He kissed her cheek, a slow, intoxicating kiss. "Umm... You held it earlier. What happened now?"

She didn't answer, her eyes fixed on the screen. He slowly moved his right hand forward, pulling up the hem of her nightie to her knees. He gently stroked her knee, and a shiver ran through her. He pulled it up further, to her thigh, and she stopped him.

"No," she insisted.

He wrapped his left arm around her neck, kissing her cheek. "Umm... I want it, I know you do too."

"No, listen to me..." she began, but before she could finish, his hand moved between her thighs, squeezing her inner thigh. A jolt ran through her, and a soft moan, "Isss," escaped her lips.

"Your thighs are so soft. I could bite them..." he whispered, squeezing again.

"Mmm... I told you I can't sit on you because you can't stay still," she said, a breathy protest.

He kissed her cheek. "Didn't I tell you that I can't control my hands either?" His hand moved up, stroking the sides of her panties.

"Enough, you puppy," she whispered, her voice a mix of protest and surrender.

"What's enough, Miss?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

"Where are your hands going?"

"Miss, look at the laptop."

On screen, the girl was lying on the sofa, and the man was between her thighs, rubbing his cock on her pussy.

"What's he doing, Miss?" Bharath asked, his voice filled with a playful curiosity.

Geetha was stunned, her mind struggling for a response. "That..." she began, 

‘Oh no, do I have to say it?’

The man pushed his cock into her, and the girl winced, a loud moan escaping her lips. 



They watched, their eyes wide as he pushed his cock all the way in, increasing his speed. 

Geetha could feel the pressure of Bharath's erection against her back, a hot, urgent presence. With the porn video on the screen and his erection burning against her, her inner desire surged, a powerful, undeniable wave of lust.

Bharath’s lips brushing her neck just below her ear, and a tingling sensation, a rush of intoxicating desire, consumed Geetha. She was accustomed to this kind of intimacy only on a screen, alone in her room, a secret comfort when Gautam wasn't around. 

Now, she was wrapped in the warmth of her student's body, leaning into him as they watched. 

A small part of her felt the weight of her betrayal, but the burning ache of her desire was overwhelming. It demanded more.

Bharath, who should have retreated to the bathroom long ago to compose himself, held his breath, paralyzed by a fear of making the wrong move. He felt helpless, so he settled for a flurry of small kisses on her shoulders and neck, a desperate attempt to express what he couldn't say.

With a trembling hand, Geetha pulled the laptop onto her thigh, her other hand sliding beneath it. 

Bharath placed his right hand on her navel, his touch gentle yet firm, and he whispered, "Miss…"

"Hmm…" she hummed in response, her voice barely a whisper.

He traced a circle around her belly button with his index finger, his touch now underneath the nightie. "I have a question for you. Don't be angry."

"Okay…"

His finger drifted lower, past her navel, between her thighs, and into her panties. 

Geetha looked up, her eyes wide with a mix of suspicion, embarrassment, and a flash of anger.

"Stop," she commanded, her voice strained.

But he didn't. 

He touched her panty triangle with two fingers, and her thighs trembled. 

Geetha bit her lip hard, a soft "ssss…mmm…" escaping her.

"Your puppy will do whatever you ask, Miss. Why do you do it by yourself?" he asked softly.

The flood of desire was too much to fight. 

She gave in, her left hand coming out from under the laptop to cup his head in both of her hands. 

He took it as a sign of permission and began to gently stroke her. 

Her thighs instinctively closed around his hand, and a small, whimpering cry, "Aah," escaped her throat.

He looked at her with an intensity that made her heart pound, then kissed her forehead. "I know what you do, Miss. I told you that day—if you want anything, just ask me, and I’ll do it."

"How can I ask…?" she began, but he silenced her with a kiss on her upper lip.

"Didn't I say you don't have to be shy with me?"

"Being like this with you…" she tried again, only to be cut off by another kiss.

"You should only be like this with me," he whispered. "I like it this way."

In her weakness Bharath’s words becoming commands to her desire.

He lifted her nightie further with his left hand, leaning his head forward to look between her thighs. 

Geetha, mortified, quickly dropped the laptop onto the bed. He looked at her panties, then pushed his finger a little further, touching the delicate folds of hers, through the fabric.

"Aah…" she shivered, her hands clenching at the back of his neck.

He took his hand out and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them slowly, deliberately, in front of her. 

It was the second time he had done this. He then held her cheek with those same fingers and kissed her deeply, their mouths moving in a hungry rhythm as they tasted each other.

Touching her cheek, which now bore his saliva, he said in an intoxicating whisper, "Miss, can you show me just once?"

Geetha’s pupils dilated, her face flushed with embarrassment. She buried her face in his neck, her chest heavy, her breath coming in labored gasps.

"No, don't ask again," she pleaded.

He moved his hand down, rubbing her soft right thigh before slowly sliding his hand into her panties again, his fingers finding her once more.

She hugged him tighter, a heavy "Aaah" sighing from her lips. "A little higher," she whispered.

He kissed her forehead. "Higher?"

"Mmm… a little higher, there," she instructed.

He looked between her thighs, then took his hand, tracing the wet mark on her panties with his finger. 

A low moan, "Mmmmm…," escaped her. Her upper lip was dry, but her lower lip glistened with moisture.

"Miss, please show me just once," he begged.

"No, you shouldn't see it," she insisted.

"What's wrong with seeing it once, Miss?"

"Oh, you're not listening to me. I'm telling you no. It's wrong, and that's it."

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "Miss, no one's here. It's just me. Show me."

He ran his finger over the wet spot on her panties, and Geetha’s entire body trembled, overwhelmed by a sweet, tingling desire. Her lips shivering like hit by a cool storm.

"Only my husband should see that," she said, her words shaky. "If you want…..you can look at your girlfriend's."

"You are my girlfriend, Geetha," he said without a moment's pause.

Geetha froze. "Bharath, don't think like that,” she uttered low.

"Why not?"

"How can you think that? I'm married."

"So what? All I want is to be like this with you. I don't want anything else."

She put her finger on his lips, trying to stop him. "You have another girlfriend, not me."

"No, you are."

"I'm older than you. Don't say that. Call me 'Miss.'"

He brushed her finger away and kissed her lips. "If you're not my girlfriend, why did you kiss me?"

She looked down, a wave of questions washing over her. 

She didn't know whether to fulfill his wish or not, didn't know where this path would lead. 

He gently stroked her thigh through her clothes and kissed her cheek.

"Okay, I'll call you 'Miss,'" he said. "But you are my girlfriend."

She looked up, her expression filled with a quiet sorrow.

"Aren't you? Tell me."

Geetha looked down at her thighs, unable to answer.

He whispered in her ear, "Should I take them off?"

"Listen to me. Don't," she pleaded.

"Is it not unfair that you saw mine, but you won't show me yours?"

"Don't say all this," she whispered.

He gently stroked the back of her thigh. "No."

"I want it. It's okay."

"It's wrong."

He moved his hand up and squeezed her right buttock. A low moan, "Mmmmm," escaped her lips.

"Look at me, Miss."

She looked into his eyes, her heart pounding.

"Don't you want to show me?"

She covered her face with her hands, overcome with shyness.

"So, is that a yes, Miss?"

She remained silent, and he took it as permission. 

He moved down to her feet and held her panties with his fingertips. 

Geetha's body was shaking with embarrassment. Her relationship with Bharath was now crossing an irreversible line. 

The part of her that only her husband had ever seen was about to be exposed to another man, her young secret lover. For life’s irony, her student.

As he gently stroked her soft thighs and pulled the panties down, she shivered with anticipation and closed her thighs. 

Bharath persisted, and as the thin fabric, clinging to her wet pubic hair, slid away, a strong, itchy desire began to build. 

He pulled the panties past her knees, then looked at the white fabric, fondled it for a long moment, and tossed it onto the bed.

He held the edges of her nightie and lifted it to her waist. Geetha covered her face with her hands, sinking into a world of shame and shyness. 

Bharath knelt between her thighs and lifted her nightie even higher. His gaze first fell on her stomach, a small dimple in the milky white skin. His eyes moved lower, to the small black hairs at the swelling of her waist, and the hairs on his own body stood on end.

‘Miss, I never thought this would happen. 

I know you're very uncomfortable. 

I asked because I knew you too wanted this.’

He blinked, his gaze fixed on the joining of her thighs. There, a closed lotus flower, sparkling with drops of elixir in the center of a small, black thorn garden. 

He was stunned. 

The erection in his shorts felt like a bell ringing, a loud, undeniable presence. He took a deep breath, feeling as if a single touch would make him ejaculate.

He extended his right hand, gently touching her with fingertip. Geetha’s thighs shivered, trying to close, and she let out a soft "Aaah."

He felt her sweet nectar wet his fingertips. He stroked her lotus with his index finger, a touch as light as a peacock's feather. 

Another lustful sound, "Isss...," escaped her.

"Miss, I don't know what to say," he whispered. "Thank you, Miss."

Immediately, Geetha covered herself with her nightie. 

Bharath was confused and moved to the side as she curled up her thighs and buried her face in the pillow. He patted her shoulder.

"What happened, Miss?"

"You mischievous stupid," she said, her voice muffled by the pillow. "You saw everything, and now you're asking what happened."