20-08-2025, 10:05 PM
"Miss..." Bharath's voice was a ragged whisper, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
"Hm?" Geetha hummed, her attention elsewhere.
"Unclasp the hooks," he pleaded.
"No." The word was firm, a soft refusal.
"Are you really sure?" His hand was on her waist, the familiar curve a tantalizing promise.
"Not now. Wait," she said, and with a gentle motion, she pressed his face against her chest. "I'll give it to you once we're in the room, puppy. Wait."
"Okay," he conceded, the word a sigh.
"I'm telling you, you'd better not be this stubborn once we go to Canada."
"What am I doing now? Miss..." His hands, restless and demanding, began to knead her boob from the bottom up. "These are tempting me."
"Sss... let go." She moved his hand, holding it against her waist.
"This waist fold is tempting me, too..." he murmured, his fingers finding the soft, milky skin and squeezing it between two fingers.
She took his hand and placed it on her shoulder.
He followed her lead, kneading her shoulder as well.
"Stop."
"No matter where I touch you, your body feels like coconut halwa, Miss."
Geetha took his cheek, lifting his face to meet her gaze. With a sweet, knowing smile, she began, "If it is..."
"That's why my hands can't stop, Miss."
She looked straight into his mischievous eyes, seeing the longing for her lips. A shy blush crept up her neck, and she lowered her head.
"What?" he asked, his voice low and curious.
"I was just thinking, where do these naughty words come from, you mischievous boy?"
He squeezed both of her cheeks together, and her mouth pouted like a gold fish. "They come from looking at your lips," he confessed.
A soft laugh escaped her. "Then what about when you look at those?"
"What do you mean by 'those'?"
"The things you like."
"What do I like?"
She took his hand from her face and put it on her left boob. "These..." she whispered, biting her lip seductively.
Without a word, Bharath switched hands, taking hers down and once again slipping it into his pajamas. A hot shiver ran through Geetha's wrist, a jolt of raw sensation.
"Dirty fellow..."
"Hm..." he hummed in response.
"Tell me, what does it feel like?"
"Don't you know?"
"Hm..." she replied, her fingers closing around him as she bit her lip again.
He touched his upper lip to hers. "Miss, please unclasp the hooks."
"No."
"It's dark, isn't it?"
"Don't go back to the beginning."
"Fine," he relented.
Geetha almost took her hand out of his pajamas, but the pull was too strong. She slid it back in, her fingers wrapping around him. As soon as her hand was inside, he pulled his pajamas down, revealing in the darkness something black, like a hot frozen Chocobar.
She immediately turned her head, her gaze locking with his.
"I showed you, but when I ask you to show me, you won't," he teased.
She quickly pulled his pants back up.
He pulled them down again. "Hold it," he instructed.
She wrapped her fingers around him, taking a firm hold.
"Ahh... Miss..." he groaned, his voice a tremor of pleasure.
"Let's go downstairs. It feels weird here," she said, her voice a little shaky. "You always take me to a corner and do these things. It was the same at the wedding the other day."
"You provoke me with your beauty, and then you blame me."
"Saying these very words..." she murmured, her face turning away in a flush of embarrassment as she looked at the hot, blazing organ in her hand.
He turned her cheek toward him. "Miss, do you remember that day when I was on the stool and you hit me on my pants?"
"Mmm," she answered, the memory sparking a familiar warmth.
As Bharath kissed her cheek, he whispered, "Miss, why did you do that back then, and why are you so shy now?"
Geetha let out a small laugh. "I was just playing with you. It was funny when you kept saying 'no, no.'"
"But now you're holding onto me willingly, aren't you?" Bharath pressed.
She looked away, her gaze falling. "You're a bad boy for talking like this."
"And you're a bad girl, Miss, that's why you're doing this," he retorted with a grin.
"How can you say that to your teacher?" Geetha's voice was a mix of protest and amusement.
"What about the teacher who puts her hand in a student's pants?" He laughed, a deep, teasing sound.
"Am I really bad...?" she murmured, releasing her grip on him and resting her head on his neck.
"Miss, you tell me. Do I behave badly?"
"No," she said softly.
"Then why did you call me a bad boy?"
"Isn't it bad to be like this with a teacher?"
He took a slow, deep breath, then lowered his head to meet her eyes, his lips just inches from hers. "Miss, you're a good teacher..."
"Then I am being like this with a student, which is why you called me bad just now, right?"
"Miss, I'm not saying that. Everyone has a good side and a bad side. You're a good teacher... but do you know what the bad side of you does?"
"What does it do...?" she whispered, her neck arching slightly as their lips brushed.
He took her left hand and placed it between his thighs again. Without a moment's hesitation, with a small, mischievous laugh, Geetha pressed her index finger against the bottom of his dick and traced it all the way to the tip.
"The bad side of me... and the bad side of you... both of them want this, Miss..." he said, his voice husky, and he quickly bit her upper lip.
She still held, then began to nibble on his lower lip.
Bharath's cock swelled, growing firmer and larger. As Geetha's tongue danced on his lip, her five fingers tightened, taking its measure.
He broke the kiss. "Miss, let go."
"Why?"
"You're squeezing it."
"Because it's getting longer..."
"Mm."
"I'll tell you something, but you have to promise not to tell anyone."
"Okay."
"That... that..." She stopped, suddenly hesitant.
Bharath watched her expectantly as she closed her eyes. "Tell me, Miss."
"I feel like it would be wrong if I said that."
"Then don't say it."
"Hm..." She made a ring with her finger and stroked him, pulling the foreskin back until it was a red mushroom in the dim light.
A single, thick drop of precum liquid beaded on the tip and clung to her finger.
He saw her eyes widen as she stared at the drop. She started to rub her finger on his underwear, but he stopped her, bringing her hand up. She looked at him, her expression a question.
"Miss, show me your tongue."
She flinched. "Huh...?"
"Taste this."
‘What..., what are you saying? No, no... where is this going?’
It's true, what is about to happen?
Geetha was not ready.
Bharath couldn't control his desire.
Geetha's heat was not going to stop her.
"Ugh, what are you asking?" she pleaded.
"Miss, don't ask the good side, ask the bad side."
"But it's dirty... j..." Her words caught in her throat as her index finger, still beaded with the thick drop, touched her lips.
Bharath, his gaze intense with desire, pressed her finger against her mouth. Past her gums, past her teeth, the taste of the thick precum drop spread on her tongue.
Geetha's eyes fluttered shut, and in a daze, she sealed her lips around her finger and licked it clean.
"Dirty fellow... what a thing you've done..."
He pulled her finger out, wiped her saliva on her own lips, and then kissed her deeply.
Geetha's mind was intoxicated. In a daze, she surrendered to her lust.
“Miss, I want to see your bad side fully”
“Meaning...?”
“Meaning... how do I say it Miss?”
He stared intensely into her eyes, silent, and her heart beat a nervous rhythm.
"Miss... that..."
"I want you to kiss it, like the other day. And I want to kiss yours, too."
Geetha also thought that Bharath would ask what he was thinking. Now he had only taken the first step, waiting for the right moment.
"You're being dirty," she said.
"Did you like it?"
"What?"
"The taste?"
"Ugh, don't ask."
"If you didn't like it, why did you put it in your mouth?"
"You put it there."
"You should have stopped."
"You didn't let me stop."
"I was watching to see if you would stop... you didn't."
"No, you didn't stop."
"No, I did stop. If you had said no, you should have kept your mouth shut."
"So what are you saying now?"
"You liked it."
"I didn't like it."
A shiver ran through Geetha as Bharath's hand descended once more, guiding her finger to him and then back to her lips. She groaned softly, her tongue tracing a line over his precum coated finger.
“You didn’t like it?” he asked, a playful smirk on his face.
“Ugh…” she moaned, slipping her finger into her mouth, a silent admission.
“Dirty Geetha…” he whispered, his voice a low rumble.
A sharp sting on his cheek was her reply. “Rascal… you're making me dirty.”
Without a word, he pulled her closer, his hand firm on the small of her back. He pressed a searing kiss between her boobs, his lips leaving a trail of fire.
“Unclasp the hooks,” he murmured against her skin.
“Ah… you do it yourself…” she breathed, her head lolling back.
“Really? Mmm… I’ll take off your bra, too…” he teased, his fingers tracing the outline of the thin fabric.
“Take it off…I won’t mind” she challenged, her eyes half-closed with want.
“Miss, you want me, don’t you?”
“Yes…”
He moved to her neck, his tongue a warm, wet line against her pulse. She let out a small, breathless gasp, her body arching into his.
“I’m hungry, I’m going to eat these,” he declared, his gaze fixed on her.
“Eat…”
Just as his finger found the first hook of her bodice, a voice from downstairs shattered the moment. “Geetha… Bittu… come on down!”
A peal of laughter escaped Geetha. “Hahaha… poor puppy…” she giggled, the spell broken.
“Damn it! We're coming, Mom…!” Bharath yelled back, his frustration clear.
Still chuckling, Geetha straightened her sari, her movements as fluid as a hen clucking down the stairs.
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To be continued……..
"Hm?" Geetha hummed, her attention elsewhere.
"Unclasp the hooks," he pleaded.
"No." The word was firm, a soft refusal.
"Are you really sure?" His hand was on her waist, the familiar curve a tantalizing promise.
"Not now. Wait," she said, and with a gentle motion, she pressed his face against her chest. "I'll give it to you once we're in the room, puppy. Wait."
"Okay," he conceded, the word a sigh.
"I'm telling you, you'd better not be this stubborn once we go to Canada."
"What am I doing now? Miss..." His hands, restless and demanding, began to knead her boob from the bottom up. "These are tempting me."
"Sss... let go." She moved his hand, holding it against her waist.
"This waist fold is tempting me, too..." he murmured, his fingers finding the soft, milky skin and squeezing it between two fingers.
She took his hand and placed it on her shoulder.
He followed her lead, kneading her shoulder as well.
"Stop."
"No matter where I touch you, your body feels like coconut halwa, Miss."
Geetha took his cheek, lifting his face to meet her gaze. With a sweet, knowing smile, she began, "If it is..."
"That's why my hands can't stop, Miss."
She looked straight into his mischievous eyes, seeing the longing for her lips. A shy blush crept up her neck, and she lowered her head.
"What?" he asked, his voice low and curious.
"I was just thinking, where do these naughty words come from, you mischievous boy?"
He squeezed both of her cheeks together, and her mouth pouted like a gold fish. "They come from looking at your lips," he confessed.
A soft laugh escaped her. "Then what about when you look at those?"
"What do you mean by 'those'?"
"The things you like."
"What do I like?"
She took his hand from her face and put it on her left boob. "These..." she whispered, biting her lip seductively.
Without a word, Bharath switched hands, taking hers down and once again slipping it into his pajamas. A hot shiver ran through Geetha's wrist, a jolt of raw sensation.
"Dirty fellow..."
"Hm..." he hummed in response.
"Tell me, what does it feel like?"
"Don't you know?"
"Hm..." she replied, her fingers closing around him as she bit her lip again.
He touched his upper lip to hers. "Miss, please unclasp the hooks."
"No."
"It's dark, isn't it?"
"Don't go back to the beginning."
"Fine," he relented.
Geetha almost took her hand out of his pajamas, but the pull was too strong. She slid it back in, her fingers wrapping around him. As soon as her hand was inside, he pulled his pajamas down, revealing in the darkness something black, like a hot frozen Chocobar.
She immediately turned her head, her gaze locking with his.
"I showed you, but when I ask you to show me, you won't," he teased.
She quickly pulled his pants back up.
He pulled them down again. "Hold it," he instructed.
She wrapped her fingers around him, taking a firm hold.
"Ahh... Miss..." he groaned, his voice a tremor of pleasure.
"Let's go downstairs. It feels weird here," she said, her voice a little shaky. "You always take me to a corner and do these things. It was the same at the wedding the other day."
"You provoke me with your beauty, and then you blame me."
"Saying these very words..." she murmured, her face turning away in a flush of embarrassment as she looked at the hot, blazing organ in her hand.
He turned her cheek toward him. "Miss, do you remember that day when I was on the stool and you hit me on my pants?"
"Mmm," she answered, the memory sparking a familiar warmth.
As Bharath kissed her cheek, he whispered, "Miss, why did you do that back then, and why are you so shy now?"
Geetha let out a small laugh. "I was just playing with you. It was funny when you kept saying 'no, no.'"
"But now you're holding onto me willingly, aren't you?" Bharath pressed.
She looked away, her gaze falling. "You're a bad boy for talking like this."
"And you're a bad girl, Miss, that's why you're doing this," he retorted with a grin.
"How can you say that to your teacher?" Geetha's voice was a mix of protest and amusement.
"What about the teacher who puts her hand in a student's pants?" He laughed, a deep, teasing sound.
"Am I really bad...?" she murmured, releasing her grip on him and resting her head on his neck.
"Miss, you tell me. Do I behave badly?"
"No," she said softly.
"Then why did you call me a bad boy?"
"Isn't it bad to be like this with a teacher?"
He took a slow, deep breath, then lowered his head to meet her eyes, his lips just inches from hers. "Miss, you're a good teacher..."
"Then I am being like this with a student, which is why you called me bad just now, right?"
"Miss, I'm not saying that. Everyone has a good side and a bad side. You're a good teacher... but do you know what the bad side of you does?"
"What does it do...?" she whispered, her neck arching slightly as their lips brushed.
He took her left hand and placed it between his thighs again. Without a moment's hesitation, with a small, mischievous laugh, Geetha pressed her index finger against the bottom of his dick and traced it all the way to the tip.
"The bad side of me... and the bad side of you... both of them want this, Miss..." he said, his voice husky, and he quickly bit her upper lip.
She still held, then began to nibble on his lower lip.
Bharath's cock swelled, growing firmer and larger. As Geetha's tongue danced on his lip, her five fingers tightened, taking its measure.
He broke the kiss. "Miss, let go."
"Why?"
"You're squeezing it."
"Because it's getting longer..."
"Mm."
"I'll tell you something, but you have to promise not to tell anyone."
"Okay."
"That... that..." She stopped, suddenly hesitant.
Bharath watched her expectantly as she closed her eyes. "Tell me, Miss."
"I feel like it would be wrong if I said that."
"Then don't say it."
"Hm..." She made a ring with her finger and stroked him, pulling the foreskin back until it was a red mushroom in the dim light.
A single, thick drop of precum liquid beaded on the tip and clung to her finger.
He saw her eyes widen as she stared at the drop. She started to rub her finger on his underwear, but he stopped her, bringing her hand up. She looked at him, her expression a question.
"Miss, show me your tongue."
She flinched. "Huh...?"
"Taste this."
‘What..., what are you saying? No, no... where is this going?’
It's true, what is about to happen?
Geetha was not ready.
Bharath couldn't control his desire.
Geetha's heat was not going to stop her.
"Ugh, what are you asking?" she pleaded.
"Miss, don't ask the good side, ask the bad side."
"But it's dirty... j..." Her words caught in her throat as her index finger, still beaded with the thick drop, touched her lips.
Bharath, his gaze intense with desire, pressed her finger against her mouth. Past her gums, past her teeth, the taste of the thick precum drop spread on her tongue.
Geetha's eyes fluttered shut, and in a daze, she sealed her lips around her finger and licked it clean.
"Dirty fellow... what a thing you've done..."
He pulled her finger out, wiped her saliva on her own lips, and then kissed her deeply.
Geetha's mind was intoxicated. In a daze, she surrendered to her lust.
“Miss, I want to see your bad side fully”
‘I know, Miss, you understand.’
“Meaning...?”
‘How can I say it without shame...
you're confusing me.’
“Meaning... how do I say it Miss?”
‘Don't say it, Bharath, please... ugh.’
He stared intensely into her eyes, silent, and her heart beat a nervous rhythm.
"Miss... that..."
‘Don't ask, don't ask...
I'll slap you, if you ask...’
"I want you to kiss it, like the other day. And I want to kiss yours, too."
Geetha also thought that Bharath would ask what he was thinking. Now he had only taken the first step, waiting for the right moment.
"You're being dirty," she said.
"Did you like it?"
"What?"
"The taste?"
"Ugh, don't ask."
"If you didn't like it, why did you put it in your mouth?"
"You put it there."
"You should have stopped."
"You didn't let me stop."
"I was watching to see if you would stop... you didn't."
"No, you didn't stop."
"No, I did stop. If you had said no, you should have kept your mouth shut."
"So what are you saying now?"
"You liked it."
"I didn't like it."
A shiver ran through Geetha as Bharath's hand descended once more, guiding her finger to him and then back to her lips. She groaned softly, her tongue tracing a line over his precum coated finger.
“You didn’t like it?” he asked, a playful smirk on his face.
“Ugh…” she moaned, slipping her finger into her mouth, a silent admission.
“Dirty Geetha…” he whispered, his voice a low rumble.
A sharp sting on his cheek was her reply. “Rascal… you're making me dirty.”
Without a word, he pulled her closer, his hand firm on the small of her back. He pressed a searing kiss between her boobs, his lips leaving a trail of fire.
“Unclasp the hooks,” he murmured against her skin.
“Ah… you do it yourself…” she breathed, her head lolling back.
“Really? Mmm… I’ll take off your bra, too…” he teased, his fingers tracing the outline of the thin fabric.
“Take it off…I won’t mind” she challenged, her eyes half-closed with want.
“Miss, you want me, don’t you?”
“Yes…”
He moved to her neck, his tongue a warm, wet line against her pulse. She let out a small, breathless gasp, her body arching into his.
“I’m hungry, I’m going to eat these,” he declared, his gaze fixed on her.
“Eat…”
Just as his finger found the first hook of her bodice, a voice from downstairs shattered the moment. “Geetha… Bittu… come on down!”
A peal of laughter escaped Geetha. “Hahaha… poor puppy…” she giggled, the spell broken.
“Damn it! We're coming, Mom…!” Bharath yelled back, his frustration clear.
Still chuckling, Geetha straightened her sari, her movements as fluid as a hen clucking down the stairs.
‘These mothers, always call you
when the game is getting good, damn it.’
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To be continued……..
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