23-08-2025, 11:15 AM
Geeta’s senses swam as the musky scent of Bharat’s skin enveloped her, dizzying and overwhelming. Her lips, soft and trembling like the petals of a rose, brushed against the fevered warmth of him, sending a shiver through her body. She hesitated, her breath catching.
“Mmm… Miss…” Bharat’s voice was a low murmur, thick with longing.
She pulled back, her heart pounding. “I… I did it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with uncertainty.
Bharat propped himself up on his elbows, the mattress creaking beneath him. His dark eyes locked onto hers, glinting with a mixture of impatience and hunger. “You didn’t do it properly,” he said, his tone teasing but firm.
Geeta’s brow furrowed. “I did it, didn’t I? What more do you want?” Her words were sharp, but her trembling hands betrayed her.
His lips pressed into a thin line, and before she could protest, he leaned forward, closing the distance between them. The sudden press of his lips against hers sent a jolt through her, the friction igniting sparks in her nerves. A soft gasp escaped her as his lips grazed hers, rough and unyielding.
Bharat groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through her. Her right hand found him, her fingers curling gently, exploring the length and shape that sent illicit thrills racing down her spine. She swallowed hard, the taste of him lingering on her lips, sharp and intoxicating.
“Miss… lick me,” Bharat whispered, his voice a plea wrapped in command.
Geeta’s eyes widened, a flush creeping up her neck. “You… dirty,” she teased, though her voice wavered with a mix of defiance and curiosity.
“Just once, please…” His words were soft, almost boyish, yet they carried a weight that tugged at her resolve.
Like a child tasting forbidden sweetness, Geeta let the tip of her tongue graze his bulbous, tentative and slow. The warmth and moisture of his skin sent a shiver through her, and she felt him tense beneath her touch, his thigh muscles tightening as a low moan escaped him. He seemed to drift, lost in the sensation.
Emboldened, her hand moved with purpose, stroking gently as she watched his reactions.
Bharat’s voice broke through the haze again. “Miss… just once, please… from the base up.”
Without pausing to think, Geeta leaned in, her tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path from the base upward, savoring the sweaty warmth. Her heart thudded in her chest, a sudden panic seizing her.
“No… stop…”
The thought flashed through her mind, but her body didn’t obey.
Bharat’s voice was a low growl. “Ugh… Miss, you’re getting dirty too.”
Geeta lifted her head, a spark of defiance in her eyes. “You did this, you bad boy,” she scoffed, her lips hovering near his. Before she could pull away, Bharat’s hand tangled in her hair, pulling her close. His lips claimed hers with a fierce, hungry edge, and she melted into the kiss, her right hand still moving, stroking him as their breaths mingled.
“Bittu,” she murmured against his lips, her voice husky, “this room… it doesn’t have a bathroom.” She dipped her head, pressing another fleeting kiss to him, her heart racing with the recklessness of it all.
Bharat’s eyes darkened, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Have you ever sucked Gautam?”
The words sliced through the air, sharp and jarring.
Geeta froze, her breath catching in her throat. “W-what… what did you say?” Her voice trembled, the room spinning around her.
Bharat’s hand moved, guiding himself closer, the slick warmth brushing against her lips. The scent overwhelmed her, pulling her under like a tide. Her tongue darted out, almost involuntarily, tasting the forbidden.
“Miss… I want this,” Bharat said, his voice raw with need. “Even if you scold me… or hit me… if you agree…”
Geeta’s eyes flashed with anger, but beneath it, something else stirred—desire, defiance, surrender.
He closed his eyes in fear, wondering how she would react.
In an instant, the hand that held her hair moved down.
Geeta put her lips on his mushroom tip, moistening it with her saliva, and took it in like a canopy.
She pulled back in a moment, her chest heaving, caught between resistance and the pull of something deeper, something neither of them could name.
Bharat stood before Geeta, his heart pounding in his chest, his gaze locked on her. "Miss, if you don’t want to, stop," he said softly, his voice laced with concern. "I don’t want to bother you."
Geeta’s eyes flickered with a mix of hesitation and desire as she reached out, her fingers brushing against him. "This is hard," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, her hand lingering with a tentative curiosity. Bharat’s eyes sparked at her words, a rush of heat coursing through him.
In one fluid motion, he slid off the bed, his bare feet hitting the cool floor. He reached for her, his hands finding her waist, pulling her close. Their bodies pressed together, and their lips met in a hungry, searching kiss. As their embrace deepened, he moved against her, his arousal evident as it pressed against her navel.
"Sit down,” he urged.
Geetha obeyed, sinking to her knees as she lowered herself, her lips trailing kisses along his skin.
He reached for her hair, tugging lightly to lift her face, and in a moment of bold impulse, he tapped his cock on her lips, their connection electric. "Miss, look in the mirror," Bharat urged, his voice thick with desire.
Geeta’s gaze shifted to the mirror across the room. The reflection staring back at her was a scene she had only dared to imagine—a forbidden fantasy now unfolding in vivid reality.
Geeta in the mirror: You don't listen to me. Where is your shame? I should really talk to Gautam, that useless husband. Tsk... I never thought you'd be this bold... he's your student...
The words stung, and she turned her eyes away, unable to face her own judgment.
Bharat leaned forward, his lips brushing her forehead in a tender gesture. "No shame," he whispered, his voice steady and reassuring.
"Yes," Geeta breathed, her resolve softening.
He stood, guiding himself toward her lips, and she parted them, accepting him fully.
But as he pressed forward, he felt the graze of her teeth against him, and he paused, pulling back slightly. "Miss, you’re touching it with your teeth," he said, a hint of amusement in his tone.
Geeta’s cheeks flushed. "Yours is big," she replied, her voice a mix of awe and playfulness.
He pushed forward again. Geeta swallowed it greedily like a chocolate bar. Her small, pink lips covered his glistening, moist mushroom, and she swallowed another inch, holding Bharat's thigh with her left hand.
A bead of saliva escaped the corner of her mouth, glistening as it trailed down her chin. Bharat groaned, pushing forward just a fraction more, lost in the sensation.
Geeta’s eyes flicked upward, meeting his, her brows arching with a spark of mischief. His grip tightened on her hair, urging her closer. "Aah, Miss..." he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. She tilted her head, finding a rhythm, her lips and tongue working in tandem. The soft sounds of their intimacy filled the air, a quiet symphony of desire.
Bharat’s muscles tensed—his thighs, his stomach, his jaw—as he fought to hold onto the moment. Geeta’s cheeks hollowed with each movement, her lips gliding over him, the rhythm steady and unrelenting.
He looked in the mirror. He met her gaze in the mirror, and since his hand was in the way, he switched and held the back of Geeta's head with his other hand.
Her naked breasts were swaying in the air as she sucked. Gradually, Bharat's testicles were swaying slightly resting on her chin.
A stream of spit ran from her lower lip to her chin, creating a waterfall on her chest.
A single question nagged at Geeta’s mind, even as she lost herself in the act:
Why isn’t he finishing?
She pulled back, catching her breath, her lips glistening. "You’ll ejaculate on me," she said, her tone half-warning, half-teasing.
"No, I’ll tell you," Bharat assured her, his voice thick with need. "I have tissues."
She hesitated, then leaned forward again, taking him back into her mouth with a mix of doubt and determination.
Bharat, unable to restrain himself, pushed forward, but the sudden depth caught her off guard. She pulled back, coughing softly, a delicate bridge of saliva stretching between his bulb and her chin.
Bharat’s lips curved into a satisfied smile, his eyes glinting with a primal pride.
"Miss..." he began, but Geeta cut him off.
"Don’t you move," she instructed, her voice firm but laced with affection.
"Hmm," he agreed, yielding to her command.
She kissed him gently, then resumed, her movements tender yet deliberate. The room filled with the soft, rhythmic sounds of blowjob—slurp, slurp—as their shared desire wove a fragile, fleeting intimacy between them.
“Aah... Miss, you're sucking with such lust. Oh... I can't believe it.”
Bharat’s nerves thrummed, his body teetering on the edge of release as Geetha’s lips worked with a fervor that both startled and enthralled him.
The teenage fantasies that had long haunted his mind refused to dissipate, clawing at his restraint. His fist clenched, fighting the primal urge to surrender completely to the sensation of her mouth. But as he gazed down at Geetha’s face—her eyes half-closed, her expression a mix of passion and vulnerability—he felt a pang of guilt. This was wrong. With a sharp intake of breath, he pulled back, his body betraying him as warm sperm sprayed across her sweat-dampened, moonlit face.
Geetha grimaced, pushing against his thighs. “Eww, that’s what I told you, you rascal,” she muttered, squeezing her eyes shut as if to block out the moment. Bharat, flustered, dropped to his knees, his hand fumbling to cover her mouth, now slick with the evidence of his lapse. “Shh, Miss, don’t talk so loud. I’ll wipe it,” he whispered urgently, his voice trembling with both embarrassment and care. He yanked a packet of tissues from his pocket, his fingers shaking as he carefully wiped the thick, salty residue from her nose, cheeks, lips, forehead, and the delicate curve of her right eyelid.
Geetha rose, her body still bare, and enveloped Bharat in a tight embrace, her warmth pressing against him. “Did you like it?” she asked softly, her voice a fragile thread in the dim room.
“You showed me heaven, Miss,” Bharat murmured, his heart pounding with the weight of what they’d done.
Her eyes glistened, tears brimming as guilt surged within her. “I’m cheating on Gautam,” she confessed, her voice breaking. The intoxication of their shared pleasure had momentarily drowned out her conscience, but now it roared back, overwhelming her.
Bharat wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “Miss, it’s not your fault,” he said gently, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions within him. “This is how we should be.”
He eased her back onto the bed, his touch tender but firm. “We’re not doing anything wrong, Miss. We’re just… enjoying.”
Geetha’s lips parted, a soft “Hmm” escaping as she surrendered to his reassurance. Bharat’s gaze softened, a playful glint returning. “My teacher used to call me ‘dirty.’ I was so scared, you know, when you agreed so easily.”
Geetha laughed, a sound that broke the tension. “You’re doing some magic, you crazy boy.”
“Miss, I’m feeling sleepy,” Bharat admitted, his voice heavy with the weight of the night.
“Put your pants on,” she teased, her tone lightening.
He stood, searching for his pajamas near the bedpost. As he bent down, his eyes caught the delicate fabric of Geetha’s panties lying discarded on the floor. He scooped them up along with his pants, slipping into the pajamas before impulsively bringing the panties to his nose, inhaling deeply while watching her with a mischievous grin.
“Ugh, give them to me, you rascal!” Geetha exclaimed, hurling a pillow at him. It struck her own face instead, and she tossed it aside with a laugh.
Bharat pounced, pinning her arms to the bed with a playful intensity. “Geetha…” he began, his voice low.
“Hmm?” she responded, her eyes meeting his.
“Is your sister like you?” he asked, a teasing edge to his words.
Her brow furrowed. “What if she is?”
He released her arms, cupping her face instead. “I stopped because you’re a teacher, otherwise…” His words hung unfinished, provocative.
Geetha’s hand shot up, delivering a sharp slap across his cheek. “Watch your words,” she warned, her tone firm but tinged with playfulness.
Bharat rubbed his cheek, feigning indignation. “What did I say? You’ll hit me?”
“You think I don’t understand what you meant, you rascal?” she shot back, turning her face away.
“Tell me, what did I say?” he pressed, his voice a mix of challenge and amusement.
“Ugh, get lost,” she muttered, but her lips twitched with a suppressed smile.
Bharat grinned. “‘Ugh’? Why do you keep saying that? Is it wrong to say that if your sister is like you, I’d marry her? I can’t marry you, can I?”
Geetha’s eyes widened, a flush creeping up her cheeks.
“Oh, what am I even thinking?”
“Fine, a dog like you wouldn’t marry her. Go to sleep.”
“Tell me the truth,” Bharat said, his voice softening. “You only want me, right?”
“Yeah,” she admitted quietly, her gaze locking with his.
He kissed her neck, his hands finding her waist as he settled beside her. “Go to sleep,” she whispered, trying to rise, but he caught her hand.
“Miss, don’t put your clothes on,” he pleaded, pulling her back.
“No, absolutely not,” she protested, but her resistance faltered as she fell into his lap. His lips grazed her neck, then her shoulder, where he nipped playfully.
“Ow, you dog, why are you biting me?” she yelped, swatting at him.
“Just wait a little, Miss,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the soft curve of her back. He hugged her tightly, resting his face against the warmth of her breasts, a sigh of contentment escaping him. Geetha, relaxed in his embrace, let her thighs fall apart, unconcerned by her vulnerability.
“Miss, remember when we played hide-and-seek at the tuition center?” Bharat asked, his voice nostalgic.
“Yeah,” she replied, a smile tugging at her lips.
“I deliberately held you there and… did that,” he confessed, his tone sheepish.
“I know,” she said simply.
“Why didn’t you scold me? Weren’t you angry?” he asked, curiosity lacing his words.
“Nope,” she answered, her voice soft but certain.
He guided her to lie beside him, his eyes searching hers. “Miss, tell me why.”
She took his hand, guiding it to her left breast. Bharat’s lips curved into a smile as he caressed it gently, then squeezed, drawing a passionate groan from her. “Iss,” she gasped, her body arching into his touch.
“What happened between us, no one should ever know, okay?” she whispered, her voice urgent.
“Hmm,” he agreed, his tone solemn.
Geetha’s expression grew distant as she began to speak, her words tumbling out like a confession. “I was so worried when Gautam told me he was going abroad. He doesn’t like me staying at my in-laws’ house. He’s very independent, likes his privacy. That’s why he bought this house. We moved here, and he took such good care of me. I was so shy at first—I could barely talk to him. But I got used to it. Just when I wanted to be closer to him, he told me about this job abroad. I couldn’t say no; he said it was for our future.”
Bharat frowned. “But Miss, if you didn’t want to, you should’ve said no.”
“I did ask once, but he was firm. I couldn’t argue much. After he left, I was alone every day… until you started coming for tuition.”
“We became friends then, Miss,” Bharat said, a warmth in his voice.
“Hmm… It felt good to have you around,” she admitted. “I liked the way you looked at me, flattered me. Gautam didn’t spend much time with me, didn’t care to know my interests. But you gave me so much importance.”
“I always will, Miss,” he promised.
“When you touched me, something happened,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. “I liked everything you did with me—things Gautam doesn’t do. Don’t I have desires, too?”
“Hmm,” Bharat murmured, understanding.
“Even though it felt wrong, it felt so good to have you,” she confessed.
“Me too, Miss,” he said, his lips finding her nipple in a gentle kiss.
“Hmm,” she sighed, her body responding to his touch.
“Miss, you miss Gautam sir,” he said softly.
“Yeah,” she admitted, her voice heavy with longing.
“You’re missing him even now.”
“Yeah.”
“You’ll meet him when we go to Canada,” he said, kissing her again.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“But for now, these are mine,” he teased, laughing as he took her boob into his mouth.
“Ahh!” Geetha gasped, a mix of pleasure and surprise.
“Gautam sir doesn’t know their value, Miss,” Bharat said, rubbing his face against her chest. “I want to sleep with my head on them every day.”
“Ha… you idiot,” she laughed, swatting at him playfully.
“But can I tell you something, Miss?” he asked, his tone shifting.
“What?”
“I didn’t expect you to… suck like that. Really.”
“Stop it, you dirty fellow,” she scolded, but her smile betrayed her.
“Are you upset that it landed on your face?” he asked, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
“Oh, ugh, don’t remind me,” she groaned, covering her face.
“Miss, let’s go to the resort the day after tomorrow,” he suggested, his voice eager. “No one will be there. We’ll get a room. We’ll do the same things we did today. I’ll… ejaculate on your face. I won’t give you a tissue.”
“Stop those words, please,” she pleaded, though her laughter bubbled through.
“Hahahaha,” he chuckled. “So, we won’t be like this again?”
He hugged her tightly, his voice softening. “Miss, it’s over once we go to Canada. I just want to sleep with you. Like this.”
“Me too,” she whispered, her heart heavy with the truth of it.
He reached down, touching himself. “Should I take my pants off? Will you… suck it again?”
“Go to sleep,” she said firmly, though her lips twitched with amusement.
“It’ll get hard if your lips touch it,” he teased.
“Oh, stop those words,” she said, swatting at him.
“Hahaha, okay, okay,” he relented.
“Hey, our conversations aren’t audible to your family, are they?” she asked, suddenly cautious.
“Not like this, but if we talk loudly, they can hear,” he assured her.
“Hmm… That’s right. Did you just kiss Chandu that day, or did something else happen?” she asked, her tone curious but edged with suspicion.
“Something else, you mean?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I mean, you made me do this because you were with me…”
“No, no… Just a kiss,” he clarified. “By the way, do you think she’ll do it?”
“Do what, you rascal? You’re asking if she’ll do it?” she exclaimed, her voice rising.
“Let’s do something… You teach me how to do it with her,” he teased, dodging as she aimed a playful smack at him.
“I’ll break your teeth, you idiot,” she laughed.
“Miss, let’s do something even dirtier,” he said, his eyes glinting.
“What do you mean?” she asked, wary but intrigued.
“I’ll come to your house tomorrow, jump over the wall, and then I’ll tell you.”
“No, don’t,” she protested, but her resolve wavered.
“So, we won’t meet?” he asked, his tone softening.
“Hmm… We’ll meet. Let’s go shopping,” she suggested, a smile breaking through.
“Buy a bikini so you can wear it at the beach there,” he said, laughing. “Haha…”
“You’ll get a beating,” she warned, but her eyes sparkled.
Geetha gazed at him for a long moment. “Will I look good in that?” she asked, her voice shy.
“Oh, so you want to wear it?” he teased.
She turned away, blushing. “No,” she mumbled.
“Wear it for me,” he urged.
“Why?”
“It’ll be easy to take off. I want to see you like that.”
“Ugh, get lost,” she said, but her laughter betrayed her.
“Hmm… Good night, Geetha,” he said softly.
“Hey, I’ll hit you if you call me ‘Geetha’ again. You’re getting too bold, kid,” she scolded, though her tone was fond.
“Haha,” he chuckled.
Geetha rose, her naked form moving gracefully through the dim room as she searched for her clothes. As she bent to retrieve them, Bharat watched, captivated by the gentle sway of her breasts. His hand slipped into his pajamas, adjusting himself with a sly smile as she dressed.
Now fully wrapped in her saree, Geetha returned to the bed, climbing in to hug him tightly. She kissed him, her lips lingering. “It feels so good to be with you,” she whispered.
“Hmm… You could take off just this blouse,” he teased, his eyes dancing.
“You’re being naughty. Go to sleep,” she said, her voice a mix of exasperation and affection. “Besides, I have no shame.”
“That’s true,” he said, his smile sly.
“That’s right…” She paused, her expression shifting. “Hey, how did your sister die?”
The light in Bharat’s eyes dimmed, his face tightening with grief. “My sister was about your age, Miss,” he began, his voice low. “I was born when we lived in Karimnagar. Ever since I was in kindergarten, every Children’s Day, my sister wore an army uniform. She was crazy about the army. She played badminton, too—she taught me how to play when I was seven.”
His voice trembled as he continued. “Bhargavi Kumari… In 2016, my sister got a job as an Assistant Commandant in the BSF. I cried when she left for training. I cried a lot. I had no friends, Miss. Everyone bullied me. Only my sister played with me for who I was. Everyone fooled me, and I’d fall for it. I didn’t have the courage to fight back. I didn’t go to college properly. After her training, when she came home, I skipped college to play with her. She stayed for ten days, then was posted to the border.”
His breath hitched. “A year later, a military van came to the house… Hahaha…” His laugh was hollow, pained. “My sister was seriously injured in her eye during a border infiltration firefight at night. Her face was swollen, and even though she was bleeding, she didn’t stop. She fought until morning. My sister wasn’t like other women, Miss. She fought with courage. She saved five other soldiers. She was great. She was beautiful, just like you, Miss. Her eye… her eye was injured. I wanted to see her face one last time, but they covered her with a cloth, saying a little boy would be scared. Why would I be scared of my sister, Miss? Wasn’t she my courage?”
Tears streamed down his face as he clung to Geetha. She pulled his face into her boobs, cradling him as he wept, his sobs softening into the quiet rhythm of sleep.
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To be continued………
“Mmm… Miss…” Bharat’s voice was a low murmur, thick with longing.
She pulled back, her heart pounding. “I… I did it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with uncertainty.
Bharat propped himself up on his elbows, the mattress creaking beneath him. His dark eyes locked onto hers, glinting with a mixture of impatience and hunger. “You didn’t do it properly,” he said, his tone teasing but firm.
Geeta’s brow furrowed. “I did it, didn’t I? What more do you want?” Her words were sharp, but her trembling hands betrayed her.
His lips pressed into a thin line, and before she could protest, he leaned forward, closing the distance between them. The sudden press of his lips against hers sent a jolt through her, the friction igniting sparks in her nerves. A soft gasp escaped her as his lips grazed hers, rough and unyielding.
Bharat groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through her. Her right hand found him, her fingers curling gently, exploring the length and shape that sent illicit thrills racing down her spine. She swallowed hard, the taste of him lingering on her lips, sharp and intoxicating.
“Miss… lick me,” Bharat whispered, his voice a plea wrapped in command.
Geeta’s eyes widened, a flush creeping up her neck. “You… dirty,” she teased, though her voice wavered with a mix of defiance and curiosity.
“Just once, please…” His words were soft, almost boyish, yet they carried a weight that tugged at her resolve.
Like a child tasting forbidden sweetness, Geeta let the tip of her tongue graze his bulbous, tentative and slow. The warmth and moisture of his skin sent a shiver through her, and she felt him tense beneath her touch, his thigh muscles tightening as a low moan escaped him. He seemed to drift, lost in the sensation.
Emboldened, her hand moved with purpose, stroking gently as she watched his reactions.
Bharat’s voice broke through the haze again. “Miss… just once, please… from the base up.”
Without pausing to think, Geeta leaned in, her tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path from the base upward, savoring the sweaty warmth. Her heart thudded in her chest, a sudden panic seizing her.
“No… stop…”
The thought flashed through her mind, but her body didn’t obey.
Bharat’s voice was a low growl. “Ugh… Miss, you’re getting dirty too.”
Geeta lifted her head, a spark of defiance in her eyes. “You did this, you bad boy,” she scoffed, her lips hovering near his. Before she could pull away, Bharat’s hand tangled in her hair, pulling her close. His lips claimed hers with a fierce, hungry edge, and she melted into the kiss, her right hand still moving, stroking him as their breaths mingled.
“Bittu,” she murmured against his lips, her voice husky, “this room… it doesn’t have a bathroom.” She dipped her head, pressing another fleeting kiss to him, her heart racing with the recklessness of it all.
Bharat’s eyes darkened, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Have you ever sucked Gautam?”
The words sliced through the air, sharp and jarring.
Geeta froze, her breath catching in her throat. “W-what… what did you say?” Her voice trembled, the room spinning around her.
Bharat’s hand moved, guiding himself closer, the slick warmth brushing against her lips. The scent overwhelmed her, pulling her under like a tide. Her tongue darted out, almost involuntarily, tasting the forbidden.
“Miss… I want this,” Bharat said, his voice raw with need. “Even if you scold me… or hit me… if you agree…”
Geeta’s eyes flashed with anger, but beneath it, something else stirred—desire, defiance, surrender.
He closed his eyes in fear, wondering how she would react.
In an instant, the hand that held her hair moved down.
Geeta put her lips on his mushroom tip, moistening it with her saliva, and took it in like a canopy.
She pulled back in a moment, her chest heaving, caught between resistance and the pull of something deeper, something neither of them could name.
Bharat stood before Geeta, his heart pounding in his chest, his gaze locked on her. "Miss, if you don’t want to, stop," he said softly, his voice laced with concern. "I don’t want to bother you."
Geeta’s eyes flickered with a mix of hesitation and desire as she reached out, her fingers brushing against him. "This is hard," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, her hand lingering with a tentative curiosity. Bharat’s eyes sparked at her words, a rush of heat coursing through him.
In one fluid motion, he slid off the bed, his bare feet hitting the cool floor. He reached for her, his hands finding her waist, pulling her close. Their bodies pressed together, and their lips met in a hungry, searching kiss. As their embrace deepened, he moved against her, his arousal evident as it pressed against her navel.
"Sit down,” he urged.
Geetha obeyed, sinking to her knees as she lowered herself, her lips trailing kisses along his skin.
He reached for her hair, tugging lightly to lift her face, and in a moment of bold impulse, he tapped his cock on her lips, their connection electric. "Miss, look in the mirror," Bharat urged, his voice thick with desire.
Geeta’s gaze shifted to the mirror across the room. The reflection staring back at her was a scene she had only dared to imagine—a forbidden fantasy now unfolding in vivid reality.
Geeta in the mirror: You don't listen to me. Where is your shame? I should really talk to Gautam, that useless husband. Tsk... I never thought you'd be this bold... he's your student...
The words stung, and she turned her eyes away, unable to face her own judgment.
Bharat leaned forward, his lips brushing her forehead in a tender gesture. "No shame," he whispered, his voice steady and reassuring.
"Yes," Geeta breathed, her resolve softening.
He stood, guiding himself toward her lips, and she parted them, accepting him fully.
But as he pressed forward, he felt the graze of her teeth against him, and he paused, pulling back slightly. "Miss, you’re touching it with your teeth," he said, a hint of amusement in his tone.
Geeta’s cheeks flushed. "Yours is big," she replied, her voice a mix of awe and playfulness.
He pushed forward again. Geeta swallowed it greedily like a chocolate bar. Her small, pink lips covered his glistening, moist mushroom, and she swallowed another inch, holding Bharat's thigh with her left hand.
A bead of saliva escaped the corner of her mouth, glistening as it trailed down her chin. Bharat groaned, pushing forward just a fraction more, lost in the sensation.
Geeta’s eyes flicked upward, meeting his, her brows arching with a spark of mischief. His grip tightened on her hair, urging her closer. "Aah, Miss..." he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. She tilted her head, finding a rhythm, her lips and tongue working in tandem. The soft sounds of their intimacy filled the air, a quiet symphony of desire.
Bharat’s muscles tensed—his thighs, his stomach, his jaw—as he fought to hold onto the moment. Geeta’s cheeks hollowed with each movement, her lips gliding over him, the rhythm steady and unrelenting.
He looked in the mirror. He met her gaze in the mirror, and since his hand was in the way, he switched and held the back of Geeta's head with his other hand.
Her naked breasts were swaying in the air as she sucked. Gradually, Bharat's testicles were swaying slightly resting on her chin.
A stream of spit ran from her lower lip to her chin, creating a waterfall on her chest.
A single question nagged at Geeta’s mind, even as she lost herself in the act:
Why isn’t he finishing?
She pulled back, catching her breath, her lips glistening. "You’ll ejaculate on me," she said, her tone half-warning, half-teasing.
"No, I’ll tell you," Bharat assured her, his voice thick with need. "I have tissues."
She hesitated, then leaned forward again, taking him back into her mouth with a mix of doubt and determination.
Bharat, unable to restrain himself, pushed forward, but the sudden depth caught her off guard. She pulled back, coughing softly, a delicate bridge of saliva stretching between his bulb and her chin.
Bharat’s lips curved into a satisfied smile, his eyes glinting with a primal pride.
"Miss..." he began, but Geeta cut him off.
"Don’t you move," she instructed, her voice firm but laced with affection.
"Hmm," he agreed, yielding to her command.
She kissed him gently, then resumed, her movements tender yet deliberate. The room filled with the soft, rhythmic sounds of blowjob—slurp, slurp—as their shared desire wove a fragile, fleeting intimacy between them.
“Aah... Miss, you're sucking with such lust. Oh... I can't believe it.”
Bharat’s nerves thrummed, his body teetering on the edge of release as Geetha’s lips worked with a fervor that both startled and enthralled him.
The teenage fantasies that had long haunted his mind refused to dissipate, clawing at his restraint. His fist clenched, fighting the primal urge to surrender completely to the sensation of her mouth. But as he gazed down at Geetha’s face—her eyes half-closed, her expression a mix of passion and vulnerability—he felt a pang of guilt. This was wrong. With a sharp intake of breath, he pulled back, his body betraying him as warm sperm sprayed across her sweat-dampened, moonlit face.
Geetha grimaced, pushing against his thighs. “Eww, that’s what I told you, you rascal,” she muttered, squeezing her eyes shut as if to block out the moment. Bharat, flustered, dropped to his knees, his hand fumbling to cover her mouth, now slick with the evidence of his lapse. “Shh, Miss, don’t talk so loud. I’ll wipe it,” he whispered urgently, his voice trembling with both embarrassment and care. He yanked a packet of tissues from his pocket, his fingers shaking as he carefully wiped the thick, salty residue from her nose, cheeks, lips, forehead, and the delicate curve of her right eyelid.
Geetha rose, her body still bare, and enveloped Bharat in a tight embrace, her warmth pressing against him. “Did you like it?” she asked softly, her voice a fragile thread in the dim room.
“You showed me heaven, Miss,” Bharat murmured, his heart pounding with the weight of what they’d done.
Her eyes glistened, tears brimming as guilt surged within her. “I’m cheating on Gautam,” she confessed, her voice breaking. The intoxication of their shared pleasure had momentarily drowned out her conscience, but now it roared back, overwhelming her.
Bharat wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “Miss, it’s not your fault,” he said gently, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions within him. “This is how we should be.”
He eased her back onto the bed, his touch tender but firm. “We’re not doing anything wrong, Miss. We’re just… enjoying.”
Geetha’s lips parted, a soft “Hmm” escaping as she surrendered to his reassurance. Bharat’s gaze softened, a playful glint returning. “My teacher used to call me ‘dirty.’ I was so scared, you know, when you agreed so easily.”
Geetha laughed, a sound that broke the tension. “You’re doing some magic, you crazy boy.”
“Miss, I’m feeling sleepy,” Bharat admitted, his voice heavy with the weight of the night.
“Put your pants on,” she teased, her tone lightening.
He stood, searching for his pajamas near the bedpost. As he bent down, his eyes caught the delicate fabric of Geetha’s panties lying discarded on the floor. He scooped them up along with his pants, slipping into the pajamas before impulsively bringing the panties to his nose, inhaling deeply while watching her with a mischievous grin.
“Ugh, give them to me, you rascal!” Geetha exclaimed, hurling a pillow at him. It struck her own face instead, and she tossed it aside with a laugh.
Bharat pounced, pinning her arms to the bed with a playful intensity. “Geetha…” he began, his voice low.
“Hmm?” she responded, her eyes meeting his.
“Is your sister like you?” he asked, a teasing edge to his words.
Her brow furrowed. “What if she is?”
He released her arms, cupping her face instead. “I stopped because you’re a teacher, otherwise…” His words hung unfinished, provocative.
Geetha’s hand shot up, delivering a sharp slap across his cheek. “Watch your words,” she warned, her tone firm but tinged with playfulness.
Bharat rubbed his cheek, feigning indignation. “What did I say? You’ll hit me?”
“You think I don’t understand what you meant, you rascal?” she shot back, turning her face away.
“Tell me, what did I say?” he pressed, his voice a mix of challenge and amusement.
“Ugh, get lost,” she muttered, but her lips twitched with a suppressed smile.
Bharat grinned. “‘Ugh’? Why do you keep saying that? Is it wrong to say that if your sister is like you, I’d marry her? I can’t marry you, can I?”
Geetha’s eyes widened, a flush creeping up her cheeks.
“Oh, what am I even thinking?”
“Fine, a dog like you wouldn’t marry her. Go to sleep.”
“Tell me the truth,” Bharat said, his voice softening. “You only want me, right?”
“Yeah,” she admitted quietly, her gaze locking with his.
He kissed her neck, his hands finding her waist as he settled beside her. “Go to sleep,” she whispered, trying to rise, but he caught her hand.
“Miss, don’t put your clothes on,” he pleaded, pulling her back.
“No, absolutely not,” she protested, but her resistance faltered as she fell into his lap. His lips grazed her neck, then her shoulder, where he nipped playfully.
“Ow, you dog, why are you biting me?” she yelped, swatting at him.
“Just wait a little, Miss,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the soft curve of her back. He hugged her tightly, resting his face against the warmth of her breasts, a sigh of contentment escaping him. Geetha, relaxed in his embrace, let her thighs fall apart, unconcerned by her vulnerability.
“Miss, remember when we played hide-and-seek at the tuition center?” Bharat asked, his voice nostalgic.
“Yeah,” she replied, a smile tugging at her lips.
“I deliberately held you there and… did that,” he confessed, his tone sheepish.
“I know,” she said simply.
“Why didn’t you scold me? Weren’t you angry?” he asked, curiosity lacing his words.
“Nope,” she answered, her voice soft but certain.
He guided her to lie beside him, his eyes searching hers. “Miss, tell me why.”
She took his hand, guiding it to her left breast. Bharat’s lips curved into a smile as he caressed it gently, then squeezed, drawing a passionate groan from her. “Iss,” she gasped, her body arching into his touch.
“What happened between us, no one should ever know, okay?” she whispered, her voice urgent.
“Hmm,” he agreed, his tone solemn.
Geetha’s expression grew distant as she began to speak, her words tumbling out like a confession. “I was so worried when Gautam told me he was going abroad. He doesn’t like me staying at my in-laws’ house. He’s very independent, likes his privacy. That’s why he bought this house. We moved here, and he took such good care of me. I was so shy at first—I could barely talk to him. But I got used to it. Just when I wanted to be closer to him, he told me about this job abroad. I couldn’t say no; he said it was for our future.”
Bharat frowned. “But Miss, if you didn’t want to, you should’ve said no.”
“I did ask once, but he was firm. I couldn’t argue much. After he left, I was alone every day… until you started coming for tuition.”
“We became friends then, Miss,” Bharat said, a warmth in his voice.
“Hmm… It felt good to have you around,” she admitted. “I liked the way you looked at me, flattered me. Gautam didn’t spend much time with me, didn’t care to know my interests. But you gave me so much importance.”
“I always will, Miss,” he promised.
“When you touched me, something happened,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. “I liked everything you did with me—things Gautam doesn’t do. Don’t I have desires, too?”
“Hmm,” Bharat murmured, understanding.
“Even though it felt wrong, it felt so good to have you,” she confessed.
“Me too, Miss,” he said, his lips finding her nipple in a gentle kiss.
“Hmm,” she sighed, her body responding to his touch.
“Miss, you miss Gautam sir,” he said softly.
“Yeah,” she admitted, her voice heavy with longing.
“You’re missing him even now.”
“Yeah.”
“You’ll meet him when we go to Canada,” he said, kissing her again.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“But for now, these are mine,” he teased, laughing as he took her boob into his mouth.
“Ahh!” Geetha gasped, a mix of pleasure and surprise.
“Gautam sir doesn’t know their value, Miss,” Bharat said, rubbing his face against her chest. “I want to sleep with my head on them every day.”
“Ha… you idiot,” she laughed, swatting at him playfully.
“But can I tell you something, Miss?” he asked, his tone shifting.
“What?”
“I didn’t expect you to… suck like that. Really.”
“Stop it, you dirty fellow,” she scolded, but her smile betrayed her.
“Are you upset that it landed on your face?” he asked, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
“Oh, ugh, don’t remind me,” she groaned, covering her face.
“Miss, let’s go to the resort the day after tomorrow,” he suggested, his voice eager. “No one will be there. We’ll get a room. We’ll do the same things we did today. I’ll… ejaculate on your face. I won’t give you a tissue.”
“Stop those words, please,” she pleaded, though her laughter bubbled through.
“Hahahaha,” he chuckled. “So, we won’t be like this again?”
He hugged her tightly, his voice softening. “Miss, it’s over once we go to Canada. I just want to sleep with you. Like this.”
“Me too,” she whispered, her heart heavy with the truth of it.
He reached down, touching himself. “Should I take my pants off? Will you… suck it again?”
“Go to sleep,” she said firmly, though her lips twitched with amusement.
“It’ll get hard if your lips touch it,” he teased.
“Oh, stop those words,” she said, swatting at him.
“Hahaha, okay, okay,” he relented.
“Hey, our conversations aren’t audible to your family, are they?” she asked, suddenly cautious.
“Not like this, but if we talk loudly, they can hear,” he assured her.
“Hmm… That’s right. Did you just kiss Chandu that day, or did something else happen?” she asked, her tone curious but edged with suspicion.
“Something else, you mean?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I mean, you made me do this because you were with me…”
“No, no… Just a kiss,” he clarified. “By the way, do you think she’ll do it?”
“Do what, you rascal? You’re asking if she’ll do it?” she exclaimed, her voice rising.
“Let’s do something… You teach me how to do it with her,” he teased, dodging as she aimed a playful smack at him.
“I’ll break your teeth, you idiot,” she laughed.
“Miss, let’s do something even dirtier,” he said, his eyes glinting.
“What do you mean?” she asked, wary but intrigued.
“I’ll come to your house tomorrow, jump over the wall, and then I’ll tell you.”
“No, don’t,” she protested, but her resolve wavered.
“So, we won’t meet?” he asked, his tone softening.
“Hmm… We’ll meet. Let’s go shopping,” she suggested, a smile breaking through.
“Buy a bikini so you can wear it at the beach there,” he said, laughing. “Haha…”
“You’ll get a beating,” she warned, but her eyes sparkled.
Geetha gazed at him for a long moment. “Will I look good in that?” she asked, her voice shy.
“Oh, so you want to wear it?” he teased.
She turned away, blushing. “No,” she mumbled.
“Wear it for me,” he urged.
“Why?”
“It’ll be easy to take off. I want to see you like that.”
“Ugh, get lost,” she said, but her laughter betrayed her.
“Hmm… Good night, Geetha,” he said softly.
“Hey, I’ll hit you if you call me ‘Geetha’ again. You’re getting too bold, kid,” she scolded, though her tone was fond.
“Haha,” he chuckled.
Geetha rose, her naked form moving gracefully through the dim room as she searched for her clothes. As she bent to retrieve them, Bharat watched, captivated by the gentle sway of her breasts. His hand slipped into his pajamas, adjusting himself with a sly smile as she dressed.
Now fully wrapped in her saree, Geetha returned to the bed, climbing in to hug him tightly. She kissed him, her lips lingering. “It feels so good to be with you,” she whispered.
“Hmm… You could take off just this blouse,” he teased, his eyes dancing.
“You’re being naughty. Go to sleep,” she said, her voice a mix of exasperation and affection. “Besides, I have no shame.”
“That’s true,” he said, his smile sly.
“That’s right…” She paused, her expression shifting. “Hey, how did your sister die?”
The light in Bharat’s eyes dimmed, his face tightening with grief. “My sister was about your age, Miss,” he began, his voice low. “I was born when we lived in Karimnagar. Ever since I was in kindergarten, every Children’s Day, my sister wore an army uniform. She was crazy about the army. She played badminton, too—she taught me how to play when I was seven.”
His voice trembled as he continued. “Bhargavi Kumari… In 2016, my sister got a job as an Assistant Commandant in the BSF. I cried when she left for training. I cried a lot. I had no friends, Miss. Everyone bullied me. Only my sister played with me for who I was. Everyone fooled me, and I’d fall for it. I didn’t have the courage to fight back. I didn’t go to college properly. After her training, when she came home, I skipped college to play with her. She stayed for ten days, then was posted to the border.”
His breath hitched. “A year later, a military van came to the house… Hahaha…” His laugh was hollow, pained. “My sister was seriously injured in her eye during a border infiltration firefight at night. Her face was swollen, and even though she was bleeding, she didn’t stop. She fought until morning. My sister wasn’t like other women, Miss. She fought with courage. She saved five other soldiers. She was great. She was beautiful, just like you, Miss. Her eye… her eye was injured. I wanted to see her face one last time, but they covered her with a cloth, saying a little boy would be scared. Why would I be scared of my sister, Miss? Wasn’t she my courage?”
Tears streamed down his face as he clung to Geetha. She pulled his face into her boobs, cradling him as he wept, his sobs softening into the quiet rhythm of sleep.
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To be continued………
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