Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Bharat held Geetha's face, his eyes fixed on hers. "Miss, I'm serious," he said, his voice a low hum. "You're like a palakova—a sweet milk fudge—and I'm going to devour you crazily."


Geetha pulled back slightly, her expression flustered. "Don't say things like that, it sounds weird."

"How does it sound?" he pressed, his lips curving into a smile.

She looked away, twisting her fingers. "When you say it, I want it."

He leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Miss, just ask me. Just say you want it."

"No, don't talk crazy," she insisted, though a blush crept up her neck.

Bending down, he kissed the soft skin of her neck. "Miss, just stay like this. I'll go and close the door..." He moved quickly, his feet pounding softly on the floor.

By the time he returned, she was standing in the same spot, a bundle of nervous energy. "I don't understand what you're saying," she whispered, "but I can't say no."

He stepped in front of her, his hands gently on her shoulders. "Miss, do you have any other chores? You said you needed to sweep."

"No, I was just saying it," she replied, her voice barely audible.

"What about cooking then?"

"After the bath."

He pulled her into a hug. She surrendered willingly, her hands locking behind his back. 

"Miss, if you don't want this, tell me now," he said, his voice muffled against her hair.

"No," she breathed.

A flicker of fear touched her. She wasn't ready. She needed to rein in his boyish excitement. 

"What you're saying feels new," she said, pulling back. "Not now, Bharat."

He held her gently. "It's okay. I won't do anything without your consent, Geetha."

Without warning, she slapped his face, a sudden peal of laughter escaping her lips.

He rubbed his cheek, feigning pain. "Ouch... that hit hard."

"I told you these things are becoming too much," she said, her tone a mix of reproach and amusement. "Now, go. I'll take a bath and come. I'm even thinking of taking you to Canada, you know."

"Miss, you can slap me, but can I ask you one thing?" he said, a glint in his eye.

"What?"

"You take a bath, I'll watch... haha.."

"Don't you have any other thoughts?" she retorted, but a smile was playing on her lips. She took his hand, led him to the bathroom, and tried to close the door. But he was too quick, blocking her path.

"Hey, get out..." she laughed, pushing against him.

"Uh-uh... I'm watching."

"How many times will you watch? Get out."

"Please, please..." he pleaded, his eyes wide and innocent.

"Crazy dog, get out... Shoo shoo..."

"Bow... wow..." He barked playfully, then fell on her, grabbing her waist and whispering in her ear. "Don't say no to this. What am I supposed to do standing outside while you're bathing?"

"Oh, hey... stop with the overacting. You're not listening at all," she said, wiggling to get free. He pressed on her soft waist, a gentle but firm hold that made her stand still.
"Miss Geetha. Please give me permission. I'll help you take off your clothes."

She looked at him blankly for a beat, then pushed him away. "Nothing doing, go away..."

He pretended to be defeated. "Okay, bye, I'm going home."

Her hand shot out, grabbing his. "Why are you going home?"

"If I'm with you, I'll stay. Otherwise, I'll go home. Call me stubborn or whatever. Let's be free. I asked for something before, but you said 'not now.' Okay. I won't hide anything from you. I'm saying what I feel. I don't care if anyone thinks it's too much. I want to watch you, please."

Geetha, in a move that surprised them both, immediately pulled up his T-shirt. "Your clothes will get wet. Take them off outside."

A triumphant smile spread across his face. He quickly shed his pants and underwear. This was what she had wanted, too. Her heart had been yearning to see him like this. Her mind was filled with a lustful numbness as she looked at his semi-erect cock.

He didn't wait. He pulled her into a tight hug, his penis pressing against her thighs. A warm breath escaped her lips.

"Miss, go, take a bath. I'll watch."

"You're a very bad puppy, you... I'm your teacher. I can't believe this."

"Oh, please don't say 'teacher.'" He pulled her saree off. She spun around, handing him the fabric. Standing with her back to him, she revealed the cloudy folds of her waist, a mixture of shame, intimacy, and mischief.

"Miss, when they say a man will wage wars for a woman, I believe it now," he said, his voice full of awe. "I'll stay here, just like this, with my eyes open, and do penance for your waist."

"Where did you learn all these compliments, you..." she said, her voice soft and fluttering with affection.

"The more I look at your beauty, the more I can't keep my mouth shut. Either I'll kiss you or I'll keep complimenting you."

"You've matured, you naughty boy."

He moved closer, his arms wrapping around her. He lifted her left arm and kissed her, inhaling the damp scent in her armpit.

"Mmmmmm," she hummed, twisting her neck in pleasure.

"Miss, for now, I'm only watching... but... I'll definitely eat this palakova doll. I love you, my milky."

"Hey, who's a milkydoll?" she asked, a playful scowl on her face.

"You are, Geetha. You look like a palakova doll. You're my milky"

She pinched his hand hard. "Don't give me nicknames, I'm warning you."

He moved her braid aside, untied the rubber band, and let her hair cascade down. He buried his nose in the smoky kohl of her eyes, savoring the scent. "You call me a puppy. Is it wrong for me to call you a milky?”

His hand came forward, unhooking one of her blouse hooks.

"I'm older than you.”

"Miss, but what's wrong with a lover giving a pet name?"

"I'm not your lover."

"Then what are you?"

She was silent. He unhooked the last hook. "Tell me."

"A friend."

He pulled her white bra down, his hands cupping her palakova mounds. "Mmmmm..." she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.

"If you were just a friend, why would I do this, Miss?"

"Are you saying I'm not?"

His hand slid over her shoulders, pulling the blouse and bra down. He tossed the blouse aside but held the bra, bringing it to his nose for a deep sniff.

"You crazy boy..." She snatched it from him and threw it aside.

"Miss, turn this way."

"Uh-uh..."

He quickly pulled the string of her skirt, and it fell to the floor.

‘Why have I become like this? Why am I like this with him?’

‘Miss, why did we meet like this? 

Why should you be like this with me?’

"Miss, turn this way."

"Uh-uh..."

"I'll see you no matter what, turn around."

"What is this, I feel something is happening."

"Okay, should I go outside?"

She turned back, her hands reaching out to hold his, as if to stop him. He smiled, kissed her neck, and bit her gently. She raised her hands, holding her head, a gesture of surrender. She saw his penis, which was hissing in front of her, and bit her lip.

He slowly moved his right hand down to her navel, slipping a finger inside her panty, greeting the flower in her thorny garden.

"Iss..." she hissed. Unable to control her lust, she grabbed his cock with her left hand and squeezed it.



"Ah... Miss, do you still not know what we are?" he said, his voice strained. He put his hand on her back, grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck, bent her head, and licked her right cheek.

"I'm your teacher."

"I'm your student."

"Ooh..."

Kissing her cheek, he whispered, "Miss, I want to learn."

"You're not innocent. What is there to teach you? How do you know all this?" As his finger moved inside her panty, her thighs bent, and she turned and kissed him.

"Miss, I've only just started to learn all this."

"You don't need to be learning things like this right now. You said you would also stop watching porn."

"Miss, I learned all that so I could be with you like this, and so I could do whatever you ask for."

"Ooh..."

He ran his hands over her trembling thighs. To stop the numbness, she squeezed and held his neck. He lightly stroked the wet patch of her panty with his middle finger. "Miss, like this, or should I go inside?"

"Mm... a little higher,... just put your one finger on it... and curl the rest."

His fingers curled inside her panty. "Yes, Miss."

"A little higher... do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss..."

The next moment, Geetha's body felt light. She closed her eyes and sobbed, "Ahhhhhh..."

"Miss, are you okay?"

Holding her breath, she nodded. He licked the lips of her mouth, and below, he drew Telugu alphabets on her vertical lips. Her pronunciation of them became "A(అ)...Aa(ఆ)..." in moans.



Without her own will, she started caressing his hard hot meat. 

"Ummm... Miss, you said you were going to take a bath."

"Ah... you don't listen,... you're not a kid at all. Iss... don't go up and down, go sideways."

"I think it would be better if I took panty off, Miss."

"Oh, no, don't stop now. Just keep doing it."

"But Miss, it's getting sticky..." He brought his hand up to his mouth and licked it. Seeing him taste her juices, she didn't feel disgusted. Instead, his affection made her body tingle. She put her hand down and rubbed it on her wet panty. With his hand and the saliva on it, he covered her left boob.

"Mmmm... why do you do that?"

"What?"

"You put your finger in your mouth."

"I liked it. The scent near your pussy is good. Your taste was a little sweet, a little salty."

"That's dirty."

Bending and stroking her boob, he said, "If it's so dirty, why did you put mine in your mouth?"

"You asked, didn't you?"

"You liked it, right?"

"Ooh..."

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed her into his lap, and looked into her eyes. Cupping her breasts like they were palakova, he said, "Miss, I feel like eating mangoes."

Biting her lip, she whispered lustfully: "Eat..."

"Miss, not on your lips, I want to pour the juice here and eat it..." As he said this, he stroked and pinched her nipple.

"Mmmm... you can do whatever you want puppy... Don't ask me for anything today."

He kissed her nose. "What if I do it without asking? Will you get angry?"

"When you tell me what you're going to do, I want it more.”

"Then I'll pour it on your waist too." She started squeezing and moving his large cock.

"It's not good to do it just anywhere."

"Miss, do you want it?" 

As he squeezed her boob, her desire swelled. "Ohh..."

"Miss, do you know how many dreams I have... When I'm with you like this, I get crazy thoughts about doing this and that."

His cock was leaking oily precum, and as it stuck to her fingerprints, she squeezed his penis with her fingers and rubbed the oil on the nerves. "Ooh..."

"I once thought of smearing chocolate on your boobs and licking it. Today, I feel like pouring mango juice."

"Uh-uh, don't say things like that."

"Then what should I say? Well, should I ask you for something?"

Eager to know what he would ask, she put her finger in the edge of her panty. With his right hand, he squeezed his own erect penis, and with his left, he stroked the inside of her thighs, which created a tingling sensation. She waited in silence.

"Isn't it better to do something with the mouth than with the hand, Miss?"

His hands were measuring her boob, and her hands were measuring his cock. She didn't understand what he was referring to.

"How do you want it?"

"Then will you agree to do it the way I want, Miss?"

"Ooh... what did you do the other day..." she answered, writhing with desire.

"Then let's not take a bath now, Miss..."

"Why?" She looked down and scratched the tip of his penis with her thumb. The play of her finger made him tremble.

He closed his eyes with difficulty. "Shhh... Miss, don't do that. I'll cum..."

"Didn't I tell you not to say no to what I do?"

"Yes..."

A single desire arose in Geetha. Gautham would seem small. The one who wouldn't listen to her husband, why should she listen to Bharat now? She took his hand and placed it on her wet panty. As the wetness touched his fingers, he was intoxicated. He pressed his index finger on the wet line in the middle of her panty and scratched it.

"Ahhh..." she moaned.

Knowing that it was difficult to stand, he took Geetha and made her sit on the bed. He bent down and kissed her lips. As she twisted her fingers in his hair and lustfully let him suck her lips, she asked, "did Chandu ask about us?"

"Mm... I told her."

"You shouldn't have told her."

Looking into her eyes, he said, "Miss, it's nothing. We can trust Chandu."

"What's this? Until the other day, you didn't care about her much. Did you fall for her just by seeing her once?"

"You can think whatever you want..." He kissed her neck. "She's nothing compared to your beauty." And then he bit her.

"Ahhh... you're doing everything just by saying that."

"Did I ever do anything without your consent?" Immediately, her hands found his length. Feeling the masculinity in her grip, she kissed his neck.

"Mmm... Miss, Gautham Sir's is small, right?" She was slightly surprised, wondering if he had guessed or seen it.

"Don't ask about all that."

"Excuse me, Miss... I read it in a story. In it, the lady's husband had a small one, and she was attracted to a student and had sex with him because his was long."

When she heard "teacher has sex with a student," a mini-storm coursed through her body. "Ooh..." She didn't know how to respond.

"Miss, remember that one time I didn't come for tuition when Gautham Sir was there?"

"Yes, I remember."

"I came, Miss. You and Gautham Sir were in the hall, and he had his pants off and you were holding it and stroking it. I saw that from the window and stopped. I didn't knock on the door because I didn't want to disturb you. That's when I saw you licking it." 

Bharat had hidden this from her all this time. Does that mean his desires grew even more after he saw that?

"Hey, that's wrong."

"Yeah, I didn't know what to do then. I saw you. As you were pulling your saree down, I felt like someone was coming, so I closed the window and left."

Although she was surprised, she also admired his honesty. "It's okay, ra."

"Miss, since that day, I've wanted you to hold mine."

"Ooh..." She pushed her waist forward slightly, and his penis started moving in her hand in front of her breasts.

"Miss, hold mine in your mouth again." She looked down at his dick in her hand. The glistening nerves were visible, and desire was being pulled out.

"Miss, give me a kiss."

‘How can I not give you one... When I want to give it to you without shame, can I say no?’

She bent down and gave a little kiss to the base of his penis, which was standing like a soldier. His nerves tingled, and he whispered, "Ahhh..." in a numb stupor. Geetha lifted her eyes and met his gaze. He bent down and kissed her lips.

"Miss, is it not dirty now...?" She nodded with a gentle smile.

Licking her earring, he said, "Miss, in the story about Jaya Teacher, the boy Mani watches her pee and licks the pussy after pissing."

"Eww, that's disgusting..." she said, her face twisted in disgust.

"Miss, please understand, I'm saying I'm even ready to do that if it gives you pleasure."

"Eww, why would you do that? You're my puppy. I won't let you do such things... (she kissed his lips) Don't talk dirty."

"Then should I do sweet things?"

"Like what would you do?"

"I have an idea. Should I tell you?"

"No."

"Why not?" 

She grabbed his hands, pulled him onto the bed, and hugged him.

"Uh-uh, no, you'll do something... " she said, placing his right hand on her panty.

Understanding, he smiled and lightly scratched the wet patch.

"Ahhh..."

"Miss, you're treating me like a little boy and using me."

Bending and squeezing his throat, she said, "You're my puppy. If you want biscuits, you have to do as I say."

"Miss, let's go to the hall."

"No." He took his hand off. She held it and stopped him. "Hey, I didn't tell you to take your hand away."

"Come with me." He quickly got up, took her hand, went to the living room, cleared the dining table, made her sit on it, and went between her thighs, pressing his penis against her panty.

Geetha's body felt light, and she hugged him tightly. Kissing her neck, he said, "Miss, lie down."

She looked back in surprise. "Lie down, Miss..."

"Why?"

"Miss, now I'm going to eat mangoes."

Geetha moved forward, kissed his face, "Not now..." She wrapped his arms around her waist. "Bharat..."

"Tell me, Miss..." he said, kissing her cheek.

"After the mangoes... will you do that, please..." 

The nakedness of her words was a relief. 

Why should the shame that didn't reach her eyes, reach her heart? Why should she hide her desire?

They both looked into each other's eyes intensely. Rubbing his nose against hers, he said, "What should I do?"

Stuttering from the warmth of his hands around her waist, she kissed his cheek. "The one you did the other day?" Those words were the cheeky intimacy he craved. The opportunity for a playful teasing of Geetha.

"The one I did the other day... What was that, Miss?"

The fire in her thighs heated her whole body, and she gave him another sweet kiss on the lips. In a weak voice, she said, "There... will you kiss there?"

"Where, Miss?"

"There..."

"Where...?"

"Puppy, please, you... You understand me." He ran his hand over her waist and slightly squeezed her right boob.

"Sssss..."

"This? Should I kiss this?" She slapped his cheek, charmed by his playfulness.

"Down..."

"Navel?"

"Uh-uh..."