29-08-2025, 01:05 PM
Geeta, unclothed, sat on the dining table in the heart of the room, her warm, moist thighs folded beneath her.
Her gaze was fixed on Bharat's back, six feet away, a silent assessment of his youthful strength. He was her student, but the usual lines of their relationship had blurred minutes ago, replaced by a charged, flirtatious tension. She waited for her young lover, to bring the mangoes that would fulfill his desire. With her fingers, she twirled the sweat-drenched strands of hair that clung to her deep-set eyes.
When Bharat turned, two ripe mangoes in his hands, Geeta's gaze imprinted his masculinity. Her body tingled, and a quiet, shy jingling seemed to echo from her ankles as she saw his erect penis. It is jiggling as Bharath stepping closer.
"Miss, have a seat," he said, his voice soft as he drew closer.
She folded her knees and settled back onto the table, astonished at her own brazenness. Her body quivered with each step he took, a reaction that made her laugh to herself in disbelief.
He silently offered her a mango with a gentle smile. She took it, biting into the flesh. As the yellow pulpy blood released from the skin, staining her lips, he leaned in.
His kiss was quick, a taste of the fruit and her mouth, a blend of sweet juice and her own essence.
Geeta remained still, accepting this new reality, the mingling of fruit juice and his saliva.
"Miss, the mango is very tasty, isn't it?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he licked his lips.
"Hmm," she replied tenderly, a soft murmur of agreement for her young lover's words.
He bit into his own mango, a slurping sound filling the silence. She took another bite, eating in tandem with him.
"They're good, aren't they? By the way, what are your favorite fruits?" he asked.
"Apples, gbangs, mangoes..."
Without a moment's hesitation, his saliva-covered finger touched her right boob. "I like mangoes," he said. She slapped his hand away, a small, playful rebellion.
He laughed and climbed onto the table, sitting to her right, legs dangling as he ate. They both tore into their mangoes, chewing the pulp and slurping the juice. She looked up at him, watching him eat with relish, licking the juice from the corners of her own lips. He turned his head and caught her watching. A flush of shyness washed over her, and she returned to her mango in silence.
"Miss..." he called softly.
Another kiss landed on her lips as soon as she met his gaze. He sucked on her lips, drawing the mango's sweetness into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her thigh as it slipped. The mango juice, now on his lips, was applied to her milky neck, his tongue following to lick her throat.
Geeta closed her eyes, a soft, uncomfortable "Mmmm" escaping her lips. He bit her neck gently, applying the saliva-mixed juice with his tongue.
"Uh-uh, no... what is this madness?" she said.
"You wouldn't understand, Miss... I want to eat your beauty..." he murmured, his grip tightening as he continued to lick, bite, and kiss her neck.
This new sensation, this mad freedom, heightened her curiosity and passion.
She took the hand holding her and brought it to her eyes, stopping him. When he released his grip, a piece of the mango she'd been holding fell. It bumped against her breast, tiny specks of juice coating her red gbang nipple. It slid down the slope of her breast, rolled over the milky, cloud field, and fell onto the table before dropping to the floor.
As her pupils followed the small, juicy orb's journey, Bharat whispered in her ear, "I'll wipe it, Miss..." He tried to clean her nipple with his right hand, only to smear more juice on it.
A tingling sensation ran through her from the friction of his fingers. "Uh... don't do it on purpose, you rascal," she said affectionately.
He took the mango from her hand and began to rub it on her body, like a bar of sandalwood soap.
"Isssss... you crazy boy!" she exclaimed, closing her eyes and biting her lip.
"This is what happens when I apply it on purpose, Miss..." he said, letting go of her thigh and rubbing the foamy, juicy pulp from his fingers on her left boob.
She kissed his neck, her nose inhaling his scent, squeezing his shoulders as a soft moan escaped her lips.
"Sorry, Miss. I tried to wipe it, but it just got more on you," he said.
She playfully slapped his hand.
"Miss, if I apply it to one and not the other, the other will feel bad," he teased.
"Uh-uh... no more of these crazy things."
"Miss, don't say no."
She kissed his chin. "I'm not saying no, but..."
He held her face in his hands, looking directly into her eyes. "Miss, no 'buts.' Why are you still shy? It's good that we are like this, isn't it?"
"Uh... I have never been like this with my husband. I want to be like this with you."
"Miss, I don't know if I'll come tomorrow or the day after... What do I tell my mom every time I come here? I don't want any problems between us. Who knows if we'll be like this when I go to Canada."
"Let's be like this after you come back from Canada. Bharat, you're my puppy. Gautam Sir wouldn't do this. You have to do it."
"I'll do it, Miss."
Her fingers rubbed his chest and slid down, taking his erection into her hand. He shivered slightly, a soft "Ahh..." escaping his lips. They stared at each other, their eyes filled with lust, then leaned forward to kiss each other's necks.
"Miss, can I ask you something? Don't get angry," he asked.
"Ask..."
"Well... um..."
The mango juice on his penis felt like a paste as she stroked it with her finger.
"Ask, you rascal..." she urged.
"Miss, don't take it the wrong way. They say women prefer a big one to a small one, is that true?"
The question made her feel uneasy. Her husband would seem small next to him. She wanted to know what he meant.
"Why did you ask that?"
"I mean, people just say that, right?"
"Hmm..."
"Miss, is mine big?"
"Hey, why are you asking that?"
"Tell me, Miss..."
"Hmm, it is..." she said, squeezing him.
"Mmm..."
"I already told you yours is long. My single hand is not enough."
He leaned over and kissed the side of her heart, a soft "Umm..." escaping his lips. He began to lick her tingling, gbang-like nipples in a circular motion.
She squeezed the back of his head with her left hand, applying mango juice to his hair, holding him close. He began to suck on her nipple, his lips drawing her in.
"Sss... hah... don't suck."
"Please... Umm... Miss... I want to suck. I'm crazy about your boobs. Umm."
He squeezed her bulging breast, stuffing it into his mouth and sucking.
"Aah..."
She thrashed a little, holding his head and shoulders with both hands. He rotated his tongue in a circle, slurping the mango juice from her boob.
Geeta felt a tingling numbness, moving closer into his lap, her thigh on his, her private part touching his soft thighs.
Overwhelmed, Bharat wanted more. He sat her down on his lap.
"I'll cover your whole body with kisses," he said, licking her neck.
"Uh, do it," she said, eyes closed, melting under his wet kisses.
"Should I bring another mango?"
"Why?"
"I want to eat another one."
"No, you rascal, you're ruining everything. It'll fall on the table."
"I'll clean the table later."
"Crazy boy!"
"Move over."
She moved aside, and he went and brought the bag of mangoes, put it on a chair, and then sat back on the table with a mischievous smile, pulling Geeta back into his lap.
She climbed onto his knees and laid her thighs down. With her left hand, she took his penis and stroked it.
"Miss, will you suck it?" he asked.
Smiling shyly, she stroked the edge of his penis with her fingertips. "Uh," she mumbled.
"Wait..."
"It's your wish..." she said, pulling the foreskin down and wetting her lips as she looked at the shiny red glans.
He leaned in, kissing her upper lip, taking it into his mouth. She sucked on his lower lip.
"Where did you learn to tease like this?" she asked.
"From you..."
When he squeezed her waist, she squeezed his chin and kissed him again. Her soft, milky thighs were intertwined with his firm, dusky, chocolate body. Her golden body boiled with passion, her dark, smoky hair falling over her face. Her milky boobs rubbed against his chest's small hairs, and his shiny red penis was piercing her jasmine cloud navel. Not even air could get between them, and they were both out of breath, as if suffocating.
"Miss, this might sound strange, but I want to apply this mango on your waist, neck, boobs, thighs, and lips and lick it all off," he said.
She could never refuse Bharat's crazy desires. She was speechless with a familiar shyness. "Uh..."
As he rubbed the jasmine cloud fold under her back with his fingers, he asked, "So, you agree?"
"Do whatever you want. Don't ask me anything."
She stroked his penis with her fingertips and kissed his chest. He smelled her hair and licked her earlobe. "Ahh, Miss..." he said, slightly parting her thighs.
She kissed his chest, listening to the sound of his heart, and laughed to herself. She leaned further down, looking at the length in her hand that was burning between her thighs, and her lips filled with the commotion of desire in her body.
He was a little surprised and a little understanding of Geeta's path. He leaned his elbows back and made way for her. She pressed her wet, rose lips against his stomach and leaned further down, resting her boobs on the sides of his waist. She paused with hesitation before kissing the throbbing, blood-red mushroom, letting out a warm breath on it.
She couldn't believe herself. Was she really doing this, commanding him without him even asking?
He brushed the hair falling over her neck back. She turned her neck, looking at him lustfully. With a small smile, he pointed to his thighs.
She began to move her hand up and down on his dick, the mango juice stuck to it like a paste. Every time her two clay bangles made a sound as she went down, they hit his testicles and the friction made his sack tingle.
"Miss..." he called, closing his eyes.
"Mmm..."
He twisted his face without making a sound. Understanding his state, she covered the head of his cock with her lips like a rose curtain and kissed it.
"Aah..." he said, his thighs trembling.
Without stopping, she swallowed the edges of his penis with her saliva. Immediately, with his left hand, he held her mangalsutra hidden in her hair and squeezed her neck.
"Ugh... Miss."
Geeta pressed her left hand on the table and, with her right, stroked the bottom half of his penis. She swallowed and released the top half, moving up and down. Her saliva washed the mango juice like a bath, running down the nerve under his penis, dripping from the plate of his glans, and falling onto the table and then the floor.
Before her lips separated, she swallowed again.
Bharat bent his right leg, put his foot on the edge of the table, and, in a trance of lust, pushed his hips upwards, pushing another inch into her mouth.
She adjusted herself and accepted his action. She pressed her lips and began to suck her young lover's length.
The sound of her saliva bubbles became a pleasure to their ears. He watched his teacher's hair bob up and down near his waist, filling his eyes with pleasure.
Geeta rose for a moment and took a breath, swallowing her saliva. It was then that Bharat realized that his enthusiasm would wane if he climaxed. His desire was to savor her beauty in this heated state.
He sat up, held her face, lifted it, and kissed her lips.
In a dazed voice, she asked weakly, "Did you like it?"
"Your lips have drugs, Miss..." he said, kissing her again and letting go.
Overwhelmed and enchanted by his words, she began to go down again. He held her neck and stopped her.
"Wait... not now..."
"Why?"
"Wait for a little while..."
"Puppy, why are you stopping me? Let me do it..."
"Miss, wait for a little while. Then it's your wish."
"We have the whole night. Do whatever you want..."
"Yes, we have the whole night. After a while, you can do whatever you want, Miss."
They hugged and kissed each other's lips.
"Miss, stand on the table. Let's get crazy."
"Meaning?"
"I'll tell you. Stand up."
She stood up and held her thighs in front of Bharat's face. He looked at the lotus flower and the petals surrounding it, laughed, and kissed her belly button.
She put her hand on his head and squeezed it.
"You have no shame, Geeta."
"You did this, you dirty fellow."
He laughed. She lifted her leg and gently kicked his chest. He took her foot and licked her big toe like a slave for her beauty.
"Hey, let go, I might fall."
He let go.
"Stay like that..." he said, taking a mango. He also stood up, peeled the skin, and, looking directly into her eyes, poured the juice over her forehead like sandalwood paste.
"What are you doing?”
"I'll tell you..."
He took another mango and squeezed it... a third... a fourth... a fifth...
The sweet juice of the mango, like a shower from the starry sky, separated into two streams at the bridge of her nose, wetting her hibiscus cheeks. It painted her lips yellow, stuck to the edge of her chin like sandalwood, joined at her throat, and cascaded down her chest like a waterfall. It merged with the rivers of her sweat, crossed the valley of her icy milk mounds, and spread over the snowy plain, filling her sugar well. It greeted her plump under navel, made the small petals of her lotus tingle, and adorned the doors of her moist, honey-filled cave. It flowed with the speed of her shivers, made her milky thighs numb, jumped over the walls of her knees, fell on the table, and slid to the floor.
Her gaze was fixed on Bharat's back, six feet away, a silent assessment of his youthful strength. He was her student, but the usual lines of their relationship had blurred minutes ago, replaced by a charged, flirtatious tension. She waited for her young lover, to bring the mangoes that would fulfill his desire. With her fingers, she twirled the sweat-drenched strands of hair that clung to her deep-set eyes.
When Bharat turned, two ripe mangoes in his hands, Geeta's gaze imprinted his masculinity. Her body tingled, and a quiet, shy jingling seemed to echo from her ankles as she saw his erect penis. It is jiggling as Bharath stepping closer.
"Miss, have a seat," he said, his voice soft as he drew closer.
She folded her knees and settled back onto the table, astonished at her own brazenness. Her body quivered with each step he took, a reaction that made her laugh to herself in disbelief.
He silently offered her a mango with a gentle smile. She took it, biting into the flesh. As the yellow pulpy blood released from the skin, staining her lips, he leaned in.
His kiss was quick, a taste of the fruit and her mouth, a blend of sweet juice and her own essence.
Geeta remained still, accepting this new reality, the mingling of fruit juice and his saliva.
"Miss, the mango is very tasty, isn't it?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he licked his lips.
"Hmm," she replied tenderly, a soft murmur of agreement for her young lover's words.
He bit into his own mango, a slurping sound filling the silence. She took another bite, eating in tandem with him.
"They're good, aren't they? By the way, what are your favorite fruits?" he asked.
"Apples, gbangs, mangoes..."
Without a moment's hesitation, his saliva-covered finger touched her right boob. "I like mangoes," he said. She slapped his hand away, a small, playful rebellion.
He laughed and climbed onto the table, sitting to her right, legs dangling as he ate. They both tore into their mangoes, chewing the pulp and slurping the juice. She looked up at him, watching him eat with relish, licking the juice from the corners of her own lips. He turned his head and caught her watching. A flush of shyness washed over her, and she returned to her mango in silence.
"Miss..." he called softly.
Another kiss landed on her lips as soon as she met his gaze. He sucked on her lips, drawing the mango's sweetness into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her thigh as it slipped. The mango juice, now on his lips, was applied to her milky neck, his tongue following to lick her throat.
Geeta closed her eyes, a soft, uncomfortable "Mmmm" escaping her lips. He bit her neck gently, applying the saliva-mixed juice with his tongue.
"Uh-uh, no... what is this madness?" she said.
"You wouldn't understand, Miss... I want to eat your beauty..." he murmured, his grip tightening as he continued to lick, bite, and kiss her neck.
This new sensation, this mad freedom, heightened her curiosity and passion.
She took the hand holding her and brought it to her eyes, stopping him. When he released his grip, a piece of the mango she'd been holding fell. It bumped against her breast, tiny specks of juice coating her red gbang nipple. It slid down the slope of her breast, rolled over the milky, cloud field, and fell onto the table before dropping to the floor.
As her pupils followed the small, juicy orb's journey, Bharat whispered in her ear, "I'll wipe it, Miss..." He tried to clean her nipple with his right hand, only to smear more juice on it.
A tingling sensation ran through her from the friction of his fingers. "Uh... don't do it on purpose, you rascal," she said affectionately.
He took the mango from her hand and began to rub it on her body, like a bar of sandalwood soap.
"Isssss... you crazy boy!" she exclaimed, closing her eyes and biting her lip.
"This is what happens when I apply it on purpose, Miss..." he said, letting go of her thigh and rubbing the foamy, juicy pulp from his fingers on her left boob.
She kissed his neck, her nose inhaling his scent, squeezing his shoulders as a soft moan escaped her lips.
"Sorry, Miss. I tried to wipe it, but it just got more on you," he said.
She playfully slapped his hand.
"Miss, if I apply it to one and not the other, the other will feel bad," he teased.
"Uh-uh... no more of these crazy things."
"Miss, don't say no."
She kissed his chin. "I'm not saying no, but..."
He held her face in his hands, looking directly into her eyes. "Miss, no 'buts.' Why are you still shy? It's good that we are like this, isn't it?"
"Uh... I have never been like this with my husband. I want to be like this with you."
"Miss, I don't know if I'll come tomorrow or the day after... What do I tell my mom every time I come here? I don't want any problems between us. Who knows if we'll be like this when I go to Canada."
"Let's be like this after you come back from Canada. Bharat, you're my puppy. Gautam Sir wouldn't do this. You have to do it."
"I'll do it, Miss."
Her fingers rubbed his chest and slid down, taking his erection into her hand. He shivered slightly, a soft "Ahh..." escaping his lips. They stared at each other, their eyes filled with lust, then leaned forward to kiss each other's necks.
"Miss, can I ask you something? Don't get angry," he asked.
"Ask..."
"Well... um..."
The mango juice on his penis felt like a paste as she stroked it with her finger.
"Ask, you rascal..." she urged.
"Miss, don't take it the wrong way. They say women prefer a big one to a small one, is that true?"
The question made her feel uneasy. Her husband would seem small next to him. She wanted to know what he meant.
"Why did you ask that?"
"I mean, people just say that, right?"
"Hmm..."
"Miss, is mine big?"
"Hey, why are you asking that?"
"Tell me, Miss..."
"Hmm, it is..." she said, squeezing him.
"Mmm..."
"I already told you yours is long. My single hand is not enough."
He leaned over and kissed the side of her heart, a soft "Umm..." escaping his lips. He began to lick her tingling, gbang-like nipples in a circular motion.
She squeezed the back of his head with her left hand, applying mango juice to his hair, holding him close. He began to suck on her nipple, his lips drawing her in.
"Sss... hah... don't suck."
"Please... Umm... Miss... I want to suck. I'm crazy about your boobs. Umm."
He squeezed her bulging breast, stuffing it into his mouth and sucking.
"Aah..."
She thrashed a little, holding his head and shoulders with both hands. He rotated his tongue in a circle, slurping the mango juice from her boob.
Geeta felt a tingling numbness, moving closer into his lap, her thigh on his, her private part touching his soft thighs.
Overwhelmed, Bharat wanted more. He sat her down on his lap.
"I'll cover your whole body with kisses," he said, licking her neck.
"Uh, do it," she said, eyes closed, melting under his wet kisses.
"Should I bring another mango?"
"Why?"
"I want to eat another one."
"No, you rascal, you're ruining everything. It'll fall on the table."
"I'll clean the table later."
"Crazy boy!"
"Move over."
She moved aside, and he went and brought the bag of mangoes, put it on a chair, and then sat back on the table with a mischievous smile, pulling Geeta back into his lap.
‘Whatever he does, I like it.
He has created something new in me.
His madness is getting to me.’
She climbed onto his knees and laid her thighs down. With her left hand, she took his penis and stroked it.
"Miss, will you suck it?" he asked.
Smiling shyly, she stroked the edge of his penis with her fingertips. "Uh," she mumbled.
"Wait..."
"It's your wish..." she said, pulling the foreskin down and wetting her lips as she looked at the shiny red glans.
He leaned in, kissing her upper lip, taking it into his mouth. She sucked on his lower lip.
"Where did you learn to tease like this?" she asked.
"From you..."
When he squeezed her waist, she squeezed his chin and kissed him again. Her soft, milky thighs were intertwined with his firm, dusky, chocolate body. Her golden body boiled with passion, her dark, smoky hair falling over her face. Her milky boobs rubbed against his chest's small hairs, and his shiny red penis was piercing her jasmine cloud navel. Not even air could get between them, and they were both out of breath, as if suffocating.
"Miss, this might sound strange, but I want to apply this mango on your waist, neck, boobs, thighs, and lips and lick it all off," he said.
She could never refuse Bharat's crazy desires. She was speechless with a familiar shyness. "Uh..."
As he rubbed the jasmine cloud fold under her back with his fingers, he asked, "So, you agree?"
"Do whatever you want. Don't ask me anything."
She stroked his penis with her fingertips and kissed his chest. He smelled her hair and licked her earlobe. "Ahh, Miss..." he said, slightly parting her thighs.
She kissed his chest, listening to the sound of his heart, and laughed to herself. She leaned further down, looking at the length in her hand that was burning between her thighs, and her lips filled with the commotion of desire in her body.
He was a little surprised and a little understanding of Geeta's path. He leaned his elbows back and made way for her. She pressed her wet, rose lips against his stomach and leaned further down, resting her boobs on the sides of his waist. She paused with hesitation before kissing the throbbing, blood-red mushroom, letting out a warm breath on it.
She couldn't believe herself. Was she really doing this, commanding him without him even asking?
He brushed the hair falling over her neck back. She turned her neck, looking at him lustfully. With a small smile, he pointed to his thighs.
She began to move her hand up and down on his dick, the mango juice stuck to it like a paste. Every time her two clay bangles made a sound as she went down, they hit his testicles and the friction made his sack tingle.
"Miss..." he called, closing his eyes.
"Mmm..."
He twisted his face without making a sound. Understanding his state, she covered the head of his cock with her lips like a rose curtain and kissed it.
"Aah..." he said, his thighs trembling.
Without stopping, she swallowed the edges of his penis with her saliva. Immediately, with his left hand, he held her mangalsutra hidden in her hair and squeezed her neck.
"Ugh... Miss."
Geeta pressed her left hand on the table and, with her right, stroked the bottom half of his penis. She swallowed and released the top half, moving up and down. Her saliva washed the mango juice like a bath, running down the nerve under his penis, dripping from the plate of his glans, and falling onto the table and then the floor.
Before her lips separated, she swallowed again.
Bharat bent his right leg, put his foot on the edge of the table, and, in a trance of lust, pushed his hips upwards, pushing another inch into her mouth.
She adjusted herself and accepted his action. She pressed her lips and began to suck her young lover's length.
The sound of her saliva bubbles became a pleasure to their ears. He watched his teacher's hair bob up and down near his waist, filling his eyes with pleasure.
Geeta rose for a moment and took a breath, swallowing her saliva. It was then that Bharat realized that his enthusiasm would wane if he climaxed. His desire was to savor her beauty in this heated state.
He sat up, held her face, lifted it, and kissed her lips.
In a dazed voice, she asked weakly, "Did you like it?"
"Your lips have drugs, Miss..." he said, kissing her again and letting go.
Overwhelmed and enchanted by his words, she began to go down again. He held her neck and stopped her.
"Wait... not now..."
"Why?"
"Wait for a little while..."
"Puppy, why are you stopping me? Let me do it..."
"Miss, wait for a little while. Then it's your wish."
"We have the whole night. Do whatever you want..."
"Yes, we have the whole night. After a while, you can do whatever you want, Miss."
They hugged and kissed each other's lips.
"Miss, stand on the table. Let's get crazy."
"Meaning?"
"I'll tell you. Stand up."
She stood up and held her thighs in front of Bharat's face. He looked at the lotus flower and the petals surrounding it, laughed, and kissed her belly button.
She put her hand on his head and squeezed it.
"You have no shame, Geeta."
"You did this, you dirty fellow."
He laughed. She lifted her leg and gently kicked his chest. He took her foot and licked her big toe like a slave for her beauty.
"Hey, let go, I might fall."
He let go.
"Stay like that..." he said, taking a mango. He also stood up, peeled the skin, and, looking directly into her eyes, poured the juice over her forehead like sandalwood paste.
"What are you doing?”
"I'll tell you..."
He took another mango and squeezed it... a third... a fourth... a fifth...
The sweet juice of the mango, like a shower from the starry sky, separated into two streams at the bridge of her nose, wetting her hibiscus cheeks. It painted her lips yellow, stuck to the edge of her chin like sandalwood, joined at her throat, and cascaded down her chest like a waterfall. It merged with the rivers of her sweat, crossed the valley of her icy milk mounds, and spread over the snowy plain, filling her sugar well. It greeted her plump under navel, made the small petals of her lotus tingle, and adorned the doors of her moist, honey-filled cave. It flowed with the speed of her shivers, made her milky thighs numb, jumped over the walls of her knees, fell on the table, and slid to the floor.
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)