Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

 


Geetha’s phone lay on the table. She rose to her feet, her steps faltering, her body trembling with a mind full of unanswered questions. Unable to grasp the meaning behind Bharat’s words, she walked into the room and sat on the bed. Bharat had his back to her, silent. He knew she was there, but he couldn't bring himself to face her after what he had just said.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror opposite the bed, Geetha saw she was wearing only a black bra and her saree pallu. As she got up to change, the pallu was pulled back from behind. She turned her head to see Bharat holding it, watching her.

“Let go,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

He released it. Ignoring whether he was watching or not, she unhooked her saree and then her bra. As she stood there, her creamy, bra-line-free back visible, he turned completely to face her. Geetha quickly put on a night robe and tied the strings at her waist. When she looked back, Bharat quickly closed his eyes. She sat on the bed, her mind a whirlwind of confusion.

Would she sleep next to him, or would she surrender to his advances? Would it end with playful moments, or would she agree to the passionate lovemaking he desired?


A silver glow flower, 
a colorful butterfly, 
you are.

Will the little thief perform a worship, 
the gardener can't?
Will the young man give colors,
that your own man never showed?
Will he steal the smile from your shy cheeks,
with mischievous words?

The longed-for mischief, 
the stubbornness that won't give up,
He is your delirium, with his flirtations, 
you are the intoxicated nightingale.

You are the ecstatic kisses won, 
by the charming looks of intimacy.
After reaching so many shores, 
after so many pleasures and outings,
that moment when your sweet longing for him, 
came flooding out,
the time you were asked for consent,
now, agreement is the only answer. 
Won't you accept?

Will you stop yourself, 
say it's wrong, and give up this desire?
Will you say that the satisfaction, 
affection, and pleasure, he gives you are not real?

Will you draw a line on your body's freedom, 
with the words of your mind?

Oh beautiful butterfly, 
will you finally spread your wings and cross the line?


The answers to these questions were not in her hands. 
Geetha still didn't have the courage to give a definitive answer. 
She wanted to postpone it, to divert her thoughts somehow. 

She turned off the lights, leaving only a small table lamp on. 

She lay down on the left side of the bed, facing away from him, her mind in a turmoil of self-doubt.

They were silent for a while. Just then, Bharat's hand fell on her waist. Her agitated body shivered instantly.

“Miss,” he called out warmly, stroking her hair aside.

“Bharat, don’t come here for the next three days. We'll meet on the day we leave.”

“Hmm… I have to submit an application for badminton tomorrow. I might not be able to meet you tomorrow or the day after.”

“Hmm…”

“Miss, will we have a chance to sleep next to each other again?”

“I don't know…”

“So, we won't?”

“How should I know? You'll go to the hostel for college and won't come here at all unless it's a holiday, right?”

He moved his left hand from her waist, further forward, placing it on her right boob which was resting on the bed.

“It might be a good idea for us to sleep now. Sleep…” she said.

“But what did you say just now?”

“I didn't say anything.” She joined her hand with his, caressed it, and pulled it closer. He hugged her and kissed her on the neck.

“Sleep…” she repeated.

He gently held her face, turning her neck towards him. She looked into his eyes with a little panic. He put his hand back down, slid it inside her nighty, and touched the softness of her cheese with his bare hand. “Mmmmmm…” she groaned, biting her lip passionately.

Looking into her eyes longingly, Bharat asked, “Miss, do I have to wait until we come back from Canada? Is there no other way?”

“No other way…” she whispered.

He pressed his lips against hers. 

“What if i can't wait…?”

“Uh…” 

Their lips were faintly trembling. He squeezed her boob through the nighty. 

She exhaled a passionate, heavy breath onto his lips, "Ahh."

“I can't wait, Miss…” he said, his eyes locked on hers.

The sweat on Geetha's chest was dampening the strands of hair falling on her ear. She caressed his head while he pressed against her chest. They shared a deep, warm breath and kissed. She grabbed his head tightly. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, turned her towards him, and swiftly pulled the nighty’s string.

Geetha’s breath caught in her throat. Bharat's impatience grew. He pulled the string, loosened one side of the nighty, squeezed her right boob, and began to suck on her lips. 

Even as their saliva dripped from her lip corners to her neck and their noses were pressed together, she didn't let go of his head. 

They shared breaths, their lips sealed. 

He kneaded and squeezed her right curves, slurped the wetness from her mouth, and finally, unable to bear it anymore, he parted their lips. 

Both their breaths came in rhythmic gasps.

Looking into each other’s eyes, caught in their deceitful passion, Bharat put his hand under her waist and squeezed. He was captivated by the lustful expression on her face. She lowered her eyelids and caressed and squeezed the bulge in his pants with her right hand. He straightened his chest, took off his shirt, and showed her his muscular arms.

Unable to contain her body's longing, she pulled his shoulders and threw herself on top of him again. As he buried his face in her soft neck with gentle kisses, her nerves tingled with a fiery signal. She dug her small nails into his back and squeezed his shoulder blades. 

Biting her neck with his lips, he pinched her erect nipple, which was stiff with a tingling itchiness.

“Ssssss…” she moaned, kneading the skin on his back with her fists.

He slid out of her grasp, his trail of kisses moving downwards. He sipped a drop of sweat from her navel, bit her, and went further down to lick her wet, thin cloth. 

The soft, fleshy layers beneath the cloth quivered. She held her hands to her boobs, squeezing them, and stifled her moans. 

He came back up and gave her a taste of his lips. 

She tightened her grip on his head with her left hand, and with her right, she slipped into his pants and pulled out his hard-on.

They both looked down between their legs. 

While her hand adjusted his member, he slowly poked his finger between her thighs, slid it under the edge of her panty, and played with her. 

She silently closed her eyes, swallowing her moans, and trembled. 

He brought his hand up, tempting her. He tried to take off her nighty with his right hand, but she helped him by pulling her hand out and separating the cloth. He moved the nighty aside and lifted her hand up. He caressed her waist, slid his hand down, grabbed the edge of her panty, and pulled it over her buttocks. He kissed her underarm. Geetha closed her eyes, completely under his spell.

Within three seconds, her panty reached her feet. He separated it from her and threw it into the darkness. He then took off the rest of his clothes and fell naked into her arms.

His manliness brushed against her womanhood, like a boat creating ripples in a pond full of lotuses. 

Troubled by the ripples, she embraced him tightly. They entwined like snakes performing a sensual erotic dance on a full moon night. 

The AC was not enough to cool their passion. Sweat covered their foreheads. He licked the beads of sweat from her white neck, and she held his waist, pushing him up. He understood and lifted his waist.

She caressed his nerves, which were throbbing with blood, and with her fingerprints, she guided his muscle to the entrance it needed to enter. 

Looking into her eyes, he pushed his waist forward. 

His meaty arrow missed the mark and hit her clitoris. 

Her body was shattered like a pomegranate seed under a hammer, and she shuddered as if struck by lightning.

“Mmm…mmm…” she hummed, burying her lips into his chin.

Bharat flinched and pulled back to look at her. 

She warmly kissed his neck, and with her left hand, she pressed down on the heavy bedsheets and helped him by moving herself up a little. 

He noticed the pillow under her neck was burying her face, so he adjusted it to make her comfortable. Leaning on the pillow, she looked into his eyes. He rubbed his nose against hers and exhaled a warm, intoxicating breath. It was like magic, coloring the thoughts in her mind.

“Teacher…” he whispered.

Geetha was not in a state to speak.

“Teach me sex.”

She spread her right thigh to the right. Bharat lowered his waist, hiding in the shadows of her thighs. 

The teasing arrow tried to plunder her lotus flower, fighting with the thorns surrounding it. 

The friction brought a sweet, fiery pleasure to Geetha. Her breathing intensified, her chest heaving. Even as she tried to calm herself, the vibrations of Bharat’s thighs created earthquake-like waves in the walls of her elixir depths.

He pressed his knees into the bed, and with one hand, he squeezed the bedsheet, while with the other, he held her neck. 

Looking into his eyes, she took his hand from her neck, placed it on his arrow, and with her hand, she guided her student to aim correctly one more time. 

He slowly thrust his waist forward. 

She gasped, closed her eyes, squeezed his neck, and scrunched up her face.

“Issss…” The muscles in his buttocks tightened. He pushed forward a little, his big toes kicking against the bed. 

The rock that had fallen into the nectarous depths created a commotion of honey pond.

“Sssss…” she gritted her teeth.

“Ahh…”

When she lifted her knee, his knees went down. 

As the largest rock ever fell into it, the impact sent orgasm honey splashing up, sprinkling onto the petals. It shook the flower… the petals blossomed.

“Ahh… Bh…” she shrieked, her voice shaking the dust in the room.

Trapped in the flower's vines, he began to thrust his thighs comfortably, tearing through their tightness. 

She grabbed his face and pulled him onto her. He fell into her embrace.

He was a boy learning to drop a bucket into a well. He struggled, trapped in the flower-walls' vines, and Geetha, competing with his strength, locked him in even more, and they began to share pleasure. 

He played a little more easily, twining with her moans, in the moistness of the honey drizzle. 

Even though he was full in her, he is still a few inches outside. 

He wanted to share more of his love, but she was so full that there was no more room. 

Bharat had stirred the valleys of her sea of passion, the minerals that her husband had never touched. 

Behind her eyelids, Geetha saw the rainbow colors that the gardener never showed. 

Bharat opened his eyes, saw her face, and saw his dream come true before his very eyes.

In the hall, her phone screen lit up, and it started ringing with the name “Darling.”

There, in the dim light, they moved like dancing snakes. The phone rang and then stopped.

Darling 1 missed call. 22:11

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For the first time, Bharath was enthusiastically grinding the rock in the depths with the rope of lust. 

The clitoris was also stuck to his body. She tightly wrapped her arms around him, arched her neck back. She massaged his hair, bounced with excitement, and in her gasping breaths, “Ahh… Hh hh…” she lovingly caressed his manhood below, but he didn’t stop.

-

The phone rang again with the name “Darling.”

In the dim light, Bharat’s swaying motion cast a tiny, cashew-nut-sized reflection on the corner of the phone screen.

Darling 2 missed calls. 22:12

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He pressed his hand onto the bed and began to grind, roaring, “Hahhh…” 

Geetha happily let the small thrusts, which felt like thunder on her womanhood, rain down on her in the clouds of pleasure. 

He listened to her heartbeat, and she listened to his. 

Their chests rubbed against each other, drenched in sweat. Their grunts and the rhythm of their breaths joined in, and they floated in a musical, sensual delight.


The phone began to ring for the third time.
22:13…


There was no steadiness in the hazy shadow. Thirteen turned into fourteen.
Darling 3 missed calls. 22:14

-

She held Bharat’s face. He didn’t stop grinding. Swallowing her breath, she gasped, “Hh… Ffff…”

“Hah… Hah… Miss…,” he panted.


Darling 4 missed calls. 22:15

-

All at once, as if his throat had been squeezed, he broke his voice, "Ahhh… Hahh… Hahh…" and with a heavy sigh, he submerged himself in her body, releasing his thick hot sperms to swim her nectar.

With a silent smile, floating in blissful pleasure, she savored the warmth of the pungent semen the little thief had sprinkled inside her, and she collapsed.

Bharat let the weight of his exhausted body go and rested on her beautiful form.

“I love you, Geetha….. Love you…”

With tear-filled eyes, satisfied and happy, she took him into her lap and lulled him with kisses on his lips.

‘Did this unprecedented passion come from knowing you?

Did your glances show me a me I never knew?

Did your sweet little affection bring us this bond?

You filled my heart with your crazy desires, you mad boy.

You wrote a new chapter in my life I never imagined, 

you, my naughty student.’

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To be continued……………