Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Their tongues grazed the edges of parted lips, a fleeting spark in the humid air, while her breasts yielded softly under the insistent press of his palms. His arousal, rigid and unyielding, nudged against the curve of her lower buttocks, and invisible beads of sweat mingled with the growing dampness between them. Bodies suspended in the throes of passion, they surrendered to the moment, the air thick with unspoken hunger.


"Don't squeeze them, ra," Geetha murmured, her voice a breathless plea laced with laughter.

Bharat's eyes gleamed with mischief. "You know my hands don't listen to me."

She twisted in his grasp, rising to straddle him, her weight a delicious anchor. He reclined against the cool tile edge of the pool, watching her with the intensity of a man starved. Leaning forward, she nipped at the taut muscle of his neck with her front tooth, drawing a sharp hiss from his lips.

"Iss..."

"How cute you are, ra," she teased, her breath warm against his skin.

"Then kiss me, Miss," he countered, his voice rough with need.

Geetha's rosebud lips descended upon his hardened chest, leaving trails of wet saliva that glistened in the dim light. He gathered her hair in his fist, holding it aside like a curtain, granting her unhindered access. Fire coursed through Bharat's veins, igniting every nerve. A sly smile curved his mouth as she bit down playfully on his chest.

He tugged her hair gently, pulling her head back until their gazes locked, and laughter bubbled between them like champagne.

"You have so much attitude," she accused, her eyes sparkling with mock indignation.

"Why, Miss?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"Because I've fallen for you."

"Who kissed first?" he shot back, his tone laced with triumph. "Did I ask for anything?"

"Ha, that's why you're so cocky."

"What did I do now that you're saying that?"

"You're teasing me like this." Her words dissolved into a gasp as he lifted her neck and traced his tongue along its delicate column.

"You are teasing me," he growled, his lips brushing her ear.

"See... when you say things like this, you call me *meeru*," she pointed out, her voice a sultry whisper, "otherwise you call me *nuvvu*."

"She's my lover," he declared boldly. "I'll call her whatever I want."

"See, this is what I call arrogance."

With a deliberate shift of his hips, he guided his manhood to graze the soft inner flesh of her thighs. Geetha flinched, a startled "Hey..." escaping her.

"If I put that down," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky rumble, "my arrogance will decrease too, Miss."

"Hmmm, yes, you're so bold because of that. I'll cut it off."

"Cut it off, and you'll be the one to lose."

Her mischievous smile returned as she swatted his cheek lightly. Bharat threw his head back in laughter. "Hahaha... you're laughing—go on and cut it off."

"Stop it..."

She crawled downward, her nose brushing the length of his manhood in a teasing sniff before planting a single, lingering kiss upon it. His eyes fluttered shut, a tremor rippling through him as desire coiled tighter in his core. Rising slightly, she pressed her lips to the chiseled ridges of his six-pack, tracing them with reverent touches.

"Miss, come up," he urged, his voice strained.

Obediently, she ascended, their faces inches apart. Bharat searched her eyes, his own dark with unspoken questions. "Why do you like me?"

She bridged the gap, her nose brushing his in an intimate Eskimo kiss, her whisper feather-light against his lips. "I don't know..."

A tender kiss followed, soft as a sigh. "Tell me, Miss?"

"I love the way you look at me, ra."

"And?"

"You were shy, but still kissed me. You praised me." Her confession hung in the air, vulnerable and raw.

He extended his tongue, capturing a stray droplet of moisture at the corner of her lip. But then, her expression sobered. "But please don't be like this with me when he's around."

"Miss, you must be like this with me only when Gautham garu is not here."

"I will, ra."

His hand found her left breast again, kneading it like a ripe, yielding orange. "Ha..." she breathed. "I will be whatever way you want, ra. Your teacher, your lover..."

"I wish Gautham garu wasn't here either."

"Why?" she asked, her cheeks dimpling in playful curiosity.

"Because I want to have a study session with this beautiful teacher without any interruption."

"We can do it whenever we get a chance, ra... just have a little patience for me."

"I will."



Their lips met in a deep, unhurried kiss, and as he eased back, her nipple trailed a tantalizing path against his throbbing organ. Geetha's gaze lingered on him, heavy with longing.

"Don't tease me, Miss..."

"If you like these," she replied, her tongue darting out to taste the tip of his member, "I like this, ra."

"Abba... you're killing me."

"Hmm..."

She rose higher, capturing his manhood between the quivering swells of her breasts, the soft, cheesy hills enveloping him in an earthquake of sensation. "What should I do?"

"Up and down..."

Following his command, she began to rock against him, her movements rhythmic and exploratory. Bharat gasped, his breath ragged, pleasure stealing the air from his lungs as groans tore from his throat. "Aah, Miss... like that."

She thrust forward, her lips finding his stomach in fervent kisses. "It feels strange, ra... when it's burning like this, something happens."

"But it feels pleasurable for me, Miss. Abba, how soft they are."

"Mmmm."

He surged upright, pressing his manhood into the warmth of her lap before claiming her lips once more. "Stay like that."

Guiding himself, he thrust upward like a rubbery piston into the cascading valley beneath her throat. A shiver danced across her skin, eliciting a delicate "Mmmmm..." from deep within her.

He shifted, rubbing sideways against her firm left nipple. "Hah..." She writhed beneath the intensity.

"I worship your every atom, Miss."

Smiling cheekily, she tilted her head. "How...?"

His member found her right nipple next, pressing and circling with deliberate pressure. "Abba... it's hot, and it's pressing in, ra."

"Haha... when I hit it on your boobs, it gets even hotter."

"You're driving me crazy with these silly things, ra."

With his left hand, he gathered her breasts together, creating a plush vise, and drove his waist forward. His potent length, like sugarcane heavy with promise, honed itself in the yielding pressure. Geetha's nipples buzzed with electric tingles, but Bharat pressed on relentlessly, lost in the friction.

"You're crazy, ra... I told you no there, and you're doing this here."

"I'll do anything, Miss... let's finish this. We'll look at the lower part for the second round."

She brushed his hands aside, taking control, squeezing her own breasts to heighten the intimacy they were forging anew. His member, buried deep in her cleavage, reached toward her neck in pulsing urgency.




"Is it good...?"

"Anything with you is a pleasure for me... Aah... look, Miss, what's happening."

She glanced down, mesmerized by the sight: her curves pulling his skin back and forth like a retracting sheath, pre-cum glistening at the tip. Thirst bloomed in her, drying her lips. She wet them with her tongue, shedding the last veil of shyness. "Give it to me, ra. I'll suck it..."

He offered it without hesitation. Her lips brushed the edges in a teasing kiss, then enveloped him, licking and sucking with growing fervor before releasing him with a wet *plop*.

"Aah... why did you ask like that, Miss?"

Her right hand encircled him as her tongue traced the throbbing vein beneath. "Shouldn't I ask...?"

"Don't ask, Miss. Do whatever you want."

"What do you want to do, ra?"

Laughter rumbled from his chest, lust-fueled and wild, as he tapped his member against her lips. She responded with a charming smile and a kiss. Emboldened, he swung it toward her lower right breast with a sharp *thap*, like striking a marigold bloom.

"Ah... why are you hitting me, ra?"

"Miss, do I always have to take the hits? Today I'll hit you."

"Bring a stick..." She dissolved into laughter.

"Not on the hands with a stick, Miss."

She stretched her neck, capturing his chin in a soft kiss. "Then?"

Pressing her cheeks with his left hand, he aimed with his right, letting it sway against her left breast like a bell tolled by a hammer. "Ahh..."

"Tell me, Geetha... why did you refuse me the other night?"

"Because I had an early morning flight."

"Then you should have told me. Why did you threaten me by refusing?"

He targeted her right breast with firmer intent. "Iss... I should have told you before. Sorry."

"Then you must be punished, Geetha."

"Hmmm..."

He alternated strikes between her breasts, drumming a rhythm of playful dominance. "Aah, you've gone crazy."

Leaning in, he sealed her mouth with his, and as her lips parted, he let a stream of saliva spill into her. She sealed it with a swallow, her eyes locking onto his in silent challenge.

"Miss, will you not say anything no matter what I do?"

"You can do anything to me, ra..."

Roughly, he plunged into her mouth. She welcomed half his length with eager suction, her eyes crinkling in a subtle smile. "Aah... Miss, how wonderful it is to be like this with you. Abba, I'm getting so lustful."

Words failed him as she worked him with devoted rhythm. Fearing the edge too soon, he leaned back, but she nudged him upright with her thigh. Meeting her gaze, he nodded. "I know, Miss..."

He withdrew almost fully, then surged back, her saliva bathing him in slick warmth as she continued unabated.




At last, restraint shattered. Bharat pulled free just as she drew breath, and in a hot arc, his release cascaded like warm ghee across her milky swells. Geetha thrilled to the novel rush, the semen painting her chest in intimate strokes. As his softening length nestled in her cleavage, he leaned forward to claim her lips.

"I just sucked it," she murmured against him, a hint of teasing in her tone, "you're kissing me—is that okay with you?"

"Miss, when you had my member in your mouth, did you smell anything? Did it feel uncomfortable?"

"No matter how it is, I will suck it for you."

"No matter how your lips are, I will kiss them."

"Ooh... dirty fellow."

"Should I do something even dirtier?"

"What else will you do?"

A sudden warmth surged—a stream of urine flooding her chest. She recoiled instinctively, but Bharat captured her lips, holding her in a devouring kiss until he finished. She resisted at first, then yielded, drawing on his mouth even as the acrid scent invaded their senses, turning her stomach. The flow mingled with his earlier seed, washing it away in rivulets.

"Ummm... I'm sorry..."

"Oh..."

The moment passed, and she seized his organ. "Eww, it feels awful, ra."

"Okay, I won't do it again. Please forgive me, Miss. To be honest, I had to pee, and I just let go without thinking."

"Ha... fine, now we have to take a proper shower."

"Wait..."

"Bharat, that's enough—let go. We need to be normal by the time he arrives."

"Just one minute..." Scooping her into his lap, he settled her on his thigh. Dipping her index finger into a lingering drop of semen beneath her throat, he lifted it toward her lips.

She eyed it warily. "What are you doing?"

Kissing her ear, he coaxed, "It was in your mouth once, right? Now just once in front of me..."

Shaking her head, she demurred. "Uh-huh, eww..."

He gripped her neck, halting her protest with a kiss, then yanked her head back and thrust the finger past her lips. Startled, she froze, lips closing around it. Compulsion took over; she licked it clean before spitting it out, swatting his face with a spark of anger.

He laughed through the sting. "Gross, disgusting fellow, eww... mental, mental..."

Preening under her ire, Bharat absorbed the blows as she grappled with the bizarre intimacies he'd drawn from her. At last, she wrenched free and dove into the pool's embrace, the water swallowing her in a splash.

"Geetha... let's get crazy. Should I come? Can we do it in the water too?"

"You stay right there," she called over her shoulder, nose wrinkling as she turned to swim away. "If you come here..."

Bharat remained perched on the edge, his gaze devouring the graceful arc of her form slicing through the water, a king watching his siren vanish into the depths.

Geetha floated in the cool embrace of the pool, her bare skin hidden beneath the rippling surface, a sly smile playing on her lips as she cast playful, sideways glances at Bharat. The late afternoon sun filtered through the palms, casting dappled shadows on the water, but her teasing gaze was the real spark igniting the air. Bharat, unable to resist, came running from the edge, his laughter echoing as he launched himself into the pool with a splash that sent waves lapping against her body.

She retreated with a mischievous giggle, but he was quicker, his hand closing around hers in a firm, unyielding grip. With a swift pull, he drew her onto his lap, her swelling breasts nestling against the taut muscles of his forearms as their fingers intertwined like vines in a forbidden garden. Geetha leaned back against his chest, her wet hair cascading over his skin like a silken veil. Bharat swept it aside with a gentle sweep, then bit her neck—not gently, but with a fierce, mock-anger that made her gasp.

"Ouch… Shh…" she cried out, kicking her legs in playful protest, the water churning around them.

He relented, wrapping his right arm around her waist and pressing his lips to the reddening mark, a tender apology in the heat of his kiss.

"If you bite me like this," Geetha murmured, her voice a husky whisper laced with feigned reproach, "what if my husband sees?"

Bharat's breath was warm against her ear. "Miss, how many kisses have I already put on your neck? It always feels like it’s not enough."

They drifted back together, leaning against the smooth curve of the pool's edge, the tiled bank cool against their shoulders. Geetha lifted her arms languidly, tossing her damp hair forward in a cascade that exposed the freshly bathed smoothness of her underarms. Bharat bent to the left, his lips brushing that sensitive skin in a kiss that sent a shiver racing down her spine. She could feel the stirrings of desire awakening again, a familiar ache blooming low in her belly.

“Don’t start again, darling…” she warned, though her tone betrayed the thrill she felt.

"Miss, let’s go there," he urged, his voice thick with want.

“Isn’t what we’ve done enough for you already?” But even as she spoke, his nose nuzzled deeper into the crook of her armpit, drawing a squirm from her body—a delicious blend of tickle and torment.

"Behave yourself," she chided, pushing his head away with a half-hearted shove. Yet he pressed himself closer, his body aligning with hers in the buoyant water, his erection a insistent heat against her lower back.

"I am behaving myself…" he murmured, his lips finding her neck once more. The tremor that coursed through Geetha was electric, her resolve fraying like wet silk.

"I said no," she breathed, but it was a plea wrapped in longing.

Undeterred, he captured the soft skin of her neck between his front teeth, tugging just enough to elicit a sharp intake of breath. "Aah… Don't bite so hard, darling… What should I tell my husband?"

"They'll be gone by then," Bharat replied, his confidence a low rumble.

"No, they won't. That night, you bit me as you pleased. For three days. You thought, how can this remain until I come here? What do you know?"

"Well, it happened now, didn't it?" He smiled against her skin, then claimed her lips in another bite—not of flesh, but of passion, nipping at the fullness of her mouth.

"Mmmmmm….. No," she protested weakly, even as his hand found her right breast, squeezing with a possessiveness that made her arch into him.

She lifted her face, meeting his eyes, and in that gaze, submission bloomed like a secret flower. "Miss, if Gautam comes, we'll hear the car sound. I'll stay away," he promised, his voice a velvet assurance.

Turning in his arms, Geetha reached down, her fingers wrapping around his throbbing length beneath the water. He mirrored her, his hand cupping the underside of her breast. Leaning over, he captured her lips again, their kiss deepening into a shared hunger. Tongues danced as they climbed from the pool together, water sluicing off their naked forms like liquid diamonds. On the sun-warmed tiles, they embraced once more, lips locked in fervent exploration. Bharat's hands roamed to her buttocks, kneading the firm curves, while Geetha's palm massaged his penis just below her navel, her fingers clenching to test and tease his firmness.

"Will it be quick," she whispered against his mouth, "or will you do it like yesterday?"

He cradled her face, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that stole her breath. "What did I do yesterday?"

"How did you hold it in for so long, darling?"

"Why do you ask such things, Miss?"

"Because I haven't had the pleasure you've given me all these days, darling. Do you know how many times I used to imagine things? I don't know why, but in this matter, Gautam…"

Bharat silenced her with a small, insistent kiss, his lips a gentle dam against the flood of vulnerability. The mention of her husband hung between them like a fragile thread, taut and trembling. "Don't, Miss… Don't talk like that."

"How much affection you have for us," she said softly, the words a bridge over the chasm of her guilt.

"Miss, not about Gautam Sir. Tell me about me."

"Hmm…"

He pressed closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. "I overheard someone talking the other day. There are many people; didn't we see Ramya Miss and Ganesh? Tell me, Miss… can't we be like that too?"

Geetha pulled him into an affectionate hug, her lips brushing his shoulders in feather-light kisses. "We will, you puppy."

With a sudden surge of strength, Bharat gripped the undersides of her buttocks, lifting her effortlessly against him. "I love you, Geetha…"

"I want you, darling. I'll keep you. Hmm…" Her lips found his neck as he carried her toward the lounging bench from earlier, the one that had borne witness to their earlier indulgences. He eased her back onto it, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that tasted of salt and sun. Geetha parted her thighs in silent invitation, her body an open secret.

Kissing a trail along her cheeks, Bharat whispered, "Miss, when Gautam Sir comes, I won't come between the two of you. I know, Miss, he has been staying away from you for all these days. You must also feel it, right?"

"Yes. You take the chance when I give it to you, darling. I want this…" She adjusted his penis with deliberate care, guiding it toward her core, aiming true at the slick, waiting flower of her desire.

"Put it in yourself, Miss," he urged, his voice roughened by restraint.

"Hmm…" Her fingers closed around his shaft, firm and unyielding, pulling him forward until contact sparked like flint on steel.

Bharat thrust his hips, slow and deliberate, parting the delicate, wet folds beneath her sparse pubic hair. He pierced through layers of warmth, plunging deep into her depths. "Hash…" Geetha gasped, the overwhelming weight of his firmness stealing her breath in hiccuping bursts. In the haze of their union, she closed her eyes, exhaling hot breaths that ghosted across his nose. Her knees pressed into the bench's cushion, bracing as she spread her legs wider, like a lotus unfurling its petals to welcome the dawn.

He sank fully into her, then began to move—drawing out, then grinding back in, his penis stirring her mound with rhythmic insistence. A thrill shot through Geetha's nerves, electric and unrelenting. "Aah… Mmm…" She bit her lower lip, teeth sinking into the plush flesh to stifle the moan building in her throat.

The residue of Gautam's earlier release lingered on the tip of Bharat's penis, a slick testament to the tangled web of her affections. He paused, shifting to her side, bringing his glistening length near her shoulder. "Miss, this is Gautam Sir's. Lick this."

Surprise flickered across her face, mingled with a twinge of disgust. She turned away, shaking her head. "Uh-uh…"

But Bharat was insistent, his fingers threading through her hair to gently turn her back, pressing the tip to her lips. She caught his penis in her hand, halting him. "Don’t force me, darling."

"Oh, it’s nothing, Miss. Just put it in your mouth once. This is what your husband climaxed."

"Why are you asking this… Please hurry up, he’s coming."

"Just taste it once. This is your husband’s. Not mine. Tell Gautam Sir what it was like."

His words hung in the air, noncommittal yet probing, and Geetha's heart pounded like a war drum. *What is happening between us? How many more thoughts do you have?* The question echoed in her mind, unanswered. With a resigned sigh, she turned fully toward him, lifting her head to grasp his penis. Her lips brushed the residue clinging to the glans—a sticky pearl of Gautam's love that now smeared across her rosebud mouth. Tentatively, she licked it away, swallowing the salty essence.

Bharat trembled, a low "Hah…" escaping him. "Lick it, Miss. It’s nothing. They even said in a research paper that eating semen is harmless."

"You even find out things like this?" she asked, a note of incredulity cutting through her daze.

For the first time, she savored the true taste of her husband's release. A frown creased her brow at the initial strangeness, but curiosity won, and she lapped it clean, the flavor settling into something unexpectedly intimate.

"A little more, Miss…"

"Hmm…" Her tongue worked over the mushroom-like swell of his red, swollen glans, polishing it with deliberate strokes.

"Miss, how is your husband's come…"

"Doing this…" Confusion tangled her words, but he silenced her with the press of his penis against her lips, like a finger sealing a secret.

"Did you like it or not?"

She caressed his length slowly, lifting her gaze to meet his. "It feels a little awkward, darling."

"Don't worry about all that, Miss. Did you like it?"

In answer, she kissed his penis fiercely, a bold declaration. "I like yours, darling…" Her fingers drew back the foreskin, her tongue tracing the sensitive head beneath.

"Iss… Miss, I didn't think you would do all this, you know."

"You wished for me to do this, didn't you?"

Bharat's left hand wandered restlessly between her thighs, his ring finger grazing her wet vulva before slipping an inch inside. The intrusion made her shiver, and she responded by drawing his penis deep into her mouth, her lips sealing around him with sudden fervor. Her fingertips squeezed his testicles gently, sucking with a rhythm born of mounting desire.

"Ugh… You're not letting go of mine, yourself. Though you say no when asked."

She released him with a wet pop, saliva glistening on his shaft. "I used to watch porn and wish my husband also had a big one. I don’t know why, it was a fixation for me."

"Hmm…"

"Yours is this long."

"It's for you, Miss…" He thrust forward, fierce and unyielding, filling her mouth once more.

"Click… Mmm…" She hollowed her cheeks, sucking with abandon as his finger delved deeper into her, stoking the fire between her legs. Their shared rhythm built, a symphony of touch and taste, until the sharp blare of a car horn shattered the haze.

Geetha flinched, snapping upright and clamping her thighs together, the spell broken by cold reality. "Put your shorts on. I'm going inside," she said, fear threading her voice like ice.

Bharat lunged for her, planting one last desperate kiss on her neck. "We're stopping in the middle."

"We have to, puppy."

"Hmm…"

She fled toward the house, her naked form a blur of urgency across the tiles, leaving droplets in her wake. Bharat snatched up his discarded shorts from the poolside, pulling them on with hurried hands.
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To be continued………..