21-12-2025, 07:50 PM
Meanwhile, Chandana answered the call.
Since Bharat had positioned the phone with its back camera facing them, the underside of his throbbing member came into clear, vivid view for both Chandana and Vandana—the thick vein pulsing along its length, glistening faintly with anticipation under the warm bedroom light.
"Why did you cut the call earlier?" Vandana asked, her voice laced with breathless curiosity, a hint of excitement trembling in her tone.
"Miss cut it," Bharat replied casually, his voice low and husky, the faint rasp of arousal threading through it.
Chandana's eyes widened as she took in the sight, the screen capturing every ridge and curve. "Mm... my baby is standing tall, I see," she purred, her words dripping with playful hunger, the sound of her quickened breathing audible over the call.
Geetha couldn't help but laugh softly, the sound light and throaty, vibrating in her chest as warmth flooded her cheeks.
"Why are you laughing, Miss?" Chandana teased, her voice mischievous.
Bharat grinned, his lips curving wickedly. "Miss said the exact same thing a moment ago."
"Oh ho... Miss is watching, huh?" Vandana chimed in excitedly, her tone rising with thrill. "Poor thing, it's waiting—suck it! If it were me, I wouldn't stop at all." Her words carried the faint rustle of fabric, as if she were shifting closer to the screen.
Geetha, her right hand gently measuring and stroking Bharat's heated length—feeling the velvety skin slide over rigid hardness beneath—leaned in to plant another soft kiss on the tip, her lips brushing the sensitive, slick crown with a tender warmth that drew a low hiss from him.
"Mm... that's wrong, Vandana," Geetha murmured, her voice a mix of caution and lingering desire, husky from the heat building in her throat. "You guys aren't majors yet."
Bharat smirked, undeterred, his breath coming in shallow bursts. "Miss, the official adult franchise age should be reduced from 18 to 16. Since smartphones arrived, we've become fast and smart, haven't we?" The musky scent of his arousal mingled with the faint sweetness lingering in the air.
"You shameless fellow!" Geetha scolded lightly, though a smile tugged at her lips, her fingers tightening instinctively around him, feeling the throb echo against her palm.
"Should the Constitution be amended just for you now?"
"Yes, Miss," Chandana jumped in eagerly, her voice bubbling with laughter. "It should be changed at least for people like us."
Geetha shook her head in mock disapproval, her hair brushing softly against his thigh. "Look how you all have turned out... Chi."
In a bold, playful move, Bharat tapped Geetha's lips gently with his member, the warm, firm tip grazing her soft, parted mouth, leaving a faint trace of salty precum on her lower lip.
"Hey!" she warned, her tone playful yet firm, her breath warm against him as she tasted the subtle salt on her tongue.
"I told you," Bharat reminded her, his voice low and commanding, roughened by desire. "Today you have to listen to what I say. Close your mouth and suck."
Chandana burst into laughter over the call, the sound bright and unrestrained. "Haha, how can she suck if she closes her mouth?"
"Anyway," Vandana added slyly, her voice dropping to a whispery tease, "if teachers are doing such things behind their husbands' backs, is it wrong for us to do it in love, Miss?"
Geetha sighed softly, the exhale warm and shaky. "I didn't say it's wrong to do it in love, girl. It should be done once you're of age."
"Fine, then," Chandana conceded with a dramatic sigh, the sound exaggerated and playful. "I guess we'll wait since we have to."
"Yeah..." Vandana agreed, her tone laced with mock resignation. "That’s why we’re at least watching these videos."
"Today is a live show for you," Bharat declared confidently, his voice thick with pride.
Geetha pinched his thigh in gentle protest, her nails leaving faint pink marks on his skin. "Enough, hang up the phone."
"Oh please, Miss," Chandana pleaded, her voice breathy and urgent. "Let us watch. I want to see how my husband behaves with his mistress."
The words hung in the air, shocking both Geetha and Bharat. Geetha looked up sharply, her cheeks flushing with a blend of embarrassment and faint anger, the heat rising like a tide across her skin, while Bharat averted his gaze, unable to meet her eyes, his pulse quickening visibly along his neck.
"Oh, girl! What kind of talk is that?" Geetha pretended to scold, masking her discomfort, though her voice wavered slightly.
"Oh, I didn't think you’d feel bad, Miss," Chandana apologized quickly, genuine remorse softening her tone. "I'm sorry."
To shift the mood, Bharat murmured, "Miss, with the cream..." his voice a low rumble.
"Cream?" Geetha echoed, glancing at the bowl nearby, the rich chocolate scent wafting faintly toward her.
"Yes..."
She dipped her fingers into the cool, velvety chocolate cream, the texture smooth and thick against her skin, flicking a bit under his member before gently spreading it along its full length, her touch deliberate and teasing—fingers gliding over every throbbing vein, coating the hot, rigid flesh in decadent sweetness.
"Aha, a Chocobar!" Vandana exclaimed with delight, her voice rising in excited awe.
Geetha chuckled despite herself, the sound warm and reluctant. "I thought it was just him, but you girls are crazy too."
"Miss, is there more cream?" Chandana asked eagerly, anticipation crackling in her words.
"Mm-hmm," Geetha confirmed, her fingers still slick and shiny.
"Put it all on, Miss," Vandana urged, her breath hitching. "Oh, I feel like licking it! You're so lucky, Miss."
"Chi, don't say that," Geetha protested, her voice tinged with awkwardness, a fresh wave of heat blooming in her core. "It's making me awkward, and you're just egging me on."
"This will stay between the four of us, Miss," Chandana reassured her, her tone soft and conspiratorial. "Why the hesitation? Go ahead."
With a deep breath—inhaling the intoxicating blend of rich chocolate and his raw, masculine musk—Geetha scooped up the remaining spoonful of cream and applied it generously, coating him fully, the cool sweetness contrasting sharply with his burning heat, every inch now glistening darkly under the light.
"Let's get down for a minute, Miss," Bharat suggested, his voice strained with need.
"Hmm."
They both slipped off the bed, the sheets rustling softly. Geetha knelt beside it, her knees sinking into the plush carpet, the fibers soft against her skin. Bharat grabbed a pillow, propped the phone against it for a perfect side-angle view—the camera capturing the sheen of chocolate, the subtle twitch of his arousal—and stood before her, his coated member level with her face, the scent overwhelming now, sweet and primal.
She lifted her gaze, lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks, swallowed hard—the click audible in the quiet room—and stared at the tempting "chocobar" inches away, its heat radiating toward her lips.
"Lick it, Miss!" Vandana encouraged breathlessly, her voice a whisper of envy.
Inhaling deeply, the mingled scent of rich chocolate and his potent arousal flooding her senses, making her mouth water, Geetha could no longer resist. She pressed her tongue flat against the base—feeling the thick vein pulse beneath—and dragged it slowly upward, savoring the decadent burst of sweet cream over his salty, heated skin, the texture silky yet firm.
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As she lost herself in the taste, the flavors exploding on her tongue—bittersweet chocolate mingling with his essence—Vandana whispered, "I want to lick it too," her voice thick with longing.
Bharat leaned down, capturing Geetha's lips in a deep kiss, his tongue delving to taste the chocolate on hers, the kiss wet and hungry, breaths mingling hotly.
"Lick it all off," he commanded softly, pulling back, his voice gravelly. "Don't leave a bit."
"Mm..." Geetha hummed in agreement, the vibration sending a shiver through him.
He guided her hands to rest behind his thighs, her fingers digging into the firm muscle there. She inched forward, her tongue tracing the right side with deliberate, wet strokes—long, languid laps that left trails of saliva glistening.
"You're making me say such dirty things," she murmured between licks, her breath hot against his skin.
"Don't do it if you don't want to," Bharat teased, his hips twitching faintly.
She switched to the left side, her movements growing bolder, tongue swirling with increasing fervor. "Mm... I will."
Chandana laughed softly, the sound husky. "Haha... Miss, when Bharat came to our house last time, Sister swallowed his seeds, you know? And you're calling this dirty!"
"Miss will eat it too," Vandana predicted confidently, excitement lacing her words.
"Chi, no!" Geetha exclaimed, pulling back slightly, lips shiny and swollen. "How could you do something so gross, Vandana?"
"It's good, Miss," Vandana insisted, her voice persuasive. "Salty and sharp, thick on the tongue."
"Chi..."
"You should swallow it once too, Miss."
"Don't disturb us, you slut," Bharat interrupted sharply, his tone rough and possessive. "You two shut up and watch silently."
Geetha froze, stunned by his crude words, the harshness cutting through the heated air, and looked up at him in surprise, her eyes wide, breath catching.
"What kind of words are those?" she asked, her tone a mix of shock and disapproval, though her body remained poised, knees aching faintly on the carpet.
"We're used to it, Miss..." Chandana explained casually, unfazed.
Bharat leaned down, pressing gently against Geetha's throat with his hand, the touch firm yet tender. "No need for talk in between; I don't like it."
"Those words are wrong," Geetha insisted softly, her voice trembling slightly.
"It’s fine," he reassured her, thumb brushing her jaw. "Don’t mind it and just continue."
Though part of her resisted the harshness, a deeper thrill pulsed through her—Geetha knew she had surrendered completely to him in this moment. She returned to the tip, toying with it teasingly with her tongue—flicking the sensitive underside, circling the crown—droplets of saliva trailing warmly to the floor, mixing with faint smears of chocolate.
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His veins throbbed visibly under her touch, swelling with each swirl. Leaning over her, Bharat reached down with his left hand, squeezing her breast firmly through the fabric, fingers kneading the soft, heavy flesh, thumb grazing the hardened peak, lost in the waves of ecstasy from her skilled, devoted play—the wet sounds of her tongue filling the room, mingling with his deepening groans.
"Ah, Miss..." he groaned, the sound raw and guttural, echoing from deep in his chest. "You're driving me crazier every day."
Following Bharat's command, the two sisters fell silent, though their bodies betrayed their restlessness. Watching Geetha lavish attention on him with her tongue stirred a deep craving in them. Vandana leaned in and captured Chandana's lips in a heated kiss. Chandana, unable to restrain herself as she witnessed her lover's intimate acts, deepened the kiss with fervent passion.
Bharat's excitement surged at the sight of the sisters locked in their embrace while their teacher serviced him. In the midst of her tender caresses, he thrust his hips forward abruptly, driving his throbbing length deeper into her mouth like a chocobar plunging into warmth. Geetha, caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, choked slightly as it pressed against the back of her throat.
She pulled back, spitting out a trail of saliva, and gasped, "Tell me before you do that... I'll do it myself."
"Oh, sorry," Bharat murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "Okay, okay, suck it."
Geetha gripped his shaft firmly with her right hand and steadied herself against his thigh with her left, then enveloped him halfway into the wet heat of her mouth, sucking with deliberate rhythm.
"Sss... Miss, your teeth are grazing it..." Bharat winced at the discomfort. He tangled his fingers in her hair and gently pulled her back.
"Bend down a little more," she instructed softly.
Bharat shifted to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Now?" he asked.
"Yes."
She crawled forward on her knees, closing the distance between his thighs. Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to his tip before taking him fully into her mouth once more.
"Ah..." Bharat sighed in pleasure.
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Gazing down at Geetha as she worked him from below, he breathed, "Ah... it looks so good when you suck it like this."
He angled his phone to capture the view from beneath, sharing the erotic sight with the sisters.
"Miss, spit on it," Chandana urged, her voice husky.
Geetha shook her head lightly, never breaking her rhythm. Bharat chuckled softly at her defiance.
"Hey Bharat, when are you coming?" Vandana asked, her tone laced with anticipation.
"In two more days," he replied.
"Us too," Chandana added.
Vandana peeled off her top, revealing her full, enticing beauty to the camera. Emboldened, Chandana followed suit, stripping down and cupping her smaller breasts, squeezing them with a needy moan.
"Ah, Sister!" Chandana exclaimed breathlessly.
Bharat's senses drowned in lust as he admired their exposed forms, one hand gripping Geetha's hair while the other held the phone steady to showcase her devoted sucking. Geetha's own desire reignited; her thighs grew hot and slick once more. She paused, rising to straddle his lap and claim his lips in a fierce kiss.
"Mm... what happened? Why did you stop?" Bharat murmured against her mouth.
"Isn't that enough?" Geetha whispered, her breath ragged.
"Just ten more minutes," he pleaded.
"Okay."
She sank back to her knees and resumed her playful teasing and deep sucking. Unable to resist, Bharat thrust forward again, burying himself deeper. Geetha halted, pulling away with a gasp.
"It's hitting my throat—don't do that," she protested.
"Oh, don't stop, Miss!" Vandana begged. "Watching you suck is putting us in the mood."
Bharat's grip tightened in Geetha's hair as he twisted her hands behind her back, holding her in place.
"Miss, just this once..." he growled, guiding her head forcefully as he pushed into her mouth, compelling her to take him deeper.
Geetha yielded, her mouth filling with wet, rhythmic sounds—cluck-cluck—as saliva coated him and dripped down.
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"Uff... Miss," Bharat groaned, lost in ecstasy, "I’ve imagined so many things with you, and this was one of them. Suck it, Miss, ah... When you were teaching class, I used to stare at your lips and fantasize about you sucking me right there in front of everyone. Harish and Akash used to whisper comments about you every day—do you know how much that turned me on?"
On the smartphone's video call screen, the sisters—Chandana and Vandana—were locked in a deep, passionate kiss, their lips moving hungrily against each other. Chandana's hands roamed tenderly, gently massaging Vandana's full breasts, eliciting soft moans that carried faintly through the speaker. Vandana eventually broke the kiss, her eyes blazing with desire as she trailed her lips down to Chandana's neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. All the while, she fixed an intense, provocative gaze directly at Bharat through the camera.
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Bharat was utterly lost in lust, his attention divided between the erotic display on the screen and the woman before him. Geetha knelt at his feet, her mouth enveloping him eagerly. Saliva glistened at the corners of her lips, trickling down her chin as her breathing grew heavy and ragged.
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Suddenly, she raised a hand, signaling him to stop. Bharat paused immediately, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"You guys have lost all respect for your teacher," Geetha murmured, her voice a mix of reproach and lingering arousal.
"Is that so, Miss?" Bharat replied with a wicked grin.
Without warning, he reached up and grasped the black dress bunched at her waist, yanking it off her body in one swift motion. He wrapped the fabric around her wrists, tying them securely so she couldn't pull away, then guided himself back into the warm depths of her mouth.
"Miss, today you have to eat my seed," he said firmly.
She shook her head in protest, her eyes wide. But Bharat ignored her resistance. He climbed onto the bed, tugging her forward by the bound hands. Geetha crawled up on her knees, submissive yet defiant. Bharat settled back with his legs folded beneath him, holding the knot of the dress in one hand like reins. With the other, he positioned the phone sideways for a better horizontal view of the scene, then grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her head down onto him.
"Miss, I want us to stay like this today. Suck it," he commanded.
Geetha lifted her head briefly, gasping. "It's hard. No."
"No, I won't listen. Suck..it."
Relenting, she took him into her mouth on her own, surrendering to the rhythm. Her head bobbed rapidly up and down, sucking with passionate intensity. Bharat closed his eyes, his legs twitching in waves of sexual bliss.
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For five full minutes, the room filled with wet, obscene sounds—slurps echoing as his length glistened with her saliva.
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"Ah, Miss, don't stop! Yes... ah!" he groaned.
His body shuddered violently. He gripped her neck tighter and thrust deep, burying himself in her throat as he erupted. Geetha, caught off guard without a moment to breathe, couldn't swallow or spit properly. The hot fluid shot straight down her throat, making her cough and sputter as she pulled away, semen dribbling onto his skin.
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Bharat leaned back, laughing breathlessly as he released her. Geetha coughed and gasped for air, spitting the excess saliva onto the floor. Fury flashed in her eyes as she turned on him, striking his chest with her bound hands.
"Chi, chi... you dirty fellow! How could you be so forceful? Untie this knot, you rascal!"
"I'll untie it," Bharat teased, "but look down once."
Her gaze dropped to his thighs, where his member—still slick with semen—stood firm and unyielding.
"Lick that, and I'll untie you."
"Chi, no!"
"Then untie it yourself; your dress might tear."
She hit him again, but he caught her wrists, stilling her. Slowly, he pulled her into an embrace, hugging and kissing her softly.
"Lick it for me, Geetha, please..."
She softened under his touch, her resistance melting.
"Sir won't disturb us today, that's why I did it. I wanted this," he whispered.
"It feels so gross doing this. Talking crudely like a street-walker, doing all this... it’s not me."
"Just for these three days, Miss. Who knows if we’ll have another chance? Please, I want to see you licking me."
"Mm..."
She leaned back, pressing kisses to his chest, then trailed lower. Hesitantly, she kissed the tip, tasting the thick fluid coating it. Her tongue darted out, savoring the salty essence as she looked up at him. Bharat's face lit with delight.
"I know you like it too, Miss. All this 'teacher' stuff is just an act."
Geetha's cheeks flushed crimson with shyness.
"Mm."
"Will you suck it again? This time I'll make you drink it all."
She took him back into her mouth, sucking gently to clean the remnants.
"Mm... but gently. Don't be forceful like that. Now untie this."
He rose and loosened the dress from her wrists. As soon as the fabric fell away, Geetha slapped him sharply across the face, leaving a red mark on his left cheek.
"Ow... why did you hit me again?"
"For trying to dominate me, you brat! I'll kill you. Now lie down. That’s enough for tonight. No more beds or anything."
"Hey, that's cheating!"
"Go away... we both gave each other orals, so we're even. Good night."
She scooped up her dress from the floor, slipping it back on, and strode toward the door.
"Osey Geetha!" he shouted.
She hurled a pillow at his face.
"You forced me, and that too in front of them!"
Only then did Bharat remember the phone. He'd tossed it aside earlier, the video call still running. Picking it up, he saw the call had ended seven minutes ago. He glanced toward the door—Geetha was gone. Or so he thought.
Suddenly, warm arms wrapped around him from behind as she hugged him tightly, her body pressing against his back.
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To be continued……………
Since Bharat had positioned the phone with its back camera facing them, the underside of his throbbing member came into clear, vivid view for both Chandana and Vandana—the thick vein pulsing along its length, glistening faintly with anticipation under the warm bedroom light.
"Why did you cut the call earlier?" Vandana asked, her voice laced with breathless curiosity, a hint of excitement trembling in her tone.
"Miss cut it," Bharat replied casually, his voice low and husky, the faint rasp of arousal threading through it.
Chandana's eyes widened as she took in the sight, the screen capturing every ridge and curve. "Mm... my baby is standing tall, I see," she purred, her words dripping with playful hunger, the sound of her quickened breathing audible over the call.
Geetha couldn't help but laugh softly, the sound light and throaty, vibrating in her chest as warmth flooded her cheeks.
"Why are you laughing, Miss?" Chandana teased, her voice mischievous.
Bharat grinned, his lips curving wickedly. "Miss said the exact same thing a moment ago."
"Oh ho... Miss is watching, huh?" Vandana chimed in excitedly, her tone rising with thrill. "Poor thing, it's waiting—suck it! If it were me, I wouldn't stop at all." Her words carried the faint rustle of fabric, as if she were shifting closer to the screen.
Geetha, her right hand gently measuring and stroking Bharat's heated length—feeling the velvety skin slide over rigid hardness beneath—leaned in to plant another soft kiss on the tip, her lips brushing the sensitive, slick crown with a tender warmth that drew a low hiss from him.
"Mm... that's wrong, Vandana," Geetha murmured, her voice a mix of caution and lingering desire, husky from the heat building in her throat. "You guys aren't majors yet."
Bharat smirked, undeterred, his breath coming in shallow bursts. "Miss, the official adult franchise age should be reduced from 18 to 16. Since smartphones arrived, we've become fast and smart, haven't we?" The musky scent of his arousal mingled with the faint sweetness lingering in the air.
"You shameless fellow!" Geetha scolded lightly, though a smile tugged at her lips, her fingers tightening instinctively around him, feeling the throb echo against her palm.
"Should the Constitution be amended just for you now?"
"Yes, Miss," Chandana jumped in eagerly, her voice bubbling with laughter. "It should be changed at least for people like us."
Geetha shook her head in mock disapproval, her hair brushing softly against his thigh. "Look how you all have turned out... Chi."
In a bold, playful move, Bharat tapped Geetha's lips gently with his member, the warm, firm tip grazing her soft, parted mouth, leaving a faint trace of salty precum on her lower lip.
"Hey!" she warned, her tone playful yet firm, her breath warm against him as she tasted the subtle salt on her tongue.
"I told you," Bharat reminded her, his voice low and commanding, roughened by desire. "Today you have to listen to what I say. Close your mouth and suck."
Chandana burst into laughter over the call, the sound bright and unrestrained. "Haha, how can she suck if she closes her mouth?"
"Anyway," Vandana added slyly, her voice dropping to a whispery tease, "if teachers are doing such things behind their husbands' backs, is it wrong for us to do it in love, Miss?"
Geetha sighed softly, the exhale warm and shaky. "I didn't say it's wrong to do it in love, girl. It should be done once you're of age."
"Fine, then," Chandana conceded with a dramatic sigh, the sound exaggerated and playful. "I guess we'll wait since we have to."
"Yeah..." Vandana agreed, her tone laced with mock resignation. "That’s why we’re at least watching these videos."
"Today is a live show for you," Bharat declared confidently, his voice thick with pride.
Geetha pinched his thigh in gentle protest, her nails leaving faint pink marks on his skin. "Enough, hang up the phone."
"Oh please, Miss," Chandana pleaded, her voice breathy and urgent. "Let us watch. I want to see how my husband behaves with his mistress."
The words hung in the air, shocking both Geetha and Bharat. Geetha looked up sharply, her cheeks flushing with a blend of embarrassment and faint anger, the heat rising like a tide across her skin, while Bharat averted his gaze, unable to meet her eyes, his pulse quickening visibly along his neck.
"Oh, girl! What kind of talk is that?" Geetha pretended to scold, masking her discomfort, though her voice wavered slightly.
"Oh, I didn't think you’d feel bad, Miss," Chandana apologized quickly, genuine remorse softening her tone. "I'm sorry."
To shift the mood, Bharat murmured, "Miss, with the cream..." his voice a low rumble.
"Cream?" Geetha echoed, glancing at the bowl nearby, the rich chocolate scent wafting faintly toward her.
"Yes..."
She dipped her fingers into the cool, velvety chocolate cream, the texture smooth and thick against her skin, flicking a bit under his member before gently spreading it along its full length, her touch deliberate and teasing—fingers gliding over every throbbing vein, coating the hot, rigid flesh in decadent sweetness.
"Aha, a Chocobar!" Vandana exclaimed with delight, her voice rising in excited awe.
Geetha chuckled despite herself, the sound warm and reluctant. "I thought it was just him, but you girls are crazy too."
"Miss, is there more cream?" Chandana asked eagerly, anticipation crackling in her words.
"Mm-hmm," Geetha confirmed, her fingers still slick and shiny.
"Put it all on, Miss," Vandana urged, her breath hitching. "Oh, I feel like licking it! You're so lucky, Miss."
"Chi, don't say that," Geetha protested, her voice tinged with awkwardness, a fresh wave of heat blooming in her core. "It's making me awkward, and you're just egging me on."
"This will stay between the four of us, Miss," Chandana reassured her, her tone soft and conspiratorial. "Why the hesitation? Go ahead."
With a deep breath—inhaling the intoxicating blend of rich chocolate and his raw, masculine musk—Geetha scooped up the remaining spoonful of cream and applied it generously, coating him fully, the cool sweetness contrasting sharply with his burning heat, every inch now glistening darkly under the light.
"Let's get down for a minute, Miss," Bharat suggested, his voice strained with need.
"Hmm."
They both slipped off the bed, the sheets rustling softly. Geetha knelt beside it, her knees sinking into the plush carpet, the fibers soft against her skin. Bharat grabbed a pillow, propped the phone against it for a perfect side-angle view—the camera capturing the sheen of chocolate, the subtle twitch of his arousal—and stood before her, his coated member level with her face, the scent overwhelming now, sweet and primal.
She lifted her gaze, lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks, swallowed hard—the click audible in the quiet room—and stared at the tempting "chocobar" inches away, its heat radiating toward her lips.
"Lick it, Miss!" Vandana encouraged breathlessly, her voice a whisper of envy.
Inhaling deeply, the mingled scent of rich chocolate and his potent arousal flooding her senses, making her mouth water, Geetha could no longer resist. She pressed her tongue flat against the base—feeling the thick vein pulse beneath—and dragged it slowly upward, savoring the decadent burst of sweet cream over his salty, heated skin, the texture silky yet firm.
As she lost herself in the taste, the flavors exploding on her tongue—bittersweet chocolate mingling with his essence—Vandana whispered, "I want to lick it too," her voice thick with longing.
Bharat leaned down, capturing Geetha's lips in a deep kiss, his tongue delving to taste the chocolate on hers, the kiss wet and hungry, breaths mingling hotly.
"Lick it all off," he commanded softly, pulling back, his voice gravelly. "Don't leave a bit."
"Mm..." Geetha hummed in agreement, the vibration sending a shiver through him.
He guided her hands to rest behind his thighs, her fingers digging into the firm muscle there. She inched forward, her tongue tracing the right side with deliberate, wet strokes—long, languid laps that left trails of saliva glistening.
"You're making me say such dirty things," she murmured between licks, her breath hot against his skin.
"Don't do it if you don't want to," Bharat teased, his hips twitching faintly.
She switched to the left side, her movements growing bolder, tongue swirling with increasing fervor. "Mm... I will."
Chandana laughed softly, the sound husky. "Haha... Miss, when Bharat came to our house last time, Sister swallowed his seeds, you know? And you're calling this dirty!"
"Miss will eat it too," Vandana predicted confidently, excitement lacing her words.
"Chi, no!" Geetha exclaimed, pulling back slightly, lips shiny and swollen. "How could you do something so gross, Vandana?"
"It's good, Miss," Vandana insisted, her voice persuasive. "Salty and sharp, thick on the tongue."
"Chi..."
"You should swallow it once too, Miss."
"Don't disturb us, you slut," Bharat interrupted sharply, his tone rough and possessive. "You two shut up and watch silently."
Geetha froze, stunned by his crude words, the harshness cutting through the heated air, and looked up at him in surprise, her eyes wide, breath catching.
"What kind of words are those?" she asked, her tone a mix of shock and disapproval, though her body remained poised, knees aching faintly on the carpet.
"We're used to it, Miss..." Chandana explained casually, unfazed.
Bharat leaned down, pressing gently against Geetha's throat with his hand, the touch firm yet tender. "No need for talk in between; I don't like it."
"Those words are wrong," Geetha insisted softly, her voice trembling slightly.
"It’s fine," he reassured her, thumb brushing her jaw. "Don’t mind it and just continue."
Though part of her resisted the harshness, a deeper thrill pulsed through her—Geetha knew she had surrendered completely to him in this moment. She returned to the tip, toying with it teasingly with her tongue—flicking the sensitive underside, circling the crown—droplets of saliva trailing warmly to the floor, mixing with faint smears of chocolate.
His veins throbbed visibly under her touch, swelling with each swirl. Leaning over her, Bharat reached down with his left hand, squeezing her breast firmly through the fabric, fingers kneading the soft, heavy flesh, thumb grazing the hardened peak, lost in the waves of ecstasy from her skilled, devoted play—the wet sounds of her tongue filling the room, mingling with his deepening groans.
"Ah, Miss..." he groaned, the sound raw and guttural, echoing from deep in his chest. "You're driving me crazier every day."
Following Bharat's command, the two sisters fell silent, though their bodies betrayed their restlessness. Watching Geetha lavish attention on him with her tongue stirred a deep craving in them. Vandana leaned in and captured Chandana's lips in a heated kiss. Chandana, unable to restrain herself as she witnessed her lover's intimate acts, deepened the kiss with fervent passion.
Bharat's excitement surged at the sight of the sisters locked in their embrace while their teacher serviced him. In the midst of her tender caresses, he thrust his hips forward abruptly, driving his throbbing length deeper into her mouth like a chocobar plunging into warmth. Geetha, caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, choked slightly as it pressed against the back of her throat.
She pulled back, spitting out a trail of saliva, and gasped, "Tell me before you do that... I'll do it myself."
"Oh, sorry," Bharat murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "Okay, okay, suck it."
Geetha gripped his shaft firmly with her right hand and steadied herself against his thigh with her left, then enveloped him halfway into the wet heat of her mouth, sucking with deliberate rhythm.
"Sss... Miss, your teeth are grazing it..." Bharat winced at the discomfort. He tangled his fingers in her hair and gently pulled her back.
"Bend down a little more," she instructed softly.
Bharat shifted to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Now?" he asked.
"Yes."
She crawled forward on her knees, closing the distance between his thighs. Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to his tip before taking him fully into her mouth once more.
"Ah..." Bharat sighed in pleasure.
Gazing down at Geetha as she worked him from below, he breathed, "Ah... it looks so good when you suck it like this."
He angled his phone to capture the view from beneath, sharing the erotic sight with the sisters.
"Miss, spit on it," Chandana urged, her voice husky.
Geetha shook her head lightly, never breaking her rhythm. Bharat chuckled softly at her defiance.
"Hey Bharat, when are you coming?" Vandana asked, her tone laced with anticipation.
"In two more days," he replied.
"Us too," Chandana added.
Vandana peeled off her top, revealing her full, enticing beauty to the camera. Emboldened, Chandana followed suit, stripping down and cupping her smaller breasts, squeezing them with a needy moan.
"Ah, Sister!" Chandana exclaimed breathlessly.
Bharat's senses drowned in lust as he admired their exposed forms, one hand gripping Geetha's hair while the other held the phone steady to showcase her devoted sucking. Geetha's own desire reignited; her thighs grew hot and slick once more. She paused, rising to straddle his lap and claim his lips in a fierce kiss.
"Mm... what happened? Why did you stop?" Bharat murmured against her mouth.
"Isn't that enough?" Geetha whispered, her breath ragged.
"Just ten more minutes," he pleaded.
"Okay."
She sank back to her knees and resumed her playful teasing and deep sucking. Unable to resist, Bharat thrust forward again, burying himself deeper. Geetha halted, pulling away with a gasp.
"It's hitting my throat—don't do that," she protested.
"Oh, don't stop, Miss!" Vandana begged. "Watching you suck is putting us in the mood."
Bharat's grip tightened in Geetha's hair as he twisted her hands behind her back, holding her in place.
"Miss, just this once..." he growled, guiding her head forcefully as he pushed into her mouth, compelling her to take him deeper.
Geetha yielded, her mouth filling with wet, rhythmic sounds—cluck-cluck—as saliva coated him and dripped down.
"Uff... Miss," Bharat groaned, lost in ecstasy, "I’ve imagined so many things with you, and this was one of them. Suck it, Miss, ah... When you were teaching class, I used to stare at your lips and fantasize about you sucking me right there in front of everyone. Harish and Akash used to whisper comments about you every day—do you know how much that turned me on?"
On the smartphone's video call screen, the sisters—Chandana and Vandana—were locked in a deep, passionate kiss, their lips moving hungrily against each other. Chandana's hands roamed tenderly, gently massaging Vandana's full breasts, eliciting soft moans that carried faintly through the speaker. Vandana eventually broke the kiss, her eyes blazing with desire as she trailed her lips down to Chandana's neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. All the while, she fixed an intense, provocative gaze directly at Bharat through the camera.
Bharat was utterly lost in lust, his attention divided between the erotic display on the screen and the woman before him. Geetha knelt at his feet, her mouth enveloping him eagerly. Saliva glistened at the corners of her lips, trickling down her chin as her breathing grew heavy and ragged.
Suddenly, she raised a hand, signaling him to stop. Bharat paused immediately, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"You guys have lost all respect for your teacher," Geetha murmured, her voice a mix of reproach and lingering arousal.
"Is that so, Miss?" Bharat replied with a wicked grin.
Without warning, he reached up and grasped the black dress bunched at her waist, yanking it off her body in one swift motion. He wrapped the fabric around her wrists, tying them securely so she couldn't pull away, then guided himself back into the warm depths of her mouth.
"Miss, today you have to eat my seed," he said firmly.
She shook her head in protest, her eyes wide. But Bharat ignored her resistance. He climbed onto the bed, tugging her forward by the bound hands. Geetha crawled up on her knees, submissive yet defiant. Bharat settled back with his legs folded beneath him, holding the knot of the dress in one hand like reins. With the other, he positioned the phone sideways for a better horizontal view of the scene, then grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her head down onto him.
"Miss, I want us to stay like this today. Suck it," he commanded.
Geetha lifted her head briefly, gasping. "It's hard. No."
"No, I won't listen. Suck..it."
Relenting, she took him into her mouth on her own, surrendering to the rhythm. Her head bobbed rapidly up and down, sucking with passionate intensity. Bharat closed his eyes, his legs twitching in waves of sexual bliss.
For five full minutes, the room filled with wet, obscene sounds—slurps echoing as his length glistened with her saliva.
"Ah, Miss, don't stop! Yes... ah!" he groaned.
His body shuddered violently. He gripped her neck tighter and thrust deep, burying himself in her throat as he erupted. Geetha, caught off guard without a moment to breathe, couldn't swallow or spit properly. The hot fluid shot straight down her throat, making her cough and sputter as she pulled away, semen dribbling onto his skin.
Bharat leaned back, laughing breathlessly as he released her. Geetha coughed and gasped for air, spitting the excess saliva onto the floor. Fury flashed in her eyes as she turned on him, striking his chest with her bound hands.
"Chi, chi... you dirty fellow! How could you be so forceful? Untie this knot, you rascal!"
"I'll untie it," Bharat teased, "but look down once."
Her gaze dropped to his thighs, where his member—still slick with semen—stood firm and unyielding.
"Lick that, and I'll untie you."
"Chi, no!"
"Then untie it yourself; your dress might tear."
She hit him again, but he caught her wrists, stilling her. Slowly, he pulled her into an embrace, hugging and kissing her softly.
"Lick it for me, Geetha, please..."
She softened under his touch, her resistance melting.
"Sir won't disturb us today, that's why I did it. I wanted this," he whispered.
"It feels so gross doing this. Talking crudely like a street-walker, doing all this... it’s not me."
"Just for these three days, Miss. Who knows if we’ll have another chance? Please, I want to see you licking me."
"Mm..."
She leaned back, pressing kisses to his chest, then trailed lower. Hesitantly, she kissed the tip, tasting the thick fluid coating it. Her tongue darted out, savoring the salty essence as she looked up at him. Bharat's face lit with delight.
"I know you like it too, Miss. All this 'teacher' stuff is just an act."
Geetha's cheeks flushed crimson with shyness.
"Mm."
"Will you suck it again? This time I'll make you drink it all."
She took him back into her mouth, sucking gently to clean the remnants.
"Mm... but gently. Don't be forceful like that. Now untie this."
He rose and loosened the dress from her wrists. As soon as the fabric fell away, Geetha slapped him sharply across the face, leaving a red mark on his left cheek.
"Ow... why did you hit me again?"
"For trying to dominate me, you brat! I'll kill you. Now lie down. That’s enough for tonight. No more beds or anything."
"Hey, that's cheating!"
"Go away... we both gave each other orals, so we're even. Good night."
She scooped up her dress from the floor, slipping it back on, and strode toward the door.
"Osey Geetha!" he shouted.
She hurled a pillow at his face.
"You forced me, and that too in front of them!"
Only then did Bharat remember the phone. He'd tossed it aside earlier, the video call still running. Picking it up, he saw the call had ended seven minutes ago. He glanced toward the door—Geetha was gone. Or so he thought.
Suddenly, warm arms wrapped around him from behind as she hugged him tightly, her body pressing against his back.
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To be continued……………
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