The morning sun blazed over the college entrance, casting long shadows as Professor Meera blocked Abir and Joita's path, her authoritative aura tinged with an unmistakable edge. Her eyes narrowed as she surveyed them, her voice dripping with mock surprise. "Well, well, look at this! You two strolling into college arm in arm!" she exclaimed, her tone laced with a teasing lilt.
Abir shifted uncomfortably, his voice faltering. "Yes, ma'am, we… we met on the road, and…" he trailed off, his mind scrambling for a plausible excuse.
Meera glided closer to Joita, her gaze locking onto the younger woman with a knowing smirk. "Joita, darling, I'm well aware you were his first conquest," she purred, her voice low and conspiratorial. "But let's get one thing straight—I claim the coveted spot as his second. I won't steal your throne, but you'd better carve out my fair share of the action." Her words hung in the air, a challenge wrapped in velvet.
Joita's lips curled into a wicked smirk as she pointed a playful finger at Meera's ample bosom. "Oh, I'd never let you snatch second place if it weren't for those juicy watermelons up front and those delectable cakes swaying behind you," she quipped, her eyes glinting with mischief.
Meera's smirk widened, a sultry laugh escaping her. "He's got a notorious weakness for the big and bold, doesn't he?" she teased, arching an eyebrow.
Joita's evil grin deepened as she leaned in, her voice a husky whisper. "Oh, he certainly does—especially with that monstrous beast he's packing under those pants," she shot back, her tone dripping with delight.
Their laughter rang out, a shared secret binding them in the morning light, the tension between them electric.
Meera leaned closer to Joita, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush. "Just don't drain all his manpower, alright? Save a little stamina for me, hmm?"
Joita chuckled, her eyes twinkling. "Drain this relentless bastard? Honey, he's the one who leaves me utterly spent," she retorted with a sly grin.
Meera burst into laughter, her voice rich with understanding. "I feel you! I couldn't walk straight for days after my turn with him," she confessed, shaking her head in amused disbelief.
Straightening up, Meera turned to Abir, her tone shifting to a commanding purr. "Abir, swing by my office this afternoon. I've got a… special assignment for you." She winked at him, a seductive glint in her eye, then sauntered off, her hips swaying with deliberate allure. Abir's gaze lingered on her voluptuous backside, his mind momentarily clouded with desire.
In the afternoon, Abir sat in the classroom, the hum of students fading as Nisha, Riya, Kavya, Sneha, and Ananya approached, their eyes alight with curiosity. Kavya leaned in with a sly grin. "We spotted you and Joita rolling into college together. Did you have a wild night, huh?"
Nisha, ever bold, chimed in with a teasing lilt. "Got any juice left in the tank for me, Abir?"
Abir flashed a cocky smirk. "Come and find out," he challenged, his voice low and inviting.
Nisha didn't hesitate. She closed the distance, her lips crashing into his in a savage kiss, their tongues clashing with feral hunger, teeth grazing as they devoured each other. The kiss broke with a wet smack, and Nisha tore off her dress in a frantic motion, revealing her lithe figure and perky breasts. Abir lunged, his hands clamping onto her tits with brutal force, squeezing until her skin reddened, his teeth sinking into her nipples, drawing a sharp, pained gasp—"Ahh, Abir!"—from her lips as he ravaged her chest.
After a heated moment, Nisha's trembling hand gripped his throbbing dick, shoving it into her soaked pussy with a guttural moan—"Ohhh, fuck!"—her body convulsing as he stretched her. Abir seized her shoulders, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave welts, and began fucking her with ruthless brutality, his cock hammering into her cunt with bone-shattering force.
Abir bent her over a desk, his dick smashing into her pussy with such violent power that the desk groaned and shifted, her screams—"Ahh, Abir, tear me!"—ripping through the room as her tits bounced wildly, her first breaking point hitting with a wrenching spasm, her nails clawing the wood bloody.
He hoisted her onto a chair, thrusting upward with earth-crushing force, his cock pulverizing her cunt, her cries—"Ohh, fuck, destroy me!"—her second breaking point a fractured, blood-curdling wail, her breasts jolting painfully, the chair legs splintering under the assault.
Abir threw her to the floor, mounting her with a thunderous, spine-jarring thrust, his dick ravaging her pussy, her moans turning to screams—"Mmm, kill me with it!"—her third breaking point a hoarse, shattered cry, her body thrashing, his hands crushing her hips to the point of bruising.
He pinned her against the wall, his cock ramming into her with relentless, bone-breaking fury, her screams—"Ahhh, no more!"—her fourth breaking point a desperate, choking plea, her tits mashed flat against the surface, his fingers leaving deep red marks as he gripped her throat.
Abir didn't stop, his rage-fueled thrusts unrelenting, fucking her again and again, her screams escalating into a chaotic, guttural roar of agony and ecstasy. The classroom air grew thick with the stench of sweat and the sound of their savage coupling, her body a canvas of raw, red welts and trembling exhaustion.
Later in the afternoon, Abir made his way to Meera's office, his mind still buzzing from the earlier encounter. He knocked on the door, his knuckles rapping softly. Meera's voice called out, "Yes. Come in." Her tone was smooth, inviting.
Abir entered the office room, closing the door behind him, and spoke with a hint of confusion. "You told me to come, ma'am."