Ananya, her slender frame radiating boldness, smirked. "Hold on, Abir might not even know all our names. We've been watching you, but it's only fair we introduce ourselves, right?" She glanced at the others, who nodded in agreement.
The cropped-hair girl, her athletic build accentuated by a tight green kurti, spoke first. "I'm Riya," she said, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Remember that."
The doe-eyed one, her soft features framed by a flowing blue dupatta, purred, "Kavya. Don't forget me, Abir."
The freckled girl, her curly hair bouncing, grinned. "Sneha," she said, her tone bubbly but her eyes hungry. "You'll know me soon."
The long-braided one, her tall frame commanding, tossed her braid over her shoulder. "Nisha," she declared, her voice low and intense. "We're going to have fun."
Abir swallowed, his pulse hammering under their collective gaze. "And your demand?" he asked, his voice tight, nerves fraying.
Riya looked him up and down, her smirk wicked. "We'll tell you tomorrow," she said, her tone teasing but firm. "Meet us at the old college storehouse, this time in the afternoon. Don't be late." With that, the five girls turned and left, their laughter echoing down the hall, leaving Abir and Joita alone.
Abir turned to Joita, his voice low with nervousness. "What the hell do they want this time?"
Joita's smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I'm really excited for tomorrow afternoon," she said, her voice sultry, brushing a hand across his chest before sauntering out, leaving him with his racing thoughts.
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The next afternoon, Abir sat alone in the classroom, the ticking clock amplifying his tension. He checked his watch repeatedly, the memory of the five girls' demand and Shila's haunting gaze gnawing at him. The door swung open, and Professor Meera entered, her presence commanding. Her emerald saree hugged her curves, her bra-type blouse barely containing her full breasts, her dark hair cascading loosely. Her eyes narrowed as she studied him. "Abir, why do you look so tense?" she asked, her voice soft but probing.
Abir opened his mouth, fumbling for words, but the weight of Shila's witness silenced him. Meera stepped closer, her smile reassuring. "Don't worry about Shila madam. I've already taken care of that." Her tone was confident, her eyes glinting with a knowing edge.
Abir exhaled, a flicker of relief easing his chest, but his nerves lingered. Meera tilted her head, her voice softening further. "You're still so tense. I can't let my favorite student stay like this. Let me cheer you up." With a slow, deliberate motion, she let her saree slip from her shoulder, revealing her black blouse, strained to its limits. She unhooked it, and her big breasts bounced free, full and heavy, nipples hardening in the cool air, a sight that sent a jolt through Abir's core.
"They're yours, Abir," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction, stepping closer, her curves an invitation he couldn't resist.
Abir's control snapped. He lunged forward, his hands seizing her breasts, squeezing their fullness with bruising force, his mouth latching onto one, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the nipple before biting down, leaving red marks. Meera's moan was sharp, her body arching into him, her hands tangling in his hair as he devoured her, licking and sucking with ravenous hunger, his teeth grazing her sensitive peaks, alternating between them. He squeezed harder, rolling her nipples between his fingers, twisting until she gasped, her screams of pleasure echoing in the empty classroom. "Abir… yes!" she cried, her voice thick with ecstasy, her breasts heaving under his brutal attention, marked with bites and red handprints.
After a moment, Meera grabbed his head, her fingers tightening in his hair, her voice a husky command. "Somewhere else needs that tongue of yours." She pushed him down, guiding his head to her lower belly. Abir knelt on the floor, his breath hot against her skin as she raised her saree, draping it over him like a veil, enveloping him in darkness. Under the fabric, he found her pussy, wet and pulsing, and dove in, his tongue licking with fierce intensity, sucking her clit hard, his fingers plunging deep inside her. Meera's screams escalated, her hips bucking against his face, her hands gripping his head through the saree, holding him tight as he devoured her, his tongue swirling, his fingers thrusting in a relentless rhythm. Her body trembled, her moans turning to desperate cries, her thighs quivering as fluid gushed, her climax shattering through her, her voice breaking as she held him against her, soaking his face.
Abir emerged from under the saree, his breath ragged, only to freeze. Joita stood a few feet away, her eyes gleaming with arousal, her lips curled in a wicked smile, clearly having enjoyed the show. Meera, catching her breath, noticed Joita and adjusted her saree, her breasts still marked, her blouse discarded. She smirked, meeting Joita's gaze. "See you soon, Abir," she said, her voice sultry, giving Joita a playful wink. Joita winked back, a silent understanding passing between them. Meera left the classroom, her smile lingering, her hips swaying.
Joita approached Abir, her black kurta clinging to her curves, her voice low. "It's time. Let's go."
They ventured beyond the main campus to the old college storehouse, a crumbling, abandoned structure hidden in a forgotten corner. Vines clung to its faded brick walls, its boarded windows and rusted "Entry Prohibited" sign adding an air of forbidden danger. The air inside was thick with dust and mildew, the dim light casting eerie shadows over stacks of forgotten crates. The five female students—Riya, Kavya, Sneha, Nisha, and Ananya—waited, their silhouettes outlined by a shaft of sunlight piercing a broken window. They led Abir and Joita to a small room, where a tattered bedsheet lay spread on the dusty floor, surrounded by old shelves and broken chairs.
Abir's brow furrowed, his heart pounding. "What is this?" he asked, his voice echoing in the cramped space.
Riya stepped forward, her cropped hair glinting, her smirk dangerous. "We heard how you fucked Ananya at your house," she said, her voice commanding. "How you made her scream until she couldn't take it."
Kavya's doe eyes gleamed. "We can't be left behind, Abir. You're going to fuck all of us, one by one, right here."
Sneha grinned, her freckles dancing. "And you don't stop until the one you're with begs you to."
Nisha's braid swung as she nodded. "We want what Ananya got. What Joita gets. All of us."
Ananya crossed her arms, her smile wicked. "If you don't fulfill our demand, you know what we'll do," she said, her tone a playful threat, her eyes glinting with power.
Joita let out a low laugh, her eyes sparkling. "I love this idea," she said, her voice dripping with excitement, her gaze flicking between Abir and the girls. "Show them what you've got."
Abir stood frozen, his mind reeling, shock and arousal warring within him as the five girls and Joita watched, their eyes hungry, the dusty storehouse closing in around him.