The heavy rain cascaded down in relentless sheets, turning the pond behind the school into a swirling cauldron of water and desire, the trees surrounding it forming a natural barrier that muffled the sounds of their passion. Abir held Joita close, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her naked body pressed against his in the chest-deep water, her full breasts heaving with each breath as he thrust upward with a passionate intensity that made her moan loudly, "Ahh, Abir!" Her inner walls clenched around his manhood, the warmth contrasting the cool rain pouring over them. Rishita, her curvy figure now bare save for the rain-slicked skin, was pulled into the kiss by Abir's free hand, his lips claiming hers with a hunger that left her gasping. Joita's evil smile widened as she watched, her voice a sultry whisper amid her own moans, "Let's see if you can take us both, Abir?" The challenge ignited something primal in him, his thrusts into Joita deepening, each one a forceful plunge that made her scream—"Ohh, yes!"—her eyes fluttering as the rain mingled with her sweat, her long black hair sticking to her shoulders like dark silk.
Abir broke the kiss with Rishita, his hand sliding down to squeeze her soft, perky breasts, his fingers digging in with a gentle yet possessive force, rolling her nipples between them until she moaned, "Mmm, Abir…" The water lapped at their bodies, the rain a constant drumbeat that heightened the sensory overload. Joita, still impaled on him, reached out to pull Rishita closer, her hand cupping the younger girl's butt, squeezing the firm flesh with a teasing grip. "Come on, Rishita, don't be shy," Joita purred, her voice breaking with another moan as Abir thrust harder, the deep stroke sending a jolt through her, her big breasts bouncing against his chest. Abir's left hand moved to Joita's breast, squeezing it roughly, his thumb circling the hardened nipple as he kissed her neck, biting softly, her scream—"Ahhh, Abir!"—echoing through the trees.
The trio moved in a passionate tangle, the rain making their skin slippery and heightening every touch. Abir lifted Joita slightly, allowing Rishita to press against her back, her hands roaming to squeeze Joita's butt, the firm curves yielding under her fingers. Joita's moans grew louder, her body arching as Abir's thrusts maintained their rhythm, each deep plunge a sensual invasion that made her inner walls flutter. "Kiss her, Abir," Joita commanded breathlessly, and he obliged, pulling Rishita into a deep kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with tender ferocity, tasting the rain on her lips as she moaned into him, "Ohh, Abir…" His right hand slid to Rishita's breast, squeezing the soft mound, his fingers pinching her nipple until she gasped, her body pressing closer, her thighs rubbing against Joita's.
The water churned around them as the intensity built, Joita's hips grinding down to meet Abir's upward thrusts, her moans a passionate symphony—"Mmm, deeper, Abir!"—her eyes rolling back briefly as a wave of pleasure hit her. Rishita, emboldened, leaned in to kiss Joita's neck, her hand squeezing Joita's breast, the fullness spilling between her fingers, drawing a soft cry from Joita. Abir's thrusts grew more insistent, each one a deep, rhythmic claim, his manhood filling Joita completely, her screams rising as the rain poured over their heated bodies.
Abir lifted Joita higher in the water, her legs wrapped around his waist, thrusting with deep, passionate strokes that made her moan loudly—"Ahh, Abir, yes!"—her eyes rolling back as her first breaking point hit, her body shuddering in the rain, her juices mixing with the pond water. Rishita pressed against Joita's back, her hands squeezing Joita's big breasts, her fingers pinching the nipples with a rough twist, drawing another scream from Joita, her moans a mix of pleasure and intensity.
They sank lower into the chest-deep water, Abir pulling Rishita in front, her back to his chest as he entered her from behind, his thrusts slow and grinding, each deep plunge a sensual invasion that made her moan—"Ohh, Abir, deeper!"—her eyes rolling back as her first breaking point crashed through her, her body quaking. Joita knelt before Rishita, her hands squeezing Rishita's perky breasts, her lips sucking one nipple with passionate force, biting softly as Rishita screamed, her moans echoing with Joita's.
Abir bound Joita's wrists with a wet vine from the pond's edge, pinning her against a submerged rock, thrusting with brutal depth, each fast stroke a punishing claim that made her scream—"Ahhh, Abir, don't stop!"—her eyes rolling back as her second breaking point hit, her body arching, her big breasts bouncing with the water's splash. Rishita watched, her hand slipping between her thighs, but Joita pulled her close, squeezing Rishita's butt with a firm grip, her fingers digging in as Rishita moaned, the rain amplifying every touch.
Abir lifted Rishita into a floating position, her legs spread wide as he thrust with passionate intensity, each deep stroke a sensual collision that made her moan loudly—"Mmm, Abir, yes!"—her eyes rolling back as her second breaking point erupted, her juices flooding the water. Joita pressed behind Abir, her hands squeezing his ass, urging him deeper, her lips kissing his neck as she moaned in harmony, her big breasts pressing against his back.
They moved to shallower water, Joita on her hands and knees, Abir entering from behind with fast, wave-rocking thrusts, each one a brutal plunge that made her scream—"Ohh, Joita, take it!"—her eyes rolling back as her third breaking point hit, her body shuddering. Rishita knelt before Joita, kissing her passionately, her hands squeezing Joita's breasts, the rain pouring over their entangled forms.
Submerging slightly, Abir pulled Rishita under the surface briefly, thrusting with grinding depth, her moans bubbling up as her third breaking point hit, her eyes rolling back in the water. Joita joined, her hands squeezing Rishita's butt, her lips sucking Rishita's breasts as Abir continued, the trio's passion a whirlwind in the storm.
Against a tree dipping into the pond, Abir took Joita from behind, her hands bracing the trunk, thrusting with savage speed, her screams—"Ahhh, Abir!"—her fourth breaking point a piercing cry. Rishita pressed against Joita's front, kissing her deeply, squeezing her breasts as Joita moaned into her mouth, the rain cascading over them.
The trio continued, their bodies moving in a rhythm dictated by the rain's relentless beat. Abir's hands roamed freely, squeezing Joita's full breasts with each thrust, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as she moaned—"Mmm, Abir, harder!"—her eyes rolling back with her fifth breaking point, her body trembling uncontrollably. Rishita, now fully engaged, kissed Abir's chest, her hands squeezing his butt, urging him deeper into Joita, her own moans rising—"Ohh, yes!"—as Abir reached back to squeeze her perky breasts, his thumb circling her nipple until she screamed, her fourth breaking point hitting with a shudder.
Abir sat on a submerged rock, pulling Joita onto his lap facing him, thrusting upward with passionate force, her big breasts bouncing with each slam, her screams—"Ahhh, Abir, don't stop!"—her sixth breaking point a desperate wail. Rishita straddled his thighs from behind, her hands squeezing Joita's butt as Abir entered her too, alternating thrusts, her moans—"Mmm, Abir!"—her fifth breaking point a soft cry, her eyes rolling back as the rain poured over them.
They sank deeper, Abir holding both women close, thrusting into Joita with deep strokes while his fingers worked Rishita's core, her screams—"Ohh, Abir, yes!"—her sixth breaking point a trembling moan, her juices mixing with the water. Joita kissed Rishita passionately, her hands squeezing Rishita's breasts, their bodies locked in a sensual embrace as Abir's rage-fueled thrusts continued.
The rain intensified, the pond a chaotic swirl of water and passion. Abir's hands moved constantly, squeezing Joita's breasts with bruising force, her nipples hard under his fingers, her seventh breaking point a hoarse scream—"Ahhh, Abir!"—her body arching as he thrust deeper. Rishita's butt felt the firm grip of his other hand, her moans rising—"Mmm, more!"—her seventh breaking point a shuddering cry, her eyes lost in ecstasy. Joita leaned in, kissing Abir with fierce hunger, her tongue battling his as he squeezed her butt, the rain washing over their entangled forms.
Abir lifted both women, Joita facing him, Rishita behind, thrusting with savage passion, each deep stroke a claim that made Joita scream—"Ohh, Abir, take me!"—her eighth breaking point a piercing wail, her eyes rolling back. Rishita moaned loudly—"Ahhh, yes!"—her eighth breaking point hitting as Abir's fingers squeezed her breasts, the trio collapsing into the water, their bodies spent, the rain a gentle lullaby over their exhausted gasps.
The trio lay in the shallow water, the rain washing away the sweat and tension, their laughter mingling with heavy breaths. Joita's evil smile returned, her voice a whisper, "You took us both, Abir. Impressive." Rishita nestled closer, her shyness replaced by a contented smile, her hand resting on Abir's chest.
The next day afternoon, Abir sat alone in the classroom, the golden sunlight streaming through the large windows, casting long shadows across the wooden desks cluttered with books and a chalkboard faintly marked with equations. The quiet hum of the afternoon settled over him, his mind still replaying the wild encounter at the pond. The door creaked open, and five female students—Riya, Kavya, Sneha, Nisha, and Ananya—entered, their presence a sudden jolt to the stillness. Riya, with her confident stride and tight red kurta, stepped forward, her eyes locking with Abir's. "Abir, we have a new demand."