In the afternoon of Tuesday, Abir is sitting in the classroom as usual. The door creaked open, and Riya entered first, her confident stride commanding attention in a tight red kurta that hugged her lithe, curvy frame, the fabric accentuating her full breasts and the sway of her hips. Kavya followed in her blue kurta, Sneha in her green saree, Nisha in her black top, and Ananya in her yellow kurta, their eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and desire. They approached Abir, forming a semicircle around him, their presence a palpable force. Riya stepped forward, her lips curling into a sultry smile.
"Today's my turn, Abir," she said, her voice low and commanding. "But not here. I want you to fuck me in the school's rooftop garden." The secluded rooftop, with its overgrown plants and hidden nooks, offered a daring new stage for their encounter, the open sky adding a thrilling edge.
Abir rose, his pulse quickening as he nodded. "Lead the way." The group followed, Riya in front, the others trailing like a silent entourage. As they climbed the stairs, Abir glanced back. "Why are you all coming again?"
Kavya, her tone teasing, replied, "We wouldn't miss watching you perform, Abir. It's part of the deal." The idea of their eyes on him fueled his arousal, the stakes rising with each step.
They reached the rooftop garden, a wild expanse of tangled vines, blooming flowers, and weathered benches, the morning breeze carrying the scent of wet earth and petals. The sky above was a clear blue, the sun warming the air, a stark contrast to the rain-soaked pond. Riya led Abir to a secluded corner behind a trellis covered in ivy, the natural screen offering partial privacy. She turned to face him, her hands already tugging at her kurta, peeling it off to reveal a lacy black bra that barely contained her full breasts, the nipples faintly visible through the sheer fabric. Her jeans followed, sliding down to expose matching black panties, her curvy hips swaying enticingly.
Abir shed his shirt and pants, his underwear straining against his hardening manhood, the audience settling on a bench nearby, their gazes fixed and unyielding. Riya stepped close, her hands roaming his chest, squeezing his muscles with eager fingers as she kissed him deeply, her tongue plunging into his mouth with a fierce passion that made him groan. Abir responded, his hands sliding to her breasts, squeezing them firmly through the bra, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he rolled her nipples, drawing a moan—"Mmm, Abir…"—from her lips. He unhooked the bra, letting it fall, her breasts bouncing free, and he squeezed them again, harder, his thumbs circling the hardened peaks until she gasped, "Ohh, yes!"
Their kisses deepened, a hungry dance of lips and tongues, as Abir's hands moved to her butt, squeezing the firm curves through her panties, pulling her closer until she felt his erection pressing against her. Riya moaned into his mouth, her hands sliding down to tug his underwear off, freeing his throbbing manhood. She stroked him briefly, her fingers teasing the length, before guiding him toward her, her panties sliding down with a swift motion.
Abir lifted Riya onto the edge of the trellis, her legs spreading wide as he entered her with a deep, passionate thrust, her scream—"Ahh, Abir!"—echoing across the rooftop. His hands squeezed her breasts, the soft mounds jiggling with each forceful stroke, her moans rising—"Ohh, harder!"—her eyes rolling back as her first breaking point hit, her inner walls clenching around him, her juices coating his length. The audience watched, their breaths audible, adding to the thrill.
He pulled her to the vines, pressing her against the tangled greenery, thrusting with a slow, grinding rhythm, each deep plunge a sensual invasion that made her moan loudly—"Mmm, Abir, yes!"—her eyes fluttering as her second breaking point crashed through, her breasts bouncing against the vines, her hands clawing at the leaves. Abir's hands squeezed her butt, lifting her slightly to deepen the angle, her screams—"Ahhh, don't stop!"—carrying on the breeze.
They moved to a weathered bench, Riya straddling him as he sat, her hips rocking with passionate force, each downward thrust drawing a moan—"Ohh, Abir!"—her eyes rolling back as her third breaking point hit, her breasts bouncing wildly, his hands squeezing them with bruising intensity. The audience leaned closer, their gasps mingling with Riya's cries.
Abir laid her on the soft earth, entering from above with savage depth, each fast stroke a punishing claim that made her scream—"Ahhh, yes!"—her eyes rolling back as her fourth breaking point erupted, her body arching, her breasts heaving with each thrust. His hands roamed, squeezing her butt, pulling her hips up to meet his relentless rhythm, petals sticking to her sweat-slicked skin.
He lifted her against the vine-covered trellis, her legs wrapped around him, thrusting with passionate intensity, each deep stroke a sensual collision that made her moan loudly—"Mmm, Abir, deeper!"—her eyes rolling back as her fifth breaking point hit, her breasts pressed against his chest, his hands squeezing her butt with firm grips.
Behind a cluster of flowers, Abir bound her wrists with a vine, thrusting from behind with grinding force, each plunge a brutal claim that made her scream—"Ohh, Abir, take me!"—her eyes rolling back as her sixth breaking point shuddered through her, her breasts bouncing, his hands squeezing them roughly.
The encounter stretched on, the rooftop garden a stage for their passion, the audience's watchful eyes fueling the fire. Abir's thrusts grew more intense, his hands squeezing Riya's breasts with each deep plunge, her nipples hard under his fingers, her seventh breaking point a hoarse scream—"Ahhh, Abir!"—her body trembling. He moved to her butt, squeezing the firm flesh, pulling her back to meet his thrusts, her moans rising—"Mmm, more!"—her eighth breaking point a desperate wail, her eyes lost in ecstasy.
Abir's climax roared through him, a guttural groan as he pulled out, his body spent. Riya collapsed onto the flower bed, her breath ragged, her body a map of sweat and red marks, petals clinging to her skin. The audience clapped softly, their expressions a mix of awe and anticipation. Kavya stepped forward, her voice low. "Well done, Abir. Tomorrow's my turn."
As they gathered their clothes, a shadow moved at the edge of the rooftop. Professor Shila emerged from behind a shed, her eyes wide with shock, her hand trembling as she clutched a clipboard. The group froze, the air thick with the sudden tension of discovery.