The classroom buzzed with the low hum of post-lecture chatter, sunlight streaming through tall windows, casting lazy patterns across the desks. Abir sat near the back, his muscular frame relaxed in a fitted t-shirt and jeans, his mind drifting to the weekend's marathon with Joita, Meera, and Monika—his Darling, Honey, and Babe. His large, thick cock twitched at the memory of their sweat-slicked bodies, the echo of their screams still ringing in his ears. The door swung open, snapping him out of his reverie, and in strode Monika, her presence like a spark igniting dry tinder.
Monika's athletic body was a study in power and curves, her short-cropped hair framing her sharp features, giving her a tomboyish edge that only amplified her allure. Her white tank top clung to her big breasts, the fabric stretched tight, outlining her hard nipples, while her black athletic shorts hugged her big butt, each step showcasing the firm, rounded flesh that jiggled slightly with her confident stride. Her toned legs flexed, muscles rippling under smooth skin, a testament to her athletic prowess, yet her curves—those big breasts and that big butt—promised a softness that drove Abir wild. Her skin glowed with a light sheen, as if she'd just come from a workout, her eyes locking onto his with a familiar hunger.
"Love," Monika said, her voice low and teasing as she approached his desk, ignoring the curious glances of lingering classmates. "I need your help with something."
Abir leaned back, his lips curving into a smirk, his eyes raking over her curvy, athletic form. "What is it, Babe?" he asked, his tone laced with anticipation.
Monika leaned closer, her big breasts brushing the edge of his desk, her scent—a mix of sweat and citrus—filling his senses. "Come with me quickly," she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It'll be easier to understand if you see it."
Abir's pulse quickened, sensing the game. "Okay, Babe. Let's go," he said, standing, his tall frame towering over her as he followed her out, the classroom fading behind them.
Monika led him beyond the main campus, her big butt swaying with purpose, until they reached 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. She pushed open the creaky door, leading him through dusty corridors littered with old crates, to a small, secluded room dominated by a heavy wooden closet. The air was musty, thick with the ghosts of their past, and Monika stopped beside the closet, turning to face him, her big breasts heaving slightly.
"Remember this place, Love?" she asked, her voice sultry, her hand resting on the closet's edge.
Abir's grin was wicked, memories flooding back. "Yeah, Babe. This is where I first fucked you," he said, his cock hardening at the thought of that day—Monika lay sprawled on the floor, her athletic body pinned beneath Abir's, his aroused manhood sandwiched in the soft, warm crevice between her thighs. "But why are we here now?" Abir asked.
Monika stepped closer, her athletic body radiating heat, her hand pressing against his chest, feeling his heartbeat through his t-shirt. Her fingers slid downward, tracing the bulge in his jeans, her touch bold and teasing. She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "Because your Babe wants to be fucked here now."
Abir's arousal surged, a growl escaping his throat as he grabbed her, crushing his lips against hers in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her hunger, while his hands roamed her curvy body, squeezing her big breasts through the tank top, thumbs flicking her nipples until she moaned—"Love! Fuck!"—her voice raw with need. He yanked her top off, exposing her big breasts, bouncing free, and tore her shorts down, revealing her big butt, firm yet plush under his rough grip.
He pushed her against the closet, the wood creaking under their weight, and spun her around, bending her over so her hands braced against it, her big butt arched high. "Spread for me, Babe," he commanded, unzipping his jeans to free his large, thick cock, already throbbing. Without warning, he slammed into her pussy from behind, his brutal thrust stretching her tight core, making her scream—"Abir! Oh fuck, you're huge!"—her big butt rippling with each savage stroke.
Abir gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her firm flesh, and pounded relentlessly, each thrust deeper, harder, the closet rattling with the force. Monika's moans were loud, desperate—"Love! Pound my pussy!"—her big breasts swinging pendulously, her athletic legs trembling as she pushed back against him. He slapped her big butt, the crack echoing in the dusty room, leaving red marks as she cried out—"Yes! Spank me, Love!"
He pulled her upright, still inside her, and turned her to face the closet's mirrored door, forcing her to watch herself. "Look at you, Babe," he growled, his hand wrapping lightly around her throat, his other squeezing her big breast as he thrust brutally from behind. Monika's eyes locked on her reflection—her big breasts bouncing, her big butt shaking, her face contorted in ecstasy. "Fuck, Love! I'm coming!" she screamed, her pussy clenching around his cock as she climaxed, her juices dripping down her thighs.
Abir wasn't done. He flipped her onto an old table nearby, dust scattering as he spread her legs wide, thrusting into her missionary-style. Her big breasts jiggled with each brutal stroke, her moans escalating—"Abir! Don't stop!"—her nails raking his back. He leaned down, sucking her nipples, biting gently, drawing out more screams as he pounded her into the table, the wood groaning under their weight.
They switched to reverse cowgirl, Monika straddling him on the floor, her big butt bouncing as she rode his thick cock, her athletic body glistening with sweat. "Fuck me, Love!" she moaned, her hands on his thighs for leverage, her big breasts swaying. Abir slapped her ass, thrusting up to meet her, his brutal pace unrelenting, her screams filling the storehouse—"Yes! I'm coming again!"
He bent her over again, this time standing, her hands gripping the closet as he fucked her doggy-style, his hand pulling her short hair, arching her back. "Take it all, Babe," he grunted, his cock slamming deep, her big butt jiggling with each thrust. Monika's moans turned to desperate pleas—"Love! You're breaking me!"—her body shuddering through another orgasm, her pussy squirting around him.
For nearly an hour, they cycled through positions—Monika on her knees, sucking his cock, her lips stretched around his thickness; Abir lifting her against the wall, her legs around his waist, pounding her as her big breasts smashed against his chest; her riding him on the floor, her big butt grinding as he spanked her. Each climax left her trembling, but Abir's stamina held, his brutal thrusts pushing her to exhaustion.
Finally, he pinned her to the table one last time, missionary, her legs over his shoulders, his cock driving deep as she screamed—"Love! Fill me!"—her big breasts bouncing, her big butt lifting to meet him. Abir roared, his release exploding inside her, filling her as she shuddered through a final, bone-shaking climax. Monika collapsed, her athletic body spent, her big breasts heaving, her big butt marked with red handprints, her breaths ragged.
Abir stood, wiping sweat from his brow, his cock glistening. "Fuck, Babe," he panted, grinning. "You're incredible."
Monika managed a weak smile, her voice hoarse. "You're a beast, Love."
They dressed in silence, the storehouse still echoing with their passion, and slipped back to campus, the memory of the closet burning between them.
The next afternoon, Abir sat in his classroom, the hum of student chatter a dull backdrop to his thoughts of Monika's body, the storehouse's dust still clinging to his memory. His t-shirt stretched over his muscular frame, his mind replaying her screams, when the door opened, and Professor Meera entered, her presence commanding every eye in the room.
Meera's curvy body was a vision of sensuality, her see-through pink saree clinging to her voluptuous form, the black bra beneath accentuating her big breasts, their full curves straining against the fabric. The saree draped over her rounded hips, hinting at her big butt, each step a slow, deliberate sway that made her curves dance. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and her almond-shaped eyes locked onto Abir with a mix of authority and desire, her lips curving into a subtle, knowing smile.
She approached his desk, her big breasts brushing the edge as she leaned down, her voice low and intimate. "Love," she said, the pet name a secret shared in plain sight, "come to my office. I need to discuss a serious matter with you."
Abir's pulse spiked, his eyes tracing her curvy silhouette, the memory of her big breasts and big butt in his hands igniting his arousal. "Sure, Honey," he replied, his tone smooth but charged, standing to follow her, the classroom's gazes fading behind them.