My Raped pussy 4: hmm

Over the following weeks, the tense, shame-filled dynamic between Bijayini and Soumya gradually transformed into a secret, addictive friends-with-benefits arrangement. They still acted normal in front of classmates and teachers — chatting about studies, joking lightly, sharing notes — but behind closed doors or in hidden corners, the sexual tension would flare up. Bijayini remained shy and sometimes hesitant, but her body had started craving the intense pleasure mixed with the thrill of secrecy. Soumya was careful not to push too hard, and she no longer resisted as strongly.

They kept it discreet: quick, risky encounters during school breaks, after tuition, or when the corridors were empty.

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**One such encounter – Near the Washroom Corner**

It was a regular school day during the lunch break. Most students were in the cafeteria or playground. Bijayini was walking back from the girls’ washroom when Soumya suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a narrow, shadowed corner just beside the staircase leading to the washroom area — a spot hidden by a pillar and rarely used.

“Soumya… what are you doing? Someone might see!” she whispered urgently, adjusting her glasses. Her blue-and-white school uniform hugged her curvy figure, the tunic stretched over her heavy D-cup breasts.

He pressed her back against the wall, kissing her plump lips hungrily while his hands roamed. “Just a quick one… I’ve been hard thinking about you all morning. No one’s here.”

Before she could protest much, he turned her around facing the wall, lifted the back of her tunic, and tugged her pants and panties down just enough — bunched around her mid-thighs. Her plump, smooth ass and pussy were exposed. Bijayini bit her lip, breathing fast, a mix of nervousness and growing arousal.

Soumya freed his thick 10-inch cock, already rock-hard. He rubbed the fat head along her slit, finding her surprisingly wet. “You’re soaked already…” he murmured.

He pushed forward, entering her from behind in a standing position. Bijayini gasped sharply, gripping the wall as her tight pussy stretched around his girth. “Ahh… slow… it’s still so big…” she whimpered.

He sank in deeper, inch by inch, until most of his length was buried inside her. Holding her hips, he started thrusting — slow and deep at first, grinding against her ass. The angle made her feel every thick vein and the way his cock pressed against her sensitive front wall. Her heavy breasts pressed against the wall through her uniform as she leaned forward.

Soon he quickened the pace, fucking her harder. Wet, rhythmic *slap-slap-slap* sounds echoed softly in the narrow corner as his hips smacked against her ass. Bijayini moaned quietly, one hand covering her mouth to muffle the sounds, her glasses slipping down her nose. Her body rocked with each thrust, pleasure building faster than she expected.

“Fuck… your pussy feels so good,” Soumya groaned, reaching around to squeeze one of her big tits through the tunic. He pounded her faster, deeper, the risky public setting making everything more intense.

“I’m close…” he warned, breathing heavily against her ear.

Bijayini’s mind raced — she knew it wasn’t completely safe, but the heat of the moment overwhelmed her. “Just… do it inside… quickly,” she whispered breathlessly, pushing her ass back against him.

With a deep grunt, Soumya buried himself as far as possible and came hard. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded deep into her pussy — pulse after pulse filling her womb. Bijayini shuddered, feeling the warmth spreading inside her, a small involuntary orgasm rippling through her as her walls clenched around his throbbing cock.

He stayed buried inside her for a few moments, both of them panting. Then he slowly pulled out. A thick trickle of his cum immediately leaked from her swollen pussy, running down her thigh. Bijayini quickly pulled her panties and pants back up, wincing slightly at the mess, and adjusted her uniform.

They both straightened up, faces flushed. Soumya gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “You’re amazing,” he whispered.

Bijayini adjusted her glasses, avoiding his eyes but with a small, shy smile. “You’re crazy… let’s go before anyone comes.”

They slipped back into the corridor separately, rejoining the normal school day as if nothing had happened — though she could feel his cum slowly leaking into her panties for the rest of the afternoon.

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These secret quickies became a regular, thrilling part of their hidden relationship — sometimes in empty classrooms, behind the tuition building, or even during late-night study sessions at one of their houses when parents were away. Bijayini grew more comfortable and openly enjoyed the pleasure, though she always reminded him to be careful.

One evening, Bijayini invited Soumya over to her house for a combined study session. Her parents were out for a family function and wouldn’t return until late. She was dressed comfortably at home — a fitted green polo shirt with navy collar and cuffs that hugged her heavy D-cup breasts tightly, the fabric stretching across her chest and accentuating her deep cleavage. She paired it with simple black pants. Her long dark hair was tied in a ponytail, and she wore her thin-rimmed glasses, giving her that cute, studious-yet-sexy look.

They sat on her bed with books and notes spread out. For the first thirty minutes, they actually studied — discussing formulas and sharing notes. But the tension was inevitable. Soumya kept stealing glances at how her big tits strained against the green shirt.

Eventually, he closed his book and moved closer. “Bijayini… I can’t focus. You look too good in this shirt.”

She blushed, adjusting her glasses. “We’re supposed to study…”

Instead of answering, Soumya gently pushed her back onto the bed, kissing her plump lips before trailing down her neck. He lifted the green polo shirt up to her collarbone, exposing her full, soft breasts. He kissed and sucked on them briefly, but his real target was lower.

He slid down between her legs, pulling her black pants and panties off completely, leaving her in just the green polo shirt bunched up above her breasts. Bijayini’s breathing quickened as she lay there, legs slightly parted, watching him through her glasses.

Soumya spread her smooth thighs wider, exposing her pretty pussy. Her outer lips were already puffy and glistening with arousal. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss right on her clit, making her shiver.

He started slow and teasing — gentle kisses along her slit, then long, flat licks from the bottom of her entrance all the way up to her clit. Bijayini let out a soft moan, her hand instinctively going to his hair.

Encouraged, Soumya became more passionate. He used his tongue to part her wet folds, licking deep between them, tasting her sweet juices. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue in slow, deliberate motions, then sucked the swollen little bud into his mouth, flicking it rapidly. Bijayini’s hips bucked, her thick thighs trembling around his head.

“Mmm… Soumya… that feels so good…” she whispered, voice breathy.

He licked faster, more hungrily — long, broad strokes mixed with focused sucking on her clit. He dipped his tongue inside her tight hole, fucking her with it, then returned to her clit. Saliva and her juices coated his chin. He brought two fingers up, sliding them inside her while his mouth stayed glued to her clit, sucking and licking in rhythm. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as he curled them to rub her G-spot.

Bijayini was moaning louder now, one hand gripping the bedsheet, the other in his hair, pulling him closer. Her heavy breasts rose and fell rapidly under the green shirt, nipples hard and visible through the fabric. Her mature lips were parted, glasses slightly fogged as pleasure built.

He devoured her pussy with intense focus — licking, sucking, slurping noisily, completely lost in her taste and the way her thighs squeezed his head. He added a third finger, stretching her while his tongue worked her clit mercilessly.

“Ahh—! I’m close… don’t stop!” she cried out.

Bijayini came hard on his tongue, her pussy spasming, fresh wetness flooding his mouth. She arched her back, moaning loudly, thighs clamping around his head as waves of orgasm washed over her.

Soumya kept licking gently through her aftershocks, savoring every drop, until she relaxed, panting.

He climbed up, his thick 10-inch cock rock hard. Without much pause, he positioned himself between her legs and pushed inside her in one smooth thrust. Bijayini gasped at the familiar stretch, her sensitive pussy still pulsing from the orgasm.

He started fucking her steadily, deep and rhythmic, her green polo shirt still bunched up, breasts bouncing with each thrust. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy filled the room. He leaned down to kiss her, letting her taste herself on his lips, while pounding her harder.

They fucked passionately on her bed — missionary at first, then he flipped her onto her back again, lifting her legs over his shoulders for deeper penetration. Bijayini moaned freely, her glasses askew, completely lost in the pleasure of their secret arrangement.

It was a cloudy afternoon after school hours. Most students had already left. Bijayini and Soumya stayed back under the excuse of “extra study time.” They slipped behind the old school building — a secluded spot hidden by overgrown bushes and a half-broken wall, rarely visited except by the watchman during his rounds.

Bijayini was still in her full school uniform: the blue-and-white tunic with the prominent white front panel that stretched tightly over her heavy D-cup breasts, brown belt around her waist, white pants, and black school shoes. Her hair was neatly braided, glasses perched on her nose, giving her that innocent, studious look that always drove Soumya crazy.

They started kissing passionately against the wall. Soumya’s hands roamed over her uniform, squeezing her big tits through the tunic while his tongue explored her mature, plump lips. Bijayini moaned softly into his mouth, her arms around his neck, pressing her curvy body against him. The risk of being caught made everything hotter.

“I want you right now,” Soumya whispered huskily, grinding his hard bulge against her.

Without wasting time, he turned her around to face the wall. Bijayini braced her hands on the rough surface, breathing fast. He lifted the back of her tunic slightly and tugged her white pants and panties down just enough — only a few inches below her plump ass, bunching them around her upper thighs. Her smooth, round ass and wet pussy were exposed while the rest of her uniform stayed completely on.

Soumya freed his thick 10-inch cock and rubbed the fat head along her already dripping slit. “You’re so wet for me…” he groaned.

He pushed inside her in one smooth, deep thrust. Bijayini gasped loudly, biting her lip to muffle the sound. “Ahh… Soumya… it’s so deep like this…” Even after weeks of secret encounters, his size still stretched her tight walls perfectly.

He started fucking her with passionate, rhythmic strokes — slow and deep at first, grinding against her ass so she could feel every inch buried inside her. His hands reached around, one slipping under her tunic to squeeze her heavy breasts, pinching her nipples through her bra, while the other held her hip. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass mixed with their heavy breathing.

Bijayini pushed back against him, moaning softly with every thrust. “Mmm… yes… harder…” She was fully into it now, enjoying their friends-with-benefits arrangement. Her glasses fogged slightly as pleasure built. Soumya leaned over her back, kissing her neck, one hand mauling her tits while pounding her faster. Her braided hair swayed with each powerful thrust. The uniform made it even more erotic — she looked like the perfect innocent schoolgirl getting fucked from behind.

He fucked her with increasing passion — deep, steady strokes turning into faster, harder pounding. Wet, obscene sounds of her juices coating his thick cock filled the air. Bijayini’s plump ass rippled with every impact, her pussy clenching around him as she got closer to the edge.

Just as Soumya was thrusting faster, gripping her breasts tightly and groaning about how good her pussy felt, a stern voice suddenly cut through their moans.

“What are you doing?!”

They both froze mid-thrust. A 30-year-old watchman stood a few feet away, staring at them with wide eyes — Bijayini bent over against the wall in her school uniform, pants pulled down just enough, Soumya buried deep inside her from behind.

The watchman’s gaze moved from Bijayini’s flushed face and glasses, down to her exposed ass and the clear sight of Soumya’s thick cock stretching her pussy.

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