19-10-2024, 01:02 AM
Update 13:
As they pulled apart, panting and smiling, Tarannum swung her legs off the bed and strode over to the closet, her sandals tapping out a seductive rhythm on the polished wooden floor. She pullled open a drawer that was as deep as it was wide, revealing an assortment of sex toys that gleamed in the soft light of the bedroom. The array was vast and varied, with dildos of all sizes and shapes, a veritable cornucopia of plastic and silicone phalluses. There were vibrators in every color of the rainbow, and a few that looked like they were from a different planet entirely.
While Tarannum rummaged through the drawer, Iqra's eyes fell upon the half-smoked joint in the ashtray. She picked it up with a grin and took a long, slow drag. She held the smoke in her lungs for a moment, savoring the sweet, acrid taste, before letting it out in a plume that curled around her face like a lover's caress. Her eyes glazed over as the high hit her, and she handed the joint to Nazia, who took it eagerly. The room grew hazier, the air thick with the smell of marijuana and sex. Nazia took a hit and passed the joint back to Iqra.
Tanzeer's hips rocked faster on Ajay's cock, her eyes never leaving the drawer of toys. "Tarannum," she moaned, her voice thick with lust, "will you or Iqra do me a favor?" Her eyes glittered with excitement as she looked over her shoulder at the other two women. "I want to feel so full, so stretched... I need you to fuck me in the ass too with one of those strap-ons."
Iqra's eyes lit up with an eagerness that was almost feral. She sat up, the joint dangling from her lips, and again handed it to Nazia without taking her eyes off Tarannum. "I'll do it," she said, her voice low and seductive. This was not the first time these horny women had indulged in their depraved games. They had often played together, using strap-ons to pleasure each other in every hole they could imagine. It was a secret they had kept from the prying eyes of their conservative community, a secret that fueled their desire for the forbidden.
With surprising grace, Iqra slithered off the bed, her sandals hitting the floor with a soft thud. She sauntered over to the closet where Tarannum was still standing, her eyes glazed with a combination of the 'meow-meow' and the marijuana. The drawer was open, revealing an array of toys that would make even the most jaded sex-shop owner blush. Iqra's gaze fell upon a thick, beige strap-on, the length and girth of which could only be described as intimidating. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she plucked it from the drawer and held it up, waving it in the air like a victory flag.
Tanzeer's eyes widened with anticipation as she watched Iqra strap the monstrous dildo around her waist. The leather harness fit snugly around Iqra's curvy figure, the bulging dildo pointing straight ahead like a weapon of sexual domination. She strutted back to the bed, her hips swaying in a way that made the dildo bob with every step she took. The clack of her sandals on the floor grew louder as she approached, the sound echoing through the room like a war drum.
Tarannum, her own mischief clearly visible, pulled out an 18-inch long double-ended dildo from the drawer. The toy was a monstrous sight, gleaming with the promise of depravity. She held it up like a trophy, her smile wicked and knowing. Without a word, she made her way back to the bed, the length of the dildo trailing behind her like a serpent.
Iqra, her eyes never leaving the toy, positioned herself behind Tanzeer, her sandals clacking against the bed frame as she climbed into place. Tarannum, with a predatory grace, climbed the bed from the other side, her body a testament to the years of experience and the thrill of the illicit. She grabbed Nazia's chin and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss, the smoke from the joint that Nazia had just exhaled swirling into her mouth, mingling with their saliva. The kiss was raw and hungry, a silent declaration of their shared appetites.
Tanzeer, unable to resist the tantalizing promise of the last hit of the 'meow-meow' laced joint, plucked it from Nazia's fingers with a greedy hand and brought it to her lips, her breath hitching as she inhaled the acrid smoke. Tarannum, ever the puppet master, reached out and wrapped her arms around Nazia, gently pulling her off Ajay's face. The young boy gasped for air, his cheeks red and smeared with Nazia’s juices. The two women kissed with a passion that seemed to burn brighter than the embers of the almost spent joint, their tongues entwining in a dance that spoke of a long history of shared lust and debauchery.
Their bodies pressed together, Tarannum's firm breasts crushing against Nazia's softer mounds as they lay down side by side, their legs entangling in a sensual tango. The sound of their kisses filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to crescendo with every twirl of their tongues. Ajay watched, his body still pulsing from the relentless assault on his senses, his cock still buried inside Tanzeer's tight pussy. She continued to ride him, her eyes hooded and her breath coming in ragged gasps as she watched her friends make love.
Meanwhile, Iqra had not been idle. She had taken the joint from Tanzeer's hand and took the last two drags, savoring the heady rush of the drugs. She leaned over, her breasts swaying with the motion, and whispered something in Tarannum's ear that made the her eyes light up with a sinister glee. With a wicked smirk, Iqra turned her attention to the strap-on, her fingers sliding over the length of it, coating it in a slick sheen of her saliva.
With the dildo glistening and ready, Iqra adjusted herself between Ajay's legs, placing her sandal-clad feet firmly on the bed for balance. She gently nudged Tanzeer to lean slightly forward, her action revealing the enticing target of Tanzeer's well-used ass. The room was charged with the scent of sex and the potent aroma of marijuana, adding a haze to the depraved scene unfolding. Tanzeer complied, her eyes fluttering with anticipation as she continued to ride Ajay's cock with the same fervor she had since the beginning of their twisted rendezvous.
Iqra's eyes gleamed with excitement as she lined up the thick head of the strap-on with Tanzeer's well-used puckered ass hole. Ajay felt the added pressure as Tanzeer leaned forward, her sandal straps digging into his thighs as she presented herself to Iqra. With a seductive smirk, Iqra began to push, the sound of Tanzeer's moan filling the room as the dildo slowly disappeared inside her. Each inch that sank in was met with a crescendo of pleasure, her cries growing louder and more guttural with every thrust. “Oh yallaah… Iqra madarchod kuttiya saali” Tanzeer gasped, her voice hoarse with passion, using a string of profane words that Ajay did not expect to hear from the lips of his teacher, although during the last few weeks he had heard similar profane and dirty words from another teacher, Tarannum.
The rhythm grew steadier, Iqra's hips pistoning as she worked the strap-on in and out of Tanzeer's ass with a practiced ease. Tanzeer's eyes rolled back in her head, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she put her hands on Ajay’s shoulders for balance. Each thrust from Iqra was met with a corresponding buck from Tanzeer, her body moving in a synchronized dance of depravity as she impaled herself on both the dildo and Ajay's cock. The cacophony of moans and cries grew louder, their bodies moving in a symphony of pleasure that was both terrifying and exhilarating to watch.
Meanwhile, Nazia and Tarannum had repositioned themselves. They lay on their sides, legs scissored together, with the double-ended dildo buried deep within both of them. The dildo, thick and gleaming with their combined juices, slid in and out of each of them as they humped against it, their eyes locked in a silent communication of lust. The sound of their sandals slapping against the bed, the smack of skin on skin, and the wet sounds of their pussies being filled over and over again created a symphony of depravity that seemed to fill the room.
Nazia, her eyes glazed with the high, reached out and grabbed Ajay's hand, placing it on her breast. "Squeeze it bhonsadi-ke saale" she whispered, her voice low and needy. Ajay's hand trembled as he obeyed, his thumb rubbing over her erect nipple. The pleasure that shot through her was palpable, her body arching off the bed with each pass of his hand. The room was a whirlwind of sensation: the smell of sex, the acrid tang of marijuana, the sound of flesh meeting flesh, and the never-ending crescendo of their cries.
Tanzeer's nails dug into Ajay's shoulders as Iqra's strap-on filled her ass completely, her pussy contracting around Ajay's cock. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she reached the peak of her pleasure. "Don't stop," she begged, her voice raw with need. Ajay felt himself nearing his own climax, his body betraying his mind's reluctance. The power dynamics were clear: he was their plaything, their vessel for pleasure.
The cacophony of the women's cries grew more intense, each one urging the others on. Nazia's hand reached over and grabbed the base of the dildo, her grip firm as she pushed it deeper into Tarannum's wetness. Tarannum's eyes rolled back, and she let out a guttural scream that seemed to shake the very walls of the room. Her hips bucked wildly, her sandals slamming into the bed in time with the rhythm of their depraved dance.
Then, as if on cue, Tanzeer's orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing as Ajay felt her pussy tighten around his cock. She threw her head back, her hair a wild mane around her face, and let out a scream that was pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Iqra's thrusts grew more frenzied, her breathing ragged as she pushed Tanzeer to new heights of pleasure. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air, punctuated by the clack of Iqra's sandals against the bedframe behind her.
Nazia's eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit down on her lower lip to muffle her own cry as she came, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her hand tightened around the base of the dildo, her knuckles white as she pushed it in and out of Tarannum, her own orgasm approaching like a freight train. The bed creaked and groaned under the weight of their passion, the springs straining against the mattress.
Tanzeer's pussy spasmed around Ajay's cock as she reached her peak, her body shuddering with the force of her climax. Ajay felt the pressure building in his balls, his body responding to the illicit pleasure that was being forced upon him. He couldn't help but let out a low moan as he felt his own orgasm approaching, his cock pulsing with the need to release.
As if the universe was conspiring to push him over the edge, Nazia's hand tightened around the middle of the dildo, buried deep within her and Tarannum, the sudden grip sending a bolt of pleasure through them both. The room was a cacophony of their ecstasy, each woman's orgasm feeding into the others'. Tarannum's back arched as she felt the dual sensation of the toy inside her and Nazia's hand squeezing her flesh. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she let out a scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. The sound of their climax was a symphony of pleasure, each woman's voice adding a different note to the crescendo.
Tanzeer's grip on Ajay's shoulders tightened, her nails digging into his skin as she felt her own orgasm building. Her body trembled with anticipation, and then, with a final, desperate thrust from Iqra, she exploded. Her pussy clenched around Ajay's cock, her ass tightening around the strap-on in a vice-like grip. The sensation was too much for the young boy, and with a final moan that was part pleasure, part pain, he came inside her.
The warmth of his cum filled Tanzeer's pussy, the feeling of his release triggering a new wave of pleasure that rippled through her. She collapsed onto Ajay's chest, her body boneless and spent.
Tanzeer's orgasm had barely subsided when Iqra, the only one not to have reached climax yet, pulled out the strap-on. It was smeared with Tanzeer’s shit from the brutal pounding she had given her. Tanzeer slithered off Ajay’s cock with a satisfied groan, her body collapsing onto the bed like a ragdoll. She rolled over to the side, her sandals leaving imprints on the sheets, and reached for the whiskey bottle on the nightstand. She took a long swig, the amber liquid caressing her throat as she watched the others with hooded eyes. Ajay, still lying there, felt his cock twitch, the aftershocks of his forced orgasm still coursing through him.
Iqra's eyes were wild with lust, her breath coming in short, panting gasps as she stared at the dirty toy with a mix of fascination and hunger. Ajay's stomach roiled with disgust as he realized what she might do next. His mind reeled back to the several times Tarannum had forced him to perform anal sex with her, the revolting smear of her shit and his cum on his cock, and the way she had always eagerly cleaned him with her mouth afterward. The sight of the strap-on, coated with Tanzeer's excrement, brought bile to his throat.
Ajay’s eyes were fixated on the Iqra’s strap-on and the double ended dildo still in use by Nazia and Tarannum. He had never seen anything like it before, the very concept was alien to his young, inexperienced mind. The sight of the fake penises, so large and daunting, filled him with a mix of horror and fascination. He didn’t even know such things existed, let alone what these were called. They were like monstrous extensions of the women’s depravity, tools of their twisted pleasure that seemed to have taken on a life of their own.
As Tanzeer lay spent beside him, Iqra's eyes remained transfixed on the strap-on. She leaned in, her tongue snaking out to lick the shit covered shaft with a hunger that sent a shiver down Ajay's spine and he closed his eyes with disgust. The other women watched, a mix of same hunger and lust playing across their faces. “Hey Iqra haramzadi saali…” Nazia’s voice was filled with mock protest, “Don’t be a greedy bitch, share it with us too!” Tanzeer, still catching her breath, chimed in with a laugh, “Yeah, it’s from my ass, I should get a taste too!”
But Iqra just smirked, her eyes never leaving the glistening toy. “No way,” she purred, her voice thick with lust, “Saali chutmarani chhinalo.n! I did all the work here. I’m the one who gave Tanzeer the ride of her life. It’s only fair I get to savor the taste of victory too!” Her tongue swiped upwards, lapping up the shit, with a deliberate slowness that had the other three groaning with envy. They watched, their eyes dark with desire, as she cleaned the strap-on with long, lingering licks, her saliva mixing with the remnants of Tanzeer's body.
“Oh you haramkhor shit-eater, you're such a greedy bitch!” Tarannum exclaimed with a mix of playfulness and envy, her eyes never leaving the strap-on as Iqra continued her lewd display. Iqra simply chuckled, her tongue swirling around the tip of the toy before taking it into her mouth fully. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her eyes never leaving the other women's faces as she enjoyed her victory.
Iqra gracefully unbuckled the strap-on harness from her legs, her movements as fluid as a serpent's. The dildo, still glistening with Tanzeer's ass juices, was a testament to the depraved act that had just taken place. The room, now a tangled web of limbs and desire, grew silent as the three other women watched Iqra with rapt attention. The anticipation was almost palpable, their eyes gleaming with a mix of hunger and envy. But they did not protest further as they knew there would be plenty of opportunities to indulge in their own twisted pleasures throughout the unraveling afternoon.
Iqra took the dildo and brought it closer to her face, her nostrils flaring as she took in the scent of Tanzeer's ass. She licked her lips, savoring the moment before her tongue swiped over the shit-covered shaft, her eyes closing in ecstasy as she moaned at the taste. The flavor sent a shiver down her spine, her pussy growing wetter by the second.
When she was satisfied, she set the strap-on aside, her gaze moving to Ajay's limp cock, glistening with Tanzeer's cum. She licked her lips, the hunger in her eyes unmistakable. Ajay felt his stomach clench as he realized what she intended to do next.
But before she could act, Tarannum spoke up, her voice a mix of mischief and something that might have been genuine concern. "Hold on, Iqra," she said, placing a hand on her friend's arm. "Let the boy rest for a bit. We've got all afternoon, and I'm sure everyone here wants a taste of his sweet little cock." The other two women, still in the throes of their afterglow, laughed and catcalled, teasing Tarannum for being so "protective" of her new plaything. “Uh oh Tarannum Begum, are you getting possessive over the little chhokra?” Tanzeer chuckled, her eyes sparkling with the kind of mischief that could only come from someone who had just experienced a mind-blowing orgasm.
As they pulled apart, panting and smiling, Tarannum swung her legs off the bed and strode over to the closet, her sandals tapping out a seductive rhythm on the polished wooden floor. She pullled open a drawer that was as deep as it was wide, revealing an assortment of sex toys that gleamed in the soft light of the bedroom. The array was vast and varied, with dildos of all sizes and shapes, a veritable cornucopia of plastic and silicone phalluses. There were vibrators in every color of the rainbow, and a few that looked like they were from a different planet entirely.
While Tarannum rummaged through the drawer, Iqra's eyes fell upon the half-smoked joint in the ashtray. She picked it up with a grin and took a long, slow drag. She held the smoke in her lungs for a moment, savoring the sweet, acrid taste, before letting it out in a plume that curled around her face like a lover's caress. Her eyes glazed over as the high hit her, and she handed the joint to Nazia, who took it eagerly. The room grew hazier, the air thick with the smell of marijuana and sex. Nazia took a hit and passed the joint back to Iqra.
Tanzeer's hips rocked faster on Ajay's cock, her eyes never leaving the drawer of toys. "Tarannum," she moaned, her voice thick with lust, "will you or Iqra do me a favor?" Her eyes glittered with excitement as she looked over her shoulder at the other two women. "I want to feel so full, so stretched... I need you to fuck me in the ass too with one of those strap-ons."
Iqra's eyes lit up with an eagerness that was almost feral. She sat up, the joint dangling from her lips, and again handed it to Nazia without taking her eyes off Tarannum. "I'll do it," she said, her voice low and seductive. This was not the first time these horny women had indulged in their depraved games. They had often played together, using strap-ons to pleasure each other in every hole they could imagine. It was a secret they had kept from the prying eyes of their conservative community, a secret that fueled their desire for the forbidden.
With surprising grace, Iqra slithered off the bed, her sandals hitting the floor with a soft thud. She sauntered over to the closet where Tarannum was still standing, her eyes glazed with a combination of the 'meow-meow' and the marijuana. The drawer was open, revealing an array of toys that would make even the most jaded sex-shop owner blush. Iqra's gaze fell upon a thick, beige strap-on, the length and girth of which could only be described as intimidating. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she plucked it from the drawer and held it up, waving it in the air like a victory flag.
Tanzeer's eyes widened with anticipation as she watched Iqra strap the monstrous dildo around her waist. The leather harness fit snugly around Iqra's curvy figure, the bulging dildo pointing straight ahead like a weapon of sexual domination. She strutted back to the bed, her hips swaying in a way that made the dildo bob with every step she took. The clack of her sandals on the floor grew louder as she approached, the sound echoing through the room like a war drum.
Tarannum, her own mischief clearly visible, pulled out an 18-inch long double-ended dildo from the drawer. The toy was a monstrous sight, gleaming with the promise of depravity. She held it up like a trophy, her smile wicked and knowing. Without a word, she made her way back to the bed, the length of the dildo trailing behind her like a serpent.
Iqra, her eyes never leaving the toy, positioned herself behind Tanzeer, her sandals clacking against the bed frame as she climbed into place. Tarannum, with a predatory grace, climbed the bed from the other side, her body a testament to the years of experience and the thrill of the illicit. She grabbed Nazia's chin and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss, the smoke from the joint that Nazia had just exhaled swirling into her mouth, mingling with their saliva. The kiss was raw and hungry, a silent declaration of their shared appetites.
Tanzeer, unable to resist the tantalizing promise of the last hit of the 'meow-meow' laced joint, plucked it from Nazia's fingers with a greedy hand and brought it to her lips, her breath hitching as she inhaled the acrid smoke. Tarannum, ever the puppet master, reached out and wrapped her arms around Nazia, gently pulling her off Ajay's face. The young boy gasped for air, his cheeks red and smeared with Nazia’s juices. The two women kissed with a passion that seemed to burn brighter than the embers of the almost spent joint, their tongues entwining in a dance that spoke of a long history of shared lust and debauchery.
Their bodies pressed together, Tarannum's firm breasts crushing against Nazia's softer mounds as they lay down side by side, their legs entangling in a sensual tango. The sound of their kisses filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to crescendo with every twirl of their tongues. Ajay watched, his body still pulsing from the relentless assault on his senses, his cock still buried inside Tanzeer's tight pussy. She continued to ride him, her eyes hooded and her breath coming in ragged gasps as she watched her friends make love.
Meanwhile, Iqra had not been idle. She had taken the joint from Tanzeer's hand and took the last two drags, savoring the heady rush of the drugs. She leaned over, her breasts swaying with the motion, and whispered something in Tarannum's ear that made the her eyes light up with a sinister glee. With a wicked smirk, Iqra turned her attention to the strap-on, her fingers sliding over the length of it, coating it in a slick sheen of her saliva.
With the dildo glistening and ready, Iqra adjusted herself between Ajay's legs, placing her sandal-clad feet firmly on the bed for balance. She gently nudged Tanzeer to lean slightly forward, her action revealing the enticing target of Tanzeer's well-used ass. The room was charged with the scent of sex and the potent aroma of marijuana, adding a haze to the depraved scene unfolding. Tanzeer complied, her eyes fluttering with anticipation as she continued to ride Ajay's cock with the same fervor she had since the beginning of their twisted rendezvous.
Iqra's eyes gleamed with excitement as she lined up the thick head of the strap-on with Tanzeer's well-used puckered ass hole. Ajay felt the added pressure as Tanzeer leaned forward, her sandal straps digging into his thighs as she presented herself to Iqra. With a seductive smirk, Iqra began to push, the sound of Tanzeer's moan filling the room as the dildo slowly disappeared inside her. Each inch that sank in was met with a crescendo of pleasure, her cries growing louder and more guttural with every thrust. “Oh yallaah… Iqra madarchod kuttiya saali” Tanzeer gasped, her voice hoarse with passion, using a string of profane words that Ajay did not expect to hear from the lips of his teacher, although during the last few weeks he had heard similar profane and dirty words from another teacher, Tarannum.
The rhythm grew steadier, Iqra's hips pistoning as she worked the strap-on in and out of Tanzeer's ass with a practiced ease. Tanzeer's eyes rolled back in her head, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she put her hands on Ajay’s shoulders for balance. Each thrust from Iqra was met with a corresponding buck from Tanzeer, her body moving in a synchronized dance of depravity as she impaled herself on both the dildo and Ajay's cock. The cacophony of moans and cries grew louder, their bodies moving in a symphony of pleasure that was both terrifying and exhilarating to watch.
Meanwhile, Nazia and Tarannum had repositioned themselves. They lay on their sides, legs scissored together, with the double-ended dildo buried deep within both of them. The dildo, thick and gleaming with their combined juices, slid in and out of each of them as they humped against it, their eyes locked in a silent communication of lust. The sound of their sandals slapping against the bed, the smack of skin on skin, and the wet sounds of their pussies being filled over and over again created a symphony of depravity that seemed to fill the room.
Nazia, her eyes glazed with the high, reached out and grabbed Ajay's hand, placing it on her breast. "Squeeze it bhonsadi-ke saale" she whispered, her voice low and needy. Ajay's hand trembled as he obeyed, his thumb rubbing over her erect nipple. The pleasure that shot through her was palpable, her body arching off the bed with each pass of his hand. The room was a whirlwind of sensation: the smell of sex, the acrid tang of marijuana, the sound of flesh meeting flesh, and the never-ending crescendo of their cries.
Tanzeer's nails dug into Ajay's shoulders as Iqra's strap-on filled her ass completely, her pussy contracting around Ajay's cock. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she reached the peak of her pleasure. "Don't stop," she begged, her voice raw with need. Ajay felt himself nearing his own climax, his body betraying his mind's reluctance. The power dynamics were clear: he was their plaything, their vessel for pleasure.
The cacophony of the women's cries grew more intense, each one urging the others on. Nazia's hand reached over and grabbed the base of the dildo, her grip firm as she pushed it deeper into Tarannum's wetness. Tarannum's eyes rolled back, and she let out a guttural scream that seemed to shake the very walls of the room. Her hips bucked wildly, her sandals slamming into the bed in time with the rhythm of their depraved dance.
Then, as if on cue, Tanzeer's orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing as Ajay felt her pussy tighten around his cock. She threw her head back, her hair a wild mane around her face, and let out a scream that was pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Iqra's thrusts grew more frenzied, her breathing ragged as she pushed Tanzeer to new heights of pleasure. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air, punctuated by the clack of Iqra's sandals against the bedframe behind her.
Nazia's eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit down on her lower lip to muffle her own cry as she came, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her hand tightened around the base of the dildo, her knuckles white as she pushed it in and out of Tarannum, her own orgasm approaching like a freight train. The bed creaked and groaned under the weight of their passion, the springs straining against the mattress.
Tanzeer's pussy spasmed around Ajay's cock as she reached her peak, her body shuddering with the force of her climax. Ajay felt the pressure building in his balls, his body responding to the illicit pleasure that was being forced upon him. He couldn't help but let out a low moan as he felt his own orgasm approaching, his cock pulsing with the need to release.
As if the universe was conspiring to push him over the edge, Nazia's hand tightened around the middle of the dildo, buried deep within her and Tarannum, the sudden grip sending a bolt of pleasure through them both. The room was a cacophony of their ecstasy, each woman's orgasm feeding into the others'. Tarannum's back arched as she felt the dual sensation of the toy inside her and Nazia's hand squeezing her flesh. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she let out a scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. The sound of their climax was a symphony of pleasure, each woman's voice adding a different note to the crescendo.
Tanzeer's grip on Ajay's shoulders tightened, her nails digging into his skin as she felt her own orgasm building. Her body trembled with anticipation, and then, with a final, desperate thrust from Iqra, she exploded. Her pussy clenched around Ajay's cock, her ass tightening around the strap-on in a vice-like grip. The sensation was too much for the young boy, and with a final moan that was part pleasure, part pain, he came inside her.
The warmth of his cum filled Tanzeer's pussy, the feeling of his release triggering a new wave of pleasure that rippled through her. She collapsed onto Ajay's chest, her body boneless and spent.
Tanzeer's orgasm had barely subsided when Iqra, the only one not to have reached climax yet, pulled out the strap-on. It was smeared with Tanzeer’s shit from the brutal pounding she had given her. Tanzeer slithered off Ajay’s cock with a satisfied groan, her body collapsing onto the bed like a ragdoll. She rolled over to the side, her sandals leaving imprints on the sheets, and reached for the whiskey bottle on the nightstand. She took a long swig, the amber liquid caressing her throat as she watched the others with hooded eyes. Ajay, still lying there, felt his cock twitch, the aftershocks of his forced orgasm still coursing through him.
Iqra's eyes were wild with lust, her breath coming in short, panting gasps as she stared at the dirty toy with a mix of fascination and hunger. Ajay's stomach roiled with disgust as he realized what she might do next. His mind reeled back to the several times Tarannum had forced him to perform anal sex with her, the revolting smear of her shit and his cum on his cock, and the way she had always eagerly cleaned him with her mouth afterward. The sight of the strap-on, coated with Tanzeer's excrement, brought bile to his throat.
Ajay’s eyes were fixated on the Iqra’s strap-on and the double ended dildo still in use by Nazia and Tarannum. He had never seen anything like it before, the very concept was alien to his young, inexperienced mind. The sight of the fake penises, so large and daunting, filled him with a mix of horror and fascination. He didn’t even know such things existed, let alone what these were called. They were like monstrous extensions of the women’s depravity, tools of their twisted pleasure that seemed to have taken on a life of their own.
As Tanzeer lay spent beside him, Iqra's eyes remained transfixed on the strap-on. She leaned in, her tongue snaking out to lick the shit covered shaft with a hunger that sent a shiver down Ajay's spine and he closed his eyes with disgust. The other women watched, a mix of same hunger and lust playing across their faces. “Hey Iqra haramzadi saali…” Nazia’s voice was filled with mock protest, “Don’t be a greedy bitch, share it with us too!” Tanzeer, still catching her breath, chimed in with a laugh, “Yeah, it’s from my ass, I should get a taste too!”
But Iqra just smirked, her eyes never leaving the glistening toy. “No way,” she purred, her voice thick with lust, “Saali chutmarani chhinalo.n! I did all the work here. I’m the one who gave Tanzeer the ride of her life. It’s only fair I get to savor the taste of victory too!” Her tongue swiped upwards, lapping up the shit, with a deliberate slowness that had the other three groaning with envy. They watched, their eyes dark with desire, as she cleaned the strap-on with long, lingering licks, her saliva mixing with the remnants of Tanzeer's body.
“Oh you haramkhor shit-eater, you're such a greedy bitch!” Tarannum exclaimed with a mix of playfulness and envy, her eyes never leaving the strap-on as Iqra continued her lewd display. Iqra simply chuckled, her tongue swirling around the tip of the toy before taking it into her mouth fully. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her eyes never leaving the other women's faces as she enjoyed her victory.
Iqra gracefully unbuckled the strap-on harness from her legs, her movements as fluid as a serpent's. The dildo, still glistening with Tanzeer's ass juices, was a testament to the depraved act that had just taken place. The room, now a tangled web of limbs and desire, grew silent as the three other women watched Iqra with rapt attention. The anticipation was almost palpable, their eyes gleaming with a mix of hunger and envy. But they did not protest further as they knew there would be plenty of opportunities to indulge in their own twisted pleasures throughout the unraveling afternoon.
Iqra took the dildo and brought it closer to her face, her nostrils flaring as she took in the scent of Tanzeer's ass. She licked her lips, savoring the moment before her tongue swiped over the shit-covered shaft, her eyes closing in ecstasy as she moaned at the taste. The flavor sent a shiver down her spine, her pussy growing wetter by the second.
When she was satisfied, she set the strap-on aside, her gaze moving to Ajay's limp cock, glistening with Tanzeer's cum. She licked her lips, the hunger in her eyes unmistakable. Ajay felt his stomach clench as he realized what she intended to do next.
But before she could act, Tarannum spoke up, her voice a mix of mischief and something that might have been genuine concern. "Hold on, Iqra," she said, placing a hand on her friend's arm. "Let the boy rest for a bit. We've got all afternoon, and I'm sure everyone here wants a taste of his sweet little cock." The other two women, still in the throes of their afterglow, laughed and catcalled, teasing Tarannum for being so "protective" of her new plaything. “Uh oh Tarannum Begum, are you getting possessive over the little chhokra?” Tanzeer chuckled, her eyes sparkling with the kind of mischief that could only come from someone who had just experienced a mind-blowing orgasm.
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