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Both wanton women lay opposite each other on the sofa, their heads resting on the armrests, creating a perfect line of symmetry in their debauchery. Their legs were intertwined in a scissor embrace, one leg of each stretched out straight along the sofa's length, while the other bent at the knee, the sandal-clad foot resting on the floor. This position was a silent declaration of their intent to become one, to merge their desires into a single, unstoppable force of carnality.
Their pussies met with a wet slap, the sound echoing through the room like a declaration of war. They began to grind against each other, the friction setting off sparks of pleasure that shot through their bodies. Tarannum's hand reached down to squeeze Tanzeer's thigh, her nails digging into the soft flesh as she encouraged her to go faster, harder. Tanzeer's breath grew ragged, her teeth gritted with the effort of holding back the scream that was building in her chest.
Their hips moved in a primal rhythm, their pussies mashed together in a frenzied dance that seemed to have a life of its own. Each stroke brought them closer to the edge, their bodies trembling with the effort of holding on. As they used their feet on the floor for leverage, the sound of their sandals clacking against the cold marble echoed through the room, a staccato beat that matched the pounding of their puffy cunts aganist each other.
"Uuunh... uuunh... uuunh... yessss... fuck... fuck me, fuck me..." grunted Tarannum, her hips bucking wildly as Tanzeer's pussy ground into hers. “Uuunh... yaallaah, kuttiya saali, your pussy's so wet.“ Tanzeer groaned back, her eyes rolling with the high of the whiskey and weed. "Uuunh... uuunh... yaallaah... oh, oh, oh... madarchodi…. don’t stop…” Her moans grew louder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the tension built between their entwined legs.
Their mouths were a blur of obscenities, each curse and slur adding fuel to the fire of their passion. They were lost in a haze of lust, their inhibitions burned away by the potent mix of whiskey and marijuana. The room was a whirlwind of color and sound, their panting breaths and the wet smack of skin on skin filling the air.
“uuunnh... fuck me... fuck me... uuunh... yaallaah... oh... yaallaah... harder... madarchodi... oh... oh... yeah... yeah,” Tanzeer's moans grew more urgent as she felt the orgasm building deep within her. Her hand clamped down on Tarannum’s thigh, her nails digging into the soft flesh as if she was trying to hold onto something that was slipping away.
In the peak of excitement, Tarannum’s leg that was resting straight along the length of the sofa lifted up slightly, and her sandalled foot found its way to Tanzeer’s face. The chocolate brown sandal's used sole was pressed against her friend’s full lips, and without missing a beat, Tanzeer leaned into it, parting her mouth to lick the sandal's dirty sole. The gritty taste of leather and the remnants of the day’s grime only seemed to spike her arousal higher.
“Aaannh... oh... oh... bhenchodi... oh... oh... kutti... saali.. oh... oh... your sandal taste so fucking good... uunh... uunh... oh... oh... " Tanzeer’s voice was muffled by the heel of the sandal that filled her mouth. Her teeth clutched onto the heel in a desperate bid to hold on as she felt the orgasm crash over her like a wave of heat. Her eyes rolled back, and she moaned around the leather, her throat vibrating with the intensity of her pleasure.
With a guttural scream, Tanzeer’s hips jerked, her pussy spasming against Tarannum's. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she threw her head back, the sandal popping out of her mouth as she let out a string of curses that would make a truck driver blush. "Aaannh... oh... oh... fuck... yallaah... I'm... I'm... cummin… !" she yelled, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. Her body convulsed, and her hand flew to her clit, rubbing it frantically as she chased the peak of her climax.
And then it happened. With a gush that seemed to go on forever, Tanzeer came. Her juices sprayed out, drenching Tarannum’s crotch and thighs, the warm, sticky liquid a testament to her pleasure. The sight and feel of it sent Tarannum over the edge as well. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a high-pitched keening sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. "Oh, fuck... oh, fuck... oh, my... fucking... yaaaallllaaaah… oh, saali... kuttiya... AHHH... UUUNNNGHHH... I'm... I'm... oh, oh, shit... oh, shit... CUMMINGGGG..." Tarannum's obscenities were a delicious crescendo that matched the rhythm of her own hips grinding against Tanzeer's.
Her body convulsed as if she had indeed touched a live wire, the electricity of her orgasm shooting through her veins, setting every nerve ending on fire. With a feral growl, Tarannum’s legs shot upwards, her cunt spraying juices like a geyser. The warm liquid spurted out, soaking both their crotches, mingling with the mess they had created together. Her toes curled in ecstasy, the heels of her sandals digging into the sofa cushions as her body bucked uncontrollably.
The room was a symphony of wet, gasping sounds, a cacophony of pleasure that seemed to resonate in the very air. They lay there, panting and trembling, their legs still entwined, their pussies still pulsing with the aftershocks of their shared climax. The smell of sex and marijuana hung heavy in the room, a heady scent that seemed to intoxicate them even further.
As they lay there, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, Tarannum and Tanzeer's chests heaved in unison, their hearts racing like the engines of a sports car. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the acrid tang of the marijuana that had fueled their desires.
At this time, as Tarannum and Tanzeer lay entwined in the sticky embrace of their shared climax, Ajay's thoughts were a world away from the depraved scene unfolding in Tarannum's living room. He pedaled his bicycle through the opulent neighborhoods of Indore, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the pristine streets. His heart was a dull throb of resignation rather than the pounding terror it once had been. These visits two or three times a week had become a grim routine for him, a ritual that Tarannum had insisted upon to satisfy her insatiable hunger. Ajay felt like a mere vessel for her pleasure, a tool to be used and discarded when she was sated. He had accepted his fate, trading his innocence for the promise of academic success and protection from her twisted blackmail.
Back at the house, the two teachers were in the throes of their post-coital bliss, their bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of their shared orgasm. They were a picture of depravity, lounging naked on the sofa wearing just their high-heeled sandals. Tarannum reached for the whiskey bottle on the coffee table, her hand shaking slightly from the exertion, and poured two generous shots into the crystal glasses. Tanzeer took one with a grin, her eyes glinting with a hunger that hadn’t yet been sated.
After a couple of sips of the amber liquid, Tanzeer’s eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief. She nudged Tarannum, her voice low and sultry, "Bhenchudi, it’s time for the asli maal now." Tarannum’s smile grew wicked, her hand sliding down the side of the sofa, fingering the couch cushion. With a knowing smirk, she reached into her black handbag that lay next to the sofa on the floor, pulling out a small, unassuming packet. The anticipation in the room was palpable as she held it up between two fingers, the sunlight glinting off the plastic.
Inside the packet was a fine, white powder—cocaine, the "asli maal" that Tanzeer had been eagerly waiting for. Her eyes widened in excitement as Tarannum placed it on the glass-top coffee table, her pupils dilating at the sight of the pure, uncut crystals. This wasn't their first foray into hard drugs, but every time they indulged, it was as if they were discovering a new universe of sensations. With the precision of a chef preparing a gourmet dish, Tarannum arranged the cocaine into four neat little lines and handed Tanzeer a rolled-up five-hundred-rupee note.
Tanzeer took the rolled-up note with a greedy smile, her eyes never leaving the gleaming white lines. She leaned in, her nostrils flaring, and took a deep snort of the first line. The sharp tang of the drug hit her instantly, sending a jolt of euphoria straight to her brain. Similarly, she inhaled second line with the same enthusiasm in the other nostril, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. She passed the note to Tarannum, who took her turn with an air of practiced elegance, snorting the remaining two lines with a finesse that spoke of a woman who knew her vices well.
Tarannum’s slender fingers cradled the chillum with a practiced ease, her thumb caressing the smooth stone as she brought the flame of the lighter to the packed bowl. The acrid scent of the marijuana filled the room as it sizzled and crackled, sending a thick plume of smoke spiraling upwards. She took a deep drag, holding it in her lungs before exhaling it out in a slow, deliberate stream that curled around her head like a serpent of pure pleasure. Her eyes grew heavy-lidded, and she passed the smoking chillum to Tanzeer, who eagerly took it in her own hand.
Both Tarannum and Tanzeer leaned back into the plush cushions of the sofa and the chillum was passed back and forth between them while they took sips of the whiskey. The smoke from the chillum danced in the air, thick and pungent, wrapping around them like a seductive embrace. Their eyes grew red and their laughter grew louder with each drag they took, their voices slurring as they shared dirty shayaries and raunchy jokes that would make a seasoned whore blush.
Ajay's heart sank a little as he approached Tarannum's opulent residence, the red polo shirt sticking to his sweaty back and the khaki shorts feeling tighter around his thighs with each step. Spotting Tanzeer's familiar Hyundai Verna parked haphazardly outside, he knew the evening ahead would be a marathon of depravity. Tarannum's gleaming Hyundai Creta SUV sat proudly in the porch inside the gate, its usual spot. He wondered if the other two, Iqra and Nazia, would be joining the twisted quartet tonight, similar to the last time, but hoped not. The mere thought of satisfying all four insatiable women was too much to bear.
With a heavy sigh, he pushed his bicycle into the shade provided by the portico and leaned it against the cream-colored wall, next to Tarannum’s SUV. Ajoy closed the metal gate with a slight clank and walked from the porch to the main door through the veranda, saying a silent prayer with every step. The main wooden door had intricate carvings that spoke of the house's grandeur and the metal plaque above it shimmered with an Urdu greeting that had always been a mystery to him.
He took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell. The sound echoed through the corridor, mingling with the distant laughter and the faint clacking of high heels. Two minutes later, the door swung open, and there she was—his teacher, his tormentor, Tarannum. But unlike other days, she was not even wearing her usual transparent nightie or salwar suit. Instead, she was completely naked, save for the chocolate brown high-heeled sandals that adorned her feet. Her smooth waxed pussy and her silky thighs gleamed with the orgasmic cunt juices of the recent encounter.
Ajay's eyes widened in shock, his throat going dry. How could she take such a risk, opening the door so brazenly naked, without knowing who might be at the door? But as he looked closer, he saw the wild glint in her eyes and the unsteady sway of her body, and he realized she was too intoxicated to care. Her skin was flushed, her nipples hard from the chilly air conditioning and her arousal. The whiskey glass in her hand was almost empty, and the smell of alcohol and something faintly sweet and pungent filled the space between them. It was different from the usual cigarette smell he had grown accustomed to in her house —it was something he didn't recognize.
Tarannum giggled, her voice a slurry mess of pleasure and whiskey. She placed a hand on Ajay's shoulder that was more of a latch than a greeting, her high-heeled sandals wobbling precariously as she leaned into him. The weight of her hand was surprisingly heavy, and he stumbled a step closer to keep her from falling. Her eyes were red-tinseled with the high from the cocaine, her pupils dilated like black pools that threatened to swallow him whole.
“Aa gaya mera pyara chodu pilla,” she slurred, her words sticking together like a mouthful of wet bread. Her breath was a warm cloud of alcohol and smoke that tickled his nostrils as she spoke. “Tera hi intzaar tha… kab se hamari chut aur gaand beqrar ho rahi hain tere cute se laudu se chudne ki khaatir,” she added, her tongue tripping over the words, her eyes never leaving his crotch.
Tarannum, with surprising strength fueled by her lust and the cocaine, gently but firmly pulled Ajay into the house. He stumbled, his eyes never leaving hers, as he kicked the door shut with his foot. She led him to the drawing room, her arm wrapped over his shoulders like a possessive lover, and also for balance, as she staggered in inebriated state in her five-inch high-heeled sandals.
The room was a haze of smoke and the sweet, sickly scent of marijuana mingled with the musky aroma of sex. Ajay's eyes were drawn to Tanzeer, his social studies teacher, who was lounging on the sofa, equally naked except for her maroon stiletto sandals. Her legs were spread wide, one foot planted firmly on the coffee table, her pussy shamelessly glistening in the soft light, as if it were begging to be attended to. Tanzeer was deep in the throes of her own high, taking a long, deep drag from the chillum, her fingers curled around it like a serpent coiled around its prey.
This was the first time Ajay had seen anyone smoke a chillum in real life. It was a scene that could have been ripped from the pages of a sleazy novel or a seedy Bollywood flick, but here it was playing out before him with his own teachers as the stars. The sight of Tanzeer with the pipe between her painted lips, her eyes glazed over with lust and intoxication, was surreal. He had always known drugs existed, but they had been a distant concept, something that other people did in other places. To see his teachers, these pillars of his community, indulging in such depravity was a stark revelation.
As Tanzeer released the smoke from her nostrils, her eyes focused on him with a predatory hunger that sent a shiver down his spine. Her hand, seemingly of its own accord, traveled down her body to rest on her crotch. She began to rub herself lazily and shamelessly, her fingers sliding through the slickness that coated her pussy. "Aa gaye chhote miyan…? We're both dying to feel that virile young dick of yours put out the fires in our choots," she said with a dirty smile, her voice thick with lust.
Tarannum giggled and caressed Ajay’s head lovingly with her fingers in his hair. "Aren’t you forgetting what you’re supposed to do?" she whispered in his ear, her breath hot and sticky with whiskey and sweet smoke. She sat down beside Tanzeer, crossing one leg over the other and moving her sandalled foot in a seductive arc. Ajay knew what was expected of him and as he stepped forward and he was about to sit at Tarannum’s feet, Tanzeer’s voice stopped him. "First, remove all your clothes," she purred, "We want to see that smooth body and that lovely uncut dick of yours." Her eyes gleamed with anticipation.
Ajay felt his cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and humiliation. His eyes darted from Tarannum’s piercing wicked predatory smile to Tanzeer’s hungry gaze that felt like it could devour him whole. Being naked in front of them had become a twisted form of normalcy, but their lewdness today was on a whole new level. He slowly peeled off his red polo shirt, revealing his smooth, adolescent chest and the dark areola of his nipples that tightened with fear and anticipation. Next, his fingers trembled as he undid the button of his khaki shorts, letting them fall to the floor and pool around his ankles. His underwear followed suit, leaving him exposed and vulnerable in front of the two teachers who had so cruelly twisted his innocence into a tool for their depraved games.
He put his shirt and shorts and slippers aside, his cheeks burning as he felt their eyes rake over his naked body. He kneeled before them, unsure of how to proceed. Their lewdness today was a stark reminder of the twisted reality he found himself in, and the humiliation was almost too much to bear. Ajay kneeled at Tarannum's feet, his eyes glued to her sandals, the chocolate brown straps were snug around her toes, which were painted a deep shade of maroon to match her sandals. He took a deep breath and leaned in, his tongue tentatively touching the arch of her foot, tracing the curve of her toes before sliding up the strap.
As he did so, he felt something strange—something firm yet soft grazing against his limp cock. Looking up, he saw Tanzeer's foot extend under him, her sandal's strap brushing against his sensitive skin. He froze, his eyes darting up to meet her gaze. She winked at him, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she whispered, "Mashallaah, Ajay, your body is like a ripe mango, smooth and sweet. When will this cute full-skinned dick of yours rise for us?" Her foot began to rub his cock with purpose, her toes playing with his balls, her sandal's heel nudging against his shaft.
Tarannum noticed his pause and lifted her sandalled foot to his chin, a look of amusement and mock-concern on her face. "Why did you stop, Ajay?" she cooed, her voice dripping with honeyed sarcasm. “Did you not like the taste of your teacher’s foot, haan? They’re new sandals, they should taste fresh and delicious, no?” The sandal’s toe dug into his skin gently, but with enough force to make him realize she wasn’t playing.
Tanzeer’s laughter grew louder as she watched the boy's discomfort. "Look at him, Tarannum," she said, pointing at his now-stiffening cock with her sandal’s toe. "I'm not sure about his mouth, but at least his dick surely likes the touch of my sandal." Her words sent a fresh wave of humiliation through Ajay, but his body responded against his will. The roughness of the strap against his sensitive skin was a strange form of pleasure that he hadn’t anticipated.
The strong penchant these women had for high-heeled sandals, which they donned almost ubiquitously, inevitably rubbed off on Ajay as well. The visual appeal of these women in their high heels had unknowingly started to arouse a sense of attraction in him, as their legs and overall physique exuded a sexiness that caught his eye. Ajay had subconsciously grown to crave the ritual that Tarannum had introduced him to. Each time she made him lick her sandals, it was as if he were worshiping at the altar of her beauty and power. The leather and sweat-infused scent had become a strange aphrodisiac for him, one that stirred something primal within his core.
Ajay's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as his erection grew thick and hard under the tantalizing caress of Tanzeer's maroon high-heeled sandal. The sensation was strange, yet undeniably arousing. The sandal's leather straps, cold and unyielding, pressed firmly against his swollen member, sending waves of exquisite pleasure cascading down his spine with every deliberate stroke she administered. Ajay's tongue again flicked out to meet Tarannum's toes, the taste of her sandal's leather mingling with the sweetness of her skin.
As Ajay's tongue danced over the contours of Tarannum's sandals, he couldn't help but feel a perverse sense of belonging. Each stroke of his tongue across her sole was a silent declaration of his servitude, a willingness to indulge in the depravity that had become the norm of their twisted relationship. Tarannum watched with a twisted smile, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she took another drag from the chillum that Tanzeer had passed to her. The smoke curled around her face, giving her a seductive aura that only added to the erotic intensity of the moment.
Her toes wiggled slightly, a subtle sign of her pleasure, as Ajay's oral ministrations grew more fervent, his tongue tracing the delicate arches of her feet with a newfound dedication, savoring every inch of her as if he were worshipping a divine being.
Tanzeer's toes flexed against his cock, her sandal's strap gliding over the sensitive skin of his shaft. The friction was maddening, the leather a stark contrast to the softness of his skin.The room was a whirlwind of sensations, the smoke from the chillum swirling around them, the smell of sex thick in the air. Ajay could feel his body responding to the teachers' lewd ministrations, his cock growing harder with each passing second.
The viscous beads of Ajay's pre-cum began to trickle down, painting a tantalizing path over Tanzeer's sandal straps and pooling in the delicate valleys between her toes. Upon noticing this lewd artwork, she couldn't help but emit a throaty giggle, a sound that was equal parts coy and depraved. “Uunghh, Tarannum, look what we’ve got here,” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she held up her foot for inspection.
Both Tarannum and Tanzeer hungrily licked their lips as they gazed down at the maroon straps of Tanzeer's sandals, now glistening with Ajay's precum. Without a moment’s hesitation, Tarannum eagerly extended her hands to catch Tanzeer’s leg and brought it before her mouth. She took a moment to appreciate the aroma of Ajay’s arousal mingled with the leather of the sandal, her eyes closing in anticipation. With a flick of her tongue, she started licking off the sticky cum from the sandal straps, her movements slow and deliberate.
Tanzeer giggled, watching Tarannum with a mix of lust and envy. "Saali chatori kuttiya, you never miss a chance to lick and savor the sweet nectar from any lund or choot," she said, her voice thick with a sultry tease. Tarannum looked up, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she suckled on Tanzeer's pre-cum covered toe through the maroon sandal strap. “Kyun nahin, after all these are the gifts from Allaah, sabse maqaddas aur zaykedaar aab-e-hayaat," she replied, her tongue flicking out to lick the last remnants of cum from the leather straps.
The air was thick with tension and desire as Tarannum playfully poked at Tanzeer's kinky habits. "And what about you, Tanzeer?" she asked, her voice dripping with playful mockery. “You call me a chatori kuttiya while you yourself can’t resist the taste of anything that comes out of a man or a woman's body, be it their sweet cum or their even sweeter golden piss." Tanzeer's cheeks reddened slightly at the accusation, her hand pausing mid-stroke on her crotch.
Tanzeer licked her lips, a wicked smile spreading across her face as she thought about her own secret desires. "Oh, I love that salty-sweet-bitter, warm stream," she purred, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's no less precious and muqaddas than the cream from a lund or sticky juice from a choot," she quipped back at Tarannum, using vulgar language that was a stark contrast to their professional personas at college.
Both teachers were heavily intoxicated, their voices slurring from the bourbon they had been sipping all evening, mixed with the potent smoke of marijuana and the high from the cocaine they had snorted.
Ajay's eyes widened slightly as he watched the two teachers banter about their kinky preferences. He had become a silent participant in their twisted games, his innocence lost in a whirlwind of lust and depravity. He was used to their crass banter by now, but each time it sent a shiver down his spine, a mix of fear and arousal that was as confusing as it was exhilarating. He kept his eyes fixed on Tarannum's sandal, his tongue swirling around her toes, the taste of leather and sweat now a familiar one, as he waited for their next command.
Suddenly, Tarannum's other sandalled foot nudged him gently beneath the back of his head, urging him to move. His gaze drifted upward, meeting her eyes that were filled with a smoldering desire that could have set the whole room on fire. With a smirk, she parted her legs wider, exposing the wet folds of her pussy to him and whispered, "Come, Ajay. It’s time for you to taste the sweetness of your teacher's choot." She gently grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his face closer to her cunt, the sandal's strap digging slightly into his neck, a silent command that was impossible to ignore.
With surprising ease, Ajay found himself moving between her legs, his tongue eagerly seeking out the source of her sweet scent. He had become an expert at this, the aversion of his intial encounters now replaced with a strange yearning. He took special care to lick and suck her clit, the tender bud that seemed to be the center of her pleasure universe. He could feel it swell and throb under his ministrations, and the way she moaned and squirmed was music to his ears.
Tanzeer, not one to be left behind, slithered off the sofa like a serpent, her sandals clicking against the marble floor as she approached him from behind. She gave his buttocks a gentle tap with the heel of her sandal. "Chalo, beta, lift that sweet gaand of yours," she murmured, her breath hot against his skin. Ajay, his body now a playground for their whims, obeyed instinctively, his legs spreading wider as he arched his back, lifting his ass in the air.
Her eyes gleaming with lust, Tanzeer knelt down behind her young student with a clumsiness brought on by the whiskey and drugs. Ajay’s uncut cock swung proudly between his legs, pointing straight down towards the floor. The sight of his manhood, thick and veiny, brought a fresh wave of hunger to her lips. Tanzeer reached out, her hand shaky but determined, and grabbed Ajay's cock, pulling it back towards her through his legs. She took a moment to admire the pre-cum that glistened on the tip, a clear sign of his arousal.
Tanzeer's velvet-soft lips, painted a glossy maroon to match her sandals, parted hungrily around her young students stiff cock. She took him in, the tip first, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the taste of his precum. Her mouth was warm and wet, a stark contrast to the cold marble floor beneath Ajay’s knees. Her teeth grazed his shaft gently as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around his head in a motion that was both tender and depraved. Ajay’s body tensed, a low moan escaping his throat despite his best efforts to remain silent. He felt her hand grip his balls firmly, rolling them in her palm as she began to suck him with a fervor that could only come from a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
Tarannum’s eyes rolled back in her head as Ajay’s tongue dance around her clit, flicking and teasing it with a newfound skill. Her moans grew louder, her hand reaching down to grab the back of his neck, pushing him closer to her throbbing cunt. The feeling of his tongue on her sensitive flesh was heavenly, and she couldn’t help but buck her hips slightly to meet him, her sandals digging into the floor as she did so. Tanzeer’s mouth on his cock was like a warm, wet heaven, her tongue swirling around the head as she took him deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out with each bob.
Ajay’s tongue grew more insistent, pushing past the folds of her pussy to taste her deep within. He felt a rush of heat as he delved deeper, her walls tightening around his tongue, urging him to explore further. He obliged, his tongue pushing into her tight hole as far as it would go. Her taste was intoxicating, a mix of sweetness and musk that filled his mouth and made him feel like he was drowning in her essence. It was a taste that had once repulsed him, but now, it was a flavor he was gradually developing a taste for, a sign of his descent into their world of depravity.
As Ajay feasted on her, Tanzeer released his cock with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting it to her crimson lips. Her eyes never left Ajay's ass, her hand stroking his shaft with a gentle yet firm grip. With a sly smile, she leaned in and took his smooth, hairless balls into her mouth, sucking on them as if they were a piece of candy she hadn’t had in years. The sensation was overwhelming, his balls tightening as she drew them deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive skin, making him moan into Tarannum’s pussy.
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Tanzeer pulled away from his balls and began to trace the line of his ass crack with the tip of her tongue. Ajay’s body tensed, unsure of what to expect next. She took her time, savoring the taste of his sweat and precum, her toes in the sandals curling in anticipation. When she reached his tight anus, she paused, her tongue flicking against it tentatively. Ajay’s grip on Tarannum’s legs tightened as he felt the hot wetness of Tanzeer’s mouth closing around his asshole.
This was a first for Ajay, the uncharted territory of his body being explored by his social studies teacher. His mind raced with confusion and fear, but his body responded with an undeniable excitement. Tarannum’s moans grew louder, urging him to continue lick her pussy as Tanzeer’s tongue delved deeper into his ass, pushing past the barrier of his innocence. These two wanton, slutty teachers always had some new perversion up their sleeves, and he had become the unsuspecting pawn in their salacious game.
Tanzeer’s hand moved with a steady rhythm, fisting his cock with a confidence that spoke volumes of her experience with men. She was like a maestro conducting an orchestra of tossing the salad, her tongue flicking and probing Ajay’s tight anus with a hunger that was palpable in the air. The sensation was unbearably intimate, his body trembling with each stroke of her velvety tongue. She took her time, savoring the moment, her moan echoing through the room as she finally tasted the piquant flavor of his ass that she had been craving.
“Oonhhh, behad laziiz… uunnhh zayekedar gaand hai yaar teri?” Tanzeer groaned around Ajay's asshole, her tongue delving deeper into the tight, uncharted territory. Her words were slurred and dripping with lust, the vulgarity of her language a stark contrast to the sophisticated persona she maintained at college.
Tarannum looked at Tanzeer with a knowing smirk, her friend enthusiastically savoring the flavor of their young student’s ass, her own eyes heavily hooded with a mix of arousal and intoxication from potent cocktail of bourbon and the drugs. For years, Tarannum and her trio of equally promiscuous and depraved friends, Tanzeer, Nazia, and Iqra, had enjoyed indulging in licking each other's asses or anyone’s ass for that matter, relishing in the taboo flavor of shit. Yet, it was undeniably Tanzeer whose insatiable craving for this taboo surpassed them all, and she indulged in it with an unparalleled zest.
Indeed, it was a juicy little secret these four foxy women shared about Tanzeer that she was so fucking wild, she got her kicks from even drinking her own golden pee every damn day, no holds barred and she'd frequently play with her own butthole, getting that dirty finger all up in there before popping it into her mouth like it was coated in the sweetest, most taboo candy. Even her family and the other folks in their high society circle were clueless about this filthy habit of hers.
"Oh, now who's the actual chatori kutti here, Tanzeer begum?" Tarannum slurred, her speech thick with the potent mix of alcohol and drugs coursing through her veins. "Saali gaand-chatori, you're the one who can't get enough of the taste of a gaand, whether it's a boy’s, a woman's, or even your own… gaand ke najis zayke ke liye teri zuban hamesha luplupati rahti hai!” words were a taunt, a challenge thrown into the air like a gauntlet.
“Oh, fuck off with that shit, kamini haramzadi Tarannum!" Tanzeer slurred, her eyes glinting with a mix of boozy fire and mischief. She pulled her tongue out of Ajay's tight hole with a wet smack, giving it a little flick before wiping it on her hand. "Najis zayka? You're one to talk, saali bhadwi burchodi kuttiya! she shot back, Her eyes danced with defiance, the booze and drugs dissolving her inhibitions. “Tum teeno chut-maraani kuttiya, Iqra and Nazia, you all just don’t admit that you three love the taste of brown butter from a good ass as much as me!” Her words were slurred but the challenge in them was clear.
“Every time we get together, you bhadwi kuttiya.n are licking each other's assholes go crazy for those shit-covered dildos from our asses like it's a buffet, and now you act like I'm the only one?” Her voice was a mess, all thick with Bourbon and the drugs. “We all love that naughty and delicious “najis” zayka. It's just that I'm not afraid to proudly claim the title of gaand chatori, but you all are just as much into it as I am!"
Ajay’s tongue eagerly lapped at Tarannum's dripping snatch, savoring her sweet juices as he felt the electricity in the room and watched the situation unfold before him. The flirty banter between his two smoking hot teachers had taken a steamy turn, escalating into a full-blown, dirty-talking showdown. He figured their heightened aggression was a side effect of booze they'd guzzled down and the potent puffs of that chillum.
But what shook him to the core was the revelation of their shared love for the darkest, most perverted taste – that of shit. He recalled with a shiver how Tanzeer had willingly drank his piss in the bathroom just a few weeks prior. He felt his stomach churn at the thought of these women eagerly devouring the dirty asses, their tongues savoring the filth that no one else would dare to touch. The very thought of which made him want to gag.
It was a stark reality check to the glammed-up façade of the respectable teachers and socialites they presented to the outside world. He felt sick to his stomach, his mind racing with the thought of just how low these 'high-class' bitches could stoop for their depraved kicks. The room spun as he processed this revelation, his mind racing with the endless possibilities of their depravity. What other boundaries would they cross? What new heights of debasement awaited them?
Tarannum's voice, thick with desire and a hint of malicious amusement, snapped him back to the present. "Hey, Tanzeer, bhonsad-chudi kutti, why are you getting so worked up?" she moaned, her body trembling with the anticipation of her climax. Ajay felt her pussy tighten around his tongue, the sweetness of her juices becoming almost tangy with the tension in the air. "Of course, I love the taste of ass as much as you, and so do those two haramzadi kuttiyan, Nazia and Iqra," she giggled, her voice breathy and filled with pleasure. "It's piquant and and musky flavour is so damn erotic, like a naughty little aphrodisiac," she said, her words were a purr of agreement, a seductive admission that seemed to ease the tension in the room.
Tanzeer, seemingly mollified by Tarannum's lewd confession, rolled her eyes with a dramatic flair and feigned anger. “Bhonsdi-wali kamini kutti, you say things in a way that anyone would get upset!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying a hint of mock indignation that was almost playful. She playfully slapped Ajay's thigh before getting back to business, her hand wrapping around his rock-hard dick and giving it a good, slow tug. She went back to tossing Ajay's salad, her tongue delving deep as she licked his asshole with renewed enthusiasm. Her hand didn't miss a beat, continuing to pump Ajay's cock with a soft yet commanding touch as she tossed his salad with gusto.
Tarannum’s moans grew louder and more erratic, her hips bucking wildly as Ajay’s tongue worked its magic on her clit. Her sandal-clad foot around his neck pushed his head deeper into her cunt, the sound of his nose rubbing against her wet, swollen labia filling the room. Her hand gripped his hair tightly, pulling him closer, urging him to taste her even more. Her vulgar rantings grew incoherent, a mix of Urdu and English expletives that painted a vivid picture of the carnality that had overtaken her.
“Oh, fuck yes, Ajay, don’t stop bhonsadi-ke, keep licking that my chut, keep making your hot teacher cum!" she screamed, her body writhing in ecstasy. Tarannum was at the peak of excitement and pleasure, her body quivering with every flick of Ajay’s skilled tongue. The young boy was trained well, his tongue tracing intricate patterns on her swollen clit that sent shockwaves through her body. Her moans grew louder, turning into a crescendo of lewd curses and filth echoing through the opulent room, as she approached the precipice of climax.
The moment Tarannum’s orgasm hit, it was as if a dam had burst. Her juices spurted out in a powerful stream, drenching Ajay’s face and filling his mouth. Her body convulsed violently, her legs shaking uncontrollably as she held his head tightly against her crotch, grinding her clit into his mouth. Her sandal-clad foot on the floor stomped down hard on the marble, the clack of the heel resonating through the room, as if punctuating her animalistic screams of pleasure. The other sandal remained firmly pressed into the small of his back, keeping him in place like a trophy won in some twisted game of sexual domination. Ajay could feel the tremors of her climax as she squirted all over him, her hot liquid coating his cheeks and chin, mixing with the saliva that was already dripping from his mouth.
Ajay’s eyes watered from the sheer force of her orgasm, but he managed to keep his tongue flicking against her clit, lapping up the torrent of her pleasure. Despite his initial revulsion at the taste and smell, his body had grown accustomed to the harshness of her cum, the acrid flavor now a familiar part of his lessons with her. Tarannum’s screams grew higher, piercing through the air like the shattering of fine china, the sound of pure, unbridled lust that seemed to bounce off the walls of the opulent living room.
As the waves of her climax subsided, Tarannum slumped back on the sofa with a contented sigh, her head lolling back against the plush cushion. Her legs, still trembling from the intensity, were now spread wide with her sandal-covered feet planted firmly on the marble floor. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths, her eyes tightly shut as she reveled in the bliss that coursed through her body. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the only sound the clacking of their sandals as they moved against the cold tiles.
Tanzeer, her own desires piqued by the taste of Ajay's ass and the sight of Tarannum's shuddering release, took this moment of respite to crawl forward on all fours, her eyes gleaming with a feral hunger. Her sandals scbangd against the floor, leaving a trail of wanton desire in her wake. She reached Ajay's side, her breath ragged with excitement, and abruptly yanked his face away from Tarannum's sodden pussy toward hers. Without a second thought, she crushed her mouth against his, her tongue darting out to greedily taste the remnants of Tarannum's juices that coated his cheeks and chin.
The kiss was a wild, fervent tango of tongues, a fiery exchange of flavors that seemed to electrify the air around them. Ajay's eyes widened with shock as Tanzeer's mouth ravished his, plunging deep into the moist cavern of his mouth, as if insatiably seeking to capture every drop of Tarannum's cunt juice. He could feel her hunger, a carnivorous craving that was relentless in its ferocity, as she drew on his tongue with the voracity of a starved harlot eager to savor every trace of Tarannum’s nectar. The taste of his math teacher’s cum was still strong on his mouth, a potent reminder of the depraved act he had just performed, and now his social studies teacher was greedily devouring it, her eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and triumph.
Finally, once Tanzeer was satisfied, she tore her mouth away from Ajay’s with a wet pop. “Now, beta, it’s my turn for some fun, no?” she panted, her voice thick with desire and the slur of the alcohol. She gracefully climbed over the sofa, her agile body moving like a seasoned seductress despite the intoxication. She positioned herself on her knees, her face towards the back of the sofa, her hands braced on the cushions, and her ass high in the air like a shameless whore begging for a hard pounding.
“Come on mere sexy bacche and slide that big, juicy lund up my tight, mughlai gaand" Tanzeer purred, her her tone a seductive blend of urgency and command. She wiggled her ass in the air, the plump cheeks beckoning him closer, the cleft of her buttocks glistening with her own arousal. "I need that sweet mast-moosal uncut lund deep in my backdoor, baby," she coaxed, arching her back to show off her tempting target.
Tarannum lay there, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, looked over with wicked grin at Tanzeer, who was on all fours, her plump ass in the air. "Look at that, baby," she purred, her voice thick with lust. "Your slut social studies teacher is begging for your big jawan lund in her gaand, like a chhinal kuttiya!" She chuckled darkly. "Fuck her nawabi gaand like she's never been fucked before," Tarannum crooned, her voice a low purr of satisfaction. "Your gaand-maraani kamini teacher wants her ass reamed. Don't disappoint her. Give her the gaand-fucking of her life and show her how well I have trained you!" She chuckled, her eyes glinting with a mischievous spark.
Both wanton women lay opposite each other on the sofa, their heads resting on the armrests, creating a perfect line of symmetry in their debauchery. Their legs were intertwined in a scissor embrace, one leg of each stretched out straight along the sofa's length, while the other bent at the knee, the sandal-clad foot resting on the floor. This position was a silent declaration of their intent to become one, to merge their desires into a single, unstoppable force of carnality.
Their pussies met with a wet slap, the sound echoing through the room like a declaration of war. They began to grind against each other, the friction setting off sparks of pleasure that shot through their bodies. Tarannum's hand reached down to squeeze Tanzeer's thigh, her nails digging into the soft flesh as she encouraged her to go faster, harder. Tanzeer's breath grew ragged, her teeth gritted with the effort of holding back the scream that was building in her chest.
Their hips moved in a primal rhythm, their pussies mashed together in a frenzied dance that seemed to have a life of its own. Each stroke brought them closer to the edge, their bodies trembling with the effort of holding on. As they used their feet on the floor for leverage, the sound of their sandals clacking against the cold marble echoed through the room, a staccato beat that matched the pounding of their puffy cunts aganist each other.
"Uuunh... uuunh... uuunh... yessss... fuck... fuck me, fuck me..." grunted Tarannum, her hips bucking wildly as Tanzeer's pussy ground into hers. “Uuunh... yaallaah, kuttiya saali, your pussy's so wet.“ Tanzeer groaned back, her eyes rolling with the high of the whiskey and weed. "Uuunh... uuunh... yaallaah... oh, oh, oh... madarchodi…. don’t stop…” Her moans grew louder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the tension built between their entwined legs.
Their mouths were a blur of obscenities, each curse and slur adding fuel to the fire of their passion. They were lost in a haze of lust, their inhibitions burned away by the potent mix of whiskey and marijuana. The room was a whirlwind of color and sound, their panting breaths and the wet smack of skin on skin filling the air.
“uuunnh... fuck me... fuck me... uuunh... yaallaah... oh... yaallaah... harder... madarchodi... oh... oh... yeah... yeah,” Tanzeer's moans grew more urgent as she felt the orgasm building deep within her. Her hand clamped down on Tarannum’s thigh, her nails digging into the soft flesh as if she was trying to hold onto something that was slipping away.
In the peak of excitement, Tarannum’s leg that was resting straight along the length of the sofa lifted up slightly, and her sandalled foot found its way to Tanzeer’s face. The chocolate brown sandal's used sole was pressed against her friend’s full lips, and without missing a beat, Tanzeer leaned into it, parting her mouth to lick the sandal's dirty sole. The gritty taste of leather and the remnants of the day’s grime only seemed to spike her arousal higher.
“Aaannh... oh... oh... bhenchodi... oh... oh... kutti... saali.. oh... oh... your sandal taste so fucking good... uunh... uunh... oh... oh... " Tanzeer’s voice was muffled by the heel of the sandal that filled her mouth. Her teeth clutched onto the heel in a desperate bid to hold on as she felt the orgasm crash over her like a wave of heat. Her eyes rolled back, and she moaned around the leather, her throat vibrating with the intensity of her pleasure.
With a guttural scream, Tanzeer’s hips jerked, her pussy spasming against Tarannum's. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she threw her head back, the sandal popping out of her mouth as she let out a string of curses that would make a truck driver blush. "Aaannh... oh... oh... fuck... yallaah... I'm... I'm... cummin… !" she yelled, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. Her body convulsed, and her hand flew to her clit, rubbing it frantically as she chased the peak of her climax.
And then it happened. With a gush that seemed to go on forever, Tanzeer came. Her juices sprayed out, drenching Tarannum’s crotch and thighs, the warm, sticky liquid a testament to her pleasure. The sight and feel of it sent Tarannum over the edge as well. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a high-pitched keening sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. "Oh, fuck... oh, fuck... oh, my... fucking... yaaaallllaaaah… oh, saali... kuttiya... AHHH... UUUNNNGHHH... I'm... I'm... oh, oh, shit... oh, shit... CUMMINGGGG..." Tarannum's obscenities were a delicious crescendo that matched the rhythm of her own hips grinding against Tanzeer's.
Her body convulsed as if she had indeed touched a live wire, the electricity of her orgasm shooting through her veins, setting every nerve ending on fire. With a feral growl, Tarannum’s legs shot upwards, her cunt spraying juices like a geyser. The warm liquid spurted out, soaking both their crotches, mingling with the mess they had created together. Her toes curled in ecstasy, the heels of her sandals digging into the sofa cushions as her body bucked uncontrollably.
The room was a symphony of wet, gasping sounds, a cacophony of pleasure that seemed to resonate in the very air. They lay there, panting and trembling, their legs still entwined, their pussies still pulsing with the aftershocks of their shared climax. The smell of sex and marijuana hung heavy in the room, a heady scent that seemed to intoxicate them even further.
As they lay there, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, Tarannum and Tanzeer's chests heaved in unison, their hearts racing like the engines of a sports car. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the acrid tang of the marijuana that had fueled their desires.
At this time, as Tarannum and Tanzeer lay entwined in the sticky embrace of their shared climax, Ajay's thoughts were a world away from the depraved scene unfolding in Tarannum's living room. He pedaled his bicycle through the opulent neighborhoods of Indore, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the pristine streets. His heart was a dull throb of resignation rather than the pounding terror it once had been. These visits two or three times a week had become a grim routine for him, a ritual that Tarannum had insisted upon to satisfy her insatiable hunger. Ajay felt like a mere vessel for her pleasure, a tool to be used and discarded when she was sated. He had accepted his fate, trading his innocence for the promise of academic success and protection from her twisted blackmail.
Back at the house, the two teachers were in the throes of their post-coital bliss, their bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of their shared orgasm. They were a picture of depravity, lounging naked on the sofa wearing just their high-heeled sandals. Tarannum reached for the whiskey bottle on the coffee table, her hand shaking slightly from the exertion, and poured two generous shots into the crystal glasses. Tanzeer took one with a grin, her eyes glinting with a hunger that hadn’t yet been sated.
After a couple of sips of the amber liquid, Tanzeer’s eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief. She nudged Tarannum, her voice low and sultry, "Bhenchudi, it’s time for the asli maal now." Tarannum’s smile grew wicked, her hand sliding down the side of the sofa, fingering the couch cushion. With a knowing smirk, she reached into her black handbag that lay next to the sofa on the floor, pulling out a small, unassuming packet. The anticipation in the room was palpable as she held it up between two fingers, the sunlight glinting off the plastic.
Inside the packet was a fine, white powder—cocaine, the "asli maal" that Tanzeer had been eagerly waiting for. Her eyes widened in excitement as Tarannum placed it on the glass-top coffee table, her pupils dilating at the sight of the pure, uncut crystals. This wasn't their first foray into hard drugs, but every time they indulged, it was as if they were discovering a new universe of sensations. With the precision of a chef preparing a gourmet dish, Tarannum arranged the cocaine into four neat little lines and handed Tanzeer a rolled-up five-hundred-rupee note.
Tanzeer took the rolled-up note with a greedy smile, her eyes never leaving the gleaming white lines. She leaned in, her nostrils flaring, and took a deep snort of the first line. The sharp tang of the drug hit her instantly, sending a jolt of euphoria straight to her brain. Similarly, she inhaled second line with the same enthusiasm in the other nostril, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. She passed the note to Tarannum, who took her turn with an air of practiced elegance, snorting the remaining two lines with a finesse that spoke of a woman who knew her vices well.
Tarannum’s slender fingers cradled the chillum with a practiced ease, her thumb caressing the smooth stone as she brought the flame of the lighter to the packed bowl. The acrid scent of the marijuana filled the room as it sizzled and crackled, sending a thick plume of smoke spiraling upwards. She took a deep drag, holding it in her lungs before exhaling it out in a slow, deliberate stream that curled around her head like a serpent of pure pleasure. Her eyes grew heavy-lidded, and she passed the smoking chillum to Tanzeer, who eagerly took it in her own hand.
Both Tarannum and Tanzeer leaned back into the plush cushions of the sofa and the chillum was passed back and forth between them while they took sips of the whiskey. The smoke from the chillum danced in the air, thick and pungent, wrapping around them like a seductive embrace. Their eyes grew red and their laughter grew louder with each drag they took, their voices slurring as they shared dirty shayaries and raunchy jokes that would make a seasoned whore blush.
Ajay's heart sank a little as he approached Tarannum's opulent residence, the red polo shirt sticking to his sweaty back and the khaki shorts feeling tighter around his thighs with each step. Spotting Tanzeer's familiar Hyundai Verna parked haphazardly outside, he knew the evening ahead would be a marathon of depravity. Tarannum's gleaming Hyundai Creta SUV sat proudly in the porch inside the gate, its usual spot. He wondered if the other two, Iqra and Nazia, would be joining the twisted quartet tonight, similar to the last time, but hoped not. The mere thought of satisfying all four insatiable women was too much to bear.
With a heavy sigh, he pushed his bicycle into the shade provided by the portico and leaned it against the cream-colored wall, next to Tarannum’s SUV. Ajoy closed the metal gate with a slight clank and walked from the porch to the main door through the veranda, saying a silent prayer with every step. The main wooden door had intricate carvings that spoke of the house's grandeur and the metal plaque above it shimmered with an Urdu greeting that had always been a mystery to him.
He took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell. The sound echoed through the corridor, mingling with the distant laughter and the faint clacking of high heels. Two minutes later, the door swung open, and there she was—his teacher, his tormentor, Tarannum. But unlike other days, she was not even wearing her usual transparent nightie or salwar suit. Instead, she was completely naked, save for the chocolate brown high-heeled sandals that adorned her feet. Her smooth waxed pussy and her silky thighs gleamed with the orgasmic cunt juices of the recent encounter.
Ajay's eyes widened in shock, his throat going dry. How could she take such a risk, opening the door so brazenly naked, without knowing who might be at the door? But as he looked closer, he saw the wild glint in her eyes and the unsteady sway of her body, and he realized she was too intoxicated to care. Her skin was flushed, her nipples hard from the chilly air conditioning and her arousal. The whiskey glass in her hand was almost empty, and the smell of alcohol and something faintly sweet and pungent filled the space between them. It was different from the usual cigarette smell he had grown accustomed to in her house —it was something he didn't recognize.
Tarannum giggled, her voice a slurry mess of pleasure and whiskey. She placed a hand on Ajay's shoulder that was more of a latch than a greeting, her high-heeled sandals wobbling precariously as she leaned into him. The weight of her hand was surprisingly heavy, and he stumbled a step closer to keep her from falling. Her eyes were red-tinseled with the high from the cocaine, her pupils dilated like black pools that threatened to swallow him whole.
“Aa gaya mera pyara chodu pilla,” she slurred, her words sticking together like a mouthful of wet bread. Her breath was a warm cloud of alcohol and smoke that tickled his nostrils as she spoke. “Tera hi intzaar tha… kab se hamari chut aur gaand beqrar ho rahi hain tere cute se laudu se chudne ki khaatir,” she added, her tongue tripping over the words, her eyes never leaving his crotch.
Tarannum, with surprising strength fueled by her lust and the cocaine, gently but firmly pulled Ajay into the house. He stumbled, his eyes never leaving hers, as he kicked the door shut with his foot. She led him to the drawing room, her arm wrapped over his shoulders like a possessive lover, and also for balance, as she staggered in inebriated state in her five-inch high-heeled sandals.
The room was a haze of smoke and the sweet, sickly scent of marijuana mingled with the musky aroma of sex. Ajay's eyes were drawn to Tanzeer, his social studies teacher, who was lounging on the sofa, equally naked except for her maroon stiletto sandals. Her legs were spread wide, one foot planted firmly on the coffee table, her pussy shamelessly glistening in the soft light, as if it were begging to be attended to. Tanzeer was deep in the throes of her own high, taking a long, deep drag from the chillum, her fingers curled around it like a serpent coiled around its prey.
This was the first time Ajay had seen anyone smoke a chillum in real life. It was a scene that could have been ripped from the pages of a sleazy novel or a seedy Bollywood flick, but here it was playing out before him with his own teachers as the stars. The sight of Tanzeer with the pipe between her painted lips, her eyes glazed over with lust and intoxication, was surreal. He had always known drugs existed, but they had been a distant concept, something that other people did in other places. To see his teachers, these pillars of his community, indulging in such depravity was a stark revelation.
As Tanzeer released the smoke from her nostrils, her eyes focused on him with a predatory hunger that sent a shiver down his spine. Her hand, seemingly of its own accord, traveled down her body to rest on her crotch. She began to rub herself lazily and shamelessly, her fingers sliding through the slickness that coated her pussy. "Aa gaye chhote miyan…? We're both dying to feel that virile young dick of yours put out the fires in our choots," she said with a dirty smile, her voice thick with lust.
Tarannum giggled and caressed Ajay’s head lovingly with her fingers in his hair. "Aren’t you forgetting what you’re supposed to do?" she whispered in his ear, her breath hot and sticky with whiskey and sweet smoke. She sat down beside Tanzeer, crossing one leg over the other and moving her sandalled foot in a seductive arc. Ajay knew what was expected of him and as he stepped forward and he was about to sit at Tarannum’s feet, Tanzeer’s voice stopped him. "First, remove all your clothes," she purred, "We want to see that smooth body and that lovely uncut dick of yours." Her eyes gleamed with anticipation.
Ajay felt his cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and humiliation. His eyes darted from Tarannum’s piercing wicked predatory smile to Tanzeer’s hungry gaze that felt like it could devour him whole. Being naked in front of them had become a twisted form of normalcy, but their lewdness today was on a whole new level. He slowly peeled off his red polo shirt, revealing his smooth, adolescent chest and the dark areola of his nipples that tightened with fear and anticipation. Next, his fingers trembled as he undid the button of his khaki shorts, letting them fall to the floor and pool around his ankles. His underwear followed suit, leaving him exposed and vulnerable in front of the two teachers who had so cruelly twisted his innocence into a tool for their depraved games.
He put his shirt and shorts and slippers aside, his cheeks burning as he felt their eyes rake over his naked body. He kneeled before them, unsure of how to proceed. Their lewdness today was a stark reminder of the twisted reality he found himself in, and the humiliation was almost too much to bear. Ajay kneeled at Tarannum's feet, his eyes glued to her sandals, the chocolate brown straps were snug around her toes, which were painted a deep shade of maroon to match her sandals. He took a deep breath and leaned in, his tongue tentatively touching the arch of her foot, tracing the curve of her toes before sliding up the strap.
As he did so, he felt something strange—something firm yet soft grazing against his limp cock. Looking up, he saw Tanzeer's foot extend under him, her sandal's strap brushing against his sensitive skin. He froze, his eyes darting up to meet her gaze. She winked at him, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she whispered, "Mashallaah, Ajay, your body is like a ripe mango, smooth and sweet. When will this cute full-skinned dick of yours rise for us?" Her foot began to rub his cock with purpose, her toes playing with his balls, her sandal's heel nudging against his shaft.
Tarannum noticed his pause and lifted her sandalled foot to his chin, a look of amusement and mock-concern on her face. "Why did you stop, Ajay?" she cooed, her voice dripping with honeyed sarcasm. “Did you not like the taste of your teacher’s foot, haan? They’re new sandals, they should taste fresh and delicious, no?” The sandal’s toe dug into his skin gently, but with enough force to make him realize she wasn’t playing.
Tanzeer’s laughter grew louder as she watched the boy's discomfort. "Look at him, Tarannum," she said, pointing at his now-stiffening cock with her sandal’s toe. "I'm not sure about his mouth, but at least his dick surely likes the touch of my sandal." Her words sent a fresh wave of humiliation through Ajay, but his body responded against his will. The roughness of the strap against his sensitive skin was a strange form of pleasure that he hadn’t anticipated.
The strong penchant these women had for high-heeled sandals, which they donned almost ubiquitously, inevitably rubbed off on Ajay as well. The visual appeal of these women in their high heels had unknowingly started to arouse a sense of attraction in him, as their legs and overall physique exuded a sexiness that caught his eye. Ajay had subconsciously grown to crave the ritual that Tarannum had introduced him to. Each time she made him lick her sandals, it was as if he were worshiping at the altar of her beauty and power. The leather and sweat-infused scent had become a strange aphrodisiac for him, one that stirred something primal within his core.
Ajay's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as his erection grew thick and hard under the tantalizing caress of Tanzeer's maroon high-heeled sandal. The sensation was strange, yet undeniably arousing. The sandal's leather straps, cold and unyielding, pressed firmly against his swollen member, sending waves of exquisite pleasure cascading down his spine with every deliberate stroke she administered. Ajay's tongue again flicked out to meet Tarannum's toes, the taste of her sandal's leather mingling with the sweetness of her skin.
As Ajay's tongue danced over the contours of Tarannum's sandals, he couldn't help but feel a perverse sense of belonging. Each stroke of his tongue across her sole was a silent declaration of his servitude, a willingness to indulge in the depravity that had become the norm of their twisted relationship. Tarannum watched with a twisted smile, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she took another drag from the chillum that Tanzeer had passed to her. The smoke curled around her face, giving her a seductive aura that only added to the erotic intensity of the moment.
Her toes wiggled slightly, a subtle sign of her pleasure, as Ajay's oral ministrations grew more fervent, his tongue tracing the delicate arches of her feet with a newfound dedication, savoring every inch of her as if he were worshipping a divine being.
Tanzeer's toes flexed against his cock, her sandal's strap gliding over the sensitive skin of his shaft. The friction was maddening, the leather a stark contrast to the softness of his skin.The room was a whirlwind of sensations, the smoke from the chillum swirling around them, the smell of sex thick in the air. Ajay could feel his body responding to the teachers' lewd ministrations, his cock growing harder with each passing second.
The viscous beads of Ajay's pre-cum began to trickle down, painting a tantalizing path over Tanzeer's sandal straps and pooling in the delicate valleys between her toes. Upon noticing this lewd artwork, she couldn't help but emit a throaty giggle, a sound that was equal parts coy and depraved. “Uunghh, Tarannum, look what we’ve got here,” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she held up her foot for inspection.
Both Tarannum and Tanzeer hungrily licked their lips as they gazed down at the maroon straps of Tanzeer's sandals, now glistening with Ajay's precum. Without a moment’s hesitation, Tarannum eagerly extended her hands to catch Tanzeer’s leg and brought it before her mouth. She took a moment to appreciate the aroma of Ajay’s arousal mingled with the leather of the sandal, her eyes closing in anticipation. With a flick of her tongue, she started licking off the sticky cum from the sandal straps, her movements slow and deliberate.
Tanzeer giggled, watching Tarannum with a mix of lust and envy. "Saali chatori kuttiya, you never miss a chance to lick and savor the sweet nectar from any lund or choot," she said, her voice thick with a sultry tease. Tarannum looked up, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she suckled on Tanzeer's pre-cum covered toe through the maroon sandal strap. “Kyun nahin, after all these are the gifts from Allaah, sabse maqaddas aur zaykedaar aab-e-hayaat," she replied, her tongue flicking out to lick the last remnants of cum from the leather straps.
The air was thick with tension and desire as Tarannum playfully poked at Tanzeer's kinky habits. "And what about you, Tanzeer?" she asked, her voice dripping with playful mockery. “You call me a chatori kuttiya while you yourself can’t resist the taste of anything that comes out of a man or a woman's body, be it their sweet cum or their even sweeter golden piss." Tanzeer's cheeks reddened slightly at the accusation, her hand pausing mid-stroke on her crotch.
Tanzeer licked her lips, a wicked smile spreading across her face as she thought about her own secret desires. "Oh, I love that salty-sweet-bitter, warm stream," she purred, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's no less precious and muqaddas than the cream from a lund or sticky juice from a choot," she quipped back at Tarannum, using vulgar language that was a stark contrast to their professional personas at college.
Both teachers were heavily intoxicated, their voices slurring from the bourbon they had been sipping all evening, mixed with the potent smoke of marijuana and the high from the cocaine they had snorted.
Ajay's eyes widened slightly as he watched the two teachers banter about their kinky preferences. He had become a silent participant in their twisted games, his innocence lost in a whirlwind of lust and depravity. He was used to their crass banter by now, but each time it sent a shiver down his spine, a mix of fear and arousal that was as confusing as it was exhilarating. He kept his eyes fixed on Tarannum's sandal, his tongue swirling around her toes, the taste of leather and sweat now a familiar one, as he waited for their next command.
Suddenly, Tarannum's other sandalled foot nudged him gently beneath the back of his head, urging him to move. His gaze drifted upward, meeting her eyes that were filled with a smoldering desire that could have set the whole room on fire. With a smirk, she parted her legs wider, exposing the wet folds of her pussy to him and whispered, "Come, Ajay. It’s time for you to taste the sweetness of your teacher's choot." She gently grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his face closer to her cunt, the sandal's strap digging slightly into his neck, a silent command that was impossible to ignore.
With surprising ease, Ajay found himself moving between her legs, his tongue eagerly seeking out the source of her sweet scent. He had become an expert at this, the aversion of his intial encounters now replaced with a strange yearning. He took special care to lick and suck her clit, the tender bud that seemed to be the center of her pleasure universe. He could feel it swell and throb under his ministrations, and the way she moaned and squirmed was music to his ears.
Tanzeer, not one to be left behind, slithered off the sofa like a serpent, her sandals clicking against the marble floor as she approached him from behind. She gave his buttocks a gentle tap with the heel of her sandal. "Chalo, beta, lift that sweet gaand of yours," she murmured, her breath hot against his skin. Ajay, his body now a playground for their whims, obeyed instinctively, his legs spreading wider as he arched his back, lifting his ass in the air.
Her eyes gleaming with lust, Tanzeer knelt down behind her young student with a clumsiness brought on by the whiskey and drugs. Ajay’s uncut cock swung proudly between his legs, pointing straight down towards the floor. The sight of his manhood, thick and veiny, brought a fresh wave of hunger to her lips. Tanzeer reached out, her hand shaky but determined, and grabbed Ajay's cock, pulling it back towards her through his legs. She took a moment to admire the pre-cum that glistened on the tip, a clear sign of his arousal.
Tanzeer's velvet-soft lips, painted a glossy maroon to match her sandals, parted hungrily around her young students stiff cock. She took him in, the tip first, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the taste of his precum. Her mouth was warm and wet, a stark contrast to the cold marble floor beneath Ajay’s knees. Her teeth grazed his shaft gently as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around his head in a motion that was both tender and depraved. Ajay’s body tensed, a low moan escaping his throat despite his best efforts to remain silent. He felt her hand grip his balls firmly, rolling them in her palm as she began to suck him with a fervor that could only come from a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
Tarannum’s eyes rolled back in her head as Ajay’s tongue dance around her clit, flicking and teasing it with a newfound skill. Her moans grew louder, her hand reaching down to grab the back of his neck, pushing him closer to her throbbing cunt. The feeling of his tongue on her sensitive flesh was heavenly, and she couldn’t help but buck her hips slightly to meet him, her sandals digging into the floor as she did so. Tanzeer’s mouth on his cock was like a warm, wet heaven, her tongue swirling around the head as she took him deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out with each bob.
Ajay’s tongue grew more insistent, pushing past the folds of her pussy to taste her deep within. He felt a rush of heat as he delved deeper, her walls tightening around his tongue, urging him to explore further. He obliged, his tongue pushing into her tight hole as far as it would go. Her taste was intoxicating, a mix of sweetness and musk that filled his mouth and made him feel like he was drowning in her essence. It was a taste that had once repulsed him, but now, it was a flavor he was gradually developing a taste for, a sign of his descent into their world of depravity.
As Ajay feasted on her, Tanzeer released his cock with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting it to her crimson lips. Her eyes never left Ajay's ass, her hand stroking his shaft with a gentle yet firm grip. With a sly smile, she leaned in and took his smooth, hairless balls into her mouth, sucking on them as if they were a piece of candy she hadn’t had in years. The sensation was overwhelming, his balls tightening as she drew them deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive skin, making him moan into Tarannum’s pussy.
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Tanzeer pulled away from his balls and began to trace the line of his ass crack with the tip of her tongue. Ajay’s body tensed, unsure of what to expect next. She took her time, savoring the taste of his sweat and precum, her toes in the sandals curling in anticipation. When she reached his tight anus, she paused, her tongue flicking against it tentatively. Ajay’s grip on Tarannum’s legs tightened as he felt the hot wetness of Tanzeer’s mouth closing around his asshole.
This was a first for Ajay, the uncharted territory of his body being explored by his social studies teacher. His mind raced with confusion and fear, but his body responded with an undeniable excitement. Tarannum’s moans grew louder, urging him to continue lick her pussy as Tanzeer’s tongue delved deeper into his ass, pushing past the barrier of his innocence. These two wanton, slutty teachers always had some new perversion up their sleeves, and he had become the unsuspecting pawn in their salacious game.
Tanzeer’s hand moved with a steady rhythm, fisting his cock with a confidence that spoke volumes of her experience with men. She was like a maestro conducting an orchestra of tossing the salad, her tongue flicking and probing Ajay’s tight anus with a hunger that was palpable in the air. The sensation was unbearably intimate, his body trembling with each stroke of her velvety tongue. She took her time, savoring the moment, her moan echoing through the room as she finally tasted the piquant flavor of his ass that she had been craving.
“Oonhhh, behad laziiz… uunnhh zayekedar gaand hai yaar teri?” Tanzeer groaned around Ajay's asshole, her tongue delving deeper into the tight, uncharted territory. Her words were slurred and dripping with lust, the vulgarity of her language a stark contrast to the sophisticated persona she maintained at college.
Tarannum looked at Tanzeer with a knowing smirk, her friend enthusiastically savoring the flavor of their young student’s ass, her own eyes heavily hooded with a mix of arousal and intoxication from potent cocktail of bourbon and the drugs. For years, Tarannum and her trio of equally promiscuous and depraved friends, Tanzeer, Nazia, and Iqra, had enjoyed indulging in licking each other's asses or anyone’s ass for that matter, relishing in the taboo flavor of shit. Yet, it was undeniably Tanzeer whose insatiable craving for this taboo surpassed them all, and she indulged in it with an unparalleled zest.
Indeed, it was a juicy little secret these four foxy women shared about Tanzeer that she was so fucking wild, she got her kicks from even drinking her own golden pee every damn day, no holds barred and she'd frequently play with her own butthole, getting that dirty finger all up in there before popping it into her mouth like it was coated in the sweetest, most taboo candy. Even her family and the other folks in their high society circle were clueless about this filthy habit of hers.
"Oh, now who's the actual chatori kutti here, Tanzeer begum?" Tarannum slurred, her speech thick with the potent mix of alcohol and drugs coursing through her veins. "Saali gaand-chatori, you're the one who can't get enough of the taste of a gaand, whether it's a boy’s, a woman's, or even your own… gaand ke najis zayke ke liye teri zuban hamesha luplupati rahti hai!” words were a taunt, a challenge thrown into the air like a gauntlet.
“Oh, fuck off with that shit, kamini haramzadi Tarannum!" Tanzeer slurred, her eyes glinting with a mix of boozy fire and mischief. She pulled her tongue out of Ajay's tight hole with a wet smack, giving it a little flick before wiping it on her hand. "Najis zayka? You're one to talk, saali bhadwi burchodi kuttiya! she shot back, Her eyes danced with defiance, the booze and drugs dissolving her inhibitions. “Tum teeno chut-maraani kuttiya, Iqra and Nazia, you all just don’t admit that you three love the taste of brown butter from a good ass as much as me!” Her words were slurred but the challenge in them was clear.
“Every time we get together, you bhadwi kuttiya.n are licking each other's assholes go crazy for those shit-covered dildos from our asses like it's a buffet, and now you act like I'm the only one?” Her voice was a mess, all thick with Bourbon and the drugs. “We all love that naughty and delicious “najis” zayka. It's just that I'm not afraid to proudly claim the title of gaand chatori, but you all are just as much into it as I am!"
Ajay’s tongue eagerly lapped at Tarannum's dripping snatch, savoring her sweet juices as he felt the electricity in the room and watched the situation unfold before him. The flirty banter between his two smoking hot teachers had taken a steamy turn, escalating into a full-blown, dirty-talking showdown. He figured their heightened aggression was a side effect of booze they'd guzzled down and the potent puffs of that chillum.
But what shook him to the core was the revelation of their shared love for the darkest, most perverted taste – that of shit. He recalled with a shiver how Tanzeer had willingly drank his piss in the bathroom just a few weeks prior. He felt his stomach churn at the thought of these women eagerly devouring the dirty asses, their tongues savoring the filth that no one else would dare to touch. The very thought of which made him want to gag.
It was a stark reality check to the glammed-up façade of the respectable teachers and socialites they presented to the outside world. He felt sick to his stomach, his mind racing with the thought of just how low these 'high-class' bitches could stoop for their depraved kicks. The room spun as he processed this revelation, his mind racing with the endless possibilities of their depravity. What other boundaries would they cross? What new heights of debasement awaited them?
Tarannum's voice, thick with desire and a hint of malicious amusement, snapped him back to the present. "Hey, Tanzeer, bhonsad-chudi kutti, why are you getting so worked up?" she moaned, her body trembling with the anticipation of her climax. Ajay felt her pussy tighten around his tongue, the sweetness of her juices becoming almost tangy with the tension in the air. "Of course, I love the taste of ass as much as you, and so do those two haramzadi kuttiyan, Nazia and Iqra," she giggled, her voice breathy and filled with pleasure. "It's piquant and and musky flavour is so damn erotic, like a naughty little aphrodisiac," she said, her words were a purr of agreement, a seductive admission that seemed to ease the tension in the room.
Tanzeer, seemingly mollified by Tarannum's lewd confession, rolled her eyes with a dramatic flair and feigned anger. “Bhonsdi-wali kamini kutti, you say things in a way that anyone would get upset!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying a hint of mock indignation that was almost playful. She playfully slapped Ajay's thigh before getting back to business, her hand wrapping around his rock-hard dick and giving it a good, slow tug. She went back to tossing Ajay's salad, her tongue delving deep as she licked his asshole with renewed enthusiasm. Her hand didn't miss a beat, continuing to pump Ajay's cock with a soft yet commanding touch as she tossed his salad with gusto.
Tarannum’s moans grew louder and more erratic, her hips bucking wildly as Ajay’s tongue worked its magic on her clit. Her sandal-clad foot around his neck pushed his head deeper into her cunt, the sound of his nose rubbing against her wet, swollen labia filling the room. Her hand gripped his hair tightly, pulling him closer, urging him to taste her even more. Her vulgar rantings grew incoherent, a mix of Urdu and English expletives that painted a vivid picture of the carnality that had overtaken her.
“Oh, fuck yes, Ajay, don’t stop bhonsadi-ke, keep licking that my chut, keep making your hot teacher cum!" she screamed, her body writhing in ecstasy. Tarannum was at the peak of excitement and pleasure, her body quivering with every flick of Ajay’s skilled tongue. The young boy was trained well, his tongue tracing intricate patterns on her swollen clit that sent shockwaves through her body. Her moans grew louder, turning into a crescendo of lewd curses and filth echoing through the opulent room, as she approached the precipice of climax.
The moment Tarannum’s orgasm hit, it was as if a dam had burst. Her juices spurted out in a powerful stream, drenching Ajay’s face and filling his mouth. Her body convulsed violently, her legs shaking uncontrollably as she held his head tightly against her crotch, grinding her clit into his mouth. Her sandal-clad foot on the floor stomped down hard on the marble, the clack of the heel resonating through the room, as if punctuating her animalistic screams of pleasure. The other sandal remained firmly pressed into the small of his back, keeping him in place like a trophy won in some twisted game of sexual domination. Ajay could feel the tremors of her climax as she squirted all over him, her hot liquid coating his cheeks and chin, mixing with the saliva that was already dripping from his mouth.
Ajay’s eyes watered from the sheer force of her orgasm, but he managed to keep his tongue flicking against her clit, lapping up the torrent of her pleasure. Despite his initial revulsion at the taste and smell, his body had grown accustomed to the harshness of her cum, the acrid flavor now a familiar part of his lessons with her. Tarannum’s screams grew higher, piercing through the air like the shattering of fine china, the sound of pure, unbridled lust that seemed to bounce off the walls of the opulent living room.
As the waves of her climax subsided, Tarannum slumped back on the sofa with a contented sigh, her head lolling back against the plush cushion. Her legs, still trembling from the intensity, were now spread wide with her sandal-covered feet planted firmly on the marble floor. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths, her eyes tightly shut as she reveled in the bliss that coursed through her body. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the only sound the clacking of their sandals as they moved against the cold tiles.
Tanzeer, her own desires piqued by the taste of Ajay's ass and the sight of Tarannum's shuddering release, took this moment of respite to crawl forward on all fours, her eyes gleaming with a feral hunger. Her sandals scbangd against the floor, leaving a trail of wanton desire in her wake. She reached Ajay's side, her breath ragged with excitement, and abruptly yanked his face away from Tarannum's sodden pussy toward hers. Without a second thought, she crushed her mouth against his, her tongue darting out to greedily taste the remnants of Tarannum's juices that coated his cheeks and chin.
The kiss was a wild, fervent tango of tongues, a fiery exchange of flavors that seemed to electrify the air around them. Ajay's eyes widened with shock as Tanzeer's mouth ravished his, plunging deep into the moist cavern of his mouth, as if insatiably seeking to capture every drop of Tarannum's cunt juice. He could feel her hunger, a carnivorous craving that was relentless in its ferocity, as she drew on his tongue with the voracity of a starved harlot eager to savor every trace of Tarannum’s nectar. The taste of his math teacher’s cum was still strong on his mouth, a potent reminder of the depraved act he had just performed, and now his social studies teacher was greedily devouring it, her eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and triumph.
Finally, once Tanzeer was satisfied, she tore her mouth away from Ajay’s with a wet pop. “Now, beta, it’s my turn for some fun, no?” she panted, her voice thick with desire and the slur of the alcohol. She gracefully climbed over the sofa, her agile body moving like a seasoned seductress despite the intoxication. She positioned herself on her knees, her face towards the back of the sofa, her hands braced on the cushions, and her ass high in the air like a shameless whore begging for a hard pounding.
“Come on mere sexy bacche and slide that big, juicy lund up my tight, mughlai gaand" Tanzeer purred, her her tone a seductive blend of urgency and command. She wiggled her ass in the air, the plump cheeks beckoning him closer, the cleft of her buttocks glistening with her own arousal. "I need that sweet mast-moosal uncut lund deep in my backdoor, baby," she coaxed, arching her back to show off her tempting target.
Tarannum lay there, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, looked over with wicked grin at Tanzeer, who was on all fours, her plump ass in the air. "Look at that, baby," she purred, her voice thick with lust. "Your slut social studies teacher is begging for your big jawan lund in her gaand, like a chhinal kuttiya!" She chuckled darkly. "Fuck her nawabi gaand like she's never been fucked before," Tarannum crooned, her voice a low purr of satisfaction. "Your gaand-maraani kamini teacher wants her ass reamed. Don't disappoint her. Give her the gaand-fucking of her life and show her how well I have trained you!" She chuckled, her eyes glinting with a mischievous spark.
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