06-12-2025, 08:54 PM
Update 27:
Ajay, who was still kneeling at Tarannum’s high-heeled feet, felt his cock throb with a mix of fear and excitement. He knew what was expected of him next. He had been there before, but every time was like a new initiation into the twisted world of his teachers’ desires. He took a deep breath and stood up, his knees wobbly, as he positioned himself behind Tanzeer's plump ass. Tanzeer looked over her shoulder, her eyes glinting with the same hunger that had just been sated by Ajay's mouth. "Don't be shy, mere madarchod bacche," she cooed, her voice dripping with inebriated sensuality. "You have no idea how much I crave that young, stiff dick in my ass." Her words were like a siren's song, guiding him closer, her cheeks spread wide and inviting.
But as Ajay stared down at the puckered star of her anus, he felt a moment of doubt. Tarannum must have sensed it because she leaned forward, her own desire not yet sated, and spat a healthy glob of her saliva into the funnel-shaped opening of Tanzeer’s well-used ass. onto the tight opening. The sound was obscene, wet and sticky, and Ajay watched with a mix of fascination and dread as Tarannum took her index and middle fingers and began to work them in and out of Tanzeer's ass, spreading the saliva around, lubricating the tight hole for his cock. Tarannum's eyes never left Ajay's, a silent challenge and encouragement, as she stretched Tanzeer's anus open.
With a wicked smirk, Tarannum reached down and took Ajay’s uncut, rock-hard cock in her hand, slick with the saliva she had just used to prepare Tanzeer. She began to stroke him gently, her thumb rubbing the head of his penis in slow, deliberate circles. "Look at your cock, Ajay," she murmured, her voice a silky whisper of temptation. "It's so hard, so ready to be buried in this chhinal kuttiya’s chudakkadi gaand." She brought her hand to her mouth, her teeth grazing the back of her knuckles before she spat into her palm and wrapped it around his shaft again, her eyes never leaving his.
Her hand was a blur of motion as she stroked him, her expert touch coating his cock in a slick film of spit. She guided the tip of his cock to the gaping hole of Tanzeer's asshole, which quivered in anticipation. "Now, darling," she urged, her voice thick with lust. "Push it all in, in one hard thrust. Give her what she's begging for."
Ajay took a shaky breath and did as instructed. He slammed into Tanzeer’s mughlai gaand with the force of a storm, feeling her body jolt forward with the impact. His uncut cock, which had never felt so big or powerful before, slid into the warm, welcoming abyss of her well-used ass without much resistance. Tarannum's saliva provided ample lubrication, and Tanzeer's anus, accustomed to years of penetration by diverse cock sizes and dildos, had made Tanzeer’s tight sphincter yield to his girth with surprising ease, the muscles clenching around his shaft like a glove.
Tarannum, not one to be left out, scooted closer to the duo, her own desire flaming brighter with every passing moment. With a sinful grace, she slid her lower body under Tanzeer’s kneeling form. Her upper body rested on the plush rear cushions of the sofa, her breasts jutting out as if offering themselves to Tanzeer, who was now face to face with the bountiful mounds of flesh. Tarannum’s ass cheeks were digging into the edge of the sofa, just near the knees of Tanzeer and her own knees bent in the air, her legs spread wide, with her feet in high heeled sandals dangling over the side, lightly brushing against Ajay's bare buttocks and thighs.
Tarannum placed her hands on either side of Tanzeer’s cheeks and gently pulled her face towards hers, tilting it up. Their eyes locked for a moment, a silent communication passing between them that was as intimate as the act they were performing. Then, without warning, Tarannum crushed her mouth against Tanzeer’s, their tongues clashing in a passionate dance of desire. The kiss was fiery, filled with the heat of their shared lust and the flavor of their depravity. Tanzeer's moans were swallowed by Tarannum’s eager mouth, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to crescendo with each stroke of Ajay’s cock in her ass.
Ajay’s hips pistoned into Tanzeer’s willing body, the sound of skin slapping against skin punctuating the air like a bass beat in a raunchy love song. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a guttural groan that seemed to resonate through her very core as Ajay’s thick, uncut cock stretched her tight asshole to its limits. Each thrust was a delicious intrusion, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her like a wildfire out of control. Her walls clung to him like a second skin, the warm embrace of her anal cavity pulsing around his length with every plunge.
The kiss with Tarannum was a maelstrom of passion, a fiery exchange that seemed to fuel the fire burning in her loins. Her moans were muffled by Tarannum’s hungry mouth, their tongues dancing together in a rhythmic cadence that matched the tempo of Ajay’s thrusts. Tarannum’s teeth grazed her lower lip, sending sparks of pain and pleasure shooting through her, mingling with the sensation of Ajay’s cock hammering into her ass. Each thrust was a symphony of sensation, her asshole stretching to accommodate the thick, unyielding length that invaded her so deeply.
With a sloppy break from Tarannum's lips, Tanzeer's eyes rolled back, fuck-hazed. "Fuckin' A, Ajay, you're a fuckin' stud!" she breathed heavily, her words slurred drunkenly, a mix of alcohol and cocaine-induced euphoria. "Pound me harder, baby, like the chudakkad chhinal I am!" her words barely coherent amidst her drunken haze. The walls of the room seemed to quiver with the raunchy symphony of their depravity—slapping sounds of skin meeting skin and Tanzeer's guttural groans of pleasure.
Her features contorted into a mask of pure, animalistic lust, Tanzeer’s moans grew increasingly ragged, each one a profane declaration of her carnality. "Tarannum, saali awara kutti ki aulaad, where'd ya find this little fuckin' stud?" she exclaimed, her voice hoarse from her cries. "His uncut monster lauda is wreckin' me like nothin' I've ever felt, I fucking love it!" Her words were a stream of profanity and praise, a verbal tapestry of their illicit rendezvous.
"Fuck, fuck, yes!" she screamed, her voice hoarse from the effort. "Thank you, thank you for bringing this shaandaar jannati-lauda into my life!" Her words were like a sexy, slurred mess, each one dirtier than the last.
Ajay, barely third her age, hammered away with the strength of a man twice his years. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," Tanzeer grunted, feeling the full force of his youthful vigor. "You're making me feel like a teen slut again!"
Tarannum, equally intoxicated and eager, had her hands tangled in Tanzeer's thick mane, pulling and massaging as Ajay's thrusts grew more powerful. She chuckled, her own voice thick with desire. "Fuck yeah, chudaasi kutti," she murmured into Tanzeer's ear, "You're taking that cock like a fucking chudakkadi raand!"
Tanzeer's eyes snapped open, glaring at Tarannum with a mix of anger and lust. "I'm not a raand," she snarled, "I'm a fucking malika-e-aazam and he's my toy to use as I please!"
The room was a symphony of obscene noises: the wet slap of flesh on flesh, the animalistic grunts of pure lust, and the coarse language of two mature women reveling in the conquest of a boy barely out of his childhood. Tanzeer’s ass cheeks jiggled with every forceful thrust from Ajay, the sound echoing through the opulent walls of Tarannum’s house.
Ajay’s eyes were wide with a mix of horror and arousal as he stared down at the sight of his own cock disappearing and reappearing in the tight, dark abyss of his teacher’s asshole. He felt the warm embrace of Tanzeer’s ass as it painfully squeezed him tight, her muscles contracting around his shaft like a vise.
Tarannum watched with a smug smile as Ajay’s body took over, his hips moving almost of their own accord, driving his cock into the depths of Tanzeer’s bowels with a ferocity that surprised even her. The young boy had become a man in front of their eyes, a creature of pure lust, and it was a sight that brought her immense satisfaction.
Ajay’s eyes rolled back in his head, lost in the overwhelming waves of pleasure that crashed through his body. His hips bucked and jerked almost uncontrollably, his cock plunging into the warm, velvet embrace of Tanzeer’s ass like it was coming home to a welcoming hearth after a long journey. The feeling was indescribable, a heady mix of taboo and exhilaration that made his blood sing and his heart race. He could feel the tightness of her asshole around him, the way it clenched and spasmed with every thrust, as if trying to devour him whole.
In that moment, he felt a strange sense of belonging, as if he had been born to serve these insatiable women. The guilt and fear of the situation had morphed into something more primal, a deep-seated need to satisfy their desires, to be the instrument of their pleasure. His body responded with an enthusiasm that surprised even him, his hips moving with the same rhythmic fervor as if he had been doing this for years. He was their plaything, their fuck doll, and he found himself not just accepting that, but craving it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Tanzeer chanted, her voice a symphony of filth. "Ajay, you're fucking ruining me," she whispered, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Keep going harder, faster," she begged, her voice a raspy plea. "Your cock is a fucking gift from AlIah," she murmured, her words interspersed with gasps and curses.
With each pump, Tanzeer's vocabulary grew more crude, more primitive. "Oh, oh, oh, fuck me, baby, fuck me hard," she chanted, her voice a desperate mantra. "Your uncut cock is like a fucking hammer, I can't take it," she moaned, her words barely coherent through the haze of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she threw it back, her ass slapping against Ajay’s pelvis with every thrust.
Tarannum watched with a greedy smile, her own fingers playing with her clit as she felt the vibrations of Tanzeer's pleasure. "Keep going," she urged, her own need growing with every passing moment. "Show her how well I've taught you to fuck, my sweet little baccha." The words hung in the air, a dark incantation that seemed to echo the pounding rhythm of Ajay’s cock in Tanzeer’s ass.
Tanzeer's eyes rolled back, her body arching and her toes curling in her high-heeled sandals as she neared climax. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, a string of obscenities that were as much a part of the room's ambiance as the smell of sex and whiskey. "Fuck, fuck, oh AIIah," she chanted, her voice a hoarse crescendo of pleasure that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house.
Meanwhile, Tarannum's own passion was reaching a fever pitch. Her hand moved between her legs, her fingers working feverishly at her clit as she watched Ajay pound Tanzeer’s ass. She leaned in closer, her chest heaving, her own desire threatening to consume her. With another hand, she grabbed Tanzeer’s behind the neck and shoved her face into her voluptuous boobs, smothering her with those ample mounds of flesh. "Fuck, fuck, oh khuda," she chanted, her voice a guttural moan of pleasure.
Tanzeer’s moans grew muffled as her face was buried in Tarannum’s cleavage, the sounds of her pleasure lost in the softness of her tits. Her body began to shudder uncontrollably as her orgasm approached like a freight train, her ass clamping down on Ajay’s cock with the strength of a vice. Ajay could feel the tightness of her asshole pulsing around him, the walls contracting in waves of ecstasy that sent shivers down his spine. His own orgasm was building, a pressure that threatened to blow the top of his head off as he watched the two women in front of him.
Tarannum’s breath grew ragged as she stroked herself, her eyes locked on the sight of Ajay’s cock disappearing into the abyss of Tanzeer’s asshole. Her fingers moved in a blur, her hips bucking upward to meet Ajay’s every thrust, her own orgasm building like a crescendo in a symphony of sin. "Fuck, fuck, yes, yes," she moaned, her voice rising in pitch and volume, a siren’s call of lust that seemed to fill the room.
With a final, guttural grunt, Tarannum’s body arched off the sofa, her back bowing like a drawn bow as her orgasm ripped through her like wildfire. She threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut, and let out a scream of pleasure that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. Her pussy clenched around her own fingers, juices spurting out like a geyser.
Tanzeer wasn't far behind. With a final, desperate moan, she felt the orgasm crash over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed around Ajay's cock, her ass muscles clamping down on him like a vise. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a white-hot explosion of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. She came with a force that left her trembling and weak, her legs threatening to give out beneath her.
But Ajay didn't stop. Driven by the combined forces of his own desire and the depraved tutelage of the women he had once revered, he continued to pound into her, his hips moving with the unbridled power of a stallion in heat. Tarannum watched, her own hand still working feverishly between her legs, her eyes glazed over with lust as she took in the sight of Ajay's young body in the throes of passion.
Ajay's youthful hips bucked as he could feel the inevitable climax building within him. The tightness of Tanzeer’s ass was like a vice grip around his cock, urging him closer to the edge of oblivion. With a muffled grunt, he gave in to the primal urge, his cock spasming as ropes of hot, sticky cum shot into his wanton teacher's ass. His eyes squeezed shut, and his head fell back, mouth open in silent ecstasy as his body was racked. The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that he thought for a moment that he might pass out. His legs trembled, and his vision swam as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. with the force of his orgasm.
Tanzeer’s moan grew louder, her body shuddering with the force of her own climax. "Oh, oh, oh," she panted, her voice thick with lust. "Your hot cum feels so good in my ass, Ajay," she said, her voice a gruff whisper. "Fuck, you're filling me up like a little bull," she added with a grin, the vulgarity rolling off her tongue with ease.
Ajay's legs felt like jelly, his knees threatening to buckle under the weight of his own depravity. But as usual, his young cock remained as hard as a rock, even after the intense release of his cum into Tanzeer's tight, used-up asshole. It was a stamina that these raunchy teachers craved in their perverse escapades—the never-ending well of youthful lust that seemed to flow from the teenage boys they so shamelessly pursued. Ajay's ability to remain rock-hard post-orgasm had not gone unnoticed by Tarannum. It was a trait she had discovered in the initial stages of her twisted mentorship, and one that she had eagerly exploited to the fullest extent.
The room was a cacophony of ragged breaths and the sweet stench of sex. Ajay's eyes, glazed with exhaustion, met Tarannum's gaze. Her pupils were dilated, her eyes gleaming with an insatiable hunger that hadn't waned. Her gaze remained transfixed on his cock, still buried in Tanzeer's asshole. The sight of his teacher's face, a picture of rapture, was a stark reminder of the carnivorous desires that had consumed her.
Tarannum's thoughts raced ahead to the kinky act she had planned next. She was eager to get her mouth around Ajay's cock, fresh from Tanzeer's asshole, smeared with her friend's shit. The thought of tasting the forbidden cocktail of pleasure and filth had her mouth watering like a bitch in heat. But little did she know, Tanzeer had an even kinkier plot cooking up in her dirty, perverted mind.
When Tanzeer felt the last spasms of Ajay’s cock inside her, she knew he was about to pull out. But she had other plans. "Stop," she ordered, her voice still hoarse from her screams. "Keep it in," she demanded, looking directly at Tarannum, a glint of something unspoken passing between them. Ajay, spent and obedient, remained still, his cock buried in the warm, tight confines of Tanzeer’s ass.
Tarannum's eyes widened slightly, a questioning look crossing her face as Tanzeer’s mischievous smile grew. "What now, you dirty whore?" she thought, intrigued by the sudden twist in their depraved script.
Tanzeer chuckled, her voice thick with satisfaction and a hint of something darker. "I know what you were thinking," she said, her eyes glinting with a wicked light. "You wanted to taste my mughlai brown butter, didn't you?" Her slurring words were a sultry taunt, a knowing wink in the form of a question.
Tarannum's eyes narrowed, and she felt a thrill run through her. The wanton teachers had a knack for pushing each other's boundaries, and Tanzeer had just upped the ante. "Fresh royal champagne along with brown butter," Tanzeer repeated with a sly smile, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Tarannum knew exactly what Tanzeer had in mind. The look on her face was unmistakable—it was the same look she had worn countless times before when they had pushed the boundaries of their own twisted desires. "You are the kinkiest slut in our group," she slurred, her voice thick and unsteady from whisky and drugs. Her eyes never left Ajay's still-throbbing cock, buried in the warm, sticky depths of her friend's asshole.
Tanzeer burst out giggling, her words all slurred and tipsy. “You think I don’t know you, Tarannum? You're just as kinky as me. I can see it in your eyes, you're already drooling to taste that special royal drink from my ass.” She winked at Tarannum, her own lust-filled eyes glinting with mischief.
Ajay, still impaled in Tanzeer's ass, was utterly confused by their crude banter. His mind was racing, trying to make sense of what was happening. Tanzeer looked back at him with a drunken leer, her pupils dilated and her eyes gleaming with a hunger that went beyond the physical. She reached back and slapped her own ass, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "Go on, bachche," she slurred, her words thick with lust and whiskey. "Piss in me, I want to feel that warm stream fill my ass up."
The room spun around Ajay as the reality of the situation hit him. Tanzeer’s ass was still clamped around his cock, and now she was asking him to do something he had never even considered in his wildest dreams. His mind was a tornado of confusion, fear, and a weird, twisted arousal that had become all too familiar in the presence of these two deranged teachers.
“B..but but ma’m how.. how can I?” Ajay’s voice trembled, his cock still lodged deep within the clutches of Tanzeer’s ass. He looked to Tarannum for guidance, his eyes wide with fear and confusion.
Tarannum, her own arousal barely contained, slurred out her instructions to Ajay, her words a mix of encouragement and command. "Don't worry, baccha," she said, her voice thick with whiskey and drugs. "Just pee in your gaand-maraani teacher's ass." Her words were like a serpent's hiss, slipping into Ajay's ears and wrapping themselves around his thoughts.
Ajay, still in a daze, began to slowly release his stream of pee into Tanzeer's asshole. The sensation was strange, and his mind was a whirlwind of emotions—disgust, fear, and an uncomfortable, growing arousal. Tanzeer, on the other hand, reveled in the taboo act. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, and she moaned deeply as she felt the warm liquid fill her up from the inside. "Mmmm," she sighed, her voice a hoarse whisper that seemed to resonate through the very walls of the room.
Moaning deeply, Tanzeer's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as the warm stream of Ajay’s urine filled her up, the sensation was driving her wild with pleasure. Her moans grew louder and more desperate. "Ummm...unnnh," she slurred, her voice a mix of pleasure and drunkenness. "Tarannum, you dirty slut, get… get a... a fucking pitcher or… or something," she managed to say between breaths, her words slurred and sloppy.
Tarannum, her own excitement palpable, giggled in agreement, her head nodding in a drunken rhythm. She slithered off the sofa, her body moving with the grace of a serpent that had just tasted forbidden fruit. Her steps were unsteady and staggering as she made her way to the kitchen. Her high-heeled sandals clacked against the cold marble floor, echoing through the hallway like the beat of a lewd drum. The alcohol and drugs had made her movements erratic, but the thrill of the situation kept her on her toes. She was like a kid in a candy store, eager to get her hands on the next perverse treat.
“Uunnh, fuck, yes, Ajay, keep going," Tanzeer groaned, her eyes squeezed shut in rapture as she felt the pressure of Ajay’s urine filling her up. She could feel her bowels stretching to accommodate the warm, golden stream, the sensation sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body like a storm surging through a canyon. Her hand reached under her, finding her own clean-shaven pussy, and she began to rub it vigorously, her fingers slipping in and out of herself as if she were lost in a feverish dream.
Tarannum stumbled back into the room, her chocolate brown high-heeled sandals wobbling precariously with every step. In her hand, she held an empty crystal glass pitcher, the kind that was usually reserved for serving beverages at sophisticated gatherings. But tonight, it would serve a very different purpose.
She placed the pitcher down with a thud on the coffee table, her eyes glinting with excitement. The sight of the quarter-filled glass of Jack Daniel caught her eye, a relic from the evening's earlier debauchery. Without a moment's hesitation, she picked it up and downed the amber liquid in one swift motion, savoring the fiery burn as it slid down her throat. The whiskey's potent warmth spread through her veins, rekindling the embers of lust that had never truly faded.
With renewed vigor, she flopped onto the sofa next to the kneeling Tanzeer. The couch cushions groaned under her weight, and she leaned in closer to Tanzeer's ass, where Ajay's cock was still embedded in the warm, tight embrace of her rectum. She inhaled deeply, savoring the faint aroma of piss. It was an intoxicating bouquet that made Tarannum's mouth water.
Her eyes never leaving the obscene sight, Tarannum reached out a hand and began to gently caress Ajay's boyish ass. Her fingertips traced the contours of his muscles, the soft skin still flushed from the exertion of the evening's events. The feel of him under her touch was electrifying, a potent reminder of the power she wielded over this young, innocent boy.
Tanzeer's moans grew more insistent, her body writhing with pleasure as Ajay's urine continued to fill her up. The sound of her friend’s voice, thick with desire, was like a siren's call to Tarannum's own perverse desires. She felt a twinge of envy, a gnawing need to experience the same degrading pleasure that her friend was so obviously enjoying. "Soon," she thought to herself, her mind racing with the possibilities of what she could do with this eager little toy.
When Tanzeer finally felt that Ajay’s stream had ceased, she let out a deep, satisfied whimper. She could feel her rectum stretched to the brink, filled to the absolute maximum with the warm, golden liquid. Her body trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure, and she knew she had pushed the boundaries of her depravity further than ever before. She took a deep breath and spoke through gritted teeth, her voice thick with need, "Now, baccha, pull it out slowly," she instructed him, her eyes still rolled back in pleasure.
Tarannum took the cue with a wicked smile, her eyes never leaving the spot where Ajay's cock was still lodged inside Tanzeer's stretched asshole. She swiftly picked up the crystal pitcher from the coffee table, her movements surprisingly steady despite the haze of alcohol and drugs that clouded her judgment. With a grace that belied her inebriated state, she maneuvered herself into a position where she squatted on the floor, holding the pitcher directly under Tanzeer's ass, ready to catch the golden prize that was about to be released.
Ajay, his legs still shaking from the intensity of the act, did as he was told. He gently withdrew his cock from Tanzeer’s asshole, and a trickle of urine followed, cascading into the crystal pitcher that Tarannum held with a tremble of anticipation. The sight of it filled Tarannum with a dark excitement, her eyes never leaving the flow as it swirled in the crystal container.
Tarannum's gaze was transfixed by Ajay's semi-erect penis, now glistening with the remnants of his urine. The sight of his youthful, glistening cock filled her with an animalistic craving, her eyes devouring every inch of him as if he were a delectable treat laid out for her to feast on.
Tanzeer, still on her knees, took a deep, shaky breath, feeling the warmth of the urine inside her. The sensation was exquisite, a perverse delight that she hadn't felt in quite some time. She felt like a bloated tick, filled to bursting with the piss of her young, obedient toy. “Uummm...yes," she moaned, her voice a low, guttural growl that seemed to come from the very depths of her soul. "So good...so fucking good."
With a wicked grin, she began to wobble her ass slightly, the muscles in her ass globes rippling like the waves of a stormy sea. It was as if she was mixing and churning the contents of her rectum with Ajay's piss, savoring every drop of the golden nectar. Each wobble sent a new wave of pleasure through her body, and she could feel her insides quiver with every little movement. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a series of low, guttural moans that seemed to come from the very core of her being. The sight of Tanzeer's ass moving in such an obscene way made Tarannum's pussy throb with need, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot against the cool skin of Tanzeer's ass globes.
"Now, saali kamini randi," Tarannum whispered, her voice thick with desire, "let go of that sweet cocktail you've been holding in." Her eyes gleamed with anticipation and she watched with rapt attention as Tanzeer's asshole quivered, the muscles working to release the contents.
Tanzeer deliberately wiggled her ass one final time, her body writhing in a silent crescendo of pleasure as she savored the feeling of warm piss swirling in her bowels. Her eyes rolled back in pure bliss, and a soft, satisfied sigh escaped her lips. The sight was nothing short of repulsive for Ajay, his stomach lurching as he realized the depths of depravity his drunk teachers had led him into. These women, who were supposed to be his guides, his mentors, had turned into monstrous creatures of lust, indulging in the most kinky and perverse acts right before his eyes.
With a final shudder, Tanzeer shifted her posture on the sofa, straightening her back a bit while keeping her hands firmly on the top of the sofa's back. Her ass now faced the floor, rather than pointing up in the air. Tarannum, her eyes alight with perverse excitement, swiftly adjusted the crystal pitcher's position, holding it steadily right beneath Tanzeer's ass as the first trickles of urine began to flow.
The piss was murky and golden brown, a disgusting blend of Ajay's cum and Tanzeer's shit, as it began to flow steadily into the crystal pitcher held by Tarannum. The tiny solid bits of shit were also oozing out along with the murky stream. These little brown nuggets looked like golden raisins bobbing in a foul soup in the crystal glass pitcher. This grotesque spectacle only served to stir Tarannum's lustful hunger, and she couldn't resist the urge to lick her lips in anticipation, her eyes gleaming with an impish delight.
Ajay face paled and he felt a wave of revulsion wash over him, his stomach churning as he watched the pitcher fill with the vile concoction. His cock, now limp and coated in the foul mixture, hung between his legs, a stark contrast to the proud, erect member that had been there moments before.
Once the torrent of urine had ceased, Tanzeer applied one last, intentional shove. With her sphincter muscles stretched to their limits, she managed to release a trickle of pee, accompanied by the faint sound of farting. Then, with a series of sputters, a lemon-sized turd slithered out of her gaping asshole, plopping into the pitcher with a wet, obscene sound.
Tarannum squealed with drunken excitement, her eyes lighting up like a child's on her birthday. "Look at that, you super slut!" she exclaimed, her speech still slurred from the whiskey and drugs. "You’ve just dropped the delicious gulab jamun from your ass in this pitcher!" She giggled uncontrollably, her eyes glinting with a manic energy that seemed to be fueled by the depravity of the moment. The crystal pitcher in her hand was now half-filled with the murky, brownish piss, a grotesque concoction that seemed to excite her more than any gourmet dessert ever could.
Before Tanzeer could even think about moving, Tarannum's lips were on her asshole, eagerly sucking and licking. Her tongue darted in and out, cleaning the remnants of piss and shit with a hunger that was almost frightening.
"Uunnhh bhonsdi waali kuttiya," Tanzeer gasped, "you...you're such a gaand-chatori." She giggled, the sound a mix of delight and disbelief. "Look at you, licking my shitty ass like it's a fucking sheer-khurma, and you've got the whole pitcher of the same stuff right there in your hands," she said, her words slurred and sloppy, as if she could barely believe the depravity of the moment.
Tanzeer reached behind her to pat Tarannum's head, her fingers tangling in the other woman's hair as if she were a pet eager for a treat. "That's enough now, slut," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Let me sit."
With surprising agility, she twisted her body around, the couch groaning with the sudden shift in weight. She sat down heavily on the edge of the sofa, her legs splayed wide, her asshole still open and glistening from the recent invasion. Her eyes locked onto the crystal pitcher in Tarannum’s hands, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she watched the murky piss and the brown nuggets of her own shit floating within.
Her gaze shifted to Ajay, whose cock was still glistening with a sheen of urine and her own shit. Tanzeer’s glazed, heavily intoxicated eyes sparkled with a twisted excitement that could only come from the darkest, most depraved depths of human desire. She beckoned him closer with a crooked finger. "C'mere, mere pyare bacche… come close to your ma'am." she said, her words slurred and dripping with lust. Tarannum was equally fixated on the crystal pitcher, her nose buried in the foul odor emanating from it. She took a deep, lingering inhale, savoring the scent like it was the finest perfume.
Ajay, feeling a mix of fear, confusion and a gut-churning discomfort, took a tentative step towards her. Tanzeer leaned over the sofa's edge, her breasts dangling like party favors, and took his half-chubbed dick in her mouth. Her tongue flickered against his shaft, tasting the nasty blend of piss and shit.. She hummed with pleasure, her eyes never leaving his, as she began to clean him off. The feeling of her warm, wet mouth on his sensitive skin was a stark contrast to the coldness of his own horror.
It took less than a minute for Tanzeer to lick him clean, her tongue lapping up the last remnants of their perverse act with the enthusiasm of a cat with a bowl of milk. She pulled away from him, and smacked her lips together with a sound that echoed through the room. "Mmm," she murmured, her eyes glinting with a crazed hunger. She took the fancy crystal pitcher from Tarannum's hands and brought it to her nose, inhaling deeply, as if savoring the best cologne and love potion combined. The aroma was a heady mix of piss and shit, a bouquet that seemed to have been tailored to the very depths of her depraved soul. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and a shiver ran through her body, as if she had just snorted a line of pure ecstasy.
"Uummm, look at that madarchodi," Tarannum cooed in a slurred voice, her eyes gleaming with a perverse excitement. "It's like you've churned out the most heavenly potent ass-shake, Tanzeer," she said, using the most vulgar vernacular she could summon. "It looks like a fucking golden lassi with a dollop of chocolate butter," she continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that was thick with lust. "I can't believe it's been so long since I had a taste of this lazeez, zaiqedar drink," she purred, her eyes never leaving the crystal pitcher that now contained the foul mixture of Ajay's cum, his piss, and Tanzeer's shit.
The room spun around Ajay as he heard Tarannum's words, the reality of their intentions slapping him across the face like a wet rag soaked in the very essence of their depravity. He knew they were a couple of twisted freaks, but this? This was beyond anything he could have ever imagined. He retched loudly, his stomach revolting against the thought of what they were about to do with the disgusting brew in the crystal pitcher.
Tanzeer giggled slightly at his reaction, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. "Aww, poor boy," she said, her voice thick with patronizing concern. "I know it's not for faint hearts," she added, her mouth curling into a smug smile. Her eyes never left the crystal pitcher, the murky contents of which seemed to be the source of her rekindled arousal.
Tarannum, too, couldn't help but smirk at Ajay's visible discomfort. "If you need some fresh air, or perhaps some time to...refresh," she suggested, her slurred voice dripping with patronizing sweetness, "Why don't you go to the bedroom, or maybe wash up in the bathroom?" She nodded towards the hallway, her smile widening to reveal a hint of malice. "We'll come join you in a bit, after we've had our little...snack," she added, her eyes flickering to the crystal pitcher in Tanzeer's hands.
The words were like a lifeline thrown to a drowning man. Ajay felt a surge of gratitude towards Tarannum for offering him a reprieve from having to witness his teachers indulging in gut-wrenching acts of depravity. There was something in the way Tarannum said it, something that made him feel strangely comforted, as if she were truly looking out for his well-being. He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, and murmured, barely over a whisper, "Thank you, ma'am." He tried to keep his voice steady, but the tremble in his chest was evident, a betrayal of the nausea that threatened to overwhelm him.
Feeling utterly overwhelmed, Ajay took the opportunity to escape. He stumbled away from them, his legs feeling like jelly, and made his way down the hallway, the walls of which were were adorned with holy images and Arabic verses from the Quran. The spiritual imagery and the educational certificates and awards presented a façade of virtue and pedagogical prowess, yet beneath the surface, her character was a stark contrast. Her insatiable sexual appetite defined her existence, and she had no qualms about indulging in perverse acts with anyone, even extending to her unsuspecting and innocent teenage pupils, who looked up to her as a mentor.
Each step he took away from the living room felt like a step closer to sanity, but the stench of their perversity clung to him like a second skin, making him feel dirty and defiled. He tried to control the bile rising in his throat, focusing on the comforting familiarity of his teacher's bedroom ahead. The room, where he had been drawn into Tarannum's twisted web of lust over the past few months, was now bathed in the soft, natural glow of early evening sunlight that filtered through the sheer curtains, illuminating the plush, velvet bedspread and the array of silk pillows scattered across the king-sized bed. The clerestory windows high above allowed the last rays of sunlight to to peek in, as if even the sun was too shy to fully illuminate the sins that had been committed beneath its gaze.
Ajay stumbled into the en suite bathroom, the marble floor cold under his bare feet, and shut the door with a gentle click. The sound of the lock sliding into place was a small comfort, a temporary barrier against the chaos outside. He approached the gleaming vanity, the reflection in the mirror showing a boy who looked haunted by the carnality of the evening. He turned on the faucet, the water running clear and cool, and let it wash over his trembling hands, trying to scrub away the grime of his teachers' depravity.
The same bathroom where Tanzeer had made him urinate in her mouth just a few weeks ago, revealing the true extent of her perversion, now felt like a sanctuary. He remembered that night, the way her eyes had lit up with excitement, the way she had swallowed his piss with a hungry gulp, as if it were the most delicious drink she had ever tasted. It was there that Ajay had first glimpsed the monster lurking beneath her respectable teacher's façade. The room's opulence, with its gold fixtures and plush towels, seemed almost garishly out of place against the backdrop of his tumultuous emotions.
He leaned over the vanity, the cool marble pressing into his palms as he splashed water onto his face, trying to drown out the sounds of their lewd whispers and the cacophony of his own thoughts. Ajai looked into the mirror, the water droplets clinging to his lashes and nose, distorting his reflection into a blurry mess of fear and confusion. The boy looking back at him was no longer the innocent prodigy he had been when this all began; he had been irrevocably changed by these depraved women.
Ajay wiped his face with the soft luxurious towel and then wet half of it it under the faucet. He brought it down to his trembling thighs, the fabric feeling cool and soothing against his sticky, sweaty skin. He gently cleaned his cock, which was still half-erect, and his thighs, which were sticky with the remnants of the evening's debauchery. The coldness of the wet towel helped him feel a semblance of purity, but the scent of their depravity lingered in the air, a reminder of what had just transpired. He scrubbed harder, as if trying to erase the very memory of their actions.
With a deep breath, he stepped out of the bathroom, his eyes immediately drawn to the king-sized bed that dominated the room. It was a sea of silk in a deep, rich shade of torqoise, a stark contrast to the pristine white marble floors and walls. The sight of it sent a shiver down his spine, a silent reminder of the countless times he had lain on it, his body used as a plaything for Tarannum's insatiable lust. He walked to the bed and lay down, his bare skin sliding against the cool, smooth fabric. His clothes remained in the living room, and he knew from experience that it was futile to bother with them now because these horny, sex-crazed, pervert teachers were like ravenous beasts and they were not done with him for the evening.
The past few weeks had indeed been a whirlwind of emotions for Ajay. Despite the initial fear and revulsion, there was an undeniable thrill that had started to bloom within him with each encounter. Their sultry whispers, the way they touched him, the heat of their bodies, all of it had begun to feel intoxicating, even as his conscience screamed for him to run away. But every time his mind tried to resist, his body betrayed him, responding with an enthusiasm that his mind could not comprehend. His cock grew hard under the gentle stroking of their skilled hands, their kisses leaving him breathless and his mind spinning with confusion.
What Ajay found most repulsive and feared the most were the kinky, perverted actions that these libidinous teachers reveled in, like involving in golden showers and scat play. The very thought of their depravity was like a dark cloud looming over his innocence, threatening to swallow him whole. The way they reveled in the most base bodily functions, turning them into a twisted symphony of pleasure, filled him with a visceral disgust that made his stomach churn. It was as if they were insatiable in their quest for new, more degrading acts to perform, each one more vile than the last. The anticipation of what they might come up with next was a constant source of anxiety for him, a dread that lurked in the pit of his stomach like a malevolent presence, waiting to unleash its foulness upon him.
Yet, amidst all this horror, there was one peculiar aspect of their kinks that his body seemed to respond to with an unexpected enthusiasm. The sight of their feet, adorned in those elegant, high-heeled sandals, and the sound of their sandals clacking on the floor as they approached, filled him with a strange mix of fear and excitement. It was as if his very soul was torn between the urge to flee and the need to submit. The sharp, authoritative sound of their sandals was a siren's call that his body seemed to crave, a reminder of their dominance that his young, inexperienced mind could not resist.
As Ajay lay naked on the bed with his head on a plush pillow, the exhaustion of the evening's depravity washed over him like a tidal wave, and within minutes, his eyelids grew heavy. The soft whispers of the silk sheets against his skin lulled him into a fitful slumber, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of his situation. His mind desperately sought refuge in the oblivion of sleep, eager to escape the torrent of emotions that swirled within him.
Ajay, who was still kneeling at Tarannum’s high-heeled feet, felt his cock throb with a mix of fear and excitement. He knew what was expected of him next. He had been there before, but every time was like a new initiation into the twisted world of his teachers’ desires. He took a deep breath and stood up, his knees wobbly, as he positioned himself behind Tanzeer's plump ass. Tanzeer looked over her shoulder, her eyes glinting with the same hunger that had just been sated by Ajay's mouth. "Don't be shy, mere madarchod bacche," she cooed, her voice dripping with inebriated sensuality. "You have no idea how much I crave that young, stiff dick in my ass." Her words were like a siren's song, guiding him closer, her cheeks spread wide and inviting.
But as Ajay stared down at the puckered star of her anus, he felt a moment of doubt. Tarannum must have sensed it because she leaned forward, her own desire not yet sated, and spat a healthy glob of her saliva into the funnel-shaped opening of Tanzeer’s well-used ass. onto the tight opening. The sound was obscene, wet and sticky, and Ajay watched with a mix of fascination and dread as Tarannum took her index and middle fingers and began to work them in and out of Tanzeer's ass, spreading the saliva around, lubricating the tight hole for his cock. Tarannum's eyes never left Ajay's, a silent challenge and encouragement, as she stretched Tanzeer's anus open.
With a wicked smirk, Tarannum reached down and took Ajay’s uncut, rock-hard cock in her hand, slick with the saliva she had just used to prepare Tanzeer. She began to stroke him gently, her thumb rubbing the head of his penis in slow, deliberate circles. "Look at your cock, Ajay," she murmured, her voice a silky whisper of temptation. "It's so hard, so ready to be buried in this chhinal kuttiya’s chudakkadi gaand." She brought her hand to her mouth, her teeth grazing the back of her knuckles before she spat into her palm and wrapped it around his shaft again, her eyes never leaving his.
Her hand was a blur of motion as she stroked him, her expert touch coating his cock in a slick film of spit. She guided the tip of his cock to the gaping hole of Tanzeer's asshole, which quivered in anticipation. "Now, darling," she urged, her voice thick with lust. "Push it all in, in one hard thrust. Give her what she's begging for."
Ajay took a shaky breath and did as instructed. He slammed into Tanzeer’s mughlai gaand with the force of a storm, feeling her body jolt forward with the impact. His uncut cock, which had never felt so big or powerful before, slid into the warm, welcoming abyss of her well-used ass without much resistance. Tarannum's saliva provided ample lubrication, and Tanzeer's anus, accustomed to years of penetration by diverse cock sizes and dildos, had made Tanzeer’s tight sphincter yield to his girth with surprising ease, the muscles clenching around his shaft like a glove.
Tarannum, not one to be left out, scooted closer to the duo, her own desire flaming brighter with every passing moment. With a sinful grace, she slid her lower body under Tanzeer’s kneeling form. Her upper body rested on the plush rear cushions of the sofa, her breasts jutting out as if offering themselves to Tanzeer, who was now face to face with the bountiful mounds of flesh. Tarannum’s ass cheeks were digging into the edge of the sofa, just near the knees of Tanzeer and her own knees bent in the air, her legs spread wide, with her feet in high heeled sandals dangling over the side, lightly brushing against Ajay's bare buttocks and thighs.
Tarannum placed her hands on either side of Tanzeer’s cheeks and gently pulled her face towards hers, tilting it up. Their eyes locked for a moment, a silent communication passing between them that was as intimate as the act they were performing. Then, without warning, Tarannum crushed her mouth against Tanzeer’s, their tongues clashing in a passionate dance of desire. The kiss was fiery, filled with the heat of their shared lust and the flavor of their depravity. Tanzeer's moans were swallowed by Tarannum’s eager mouth, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to crescendo with each stroke of Ajay’s cock in her ass.
Ajay’s hips pistoned into Tanzeer’s willing body, the sound of skin slapping against skin punctuating the air like a bass beat in a raunchy love song. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a guttural groan that seemed to resonate through her very core as Ajay’s thick, uncut cock stretched her tight asshole to its limits. Each thrust was a delicious intrusion, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her like a wildfire out of control. Her walls clung to him like a second skin, the warm embrace of her anal cavity pulsing around his length with every plunge.
The kiss with Tarannum was a maelstrom of passion, a fiery exchange that seemed to fuel the fire burning in her loins. Her moans were muffled by Tarannum’s hungry mouth, their tongues dancing together in a rhythmic cadence that matched the tempo of Ajay’s thrusts. Tarannum’s teeth grazed her lower lip, sending sparks of pain and pleasure shooting through her, mingling with the sensation of Ajay’s cock hammering into her ass. Each thrust was a symphony of sensation, her asshole stretching to accommodate the thick, unyielding length that invaded her so deeply.
With a sloppy break from Tarannum's lips, Tanzeer's eyes rolled back, fuck-hazed. "Fuckin' A, Ajay, you're a fuckin' stud!" she breathed heavily, her words slurred drunkenly, a mix of alcohol and cocaine-induced euphoria. "Pound me harder, baby, like the chudakkad chhinal I am!" her words barely coherent amidst her drunken haze. The walls of the room seemed to quiver with the raunchy symphony of their depravity—slapping sounds of skin meeting skin and Tanzeer's guttural groans of pleasure.
Her features contorted into a mask of pure, animalistic lust, Tanzeer’s moans grew increasingly ragged, each one a profane declaration of her carnality. "Tarannum, saali awara kutti ki aulaad, where'd ya find this little fuckin' stud?" she exclaimed, her voice hoarse from her cries. "His uncut monster lauda is wreckin' me like nothin' I've ever felt, I fucking love it!" Her words were a stream of profanity and praise, a verbal tapestry of their illicit rendezvous.
"Fuck, fuck, yes!" she screamed, her voice hoarse from the effort. "Thank you, thank you for bringing this shaandaar jannati-lauda into my life!" Her words were like a sexy, slurred mess, each one dirtier than the last.
Ajay, barely third her age, hammered away with the strength of a man twice his years. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," Tanzeer grunted, feeling the full force of his youthful vigor. "You're making me feel like a teen slut again!"
Tarannum, equally intoxicated and eager, had her hands tangled in Tanzeer's thick mane, pulling and massaging as Ajay's thrusts grew more powerful. She chuckled, her own voice thick with desire. "Fuck yeah, chudaasi kutti," she murmured into Tanzeer's ear, "You're taking that cock like a fucking chudakkadi raand!"
Tanzeer's eyes snapped open, glaring at Tarannum with a mix of anger and lust. "I'm not a raand," she snarled, "I'm a fucking malika-e-aazam and he's my toy to use as I please!"
The room was a symphony of obscene noises: the wet slap of flesh on flesh, the animalistic grunts of pure lust, and the coarse language of two mature women reveling in the conquest of a boy barely out of his childhood. Tanzeer’s ass cheeks jiggled with every forceful thrust from Ajay, the sound echoing through the opulent walls of Tarannum’s house.
Ajay’s eyes were wide with a mix of horror and arousal as he stared down at the sight of his own cock disappearing and reappearing in the tight, dark abyss of his teacher’s asshole. He felt the warm embrace of Tanzeer’s ass as it painfully squeezed him tight, her muscles contracting around his shaft like a vise.
Tarannum watched with a smug smile as Ajay’s body took over, his hips moving almost of their own accord, driving his cock into the depths of Tanzeer’s bowels with a ferocity that surprised even her. The young boy had become a man in front of their eyes, a creature of pure lust, and it was a sight that brought her immense satisfaction.
Ajay’s eyes rolled back in his head, lost in the overwhelming waves of pleasure that crashed through his body. His hips bucked and jerked almost uncontrollably, his cock plunging into the warm, velvet embrace of Tanzeer’s ass like it was coming home to a welcoming hearth after a long journey. The feeling was indescribable, a heady mix of taboo and exhilaration that made his blood sing and his heart race. He could feel the tightness of her asshole around him, the way it clenched and spasmed with every thrust, as if trying to devour him whole.
In that moment, he felt a strange sense of belonging, as if he had been born to serve these insatiable women. The guilt and fear of the situation had morphed into something more primal, a deep-seated need to satisfy their desires, to be the instrument of their pleasure. His body responded with an enthusiasm that surprised even him, his hips moving with the same rhythmic fervor as if he had been doing this for years. He was their plaything, their fuck doll, and he found himself not just accepting that, but craving it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Tanzeer chanted, her voice a symphony of filth. "Ajay, you're fucking ruining me," she whispered, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Keep going harder, faster," she begged, her voice a raspy plea. "Your cock is a fucking gift from AlIah," she murmured, her words interspersed with gasps and curses.
With each pump, Tanzeer's vocabulary grew more crude, more primitive. "Oh, oh, oh, fuck me, baby, fuck me hard," she chanted, her voice a desperate mantra. "Your uncut cock is like a fucking hammer, I can't take it," she moaned, her words barely coherent through the haze of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she threw it back, her ass slapping against Ajay’s pelvis with every thrust.
Tarannum watched with a greedy smile, her own fingers playing with her clit as she felt the vibrations of Tanzeer's pleasure. "Keep going," she urged, her own need growing with every passing moment. "Show her how well I've taught you to fuck, my sweet little baccha." The words hung in the air, a dark incantation that seemed to echo the pounding rhythm of Ajay’s cock in Tanzeer’s ass.
Tanzeer's eyes rolled back, her body arching and her toes curling in her high-heeled sandals as she neared climax. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, a string of obscenities that were as much a part of the room's ambiance as the smell of sex and whiskey. "Fuck, fuck, oh AIIah," she chanted, her voice a hoarse crescendo of pleasure that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house.
Meanwhile, Tarannum's own passion was reaching a fever pitch. Her hand moved between her legs, her fingers working feverishly at her clit as she watched Ajay pound Tanzeer’s ass. She leaned in closer, her chest heaving, her own desire threatening to consume her. With another hand, she grabbed Tanzeer’s behind the neck and shoved her face into her voluptuous boobs, smothering her with those ample mounds of flesh. "Fuck, fuck, oh khuda," she chanted, her voice a guttural moan of pleasure.
Tanzeer’s moans grew muffled as her face was buried in Tarannum’s cleavage, the sounds of her pleasure lost in the softness of her tits. Her body began to shudder uncontrollably as her orgasm approached like a freight train, her ass clamping down on Ajay’s cock with the strength of a vice. Ajay could feel the tightness of her asshole pulsing around him, the walls contracting in waves of ecstasy that sent shivers down his spine. His own orgasm was building, a pressure that threatened to blow the top of his head off as he watched the two women in front of him.
Tarannum’s breath grew ragged as she stroked herself, her eyes locked on the sight of Ajay’s cock disappearing into the abyss of Tanzeer’s asshole. Her fingers moved in a blur, her hips bucking upward to meet Ajay’s every thrust, her own orgasm building like a crescendo in a symphony of sin. "Fuck, fuck, yes, yes," she moaned, her voice rising in pitch and volume, a siren’s call of lust that seemed to fill the room.
With a final, guttural grunt, Tarannum’s body arched off the sofa, her back bowing like a drawn bow as her orgasm ripped through her like wildfire. She threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut, and let out a scream of pleasure that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. Her pussy clenched around her own fingers, juices spurting out like a geyser.
Tanzeer wasn't far behind. With a final, desperate moan, she felt the orgasm crash over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed around Ajay's cock, her ass muscles clamping down on him like a vise. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a white-hot explosion of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. She came with a force that left her trembling and weak, her legs threatening to give out beneath her.
But Ajay didn't stop. Driven by the combined forces of his own desire and the depraved tutelage of the women he had once revered, he continued to pound into her, his hips moving with the unbridled power of a stallion in heat. Tarannum watched, her own hand still working feverishly between her legs, her eyes glazed over with lust as she took in the sight of Ajay's young body in the throes of passion.
Ajay's youthful hips bucked as he could feel the inevitable climax building within him. The tightness of Tanzeer’s ass was like a vice grip around his cock, urging him closer to the edge of oblivion. With a muffled grunt, he gave in to the primal urge, his cock spasming as ropes of hot, sticky cum shot into his wanton teacher's ass. His eyes squeezed shut, and his head fell back, mouth open in silent ecstasy as his body was racked. The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that he thought for a moment that he might pass out. His legs trembled, and his vision swam as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. with the force of his orgasm.
Tanzeer’s moan grew louder, her body shuddering with the force of her own climax. "Oh, oh, oh," she panted, her voice thick with lust. "Your hot cum feels so good in my ass, Ajay," she said, her voice a gruff whisper. "Fuck, you're filling me up like a little bull," she added with a grin, the vulgarity rolling off her tongue with ease.
Ajay's legs felt like jelly, his knees threatening to buckle under the weight of his own depravity. But as usual, his young cock remained as hard as a rock, even after the intense release of his cum into Tanzeer's tight, used-up asshole. It was a stamina that these raunchy teachers craved in their perverse escapades—the never-ending well of youthful lust that seemed to flow from the teenage boys they so shamelessly pursued. Ajay's ability to remain rock-hard post-orgasm had not gone unnoticed by Tarannum. It was a trait she had discovered in the initial stages of her twisted mentorship, and one that she had eagerly exploited to the fullest extent.
The room was a cacophony of ragged breaths and the sweet stench of sex. Ajay's eyes, glazed with exhaustion, met Tarannum's gaze. Her pupils were dilated, her eyes gleaming with an insatiable hunger that hadn't waned. Her gaze remained transfixed on his cock, still buried in Tanzeer's asshole. The sight of his teacher's face, a picture of rapture, was a stark reminder of the carnivorous desires that had consumed her.
Tarannum's thoughts raced ahead to the kinky act she had planned next. She was eager to get her mouth around Ajay's cock, fresh from Tanzeer's asshole, smeared with her friend's shit. The thought of tasting the forbidden cocktail of pleasure and filth had her mouth watering like a bitch in heat. But little did she know, Tanzeer had an even kinkier plot cooking up in her dirty, perverted mind.
When Tanzeer felt the last spasms of Ajay’s cock inside her, she knew he was about to pull out. But she had other plans. "Stop," she ordered, her voice still hoarse from her screams. "Keep it in," she demanded, looking directly at Tarannum, a glint of something unspoken passing between them. Ajay, spent and obedient, remained still, his cock buried in the warm, tight confines of Tanzeer’s ass.
Tarannum's eyes widened slightly, a questioning look crossing her face as Tanzeer’s mischievous smile grew. "What now, you dirty whore?" she thought, intrigued by the sudden twist in their depraved script.
Tanzeer chuckled, her voice thick with satisfaction and a hint of something darker. "I know what you were thinking," she said, her eyes glinting with a wicked light. "You wanted to taste my mughlai brown butter, didn't you?" Her slurring words were a sultry taunt, a knowing wink in the form of a question.
Tarannum's eyes narrowed, and she felt a thrill run through her. The wanton teachers had a knack for pushing each other's boundaries, and Tanzeer had just upped the ante. "Fresh royal champagne along with brown butter," Tanzeer repeated with a sly smile, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Tarannum knew exactly what Tanzeer had in mind. The look on her face was unmistakable—it was the same look she had worn countless times before when they had pushed the boundaries of their own twisted desires. "You are the kinkiest slut in our group," she slurred, her voice thick and unsteady from whisky and drugs. Her eyes never left Ajay's still-throbbing cock, buried in the warm, sticky depths of her friend's asshole.
Tanzeer burst out giggling, her words all slurred and tipsy. “You think I don’t know you, Tarannum? You're just as kinky as me. I can see it in your eyes, you're already drooling to taste that special royal drink from my ass.” She winked at Tarannum, her own lust-filled eyes glinting with mischief.
Ajay, still impaled in Tanzeer's ass, was utterly confused by their crude banter. His mind was racing, trying to make sense of what was happening. Tanzeer looked back at him with a drunken leer, her pupils dilated and her eyes gleaming with a hunger that went beyond the physical. She reached back and slapped her own ass, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "Go on, bachche," she slurred, her words thick with lust and whiskey. "Piss in me, I want to feel that warm stream fill my ass up."
The room spun around Ajay as the reality of the situation hit him. Tanzeer’s ass was still clamped around his cock, and now she was asking him to do something he had never even considered in his wildest dreams. His mind was a tornado of confusion, fear, and a weird, twisted arousal that had become all too familiar in the presence of these two deranged teachers.
“B..but but ma’m how.. how can I?” Ajay’s voice trembled, his cock still lodged deep within the clutches of Tanzeer’s ass. He looked to Tarannum for guidance, his eyes wide with fear and confusion.
Tarannum, her own arousal barely contained, slurred out her instructions to Ajay, her words a mix of encouragement and command. "Don't worry, baccha," she said, her voice thick with whiskey and drugs. "Just pee in your gaand-maraani teacher's ass." Her words were like a serpent's hiss, slipping into Ajay's ears and wrapping themselves around his thoughts.
Ajay, still in a daze, began to slowly release his stream of pee into Tanzeer's asshole. The sensation was strange, and his mind was a whirlwind of emotions—disgust, fear, and an uncomfortable, growing arousal. Tanzeer, on the other hand, reveled in the taboo act. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, and she moaned deeply as she felt the warm liquid fill her up from the inside. "Mmmm," she sighed, her voice a hoarse whisper that seemed to resonate through the very walls of the room.
Moaning deeply, Tanzeer's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as the warm stream of Ajay’s urine filled her up, the sensation was driving her wild with pleasure. Her moans grew louder and more desperate. "Ummm...unnnh," she slurred, her voice a mix of pleasure and drunkenness. "Tarannum, you dirty slut, get… get a... a fucking pitcher or… or something," she managed to say between breaths, her words slurred and sloppy.
Tarannum, her own excitement palpable, giggled in agreement, her head nodding in a drunken rhythm. She slithered off the sofa, her body moving with the grace of a serpent that had just tasted forbidden fruit. Her steps were unsteady and staggering as she made her way to the kitchen. Her high-heeled sandals clacked against the cold marble floor, echoing through the hallway like the beat of a lewd drum. The alcohol and drugs had made her movements erratic, but the thrill of the situation kept her on her toes. She was like a kid in a candy store, eager to get her hands on the next perverse treat.
“Uunnh, fuck, yes, Ajay, keep going," Tanzeer groaned, her eyes squeezed shut in rapture as she felt the pressure of Ajay’s urine filling her up. She could feel her bowels stretching to accommodate the warm, golden stream, the sensation sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body like a storm surging through a canyon. Her hand reached under her, finding her own clean-shaven pussy, and she began to rub it vigorously, her fingers slipping in and out of herself as if she were lost in a feverish dream.
Tarannum stumbled back into the room, her chocolate brown high-heeled sandals wobbling precariously with every step. In her hand, she held an empty crystal glass pitcher, the kind that was usually reserved for serving beverages at sophisticated gatherings. But tonight, it would serve a very different purpose.
She placed the pitcher down with a thud on the coffee table, her eyes glinting with excitement. The sight of the quarter-filled glass of Jack Daniel caught her eye, a relic from the evening's earlier debauchery. Without a moment's hesitation, she picked it up and downed the amber liquid in one swift motion, savoring the fiery burn as it slid down her throat. The whiskey's potent warmth spread through her veins, rekindling the embers of lust that had never truly faded.
With renewed vigor, she flopped onto the sofa next to the kneeling Tanzeer. The couch cushions groaned under her weight, and she leaned in closer to Tanzeer's ass, where Ajay's cock was still embedded in the warm, tight embrace of her rectum. She inhaled deeply, savoring the faint aroma of piss. It was an intoxicating bouquet that made Tarannum's mouth water.
Her eyes never leaving the obscene sight, Tarannum reached out a hand and began to gently caress Ajay's boyish ass. Her fingertips traced the contours of his muscles, the soft skin still flushed from the exertion of the evening's events. The feel of him under her touch was electrifying, a potent reminder of the power she wielded over this young, innocent boy.
Tanzeer's moans grew more insistent, her body writhing with pleasure as Ajay's urine continued to fill her up. The sound of her friend’s voice, thick with desire, was like a siren's call to Tarannum's own perverse desires. She felt a twinge of envy, a gnawing need to experience the same degrading pleasure that her friend was so obviously enjoying. "Soon," she thought to herself, her mind racing with the possibilities of what she could do with this eager little toy.
When Tanzeer finally felt that Ajay’s stream had ceased, she let out a deep, satisfied whimper. She could feel her rectum stretched to the brink, filled to the absolute maximum with the warm, golden liquid. Her body trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure, and she knew she had pushed the boundaries of her depravity further than ever before. She took a deep breath and spoke through gritted teeth, her voice thick with need, "Now, baccha, pull it out slowly," she instructed him, her eyes still rolled back in pleasure.
Tarannum took the cue with a wicked smile, her eyes never leaving the spot where Ajay's cock was still lodged inside Tanzeer's stretched asshole. She swiftly picked up the crystal pitcher from the coffee table, her movements surprisingly steady despite the haze of alcohol and drugs that clouded her judgment. With a grace that belied her inebriated state, she maneuvered herself into a position where she squatted on the floor, holding the pitcher directly under Tanzeer's ass, ready to catch the golden prize that was about to be released.
Ajay, his legs still shaking from the intensity of the act, did as he was told. He gently withdrew his cock from Tanzeer’s asshole, and a trickle of urine followed, cascading into the crystal pitcher that Tarannum held with a tremble of anticipation. The sight of it filled Tarannum with a dark excitement, her eyes never leaving the flow as it swirled in the crystal container.
Tarannum's gaze was transfixed by Ajay's semi-erect penis, now glistening with the remnants of his urine. The sight of his youthful, glistening cock filled her with an animalistic craving, her eyes devouring every inch of him as if he were a delectable treat laid out for her to feast on.
Tanzeer, still on her knees, took a deep, shaky breath, feeling the warmth of the urine inside her. The sensation was exquisite, a perverse delight that she hadn't felt in quite some time. She felt like a bloated tick, filled to bursting with the piss of her young, obedient toy. “Uummm...yes," she moaned, her voice a low, guttural growl that seemed to come from the very depths of her soul. "So good...so fucking good."
With a wicked grin, she began to wobble her ass slightly, the muscles in her ass globes rippling like the waves of a stormy sea. It was as if she was mixing and churning the contents of her rectum with Ajay's piss, savoring every drop of the golden nectar. Each wobble sent a new wave of pleasure through her body, and she could feel her insides quiver with every little movement. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a series of low, guttural moans that seemed to come from the very core of her being. The sight of Tanzeer's ass moving in such an obscene way made Tarannum's pussy throb with need, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot against the cool skin of Tanzeer's ass globes.
"Now, saali kamini randi," Tarannum whispered, her voice thick with desire, "let go of that sweet cocktail you've been holding in." Her eyes gleamed with anticipation and she watched with rapt attention as Tanzeer's asshole quivered, the muscles working to release the contents.
Tanzeer deliberately wiggled her ass one final time, her body writhing in a silent crescendo of pleasure as she savored the feeling of warm piss swirling in her bowels. Her eyes rolled back in pure bliss, and a soft, satisfied sigh escaped her lips. The sight was nothing short of repulsive for Ajay, his stomach lurching as he realized the depths of depravity his drunk teachers had led him into. These women, who were supposed to be his guides, his mentors, had turned into monstrous creatures of lust, indulging in the most kinky and perverse acts right before his eyes.
With a final shudder, Tanzeer shifted her posture on the sofa, straightening her back a bit while keeping her hands firmly on the top of the sofa's back. Her ass now faced the floor, rather than pointing up in the air. Tarannum, her eyes alight with perverse excitement, swiftly adjusted the crystal pitcher's position, holding it steadily right beneath Tanzeer's ass as the first trickles of urine began to flow.
The piss was murky and golden brown, a disgusting blend of Ajay's cum and Tanzeer's shit, as it began to flow steadily into the crystal pitcher held by Tarannum. The tiny solid bits of shit were also oozing out along with the murky stream. These little brown nuggets looked like golden raisins bobbing in a foul soup in the crystal glass pitcher. This grotesque spectacle only served to stir Tarannum's lustful hunger, and she couldn't resist the urge to lick her lips in anticipation, her eyes gleaming with an impish delight.
Ajay face paled and he felt a wave of revulsion wash over him, his stomach churning as he watched the pitcher fill with the vile concoction. His cock, now limp and coated in the foul mixture, hung between his legs, a stark contrast to the proud, erect member that had been there moments before.
Once the torrent of urine had ceased, Tanzeer applied one last, intentional shove. With her sphincter muscles stretched to their limits, she managed to release a trickle of pee, accompanied by the faint sound of farting. Then, with a series of sputters, a lemon-sized turd slithered out of her gaping asshole, plopping into the pitcher with a wet, obscene sound.
Tarannum squealed with drunken excitement, her eyes lighting up like a child's on her birthday. "Look at that, you super slut!" she exclaimed, her speech still slurred from the whiskey and drugs. "You’ve just dropped the delicious gulab jamun from your ass in this pitcher!" She giggled uncontrollably, her eyes glinting with a manic energy that seemed to be fueled by the depravity of the moment. The crystal pitcher in her hand was now half-filled with the murky, brownish piss, a grotesque concoction that seemed to excite her more than any gourmet dessert ever could.
Before Tanzeer could even think about moving, Tarannum's lips were on her asshole, eagerly sucking and licking. Her tongue darted in and out, cleaning the remnants of piss and shit with a hunger that was almost frightening.
"Uunnhh bhonsdi waali kuttiya," Tanzeer gasped, "you...you're such a gaand-chatori." She giggled, the sound a mix of delight and disbelief. "Look at you, licking my shitty ass like it's a fucking sheer-khurma, and you've got the whole pitcher of the same stuff right there in your hands," she said, her words slurred and sloppy, as if she could barely believe the depravity of the moment.
Tanzeer reached behind her to pat Tarannum's head, her fingers tangling in the other woman's hair as if she were a pet eager for a treat. "That's enough now, slut," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Let me sit."
With surprising agility, she twisted her body around, the couch groaning with the sudden shift in weight. She sat down heavily on the edge of the sofa, her legs splayed wide, her asshole still open and glistening from the recent invasion. Her eyes locked onto the crystal pitcher in Tarannum’s hands, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she watched the murky piss and the brown nuggets of her own shit floating within.
Her gaze shifted to Ajay, whose cock was still glistening with a sheen of urine and her own shit. Tanzeer’s glazed, heavily intoxicated eyes sparkled with a twisted excitement that could only come from the darkest, most depraved depths of human desire. She beckoned him closer with a crooked finger. "C'mere, mere pyare bacche… come close to your ma'am." she said, her words slurred and dripping with lust. Tarannum was equally fixated on the crystal pitcher, her nose buried in the foul odor emanating from it. She took a deep, lingering inhale, savoring the scent like it was the finest perfume.
Ajay, feeling a mix of fear, confusion and a gut-churning discomfort, took a tentative step towards her. Tanzeer leaned over the sofa's edge, her breasts dangling like party favors, and took his half-chubbed dick in her mouth. Her tongue flickered against his shaft, tasting the nasty blend of piss and shit.. She hummed with pleasure, her eyes never leaving his, as she began to clean him off. The feeling of her warm, wet mouth on his sensitive skin was a stark contrast to the coldness of his own horror.
It took less than a minute for Tanzeer to lick him clean, her tongue lapping up the last remnants of their perverse act with the enthusiasm of a cat with a bowl of milk. She pulled away from him, and smacked her lips together with a sound that echoed through the room. "Mmm," she murmured, her eyes glinting with a crazed hunger. She took the fancy crystal pitcher from Tarannum's hands and brought it to her nose, inhaling deeply, as if savoring the best cologne and love potion combined. The aroma was a heady mix of piss and shit, a bouquet that seemed to have been tailored to the very depths of her depraved soul. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and a shiver ran through her body, as if she had just snorted a line of pure ecstasy.
"Uummm, look at that madarchodi," Tarannum cooed in a slurred voice, her eyes gleaming with a perverse excitement. "It's like you've churned out the most heavenly potent ass-shake, Tanzeer," she said, using the most vulgar vernacular she could summon. "It looks like a fucking golden lassi with a dollop of chocolate butter," she continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that was thick with lust. "I can't believe it's been so long since I had a taste of this lazeez, zaiqedar drink," she purred, her eyes never leaving the crystal pitcher that now contained the foul mixture of Ajay's cum, his piss, and Tanzeer's shit.
The room spun around Ajay as he heard Tarannum's words, the reality of their intentions slapping him across the face like a wet rag soaked in the very essence of their depravity. He knew they were a couple of twisted freaks, but this? This was beyond anything he could have ever imagined. He retched loudly, his stomach revolting against the thought of what they were about to do with the disgusting brew in the crystal pitcher.
Tanzeer giggled slightly at his reaction, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. "Aww, poor boy," she said, her voice thick with patronizing concern. "I know it's not for faint hearts," she added, her mouth curling into a smug smile. Her eyes never left the crystal pitcher, the murky contents of which seemed to be the source of her rekindled arousal.
Tarannum, too, couldn't help but smirk at Ajay's visible discomfort. "If you need some fresh air, or perhaps some time to...refresh," she suggested, her slurred voice dripping with patronizing sweetness, "Why don't you go to the bedroom, or maybe wash up in the bathroom?" She nodded towards the hallway, her smile widening to reveal a hint of malice. "We'll come join you in a bit, after we've had our little...snack," she added, her eyes flickering to the crystal pitcher in Tanzeer's hands.
The words were like a lifeline thrown to a drowning man. Ajay felt a surge of gratitude towards Tarannum for offering him a reprieve from having to witness his teachers indulging in gut-wrenching acts of depravity. There was something in the way Tarannum said it, something that made him feel strangely comforted, as if she were truly looking out for his well-being. He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, and murmured, barely over a whisper, "Thank you, ma'am." He tried to keep his voice steady, but the tremble in his chest was evident, a betrayal of the nausea that threatened to overwhelm him.
Feeling utterly overwhelmed, Ajay took the opportunity to escape. He stumbled away from them, his legs feeling like jelly, and made his way down the hallway, the walls of which were were adorned with holy images and Arabic verses from the Quran. The spiritual imagery and the educational certificates and awards presented a façade of virtue and pedagogical prowess, yet beneath the surface, her character was a stark contrast. Her insatiable sexual appetite defined her existence, and she had no qualms about indulging in perverse acts with anyone, even extending to her unsuspecting and innocent teenage pupils, who looked up to her as a mentor.
Each step he took away from the living room felt like a step closer to sanity, but the stench of their perversity clung to him like a second skin, making him feel dirty and defiled. He tried to control the bile rising in his throat, focusing on the comforting familiarity of his teacher's bedroom ahead. The room, where he had been drawn into Tarannum's twisted web of lust over the past few months, was now bathed in the soft, natural glow of early evening sunlight that filtered through the sheer curtains, illuminating the plush, velvet bedspread and the array of silk pillows scattered across the king-sized bed. The clerestory windows high above allowed the last rays of sunlight to to peek in, as if even the sun was too shy to fully illuminate the sins that had been committed beneath its gaze.
Ajay stumbled into the en suite bathroom, the marble floor cold under his bare feet, and shut the door with a gentle click. The sound of the lock sliding into place was a small comfort, a temporary barrier against the chaos outside. He approached the gleaming vanity, the reflection in the mirror showing a boy who looked haunted by the carnality of the evening. He turned on the faucet, the water running clear and cool, and let it wash over his trembling hands, trying to scrub away the grime of his teachers' depravity.
The same bathroom where Tanzeer had made him urinate in her mouth just a few weeks ago, revealing the true extent of her perversion, now felt like a sanctuary. He remembered that night, the way her eyes had lit up with excitement, the way she had swallowed his piss with a hungry gulp, as if it were the most delicious drink she had ever tasted. It was there that Ajay had first glimpsed the monster lurking beneath her respectable teacher's façade. The room's opulence, with its gold fixtures and plush towels, seemed almost garishly out of place against the backdrop of his tumultuous emotions.
He leaned over the vanity, the cool marble pressing into his palms as he splashed water onto his face, trying to drown out the sounds of their lewd whispers and the cacophony of his own thoughts. Ajai looked into the mirror, the water droplets clinging to his lashes and nose, distorting his reflection into a blurry mess of fear and confusion. The boy looking back at him was no longer the innocent prodigy he had been when this all began; he had been irrevocably changed by these depraved women.
Ajay wiped his face with the soft luxurious towel and then wet half of it it under the faucet. He brought it down to his trembling thighs, the fabric feeling cool and soothing against his sticky, sweaty skin. He gently cleaned his cock, which was still half-erect, and his thighs, which were sticky with the remnants of the evening's debauchery. The coldness of the wet towel helped him feel a semblance of purity, but the scent of their depravity lingered in the air, a reminder of what had just transpired. He scrubbed harder, as if trying to erase the very memory of their actions.
With a deep breath, he stepped out of the bathroom, his eyes immediately drawn to the king-sized bed that dominated the room. It was a sea of silk in a deep, rich shade of torqoise, a stark contrast to the pristine white marble floors and walls. The sight of it sent a shiver down his spine, a silent reminder of the countless times he had lain on it, his body used as a plaything for Tarannum's insatiable lust. He walked to the bed and lay down, his bare skin sliding against the cool, smooth fabric. His clothes remained in the living room, and he knew from experience that it was futile to bother with them now because these horny, sex-crazed, pervert teachers were like ravenous beasts and they were not done with him for the evening.
The past few weeks had indeed been a whirlwind of emotions for Ajay. Despite the initial fear and revulsion, there was an undeniable thrill that had started to bloom within him with each encounter. Their sultry whispers, the way they touched him, the heat of their bodies, all of it had begun to feel intoxicating, even as his conscience screamed for him to run away. But every time his mind tried to resist, his body betrayed him, responding with an enthusiasm that his mind could not comprehend. His cock grew hard under the gentle stroking of their skilled hands, their kisses leaving him breathless and his mind spinning with confusion.
What Ajay found most repulsive and feared the most were the kinky, perverted actions that these libidinous teachers reveled in, like involving in golden showers and scat play. The very thought of their depravity was like a dark cloud looming over his innocence, threatening to swallow him whole. The way they reveled in the most base bodily functions, turning them into a twisted symphony of pleasure, filled him with a visceral disgust that made his stomach churn. It was as if they were insatiable in their quest for new, more degrading acts to perform, each one more vile than the last. The anticipation of what they might come up with next was a constant source of anxiety for him, a dread that lurked in the pit of his stomach like a malevolent presence, waiting to unleash its foulness upon him.
Yet, amidst all this horror, there was one peculiar aspect of their kinks that his body seemed to respond to with an unexpected enthusiasm. The sight of their feet, adorned in those elegant, high-heeled sandals, and the sound of their sandals clacking on the floor as they approached, filled him with a strange mix of fear and excitement. It was as if his very soul was torn between the urge to flee and the need to submit. The sharp, authoritative sound of their sandals was a siren's call that his body seemed to crave, a reminder of their dominance that his young, inexperienced mind could not resist.
As Ajay lay naked on the bed with his head on a plush pillow, the exhaustion of the evening's depravity washed over him like a tidal wave, and within minutes, his eyelids grew heavy. The soft whispers of the silk sheets against his skin lulled him into a fitful slumber, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of his situation. His mind desperately sought refuge in the oblivion of sleep, eager to escape the torrent of emotions that swirled within him.
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