Adultery The Differential Equations of Lust : A Math Teacher's Web

[ZareenK]

Good start to the story. Really excited to read the next part!

Thank you

[ZareenK]

Waiting for the next update Zareen!

Working on it    . Will post asap.

[ZareenK]

Update 3:

Tarannum's eyes searched his, a desperate spark flickering in their depths. She knew she had him trapped, that his innocence was just another trophy to add to her collection. "You're so beautiful, Ajay," she cooed, her voice a seductive purr. "Don't you want to make me happy?" She leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against his chest, and he could feel the heat of her body, the weight of her desire pressing down on him.

Her hand slid further, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt. Ajay's breath hitched as she exposed his bare chest, her nails scbanging lightly against his skin. He tried to push her away, his voice a whimper. "Please, Tarannum ma'am, I need to go home."

Tarannum's eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger. She knew the power she held over him, and she was going to use it to the fullest. "You're just like the others," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "So eager to leave when you could be enjoying this."

Her hand snaked down to his crotch, her sandal-covered foot sliding along the floor with a sinister grace. Ajay felt his stomach clench in revulsion as she began to stroke him through his trousers. "You can't ignore this," she whispered, her breath hot on his neck. "You're a man now, Ajay. It's time to embrace it."

He struggled to break free, his eyes wide with fear. "Please, Tarannum ma'am, I don't want this." His voice was barely a whimper, his body rigid with the effort to resist her. But she was relentless, her hand moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made his skin crawl.

Ajay's eyes widened in horror, his body rigid with fear. "Please let me go, Tarannum ma'am," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.
But Tarannum was beyond the point of hearing. Desire had taken hold of her, twisting her into a creature driven by a hunger that could not be sated by anything but the most forbidden of acts. She had tried to seduce him, to coax him into her web willingly, but his innocence was a wall she couldn't breach. So now, she would take what she wanted.

Her grip on Ajay's wrists tightened, her nails digging into his skin. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "You're going to be mine," she murmured, the promise of a threat in her voice. "You're going to make me feel good." With a swift, almost violent movement, she pushed him back onto the couch, her body straddling his.

Tarannum's desperation was palpable, a living, breathing entity in the room with them. She could feel the last threads of her control slipping away, and she knew that she had to act fast. Her hand slid down to his zipper, her fingers fumbling with the metal. Ajay's eyes were wide with fear, his body trembling beneath her. He tried to buck her off, his legs flailing, but she was too strong, too determined.

With a savage growl, she yanked his trousers down, exposing his vulnerability. His underwear followed, leaving him bare and defenseless. Ajay's eyes filled with tears, his mouth a silent scream as she pinned his wrists to the couch with one hand and used the other to free herself from her own clothing. Her salwar fell to the floor, revealing her matching red lingerie that contrasted starkly with her fair skin.

Tarannum's desperation had morphed into something primal, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she positioned herself over him. The weight of her body pressed him into the couch cushions, and he could feel the heat of her against his thighs. She took a moment to appreciate his horror-stricken expression before leaning down to kiss him again, her teeth nipping at his lower lip. "You're going to love this," she whispered against his mouth, her voice a lie that echoed in the quiet room.

[ShaziaMirza]

 ماشاءاللہ زرین

Keep up the sizzling storyline, I'm all in for the next steamy update!

[ShakirAli]

Hot Update!

[rohitkapoor]

Awesome story ma’m! Hope you’ll keep writing and regularly updating the hot story.

[ZareenK]

 ماشاءاللہ زرین

Keep up the sizzling storyline, I'm all in for the next steamy update!

شکریہ شازیہ

اگلا اپڈیٹ جلدی ہی آئے گا

[ZareenK]

Hot Update!

Thank you

[ZareenK]

Awesome story ma’m! Hope you’ll keep writing and regularly updating the hot story.

Thank you for your feedback. I will continue to write and share, contingent upon the response, which, at present, is somewhat tepid.

[ShakirAli]

Will there be update today?

[ShaziaMirza]

Thank you for your feedback. I will continue to write and share, contingent upon the response, which, at present, is somewhat tepid.

I understand that the response might seem weak right now, but your work is not being ignored. Readers might still be getting used to the boldness of your story, especially because our society is deeply rooted in patriarchal thinking. Many people may find it hard to accept a woman taking the lead and expressing her sexuality, but this is what makes your story so powerful.

In our usual way of thinking, women are often shown as submissive, only following the desires of men. Your story breaks these stereotypes and shows a new perspective where the woman is in control, leading the story of passion and desire. This is very different from what we usually see, and while some might find it uncomfortable, it’s also freeing for those who want to see women represented in a more powerful way.

Please don’t let the early response stop you from continuing your story. As the story develops and more details are revealed, I’m sure readers will become more interested and show more support. Your story pushes the limits and makes us think about our own ideas about sexuality and power. It’s not just about physical intimacy but also about the inner struggles and growth that come from breaking away from society’s rules.

Your writing offers hope for those who want to explore the less-talked-about areas of female desire and power within our culture. I am excited to read each new part of your story, and I’m sure that as the plot becomes more intense, so will the feedback and support from your readers.

Keep writing, keep exploring, and most importantly, keep breaking boundaries. Your work is not only erotic but also empowering, and it’s a valuable addition to adult literature.

[ZareenK]

Will there be update today?

Thats’s the plan! Working on today’s update. 

Thanks for your support.

[ZareenK]

I understand that the response might seem weak right now, but your work is not being ignored. Readers might still be getting used to the boldness of your story, especially because our society is deeply rooted in patriarchal thinking. Many people may find it hard to accept a woman taking the lead and expressing her sexuality, but this is what makes your story so powerful.

In our usual way of thinking, women are often shown as submissive, only following the desires of men. Your story breaks these stereotypes and shows a new perspective where the woman is in control, leading the story of passion and desire. This is very different from what we usually see, and while some might find it uncomfortable, it’s also freeing for those who want to see women represented in a more powerful way.

Please don’t let the early response stop you from continuing your story. As the story develops and more details are revealed, I’m sure readers will become more interested and show more support. Your story pushes the limits and makes us think about our own ideas about sexuality and power. It’s not just about physical intimacy but also about the inner struggles and growth that come from breaking away from society’s rules.

Your writing offers hope for those who want to explore the less-talked-about areas of female desire and power within our culture. I am excited to read each new part of your story, and I’m sure that as the plot becomes more intense, so will the feedback and support from your readers.

Keep writing, keep exploring, and most importantly, keep breaking boundaries. Your work is not only erotic but also empowering, and it’s a valuable addition to adult literature.

I am absolutely thrilled to receive your message, which has filled my heart with so much warmth and encouragement. The character of the 45-year-old divorcee teacher is indeed a reflection of the strength and sexuality that women often hide beneath layers of societal expectations. Her boldness in pursuing her desires, despite the potential repercussions, is a testament to the power of sexual agency and the importance of living life on one's own terms.

Thank you once again for your kind words and for being a beacon of encouragement. Your support means the world to me, and I am incredibly fortunate to have you as part of my audience.

[rohitkapoor]

Eagerly waiting for today’s update.

[ZareenK]

Eagerly waiting for today’s update.

Coming up in a minute… 

[ZareenK]

Update 4:

Her hand released his wrists, and Ajay made a desperate attempt to push her away, but she was ready for it. Her grip tightened, her nails biting into his skin, and she pinned his hands above his head with surprising strength. Her other hand traveled down his chest, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Ajay's eyes searched hers, pleading for an escape from this nightmare, but all he found was a twisted lust that mirrored his own fear.

Tarannum leaned in, her breath hot and heavy, and whispered, "This is what you've been wanting, isn't it?" Her words were a mockery of his innocence, a twisted reflection of his own curiosity about the intimate moments they had shared under the guise of tutoring. Ajay's heart raced as he felt her hand on his bare skin, her fingers teasing and exploring his body in a way that no one had ever dared before.

Her eyes searched his, looking for the slightest hint of consent, but finding only fear. She didn't need his consent, though. Her desperation had turned to obsession, and she would not be denied. With a feral grin, she lowered herself onto him, her hips rolling in a way that sent a shiver of disgust through his body. Ajay's eyes squeezed shut, his mind racing with thoughts of escape, his body trembling with the effort to resist.

Tarannum's hand slipped between their bodies, her calloused thumb brushing against his erection. It was a response born of fear and adrenaline, but she took it as an invitation. She whispered sweet nothings into his ear, her breath hot and rank with alcohol. His eyes remained shut tightly, his mind a swirl of panic and confusion as her hand began to move with a practiced rhythm.

Her other hand slid up to cradle his face, forcing his gaze up to meet hers. Her eyes were wild, the pupils dilated with lust. She leaned in, her full lips parting to claim his in a bruising kiss. He could feel the pointedness of her teeth as she bit down on his lower lip, her tongue pushing its way into his mouth. The taste of whiskey and cigarettes washed over him, mixing with the metallic tang of fear. Her sandal-covered legs were on either side of his hips, the leather straps digging into his skin as she ground against him.

Ajay felt a part of him that had been buried deep within awaken, responding to the touch of this woman who was so much older, so much more experienced. His body betrayed him, his erection growing despite his mind's screams of protest. Tarannum's hand on his cock grew more insistent, her thumb circling the sensitive tip as she kissed him deeply. He moaned into her mouth, the sound muffled by her insistent tongue. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that made his head spin.

Her sandals dug into the couch as she adjusted her position, her hips moving in a way that made his stomach clench. He could feel her heat, her wetness, against his thigh. Her hand left his cock and reached down, her fingers sliding through the dampness between her legs. She took a moment to coat herself, and then, with a single, powerful thrust, she impaled herself on him.

Ajay's eyes shot open, and he stared up at her in shock and horror. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, a look of ecstasy etched on her face. The couch groaned beneath them, the springs protesting the weight of her need. The room was a cocoon of sound, the only noises the slap of her sandals against the couch and the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies coming together. He wanted to scream, to push her off, but his voice was trapped in his throat, a silent cry of despair.

Tarannum's hips began to move in a slow, torturous rhythm, her heels digging into the cushions as she rocked against him. Ajay felt himself being torn apart, his innocence shattering like glass beneath her insistent weight. Her eyes remained closed, her face a picture of rapture, as if she were lost in a world where this was a beautiful, consensual act of love.

The sharp points of her sandals dug into his thighs as she increased her pace, the leather straps leaving red marks on his skin. He could feel the heat of her, the slickness of her arousal coating him, and his body responded despite his mind's screams of protest. It was as if he was watching the scene unfold from outside himself, a helpless bystander to his own violation.

Her mouth found his again, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip as she claimed his mouth in a kiss that was anything but gentle. Her tongue forced its way in, tasting him, conquering him. He could feel the whiskey on her breath, the cloying sweetness of it mixing with the bitter taste of his own fear. She smooched his lips greedily, her kisses wet and demanding. It was a kiss that stole his breath, leaving him gasping for air.

Tarannum's sandals dug into the couch cushions as she began to rock her hips against him, setting a pace that grew more frenzied with each passing moment. Ajay could feel the leather of her sandals scbanging against his bare skin, a constant reminder of the power she held over him. Her heels hovered just above the floor, the sound of her movements punctuating the silence like the beat of a drum.

Her eyes remained closed, lost in the throes of her own passion, but Ajay could see the sweat glistening on her forehead, the veins in her neck standing out with the effort of her movements. Her breasts, freed from their lacy confines, bounced with each thrust, the tips dark and erect. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her moans growing louder with each passing second.

Ajay's body responded despite his mind's protests, his hips bucking up to meet hers. The friction of her wetness against his skin was a stark contrast to the coldness of fear that had gripped him. The sandals that had once been a symbol of power now felt like a brand, searing him with every movement. His eyes slipped shut as the sensations grew too intense, his body no longer his own.

Tarannum's breath grew ragged, her chest heaving as she whispered dirty words into his ear. "You feel so good, so tight," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "Your little virgin dick is mine now." Her hips rolled in a sensual dance, her sandals digging into his skin as she claimed him in a way that no one ever had. Her words were a symphony of depravity, a sweet, filthy music that filled his mind with images he never knew existed.

Her hand slid down to cup his balls, her fingers playing with the sensitive flesh as she ground down on him. "You're going to come for me," she breathed, her voice a seductive purr. "You're going to fill me up and make me scream." The room was a blur of red and gold, the only focus the sight of her breasts swaying above him, the sandal straps biting into her own ankles as she took her pleasure.

Tarannum's hips moved faster, her sandals slapping against the couch as she claimed his innocence with every thrust. "You're so tight," she groaned, her nails digging into his thighs. "So perfect." Her eyes snapped open, and she stared down at him, the pupils blown wide with lust. "You're going to come for me," she demanded, her voice a mix of hunger and malice. "You're going to make me feel good."

Her movements grew erratic, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Look at me," she ordered, her voice a harsh whisper. "Look at the woman who's taking your virginity." Ajay's eyes fluttered open, and he met her gaze, his own eyes filled with a mix of fear and unwilling arousal.


Ajay felt his own orgasm building, a wave of pleasure that washed over his fear and disgust. He didn't want this, didn't want to be a part of this twisted game, but his body was betraying him. He could feel the heat coiling in his belly, the tension in his balls tightening with every thrust of her hips.

[rohitkapoor]

Fantastic and incredibly intense update!

[ShaziaMirza]

The update is so steamy, I think my phone screen just fogged up! 

[ShakirAli]

Very hot update! Waiting for next one!

[ZareenK]

The update is so steamy, I think my phone screen just fogged up! 

Thank you