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

[ZareenK]

Fantastic and incredibly intense update!

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[ZareenK]

Very hot update! Waiting for next one!

Thank you   update will come soon.

[ZareenK]

Update 5:

"That's it," Tarannum purred, her eyes never leaving his. "Come for me, you madarchod. Show me what a good boy you can be." Her words were like a slap in the face, the reality of his situation crashing down on him as she reached her own climax, her sandals digging into the couch cushions as she bucked her hips against him.

"Look at me when you come." Tarannum's command pierced through the haze of Ajay's panic as he felt his body responding to her relentless assault. He did not know what she meant by "coming," but he could feel something strange happening inside him, a pressure building that was both terrifying and exhilarating. His eyes remained locked on hers, filled with a mix of fear and awe at the power she wielded over him.

With a choking cry, Ajay's hips jerked involuntarily, eyes clenched shut, his teeth grinding together as he tried to hold back the inevitable. With a strangled cry, he came, his seed spurting into her, filling her with a warmth she hadn't anticipated. Tarannum's own climax hit her a moment later, a powerful wave that seemed to shake her to the core, leaving her breathless and satisfied.

Tarannum watched him, her eyes glittering with satisfaction. "That's it," she murmured, her voice a soft caress. "You're mine now." She leaned down to kiss him, her tongue probing his mouth, tasting the tears that had slipped down his cheeks. 

The room was still, the only sound their harsh breathing. Tarannum's sandals remained in place, a silent sentinel to the act they had just committed. Ajay felt a wave of nausea wash over him, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his forced climax. He didn't know what to do, where to go. His mind was a tumult of emotions: fear, anger, disgust, and a strange, unwelcome arousal.

Tarannum's body went slack, her breathing slowing to a more normal rhythm. She leaned back, her sandals slipping off his thighs to the floor with a quiet thump. She looked down at him, a strange mix of satisfaction and pity in her eyes. "You see?" she whispered, her voice gentle now. "It wasn't so bad."

Ajay couldn't find the words to respond. He felt dirty, used, and utterly alone. He managed to push her off him, his body sticky with sweat and his own release. He scrambled to his feet, pulling his pants up hastily. The room spun around him, and he had to grab the back of the couch to steady himself.

Tarannum watched him with a knowing smile, her chest rising and falling with her labored breaths. She reached for her kameez, sliding it back over her shoulders with a casual grace that made Ajay's stomach churn. "Don't go," she said softly, her voice a siren's call. "We can do this again. You liked it, didn't you?"

But Ajay couldn't bear to look at her. He felt as if he were suffocating in the thick, heavy air of her lust. He stumbled towards the door, his legs wobbly with shock. "I have to go," he mumbled, his voice barely audible. "My parents..."

Tarannum's smile never wavered, the satisfaction on her face a stark contrast to the horror etched on Ajay's. "Remember, Ajay," she called out as he reached for the doorknob, "you're mine now. And if you ever tell anyone about this, I'll make sure your life is ruined." She paused, her eyes cold and calculating. "I have ways of making sure no one ever believes you."

Ajay stumbled out of the house, the cool evening air a slap in the face compared to the stifling heat of Tarannum's lust. His legs felt like jelly, his mind racing with the implications of her words. He couldn't go to the security officer, couldn't tell his parents. Who would believe a boy who had been bangd by his own teacher?

He walked home in a daze, the sounds of the neighborhood muffled by the roar of his own thoughts. The bright lights of the street lamps did nothing to illuminate the darkness that had descended upon him. He felt like a ghost, passing through the world without leaving a trace.

Once inside his house, Ajay rushed to the bathroom, his eyes avoiding his reflection in the mirror. He scrubbed his body with scalding water, trying to wash away the feel of her touch. But it clung to him like a second skin, a reminder of the horror he had endured. His hands trembled as he tried to clean himself, the water turning pink as it swirled down the drain.

After what felt like an eternity, Ajay emerged from the bathroom, his skin red and raw from his frantic efforts. He slipped into his bed, his body sore and his mind racing. He lay there for hours, staring at the ceiling, unable to shake the images of Tarannum's sandal-covered feet, the smell of her perfume, and the taste of her whiskey-laced kisses. He felt violated, his innocence torn away by the very person he had trusted to guide him through the complexities of math and life.

[ShakirAli]

Wow…. Really hot update…. Waiting for the next episode… I'm really curious to find out what Tarannum's plans are for her student next.

[rohitkapoor]

Incredibly hot update! Please continue the story. Hope this is not the end.

[ShaziaMirza]

That’s a super hot update! Can't wait to check out the next one! Any idea when you will post the next update! Hoping for something today!

[ZareenK]

Wow…. Really hot update…. Waiting for the next episode… I'm really curious to find out what Tarannum's plans are for her student next.

Thank you. The update will come tonight!

[ZareenK]

Incredibly hot update! Please continue the story. Hope this is not the end.

Thank you. This is definitely not the end  , this is going to be a very long story depending on the response I get here.

[ZareenK]

Incredibly hot update! Please continue the story. Hope this is not the end.

Thank you. This is definitely not the end  , this is going to be a very long story depending on the response I get here.

[ZareenK]

That’s a super hot update! Can't wait to check out the next one! Any idea when you will post the next update! Hoping for something today!

Thank you Shazia. Next update will be posted tonight!

[ShaziaMirza]

Thank you Shazia. Next update will be posted tonight!

Eagerly waiting for tonight’s update

[ShakirAli]

Thank you Shazia. Next update will be posted tonight!

Still waiting for this promised update!

[ZareenK]

Eagerly waiting for tonight’s update

Thanks for waiting and I apologize for the delay. The update will be posted in few minutes now  

[ZareenK]

Still waiting for this promised update!

Apologies for the delay. Update will be posted in few minutes.

[ZareenK]

Update 6:

The next day at college, he walked the halls with his head down, avoiding the eyes of his classmates. When he saw Tarannum in the distance, his heart raced, and he ducked into a nearby classroom, his palms slick with sweat. The thought of facing her, of her knowing what she had done to him, was unbearable. But she was everywhere—her laughter echoing down the hallways, her voice a taunting siren's call that sent shivers down his spine.


He watched her from afar, dressed in a salwar kameez that was demure yet alluring, the dupatta dbangd elegantly around her shoulders. Her high-heeled sandals clicked against the tile floor, a sound that now made his stomach churn. They didn't seem like a symbol of power anymore, but rather a weapon of seduction, a tool to entrap the unsuspecting. Her hips swayed with a deliberate grace, and he knew that she was thinking of him, that she was playing with him, like a cat with a mouse.

As the day wore on, Ajay felt the weight of her words from the night before pressing down on him, crushing the air from his lungs. His thoughts were a jumbled mess of fear, anger, and a sickening arousal that he couldn't shake. He avoided her gaze, the very sight of her making his skin crawl. But she found him, her eyes meeting his in the crowded hallway, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

Tarannum was dressed in a stunning salwar kameez, the material clinging to her curves in a way that was both elegant and erotic. Her dupatta was dbangd artfully, hinting at the bare skin beneath. The high-heeled sandals she wore clicked confidently against the floor, each step a silent promise of the power she held over him. They added an allure to her gait, a seductive sway that drew the eyes of every male student, and the envy of the female ones.

In the classroom, she was the epitome of professionalism, her voice clear and firm as she guided the class through complex algebra equations. But every now and then, her eyes would flicker to Ajay, and the corner of her mouth would twitch up in a knowing smile. She was in complete control, her every gesture calculated to stir the potent cocktail of fear and desire that now ruled his days. The sandals, once a symbol of authority, had become a silent declaration of her sexual prowess, a promise of the debauchery that awaited him in the privacy of her home.

Her salwar kameez was a deep shade of emerald, the fabric whispering against her body as she moved. The neckline was modest, but the way she leaned over the desks to help the other students, her breasts would briefly graze the edge of the fabric, revealing a tantalizing hint of cleavage. Her dupatta was a vibrant red, a stark contrast that only served to highlight the swell of her breasts beneath the kameez. The high-heeled sandals she wore added an extra dimension to her grace, the leather straps wrapping around her ankles and legs like a lover's embrace. They clicked against the floor with a rhythm that seemed to echo in his mind, a siren's song that drew him in despite his fear.

Tarannum's eyes searched the room, finally settling on Ajay. She held his gaze for a moment longer than necessary, a smoldering heat burning in her eyes that made his cheeks flush. The class was a blur around him, his heart racing as she approached his desk. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against his arm, and whispered in his ear, "You know where to find me tonight." Her breath was warm and sweet, the scent of her perfume mingling with the faint hint of alcohol meaning she had started early. Her sandals clicked softly against the floor, the sound echoing in his ears like a promise of what was to come.

The rest of the day was a blur of fear and anticipation. Ajay couldn't focus on his lessons, the image of Tarannum's sandals etched into his mind, a silent reminder of her dominance. She had changed from the woman he had known, the one who had always been a figure of authority, to something darker, more primal. Her high-heeled sandals were no longer just a fashion statement but had become an extension of her power, a tool to control and manipulate.

The final bell rang, and the students spilled out into the hallway, their laughter and chatter a stark contrast to the silence in his own head. He gathered his books, his legs feeling like lead as he made his way home. The sun was dipping low in the sky, casting long shadows across the pavement.

In the evening, Ajay found himself unable to face the horror of Tarannum's house. He hovered on the terrace of his own home, his hand trembling as he clutched his phone. The sun had set, leaving the neighborhood bathed in a soft, eerie glow that seemed to highlight the shadows of his fear. He knew he couldn't go to her, couldn't endure another night of her twisted games. He needed to find a way to break free from her grasp.

But as the clock ticked closer to the time she usually expected him, the inevitable happened. His phone buzzed in his pocket, the vibration a harsh reminder of his predicament. He pulled it out, his heart racing as he saw her name on the screen. He swiped to answer, his voice shaking as he tried to form an excuse. "I... I can't come tonight, ma'am. I'm not feeling well."

The line was quiet for a moment, and then her voice, slurred with alcohol, cut through the silence. "Don't lie to me, Ajay," she growled. "You know what happens when you don't come when I call." The threat in her words was as clear as the clinking of ice in a glass. "If you don't come now, I'll complain to the principal that you tried to take advantage of me. Who do you think they'll believe?"

Ajay felt his stomach drop, his palms slick with sweat. He couldn't risk her wrath, not now, not when she had the power to ruin his life with a single phone call. "I'm on my way," he murmured, his voice tight with fear. He slipped his phone back into his pocket and made his way downstairs, his legs feeling like they might give out beneath him.

The walk to her house was a blur of anxiety and dread. He didn't know how he was going to get through another night with her, didn't know how much more he could take. When he finally reached her door, he paused, taking a deep breath to steady himself before ringing the bell.

[ZareenK]

Apologies for the spelling error “dbangd” in the above update but unfortunately I am unable to fix it. The word should be  “d r a p e d” but the hilarious settings of xossipy forum changes “r a p e” to “bang” even when these letters come in this sequence in any word.   Or 

[ShakirAli]

Too erotic and sensual…. Amazing update!

[royarnab26]

Before coming to the story I was really thrilled with the intro but once started reading first few updates & got theme of the story I would like to say that it's utterly disappointing the way story goes. I guess many audience like me resonates with me that the thrill one gets into erotica is in its captivating plot, not getting directly into the thick of the things as it feels unrealistic & fake. Enticing, slow seducing creates more excitement among readers. It's a simple Pray & Predator theme where Predator is the Nature teacher forcing his naive gullible student as her Pray. Forcing him into doing things with his concent. His tears shows that he is not enjoying the moment & doesn't had any sexual feelings for the teacher but teacher forces herself into him & this is clearcut R@₹€. Which no one should encourage not only for Girls but also for Boys too.

[ZareenK]

Before coming to the story I was really thrilled with the intro but……

Thank you so much for taking the time to share your thoughts on my story. It's always valuable to receive feedback from readers. I truly appreciate your perspective on my story. 

I understand that the storyline of a mature teacher engaging in an encounter with a reluctant young student might not align with everyone's tastes. Erotica, much like any form of art or literature, is indeed subjective and comes in a wide spectrum of themes and styles. Some prefer the slow burn of a consensual romance, while others may be more drawn to the intensity of a non-consensual dynamic. It's the beauty of the genre that it can accommodate such diverse preferences.

As an amateur writer, I am trying to write a story that reflects the multifaceted nature of human desires and fantasies, which can sometimes be darker or more controversial than what is traditionally considered 'appropriate'. However, it's important to clarify that the story is purely a work of fiction, intended for mature audiences who wish to explore the boundaries of their imagination. It is not meant to promote or endorse any form of non-consensual behavior in real life, but rather to provide a safe space for readers to indulge in a fantasy that they might find intriguing or even a bit shocking.

The plot of my story may indeed be more intense than what you typically enjoy, and that's perfectly okay. There are countless other stories on the forum that delve into different themes and dynamics, each tailored to suit various readers' preferences. I encourage you to explore the vast array of content available and find the ones that truly captivate your imagination and tickle your fancy.

Again, I am grateful for your feedback and hope that you can appreciate the diversity of storytelling within the erotica genre. Thank you for being a part of the vibrant community here, and keep exploring the tantalizing world of literary pleasure.

Cheers!

[ShaziaMirza]

Oh my, what a scintillating update! So arousing!