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

[rohitkapoor]

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[ShakirAli]

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[ZareenK]

Oh my, what a scintillating update! So arousing!

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[ZareenK]

Great job with the story so far! Please keep going with your updates and don’t let any stray detractors stop you! This is truly an outstanding story with a fresh and unique theme.

Thank you for your support!

[ZareenK]

Will there be an update this weekend? Please!

I’ll try to post an update late tonight! Cheers!

[ZareenK]

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Update 7

The door swung open, and there she was, Tarannum, standing before him in a sheer nightie that left nothing to the imagination. The fabric clung to her curves, the transparency revealing the smooth, hairless mound between her legs. Her eyes were glassy with drink, her lips painted a dark shade of red that matched the stiletto sandals she wore. The heels had to be at least four inches high, making her tower over him in a way that was both terrifying and exciting.


The smell of whiskey wafted from her, mixing with the scent of her heavy perfume. She took a drag from her cigarette, the tip glowing in the dim light of the hallway. "You're late," she slurred, her voice a sweet, poisonous whisper. She stepped aside, allowing him to enter, the click of her sandals echoing through the house.

The living room was a stark contrast to her attire, the walls adorned with IsIamic art depicting the holy city of Mecca and verses from the Quran written in elegant Arabic script. The sight of her in such a state, surrounded by these sacred symbols, made Ajay's stomach churn. Yet, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. She was a vision of beauty and depravity, a siren in a sea of virtue.

Tarannum took another drag from her cigarette, the tip glowing like a malevolent eye in the dimly lit room. She sauntered over to the couch, her hips swaying with a drunken grace that was both mesmerizing and terrifying. Her sandals clicked with each step, the sound echoing off the walls like the tick of a time bomb.

Ajay followed her, his eyes drawn to the way her nightie clung to her body, revealing every curve and shadow. The contrast between the holy images on the walls and the depraved scene unfolding before him was stark, a jolting reminder of the woman he had trusted. The sight of her bare feet in those towering sandals, the delicate arch of her foot, made his stomach twist in a knot of fear and arousal.

Tarannum's slurred voice was like a caress, a velvet-covered blade that slid through his defenses. She patted the couch next to her, the cigarette dangling from her fingers, the ash dangerously close to her nightie. "Come, sit," she said, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust. The alcohol had loosened her inhibitions, but it had also sharpened her predatory instincts. The half bottle of Royal-Stag whiskey on the coffee table was a testament to her evening's indulgence.

Ajay sat down, his eyes drawn to the religious art on the walls, the holy city of Mecca staring back at him in silent judgment. He felt the heat of her body, the warmth of her skin through the flimsy fabric of the nightie. Her sandals clicked against the marble floor as she shifted, the heels sinking slightly with each movement. The sight of her bare, hairless legs was both alluring and repulsive, a stark contrast to the sacred verses that surrounded them.

Her slurred voice was a symphony of sweetness and malice, each word a velvet-wrapped thorn that pierced his resolve. "You know, Ajay," she began, her eyes glinting with a cruel light, "you're the only one who knows what a dirty little secret I have." She took another drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling around her like a lover's embrace. "But you're going to keep it, aren't you?"

Tarannum's bare, hairless legs stretched out before him, the sandals accentuating their sleekness. The sight was almost mesmerizing, a stark contrast to the roughness of the act she had committed the night before. Her smooth skin seemed to glow in the dim light, a beacon of sin in a world that demanded purity. Ajay felt his heart hammer in his chest, his body responding to her in ways he didn't want to admit.

Her hand reached out, the tips of her fingers tracing a line from his knee to his thigh, sending a shiver up his spine. "You're so obedient," she purred, her voice a blend of sweetness and malice. "I like that in a boy." Her hand moved higher, her fingers dancing over the fabric of his pants. Despite his fear, he felt himself harden, the betrayal of his body a silent protest to the horror of his situation.

Tarannum noticed, her smile widening. "Looks like someone's enjoying themselves," she said, her eyes glinting with a predatory light. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Don't worry, my little toy," she whispered. "You'll get used to it." Her hand closed around him, squeezing tightly, and Ajay bit back a gasp.

The room was well lit, the soft glow of the pendant lights revealing every detail of her flawless, hairless skin. Her smoothness was almost alien, a stark contrast to the roughness of his own body. He knew he should push her away, should scream for help, but the fear of her retribution kept his voice trapped in his throat. He sat there, trembling, as she continued to stroke him, her movements sure and confident.

Tarannum had always had a taste for the forbidden, and Ajay was her latest conquest. Despite her many encounters with men and women, there was something about the power she held over this young, innocent boy that thrilled her beyond words. Her eyes glinted with a sadistic pleasure as she watched his fear mingle with the beginnings of arousal. Her voice was sweet, the words a gentle caress that made his stomach turn. "You're mine now, Ajay," she whispered, her breath hot against his neck. "My little toy to play with whenever I wish."

Tarannum's hand slid higher up Ajay's thigh, her grip tightening around his erection. He could feel the heat of her breath on his neck, her whispers a mix of sweet promises and dark threats. "Let's go to my room," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down his spine. Ajay followed her on legs that felt like they belonged to someone else, his eyes on the sway of her hips and the click of her sandals as they echoed through the hallway. Tarannum stumbled quite a bit, the whiskey having a firm grip on her senses as she teetered in her four-inch heels, her balance compromised but her desire unwavering.

The hallway was lined with family portraits and awards she had received over the years. The irony of her actions in such a personal space was not lost on Ajay. He followed her into the bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest, as she swayed down the corridor with the grace of a drunk gazelle leading him holding his hand. The room was well-appointed, a testament to her wealth, with a king-sized bed in the center, adorned with silk sheets and plush pillows. The scent of her perfume was thick in the air, a cloying mix of jasmine and musk that seemed to cling to every surface. The thick curtains were drawn to keep neighbors at bay, and the room was brightly lit, showcasing every inch of her opulent lifestyle.

Her sandals clicked against the polished hardwood floor, the sound a grim reminder of his fate. She released his hand and stumbled to the bed, her movements deliberate and exaggerated as she climbed onto the mattress. Ajay felt his knees wobble as she beckoned him closer, her eyes glazed with desire. She reached for the sash of her nightie, her full breasts spilling out as the fabric parted. Her skin was soft and pale, a stark contrast to the dark areolae and erect nipples that begged for attention.

"Take off your shirt," she slurred, her voice thick with need. Ajay's hands trembled as he obeyed, his eyes never leaving hers. He watched as she ran her fingers over her own breasts, her movements slow and sensual. His own body responded despite his fear, his erection pressing painfully against his pants.

With a smug smile, she reached out and unbuckled his belt, her eyes never leaving his. "You want this," she murmured, her hand sliding down to grip him firmly. Ajay flinched, his eyes squeezing shut as she began to stroke him through the fabric. "Look at me," she ordered, her voice harsher now. He opened his eyes, the humiliation and desire warring on his face as she stroked him.

Tarannum's hand moved deftly, pulling his pants down to expose his erection. He was young and uncut, his cock standing at attention despite the fear that clouded his eyes. She licked her lips, her gaze hungry as she took in the sight of him. She continued to stroke him, her grip firm and sure, watching as he swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving hers. "Take off the rest," she ordered, her voice thick with desire. Ajay complied, his body moving on autopilot as he stepped out of his pants and underwear.

Her eyes roamed over his naked body, the muscles of his chest and stomach tight with tension. His legs were smooth and hairless, his cock pulsing with each beat of his racing heart. She smirked, the power of the situation intoxicating her. "You're so beautiful," she murmured, the words sticking in her throat like a mouthful of ash. "So perfect for what I need."

Tarannum's own nightie was cast aside, revealing her smooth, hairless form. Her breasts were large and heavy, the areolae dark and puckered. Her stomach was flat, a testament to the hours she spent at the gym and the calories she burnt with lots of sex. Her pussy was shaved clean, a pink slit surrounded by soft, inviting flesh. Ajay's eyes were glued to her body, his fear mixing with a reluctant fascination. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his cock, and brought it to her mouth. The contact was hot and wet, and Ajay couldn't hold back a whimper as she took him in, her eyes never leaving his.

Her mouth was a thing of beauty, a contradiction to the cruelty in her eyes. She sucked him deep, her tongue swirling around the head, her hand working his shaft in time with her mouth. Ajay felt his body betraying him, his hips moving of their own accord as he grew closer to climax. But she was in no hurry, her movements slow and deliberate, savoring his youthful vigor.

When she finally pulled away, her lips were glistening with his precum, and she smacked them together with a wet sound that made him cringe. "Now, my sweet boy," she purred, her voice a mix of sweetness and menace, "it's your turn to taste me." She spread her legs, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. Ajay felt his stomach lurch as he took in the sight of her bare, swollen pussy.

He knelt before her, his heart racing, his mouth dry with fear. Her sandals remained on, the heels digging into the plush mattress as she leaned back, her hand guiding his face towards her sex. "Lick me," she ordered, her voice thick with desire. "Lick me bhenchod, like the good little chutiya you are." Ajay's mind reeled at the vile words coming from the mouth of the woman who had been his teacher, his mentor. But fear held him captive, and he obeyed, his tongue tentatively touching the slick folds of her pussy.

[ShakirAli]

Too good! Really hot update!

[ShaziaMirza]

Wow, talk about spicy! This update is smoking hot! I'm dying to keep reading about how Tarannum totally collegeed her student Ajay in the bedroom department. She's showing him the ropes, or should I say, the moves! Can't wait to see how she turns him into a full-fledged love machine.

[ShakirAli]

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[rohitkapoor]

An intense and captivating update. The story is developing nicely. Please continue with regular updates.

[ShakirAli]

When will be the  next update… waiting eagerly.

[ZareenK]

Too good! Really hot update!

Thank you.

[ZareenK]

Wow, talk about spicy! This update is smoking hot! I'm dying to keep reading about how Tarannum totally collegeed her student Ajay in the bedroom department. She's showing him the ropes, or should I say, the moves! Can't wait to see how she turns him into a full-fledged love machine.

Thank you so much Shazia! I’m thrilled to hear you’re enjoying the story. I appreciate your support, and I’m glad it’s resonating with you.

[ZareenK]

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Update coming up soon!

[ZareenK]

An intense and captivating update. The story is developing nicely. Please continue with regular updates.

Thank you so much for your kind words! Your feedback means a lot to me, and it motivates me to keep writing!

[ZareenK]

When will be the  next update… waiting eagerly.

I’m working on it and I’ll try to post it soon, hopefully tonight!

[ZareenK]

Update 8:

Tarannum's moans grew louder as Ajay licked and kissed her, his mind racing with thoughts of escape. The smell of her arousal filled his nostrils, making him feel sick, yet his own body responded, trapped between the horror of his situation and the innate need for pleasure. She grabbed his hair, pushing his face closer, her hips grinding against his mouth. "Yes," she breathed, "just like that, madarchod."

Her sandals remained on, the heels digging into the mattress as she pulled him closer, her legs spread wide. Ajay's eyes were glazed with fear and disgust, but he obeyed, his tongue moving faster as she grew wetter. Her voice was a symphony of sweetness and filth, whispering degradations in his ear that made him feel like less than nothing. Yet, as much as he hated her, he couldn't deny the power she had over him.

Tarannum's hand tangled in his hair, guiding his mouth as she moaned and thrashed beneath him. Her other hand played with her own breasts, the tips hardening as she watched his face, contorted in a mix of revulsion and arousal. "Look at me," she demanded, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down his spine. "Look at how much I enjoy your mouth on me, you little gandu chutiya."

Ajay felt the weight of her hand on the back of his head, pushing him down further as she grew wetter and more insistent. He could feel her fingers tightening around his hair, her nails scbanging his scalp, but he didn't dare stop. The taste of her was bitter and foreign, but he knew better than to resist. The heels of her sandals were digging into the plush mattress as she ground against his face, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

And then it happened. Tarannum's body tensed, her legs clamping around his head as she reached her climax. He felt the hot gush of her juices spurt against his face, soaking him like a fountain of sin. Her moan was a keening wail that filled the room, a sound that seemed to come from somewhere deep within her, a place that had been long buried beneath layers of deceit and manipulation. Her body convulsed as she came, her pussy pulsing against his mouth in a display of primal need.

Ajay pulled away, gasping for air, his face wet and sticky with her release. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the taste of her still lingering on his tongue. Disgust and confusion clouded his features as he stared at her, his eyes wide with horror. He had never seen or experienced anything like this before. In his innocence, he had thought it was pee. "Why did you do that… Khan ma'am?" he choked out, his voice shaking.

Tarannum threw her head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the room, a cruel mockery of his innocence. "That's what happens when a woman comes, Ajay," she said, her voice thick with satisfaction. "You're learning so much tonight, aren't you?" She leaned back against the pillows, her chest heaving with the exertion of her climax. The sight of his distress and his naivety only served to heighten her excitement.

She watched him with a triumphant smile, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The power dynamics had shifted, and she knew it. Her hand released his hair, and she lay back, her legs spread wide, her sandals still planted firmly on the bed, the heels digging into the sheets like twin reminders of her dominance.

Tarannum reached up and grabbed Ajay's chin, her nails digging into his skin. She tilted his head back, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Look at me," she hissed, her eyes glinting with malice. "Look at what you do to me." Her voice was thick with lust and something else, something darker that sent a chill down his spine.

With a twisted smile, she brought her hand up to his face, her fingers coated in her own juices. Ajay flinched as she smeared the sticky wetness across his cheeks, the taste of her still in his mouth. "Such a good boy," she crooned, her voice slipping into a harsher tone as she leaned in closer. "Now, let me clean you up."

Tarannum pulled him up to her face, her eyes gleaming with a twisted mix of pleasure and malice. "Bhonsdike madarchod! Look what a mess you've made," she said, her voice a cocktail of lust and contempt as she examined his face, smeared with her essence. Ajay's eyes watered, his nose wrinkling at the bitter taste that clung to his lips. She leaned in, her breath hot and ragged, her tongue snaking out to lick a slow, deliberate path across his cheek.

Her tongue was rough and demanding, lapping up the evidence of her orgasm as if it were a sweet dessert. Ajay's eyes squeezed shut, his body trembling as she groaned with pleasure. Her hand was still wrapped in his hair, keeping him in place as she cleaned his face with long, slow strokes of her tongue. The saltiness of her sweat mixed with the tartness of her arousal, a flavor he would never be able to forget.

Tarannum's breath was hot against his skin as she whispered in his ear, "Look how much I own you, Ajay. How your mouth is now filled with my taste." Her words were a mix of Urdu slang and English, a toxic blend that left him feeling more violated than ever. "You're mine," she hissed, her tongue flicking out to lick his eyelid. "Mine to use whenever I want."

Ajay's face was a canvas of disbelief and revulsion as he realized what had just occurred. He had never seen or heard of such acts, his innocence shattered by the woman who was supposed to guide him through his adolescence. He tried to pull away, but her grip was like iron, her sandals digging into his back as she held him in place. "Khan ma'am, please, why are you doing this?" he pleaded, his voice cracking with fear and confusion.

Tarannum's laugh was a wicked symphony that filled the room. "It's part of the fun, my dear," she cooed, her breath reeking of whiskey and the sourness of her climax. "You're so pure, so untouched. It's a delicious little treat for me." Her eyes gleamed with a sadistic pleasure as she watched the horror unfold on Ajay's face.

Ajay's cheeks were flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. "Please, let me go," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. But she only tightened her grip, her hand sliding down to his neck, her thumb stroking his pulse point with a gentle but firm pressure. "You're not going anywhere," she whispered, her voice a dark promise. "Not until I've had my fill."

Her eyes never left his as she reached down and took his cock in her hand, guiding it to her mouth. He watched in horror as her lips parted, her tongue flicking out to lick the head before taking him in. He felt her warm, wet mouth envelop him, her teeth scbanging lightly against his sensitive skin. The sensation was jarring, a mix of pain and pleasure that made him moan against his will.

Tarannum sucked greedily, her eyes fluttering closed as she enjoyed the taste of his fear and arousal. She could feel him getting harder, his body responding despite his mind's protests. Her hand was a vice around the base of his shaft, her movements swift and sure as she took him deeper, her throat constricting around his length. She hummed in pleasure, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his body.

Her eyes snapped open, and she pulled away, panting. "Look at me," she demanded, her voice a harsh whisper. Ajay's eyes met hers, filled with a mix of dread and arousal. She smirked, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. "Now, my pet," she said, her hand guiding his cock back to her mouth, "it's time for me to taste your sweet cream."

Her mouth closed around him again, her teeth scbanging lightly along his shaft as she took him deep. Ajay's body jerked, the sensation overwhelming as she sucked and licked with a fervor that seemed to defy her age. Her hand worked in tandem, her thumb circling the base of his cock, her nails digging in just enough to sting. It was a dance of pain and pleasure that Ajay had never known existed, and his body responded with a fervor that matched hers.

The feeling grew, a pressure building in his balls that was both terrifying and exhilarating. It felt eerily similar to the previous evening, when she had claimed his virginity in a fierce, lustful bang. His hips began to move of their own accord, thrusting into her mouth as she took him deeper, her throat muscles contracting around him.

[ShakirAli]

Superb Update!