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

[ShaziaMirza]

Wow Zareen, you've really outdone yourself with this steamy update. The graphic depiction of Tarannum instructing Ajay in the art of oral delights was absolutely scorching and incredibly titillating. I'm on the edge of my seat awaiting the next sizzling chapter...

[ShakirAli]

Waiting for the next update. Will there be an update during this weekend.

[rohitkapoor]

Waiting for another hot update!

[ShakirAli]

Waiting for update.

[ZareenK]

Superb Update! 

Thank you so much!

[ZareenK]

Wow Zareen, you've really outdone yourself with this steamy update. The graphic depiction of Tarannum instructing Ajay in the art of oral delights was absolutely scorching and incredibly titillating. I'm on the edge of my seat awaiting the next sizzling chapter...

Thank you Shania

[ZareenK]

Waiting for the next update. Will there be an update during this weekend.

I’ll try to post update by tomorrow night.

[ZareenK]

Waiting for another hot update!

There will be an update tonight.

[ShakirAli]

Still waiting…

[ZareenK]

Still waiting…

My apologies. I couldn’t post the update last night! The update is almost ready and InshaIlah, I will post the update today for sure!

[ZareenK]

Update 9

Tarannum's eyes locked onto his, a fierce hunger burning within them. She could feel him getting closer, his body tensing beneath her grip. Her own arousal spiked, knowing that she had brought this innocent boy to the brink of ecstasy against his will. Ajay's eyes were wide with shock and disbelief, his hips moving erratically as he approached the unknown.

The previous day, when she had forced him to come, it had been like watching a butterfly emerge from its cocoon. Ajay had never even touched himself in that way, never experienced the overwhelming pleasure that was now building within him. As she felt the telltale signs of his impending orgasm, her own desire grew. She craved the taste of his virgin cum, the thought of it making her pussy throb with need. Her movements grew more frenzied, her hand a blur as she worked him closer to the edge.

Ajay's eyes rolled back in his head, his body stiffening as the orgasm ripped through him. He had no control over his reactions, his body a traitor to his mind. The pleasure was so intense, so all-consuming that he couldn't even protest as he spilled into her mouth, his seed hot and sticky on her tongue. Tarannum swallowed greedily, her eyes never leaving his, the triumph in her gaze unmistakable.

The room was silent except for their harsh breathing, the smell of sex and fear thick in the air. Ajay's body went slack, his legs trembling as he tried to process what had just happened. It was similar to the night before, when his first orgasm had been ripped from him against his will, the mix of pleasure and pain leaving him dizzy and disoriented. He could feel her hand still wrapped around his softening cock, her grip loosening but not letting go.

Tarannum sat up, a smug smile playing on her lips as she looked down at him. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of his innocence. "So, how was that?"she asked, her voice like a serpent's hiss. "You came so nicely filling up your teacher’s mouth with your little man’s juice, while fucking me like a champ.” Ajay couldn't speak, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. He felt dirty, used, and utterly powerless.

But she wasn't done with him yet. Her hand slid down his body, her nails scbanging against his sensitive skin as she reached for his cock. It was still semi-hard, a testament to the confusion of his body's response to her abuse. "Looks like you enjoyed it," she murmured, her thumb circling the head. "But we can't have you going home with that kind of energy, can we?"

With surprising strength, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him, her sandals digging into his thighs. She leaned forward, her heavy breasts hanging in his face like twin moons of temptation. "Play with them," she ordered, her voice a seductive purr. "Make them feel good for me." Ajay's hands trembled as he obeyed, his fingertips brushing against the soft mounds. They were warm and yielding, the feeling strange and unwelcome.

He tried to focus on anything but her, his eyes straying to the holy images on the wall. But Tarannum was having none of it. She grabbed his head, her nails digging into his scalp as she forced his face into her cleavage. "Look at me," she demanded, her breath hot against his ear. "Look at your teacher, the woman you worship." He could feel the heat of her body, the weight of her breasts pressing against him as she guided his hands to squeeze and knead them.

Her skin was like velvet, her nipples hard and erect against his palms. The jasmine scent of her perfume was suffocating, mixing with the musk of sex and sweat. "Lick them," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "Show me how much you want me." Ajay's tongue darted out, tentatively flicking against one of her nipples. The taste was foreign, but the feeling of powerlessness was all too familiar.

Tarannum moaned, her head thrown back in pleasure. "Yes," she hissed, her hand guiding his mouth to her other breast. "Just like that, you dirty little thing." Her sandals remained in place, the heels digging into his thighs like twin anchors holding him in place. Ajay felt the muscles in his jaw clench as he complied, his tongue circling her areola, her moans growing louder.

Her hands roamed over his body, her nails raking across his chest and stomach, leaving trails of fire in their wake. She grabbed his hands again, bringing them to her breasts and forcing him to squeeze them harder. "You like that, don't you?" she taunted, her voice a mix of lust and amusement. "My big, fat boobs in your little hands." Ajay could feel the heat of her breath against his ear, her words a toxic cocktail that made him want to both push her away and submit to her will.

Her thumbs flicked his nipples, the sensation sending a bolt of arousal straight to his cock. He gasped, his body betraying him as it began to harden again. She took his hand and guided it between her legs, her pussy already slick with need. "Feel how wet you make me," she murmured, her voice a sweet poison that coiled around his soul. "Feel how much I want you."

Ajay's fingers trembled as he touched her, the softness and heat of her sex unlike anything he had ever felt before. She moaned, her hips rolling against his hand as she leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. Her sandals remained on, the heels digging into his thighs as she ground against his hand, her movements frantic and demanding.

Tarannum's eyes never left his as she whispered dirty words in his ear, her breath hot and ragged. "Yes, just like that," she urged, her voice a seductive hiss. "Show me how much you want your teacher." Ajay felt his stomach churn, but his body responded, his cock growing harder as she manipulated him.

Her hand guided his, pushing his fingers into her wetness, the sticky warmth of her arousal coating his hand. He gasped as she began to grind against him, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate circle that made his head spin. "Fuck me," she breathed, her voice a low growl of need. "Fuck me like the little madarchod you are."

Ajay felt his body respond, his cock thickening against her thigh. He didn't want this, didn't want any of this, but his body was a traitor, responding to the primal urges she stirred within him. His fingers slid inside her, the sensation making him feel sick and aroused at the same time. She moaned, her eyes closing in pleasure as she began to ride his hand, her sandals still digging into his legs.

Tarannum's breathing grew ragged, her hips bucking against his hand as she approached her climax. The sound of her wetness filled the room, a stark contrast to the silence of the night outside. Ajay felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead as he watched her, his mind racing with a mix of fear and fascination.

With a final, desperate thrust, Tarannum's body stiffened, and she let out a guttural moan as she came, her pussy clenching around his fingers. Ajay could feel the power in her body, the way she writhed and shuddered with pleasure, and for a brief moment, he almost felt like he had some semblance of control. But it was fleeting.

Before the tremors had even stopped, she rolled off him, landing on her back with a thud and the heels of her sandals digging into the bed. Tarannum's eyes were hooded, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she spread her legs wide, the musky scent of her desire filling the room. "Now, fuck me madarchod," she ordered, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I want to feel you inside me."

Ajay stared at her, his heart racing and his mind reeling. He didn't know how to process the tumult of emotions coursing through him, but his body had a mind of its own. His cock was still hard, his body responding to her command despite his horror. He positioned himself between her legs, his knees sinking into the softness of the bed, and she reached down to guide him, her hand wrapping around his shaft with a firmness that brooked no argument.

Tarannum's eyes never left his as she lined him up with her wetness, her thumb stroking the head of his cock. "Look at me," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. "Bhonsdike… look at me as you take my pussy." He tried to focus on anything but the lust in her gaze, his eyes dropping to her sandals, the heels digging into the bed like twin symbols of his degradation.

With a grunt of effort, he pushed into her, feeling the tight warmth of her sex envelop him. It was a strange sensation, one that filled him with a mix of fear and arousal. She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she wrapped her legs around his waist, the sandals digging into his buttocks. "Good boy," she breathed, her voice a mix of pleasure and victory. "Fuck me, harami saale. Make me feel good."

Her words were like a knife to his soul, but his body didn't care. It responded to the heat of her, the slickness of her pussy as he began to move his hips. Ajay felt like a puppet on a string, his movements jerky and unsure. Tarannum's hand guided him, showing him the rhythm she wanted, her nails digging into his skin. "Just like that," she murmured, her eyes opening to meet his. "Just like that, mere bhonsad-chod pille."

Ajay's heart raced as he pushed into her, her sandals digging into his ass like two points of fire. He didn't know how to make this feel good for her, didn't know what he was doing, but she seemed to revel in his inexperience. Her eyes were half-lidded, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as he fucked her. Each thrust brought him closer to the edge, his body responding despite his mind's screams of protest.

He could feel the muscles in her pussy tightening around him, her hips rising to meet his. "Fuck me," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. "Harder, faster." Her words were like a spell, his body moving of its own accord as he tried to give her what she wanted. The bed rocked beneath them, the slap of her sandals against his skin a steady rhythm that matched the beat of his thrusts.

[ShakirAli]

Superb Update 

[rohitkapoor]

Very hot!

[ShaziaMirza]

Awesome… another scintillating update!

[Sandyrockz703]

Super story.... Waiting for more updates

[ShakirAli]

Waiting for the next update.

[ZareenK]

Superb Update 

Thank you.

[ZareenK]

Very hot!

Thank you

[ZareenK]

Awesome… another scintillating update!

Thank you.

[ZareenK]

Super story.... Waiting for more updates

Thank you