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

[ZareenK]

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Update 11

For the next three weeks, the pattern continued. Tarannum would summon him with a simple text, and like a moth to a flame, he would find himself at her doorstep, his heart racing with dread. Each time she greeted him with the same drunken smile, her eyes heavy with desire and the promise of another twisted lesson. Her salwar suits would be thrown aside, replaced by skimpy lingerie and high-heeled sandals that seemed to clack with authority as she strutted around her living room. He would kneel before her, his nose filling with the scent of stale cigarettes and alcohol as he kissed and licked the leather of her sandals, his mind a fog of revulsion and strange fascination.


Her appetites grew more insatiable with each encounter. She taught him the art of pleasuring her in every conceivable way, pushing his limits until he thought he would break. The sound of her moans echoed through the room as he obeyed her every command, his body responding despite his mind's screams of protest. She would ride him, her sandals digging into the sides of his thighs, her nails raking his skin as she took him in her mouth and her ass, the pain and pleasure intertwining until he could no longer tell them apart.

In the dim light of her bedroom, the flickering of the TV screen cast grotesque shadows on the walls as they watched porn together. Her hand would trace the contours of his body, guiding him to mimic the scenes unfolding before them. She would whisper instructions in his ear, her breath hot and sweet with the scent of whiskey and cigarette smoke. He felt like a marionette, his strings pulled by her whims, his every move a performance for her amusement.

Her sandals remained an enduring feature in their perverted ceremony, a token of power as they enacted their cravings, the high heels digging into his flesh as she mounted him, and the leather smacking his skin when she bound her legs around his waist, the sandals leaving a rhythmic tattoo against his body with every forceful penetration into her welcoming warmth. She reveled in his submission, her eyes never leaving his as she pushed his face into the pillow, his muffled cries lost in the cacophony of the pornographic sounds that filled the room.

One evening, she decided to take things further. "Tonight," she whispered in his ear, her breath hot and pungent with whiskey, "I want you to take me in the ass." Ajay's stomach clenched with fear, but he knew better than to argue. He nodded, his eyes downcast. Tarannum's smile grew wicked, her hand sliding down to his erection, stroking it to a painful hardness.

In the brightly lit room, the only sounds were their heavy breathing and the rustle of fabric as they undressed. She positioned herself on all fours, her sandals still on, the heels digging into the bed. The sight of her bare ass made his heart race with a mix of dread and unwanted arousal. He approached her, his cock in his hand, lubricant glistening on the tip. She reached back and guided him, her fingers cold and firm. "Slowly," she instructed, her voice strained with anticipation.

Ajay's eyes were squeezed shut as he pushed into her, feeling the tightness clench around him. Her sandals remained on, the leather cool against his shins as he moved in and out, her moans of pleasure guiding his rhythm. The smell of her filled the room, a heady mix of lust and sweat. He could feel the tension in her body, the way she pushed back against him, urging him deeper, harder. Each thrust was a silent scream of protest from his soul, each retreat a stolen moment of relief before the next invasion.

The friction of her body against his grew more intense with every moment, the sandals digging into the bed as she rocked back and forth. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. It was a dance of dominance and submission, a twisted pas de deux that played out in the shadows of her room. His hands gripped the soft flesh of her hips, his nails digging in as he tried to hold onto some semblance of control. But it was she who was in charge, her body dictating the pace, her desires the only ones that mattered.

Her moans grew louder, her sandals leaving indents on his skin as she pushed back against him. And when she finally reached her climax, her body convulsed around him, the sandals scbanging against the bed frame in a frenzied rhythm. The sound of her pleasure filled the room, a cacophony of passion and power. Ajay felt himself being used, a mere instrument in her quest for gratification. But there was something about the way she looked at him, the way she held onto him, that made his heart race in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Anal sex quickly became a regular part of Tarannum's twisted ritual with Ajay.

At college, the dynamics had shifted. Tarannum's knowing smiles and lingering touches in the math class made Ajay's stomach twist with a mix of dread and anticipation. She would lean over his desk, her kameez gaping open just enough to reveal the swell of her breasts, her sandal-covered foot brushing against his leg. The other students remained oblivious to the dark secret that bound them together, their laughter and chatter a harsh contrast to the silent scream inn Ajay's mind.

In the hallways, she would whisper lewd suggestions into his ear, her breath hot and moist, leaving him trembling with fear and a strange, unwanted arousal. Her sandals clicked confidently on the tiles, the sound a constant reminder of her power over him. He felt like he was walking on eggshells, every move scrutinized by her predatory gaze.

About three weeks after Ajay's initial encounter with Tarannum, she called him into the staff room during a break, the hustle and bustle of the college hallways muffled by the heavy door. She sat at her desk, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that made his stomach turn. "Ajay," she said, her voice low and smooth as silk. "Tomorrow is Saturday and I need you to come to my house around 2 pm. We're going to have a very special study session."

The way she said it made his skin crawl, but he knew better than to argue. He nodded mutely, his eyes flicking to the clock on the wall, the seconds ticking away like the beats of a doomsday clock. "Don't worry about your parents," she continued, her voice soothing as if she were discussing a harmless extra credit assignment. "Tell them you're staying for extra help with your math. It's going to be a long session, five to six hours. We need to make sure you're fully prepared."

Ajay's heart sank. The thought of spending an entire afternoon in her clutches was almost unbearable, but he knew he had no choice. He would tell his parents exactly what she had instructed him to say, the lie sticking in his throat like a bitter pill.

The next day, with a forced smile, he assured his parents of his extended stay at Mrs. Tarannum Khan's house for a math study session, the words tasting sour on his tongue. They nodded, proud of their son's dedication to his studies. His mother packed him a snack and handed him a bottle of water. "Make sure to eat something," she said, her eyes full of concern. He took the bag from her, feeling the weight of his deception in every gesture.

On his bike, he pedaled through the quiet neighborhood streets, his heart racing with every stroke. The sun cast a gentle warmth on his back, a stark contrast to the cold dread that chilled him to his core. Ajay felt a tight knot in his stomach, his palms slick with sweat as he approached Tarannum's house. He knew that beyond those walls lay not a sanctuary of learning but a chamber of his personal hell. His religious beliefs screamed at him, reminding him that this was sin, a forbidden act, and that he was committing a grave sin with every visit. But fear of the consequences, of her and of his own desires, kept him on this path.

As he pulled up to her gate, his eyes widened in surprise. Two unfamiliar cars were parked outside, their presence an unexpected twist in the routine. For a brief moment, hope fluttered in his chest. Perhaps she had visitors. Perhaps the 'special study session' would be postponed. He could just leave, claiming he had forgotten something at home, and escape her clutches for another day. The sunlight glinted off the windshields, blurring the interiors and keeping the identities of the visitors a mystery.

But as he swung his leg over the bike and approached the door, the hope was snuffed out like a candle in a storm. The door swung open, revealing Tarannum dressed in a designer salwar-suit that clung to her body like a second skin, the neckline dipping dangerously low. She was holding a cigarette between her crimson-painted lips, the smoke curling around her face like a lover's caress. The smell of whiskey and expensive perfume wafted from her, a potent cocktail that made his stomach churn. Her eyes, dark with desire, flicked over him, taking in every detail before she stepped aside to let him in.

As Ajay entered the house, he heard the sound of women's laughter and the clink of glasses from the living room. The sight that greeted him was like a scene from a twisted Bollywood film. Two other women, Iqra Ali and Nazia Baig, were lounging on the plush sofa, sipping from crystal tumblers filled with amber liquid. They were dressed similarly to Tarannum, their salwar-suits revealing more than they concealed, and their sandals resting casually on the coffee table. Their eyes raked over him, curiosity and something darker sparking in their gazes.

The center table was laden with a smorgasbord of snacks: tandoori chicken, and paneer tikka, surrounded by bowls of chutneys. A bottle of expensive whiskey gleamed in the soft light, surrounded by a half-moon of emptied glasses and an overflowing ashtray. The burqas they had arrived in were neatly folded and placed over the chair backs, as if they had shed their modest exteriors along with their inhibitions. The room was thick with the smell of spices and tobacco, the incense of their debauchery.

Tarannum sailed into the room, her sandals clacking on the marble floor like the heels of a dominatrix approaching her playthings. She introduced Ajay with a knowing smile that made him feel exposed. "Girls," she purred, her eyes glinting with mischief, "this is my little math genius, Ajay. He's been learnings some... advanced lessons with me." The double entendre hung in the air, thick as the smoke from her cigarette. Iqra and Nazia exchanged glances, their own smiles widening like predators catching the scent of prey.

The bell rang again, piercing the charged silence like a bullet through glass. Tarannum's smile never wavered as she called out, "Come in!" The door swung open, revealing another woman in a burqa. Ajay's eyes widened in shock as she removed the veil to reveal his social studies teacher, Mrs. Tanzeer Khan. Her eyes gleamed with a hunger that matched Tarannum's. She stepped into the room, her burqa pooling around her sandals, and the sight of her in such an intimate setting was as jarring as a slap to the face.

"Ah, Tanzeer," Tarannum drawled, a wisp of smoke escaping her lips. "So nice of you to finally join us. I was beginning to think you had forgotten our little party." Her words were coated with a syrupy sweetness that only thinly veiled the sarcasm beneath. Ajay felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment and fear as Mrs. Tanzeer looked him up and down, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "This must be our little mathlete," she said, her voice a purr that seemed to stroke him. "So eager to learn, aren't you?"

The room spun around Ajay as he took in the sight of his two teachers, dressed in such a way that made him feel like he had stumbled into a den of iniquity. He could hardly believe that the same woman who had droned on about the Mughal Empire in class was now before him, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that had nothing to do with knowledge.

Tarannum waved a hand at the table laden with snacks. "Help yourself, Ajay," she said, her voice thick with an unspoken promise of what was to come. "Take whatever you like and go to my bedroom. Get comfortable and work on some math problems. Today, we're going to have a little test to see how much you've learned from me so far." Her eyes twinkled with mischief, the tip of her cigarette leaving a trail of smoke that curled around her fingers. The other women chuckled, their gazes making him feel like a lamb in a room full of horny cougars.

He obeyed, his legs trembling as he approached the table. The smell of the spicy snacks was tantalizing, but his stomach was in knots. He picked up a few pieces of tandoori chicken and paneer tikka, trying to ignore the lewd glances thrown his way and walked to the bedroom, the sound of their chuckles following him like a shadow. The bedroom was appropriately lit, the curtains drawn to keep the world outside at bay. He placed the plate on the nightstand and took a deep breath, his eyes flicking to the bed, the site of so many of his recent horrors. He had the feeling that today's 'special study session' was going to be like none before.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his heart racing, and picked up a notebook and a pen. The whiskey-infused laughter grew louder, the clack of sandals punctuating their crude jokes and bawdy poetry. Ajay couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and fascination. He had never been around women like this, so openly sexual and uninhibited. It was a stark contrast to the stoic, almost saintly figures he had grown up revering. His mind reeled with confusion as he tried to reconcile the teachers he knew with the seductive creatures in the next room.

The living room was a haze of smoke, the air thick with the musky scent of desire. The women lounged on the sofa, their designer salwar-suits rumpled and askew, revealing expanses of skin that would make any man's pulse quicken. The bottle of whiskey was already almost empty, the ice long since melted into a watery puddle at the bottom of the bucket. They were getting louder, their voices slurring as they shared stories of past conquests and giggled like collegegirls sharing secrets.

“Dil mein basi hai bus ek hi hasrat… isliye chut ki apni roz karwati hoon kheere se kasrat… aayegi sooni zindagi mei bahar… Thukwaungi lund leke chut mein kai kai baar” Nazia recited the lewd shayari, her voice thick with lust and whiskey. The room erupted in raucous laughter, the sound of their mirth bouncing off the walls like a foul echo.

“Chodo mujhe is qadar… chodo mujhe is kadar ki chut mei mache zalzala… aur mere munh se bas ye hi nikle… yallaah… yallaah” Tanzeer's voice grew louder, her shayari speaking of an insatiable lust that resonated through the living room. The other three women, Tarannum, Iqra, and Nazia, erupted into a loud chorus of "waah waahs," their eyes sparkling with a shared lust. The sound of their laughter and applause was like a dark symphony, a celebration of their depraved sisterhood.

The room was a whirlwind of smoke and lustful glances. The second bottle of whiskey was now open, the dark amber liquid disappearing down their throats as they topped up their glasses with practiced ease. Their voices grew more slurred with each sip, the words slipping out like molten wax from a candle. Iqra, with a wicked glint in her eye, leaned forward, her breasts threatening to spill out of her low-cut kameez. She cleared her throat dramatically, the sound cutting through the haze like a knife.

"So, the other night, right? My chutiya shohar…," she began, her words thick with the sweetness of the alcohol and the bitter edge of spite, "he's tossing and turning, says to me, 'Begum, I can't sleep, let's try sex.' And I'm like, 'Are you kidding me? Is your ammi....' " she paused for effect, savoring the anticipation in their eyes, " 'is your ammi singing lullaby inside my choot… that you think quickie is the answer!' " The room exploded with laughter, the women howling like hyenas at the crude humor. They leaned into each other, kissing and touching as they laughed, their hands exploring the curves and valleys of their bodies with the ease of long-practiced familiarity.

Nazia took the moment to sashay over to her luxury branded handbag, which lay open like the mouth of a greedy dragon, revealing its treasure trove of vice. She pulled out four rolled cigarettes of marijuana and a small, unassuming packet of something she called 'meow-meow'. The room buzzed with excitement as she offered them around, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of the impending decadence. Each woman took one, their fingers trembling with anticipation. They were all too eager to indulge in the illicit delights she had brought to the party.

"Oh, you naughty girl," Iqra teased, her voice thick with a playful scolding as she took a cigarette and a rolled bill from Nazia. "Always spoiling us with your little... extras." She winked at the other two, her cheeks flushed from the whiskey. Nazia pours lines of white powder onto the gleaming coffee table, the substance sparkling under the light like a trail of sugar left by a mischievous fairy. Each line looked like a miniature runway, beckoning them to indulge in the forbidden.

The women leaned in, their eyes alight with the promise of a new thrill. They lit their marijuana cigarettes, the sweet scent of the smoke mingling with the pungent aroma of the whiskey. They took turns kneeling on the table, their high-heeled sandals clicking against the marble floor, a sound that sent a shiver down Ajay's spine as he listened from the bedroom. Each woman took a line of meow-meow, their nostrils flaring as they inhaled sharply. A symphony of sniffs and giggles filled the air, punctuated by the occasional cough.

Nazia took her place among them, her eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned over the table. "Oh, come on," she protested with a grin, her voice thick with the accent of a woman who knew she was indulging in something wicked. "You know you love it. Besides, we're all adults here. A little something to spice up our lives, no?"

The women giggled, their eyes glazed with the beginnings of the drug's effects. They sat back, their salwar suits whispering against the leather of the sofa as they dragged on their marijuana cigarettes. The whiskey in their glasses swirled like liquid gold, the flames from their lighters casting shadows across the room. Their lewd conversations grew more louder and less coherent, their laughter a cacophony of pleasure and depravity. Dirty shayaris floated in the air like a perverse incense, each one more lewd than the last, leaving Ajay's ears burning and his mind racing with dread of what the afternoon held for him.

Suddenly, Tarannum broke away from the group, her eyes locked on the bedroom door. She was kissing Iqra deeply, her hands roaming over the younger woman's body, but she seemed to have forgotten her in the haze of lust and power. She stumbled to her feet, her body swaying like a tree in a storm, her high-heeled sandals wobbling precariously under her. “My little student must be waiting for his teacher," she slurred, her eyes glinting with mischief and her hand moving to her crotch. She began to sashay in her high heeled sandals towards the bedroom, her hips rolling with a drunken sensuality.

The other women watched her with a mix of envy and amusement, their own desires piqued by the spectacle. “Look at her go," Nazia said, her eyes glinting with mischief as she took a drag from her cigarette. “Always hogging the young meat for herself."

Iqra giggled, her hand still on her mouth from their kiss, her cheeks flushed. “But what about us?" she protested playfully. “You're leaving us high and dry, Tarannum." Tanzeer also chimed in, her voice a seductive purr. “Yeah chutmarani, don't forget your old friends." They watched Tarannum sway down the hallway, her sandals echoing ominously with every step.

Tarannum turned around, her eyes glinting with a mix of lust and challenge. “Don't worry, my loves," she said, her voice slurred but her intent clear. “I'll just go in and... prepare him." She winked, her free hand gesturing lewdly. “Warm him up, if you know what I mean." She took a deep drag from her marijuana cigarette, and took a sip of whiskey, the amber liquid shimmering in the glass like a captured sunset. “You lusty vixens can join me in a bit," she called over her shoulder as she stumbled into the bedroom, her sandals clicking with the confidence of a woman who knew she was in complete control.

[Zoz34]

Nice update ,very intriguing story writing, good character descriptions of Tarranum.Looking for forward for more her adventure

[rinxox]

Nice update.

[rohitkapoor]

Very erotic update!

[ZareenK]

Nice update ,very intriguing story writing, good character descriptions of Tarranum.Looking for forward for more her adventure

[ShakirAli]

Awesome update

[ZareenK]

Nice update.

Thank you

[Zoz34]

Next update pls

[Roxrix11]

Update pls

[ShaziaMirza]

Oh, wow! The update was absolutely scorching! The anticipation is driving me wild, and I am absolutely salivating at the thought of what's to come. When you suggested that Tarannum might share Ajay with her friends, it just took the story to a whole new level of naughtiness. I can't even begin to imagine the steamy encounters and sensual experiences that await us in the next chapter. Your vivid descriptions and the palpable sexual tension have me eagerly counting down the moments until the next update. Keep up the fantastic work, and please don't hold back on the kink!

[ZareenK]

Oh, wow! The update was absolutely scorching! The anticipation is driving me wild, and I am absolutely salivating at the thought of what's to come. When you suggested that Tarannum might share Ajay with her friends, it just took the story to a whole new level of naughtiness. I can't even begin to imagine the steamy encounters and sensual experiences that await us in the next chapter. Your vivid descriptions and the palpable sexual tension have me eagerly counting down the moments until the next update. Keep up the fantastic work, and please don't hold back on the kink!

Thank you for your kind feedback.

[ZareenK]

Next update pls

Thank you. 

I apologize that next update will be delayed as I am on an out-station trip and return next mid-week.

[ShaziaMirza]

Waiting for the next update!

[rohitkapoor]

Thank you. 

I apologize that next update will be delayed as I am on a business trip and return next mid-week.

Hope you are back. Waiting eagerly for next part of the story.

[ShakirAli]

Update please.

[ZareenK]

Hope you are back. Waiting eagerly for next part of the story.

Thank you. I’m back from the trip and working on the next update. I’ll try to post by Sunday evening.

[Roxrix11]

Waiting for next update

[ZareenK]

Waiting for next update

Thank you. Hoping to post update in couple of hours

[ShaziaMirza]

I can't wait for the new update tonight! Your story is so hot, it's got me on the edge of my seat and eager to dive into the steamy adventure again! The anticipation has my panties drenched and my heart racing!