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

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Update 15:

With a wicked smile, Nazia drew back, her eyes never leaving the sight of the phallus embedded deep within her friend. Then, with a grunt, she thrust forward again, the dildo disappearing into Tarannum with a wet, obscene sound. Tarannum's head fell forward, her moan muffled against the floor as Nazia's sandals pushed against the floor, propelling her further onto the makeshift penis. The force of the second stroke was like a seal, locking them together in a dance as old as time itself.


On the bed, Iqra pulled away from Ajay's cock with a wet pop, her eyes glazed with a hunger that was almost feral. "Now," she murmured, her voice thick with need, "fuck me." She lay back, her legs spread wide, the heels of her sandals digging into the mattress as she positioned herself. Her pussy was wet and swollen, glistening with the evidence of her desire. Ajay's cock, hard and throbbing from her skilled mouth, was pointed straight at her like a dagger ready to be sheathed.

With a trembling hand, Ajay guided his cock to Iqra's opening, the head nudging against her slickness. She moaned, her hips rising to meet him, her sandals still firmly in place, the leather a stark contrast against the softness of the bedsheets. Despite his fear and the weight of the situation, his body responded to the need, his cock hard and insistent.

The difference in their ages was stark, a boy in mid-teens with a man's urges and a woman in her mid-40s, whose body had seen countless men come and go, leaving their marks on her well-fucked pussy. Yet, as he pushed into her, he found her welcoming, her walls stretching around him with the ease of experience. She was wet, so wet, and it was clear that she had been used to much larger, more demanding men than he could ever hope to be. Her cries grew louder with each inch he sank into her, the room filling with the sound of their illicit union.

Tanzeer watched from the side of the bed, her own desires stirring again as she saw Ajay's cock disappear into Iqra. Her hand wandered down to her still-damp pussy, her thumb circling her clit as she began to play with herself, her sandals moving in a rhythm that matched the thrusts of the young boy. "Fuck her, mere bacche," she urged, her voice a throaty growl. "Give it to this chhinal like she's never had before."

The room was a symphony of moans and obscenities, the air thick with the scent of sex and desire. Tarannum's sandals scbangd against the tiles as Nazia's thrusts grew more forceful, her hands digging into Tarannum's hips, guiding her back onto the rubber cock. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, the clack of the sandals punctuating the rhythm of their depravity.

On the bed, Ajay's cock slammed into Iqra with a ferocity that belied his youth, her legs locked around his waist, her sandals never leaving his skin. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her body arching with each powerful stroke. She urged him on with a barrage of filthy words, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure, eyes rolling back in her head. The bed groaned beneath them, the headboard thumping against the wall in time with their carnality.

Tanzeer watched from the sidelines, her hand working feverishly between her legs. Her eyes, however, remained glued to Nazia's robust, round ass as it bobbed up and down with each forceful thrust into Tarannum. The sight of the strap-on disappearing and reappearing from between those ample cheeks was a mesmerizing display of power and pleasure. Her mind raced with thoughts of joining in, of feeling that same power surge through her.

With a cunning smile, Tanzeer slithered off the bed, her sandals clickety-clacking on the floor as she drunkenly approached the drawer of toys. She rummaged through the assortment, her eyes lighting up when she found a particularly realistic dildo. It was large and thick, a monstrous replica of a man's erection that seemed to throb with the promise of carnality. She took it in her hand, feeling its weight and the smoothness of the material, her heart racing with excitement. Her hands trembled slightly as she strapped it around her waist, the harness tight against her skin.

Moving behind Nazia and Tarannum, who were both lost in their own world of pleasure, Tanzeer positioned herself, the dildo jutting out like a weapon of desire. She took a moment to appreciate the sight before her: Nazia's plump ass moving in a steady rhythm as she fucked Tarannum, who was on her hands and knees, her body shaking with each thrust. The sound of their lovemaking filled the room, a symphony of passion and power that only served to stoke the fires of Tanzeer's own hunger.

Her eyes fell to Nazia's asshole, a puckered little hole that was a testament to the years of debauchery the women had shared. It was like a funnel, stretched and accommodating from the countless times it had been filled with the hardness of a man's cock, the intrusion of a toy, or the softness of a woman's finger. With a wicked smile, Tanzeer reached out and began to caress the soft, round globes of Nazia's ass, her hands moving with a gentle insistence that spoke of familiarity and desire.

Nazia's eyes went wide with surprise as she felt the bulbous head of the dildo press against her anus, the coldness of the rubber a stark contrast to the heat of her body. She let out a gasp that was part shock, part pleasure, as Tanzeer lined it up with the tight ring of muscle. "Oh no, madarchodi don't," she said, her voice a mix of mock protest and eager anticipation. But the wicked glint in Tanzeer's eyes was answer enough.

With a swift, practiced motion, Tanzeer pushed the dildo home. Nazia's body jerked forward, the strapon buried deeper in Tarannum with the force of the intrusion. Tarannum, in turn, let out a guttural moan, her eyes squeezed shut, her sandals scbanging against the floor as she pushed back against the new sensation. The three of them were now locked in a perverse tableau of desire and dominance, each feeding off the others' pleasure.

The rhythm grew steadier as Tanzeer found her pace, The sight of her friends, both impaled on the dildos, their bodies rocking in time with each other, was almost too much for her to bear. Her own arousal spiked, her clit pulsing with need. The high heeled sandals they all wore added a visual allure to the scene, the sexy curves of their legs and the arch of their feet framing the obscene act.

Iqra's eyes rolled back in her head, her moans turning into screams as Ajay's cock pistoned into her, filling her to the brim. Her legs, still wrapped tightly around his waist, trembled with the effort of holding on, her sandals digging into the flesh of his ass, urging him deeper. Her nails raked down his back, leaving trails of fire in their wake, as she met each of his thrusts with her own. Her body was a tapestry of sensation, the pleasure building within her like a storm. “Harder, mere bacche," she begged, her voice a throaty growl. “Fuck me hardeeerrr… yaallaah… yes, like that… your lund is so good, so good in me… mashallaah yesss… fuck me with that jawaan uncut lund!”

The alcohol and marijuana in her system swirled together, a heady cocktail that amplified every sensation. The taste of Ajay's kisses grew sweeter, the scent of their mingled arousal more intoxicating. Her orgasm was approaching like a freight train, unstoppable and all-consuming. She felt the beginnings of it in the pit of her stomach, a tightening that spread through her body like wildfire. Her pussy clenched around him, trying to draw him in deeper, to hold onto him as she was thrown over the edge.

Her hips bucked up to meet his, her sandals digging into his thighs as she urged him on, her moans turning into a series of incoherent cries. The pleasure was so intense, it was almost painful, a white-hot burst of sensation that exploded through her like a supernova. Her nails raked down his back, leaving trails of fire in their wake as she came, her body shaking with the force of it.

Ajay, overwhelmed by the sensations, could feel his own climax approaching. The way Iqra's pussy was clenching around him, the heat and wetness of her orgasm, it was all too much. He threw his head back, his teeth gritted, his body taut as a bowstring. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, he came, his young, virile seed filling her up.

Iqra's eyes snapped open, her pupils dilated and wild with the intensity of her release. Her sandals dug into Ajay's thighs, her body arching off the bed as she felt the hot jets of his cum filling her up. Given her extensive sexual history with hundreds of men, the sensation was still uniquely exhilarating, a pleasure so intense it was almost painful. And then, as if triggered by the sensation of his cum spurting inside her, she was sent spiraling into another orgasm, this one even more powerful than the first.

Her screams grew louder, her voice slurring with pleasure and intoxication as she yelled out a string of lewd, broken phrases in Hindi. “Unununhhhh yaaallaaah, meri choot ka bhonsadaa… aaaaiiiii… behen chod…!" she shouted, her body convulsing beneath him. The words were a blasphemous mix of pleasure and desperation, a declaration of her complete surrender to the depravity of the moment. "Aaah, ya ya ya...tuu chod bhenchod… bhar de meri choot...meri bahan ka lund... tuu... tuu... tuu... tuu... chod... meri ammi ki chut… unh… unh.." she continued to rant, her words a jumble of obscenities that seemed to make no sense, yet conveyed the depth of her pleasure perfectly.

Her legs, wrapped tightly around his waist, were like a vice, her sandals digging into his flesh as if trying to brand him as her own. Her arms were like steel bands around his back, her nails leaving trails of fire as they scored his skin. She held him so close, her breath hot against his neck, that he could feel the rapid beat of her heart, the pulse of her life melding with his own. Her hips bucked up to meet his, her pussy milking him for every drop of his seed, her movements frantic and uncoordinated.

The women's moans grew louder, their breathing ragged, as the crescendo of their shared pleasure grew closer. Tarannum's sandals scbangd against the tiles, her body a blur of motion as Nazia's strap-on plunged into her over and over again. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face a mask of ecstasy as she approached the pinnacle of her climax. The room was a maelstrom of flesh, sweat, and desire, the air thick with the scent of sex.

Iqra's legs, still wrapped around Ajay's waist, trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her sandals dug into the bed, her toes curling and uncurling with each aftershock of pleasure that coursed through her. Ajay's cock was still deep inside her, his own climax spent but his body still pulsing with the echoes of their shared release. He looked down at her, his eyes glazed with a mix of shock and awe at the woman beneath him, her body a canvas of passion and lust.

[ShakirAli]

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[rohitkapoor]

Awesome update! 

[ZareenK]

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[ArfaS]

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[ShaziaMirza]

SubhanalIah, such an arousing update!  I couldn't keep my hands to myself, if you know what I mean. Keep the juicy scenes coming, they're absolutely irresistible!

[ZareenK]

Incredibly steamy and arousing update!

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[ShakirAli]

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[Sahil.A]

Superb update.

[ZareenK]

SubhanalIah, such an arousing update!  I couldn't keep my hands to myself, if you know what I mean. Keep the juicy scenes coming, they're absolutely irresistible!

Thank you Shazia!

[ZareenK]

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[ZareenK]

Superb update.

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[Sahil.A]

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[ShakirAli]

Update?

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