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

[rohitkapoor]

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[Sahil.A]

This latest update is smoking! The way you describe the scene is like I'm right there, front row seat to the naughty show. And the high heels… they're not just footwear, they're like the star of the show, adding that extra oomph of glamour, heat, and swagger to your ladies. Keep those high heeled sandals strutting in your stories, it's a big yes from me! 


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[ZareenK]

Wow, the scene with Tanzeer and Ajay in the schooI storeroom is absolutely smoking hot! The way you mix fear and desire is seriously on point. Your storytelling is top-notch, and the details you throw in? Fucking amazing. Keep 'em coming, you've got a devoted fan here!

Thank you Shazia.

[ZareenK]

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[ZareenK]

Super update! Waiting for next!

[ZareenK]

Wow! What an incredibly steamy and arousing erotic update!

[ZareenK]

This latest update is smoking! The way you describe the scene is like I'm right there, front row seat to the naughty show. And the high heels… they're not just footwear, they're like the star of the show, adding that extra oomph of glamour, heat, and swagger to your ladies. Keep those high heeled sandals strutting in your stories, it's a big yes from me! 


I'd absolutely love to see more regular updates, so keep up the good work! Super eager for the next update of this naughty story. 

Thank you so much! I deeply appreciate your patience regarding the update schedule. Given my current professional and personal commitments, I'm unable to provide updates as frequently as desired. However, I remain dedicated to sharing new content when time allows and I look forward to continuing the story. 

[ZareenK]

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Update 23:

For Ajay, the sound of the final bell was a sweet reprieve from the cacophony of his racing thoughts. It was the beacon of hope, signaling the end of another college day and, hopefully, his release from the clutches of the insatiable teacher.


Ajay shuffled towards the corner of the room, his eyes flickering towards Tanzeer as if seeking her silent consent. The pile of his clothes and shoes lay discarded, a stark reminder of the barriers that had been crossed in the heat of passion. He moved with a tentative gait, his legs still shaky from the intensity of their encounter. Tanzeer's eyes followed him, her gaze unreadable, yet a ghost of a smile played on her lips. She winked at him, the silent nod of permission, sending a rush of relief through his veins.

Tanzeer remained leaning against the table, her legs still spread wide, her sandals planted firmly in the puddle of their combined juices. She watched Ajay with a mix of satisfaction and amusement as he awkwardly stepped over to his pile of clothes, his legs slightly sticky and wet from her juices. Her eyes took in the sight of his naked body, the muscles of his back rippling as he bent to retrieve his underwear, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of victory. He was hers now, in a way that went beyond the academic, beyond the social.

Ajay fumbled with his clothes, his cheeks flushed and his hands shaking as he put on his clothes. His eyes darted to Tanzeer, who was watching him with a smug smile. She made no effort to cover herself, her legs spread wide and her sandals planted firmly in the puddle of juices that had formed beneath her. Her shaved pussy was open and exposed, a testament to their depraved encounter.

After Ajay had dressed and he was tyiing his tie, Tanzeer gracefully stood from the table, her legs still wobbly from the intense climax. She beckoned him with a flick of her finger, a gesture that was both playful and commanding. He approached her tentatively, his heart hammering in his chest as if it was trying to escape the confines of his ribcage. She took his hand and pulled him closer, standing before him with her legs still apart, the sandals sticking to the floor with a soft squelch with every movement she made.

As he stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers, she reached up to pinch his cheek gently. The gesture was almost motherly, yet the context was anything but. Then, she leaned in and planted a quick, firm kiss on his lips, her breath hot and sweet with whiskey. "It was great, my dear," she whispered, her voice a siren's song that seemed to echo through the dusty room. "We'll have more mulaqatein like this whenever we get the chance."

The word "mulaqatein" hung in the air, a promise of future rendezvous that sent a shiver down Ajay's spine. He carefully opened the door, his hand trembling as it gripped the handle, and peered into the empty hallway. The cacophony of the collegeyard had faded into a distant hum, the last stragglers of the day's lessons had retreated to their homes, leaving the corridors eerily silent. His heart hammered in his chest as he took a tentative step out, the sticky residue of their encounter clinging to his skin like a guilty secret.

Ajay closed the door quietly, the click of the lock echoing through the empty hallway. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, his heart racing like a wild stallion. He glanced back at the door, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. There she was, his teacher, the woman he had just fucked senseless, still standing naked in white high-heeled sandals, her body glistening with sweat and their juices. She had not moved to dress herself, seemingly lost in the afterglow of their illicit encounter.

He picked up his bike and began to walk towards the college gates, the weight of his secret pressing down on him with every step. The other students had already left, leaving behind a hushed silence that seemed to amplify the sticky sounds of his feet and the rustle of his clothes. He checked his phone, his thumb hovering over the screen as if it might burn him, fearing a message from Tarannum, summoning him to another one of her "extra tutoring sessions." The relief that washed over him when he found none was palpable.

Ajay swung his leg over the bike and pushed off, the tires rolling over the cracked pavement. The wind rushed past him, carrying with it the distant laughter of children playing in the nearby park. He pedaled harder, trying to outrun the sinking feeling that had settled in his gut like a stone. Two teachers, both equally insatiable and demanding, both equally adept at playing their seductive games. His heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice, the weight of his new reality pressing down on him with every turn of the pedals.

He told himself that he could handle it, that he was strong enough to keep his head down and his grades up. But the echo of their moans, the feel of their sandals digging into his back, was a constant reminder of the precarious tightrope he now had to walk. The world outside the college walls was a blur as he navigated the familiar streets, his mind racing with the implications of his newfound status as the plaything of two wanton teachers, thrice his age.

Back in the store room, Tanzeer stepped out of the puddle with a wry smile, the clack of her heels echoing in the silence. She searched the room for something to clean herself with, but the shelves remained bare, holding only dust and forgotten textbooks. With a shrug, she turned to the pile of her own clothes, discarded like a second skin. She didn't bother with the g-string, her pussy still pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure. Instead, she reached for her salwar and began to pull it up her legs, drenched and sticky with her cunt juices.
 
The fabric clung to her skin like a second layer, soaking up the warm wet mess as she slid it over her thighs and up to her waist. The white salwar was now see-through as it stuck to her legs and thighs due to the soaking wetness, revealing her legs and the pink folds of her pussy beneath. This did not bother Tanzeer in the least; in fact, it only served to stoke the embers of desire that still smoldered within her. She enjoyed the feeling of the wet fabric against her skin, the coolness of the salwar a stark contrast to the heat between her legs.

Next, she picked up the embroidered light blue kameez and slipped it over her head without bothering to put on a bra. Her breasts bounced freely, the fabric sticking slightly to her sweaty skin. The kameez was adorned with intricate beadwork that glinted in the light. Her full, round breasts looked firm and pert as they swayed beneath the sheer material, her dark nipples slightly visible through the thin fabric.

Tanzeer picked up the gossamer fabric of her g-string panties and the lacy bra, rollicking them into an intimate ball. With a smirk that spoke of both satisfaction and a hint of mischief, she tucked them into her handbag. Her eyes fell upon the pack of "Gold Flake Kings" cigarettes in the inner pocket of her handbag. With a flick of her wrist, she produced a lighter and the same quarter-sized whiskey bottle she had been sipping from earlier. There was barely a few mouthfuls left, but it was more than enough to keep the flame of her desires alight.

Tanzeer once again nonchalantly stepped in the puddle of her cunt-juices, and leaned back with her ass against the table, her legs crossed at the ankles. She lit up one of the cigarettes with the lighter, the flame flickering in the stark light of the room, casting shadows that danced on the ceiling. She inhaled deeply, the cigarette's tip glowing a fiery orange in the otherwise gray space. Opening the bottle of whiskey with her teeth, she tossed the cap aside, the sound of it hitting the floor echoing in the room's silence. The whiskey burned her throat as it went down, a welcome warmth that spread through her body like a lover's caress.

A smirk curled at the corner of her lips as she took another deep drag, her mind racing with thoughts of future encounters in this very same room. The scent of their sex hung heavy in the air, a musky perfume that seemed to cling to every surface, forever marking this place as their secret sanctuary of desire. The idea of both of them enjoying together again, right here in the college, during college hours, thrilled her beyond measure.

Tanzeer, along with Tarannum, Nazia, and Iqra, had all assumed that Ajay’s compliance meant consent and enjoyment. In their lust-filled haze, the women had grown accustomed to their young prey’s trembling body and fearful eyes, mistaking his fear and confusion for excitement. His body's reactions were all the proof they needed, the way he had bucked and moaned under their experienced touch, the way he had filled them with his hot seed. They were all too caught up in their own lust to notice the fear and confusion that flickered in his eyes, the tightness of his jaw as he held back his tears.

Now, as she took the last mouthful of whiskey from the bottle, the fiery liquid warming her throat and belly, Tanzeer couldn’t help but imagine the next time she would be alone with Ajay in this room. The thought of him, young and innocent, brought a wicked smile to her lips. She tossed the empty bottle onto the rolled bales of rugs, the thud muffled by the fabric.  Her daughters, both in college, were few years older than Ajay, but that only added to the thrill of her conquest. The age gap was a delicious taboo, that only added to the flavor of their forbidden encounters.

As she finished her cigarette, Tanzeer took a last, lingering drag before crushing it under the heel of her sandal, in the puddle of juices. The hiss of the extinguished ember on the wet floor was a stark reminder of the power she held in this room. She reached into her bag and pulled out her burka, the black fabric unfurling like the wings of a predator ready to conceal its true form. The garment's stark blackness was a stark contrast to the salacious white of her soaking-wet salwar clinging to her legs and thighs. With swift, practiced movements, she slipped the garment over her salwar kameez, the silky material enveloping her in a warm embrace.

Her fingers deftly tied the chords of her veil under her chin, the veil folded neatly over her head. The transformation was complete. Gone was the voracious seductress, and in her place stood a picture of modesty and decorum. The salwar beneath, now sticky and wet with her juices which she had so wantonly squirted out while her student had pumped into her, remained hidden under the burka's concealing folds. The irony of hiding her depravity under the guise of religious piety was not lost on Tanzeer; she was a chameleon, adapting to the situation with the ease of a seasoned actress. It was a game she had played for years, her conservative family and society none the wiser to the lustful escapades she indulged in behind closed doors.

With a sigh, she fished out a small pack of strong peppermint tablets from her handbag. They were her secret weapon, a quick fix to mask the scent of whiskey and cigarette on her breath and the sweet musk of sex that clung to her. She popped two into her mouth and bit down hard, relishing the cool burn as it spread through her mouth. The minty freshness overpowered the alcohol and smoke, leaving her with a clean, crisp taste that she hoped would be sufficient to deceive any prying noses. She took one last look around the room, the echoes of their passionate cries and the sticky evidence of their encounter the only testament to the depraved scene that had unfolded moments ago.

With a flick of her wrist, she extinguished the light, plunging the room into darkness. The sudden change in the atmosphere was stark, as if the very shadows were complicit in their sins. She stepped out of the store room and locked the door behind her, the click of the lock final and echoing in the deserted hallway. As she walked, the clack of her sandals against the concrete floor grew louder in the silence, the only sound that pierced the stillness. The burqa wrapped around her like a second skin, a stark contrast to the sultry mess beneath. The salwar, sticking to her like a second layer of skin, reminded her of the ravenous hunger she had just sated. The sticky fabric whispered of their passionate encounter with every step she took, a silent confession that painted a vivid picture of her depravity.

Her feet squelched softly with each step, the orgasmic juices from her pussy trapped between her feet and the insole of her sandals. The sticky mess was a constant, sensual reminder of the depraved act she had just committed. The hallway was eerily silent, save for the rhythmic clack of her sandals on the cold concrete floor. Each step she took was marked by a distinct, teardrop shaped wet imprint of her sandals, leaving a trail of dark, obscene footprints that snaked down the corridor like a shadowy serpent.

Tanzeer was oblivious to the trail of wet imprints she was leaving behind her, her thoughts too consumed by the recent encounter to pay heed to the physical evidence of their indiscretion. Yet, she couldn't ignore the squelching of the sticky juices between her toes and the sandals, and the way her feet slid ever so slightly with each step she took. The sensation was both uncomfortable and strangely erotic, a constant reminder of the illicit rendezvous that had just transpired.

As she reached the stairs leading down to the first floor, she descended carefully, the clack of her sandals on the stairs echoing through the empty corridor. Each step made her acutely aware of the sticky mess between her toes and the insole of her sandals. As she walked down the first floor hallway, she noticed Shyam lal, the janitor, an old man with a weathered face, who was busy mopping the floor. He looked up as she approached, and she offered him a polite nod, the corners of her lips curving into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. The janitor, ever respectful, returned the gesture with a slight bow of his head, his eyes never straying from her face. He noticed the dark, wet footprints trailing behind her, but his mind was too pure to imagine the sordid events that had transpired. He simply attributed them to a spilled drink or a wet patch on the floor above.

The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over the empty parking lot as Tanzeer made her way to her Hyundai Verna.  As she approached the car, she felt a sudden, urgent need to pee. The urgency grew as she opened car’s door and she knew she couldn't hold it in until she reached home. It was not the first time she had found herself in such a situation, and she was far from bothered. In fact, she reveled in the thrill of the moment, the naughty little secret that no one else knew.

Tanzeer had always had a peculiar fondness for golden showers and pee drinking. It was a kink that she had discovered in her college days, and one that had remained with her, a secret garden of pleasure that she tended to with meticulous care. She had even introduced it to her closest friends, Tarannum, Nazia, and Iqra, all of whom had embraced it with varying degrees of enthusiasm. The thrill of relieving herself in such a scandalous manner was something she never grew tired of, especially when it was done in public.

Standing by the open door of her car, she allowed herself to indulge in this private ritual. The warm, golden stream of pee trickled down her sticky legs, tracing a path through the salwar that had already been so thoroughly drenched by her own juices just some minutes ago. The sensation was oddly liberating, a blend of relief and filthy satisfaction that sent a shiver down her spine. The golden pee flowed freely on her feet and leather straps of the sandals and also seeped between the soft leather insole of the sandals and her bare feet, the warmth of her urine mingling with the sticky wetness already present there. A small puddle began to form on the asphalt around her, growing larger with each pulsing release from her bladder.

Tanzeer moaned with half-closed eyes and hands tightly grasping the top of the open door, her body betraying the intense pleasure that coursed through her. She leaned into the door frame, her legs trembling slightly as the pee continued to flow, the sensation of the warm liquid cascading down her legs and into her sandals sending waves of pleasure through her.

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting the unassuming gaze of a stray dog that had wandered over, seemingly unfazed by the sight of a respected teacher relieving herself in such a manner. The scent of urine filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that she found utterly intoxicating. Her heart raced, her mind swirling with thoughts of the depraved acts she had just committed. It was a thrill that never got old, the secret that made her feel more alive than any of her academic achievements or social standing ever could. The dog’s presence only served to heighten Tanzeer's excitement, a silent witness to her darkest desires.

With one final shiver of pleasure, she straightened up, the last droplets of pee falling onto the floor. She took a moment to appreciate the sight, the golden puddle at her feet a testament to her depraved nature. With a sigh, she stepped into the car, the wetness on her legs and thighs sending a new wave of arousal through her. The sticky warmth of the soaked salwar clinging to her skin was a stark contrast to the coolness of the car's leather seats. The scent of piss was faint but unmistakable, a constant reminder of her illicit indulgence.

Tanzeer started the engine of her Hyundai Verna, the smooth purr of the motor a stark contrast to the chaotic symphony of emotions raging within her. As she drove out of the college gates, the watchman's salute seemed almost ironic, a nod to the respectability she so expertly feigned. The burqa, usually a symbol of modesty, now served as a cloak for her debauchery. The pungent aroma of urine lingered, trapped within the confines of the car despite the open windows. She knew she had to be quick; the scent was growing stronger by the second, and she couldn't risk her husband or daughters or the in-laws catching wind of her sordid secret.

She found herself squirming in her seat, the wetness against her skin a constant, maddening reminder of the pleasure she had taken from the boy. Her mind wandered to the other times she had done this, the thrill of urinating in her sandals in public, the way the warmth spread and the scent grew stronger. It was a perversion that only she and her closest friends understood, a secret shared only among them.

The weeks that followed fell into a disturbing rhythm. About three or four times a week, during the lull of the college's lunch hour or a conveniently empty free period, Tanzeer would summon Ajay to the same store room where they had first crossed the line. He'd arrive, his heart racing, unsure of what was to come. Yet, she'd greet him with a knowing smile, a glint in her eye that spoke of the depravity they were about to indulge in. The clack of her sandals on the floor was a siren's call, leading him to their clandestine rendezvous. Each encounter grew more brazen, their whispers of sweet nothings and harsh commands echoing through the otherwise silent space.

Tarannum also continued to call him to her place in the evenings three to four times a week, under the guise of extra tutoring. Ajay would arrive, his heart thumping like a drum, the anticipation of what awaited him a potent mix of dread and arousal. For the first 30-40 minutes, she would indeed focus on math, her voice low and soothing as she guided him through complex equations. But then, her eyes glazed with the whiskey’s warmth, the math teacher would set aside the books, and the true lesson would begin.

Tarannum would strip off her clothes and Ajay, the obedient pupil, would follow suit, his eyes cast down, afraid to meet hers. Her eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and power, she'd direct him to the bed, a place where algebra and calculus were forgotten in favor of a different kind of equation. She’d fulfill her desires in a series of increasingly kinky and depraved positions, the whiskey fueling her passion.

Ajay, once a shy, innocent prodigy, had been transformed into a compliant plaything for the insatiable hunger of his teachers. He had learned to compartmentalize his life. The stark contrast between his days in the brightly lit classroom, surrounded by peers and academic challenges, and the shadowy realm of his evenings and lunch breaks, filled with the cougars' dark desires, grew more pronounced with each passing week. The fear and confusion that had once consumed him had given way to a detached acceptance. He had become a silent participant in a twisted dance of power and lust, orchestrated by the very women who were supposed to guide him through the corridors of knowledge.

Tarannum and Tanzeer reveled in their newfound toy, pushing the boundaries of their perversions with each encounter. They introduced him to a world of kink that left him reeling, his young mind struggling to process the depravity that lay beneath their respectable exteriors. The scent of their perfumes, so sweet and alluring, now mingled with the musk of their lust, a cloying scent that clung to his clothes and invaded his dreams. They were relentless in their pursuit of new experiences, each time leaving him feeling both used and discarded.

[ZareenK]

I’ve just posted the latest update of the story—thank you for your patience during the wait. I know it’s been longer than expected, and I truly appreciate your understanding. Life has been especially busy lately, with work, family, and personal matters taking up most of my time, leaving little room for writing. But rest assured, I haven’t abandoned the story.


As always, I’m committed to keeping the plot exciting and engaging. That said, future updates might continue to come a bit slower than usual, as real life keeps me on my toes.

Thank you for sticking with me. I hope this new chapter hits the spot, and I’ll keep doing my best to keep the story going—just at a more realistic pace. Your support means everything.

[Saj890]

Very good