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

[ZareenK]

Exactly one year today, since you started this great story…. Happy Anniversary 

Please do not discontinue the story… please continue

Wow, thanks a lot. I did not realize that… one year went by so quickly. Thanks for your support.

[ZareenK]

Happy Thread Anniversary  clp);
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Thank you 

[ZareenK]

Awesome Update (24)… can’t wait for next.


By the way, 24 updates in a year which is 2 superb updates per month… not bad Zareen ji! Hoping this story will run for very long time!

Thank you for your support!

[ShaziaMirza]

واہ زَرِین یار… مزا آ گیا یہ اپڈیٹ پڑھ کر… ترنم اور تنظير کی لیسبین چُودائی کو بے حد سیکسِی طریقے سے بَیان کیا ہے… خوب پانی نکلا میرا… کیا خوب لکھتی ہو یار تم

[ZareenK]

واہ زَرِین یار… مزا آ گیا یہ اپڈیٹ پڑھ کر… ترنم اور تنظير کی لیسبین چُودائی کو بے حد سیکسِی طریقے سے بَیان کیا ہے… خوب پانی نکلا میرا… کیا خوب لکھتی ہو یار تم

شکریہ شازیہ… مجھے خوشی ہے کہ تم میری کہانی خوب اینجوائے کر رہی ہو… اگلا اپڈیٹ جلدی ہی پوسٹ کروں گی… ایسے ہی تم مزے سے اپنا پانی نکال — نکال کر مست ہوتی رہو

[Sahil.A]

Waiting… update please 

[ARJos]

Happy Teacher’s Day… Zareen madam! 

Please post the next update at least today… please 

[ShakirAli]

Yes… Teacher’s Day definitely calls for an update…

[ZareenK]

Waiting… update please 

Thank you and update coming very soon!

[ZareenK]

Happy Teacher’s Day… Zareen madam! 

Please post the next update at least today… please 

Thank you for the wishes… and of course, I am trying to post the next update in a short while today.

[ZareenK]

Yes… Teacher’s Day definitely calls for an update…

Of course… keep an eye out for the update… in a short while.

[ZareenK]

Update 25:


Tarannum took the last drag of her cigarette, the ember burning brightly before she flicked it into the ash tray with a practiced flick of her wrist. The smoke curled around her fingers as she took another sip of whiskey. "You know what, Tanzeer?" she said, her eyes narrowing in contemplation. "Maybe we can pull off a little scheme. Tell his parents there's a math competition in Bhopal, or a college field trip to Panchmarhi during weekend. But actually, we'll take him to some fancy resort outside the city. Just the four of us."


Tanzeer's eyes widened with excitement at the prospect. She didn't even bother to hide her enthusiasm as she jumped at the idea, her hand squeezing Tarannum's boob with surprising force, the cigarette still smoldering between her fingers. “SubhanaIIah Tarannum yaar," she breathed, her voice a mix of excitement and awe. "That's a fucking brilliant plan!"

The two teachers leaned in for a kiss, their tongues tangling as they shared their excitement. It was a kiss that spoke of a deep connection, of a friendship that had evolved into something much more primal and carnally satisfying. As Tarannum pulled away, her hand reached for the pack of cigarettes on the coffee table, but Tanzeer stopped her with a gentle touch.

"Hold on, meri janejana," Tanzeer said with a laugh, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Not these regular ciggies, go get that asli maal.”

Tarannum nodded eagerly, understanding the unspoken request. She gulped down the last of her whiskey, the liquid burning a path of warmth down her throat, and set the glass down with a firm click on the coffee table. Rising from the couch with the grace of a seasoned seductress, she walked away, her sandals clicking against the marble floor. Each step was a deliberate act of sensuality, her hips swaying as if to the rhythm of an invisible drum, her breasts jiggling slightly with the movement. Her nakedness was a declaration of intent, a promise of the evening's indulgences.

Tanzeer watched her friend with hooded eyes, feeling the whiskey's effects creeping over her. The cigarette between her fingers was almost out, but she took one last drag before placing it in the ashtray. She guzzled the remaining whiskey in her glass, the fiery liquid burning down her throat, leaving a warm glow in its wake. The room felt hazy, and the anticipation of what was to come made her skin tingle. She put her empty glass next to Tarannum's, the crystal surfaces kissing each other with a faint sound, and reached for the bottle of Jack Daniels. With a smooth twist of her wrist, she refilled both glasses to the halfway point, the amber liquid glinting in the light.

Tarannum returned, her chocolate-brown sandals clicking with purpose across the marble floor. She held a black handbag that seemed to pulsate with the illicit promise of the night ahead. The bag contained a cornucopia of drugs, a treasure trove of narcotics procured through Nazia, their shared friend who had a knack for acquiring the finest and most exotic substances that money could buy. The bag was a gateway to a world of pleasure and depravity that lay just beyond the mundane facade of their respectable lives.

Sitting down next to Tanzeer, Tarannum placed the bag on the floor, the sound of shifting fabric whispering against the cold tiles. She leaned in, her eyes glinting with a devilish twinkle as she spoke, "So, janeman, do you want me to roll ganja in a joint, or are we going old college with the chillum?"

Tanzeer's pupils dilated with excitement at the mention of the chillum. "Chillum, definitely," she breathed, her voice thick with anticipation. "I want to feel that shit hit me straight in the head."

Tarannum's smile grew wicked as she pulled out a small pouch from the bag, the fabric bulging with the weight of the illicit contents. The smell of fresh, pungent cannabis filled the room as she untied the string that kept it secure. The dark green buds were coated with a fine layer of crystals that glinted in the light, a testament to their potency. She took a pinch of the fragrant herb and began to meticulously pack the chillum, her movements deliberate and precise. The stone chillum was a thing of beauty, carved from a single piece of marble with intricate patterns snaking up the sides, culminating in a mouthpiece adorned with a tiny, gleaming sapphire. It was a symbol of their shared decadence, a tool of pleasure that they had used countless times before.

Holding the chillum at an angle, Tarannum flicked open a gold-plated lighter with a satisfying click. She lit the herb in the conical bowl, the embers glowing a fiery red as the resinous scent of marijuana filled the air. Tarannum took a deep drag, her cheeks hollowing out as she inhaled the thick, aromatic smoke. She held her breath for a few seconds, her eyes closed in concentration, before slowly releasing it through her nose, the smoke coiling around her like a serpent of pure, unbridled passion.

Tanzeer watched, her eyes hooded with desire as Tarannum passed her the chillum. She took it with a grace that seemed almost ritualistic, the tip of her index finger curling into a perfect circle around the mouthpiece. Her thumb and middle finger held the base firmly, the gesture a silent declaration of her intent to partake in the intoxicating dance of pleasure that was about to unfold. She took a deep drag, her lungs filling with the sweet, acrid smoke. Holding it in, she leaned back into the couch, her eyes closed as the drug's warm embrace enveloped her.

The air grew thick with the scent of marijuana, the room spinning gently as the high began to take hold. The whiskey and cigarette had already laid the groundwork, but the chillum was the final piece of the puzzle, the key that would unlock the gates to their hidden desires. As Tanzeer held the smoke in her lungs, she felt the tension in her body melt away, replaced by a warm, languid sensation that started at her toes and worked its way up to her fingertips. The fabric of reality seemed to stretch and warp around her, the edges blurring into a haze of desire.

The women took turns passing the chillum, their eyes locked onto each other's, the intensity of their gazes speaking volumes of what was to come. Each drag they took was a silent declaration of their hunger, a promise of the carnality that awaited them all. The room was bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, which streamed in through the large windows, casting a golden light across their naked forms.

By the time the chillum was nothing but a pile of ash, their cheeks were flushed and their eyes were glazed over with a euphoric haze. The whiskey in their crystal glasses had been gulped down with the same reckless abandon, leaving a trail of fire in their bellies that mirrored the burning desire between their legs. They were floating in a cloud of pure, unbridled lust, any lingering trace of inhibition cast aside like the clothing that lay scattered across the floor. The air was thick with the smell of marijuana and whiskey, a heady combination that seemed to amplify their senses.

Tanzeer couldn't help herself anymore. She leaned over Tarannum, her breath hot and heavy with need. Their lips met in a kiss that was desperate and hungry, as if they hadn't tasted each other's mouths in years. Tarannum's hand slid up Tanzeer's back, tangling in her hair, pulling her closer. The feel of their naked bodies pressing together was intoxicating, the friction of their skin setting off sparks of pleasure.

Their kiss grew more passionate, tongues dancing together, exploring every inch of each other's mouths. Tarannum's legs parted slightly, and Tanzeer eagerly moved between them, her sandal pressing against the couch cushion. Tarannum's hand slid down to Tanzeer's ass, giving it a firm squeeze that made her moan into the kiss.

Their bodies were a tapestry of desire, their limbs entangling as they gave in to the urgency that had been building between them. Tanzeer's hand roamed over Tarannum's stomach, her fingers tracing the soft curves before moving up to cup her breast. Tarannum gasped into the kiss, arching her back to give Tanzeer better access. Their passion was raw and unbridled, their need for each other palpable in the air.

Tanzeer's tongue danced with Tarannum's, the dance of lust and friendship that had been simmering beneath the surface. The weight of Tanzeer's body on top of hers was a delicious pressure that Tarannum craved. Her own hand traveled down to Tanzeer's waist, her thumb brushing against the sensitive skin just above her hipbone. She could feel the rapid throb of Tanzeer's pulse, a testament to the excitement coursing through her veins.

Their kisses grew wetter, the sounds of their mouths smacking together echoing through the room. They were a symphony of desire, a cacophony of passion that seemed to amplify the anticipation of what was to come. Each moan, each gasp for air, was punctuated by the soft, slick sounds of their tongues. The scent of whiskey and cigarettes mingled with the sweet smell of their arousal, a potent cocktail that only served to drive them further into the depths of their depravity.

Tanzeer abruptly broke the kiss, panting heavily as she stared into Tarannum's eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils dilated with the promise of the pleasures that lay ahead. Without a word, she bent down on her hands and knees on the sofa between Tarannum’s legs, her firm breasts swaying with the movement. The heels of her maroon sandals dug into the sofa cushions as she positioned herself, her legs folded beneath her, and her face mere inches from Tarannum’s glistening pussy.

With a hungry growl, Tanzeer buried her face between Tarannum’s thighs, her tongue flicking out to taste the sweetness of her friend's desire. Tarannum’s pussy was wet, her clit stiff and prominent, begging for attention. Tanzeer’s eyes rolled back in her head as she began to lick and suck on the sensitive nub, her tongue swirling around it with the expertise of a woman who knew exactly how to drive another to the brink of ecstasy.

Tarannum’s moans grew louder, her body bucking against Tanzeer’s face as the pleasure grew more intense. She gripped Tanzeer’s hair, her nails digging into her scalp as she pulled her closer, grinding her pussy against her friend’s mouth. The sound of wet, sloppy kisses filled the air, punctuated by Tarannum’s ecstatic curses. "Oh, you fucking slut," she groaned, "Eat me out like a fucking whore… yaallaaah, just like that… uungghh chut-chatori bhonsdi ki Tanzeeeer."

Tanzeer’s eyes sparkled with lust as she lapped up Tarannum’s juices, her tongue sliding along the contours of her labia, teasing the stiff little cock that was her clit. She knew just how to work it, just how to make Tarannum scream. "Oh, you love it, don’t you?" she murmured against the slick flesh, her voice muffled by the delicious pussy she feasted on. "You crave my tongue in your dirty, tight cunt."

Tarannum’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she couldn’t help but let out a string of obscenities that would make a sailor blush. Her fingers tightened in Tanzeer’s hair, holding her in place as she bucked her hips upwards, grinding her wetness against her friend’s face. "Fuck, yes, Tanzeer," she groaned, "Eat me like a starving bitch. You know I love it when you make me your bitch."

Tanzeer’s only response was a muffled "Mmm," as she eagerly devoured Tarannum’s pussy, her tongue flicking and swirling around the stiff little cock that was her clit. The sound of her lapping and sucking filled the room, a symphony of carnality that seemed to resonate with the very walls. At the same time, her own hand had snuck between her legs, her fingers slipping into her own wetness, mirroring the actions she performed on Tarannum.

"Choot licker," Tarannum hissed, her eyes rolling back in her head as the first tremors of her orgasm began to build. "Oh, mere khudaa, you're going to make me cum so fucking hard." Her body was a bow drawn tight, every muscle straining as she approached the sweet release that Tanzeer’s mouth promised. The air was thick with the scent of sex, their juices mingling with the lingering aroma of whiskey and marijuana.

Tanzeer's tongue moved faster, her slurps and moans growing louder as she feasted on Tarannum's pussy. Her own hand was a blur between her legs, her fingers sliding in and out of her wetness with an urgent need. "Come for me, you whore," she whispered, her breath hot against Tarannum's sensitive skin. "Come all over my face."

Tarannum's body stiffened, her back arching off the sofa as she approached the precipice of ecstasy. "Oh, fuck, Tanzeer," she panted, her voice high and needy. "I'm going to cum so hard." And with that, she did. Her pussy spasmed around Tanzeer's tongue, and she let out a scream that was half pleasure, half relief. A fountain of juices shot out, drenching Tanzeer's face in a warm, sticky mess. The social studies teacher didn't miss a beat, lapping up the flood with a greedy hunger that seemed to only grow with every drop.

Tanzeer's mouth was a frenzy of pleasure as she licked up Tarannum's cum like it was the sweetest nectar she had ever tasted. Her tongue darted in and out, savoring the salty tang, her cheeks hollowed as she greedily sucked in every drop. "Mmm, you taste like heaven," she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. The cunt juice was a delicacy, that four of them had come to crave. Fluids like golden pee and creamy cum from cocks and the cunt juice were their aab-e-zamzam, their aab-e-hayaat, the holy water and elixir of life that fueled their depraved desires.

Tanzeer raised her face from between Tarannum’s legs, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She wiped the pussy juice off her chin with the back of her hand, smearing it across her cheek like war paint. Her eyes were hooded, her gaze heavy with lust as she looked up at Tarannum, whose body was still quivering from the intensity of her orgasm. She brought her hand to her mouth and licked the sticky residue, smacking her lips with a sigh of contentment.

Without a word, Tanzeer repositioned herself, sitting back on her haunches and scooting closer to Tarannum. She lifted a leg over Tarannum’s thigh, creating a scissor-like embrace with their legs. The heat from her own pussy radiated against Tarannum’s, and the sensation was electric. They were two horny animals, desperate to feel each other’s warmth, to merge into one writhing mass of desire.

[Saj890]

Very good

[ShakirAli]

Awesome! Really hot update!

[rohitkapoor]

Scorching hot update

[ArfaS]

بہت مزےدار اپڈیٹ ہے زرین۔ ترنم اور  تنزیر  کی لیسبیئن چدائی پڑھ کر اتنا مزہ آیا کہ کیا کہوں۔ یار تم آگ لگا دیتی ہو۔ تم یقین نہیں کروگی لیکن یہ اپڈیٹ پڑھنے کے دوران میں مٹھ مارتے ہوئے چار دفعہ فارغ ہوئی ہوں۔

[Sahil.A]

Wow, what an update—the way Tarannum and Tanzeer fucked each other raw was just filthy and perfect.

[ShaziaMirza]

سبحان اللہ زرّین۔ اِس اپڈیٹ نے مجھے اتنا گرم کر دیا کہ میری شلوار قمیض اندر سے پوری گیلی ہو گئی۔ جس طرح تم نے اُن کے چوت کے رس کو آبِ حیات لکھا، اُس نے تو مجھے پورا لرزتے ہوئے، بے قابو اور بھیگتا چھوڑ دیا۔ تمہارے فاحش الفاظ، جب تم نے تنزیر کی زبان ترنم کی چوت کو چاٹتے ہوئے لکھے، تو میری انگلیاں اپنی ہی گیلی چوت میں خودبخود گہرائی سے گھس گئیں، اور میں پوری طرح اس ہوش اڑا دینے والی تصویر میں ڈوب گئی ۔ ان بے شرم ٹیچروں کو بھوکی رندیوں کی طرح اپنی چوت آپس میں رگڑتے ہوئے تصور کر کے میری رانیں بھیگ کر بہت چپچپی ہو گئی تھیں ۔ مزہ آ گیا یار۔ اور زیادہ، یار، آگے اور لکھو کہ جب یہ دونوں اصلی مال کے نشے میں مدہوش ہو کر اس معصوم آجے کو اپنی ہوس کا شکار بنائیں گی اور اسے خوب چھوڑیں گی ۔

[Saj890]

Waiting

[ARJos]

Waiting for next update… please