Taking Mrs. Farrell

[Destiny_Brent]

"I sit on the desk for a while afterwards not believing what had just happened, what I'd just done, it started out as rape... but I'd turned it into one good round of sex... with a student! On my desk of all places! It suddenly hit me where I was and I hurriedly went to get dressed and ready to leave and go home... this was a promising relationship, glad I knew he'd keep this quiet."

(Oh no problem, I'm glad you approached me, it was wonderful, I was so tense.. God it made me feel better. And I'm really flattered and I thak you... Actually I do have some... interesting photos, from about 2 years ago but.. you swear they'll never get out? I mean, I can't have that... that would destroy my career... my reputation... maybe even my marriage. You're welcome... and thank you!)


She bit her lip as she saw him sign off then went to her darkroom nervously. She was still bare naked but the shades were down she'd be allright. She went to the dark room and got the pictures, so gorgeous so provacotive, she was very proud of them greatful for them, they really did make her feel beautiful. But Armand had always been able to do that... too bad he'd left... too bad he'd been only a fling... but it would never have worked out anyways. She smiled slighlty and scanned in the pics sending them to the e-mail listed. Luckily not seeing the other info on the bio, like what school he attended.

 

[Gareman]

Craig's heart skiped a beat when he read Mrs. Farrell's reply. He couldn't believe that she would be so willing to send a 'stranger' photos of herself. The warning to not let them get out, really excited him. Pacing around his room he anxiously awaited the email that she had promised...
"Her idea of interesting would probably be posing next to a statue of Mark Twain", he thought to himself. He wished for the best but was very realistic about receiving "nudes" of her. When the email arrived, Craig opened it immediately, surprised to find ten attachments. He opened the first and almost died... Mrs. Farrell was wearing only a man's dress shirt, unbuttoned and barely covering her breasts... She was sitting on a carpeted floor, legs tucked under her to one side... She was barefoot and obviously naked from the waist down...

As Craig viewed the photos, his cock became hard again...He clicked on the second photo... The blouse was now open, exposing Mrs. Farrell's small freckled breasts...

Each photo was more revealing...Craig studied the small middle-aged woman in the photos... She was definitely worth the effort... If only once, he would fight through her defenses and fuck her...

He forced himself to turn off his light and get some sleep...Tomorrow would be a big day... maybe he would return with some photos of his own tomorrow night... Or maybe he would return with something more...

 

[Destiny_Brent]

She clicked off after having sent the phtos. She hurried towards her room stopping in the hall to look in the mirror. He body was flushed, not only from the masturbation, she bit her lip as she realized,

"God I sent someone those photos... why on earth did I send those photos..."

She put her hand on her bare chest trying to calm herself as she tossed her glance downwards just lost in thought, the pleasure, the need for someone to tell her, let her know she was still beautiful, still attractive... that's why she'd sent those photos. She needed to know, a girl needs to hear these things.

She jerked her head up sharply as she heard the downstairs door open,

"Damn..."

She hurried to her room and threw on a nightgown before jumping into bed and immediately pretending to sleep as her husband opened the bedroom door and laid down to go to sleep. She smelled the whiskey on his breath, and could tell from the lopsided grin he'd worn when he got in there... he'd been with her all night... again... of course.

 

[Gareman]

Craig woke up rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his hand automatically grasping the erection that greeted him each morning. He had fallen asleep on top of his blankets and completely nude. The events of the night before slowly began seeping into his half-consious mind. Had any of this really happened or had he dreamt it all ?

Rising to his feet, he walked to his computer desk and hit the power switch. Sitting down in front of the keyboard, he noticed a piece of paper, a note from his mother. Picking up the small yellow sheet and reading the note that she would be gone all day at the country club, a strange realization hit him. His mother had come into his room and seen him lying totally exposed, on the bed. Sickly, the thought excited him. Reaching down, he began stroking his cock. Mixed images of Mrs. Farrell and his own mother filled his mind... "What the fuck is wrong with me ?", he said out loud, but his hand remained on his thick pulsing prick.


Once the machine had completed it's initialization, Craig immediately checked his email. Bingo ! There was an email from his 'mystery' lover and it did contain very sensual photos of her. He viewed each of them again, stroking his cock gently as he carefully studied each pose. He knew he could sit and jerk off to these photos all day, but he had other things he needed to do... He had to remain in control...His powerful sexual urges would have to wait...Maybe he would be rewarded tonight...

The rest of the day was spent killing time, trying not to think about Mrs. Farrell. He found his camera and all the lenses he had gotten for Christmas a few years ago. Packing it all neatly in the large camera bag, he placed it on his bed, hoping to use it later. Otherwise, he did things to just keep himself busy... (shooting hoops, watching stupid movies on cable, driving down to the mall to distract himself)... But throughout the day, he couldn't help but think about Mrs. Farrell. He was quickly becoming obsessed... The excitement that he felt when he realized that his own mother had seen his cock convinced him that he needed to take care of his sexual energy, before he tried something really stupid...

 

[Destiny_Brent]

I felt my husband get up in the morning, but refused to rise. I didn't want to face him, knowing of his affair, but also of my sin. I felt terrible about it, but all night I could dream of nothing but Craig... god his hard cock had been so real in my dreams, pumping away at me. Oh god I moved my hand to rub my clit lightly as my husband dressed.

I rose shortly after him and prepared myself before heading downstairs. Half dressed, a light see through housecoat on and pink bunny slippers. I flushed as I stepped down the stairs and saw my husband sitting at the table.

"Breakfast?"

He asked I shook my head and went to the kitchen,

"Yeah, hon just a second. I didn't hear you come home? Did you get a lot done at work?"

I tried desperately to make conversation, I didn't fail to notice the grin on his face as I glanced through the opening that was between the dining room and kitchen.

"Oh yeah. Plenty."

I scowled and hurriedly fixed him eggs giving them to him with bacon and a glass of orange juice. Finally he left, good, I couldn't bear to be with him.

I headed to the bathroom to freshen up, my eyes passed over the computer and I stopped for a moment. I just looked, thoughts of last night flooding through my mind. Oh god I needed release. I headed over to the bathroom quickening my pace as I let the bathwater begin to run.

"Get a hold of yourself, he's just a kid."

I chastised myself in the miirror, but to no avail. God I wanted him so badly I could taste it, I shook my head but climbed into the tub immediately sliding myself under the running faucet. The stream fell heavy on my clit as I moaned.

I lay there for a moment before I found I wasn't satisfied. I pulled back and leaned my head against the back of the tub taking the removable shower head in hand and putting it on the middle setting spraying my throbbing womanhood with teh streams of water. I moaned the name over and over,

"Oh Craig... Craig fuck me... fuck me good!"

I groaned louder and louder my body shivering, this was good. I moved the nozzle up to the highest setting a thick hard pulsating stream of water shot onto my pussy. My clit immediately swelled and my legs tightened pushing against hte front of the bath.

"OH GOD!!! CRAIG!!!"

I didn't realize I was yelling loudly until well after my climax. I lay shuddering in the tub for a while but then forced myself out and to get around, dressing up quite a bit before lazing about killing time. My stomache was in knots with dread as I thought about Craig coming over. The kid did have a crush on me... god I don't want to take advantage of that... what If I do something with him... god.... I went over ot pick up the phone and cancel, but I couldn't. I couldn't. I sat back down hanging up the reciever and sat watching good wholesome TV movies trying to clean out the thoughts that plauged my mind.

[Edited by Destiny_Brent on 06-01-2001 at 09:42 PM]

 

[Gareman]

As the afternoon passed, Craig began thinking about the possibility of something happening later on. Would she heed her online lover's advice and wear something 'slightly' revealing ? Whatever she chose had to be better than the turtle-neck and long skirt she had on yesterday.

He grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank-top and made his way to the bathroom. Stripping of his clothes, he looked at himself in the mirror. At 6'1" and 195 lbs he looked good. His body was lean and muscular from the years of athletics he had been involved in. He had nice definition in his arms and chest from the weightlifting he had done since grammar school.

As he stared at himself he started thinking about being with Mrs. Farrell. Her body wouldn't be as firm as the young highschool girls who, so willingly, gave up their bodies to him. But the concept of fucking a woman his mother's age had always been so exciting. Was there some kind of weird Oedipus Complex thing going on ? Did he secretly want to fuck his own mother ? ... He shook his, head clearing the disturbing thoughts from his mind. But there was no denying the erection that had grown...

Climbing into the shower, he began thinking about the sexy photos Mrs. Farrell had sent. The later ones where Mrs. Farrell had stripped away the shirt and feigned masturbation were especially exciting. Was she faking or did she really masturbate for the photographer ? He showered quickly, preventing himself from masturbating in the hopes that his sexual release would come later. His only concern was Mrs. Farrell's defenses... Would she be able to fight off the longing that she had displayed last night, on the computer ? Or would she give in, like all the teenaged schoolgirls that he had coerced into putting out for him ?


He dried himself and dresses quickly, splashing on his favorite cologne. It was time to go... "Let's see how proper you really are Teach," he muttered as he grabbed his camera bag and headed out to his car...

 

[Destiny_Brent]

I looked at the clock and noticed the time was close, he'd be here soon. I rose up against my better judgement to change into something more like I'd had in mind last night.

I entered my walk in closet and looked around. My hand flicked around the clothes but finally I gave up and headed to the ones tucked the furthest away. Too young... high school days. My hand fell on a skirt, short and black but... pretty and decent. I then took a long sleeved thin white shirt and put it on. The neckline wasn't exactly super revealing, but a low curve, elegant, pretty and soft. But it was nice, it was revealing.

 

[Gareman]

Craig drove to Mrs. Farrell's house, stopping at a local drugstore to get some film and batteries for his camera. As he buzzed the aisles he also grabbed a box of condoms. With Mrs. Farrell being such a conservative woman, he didn't want a detail like this to ruin his chances. Paying for everything, he jumped back into his car and continued on his way.

The actual drive took about ten minutes, but it seemed much longer to Craig. Finally arriving, he parked in the street, grabbed his camera bag and walked to the front door. His heart pounded in anticipation. What would Mrs. Farrell be wearing ? Would she be wearing make-up ? How would she act ? Would their evening be spent studying English or would something more interesting happen ?

He reached out, ringing the doorbell and waited ...

 

[Destiny_Brent]

The hair on the back of her neck bristled as she heard the car park in front of her house. She gripped a little harder on the arms of the chair. God she was like a high schooler on a date, get it together. She bit her lip lightly smudging the pale red lipstick she wore. It had taken her a lot to even get the gall to wear red, she hadn't in a long time. She immediately went to the mirror and fixed it chcking her mascara and light blush. Her hair was curled a little under her ching everything perfect.

*****BUZZZZZZZZZ*****

The doorbell. This was it, the moment, be relaxed, nothing was just going to happen, just a little teasing. Why did I let myself get all dressed up and everything, I was just supposed to attract his attention not look like I wanted to sleep with him. But oh how I did want to. I would have smudged the makeup off but it was too late, the bell rang again and I approached pulling down a little on my semi short skirt and adjusted the blouse to almost fall over my shoulders. I opened the door and inhaled quickly at his site, the man... boy who'd invaded my dreams.

 

[Gareman]

Craig's chin alomst hit the ground when he saw Mrs. Farrell. She had definitely taken her online lover's advice about wearing something more revealing. He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm, although he felt his cock begin to harden immediately.

Smiling broadly, entering the house. "Now how am I supposed to concentrate on English with you looking like that ?"

He walked past her, entering the living room.

"I brought my camera, maybe you could teach me a little photography before we get started."

 

[Destiny_Brent]

She chuckled as she noticed his reaction very pleased, her face flushed a bit but she shut the door behind him.

"I guess we'll have to work on your concentration as well?'

I turned and followed him into the living room watching as he walked quickly his camera over his shoulder.

"I'd love that, what kind of camera do you have? Could you show me?"

I headed over to get a better look, and to see the camera too.

 

[Gareman]

Craig put the bag on the sofa. Opening it, he removed the contents.

"I'm not too sure how all this stuff works," he lied, "my parents bought it as a Christmas gift and I haven't used it much. All I know is that it was expensive. My dad thinks he can make up for his absence by buying me things."

Turning, he faced Mrs. Farrell. She smelled wonderful. He breathed in her scent, wanting so badly to take her right there and then. His mind flashed back to the photos she had sent, her sexy body exposed and posing in those provacative positions. He almost reached for her... But he caught himself. He didn't want to blow his chance. "Patience", he told himself, "she'll give in, but wait for your opportunity."

He moved closer, showing her the camera and pretending to be interested in learning about it. Despite his best efforts to behave, he glanced down the neck of her blouse, hoping to get a glimpse of her small breasts...

 

[Destiny_Brent]

I sighed,

"Unfortunately too many dads do that now adays..."

I realized I was turning a little more... teacherish, than I had intended and turned my eyes to teh bag bending over to pick up a couple things off the couch. She didn't fail to notice his eyes roving down her shirt and couldn't help but flush deeply raising herself up. Well this screws.... turns around this part, making it longer to increase the focus.

I bit my lip, and raised it up explaining a few of the levers noting that he really wasn't paying attention to what she was saying but seemed to notice them all.

"I have a studio set up downstairs if you'd like to try some shots. Still life and things..."

 

[Gareman]

"I'd love to see the studio," he replied, "but I'm sure we can do better that still-lifes."

He turned to follow Mrs. Farrell, walking closely behind her and admiring her sexy legs. He watched her small ass sway as she led him down the stairs and into a small room in the back of the basement. His cock was rock-hard remembering the sexy photos he had seen the night before. Maybe tonight he could take some of his own.

"Wow, this is great," he replied, "so cozy and private. Why don't you stand over there and let me snap a few practice photos."

He raised his camera and motioned Mrs. Farrell to a spot accross the small room.

"Now don't be shy, a pretty woman like yourself has probably been photographed thousands of times..."

 

[Guest]

Craig's Mother

OOC: Would you be interested if Craig's mother got involved in the story? If so, I would like to control her character.

 

[Gareman]

OOC: I think she could get involved in a little while... If you're willing to wait...

 

[Guest]

Craig's Mother

OOC: Fair enough. Just email me when you want to her to get involved.

 

[Destiny_Brent]

I headed eagerly towards the basement stairs,

"Well I don't know, I don't have much you can photograph besides..."

I pause,

"We'll see what we can do."

I open the door and head down the stairs bidding him to close the door behind him. I head down and flick on a small lamp,

"I have plenty of lights, so you just chose the lighting, if you want tips I of course can help."


I paused for a moment at his suggestion, taking photos ofme.. ow would I smile... I didn't want to look like I wanted him... but I didn't want to come off old either. I bit my lip a little, he noticed my hesitation and encouraged me on.

"Ok... I guess that'll be allright... But I haven't been photographed as often as you seem to think... a couple times though."

An involuntary blush takes over my features as I hurriedly turn to go stand in front of the white background.

 

[Gareman]

Craig snaps a couple of photos.

"That's cool, but how about sitting up on this desk," he suggests, "after all, you are a teacher."

He clears a stack of papers from the big oak desk, and motions Mrs. Farrell over. His mind is racing with ideas. "Just get her comfortable and then get creative," he tells himself. He notices her hesitancy...she's obviously nervous about what's happening, but he is determined to get her to comply...

The thought of seducing his tutor fuels the lust bubbling to the surface. He has to control himself... he has come too far to blow it now...Fighting his instincts to just force himself on her, he finds the strength to continue with his plan...

"Come on !" he implores, "it'll be fun. You look fabulous..."

 

[Destiny_Brent]

I smile a little sheepishly trying for strong and confident but ending up looking like the shy schoolgirl, instead of the strong teacher.

She bit her lip and sat on the desk crossing her legs a bit, it bringing her skirt up on her thighs as she leans back looking at him sweetly a little bit of a coy smile coming through but something seh tried to resist.

"I'm not the best model you know... maybe we should try the stills."

Giving in only slightly I allow myself to toss back my hair a radiant smile taking over... as he snapped away I began to move more freely, more creative, but as of yet, nothing provacative, simple elegant or just freeloving spirited pics, but nothing sexual.

 

[Gareman]

Craig continued snapping photos, understanding the inner struggle taking place within Mrs. Farrell. She was no different than his mother and her friends, frustrated and bored with their lives but afraid to step ouside the walls of the prison. Knowing that what was out there would be too tempting and too liberating to ever go back... So they chose the safety of their cells, fighting anything that was not provided by the authorities...

"What are you talking about !! You are doing great !! Now just relax.... close your eyes...Here's the scene... You are in your classroom after school. There is nobody else around, so you sit back and reflect on the day... Your mind locks on that one student who keeps grabbing your attention... You know the one !! The...if only I wasn't his teacher and if only I wasn't married and if only I wasn't so much older than and if only we wouldn't be caught...," I stepped forward, removing Mrs. Farrell's shoes as I spoke. "I know... that scenario has never gone through your mind.... but...if it did, just stay there in your mind..."

Snap, the shutter clicks as Craig begins photographing again...
"That's it Mrs. Farrell, relax and let your mind go there... you are all alone... nobody can see you...lie back on the desk...let yourself go..."

 

[Destiny_Brent]

I looked at him a little disbelieving as he complimented me... I listened to him for a while falling into the moment, focusing on that one student... that one craig, then suddenly I realized he was talking about and stopped feeling him remove my shoe.

"What are you talking about!"

He knew, or was he just guessing, hoping it seemed. No... no I scouldn't I shouldn't... I didn't resist as my shoe was removed but inside the battle raged,

"No... of course not...."

I bit my bottom lip hard my mind racing, reeling as he began photographing again,

"I..."

I felt my constitution dropping, what was the harm in a couple of pictures, I'd just lay on the desk, it's not like I was naked or anything just missing my shoes....

I layed back, my head swimming in miserable torment, but the image of Craig filled my mind, last night's chat... the images it had brought forth and soon found my hands touching my breasts, immediately I removed them blushing. I moved them up into my hair which was spread around me on the desk. I lifted up my knee forgetting about my short skirt my panties showing a little under the folds of my skirt.

Snap, the shutter clicks as Craig begins photographing again...
"That's it Mrs. Farrell, relax and let your mind go there... you are all alone... nobody can see you...lie back on the desk...let yourself go..."

 

[Gareman]

Mrs. Farrell began moving more freely, even touching her breasts, before catching herself. As she lifted her leg, Craig moved to the end of the desk and got some shots up her skirt. His cock hardened as he snapped the photos, taking just a moment to reload the camera...

"You are doing fantastic !" he encouraged, "just picture your young student and let yourself go."

Gaining confidence, Craig steps to the side of the desk and slides Mrs. Farrell's skirt up a little more, revealing her thighs.

"That's it ! You've got such nice legs, we can't have them covered up."

Waiting to see how she reacts, he snaps a few more photos, waiting for the bubble to burst... or maybe it wouldn't.

"Now pretend that your student has walked into your classroom and has begun making advances on you... Feel his young hands on your breasts...His lips touch yours....Picture it in your mind and feel it ..."

 

[Destiny_Brent]

I felt his hands moving my skirt up and froze, my thighs and arms tensed, not knowing how to react, I lay still for a moment, oh god this was wrong....

'Now pretend that your student has walked into your classroom and has begun making advances on you... Feel his young hands on your breasts...His lips touch yours....Picture it in your mind and feel it ...'

I pushed myself up at the last part forcing myself up and pulling down on my skirt,

"Ok... that's enought... that's too far... I can't do this."

My voice was flustered and my eyes darted around the room randomly, avoiding his young strong body, my defenses had almost fallen... god I'd pictured him naked, he was there... he was right there, so handsome... so accesible... so willing. I shook my head, unable to think or concentrate...

"No.. no.. I can't... I mean I really can't..."

That was a lie, she could... she would gladly take him right there right now, but the nagging sense of bounderies, decency, limits of normal... average society of which she was a part stopped her, chastised her. The taboo of this reered it's ugly head in her mind.

 

[Gareman]

Craig hesitated for a moment, considering his options. He could certainly reveal his online identity and blackmail her with the photos...Nah, he really wanted to keep that persona alive. He could force himself on her, he certainly was much stronger than her....Nah, that was amateurish and he was too much of a hunter for that...Quickly, he made his decision...

Moving forward, he placed his hand on her shoulder. Her head was down, apparently ashamed of what she had almost done. Putting on his best innocent school boy face he spoke.

"I'm really sorry, Mrs. Farrell...," he said haultingly, "it's just that... well... you're just so beautiful...I...um... got carried away."

He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her. Her face nestled into his muscular chest..

"I know that to you, I'm probably just another foolish school kid with a crush on you... You've probably dealt with that dozens of times...And for you to jeopardize everything... your wonderful marriage... and beautiful home....Just to please me.... Well, I understand if you want to stop."

The marriage crack was meant to hit home. He knew from their online session that all was not well and he hoped that mentioning it might ignite a spark of defiance in Mrs. Farrell. Still holding her he continued...

"I'll understand if you want me pack up my stuff and leave...but I promise that I'll never let anyone see these photos...I swear !!"

He kissed her gently on the top of her head and turned slowly to walk away...Reaching for his camera bag, he began packing his lenses away...waiting for her to speak...