Taking Mrs. Farrell

[Destiny_Brent]

I bit my lip as I felt his soft touch, his strong yet gentle face truelly sorry, so handsome I wanted to wrap my arms around him now, I wanted him to take me right here. As his arms went around me I counldn't resist I lay there, unmoving, my breath halted as he talked soothingly, apologetically. 'Your wonderful marriage... beautiful home...' At those words tears welled up in my eyes, my body trembled in his grasp, my life was a joke, a facade for everyone to see.. but it wasn't true, it just wasn't. I wanted so much more.

My face turned up, his grip so strong, he didn't look in her eyes, his feelings so genuine, so honest. My heart ached for him and despite the nagging feeling in my chest I raised my hand to gently carress his jaw,

"It's not foolish... it's not... Craig..."

His name, spoken not the normal way, but with that touch in it I'd spoken it as I masturbated at the computer, as I graoned, his name almost came out a moan the desperation for a true lover, a good lover, a strong one clear in my voice, more obvious than I had intended.

I took the cloth of his shirt in my hand holding him back as he turned to go so forlorn, something fought my senses making me reach and grab hold of him stopping him, my lips spoke the words I hand't meant to say,

"Stay, I don't want you to leave."

 

[Gareman]

There was desperation and a hint of sexual lust in her voice. Craig noticed it immediately...His ears perked up at the almost imperceptible quiver when she said his name and then he felt the slight tug on his shirt. It was a familiar tug...a sensation he had felt hundreds of times while fishing. It was the slight pull on the line when the fish has taken the bait...Inexperienced fisherman usually then begin reeling immediately, afraid of losing what is securely caught on the hook...But Craig had done plently of fishing in his life and he knew that, as long as the hook was set properly, there is a better way...He knew the hook had been set... This conservative middle-aged woman was his whenever he decided to reel her in !!

The analogy was perfect ! The only difference here being that Mrs. Farrell wanted to be in the boat, she wanted him to reel her in and give her what she so desperately needed. It was the social stigma of being with a boy so young...so close in age to her own son...it was almost incestuous. For Craig it was like fucking his own mother...Since this morning, he had found himself playing out that scenario more than once too...God what was happening to him ?

In his mind he saw himself let out some line, giving Mrs. Farrell some "freedom". Sometimes when he'd done this while fishing, the hooked fish actually began swimming toward the boat...

Slowly he turned to face her, head down, pretending to be nervous...
"Ssssso ... you don't think it's foolish... for me to ... you know... think about you this way ?" he stuttered, "I mean... you don't think I'm weird ... or perverted ?"

He didn't wait for her to finish. Nervously he picked up his camera, studying it for a moment...

"I've only got 10 more exposures left...can we finish this roll.....Your choice of poses, of course...And then maybe develop them to see how they look ?"

He hoped that his woeful act had won him some pity. Maybe he wouldn't get the naked masturbation pictures that he had been going for, but he could see in her eyes that she may be in the mood for a compromise...Maybe she would give him something worthwhile with one or two of these last shots....maybe...

 

[Destiny_Brent]

I shook my head...

"Uh... no... fascination..." I stuttered a little but took a breath at this point to try and maintain some sort of proffesionalism even if there was nothing proffesional about this...

"It's perfectly natural to attract to the older woman... maturity, age, trust... uh... experience.. and ..."

I bit my lip as he reaised the camera seemingly toying with it nervous, so lost, so alone, so embarassed, I wanted to help him. To show him it was allright... i wanted him... I nodded resolutely, I knew tonight I would commit the sin... I would sleep with this boy, I would cheat on my husband, and with a boy my sons age. I immediately tried to shove that thought away, and sort of did, but it had been there, it had reered itself and now no matter how far I shoved it, it would still be here. But I couldn't, wouldn't take my son... but I could take this boy. I was in control of myself.. I had to be... but little did I know, I wasn't. I was hooked, line and sinker!

I look up at him,

"Of course let's get started."

She smiled in a desperate attempt to act more cheery, but the fact was she was scared, ashamed, lost despite seeing her destination clearly, it stood before her, fiddling with the lenses and waiting for her... waiting for her to decide. She decided, go for it.

She leaned back against the desk unbuttoning the top few buttons of her shirt as she looked seductivly over her breasts at him. She felt the click of the shudder, the moment seeming so familiar, as she progressed towards nudity, but she wouldn't... not yet... not yet. Her body quivered, both anticipation and excitement, coupled with fear and shame. But that seemed to only excite her, the taboo the stigma... she would never live this down if this came out. She didn't care at that moment, she felt her want, her need and she had to have release.

She layed back on the desk spread before him, submissively, open to him, a ready and take me look to her features. The shudder clicked.

She rolled onto her side her tossing her hair behind her as she gently grazed her own cheek with her fingers stopping looking up at him with lust, and sweetness. The shudder clicked.

And so it went on, provacotive and beautiful, not nude... but a pleasure all the same. She felt herself the entire time losing control, she fought back but it didn't work, the inner logical side was losing, her Id was taking over, the libedo being charged all the more as she saw the lust in his eyes, the wanting. She was wanted by this handsome... wonderful teen. Her breathing was slow and heavy as she watched him, stress streaking her features a little but easing as he stepped closer for the last couple shots...

 

[Gareman]

Craig moved forward, snapping photos as he approached the desk. Mrs. Farrell posed seductively, but still seemed hesitant, obviously anxious about where this photo session might lead. Before making his move, the young student had grabbed one more roll of film. He wanted these images of the conservative teacher battling against her obvious sexual longings to be captured forever. He knew it was time to take charge...

"Wow, you look so hot," he whispered, "now open your blouse all the way."

Craig focused on Mrs. Farrell's body from the waist up. With the top buttons undone and her posed on her side, he got a glimpse of the top of her left breast, still hidden by her white bra. He snapped the final two photos on the roll and began changing the film.

"I want you to go back to the image we were working on before." he instructed, "Let yours mind imagine that classroom and that young horny student standing before you."

He finished loading the film and brought the camera back up into position. Waiting for the nervous middle-aged woman to comply to his "request/order".

His thick penis, hard and ready throbbed in his shorts. He knew that she was now helpless to fight what was about to happen... She couldn't fight her needs anymore...He sensed it...His dream of having an older woman would be realized today...But first he would finish what he had started...

"That's it... you know you've fantasized about this...now just let it happen..."

 

[Destiny_Brent]

I bit my lip a little bit as I heard him request to go back to the thought before, but despite my hesitance I see images of a naked Craig standing before me his large cock bobbing, eager for her, her eager for it.

I closed my eyes tightly, my skin rippling with ecstacy and desire. As I see the boy stepping forward me, unconciously a moan escapes my lips and I immediately flushed... oh god I can't handle this... I would give in, there was no way I would resist him... no way I could. My heart overpowered my mind.

 

[Gareman]

Mrs. Farrell closes her eyes as she refocuses on the image... Craig gives her a moment to see the young school boy standing before her, so ready to fuck her. A slight moan escapes from her mouth, a sure sign that she is back in that room, alone with her student...

"Okay now, take off your blouse and bra," he instructs, moving directly in front of her, "your young lover wants to see those beautiful tits of yours."

As he complete his sentence, he leans over and gently touches his lips to hers, just enough to let her know that he is there.

"Don't be ashamed, Mrs. Farrell, " he whispers, "we both want this. Just think how good my cock is going to feel, deep inside of you... You've needed this for a long time, haven't you ? "

His right hand reaches out, touching her knee... sliding his hand up the inside of her leg... stopping at her skirtline...

"Now just take off your blouse so I can finish up these photos"

 

[Destiny_Brent]

She saw Craig stepping closer... closer in her mind... and somewhere in her mind, she realized he was doing this in reality too, she could have him... she probobally would have him. Her mind reeled that part growling to be let out, but she shut the door to it, trying her best to let her lust and passion out. She deserved this... all her life, so perfect, so good... one mistake out of years of faithfulness... she deserved this. As his lips touched hers her heart lurched breathing rapidly her breasts shaking as her trembling fingers began to unbutton the soft fabric.

Soon she was finished her blouse hanging open as she removed the strapless bra....

He had a very familiar view laying before him, her eyes still closed, her mind still not wanting to deal with the reality, lost in the fantasy. Her breasts barely shrouded from his view heaved as she drempt of that young cock coming closer... filling her oh how she wanted this... and she needed it soon.

As his fingers grazed the inside of her thigh her look turned to one of lust and want her knees unconciously sliding apart just a little as his finger went over the edge of her thigh highs to touch her bare skin.

 

[Gareman]

Craig watched Mrs. Farrell, fascinated by her compliance. Her blouse was now completely unbuttoned, her bra lying on the floor in front of the desk. Lying on her side the thin fabric of her blouse covered her top breast completely, the bottom still partially concealed. He had noticed her hands trembling visibly as she had undone the buttons and couldn't help but see her slightly part her legs for his hand.

Inside Craig was fighting to remain in control. His cock throbbed eagerly in his shorts, wanting the opportunity to explore the depths of this older woman's warm moist pussy. It was tempting to just hop up on the desk, rip off her panties and drive his penis into her...He knew she wouldn't fight him... But he made himself wait...

He brought his other hand up the ouside of Mrs. Farrell's leg. Finding the top of her stocking, he began slowly sliding it down her thin leg. His eyes never left hers as he moved his hands inch... by inch...painstakenly slowly....down her leg.

"That's it Mrs. Farrell," he whispered, "just relax and give in to your feelings... For once, let yourself admit that you want this...Don't be ashamed..."

He reached her knee, making sure to run his fingers along her soft skin as he peeled her sheer nylon off of her leg.... Wanting the seduction to last forever, he continued, over her knee and down her calf...

"You can admit to me that you've fantasized about some of your students...It's okay... It's natural...," he coaxed, trying to satisfy his curiousity. Tell me some of the things you've imagined..."

 

[Destiny_Brent]

Her breath shook as she exhaled slowly, feeling her stocking being pulled ever lower down her body, she imagined him moving to her underwear, removing them just as teasingly slow, and thrusting his ready cock into her... fantisized about her computer fantasy....

His other hand moved up her leg, causing her skin to bristle as small goosebumps appeared on her thigh. She took in a sharp quick breath as his fingers toyed so close to her eager pussy, getting his fingers around her stocking and then begining to move down and away.

She heard his question and for a long time didn't answer. She savored his feel, she knew he knew. From his touch she could tell he was fully in control, and knew it. Her lower lip trembled as his fingernail grazed along her thigh following the seam of the pantihose.

"I..."

She began but couldn't continue as she turned her head to the side resting her cheek on the wooden surface of the desk.

"I can't..."

Her voice cracked as she spoke, his hands continuing their trek... he continued encouraging her, his words were soft and convincing... She felt her mind begin to swirl, images from her imagination, pictures of his innocent look, then his predatorial looks when she first met him... bonded with the online chat and she let out a soft moan...

"Oh... I've... I've fantasized about.. you Craig... I've wanted you... "

A groan,

"Since a last night...."

She inhaled sharply at the feel of his breath on her leg as he leaned closer taking the hose off from around her dainty feet.

 

[Gareman]

While removing Mrs. Farrell's nylons, she had rolled onto her back. Moving his hands back up under her skirt, Craig grasped her panties and slid them off... Pushing her skirt up around her waist, he revealed her pussy...

Stepping back, Craig snapped a few more photos...

"Okay Mrs. Farrell," he instructed, "now, spread your legs and give me a nice view of that pussy..."

Studying the small middle-aged woman's face, he noticed a tear rolling down her cheek. Her inner battle was obviously still raging... the conservative teacher/wife/mother pleading to stop... while the neglected, sexually deprived woman begged to continue...

Moving around to the side of the table, Craig reached down an cupped her small breast in his large hand. Mrs. Farrell looked up at him, confusion, doubt, fear and lust all mixed together in her expression. Craig knew he still hadn't clinched the deal... She still may try to back out... Slowly squeezing her exposed breast, he moved his fingers to her nipple and began massaging it between his fingers... Hoping this would take her past the point of no return...he waited for her reaction...

 

[Destiny_Brent]

Mrs Fareel bit her lip hard as he began to tease her panties down her legs, then moved his hand up above her soft patch as he pushed up the skirt. She swallowed hard shaking visibly as he snapped the photos... she wasn't able to move for a moment, her eyes clenched tight as she felt herself losing this battle, wanting him... but knowing better. A tear glistened, cought in her lashes for one of the shots and dripping down her cheek for the next. She couldnt' move her legs, the thighs shaking offering bare glimpses at what might be inside but she couldnt' move.

At the word Pussy she just couldn't bring herself to do it... so base... so dirty she fought the tears that wanted to follow.

She felt the touch on her breasts and immediatley images flashed to her mind, she opened her eyes slowly as she gazed up at him... his strong and handsome face... his strong handsome... young face. She felt the tweasing of her nipple as it hardened between his soothing fingers... she'd needed this so long... she couldn't... but she had to... she'd die in this world continuing like she was... lost alone... the thought of ending it all had crossed her mind... but that was a taboo as well... this was a much better one to be breaking she thought slowly moving her hand to his face as if cought in a moment of decision. A faint flicker of a smile appeared on her face as she carressed his jawline, nodding as she let out a soft moan to his carress... the sign... she'd finally finally given in....

OOC: Congratulations!

 

[Gareman]

Craig smiled triumphantly as he felt Mrs. Farrell's hand touch his face and saw her small nod. Removing the camera from around his neck, he placed it on a nearby shelf and lowered his head to hers. The sensation of her lips on his was fantastic. Her perfume filled his nostrils, as he kissed her gently.

Reaching behind her back, with one hand and under her knees with the other, he lifted her off the table. Raising her small frame wasn't too challenging for the large powerful young athlete. He moved effortlessly up the stairs and through the house, pausing only once, when he reached the second floor, to decide which way to go. Entering the large master bedroom, Craig carried her to the King-sized bed and gently sat her on the edge, legs hanging down. Instructing her to remove her blouse and skirt, Craig peeled off his shirt, removed his sneakers and socks and pulled off his shorts and underwear.

His long thick cock stood hard and straight, as he watched the older woman strip for him. She was standing at the foot of the bed, sliding the short black skirt down her thin legs. As she bent forward, Craig moved in and placed hands on her shoulders. Gently pressing downward, he forced her to her knees...

 

[Destiny_Brent]

She felt his lips on her and her eyes closed half way, her eyelashes mignling acrossed his warm cheek as she pressed into the kiss gently, a simple kind kiss. Her mouth didn't part yet, but would at very little probing.

His hands under her knee caused her to swallow harshly, her small body being lifted and moved towards the stairs... oh my god... he wanted to do this in her room. She felt herself moved up the stairs and her eyes shifted back and forth behind closed lashes as her fingers tensed on his shoulder.

The soft fabric beneath her made her bite he lip. She looked around the room breifly before she began to remove her clothes, slowly and unsurely, a new resistance showing in her eyes. Her eyes fell on a picture on the dresser, her husband, her son and daughter, and her at a family picknic. They all looked so happy what was she doing...

She saw his thick cock moving towards her as she dropped her skirt nervously licking her lips to wetten them. Her body trembled violently as his hands moved ot her shoulder pushing her down... what did he expect... a blow job? She shook her head as she was pushed to her knees, tears welling up as she looked at the picture...

"I can't do this Craig.... I... I can't..." She turned her head from him, laying there naked and vulnerable before him, she felt shame wipe over her, how the hell could she be doing this she saw his large cock and was aroused, but the guilt of her children watching her at this moment from the silent eyes of the pictures sent chills through her bones... this was wrong.

 

[Gareman]

Craig knew that he was pushing his luck by bringing her upstairs. The familiarity of the bedroom... the place she and her husband had made love many times... the images of her family, peering at her, watching her, as their wife/mother stipped off her remaining clothing, giving in to the lust that she had fought for so many years... It made the whole scene so much more forbidden...so much more exciting for him...

He noticed the streak of tears, runnng down her cheek as she knelt before him, her eyes fixed on the family photo behind him. She muttered something about not being able to continue, but Craig was too far gone to allow her to back out now... (Maybe he had been premature in expecting a blow-job, but he knew she couldn't resist his cock inside her wet pussy)

Lifting her up, he slid her onto her back on the big bed. Her eyes refused to make contact with his, as the guilt of their adulterous (bordering on incestuous) act overwhelmed her. He placed his hands on the inside of her knees, parting them and pushing them back.

His heart pounded in his chest. The sight of Mrs. Farrell's trembling, naked body spread before him was sexually intoxicating. The fact that she was struggling with her concience somehow made it even more so.

Moving forward to kneel between her spread legs, Craig moved in for the "kill". Positioning his thick penis head at the opening to her vagina, he began applying pressure... Not enough to penetrate her yet, but just enough to begin parting the small folds of skin that led to her warm moist pussy...

"Just relax and enjoy it," Craig said quietly, applying a bit more forward pressure, "nobody will ever find out about this."

Her gaze was still focused on the family photo. Craig wondered what thought's lay behind that faraway look in those tear-filled eyes...

 

[Destiny_Brent]

She felt herself lifted, and came with him in ease. Her eyes did not shift from the picture, her glazed stare blind to him as she looked into the cheerful eyes of her children, and the soft tneder eyes of her once loving husband... how could she do this.

She felt the soft material on her back, and his hands parting her thighs, but this was all far back in her mind, on the forefront was her children, her family what she needed now was his cock in her, but what she couldn't handle was his cock inside her. Silent tears fell down her cheeks, she didn't sob though, she made no sign of the misery inside her tormented soul, but her eyes were an open book. The glistening and wavering as the pupils barely shifted, looking over the images in this room.

She felt a touch of his thick skin on her silky folds and swallowed, she couldn't look at him, couldn't come to grips with what was happening. Somehow this just seemed so surreal, as if lost in a hallucination.

She saw her family smilng and happy in those photos, but in her mind, tears fell from those innocent eyes, the love and happiness morphed into anger and disgust... she felt the world close it's eyes, her family turn away... no one would find out she heard him say... but it didn't matter... it didn't matter who knew about it... what tormented her was that she knew. And she knew she wanted it.

 

[Gareman]

Craig studied the older woman as she cried silently beneath him. Her gaze remained fixed on a group of family photos, her mind obviously tormented by a mixture of emotions... guilt...sadness...fear...sexual desire...

He removed his right hand from her leg, gently touching her chin and turning her face. Her beautiful tear-filled eyes met his... Stroking her cheek reassuringly, he lowered his face to hers and gave her a soft kiss...Their mouths made contact... his lips parting to allow his tongue to move forward and press against her closed mouth, hoping to find it's way inside...

His hand traced her jawline, moving from her ear to her chin... slowly, gently barely touching her soft skin...Now traveling down her exposed neck... tickling... as his fingers glided weightlessly.... over her breastbone and down to her left breast...Reaching her nipple, he teased it's hard, blood-engorged surface... She trembled...

His tongue pushed harder against her tightly closed lips, now demanding permission to enter... His cock remained poised below...demanding the same...

 

[Destiny_Brent]

She felt his touch on her chin, felt her face being turned. Her eyes remained on the picture as long as they could see it but then shifted to meet his eyes directly. They wavered a little, his face flooding her vision, the pictures began to fade a little but they were still there, along with his image, but his image was real... there's was not, his lips were on hers, his hands caressing her, almost lovingly it seemed.

His tounge pressed against her lips in want and she soon relented, her lips parting allowing him inside, at the same time her knees widened even a touch more, a sign of her permission...

no one will no she thought to herself, no one will know...

 

[Gareman]

Craig felt her lips part allowing his tongue to enter her mouth and slide past her smooth teeth. Her compliance signalled surrender.

His hand now began rolling her erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting the thick flesh and causing an low moan to escape from deep within Mrs. Farrell.

Moving his knees closer to the older woman, he began rotating his hips forward increasing the pressure his hard cock was exerting against the surprisingly tight opening to her vagina. The bulbous head of his eager prick stretched her, as it began moving slowly inside of her...

Craig's tongue found Mrs. Farrell's, as their kiss became more intense. Her will to fight was gone, shattered by the overwhelming strength of her lust. He kissed her passionately and she responded in kind, their tongues engaged in a playful jousting match...

Finally, the young man's cock head popped inside of the older woman, leading the way for the rest of his long thick pole... Inching forward, he felt himself slowly sinking deeper and deeper into her warm moist cavern.

"God it feels good," he thought to himself, his fingers now pinching her nipple much more forcefully. Each manipulation of her breast caused a low moan to escape from her..

Craig broke off the kiss, moving his mouth down to her neck, slowly licking his way around to her ear.

"Oh Mrs. Farrell," he whispered, pushing his prick even deeper inside of her, "your pussy feels so good !"

 

[Destiny_Brent]

She felt his fingers against her warm breast and her body churned beneath him, a low groan escaping her lips, muffled by his tounge which now engulfed her mouth.

"Mnmmm Cra..."

She had her eyelids pressed tightly together, her thighs parting more so as his youthful cock began to press deeper inside her opening. Her inner walls wet with her excitement tightened even more so around his cock, as it fought to stretch her open, forcing it's way in.

Her neck moved up a little as she pressed her lips into his, her tounge swirling around his as it began to poke hers. Her back arched as his cock found his home inside her hot depths.


Her hands roved up his back feeling the tensing muscles as his body invaded hers, his fingers twisting and twirling her nipples, it had been a long time since they'd been stimulated and they eagerly perked up in his grasp.

Soon his mouth was off of hers, she made a small whimper as his tounge snaked it's way down her front catching a nipple in it.

"Oh... Crai... Craig..."

His cock burried completely in her, this was the moment, she'd done it...there was nothing left to do but give in. No matter what she wanted, thought, or felt this happened. Nothing she could ever do would change this, it was a part of her past, her present, and future.

 

[Guest]

The sensation of penetration was amazing. Craig moaned slightly as he continued pushing forward, burying his long, thick cock deeper... and deeper into Mrs. Farrell. The conservative older woman was now completely unable to resist. Her defenses were all down and she lay, legs spread and willing below him.

Inch by inch he sunk into her...impaling the small motherly figure onto his young prick. She tried to utter his name. Finally on her third attempt she was successful. It sounded so much different than the other times she had said it. There was a desperation... a lusty, throaty quality that excited him tremendously. She was begging him to give her something that she needed so badly. Something her husband either couldn't or wouldn't give her.

Craig moved his mouth close to her ear, pushing the final few inches of his penis inside of her warm snug hole.

"You like my cock inside of you, don't you ?" he whispered, needing to hear her say that she did.

"You really want me to fuck you nice and hard don't you ?"

As he uttered the words, a disturbing vision appeared before his eyes. The woman below him wasn't Mrs. Farrell, it was his own mother...

 

[Gareman]

OOC: Sorry, that was me.

 

[Destiny_Brent]

She lay impaled on his cock, his hot breath on her ear, his breathing deep and wanting as he groaned into her. She nodded meekly,

"Yes I need you in me... please.. Craig... please..."

Her breast heaved and fell, every breath coming harder than the last, she was cought in lust, with every exhale she tried to expulse the images of her husband, her children and friends. Craig's eyes seemed a little different as she opened hers, trying to let the boy fill her image. In this moment of torment, he was taking his teacher, could that be it? He seemed to be shocked by a taboo, but it seemed deeper than that... deeper than simply her. Could it be while she so desperately tried to force his image onto herself, he was trying to force another. Was he only desperate and that's why he sought her, or was he doing this to show up his friends, or to blackmail her later. his eyes didn't seem to focus on her as she breathed the words, faded, dazed he watched her, his eyes roving a little less possesively over her body. She feared being used, could that be it... as he now laid on her, he had taken her, it didn't matter so much his purpose now,t he deed was done.

Her hand reached up to caress his face,

"Handsome young Craig... Give me all you've got?"

She asked, a trace of a smile on her face as she fought to regain his attention, perhaps she could change his mind on whatever it was, make him want to be with her, want only her.

 

[Gareman]

Craig closed his eyes for a moment, wanting the image of his mother to leave his mind. Although the thought excited him tremendously, it also disturbed him...When the vision cleared, he opened them again, now fully able to enjoy the beautiful older woman lying willingly beneath him.

Sitting up into a kneeling position, he pulled his cock from Mrs. Farrell's pussy, leaving just the head inside. Placing his hands behind her knees, he pushed them forward spreading her wide.

He took in the whole scene...the sexy older woman, guilt ridden but horny lying, legs spread below him in the bed that she and her husband share. Family photos all over the room... Mom with the kids... and hubby...smiles on all of their faces...

Now sweet innocent mom was spreading her legs for a boy similar in age to her own son. Begging him to fuck her...urging him to give her the sexual release she needed so badly...What would Gideon think if he saw his mom like this ?

Craig's head buzzed with excitement. This was the scene he had fantasized about for years. Now he was going to enjoy it... He had plenty of plans for his new lover, but for now, he just wanted to feel his cock inside of her.

Moving powerfully forward, Craig slammed his thick penis back into Mrs. Farrell... With her fully spread, he was able to penetrate her a little deeper. He watched her face contort as he speared her with his angry tool. Again he withdrew and again he drove his cock home to the hilt...

God, if his friends could see him now...they may change their minds about older women...Craig knew that no flighty little cheerleader could ever give him what Mrs. Farrell would... She may resist some of his ideas, but he knew that he would get her to do anything he wanted...Today was just the beginning of what he knew would be a long tumultous relationship...

"Come on Mrs. Farrell, tell me what you want !!!"

 

[Destiny_Brent]

She saw his eyes close and bit her lip as he closed his eyes, was he changing his mind, as she should have done so long ago. But she couldn't stop her need for release was greater than she'd felt it in years and she couldn't help but massage his chest before her,

"It's allright Craig... let it happen."

He pulled out, at first she thought he was going to leave and relief and regret, and desire filled her heart, but he stopped, he was still partially inside of her delicate sex. She let a soft smile play on her lips, his hands were behind her knees spreading her completely before him, she couldn't help but be glad as he confirmed for her, this would happen now.

She refused to look around, not wanting to think about her children, her husband, her love, the room faded around her. It was her and Craig, alone, no one else in the world, that's how she had to think of it, otherwise she would pull away and run. Her throat constricted as he tightened his grip around her legs.

In he dove, thrusting his member into her willing sex, burrying himself again in her with an unexpected ferocity. She flinched in slight pain at the unexpected driving, but the feelings soon gave way to pleasure as he pistoned himself inside of her.

She knew one thing, he was experienced, but not as much as her, his driving was aimed at his own release, he was not an expert in the ways of a womans orgasm. But she would pleasure him immensly, in the back of her mind she wanted to prove that she still could pleasure a young and stronger boy. She still had it.

Her pussy tightened around his cock as he tried to pull out, and loosened trying to expell him as he thrust in, the friction between their sexes was tremendous and she watched his face twist in the intense pleasure. With every thrust he rubbed against her clit harder and harder, the tip of his cock every so often coming in contact with that special spot deep inside her love canal.

Oh god, she felt heat waves, similar to hot flashes but much more intense, washing over her body. All she knew was he was here, burrying himself into her. Her family was buried deep in the back of her subconcious, but she refused to let them out as she was fucked deeper and deeper,

"Yes Craig... give it to me.. please.... give me release... Craig... yes! Yes! YEs! YES!"

 

[Gareman]

Craig pistoned his thick penis into her several more times. He saw the look in her eyes, apprehension and fear turned to lust and desire. Her eyes stared directly at him...begging for the release she so desperately needed.

He watched his hard cock disappear inside of Mrs. Farrell, reemurging shiny and slick with her juices. The smell of sex filled his nostrils, pungent and sweet driving him to new depths of sexual desire.

Removing himself from the older woman, he rolled her over onto her stomach. He always loved "doggie-style". It gave him a sense of control.

"Okay Jill," he instructed, using her first name for the first time, "get up on your knees, I want to fuck you from behind."

He positioned himself behind her, between her legs and waited for her to push herself up onto her knees. As he studied her, he noticed something that would surely catch her eye. On the wall above the bed was a very large framed family photo...