Taking Mrs. Farrell

[Gareman]

Characters:

Craig Halworth... Age 18 ... 6' 1" 195 Lbs... Brown Hair ... Brown Eyes...Star football player... horny and persistent

Jill Farrell ... Age 42 ... 5' 3" 105 Lbs... Short Blonde Hair... Brown Eyes... Poster child for conservative sexual ideals... Married mother of 3... English tutor


The Concept:

Craig is a star athlete who is not interested in academics. His parents hire a tutor (Mrs. Farrell) to help him bring his English grade up so that he will be eligible for the college football team. Craig becomes sexually interested in conservative Mrs. Farrell and starts making sexually suggestive comments, etc.. She, of course, resists his advances.... but he is very persistent.

I need a Mrs. Farrell who will resist Craig's attempts to seduce her. She must struggle against the little voice buried deep within that whispers to "let your hair down and live". She will try to be strong, but.....

Any takers ???

 

[Destiny_Brent]

I'd love to try my hand at being Mrs. Farrell is this going to start from when they first met or a few weeks/months into their tutoring sessions.

 

[Gareman]

Let's start right here...

I park my car outside of the large white house, checking the address against the one Mom had given me earlier. Yep, this is the place alright.

I know my parents mean well, but I really don't feel like spending two nights a week studying English. I hate it enough as it is.

Walking up to the front door and ring the bell, wondering what this tutor is going to look like. Probably, fat and old, just like my English teacher at school. As the door opens, I'm kind of surprised. Mrs. Farrell is not what you'd call drop-dead gorgeous, but she isn't a dog either.

I smile and introduce myself.

"Hi, my name is Craig. I'm here for English."

 

[Destiny_Brent]

I was sitting at my piano practicing a tune by beethoven, I always loved Beethoven, so different from the rest of my tastes, so dark, so different and surreal. I listened as I played, my eyes closed swaying lightly to the music.I was brought out of my mood by a sudden ringing of the doorbell. I started suddenly then giggled lightly at myself and rose to go see who it was. I check my watch and notice the time, "oh dear, that must be my student." I rose quickly and headed to the door calling out in a merry voice, "Coming." I open the door and smile looking at him, "Hello Craig, yes I was expecting you." I smiled warmly, he reminded me of my oldest son, so confidant and full. I chuckled and led him into the kitchen gesturing to a chair, "have a seat Craig." I turned and opened the fridge, "Would you like something to drink?" I brushed a short blond strand behind my ear absently.

 

[Gareman]

I followed Mrs. Farrell into the kitchen, checking her out, from behind, as we walked. She was dressed very conservatively, so I couldn't get a real look at her, but she seemed to be in good shape, for her age. I watched her small ass sway before me and undressed her, in my mind. As long as I can remember, I've always had a weird attraction to older women. I remember fantasizing about my mom's friends from my early teens on. As I walked behind my tutor, some of those fantasies flashed back into my mind. I was grateful when we reached the kitchen and she told me to sit down. At least sitting, my erection wouldn't be noticeable.

Standing before the refrigerator, she asked if I'd like something to drink. As she opened the door, I noticed a couple of cans of beer on the bottom shelf. Testing her for the first time, I answered, "If we're going to do anything involving Shakespeare, I'm gonna need a beer."

 

[Destiny_Brent]

I smiled as we headed into the kitchen, he took the seat and I looked into the fridge, "And how old are you mister?" I turned to glance at him and smiled, "I think you'd be better off with a coke." She turned and sat a can of coca-cola before him then sat down with another coke for herself. She let a flicker of a smile, "Now how about some Shakespear, since you suggested it."

 

[Gareman]

"Shakespeare can wait," I replied. "Tell me a little about yourself."

I smiled back, my eyes looking directly into hers and then moving to her breasts. They were completely covered, but I wanted to guage her reaction to my boldness. Returning my gaze to her eyes, I saw an uneasiness in her expression.

"Since we'll be spending a lot of time together, I think we should really get to know each other," I continued. "What do you think ?"

 

[Destiny_Brent]

She paused for a moment, "I suppose we should get to know eachother..." She smiled warmly, "Allright if you would kindly turn your attention elsewhere...." She bit her lip a little, "I suppose you're right. Well then, I've been a teacher all my life, English of course. We really don't need the extra money so I left working to take care of my children, I have 3." She watched him carefully not really liking the boldness he had, He was the age of her eldest son. "Gideon who is about your age, Michelle who is 14 and Stacy who is 9." She smiled, "I've been married 20 years tommorow. I tutor merely to help out students, I love to be of service to them, expanding young minds. It's always been my passion."

 

[Gareman]

Craig smiled as Mrs. Farrell spoke. What he heard was so predictable. If he had asked the same question of 90% of the housewives, in this neighborhood, he would have heard the same story. He himself had grown up in the 'typical' upper middle-class household. What excited him about the situation was what he knew lay beneath the surface. Oh sure, everything looked just "fine and dandy" from the outside, but smouldering below the perfect little life was something that nobody wanted to talk about. BOREDOM !!!

Most of the women would deny it up and down, but they were looking for something more than what they had. To admit it would be to piss in the face of the American dream, but it was real. He knew from listening in on conversations that his own mother had with her friends that women, at this age, itch for adventure. He knew that he would have to cut through a thick wall of defenses to accomplish his goal, but he was determined to be the one to scratch Mrs. Farrell's itch.

I studied her face, waiting for her to finish her "introduction". Licking my lips and returning my gaze to her breasts I chuckled lightly and replied, "That sounds wonderful, but there has to be more to you than that."

I got up to rinse out my empty can. Not even trying to hide my erection, I walked to the sink.

"Tell me about some of your other passions."

 

[Destiny_Brent]

Mrs Farrell watched as he looked over her as if analyzing and examining her, she felt a little uncomfortable under his scrutinizing and deep gaze. She bit her lip... "Teaching is my passion."

She watched as he rose, she noticed the erection but chose to ignore it, just a childish fantasy.

She smiled a bit then looked up, "And photography, I adore it." She smiled, "Catching beauty on film, the beauty and sensuality of a gorgeous twilight sunset." She closed her eyes for a moment, thinking of her darkroom and the beautiful secrets it held.

 

[Gareman]

Something ignited inside of Mrs. Farrell when she mentioned photography. Craig noticed it immediately. His heart raced, knowing that one of her walls had just fallen. Seizing the opportunity, he moved back to the table and sat in the chair next to the small woman.

"Which side of the camera do you prefer ?" he asked, trying to pry deeper into her psyche, "because I think you'd make a wonderful model."

Craig moved his hand to brush a strand of hair from her face. All the old fantasies of bedding one of his mother's friends came back with a rush.... The first kiss... The woman's initial reluctance to give in to her desires... Then the surrender...His tongue exploring her body... His penis penetrating...Her soft moans of pleasure...Their release...

Snapping himself back to reality, he left his hand on her face, waiting for her response...

 

[Destiny_Brent]

She immediately flushed and looked down, "I'm always behind it... well almost always." She flushed even deeper as she thought of an experience of her childhood, "Once." She smiled and looked up, "Well thank you, that's sweet." She quickly brushed his hand off quickly standing up, such feelings, he was just a boy, she turned and headed towards the counter to lean against it, she had to get away from him. Away from those eyes and that touch. She nervously tapped her fingers on the cupboard.

 

[Gareman]

Her reaction was classic. Behind her conservative, poised exterior something powerful was hidden, something she would try to hide at all costs. Craig sensed it, his ability to read women was keen and he knew that he would eventually find the right button to push. Mrs. Farrell rushed away, trying to compose herself. He noticed her hands trembling slightly as she gathered herself by the sink.

He sat silently for a moment, not wanting to push too quickly and scare her off. His dad had taught him the importance of patience during their many years of hunting together. He had learned his lesson well and he knew his patience would be well rewarded.

"Hey maybe sometime you could show me some of the photos you've taken," he said, trying to ease her discomfort.

"I guess we should get started on our lesson for today."

 

[Destiny_Brent]

She smiled for a moment then nodded, "I will sometime." She smiled fidgeting for a moment then smiled warmly deciding to ignore her discomfort, well, at least to try. "Oh you didn't tell me anything about yourself?"

 

[Gareman]

"Well lets see," he replies, "I love living on the edge. You know taking chances. That's why I like sports, especially football. Otherwise, I guess I'm pretty typical for a guy my age, I'm perpetually horny and pretty rebellious."

He watched her expression, as he mentioned the part about being horny. Seeing only a slight reaction, he continued.

"I'm an only child and get pretty much anything I want materially. My father travels a lot, so I don't see him much and my Mom is a wonderful woman, but I think her life bores her to tears."

Leaning back on his chair, Craig opens his arms, "What you see is pretty much what you get."

"Oh, by the way, where are Mr. Farrell and the kids ?"

 

[Destiny_Brent]

Her eyes widened at "Perpetually horny" but only a bit, she refused to let him get her in the position he was most obviously going for, a typical young man indeed, trying to shock her, she refused to alow it.

She sighs deeply, "that is sad, women stuck in a monotany of life." She smiled wistfully, at least she had a few releases, her evening showers, a little more than they seemed, her photography, and the internet every so often.

She bit her lip chewing on it lightly before offering an answer, "Mr. Farell is going to stay late at work, a big project coming up." She new the real reason but refused to acknowledge it. "And the children are at their grandmothers for the week."

She smiled at him warmly, trying to forget about her husband, then went to go grab the books, "Well we'd better get to work."

 

[Gareman]

The evening went well. Craig tried to pretend that he was interested in the subject matter that Mrs. Farrell was covering, but couldn't stop fantasizing about her. He behaved himself fairly well throughout the lesson, but always found a way to slip in subtle sexual references. Mrs. Farrell did a decent job of remaining professional throughout, but Craig was very confident that he had made his point. When the material for that day had been covered, Mrs. Farrell assigned him some reading which was to be done for their next session.

As they wrapped up, Craig surprised himself by saying, "You know, I really think this is going to help me. Do you think it would be alright if we meet again tomorrow ? I know my parents would be willing to pay extra. They'll do anything to get my grades up."

As he looked into her eyes, waiting for her answer, he imagined Mrs. Farrell kneeling before him with his cock in her mouth. He could almost feel the warmth of her mouth enveloping his hard penis, taking it's full length down her throat. God he wanted her !!

"So what do you say, same time tomorrow ?"

 

[Destiny_Brent]

She nodded, "You did very well, I'm extremely impressed. Of course we can meet tommorow." She smiled broadly at him, and nodded, just a little, approvingly. "They don't have to pay extra, I find great pleasure in helping young boys to achieve their dreams." She had noticed his roving eyes but again ignored it, a childs fantasy it would end in time. "Same time tommorow." She opened the door for him.

 

[Gareman]

Craig's heart raced. He stood in the doorway for a second, his eyes locked onto hers. He wanted to grab her and give her a deep kiss, but fought the urge. This woman would take a little work, but he had never been to type to shy away from difficult ventures. He smiled at her comment about helping young boys to achieve their dreams, wondering if she had any idea what his dreams were.

"Hey by the way, I'll bring my camera " he asked , "maybe you can give me some tips ? Or maybe we could start working on your modeling career."

As he made his last comment, he walked past the small older woman, 'inadvertantly' brushing his hand against her thigh. Bounding down the stairs, he looked back.

"Mr. Farrell is one lucky guy," he commented, "I hope he appreciates you."

 

[Destiny_Brent]

She chuckled warmly at him, "I'd love to teach you something about the camera.." She paused, "But I don't make much of a model I'm afraid there." giggles warmly but stopped as he felt his hand on her thigh, and accident she forced herself to write off. She couldn't help but shiver though at his soft grazing touch, it'd been so long since she was touched.

She smiled warmly, "well thank you." She flushed deeply thinking to herself, "Try telling him that" She thought about what he was probobally doing now, on top of the desk with his new horny little 25 year old assistant. She frowned a little then brightened! "I'll see you tommorow, 7 sharp!"

 

[Gareman]

Craig rushed home, his thoughts raced, thinking about Mrs. Farrell. His instincts told him that there was something below the surface that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Was it dissatisfaction with her husband ? Maybe a mid-life crisis where she started realizing how much she had missed in her sheltered life ? Or maybe he was fooling himself.

He pulled his car into the driveway and entered the house. Hearing the television on in the family room, he stopped to say hi to his mom. She smiled as he plopped himself down onto the couch, next to her.

"So how did it go ? " she asked, running her fingers through his hair playfully. "Do you like Mrs. Farrell ?"

"Yeah, she's nice," he replied, "I think she'll help me alot. In fact, I've got some reading to do, so I think I'll go upstairs and get cracking."

Moving with an athlete's grace he strode from the room and up the stairs. Shutting the door behind him, he immediately undid his jeans and allowed his hard cock out of the confinement of his tight pants. He grabbed the large jar of Vaseline that he kept in his dresser drawer and coated his thick penis with the slippery substance. Images of Mrs. Farrell, on her back, at his mercy filled his mind. He imagined what it would be like to penetrate her for the first time, feeling the warmth of her wet cavern encasing his throbbing prick. He stroked his manhood, pumping his fist up and down the full length of it's turgid shaft. Mrs. Farrell was now moaning and begging him to fuck her, losing her conservative shield and giving in to the deep desires that haunted her for years.

Craig's penis erupted, in no time, spewing sticky cum all over the hardwood floor in his room. His hand continued pumping, giving him the release he had needed for several hours. His heart pounded and his ears buzzed as the last jets of hot jism splashed to the floor. God did it feel good. He could only imagine how much better it would be when he finally bedded his older tutor...

 

[Destiny_Brent]

She watched as he hurried down to his car and home... she tapped her finger on her lip then turned shutting the door. That boy was definately interested, she glanced in the mirror on the side wall, but why... she looked at her reflection and sighed. Plain conservative good old Mrs. Farrell.


She looked down at her feet, "and where is Mr Farell?" She shook her head, "Out humping some other girl, that's where." She turned shraply from it. She headed downstairs towards her blackroom.


"Why couldnt' he be home with her... why couldn't she have the life she wanted, excitiment... passion." She entered the black room and glanced at her pictures pinned up. Simple, beautiful.


She smiled then moved to an envelope hidden in a group of folders, she withdrew the contents. Pictures of her, nude... posing beautifully, erotically. She bit her lip remembering, that one fling... the affair so long ago. She smiled, "Raphael, he was who'd gotten her into photography..."


She frowns, "Raphael..." Raphael who in a quest to find himself also found several other woman. She sighs again. Her nimble fingers slid under the large pile of papers and withdrew a small vibrator. her only release anymore... she felt dirty, she moved to undo her skirt lowering it down, she dreamed of being with Raphael, she moaned lightly as the cold metal touched her tender clit. "Oh... Raphael..." She groaned and moaned thinking of him pumping into her.


Then stopped abruptly, suddenly her image of Raphael over her had changed, changed to that boy. Instantly she put back the vibrator and redressed... what was wrong with her.. he was her sons age. In her confusion she accidentally left the pictures out, laying under a thin piece of paper, easily seen at a simple glance. She immediately composed herself and went to fix herself dinner, a meal she'd eat alone... again.

[Edited by Destiny_Brent on 05-17-2001 at 03:52 PM]

 

[Gareman]

After cleaning up the mess he'd made, Craig changed into a pair of shorts and opened the book Mrs. Farrell ahd given him. Tucked neatly in the front cover was a sheet of paper with a woman's handwriting on it. Mrs. Farrell had written her phone number and email address, with the instructions "Don't hesitate to call or email me, if you need anything".

"Oh, I need something alright," he whispered quietly to himself, "but I don't think I'll be getting it online."

During the evening, while Mrs. Farrell was away gathering some material, Craig had snooped a little around her desk. He had found a small piece of paper tucked under the keyboard which read: AOL userID: Teach101. Craig had remembered it, and had a great idea. He walked over to his computer, which he had on 24 hours a day, and instant messaged Mrs. Farrell. He had played around alot online and really enjoyed cybersex. He loved the anonimity it provided. His heart pounded in his chest as he typed : "Hi Teach101 ! How about a little fun tonight ?"

He waited for her response...

 

[Destiny_Brent]

Mrs. Farell was tense and unfullfilled, after a solitary dinner she lazily made her way to the computer, might as well get some work fun, take her mind off her husband... and that boy. She smiled and sat down at the computer logging in accidentally letting her AIM pop up, not reallly noticing it. Who would she talk to besides? She smiled reading over an article on ancient Egypt and their sexual habits. "Wonderful..." She smiles a little blushing, "must have been amazing back then..." She sighed deeply.

She jumped a little as a message suddenly popped up from an unknown user. "Hi Teach101 ! How about a little fun tonight?" She furrowed her brow not knowing what to say, she'd heard of cybersex, but never tried it. She bit her lip then typed, "What do you mean?"

 

[Gareman]

Craig smiled as he typed his response. Mrs. Farrell was so much like is own mother, sophisticated and worldly, in so many ways, but naive and childlike in others.

He loved chatting because people really allowed themselves to indulge fantasies they would never explore in real life. The nameless quality gave them a chance to open up their minds to knew adventures, without the fear of humiliation. His advantage with Mrs. Farrell was that he knew exactlty who he was chatting with and she had no idea.

"Well, from your bio, I understand that you were a teacher for a number of years." Craig felt his cock harden as he visualized the older woman, sitting at her desk reading his message.

"I'm a highschool senior with a 10" cock who'd love to stay after school with you. In fact, I'm completely naked while writig this and I have my cock in my hand. Why don't you take off your clothes and join me in cyberspace."

Craig could only imagine the look on Mrs. Farrell's face when she read that !!