Date: Tue, 23 Mar 2004 04:58:41 +0000
From: will adams <willadams_8@hotmail.com>
Subject: Farrah's Lessons 101

Farrah's Lessons 101

By Will and David



	The young girl sitting in the front row of her high school sophomore class
had some very nasty thoughts in mind.  She was sitting with her legs
slightly parted and she was sure that her teacher -- Ms. Boston -- was
sneaking peeks up her short skirt.  But 16-year-old Farrah Johannsen didn't
know where to go with that knowledge.
	It was true that she had been scouring the Internet at night to feed her
fantasies of dominating an older woman, but she didn't know exactly where it
would lead, or even how to get there.  But she knew that she wanted to take
some risks in the lesbian sexual adventure arena.  Farrah believed the
57-year-old Ms. Boston was as good a place to start as any.
	After three days of teasing Ms. Boston to see if she was really looking up
her skirt, Farrah decided today was the day to experiment with her teacher.
Farrah asked Ms. Boston for some after school help with the prior day's
lessons.  Ms. Boston agreed, but would be unable to make it until 5:00 pm
since she had a prior meeting.  Farrah accepted since most of the after
school programs should be over by then, so no one would be around to
interrupt them.
	Farrah was excited with the idea of what her session with Ms. Boston would
bring.  She couldn't wait to get started with this woman more then three
times her age.  She was nervous having never done anything like this before,
but felt she was ready.  Farrah knew though, that once she started down this
path she would have to be committed; there was no turning back.
        Farrah waited patiently for Ms. Boston to arrive.  She was already
running late and Farrah hoped she didn't try to postpone their
"appointment".  At 5:32 pm Farrah could hear Ms. Boston's heels clicking as
she walked down the corridor.  Farrah took a few deep breaths to calm
herself and quickly looked around to make sure her cell phone video camera
was positioned just right.  It was; discretely placed next to her book bag
on one of the desks.
        Farrah quickly moved to Ms. Boston's desk and sat down on one side
with her legs crossed, but her skirt hiked up a bit.
        "Farrah, sorry I'm late.  My meeting ran long.  Do you think we can
do this another time?" Ms. Boston asked as she entered the classroom walking
over to her desk.
        "I can't do this on another day.  Not before your test next week,"
Farrah replied with a bit of a pout on her face.  "I really need to get this
done."
        "Okay," Ms. Boston conceded.  Ms. Boston was known for being
generous with her time when her students were involved.  Farrah was about to
find out just how generous.
        Ms. Boston sat down at her desk and turned slightly towards Farrah.
"Please take a seat so we can get started."
        "Sure thing," Farrah said moving over to sit right in the center of
the desk in front of her teacher.  Ms. Boston rolled her chair backwards,
but didn't get far hitting the front wall only a few feet behind her.  She
never realized there was so little room between her desk and the wall.
        "What do you think you are doing?" Ms. Boston exclaimed.
        Farrah responded by holding a finger to her lips indicating Ms.
Boston should be quiet.  She also swiftly planted her feet on either end of
the front of Ms. Boston's chair, trapping her in her seat.  In this position
the 57-year-old woman had a clear view of Farrah's panties peeking out under
her skirt.  Her eyes were drawn to the sight.
        "See I knew you were looking up my skirts," Farrah began.  "I could
feel your eyes on me."
        Ms. Boston was shaking her head no as she tried to find some words
to defend herself, but failing.  Farrah knew she had this woman right where
she wanted her.
        Farrah leaned forward and hooked her right index finger over the top
button fastened on Ms. Boston's blouse, just above where her bra crossed her
chest.  Ms. Boston was in shock and frozen by fear.  Farrah continued,
"Don't be shy.  Its okay, go ahead and look." Ms. Boston remained still.
        "See I was thinking we both need each other's help," Farrah said.
"I'm sure you would like to avoid any type of scandal..."
        "What are you talking about? I haven't done anything wrong." Ms.
Boston blurted out cutting off Farrah.
        Farrah paused and looked Ms. Boston directly in the eyes.  "You ask
us not to interrupt you while speaking in class; please extend me the same
courtesy."  Farrah said.  She waited a few beats and continued speaking,
this time slowly unbuttoning Ms. Boston's blouse.  "As I was saying...a
scandal involving a teaching making advances on a student is a very serious
offense.  I would think it would rank right up there along with all the
Priests we keep hearing about on the news molesting little boys.  Even the
hint of impropriety, true or not, is enough to ruin someone's reputation for
good."
        Farrah watched Ms. Boston's face as her teacher knew what she was
hearing was true.  Some people never recover from even unsubstantiated
rumors of this sort.
        Farrah reached the bottom button of Ms. Boston's blouse and pulled
out the portion tucked into her skirt's waist.  Farrah left her teacher's
blouse on her, but let the front hang open exposing her ample bosom to view.
  "So you help me with my "experiments" and your secret stays safe with me."
        "What experiments?  You can't do this..."  Ms. Boston protested.
        "Yes I can," Farrah responded defiantly leaning even closer to her
teacher.  She could feel the older woman's breath on her face.  "And I am."
        Still leaning forward Farrah planted a kiss on Ms. Boston's lips.
Again Ms. Boston was frozen with fear.
        Farrah sat back on the desk.  She then lifted her backside off the
desk to hike her skirt up around her waist and then pulled her panties off.
She balled then up and brought them close to her teacher's face.  "Breathe
deep Ms. Boston.  I know you want to."  Ms. Boston was unable to resist the
scent under her nose and she inhaled.
        "I hope you're ready for this" Farrah said mockingly.
	And, indeed, Ms. Boston inhaled and inhaled and inhaled, taking deep into
her nostrils the fragrance of young girl cunt.  As her teacher, she had been
looking up Farrah's skirt and numerous other young cuties as well for many
years.  Many years, but she had yet to taste the eau de cunt that was now so
blatantly being offered her.  She had masturbated many times to a climax
while thinking of dining on such fresh, young meat.  But she knew then that
in a few minutes, if not sooner, she'd be eating the twat of this young,
beautiful blond sitting in front of her.
	As Ms. Boston inhaled her pussy smell from her panties, Farrah knew the
57-year-old woman was hooked, caught in her amateur, but expertly set trap,
so she decided to get truly comfortable.  Farrah stood and removed all her
clothes -- the better to enjoy this domination of this old slut, she
thought.  Once naked, Farrah stretched her lean, but curvaceous body in
front of the still-stunned Ms. Boston.  Farrah found she was thrilled with
the feeling of nastiness that overcame her as she stood nude in her
classroom. And the thrill of dominating the older woman was every bit as
fulfilling as she had dreamed it would be.  Ms. Boston could barely contain
her excitement at being so close to the completely naked flesh of young
Farrah.  Besides looking up Farrah's dress, she had also gazed longingly at
the girl's extremely shapely and tanned legs and had dreamt of looking at
her substantial young breasts.  And now it was all on display for her as she
gazed in near uncontrollable lust at the naked flesh of 16-year-old Farrah,
a girl not a third her age.  Ms. Boston thought Farrah looked like one of
the Playboy bunnies she had often viewed while playing with her hot pussy.
	Farrah liked the way it was going, but she decided it was time to gain a
real taste of domination of the older woman. With her hands boldly on her
naked hips, Farrah instructed Ms. Boston to "look up at me. It's time I show
you for the perverted cunt we both know you are.  Stick your face up at me;
I'm going to spit on it." Ms. Boston heard a guttural hocking noise in
Farrah's throat as she mixed phlegm, mucus and spittle in her mouth, pursed
her lips and spit directly into Ms. Boston's upturned face. And then again
and again.  Ms. Boston's countenance was coated with Farrah's sloppy oral
discharge and yet she didn't back away from the haughty teenager.  In fact,
she reveled in her humiliation and domination.  Farrah indeed had her
perverted tastes down to a T.  And she wanted more.
    Farrah watched her spittle slowly creep down her teachers face.  'This
old slut wants to be dominated' she thought triumphantly.
	Ms. Boston heard Farrah hock up some more phlegm and mucus, but this time
she didn't spit it in her face.  Farrah approached her teacher, tilted the
older woman's head back and used one hand to indicate she should open her
mouth.  Ms. Boston barely hesitated and opened her maw wide.  Farrah let the
large wad of phlegm and mucus slide off her tongue and into Ms. Boston's
mouth.  Pushing Ms. Boston's mouth closed with one hand she ordered her
teacher to swallow.  She did so willingly.
	"I'll bet you enjoyed that, didn't you'" Farrah said.  "I know I did."
	Farrah pushed all the books and papers off Ms. Boston's desk onto the floor
and sat down back on the now empty desktop.  She spread her legs wide and
began to slowly rub her pussy.  "Now I want you get you ass up out of that
chair and strip for me," Farrah ordered.
         Ms. Boston stood and shrugged her open blouse off her shoulders.
She started to unbutton her skirt when Farrah told her to dance while she
was stripping.  Ms. Boston was reluctant, but slowly swayed her hips back
and forth.
         "I said dance bitch," Farrah barked.  Ms. Boston, now feeling very
self-conscious, started swaying her hips back and forth faster to try and
please her young dominatrix.  Finally her skirt fell to the floor and Farrah
watched her teacher dance around in her panties and bra; large brief style
panties.
         "Are those your regular choice of underwear?" Farrah asked.  Ms.
Boston stopped dancing and nodded her head in the affirmative.  "Those
granny panties will never do," Farrah said.  "I suggest you go buy yourself
some new lingerie.  I only want to see a thong on that ass from now on."
Farrah paused a beat and added, "That is if I let you wear any panties at
all."
         Farrah admired the look of shock on her teacher's face.  How sweet
it was knowing she owned this bitch.  "Let's go, get the rest of your
clothes off.  I want to see those fat titties and that nasty pussy."
         Ms. Boston removed her remaining clothes and continued to dance in
the nude for her 16-year-old student until Farrah ordered her to sit down in
her chair again.
         Farrah never stopped playing with her pussy while Ms. Boston
disrobed for her.  In fact she kept spitting into her hand every little
while to lube her pussy.  Farrah could see the anticipation building on the
older woman's face.  She slide forward to the edge of the desk and stopped
masturbating, instead indicating with one finger that Ms. Boston should move
closer.  As her teacher rolled her chair forward, Farrah placed a hand on
top of her head and guided the older woman's face between her legs.  Ms.
Boston at long last was getting the close up view of some sweet young pussy
she always wanted.
         "Eat my pussy, you filthy pervert," Farrah said holding her hand on
top of Ms. Boston's head to keep her in place.
         Ms. Boston opened her mouth and using her tongue ran in slowly
across Farrah's moist spit covered clit.  She heard Farrah moan as her
tongue made contact with the girl's pussy.  She couldn't believe she was
really doing this.  She often dreamed she would one day be dining on some
young cunt, she just never thought her wish would be granted.
         Farrah threw her head back as ecstasy began to sate her.  She could
feel it building up inside her.  "Oh, yeah Ms. Teacher.  Do a really good
job on that underage pussy and I might just give you something more
rewarding to dine on."
	Farrah's mind raced ahead to all the humiliation she would put her teacher
through, perhaps the teacher could even bring in another female teacher on
the deal.  Farrah thought, "Certainly one way to get through school would be
to have a bunch of the older cunts that run the place eating from my pussy."
	And with that nasty thought running through her pretty, blonde head, Farrah
came; humping her shapely hips against Ms. Boston's thrashing tongue.  It
took her only a few moments to enjoy being temporarily sated and then her
overheated mind began to work again, churning up more and nastier thoughts
about what to do with the now-naked Ms. Boston.  She sat up and looked with
satisfaction at the girl-juice coated face of her teacher.  God, thought
Farrah, she ate that thing like it was an overripe peach and now she's got
my cuntjuice all over her fucking face, just like she would have peach juice
there if she'd eaten a peach.   Farrah really liked that thought, kind of
like marking her as my own, the young girl thought.
	"Now listen here you old sow, see my camera over there, it's recorded this
entire session and so if you have any thoughts of backing out now, forget
them, I'd go to the school administrators with an edited version of those
photos and claim rape.  So I want you to understand now that I own you, just
like I'd own a pair of pants or any other possession and I'm going to abuse
you thoroughly," Farrah said.  And as she uttered those words of humiliation
and ownership, Ms. Boston came again as she had twice while eating the
nubile teenager.
	Farrah stood up on Ms. Boston's desk and knew that the older slut's eyes
would follow her body and the teenager gracefully pirouetted until her ass
was pointed toward the slutty teacher.  Ms. Boston gazed longingly at those
perfect globes, so much firmer than her own hanging, cellulite-laced
buttocks; indeed, Farrah was the possessor of a pair of cute bubble butts.
And, she was the possessor of Ms. Boston, heart and soul.
	Farrah shook her teenage ass for a few minutes for her teacher to admire.
Eventually she grew tired of it and climbed down off the desk to one side
and slinked over to Ms. Boston.  Farrah gestured for Ms. Boston to rise and
she followed the teen over to the side of her desk.  "Climb on up, pig.  Get
up here on all fours," Farrah said patting the desktop with her hand.
	Ms. Boston placed one knee up on the desk surface while Farrah took the
opportunity to grab and squeeze her teacher's ass cheeks; first the left and
then the right.  As she got her other knee up on the desk Farrah told her to
stay where she was; knees on the edge completely exposed.  Farrah stepped
back to view her property as it sat upon the desk.  Slowly she started to
walk around the desk.  As she reached the opposite side she could still see
the 57 year old's face drenched in her own pussy juice along with some of
her spit from earlier.
	As Farrah completed her revolution around the desk she leaned up against
Ms. Boston.  Placing her teenage breasts against her teacher's out of shape
ass she leaned forward far enough to fondle Ms. Boston's tits as they hung
down.  Farrah squeezed and kneaded then for a bit before pinching her
nipples hard several times.  Ms. Boston only whimpered fearing if she cried
out Farrah might stop.
	After a bit Farrah leaned back and began to rub her hand across Ms.
Boston's exposed ass; caressing both cheeks.  Between switching from one
cheek to the other she quietly drooled some saliva into her hand to coat her
teacher's ass.  Ms. Boston was enjoying the teen's touch so much she never
noticed as Farrah hefted the yard stick from the blackboard sill.  Once Ms.
Boston's ass was good and ready Farrah stepped back and let fly a hard smack
with the wooden ruler.
	Ms. Boston jerked forward slightly from the hit, completely startled.  She
shifted her body to one side to avoid another smack.  "I didn't say you
should move.  Get that ass back up in the air," Farrah ordered.  Ms. Boston
reluctantly returned to all fours nervously trying to anticipate the next
blow.
	-SMACK- Farrah again delivered a hard slap with the ruler.  Then she spat
on each of Ms. Boston's freshly reddened ass and rubbed the spit in.
-SMACK- another hit.
	"Tell me how you are now Farrah's pussy pig," Farrah demanded as she
smacked her ass again.
	"I'm Farrah's...pussy...pig," Ms. Boston choked out.
	-SMACK-
      "Again.  Louder."
      "I'm Farrah's pussy pig," The older woman said.
      -SMACK-
      "Again."  Farrah repeated this ritual for some time until Ms. Boston's
ass was a glowing crimson apple.
       Farrah placed the yard stick back on the sill and began to softly
massage her teacher's ass.  She thought she heard the older woman choking
back tears, but really didn't care.  `This bitch is my property and I'll do
with her as I please' she thought to herself.  Wow what an evening.
       As she was rubbing her teacher' ass she noticed a glistening between
the woman's thighs.  "Put your face down on the desk, reach around and
spread your ass wide open for me," Farrah commanded.  Ms. Boston lowered to
the desk surface and reached back as ordered.  Ms. Boston was now more
completely exposed and humiliated than at any point since this ordeal
started.
	Farrah spat on Ms. Boston's freshly exposed asshole.  With her thumb she
rubbed her spit in, but didn't penetrate her.  `I'll save that for another
time' she thought.
      Farrah next reached out to Ms. Boston's old cunt with two fingers and
parted her pussy lips.  "Just as I thought," Farrah began, "you're all wet.
You liked being spanked didn't you, you fucking cow."  Farrah pushed her
fingers deep into Ms. Boston just once and slowly withdrew them.  Her
fingers were coated with her teacher's juice.  Farrah moved around the desk
to Ms. Boston's face and made her suck the offered fingers clean.  "That's
right Ms. Teacher eat your filthy juice."
      Before Farrah ended with Ms. Boston for the evening she made the older
woman lie down on her back while still on the desk.  As Farrah walked to the
chalkboard she said, "I'm going to anoint you so you have something to think
about until our next session tomorrow."
      Ms. Boston felt uneasy and excited at the same time. `Anoint me? With
what?' she thought.  She couldn't concentrate on figuring that out as her
mind was racing to what the next session might bring.
      Farrah picked up two chalk erasers and clapped the together a few
times in front of her face.  As the dusk started to tickle her nasal
passages she felt the urgent need to sneeze.  She quickly walked back to the
desk and bent over her teacher's face and sneezed several times.  Flecks of
spittle and snot landed on Ms. Boston's upturned face.  To make sure her
nose was clean she had the older woman lick her upper lip until she was
clean.  "Don't wash that face until tomorrow morning.  I want you to spend
the night with me close."
      Farrah stepped back from the desk and started gathering her clothes.
As she was dressing Ms. Boston simply laid on the desk as she was not told
to do anything further by her new owner.  Farrah stopped her cell phone from
recording when she finished dressing.  "Wow look at the time.  I would say
you barely have enough time left to run out to the mall and buy yourself
those thongs," Farrah said sarcastically.  "While you're there buy some
sexier bras too.  Something sheer, I want to be able to see your fat nipples
straining for release."  Farrah walked over to the spot on the floor where
Ms. Boston deposited her clothes when she stripped earlier.  Farrah
retrieved Ms. Boston's underwear and stuffed them into her book-bag.
      Ms. Boston was shocked.  "What will I wear to go shopping and then
home?" She asked the teen.
      "Not a fucking thing under that skirt until you dress like I want you
to," Farrah replied firmly.  "The same goes for tomorrow too if you don't
make it to the store in time."
      Farrah turned her back to the 57 year old Ms. Boston and strolled out
of the classroom as thoughts of what she might want to do to her teacher
tomorrow danced in her head.  She could hear Ms. Boston climb down from the
desk and start to dress before the door to the classroom closed behind her.