Date: Fri, 01 Oct 2004 02:29:07 +0000
From: will adams <willadams_8@hotmail.com>
Subject: Farrah's lessons part two

Farrah's Lessons 102

By David and Will Adams


	The morning following Ms. Boston's encounter with Farrah Johannsen she was
still in denial.  Was she really sexually dominated by one of her female
students?  It all seemed like a blur to her.  Full of wonder and doubt Ms.
Boston tried to put all thoughts of Farrah out of her mind long enough to
conduct her classes as normal.
	When Farrah arrived at Ms. Boston's classroom for her 1:00 pm class she
gave no outward signs of yesterday's display.  Ms. Boston appeared nervous
at the beginning of class, but was able to relax as the time ticked away
without Farrah so much as looking at her funny.  By the time the bell rang
at the end of class, Ms. Boston was convinced yesterday must have been a
dream.
	"Be sure to hand in your essay assignments on your way out,' she instructed
her students as they filed out of the classroom.
	Once the room was empty, she gathered the essay papers left on her desk and
began to arrange them into a neat stack.  As she flipped through the stack
she noticed a post it note on the front on one of them; Farrah's paper.
	The note was very specific, just two lines.

         Same time today
         DON'T BE LATE!

         Ms. Boston could barely breathe as she read the note over and over
again.  `This really did happen' she thought once again recalling the prior
day's activities with Farrah.  She didn't know what she was going to do,
should she meet with Farrah or not?  Then she remembered the video recording
Farrah made and realized she didn't have any choice.  Defeated Ms. Boston
sat down at her desk until her next group of students arrived.
         She went through the motions of teaching her other classes for the
day with one eye on the clock anticipating the evening's next adventure.
While she knew it was wrong to think this way she couldn't help herself.
She just hoped none of her other students noticed how distracted she was.

         At 5:00 pm sharp Farrah arrived in Ms. Boston's classroom. She
found Ms. Boston sitting at her desk watching the clock instead of grading
the stack of essays in front of her.  Farrah walked over to Ms. Boston's
desk and picked up the three papers that were laying facedown.
	"You only managed to grade three papers," Farrah said.  "That's too bad."
Farrah then began to tear the papers into pieces.  Ms. Boston looked at her
in shock as she reached for the remaining essays and began to tear them into
pieces as well.  "We don't need anything distracting you from tonight's
adventure.  Do we?"
         "No.  I suppose not," Ms. Boston was barely able to get the words
out of her dry mouth.
         "Good," Farrah said.
         Farrah then placed her book bag down on one of the empty desks and
retrieved an object from her bag.
         "I know you don't mind if we record tonight's fun as well, do you,"
Farrah asked rhetorically as she opened up a digital video camera and set it
atop one of the desks.
         Ms. Boston gave no response as Farrah continued, "Good, I would
hate to think you needed me to remind you who is in charge here."
         As Farrah set the camera to start recording she took a seat at one
of the desks a bit farther back in the room she instructed Ms. Boston to
stand in front of her desk.
         Farrah took a seat at the front desk directly in front of her
teacher.
         "Let's get rid of these clothes since you won't need them for a
while," Farrah said.
         "Lose the skirt," Farrah ordered. Ms. Boston reached behind her
back and unzipped her skirt.  She then placed a hand on each hip and slid
her skirt down until gravity took over and her skirt fell to the floor.
         As Ms. Boston stood with her skirt around her feet she began to
unbutton her blouse.  As she reached the bottom button Farrah motioned her
to stop.
         "I want you to open your blouse slowly so I can see all of you,"
Farrah cooed.  Ms. Boston looked embarrassed but did as she was told slowly
pulling the sides of her blouse apart revealing her body underneath to view.
  Farrah noticed she was wearing a light blue sheer bra and panties set.
         "I see you made it to the store last night," Farrah complimented
her.  "Well done slut."
         Ms. Boston gave Farrah a lopsided smile as she let her blouse fall
to the floor to join her skirt.  Farrah next motioned Ms. Boston to approach
her.
         Farrah stood up as Ms. Boston stood in front of her.  The teen
looked her teacher up and down, admiring how easy it had been to take
command of this mature figure of education.  Farrah slid her right index
finger under the bra strap over Ms. Boston's right shoulder.  She then moved
her finger down along the top edge of the cup covering her teacher's right
breast.  As she neared her nipple she made sure her finger was extended
enough to travel directly over it.  She could feel Ms. Boston's nipple
harden beneath her finger.  Farrah also noted Ms. Boston's other nipple
appeared just as hard.
         "Very nice," Farrah purred at her teacher.  "You have become a real
slut in such a short time."  Farrah withdrew her finger and with both hands
cupped both of Ms. Boston's breasts.  She fondled her teacher for a bit,
getting the older woman excited.  Farrah snaked one arm around Ms. Boston's
waist, holding her firmly, the other hand still on her teacher's bra covered
tit.  Farrah moved her mouth towards Ms. Boston's and her teacher met her
halfway as they engaged in a deep kiss.  Farrah's tongue invaded Ms.
Boston's mouth and in no time at all Ms. Boston responded in kind.
	As they kissed Farrah removed her arm from around the older woman's waist
and with one hand easily opened the clasp of her bra.  Ms. Boston was
unfazed as her bra went slack around her chest, reveling in the passion of
her young student.
	Farrah brought her arm back from around her teacher and broke their
embrace, taking a small step backwards.  She hooked a finger under each of
Ms. Boston's bra straps and peeled her garment off then tossing it aside.
Farrah then placed her hands on either side of Ms. Boston's head.  Farrah
loved the way her teacher's lipstick was smeared around her mouth.
	"Open your mouth for me, bitch," Farrah ordered. Ms. Boston complied
expecting to again be kissing the young girl.
	As Ms. Boston opened her mouth Farrah hocked up a large wad of phlegm and
launched it.  The phlegm landed mostly in her teacher's mouth with some
landing on her cheek and chin.
	"Keep that in your mouth," Farrah said as she admired her aim.  "Use your
tongue to move it around in your mouth."  Farrah watched her teacher's
tongue shuffle the spittle around in her mouth.  "That's fucking hot you,
slut.  Now scoop up my spit off your face, put it in your filthy mouth.
That's it," Farrah said approvingly.  "Now swallow all of it."
	Ms. Boston did as instructed and gulped down her student's phlegm.  She
didn't think it was as bad as she expected it to be and Farrah must have
sensed that since she decided to spit in her mouth a few additional times.
	Farrah removed her hands from the sides of Ms. Boston's head and sat back
down at the desk.  She then reached her hands around her teacher's hips and
clasped her ass.  Ms. Boston looked down at Farrah and noticed the girl's
face was mere inches from her panty-covered pussy.
	Farrah kneaded the older woman's ass for a bit and then sat back releasing
her grip and sliding her hands around to the front of Ms. Boston's body.
Farrah then slipped her hands, palms up under the edge of Ms. Boston's sheer
blue panties.  She then ran the backs of her hands down across her teacher's
pubic hair towards her crotch.  Before reaching her clit, Farrah withdrew
her left hand and with her right hand grabbed a fistful of Ms. Boston's
panties.
	She pulled her teacher's panties tight giving them a few small tugs.  As
the material became taught across Ms. Boston's pussy, Farrah used the
fingers on her other hand to lightly rub the elder's pussy lips.  Farrah
noticed the panties became damp as she continued to rub Ms. Boston's pussy
lips and tug on her panties.
	After what Farrah deemed enough time to properly tease her teacher she
abruptly stopped and yanked Ms. Boston's panties down a few inches.  Farrah
now had her teacher standing in front of her wearing nothing but a pair of
panties pulled down just enough to expose her pussy to view.  Farrah reached
between her teacher's legs and again began to rub Ms. Boston's now uncovered
pussy.  She moved her fingers around in circles rubbing harder and harder.
Farrah even pushed two fingers inside of Ms. Boston.  As she watched the
older woman approach climax she withdrew her fingers and yanked the panties
down to Ms. Boston's ankles.
         Ms. Boston couldn't believe it; this young girl brought her to the
edge of an orgasm and then just stopped.  She needed the release badly.
         "On your knees, pig," Farrah ordered her teacher.  Ms. Boston sank
to her knees leaving the panties still around her ankles since Farrah didn't
say anything about removing them.  Farrah noticed this and smiled, as she
knew there was no turning back for Ms. Boston.
         As Ms. Boston kneeled on the floor Farrah stood up and stripped off
all of her clothes.  Ms. Boston made no move to help strip the girl, as
Farrah again didn't instruct her to do anything.  Farrah smiled at how
subservient Ms. Boston had become in such a short period of time.
         "Take off your panties and give them to me," Farrah said.
         As Farrah sat back down with her legs spread, Ms. Boston slid her
panties off and handed them to the girl.  Farrah accepted them and laid them
down on her stomach.  Next she leaned forward and grabbed a handful of Ms.
Boston's hair and pulled her down between her young legs.
         "Eat my underage pussy, you fucking skank," Farrah demanded. Ms.
Boston's tongue immediately made contact with Farrah's most sensitive area.
Farrah sighed as her teacher commenced eating her now sensitive pussy.
         While Ms. Boston's face was buried between Farrah's legs, Farrah
leaned forward and drooled down onto her own pussy.  She watched as Ms.
Boston's face became wet as she moved her mouth back and forth across her
crotch.
	"Look at me, whore," Farrah said.  "I want your eyes on mine while you have
a face-full of my twat."
         After a while, "That's it you, slut.  Keep going.  I'm gonna cum
right in your face.  Don't you fucking move."
         Ms. Boston continued to work her mouth on the young girl as she
felt Farrah's muscles start to tighten and jerk as she came.  Farrah held
Ms. Boston's head tightly to her as she climaxed.  As her orgasm subsided,
Farrah released Ms. Boston and delighted at seeing her juice coating her
teacher's face.  Farrah picked up Ms. Boston's panties, turned then inside
out and used the center of the material to wipe the older woman's face.
Next she wiped her own pussy with the panties and then held them stretched
them out in front of Ms. Boston's face.
         "Lick them clean, pig," Farrah ordered.
         Ms. Boston leaned forward and began lapping at her sex coated
panties until Farrah told her to stop.
	"Now it's time you prove your devotion to me," Farrah said.  Ms. Boston had
a confused look on her face, but Farrah gave no hint of an explanation.  "Go
sit at your desk."
	Farrah watch Ms. Boston walk to her desk, ass jiggling with each step and
take a seat in her desk chair.  She then checked the positioning of the
video camera to ensure all the action to take place at her teacher's desk
would be captured.
	Reaching into her backpack, Farrah withdrew a coffee mug and held it up for
Ms. Boston to see.
	"This is yours isn't it?" Farrah asked.
	"Yes it is," Ms. Boston answered nodding her head.  "How did you. . .," She
started to say as Farrah interrupted her.
	"I picked it up in the teachers' lounge," Farrah said as she approached.
Farrah noticed most of the objects she threw off of Ms. Boston's desk last
night were not present today.  The only things littering the desktop were
the torn essays that Farrah destroyed earlier and Ms. Boston's daily
planner.
	Farrah reached the side of the desk opposite Ms. Boston and crawled on top,
ass to the camera.  Once on top of the desk she placed the coffee mug down
and squatted above it.
	"Bring your slutty face closer," Farrah ordered.  Ms. Boston leaned in
towards the desk.  "Watch," was all Farrah said.
	Squatting on the desk with her legs spread wide Farrah, let loose a stream
of urine into the mug.  Ms. Boston's initial reaction was revulsion as she
had a disgusted look on her face.  Farrah paused.
         "What's the matter, bitch?  You think you're too good to drink my
piss?  Is that it?" Farrah barked at her.  "Have no fear, cunt.  This is
just to wash it all down."
         Wash what down was the question running through Ms. Boston's head.
The answer was quick in coming as Farrah resumed filling the mug until it
reached the top.  Once finished, she grabbed the daily planner and opened it
to today's date.  Farrah moved the mug aside and maneuvered the spread open
daily planner down into its place.
	Ms. Boston stared in shock as this young girl first filled her coffee mug
with piss and was now squatting above her daily planner.  Only a few seconds
passed and Farrah began to deposit her excrement onto the open book.  Ms.
Boston was in utter shock as the young girl's turd crawled out of her
asshole and piled up on her daily planner.
	When Farrah was finished releasing her bowels she used torn pieces of the
essays to wipe her ass clean.  She laid the dirty pieces of paper on top of
the pile of shit sitting on Ms. Boston's daily planner.  Farrah then climbed
off the desk and took up a position leaning against it.
	"Okay, Ms. Teacher time to prove yourself," Farrah said.  "You know you now
belong to me.  Now you're going to prove it by eating the meal I just made
for you."
	Ms. Boston didn't know what to do as she sat frozen in place.  She tried to
think of someway out of this predicament, but kept coming back to the fact
that Farrah had video recorded everything the did together over the past two
days.  Having reached the conclusion that she had no choice but to comply,
Ms. Boston tentatively reached out to pick up a piece of Farrah's shit.
	"Eyes on me, pig," Farrah said.  "I want to watch you eat."
	Farrah watched as Ms. Boston slowly put the piece in her mouth and closed
her lips around it.  The older woman retched a few times, but didn't drop
the contents of her mouth.
	"Chew it up," Farrah ordered.
	Ms. Boston complied.
	"Now swallow my filth."
	Farrah watched Ms. Boston struggle to swallow.  Ms. Boston took a big gulp
of air after managing to swallow the girl's shit.
	"Take a drink to help wash it down."
	Ms. Boston picked up the mug a brought it to her lips.  She took a small
sip and quickly swallowed it as the smell of ammonia burned her sinuses.
	"Keep going, cunt.  There plenty more to eat before you're done."  Farrah
watched Ms. Boston consume the rest of her meal with a huge smile on her
face.  Farrah knew she had succeeded in taking command of this older woman.
Now the next challenge was what to do with her.