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Introduction:

Rick get private lessons from his English Teacher
Perfume 8 - Mrs. Hodges, The English Teacher

This is the eighth installment of the Perfume series. In chapter 1 Richard turns the tables on his mother with her new experimental perfume, saving most of it for the future. In chapter 2 he tries to control it better when he uses it on his older sister but it still gets out of hand. In chapter 3 he finally gets it right and has a wonderful time with his little sister, until the tables are turned. Chapter 4 is a postmortem on Rick's storytelling and evaluation of responses. Chapter 5 has him in the arms of his grandmother and not always using the perfume. Chapter six has him punishing his sister while he takes down her girlfriend. In Chapter seven Rick attends his little sister's slumber party.


I looked up at the clock in anticipation as I saw that the final bell was about to ring. I was sitting in my last class of the day, Mrs. Hodges' English Class. Two months ago I would go to cross country practice right after class but I quit the team. I began rushing home to my younger sister Lucy. She's ten years old. Me? I'm 14 and I have been fucking Lucy for the past two months.

"Bbbrrrriiiiinnnnnnggggg" went the bell. That's it. I was out of here. But as I got up to leave Mrs. Hodges said "Rick, please stay a moment. I'd like to speak to you." Great, now what did I do?

"Yes Mam," I said and sat back down, watching the rest of the kids leave.

When everyone was gone Mrs. Hodges came over to my desk and sat next to me. Now Mrs. Hodges is no great beauty. She doesn't wear makeup, some Religious thing I heard someone say once. She is in just 22 years old, this being her first year teaching. She married late last summer, right out of college. She and her husband wanted to be married before he left for overseas duty in the military. She talks about him in class sometimes. Mrs. Hodges has long dirty blond hair, wears glasses, and looks like your old traditional English teacher. I had never been this close to her before though. She had green eyes and light freckles on her nose and cheeks. Her lips were full and her teeth straight. She was thin and well built but from where I was sitting all year and the clothes she wore, that's about all I could ever tell. But seeing her this close, sort of made me uncomfortable. She leaned in to talk to me and I could actually see the top of the crack where her breasts split apart, just for an instant and then her blouse folded back and covered her again. I actually felt heat. Maybe it wasn't from her, just inside of me, but my penis twitched inside my pants.

"You quit the cross country team," she said.

"Yes Mam," I answered.

"Why?" she asked.

"Be...because I have to be home to take care of my little sister when she gets home from school," I truthfully told her.

"You started out the school year so well in my class, then your grades plummeted," she said. "I did some checking and it started the same time you quit the running team. Did something happen? I want to know. You can talk to me."

"Nothing happened Mrs. Hodges," I lied. Plenty happened since I got a hold of the perfume but I wasn't about to tell her that. "I just need to watch my little sister until my mom gets home from work. That's all."

"What do you think is happening with your schoolwork?" she asked me.

"I don't know Mam. I just don't understand 'Catcher In The Rye' and stuff," I told her. "I guess I'm just stupid." The truth is I hadn't even read the book. All I could think about lately was sex. And right at that instant, even Plain-Jane Mrs. Hodges looked pretty good.

"I don't believe that for an instant," she shot back. "You are not stupid. I remember your work at the beginning of school. You can do this. You just need a little inspiration. Hmmm...and I need a little help cleaning up my yard. Since my husband left for overseas duty last month, well I guess I didn't realize how much work went in to keeping a yard up. Listen, if your parents agree, I could use your help around the house, say this Saturday. In exchange I'll be your private tutor and we'll both come out ahead. What do you say? This is your one chance to pull out of this nosedive you have done in class."

I couldn't believe it. This would be my perfect opportunity to use the perfume on Mrs. Hodges. I had a feeling that I would be passing Freshman English with flying colors.

Saturday finally came. I was up bright and early. My parents had no problem with Mrs. Hodges' arrangement though they were shocked that my performance in her class was in such trouble. They planned on checking with the school about my other classes. My dad, who was back in town from his truck driving, would be dropping me off as my mom worked today.

"I can't believe you are leaving me alone with Dad today," Lucy whined.

"Well I'll be back later this afternoon. Don't go fucking Dad behind my back while I'm gone," I joked. She hit me, but knew I was kidding. Hmmm, I wonder what that would look like. Now that Lucy and I were successful making videos of her slumber party, and have watched them several times, I guess we could tape pretty much anything. I wondered if my Dad could be seduced by a persistent Lucy if she had some of the perfume on her. Would she be relentless enough to wear him down? Or would he continue to refuse her? I bet he wouldn't refuse her at all. Maybe I should put the perfume on him and let him rape Lucy, with her permission of course. It could make for a great blackmail tape. I put this thought away for the future and didn't tell Lucy anything more about it. "Bye Lucy."

A few minutes later Dad and I were driving over to Mrs. Hodges. "Do a good job there today son."

"I will Dad," I promised. Ten minutes later he dropped me off at Mrs. Hodges house. I had my backpack with me in case she let me change clothes after working in her yard. I also had a couple of sealed baggies with a small amount of the perfume and antidote. I didn't know how the day would play out but I wanted to be prepared.

I knocked on the door and of course Mrs. Hodges answered. "Be quiet Casey," she yelled at her barking dog. "He just needs to smell you Rick. Then he'll relax."

She let me in and up came a German Shepherd, Casey, sniffing my legs and hands. She was right though. He didn't bark anymore. Mrs. Hodges looked the same as she did at school, no makeup, but also no nice clothes. She just had on some old sweats that hid most of her body. Still, there was something about her that was so inviting. Maybe it was just her pretty eyes and smile.

"Well you are right on time," Mrs. Hodges said. "As you probably noticed when you walked in, the lawn needs one last mowing for the season and lots of leaves to rake. I would like you to do the cleanup first and then we'll do your studies. You'll find everything you need in the garage."

"Sounds great," I told her as I tossed down my backpack. "I brought a change of clothes for after the yard cleanup," I yelled as I headed for the garage. Two hours later I had the yard looking pretty good. I put the lawnmower and rake back into the garage and re-entered the house.

Mrs. Hodges took one look at me and told me to go take a shower. I grabbed my backpack but instead of going to the any shower I stopped and used the hall guest toilet first. It gave me the opportunity to put on the antidote and a drop of the perfume on my finger. Coming out of the guest toilet I played dumb and laughed "Well there's no shower in there."

"Of course not silly," she laughed too. "You'll have to use my bathroom." She led me into the master bedroom and to the bathroom.

As I walked by I brushed my perfume-laced finger across the back of her hand. "Oh I'm sorry. I guess I'm all sweaty."

"That's OK," she said as she rubbed the perfume into her hand with the other hand, thinking she was wiping off sweat. "Just get clean and I'll see you in a minute."

She was exactly right. I had one minute to get into the shower. Once in the bathroom I locked the door to give myself an extra minute or two. I turned on the shower and then stripped out of my clothes as quick as possible, jumping into the shower. Mrs. Hodges had one of those showers where you just step into it, no door, all tile.

"Do you need anything?" Mrs. Hodges yelled through the door. "Soap, wash cloth?"

"I'm fine, thanks," I yelled back. I actually soaped and washed myself as quick as I could. It was the fastest shower I had ever taken. Just as I was rinsing off the last of the soap, I heard Mrs. Hodges say, let me wash your back for you. She obviously got by the locked door.

I started to turn around but she put her hand on my shoulder and said "No, don't turn around, just let me get your back."

I knew she was in turmoil. Here she was in the shower, I presumed nude, with a 14-year-old boy, one of her high-school students. That fact alone could get her fired, maybe even a jail term. It was something she would never do anyway, being religious and all. Oh I saw the Bible on the coffee table and the pictures and statues of saints around the house. And then she was just recently married, her husband only last month shipping off to some foreign country to fight for our freedom. Yet here she was standing behind me. I decided to put on the pressure, to see how powerful the perfume really was.

"Mrs. Hodges, you shouldn't be in here," I told her.

"It's...uh...it's OK honey," she stammered. "I'm just washing your back. You were sweaty all over."

"But I don't have any clothes on," I pleaded.

"Of course not, not in the shower silly. We'll be done here soon," she responded.

"But you're getting your clothes all wet," I told her.

"I took them off so that wouldn't happen," she replied.

"You mean you don't have any clothes on either?" I asked, acting surprised.

"I didn't want to get them wet," she explained. Then with my back still to her, she closed the gap and reached her soapy hands around my waste. I could feel her breasts and her hard nipples press into my back, her hairy pussy pressed against my butt. She began washing my stomach. "Now isn't that much nicer? I'm getting you all clean."

"Oh, what's this," she said as her hands found my penis, straight as an arrow. "Is this because of little old me?"

When she touched my erection I wanted to turn and take her in my arms. I could have. But I also wanted to play this one out. I did turn, but also stepped back away from her. I saw for the first time, Mrs. Hodges in all her naked beauty. How could she hide this wonderful body? She was absolutely gorgeous. Her breasts were full but not too large. They were weighed down a little from their size but her nipples were placed high and protruded out in an inviting manner. She was probably a C cup. She had a narrow waist and medium hips. Her pussy was covered in brown hair, the same color as the hair on her head. I realized staring down at her that I had a hard on that was throbbing with anticipation and was I ready to jump this woman. But again I wanted to play it right.

"Mrs. Hodges, please, don't do this," I begged her. "It's wrong. We can't do this. Please don't do this to me."

It was as if she couldn't hear me. She wiped my wet hair out of my eyes. "We're not doing anything Rick. I'm just getting you clean after working so hard in my yard."

"But I shouldn't be looking at you," I told her as I stepped out of the shower. "And you shouldn't be looking at me." She followed me, the shower still running. She grabbed my wrist but I broke free. I stumbled backwards out of the bathroom in a fake attempt to escape. Again she followed me. I turned towards her, but continued to back up with her slowly following me, until I backed into the bed. I just kept going, climbing up onto the bed, moving myself back across it. She grabbed my legs and held me.

"It's OK Rick, really. You don't have to be afraid of me. I won't hurt you."

"Please Mrs. Hodges, stop, please don't do this," I pleaded with her. I wasn't moving anymore but she kept coming towards me until she also was on the bed. She straddled me and leaned down to my face.

"I just want you to know Rick that I care about you and want only the best for you." Though we were both dripping wet, I felt the heat from her. Her hips were so low to the bed I felt her pussy hair against my shaft. She was moving slightly, like she was trying to position her pussy to my shaft. Then I felt it, the tip of my erection against her opening. "As I was saying I want only the best for you and right now I am the best, just for you."

Then she dropped her weight down onto my shaft and slid me up into her. God it was wonderful. But I wanted to play her some more so I cried out "But Mrs. Hodges, I'm a virgin."

"Not anymore sweety," she countered and began fucking me in earnest. I let her do all the work. I just laid there in shock like a nice little rape victim. But that could only last so long. Soon I couldn't take it any longer and I grabbed her head, pulling it down to my own. I kissed her hard on the mouth, as our tongues took turns exploring each other. When we broke for air I moved to her breasts, one after the other. She screamed with delight as her first orgasm hit her. Her body went into a spasm and her pussy was throbbing around my dick, squeezing it for all it was worth. I exploded without warning and filled my English Teacher, Mrs. Hodges, with all my cum, all my seed.

When I calmed down a minute to think I realized she only had the perfume on for about 15 minutes. I had the better part of an hour to go with her and I was going to use every second of it. I rolled her over onto her back. Spreading her legs I dove into her wet bush, tasting both her juices and my own cum. I slid a finger up inside and worked her from there as well as her clit with my tongue.

"Oh yes Rick, that's it," she cried. "Make me cum again, yes, you are learning your lessons well today Rick, that's it, yes right there. Oh Rick, yes, you get an 'A' today. Oh my God, I'm cumming. Yes, faster Rick, oh God."

She was screaming. She grabbed my head and pressed it into her pussy, holding me there while her hips lurched upwards. This was some orgasm she was having. Her German Shepherd was in the bedroom now barking. When she came down from her high she calmed her dog down. She then rolled me over sideways on the bed and exclaimed "Your turn."

With me on my back, my legs hanging over the edge of the bed, and Mrs. Hodges kneeling between them she went down on me. Her mouth was warm and wet and she tickled my balls while she stroked me with her mouth. I was getting hard again and wanted to blow my wad down her throat. From where I was lying I could see the bathroom. The dog was sniffing around my backpack and trying to get something out of it. Before I knew it I could see that he had the perfume bag and was tearing it open. He tossed it around and was licking it. A minute later he just stopped and looked up at us. He then slowly walked over to us. Mrs. Hodges didn't know he was there until he put his paws up on her back.

"Casey, get down," she yelled and went back to my blow job. Casey didn't obey. In fact Casey got more active and persistent like he was trying to mount Mrs. Hodges. I was getting even more turned on than I was by just watching this.

"Casey, stop it right now," she yelled again. But Casey wasn't listening. After ingesting the rest of my perfume, this dog was going to get his piece of Mrs. Hodges too. Casey growled at Mrs. Hodges and was now clearly trying to fuck her. Mrs. Hodges was trying to swat him down but it wasn't working. I figured it was time to help Casey out. I grabbed Mrs. Hodges' head and forced it down onto my shaft, holding it there. That held her still long enough for Casey to reach his goal.

"Aaaaagggghhh," Mrs. Hodges screamed as Casey rammed his rod into her pussy and began pumping like the wild dog he was right then.

I let Mrs. Hodges head up and she cried out "Oh my God, Casey's fucking me." And he was too. That dog was pounding her. "He's so big," she said. "My cervix, he's hurting me. He's hitting my cervix. Oh no, he's stretching me, he's so fucking big." This went on for a couple of minutes until she exclaimed "Oh God, not that, his knot. He's putting his knot in me. Oh God he's still fucking me. He is knotted inside of me and he is still fucking me. How is he doing that? Oh Rick, it hurts so bad ... and yet it feels so good at the same time. Oh shit, Rick, I'm cumming, my fucking dog is making me cum."

I grabbed her head once more and jammed it down on my shaft. And as big old Casey filled her pussy to overflowing, I shot load after load of my own cum up into her mouth. She tried to swallow just to keep from gagging but it was spilling out of her mouth. Casey was still pumping her good and keeping her in a state of repeated orgasms. I let her pull off of my shaft just so she could breath but it was clear she was still cumming. I wished that someday I would be as good as Casey and make a girl cum over and over and over like he was doing to Mrs. Hodges.

Eventually Casey slowed to a stop. He turned himself around and tried to extract himself. He only managed to drag Mrs. Hodges' body off the bed. Her falling was enough to break the hold and Casey's knot fell out of her pussy, freeing them both. But Casey wasn't done. He had taken too much of the perfume. He licked himself clean but still had one enlarged penis that looked pretty firm. I helped Mrs. Hodges up to the bed, putting her on her back so her pussy was right on the edge of the bed. Casey's cum was dripping out of her and I wanted to see what it felt like. Even though I had just cum in her mouth, the whole scene was so erotic and exciting that I was still hard. I stood next to the bed and guided my erection into her dripping opening. I slid right in, no resistance at all. It was a sloppy mess and felt hot and wonderful.

Mrs. Hodges wasn't saying anything but I could tell she was getting off being fucked again. It took a little while but eventually I felt myself getting close. Each time Mrs. Hodges spasmed with another orgasm it moved me that much closer to my own climax. Finally I came, mixing my own cum with Casey's.

But Casey, as I mentioned before wasn't through. He got up and put his paws on my back. "Oh no you don't," I yelled at him as I pulled out of Mrs. Hodges and out of Casey's grip. Casey fell onto Mrs. Hodges, still lying on her back. He moved forward and I helped guide his enormous dick into Mrs. Hodges. What a sight that was. Casey immediately went to work, pushing his rod into her pussy as deep as he could get it. He was on top of her missionary style, fucking her like her husband would do. I watched as Casey's poundings rocked her body. Her breasts were rolling up and down her body in synch with Casey's fucking. But what surprised me most was Mrs. Hodges. She began to lift her hips up against Casey's thrusts. She was fucking him as much as he was fucking her.

I sat on the bed and watched Casey pound repeatedly into Mrs. Hodges. He couldn't quite get his full length into her but he was trying. So was she as she continued to push back into him. Finally she thrust upwards and stayed there, arching her back and tipping her head back. Her eyes were rolled back in her head like she was passing out. Casey just gave her a magnificent orgasm and didn't even know it, didn't care as he continued to fuck her.

When she came down from her climax she exclaimed "I can't take much more of this. He keeps pounding into my cervix."

"I'm going to push him away," I warned her. "When I do you climb up onto the bed." Afraid to get too close to Casey I took my foot and slid it between the two of them, near their point of coupling. Then holding onto her shoulders I pushed Casey backwards. He yelped as he fell back and onto the floor. I moved back pulling Mrs. Hodges with me all the way up onto the bed. I ended up on my back with her crawling across me. But Casey was down only for an instant. Jumping up onto the bed he tried to mount Mrs. Hodges from behind. I found myself lying on my back, Mrs. Hodges on her hands and knees straddling me like she was ready to fuck me and a crazed German Shepherd with his front paws on her back trying desperately to find a whole to plug. I looked down between us and saw for the first time close up just how big and long this dog's cock was. It must have been at least a foot long and looked twice the thickness as mine. No wonder he sent her to the moon and back. I was jealous.

"Please, don't let him fuck me again," she pleaded.

I didn't know what to do to stop him so I put my own dick up into her pussy, plugging her so that Casey couldn't. She relaxed once she realized it was me and that Casey couldn't get into her now, not that he didn't stop trying.

"He's sure persistent," she laughed. "He's poking all over. Just stay in me until he goes away. Gee, he's even poking me in the butt with that monster of his. Oh, owww, that hurt, he's trying to find a hole, oh God, he's pushing into my, oh shit, shit. He's pushing into my ass, oh God Rick, he's inside my ass. He keeps pushing in."

I watched Casey get closer and closer to her body as he got more and more of his enormous shaft up into her ass. He must have gotten it all in because there didn't look like any space at all between him and her as he rocked his hips driving his shaft in and out of her. The shock on her face was frightening but I found myself in a strange situation. Here I was fucking my English Teacher while at the same time she was being ass-fucked by her dog. It made me hard like steel and I joined Casey in fucking her fast and furious. Her nipples were hard as rock as she came in her first double-fuck orgasm. It was too much for me and I shot my wad up into her. Casey must have knotted up as he quit pushing in and out as much, though he continued to try.

"I want you to try something for me," I told her. "Bear down really hard like you are going to take a crap." She did and suddenly Casey fell backwards out of her. Immediately a flood of her dog's cum fell out of her ass onto my legs and the bed. Casey had jumped down to the floor and was licking himself clean, a look of pride on his face that he had just fucked the hell out of his master. I rolled my teacher over onto her back and we just quietly laid there exhausted for several minutes.

"Oh God forgive me," Mrs. Hodges suddenly said. "What have I done?" It was clear our hour was up. I was pretty sure she remembered most everything as I didn't give her so much of the perfume that it affected her memory.

"You were wonderful," I told her. "I didn't realize this was what you meant when you said you wanted to give me some private tutoring."

"No, no. This isn't what I meant. I don't know how this happened. I just...I don't know...I'm so sorry."

"You can't be sorry," I said with a surprised look on my face. "I tried to stop you but you kept at me. You took my virginity," I lied. "And then you made me want you and I gave you everything, even my seed, and now you say you're sorry. You're sorry?" I stood up off the bed and grabbing my clothes off the floor began getting dressed.

"Wait, Rick, wait, what have I done? Please, don't tell anyone I did this. Please, I beg you. I'll be ruined. I'll lose my job, my husband, everything. I'll go to jail. Please."

"I have to think. I won't say anything for now," I promised. "I just have to think. Let me just sleep on it tonight and I'll come over tomorrow. We'll talk then. I won't say anything. We just need to talk, tomorrow, I promise. It's Sunday tomorrow. How about I come over at one in the afternoon?" I asked her.

"Yes, anything, oh wait, my husband always calls me at 1:00 PM on Sundays. Make it 2:00 PM please, if that's OK with you. Otherwise 1:00 PM is fine too. Whatever you want."

"2:00 PM then. See you tomorrow," I told her as I left.

It was a long walk home but I wanted the time to think on things. I knew my grade was no longer an issue. I would expect an 'A' in Freshmen English. And I had no intentions of ever letting anyone know about what we did. Well, nobody other than my little sister Lucy of course. We share secrets all the time, usually when we are resting in each other's arms after a wild bout of sex.

But what was I going to do tomorrow? Mrs. Hodges gave me the clue when she mentioned her husband calling at 1:00 PM. I would expect that she would be at church until after noontime, asking for forgiveness for the terrible things she did to me, and to Casey. And when she got home from church I would be there. I didn't really plan on us just talking either. I wanted to have her in bed before her husband called. I wanted to be fucking her while she talked to him. So there it was. That was my plan and I put it in motion.

At 12:30 PM my dad dropped me off at Mrs. Hodges house. He commented on how nice the yard looked after I cleaned it up yesterday. I told him I would probably walk home again as it did me good. I could think about the things Mrs. Hodges taught me. He agreed and said he would see me at dinnertime.

When Mrs. Hodges got home she let me in. "I thought you weren't coming over until 2:00 PM today."

"I just had to see you and couldn't wait," I told her. I excused myself to use her toilet and took the time to put on the antidote and prepare with a drop of perfume for Mrs. Hodges.

When I came out she said "Let's just sit here on the couch and talk. Now I know the things we did yesterday..."

"That you did, to me," I corrected her.

"Yes, that I did to you, were abominable," she exclaimed. "I will never forgive myself. And of course you don't have to worry about your grade in my class. You will have an 'A' for the year. But the things I did to you were just awful."

I had to stop her. "They were not awful. Of course I didn't want you to do them at first. But once you took my virginity and I saw how wonderful it all felt, I wanted it. I want you," I told her, leaning over and touching her arm, I was about to put the perfume on her. But I held off, for now. "You taught me so much. And you have so much more to teach me. I don't want yesterday to be my only lesson. I know we can't do this all the time, but I want you to make love to me like you would your husband, with passion and desire, and of course no Casey," I added with a laugh. "Just this once more. Then I will never speak of this again to anyone, ever. You will be safe, your marriage will be safe, and your job will be safe. And you will have given a young boy the lesson of his life. That's my deal."

Without saying another word she stood up, took me by the hand, and led me to her bedroom. I took the opportunity to wipe the perfume I had on my other hand onto my jeans, knowing that I wasn't going to need it today. Once inside the bedroom she closed and locked the door. Casey may be a smart dog that can open doors with his mouth, but he certainly can't pick a lock.

Mrs. Hodges had a different look about her right now, a seductive look. She took her hand and brushed her hair back and then pulled me close. She tipped her head to the side and kissed me. It was a kiss of passion but not one of urgency. It was as if we had all the time in the world. The kissing became bolder, a little more intense as her tongue penetrated my mouth, but still the whole thing was somewhat reserved. I began unbuttoning her blouse as she undid my pants. It wasn't long before we were once again together in the nude. She walked me to the bed and we got on it, she on her back and me between her legs. She tried to pull me to her but I wanted to give her some foreplay. I played with her breasts, her nipples not yet hard like yesterday. Kissing my way down to her groin area I smelled the muskiness of her pussy, the beginning of wetness around those lips. I wanted to bring her with my mouth alone and I did but only after many minutes. She came quickly when I finally moved to her clit. Then I slid a finger into and finger fucked her to another climax.

Pulling away from me then, she turned herself over onto her hands and knees. "Cum in me now," she said. "I want to feel you inside of me. Make love to me. Bring me to another climax."

I reached down and guided my erection into her well-prepared pussy. "Oh yes," she cried. "You make me feel so good, Rick. Fuck me now." I began pushing my shaft deep into her, pulling nearly all the way out and then back in again, repeating over and over. Nothing fast and furious, just slow and steady. I wanted this wonderful feeling to last, to see how long it could last before I came.

"Riinnnggg," went the phone. I looked at the clock. It was 1:00 PM already.

"That will be Jason. I forgot. I have to take this," she said.

"Then answer it but I'm not pulling out," I told her.

"Rick, please."

"Answer the phone," I told her.

She reached over and got the phone. "Hello." I continued my easy-going fuck while she talked. "Hi honey," she said. "Yes I love you too...oh nothing much, just catching up on some reading...oh you did, well that's nice honey...it's OK if you go out with the guys...drinking, that's fine honey, you work hard and risk your life so deserve a break..."

"Ohhhh" she exclaimed as I gave her a few quick thrusts. "...oh nothing honey...ok then, what is it that you need to tell me...you went where?...q what?...a brothel?..."

"Oh shit." Again I gave her some quick thrusts before going back to slow speed. "...no not you, I mean, a brothel?...it's OK honey...listen, I understand you are there without me or any sort of release and if you have to go there, well just be safe and careful...of course I'm serious, I'm not mad...right, at least you're not having an affair...right, sometimes we just have to do things...ok, what else then...she was what?...13 years old, for Christ's sake Jason, what are you, some kind of pedophile?..."

"Oh God, I'm..." I was pounding into her hard and fast now. I wanted her to cum while on the phone with Jason. "...Jason, I have to, uh, think a minute so don't hang up, I'll be right back."

She pressed the phone into the pillow to muffle any sound and then exclaimed "Oh Rick, fuck, I'm cumming."

I kept pounding all the way through her orgasm and when she settled down I climaxed shooting my load deep in her pussy and setting her off into another orgasm. Though it seemed longer it probably was only a couple of minutes since she pressed the phone down into the pillow.

Picking up the phone she said, out of breath, "God, Jason, a 13-year-old...I don't care if she did look 18...fuck you Jason...what if I told you I was fucking one of my students?...like hell you would, you'd be all over me for it..." I played with her clit and she got more agitated, more active, more desperate. That's when I realized I must have still had a little perfume on my finger.

"Oh fuck it," she said to Jason. "...yes, I'm talking to you. Listen Jason, drink whatever you want to drink, fuck whoever you want to fuck and I'll do the same. Just don't bring any of it home, no disease, nothing, and when you get home we'll start fresh. We will forget the past ever happened. A clean slate the moment you walk back into this house. Until then do whatever you want to do. I've got to go...I love you too." She then hung up. "Fucking bastard," she added.

"Now quick messing around and fuck my brains out," she ordered. I kicked it into high gear and gave her all I had. We went back and forth, eating each other out, fucking each other, just making out during our resting times. The little bit of perfume she got wasn't enough to send her off the deep end like this but enough to get things rolling. We carried it through several hours. I think it was more of a reaction to her husband fucking that poor little 13-year-old girl. Though the fact that she was fucking a 14-year-old boy seemed to get lost in all of her anguish and fury. Though the fury was not lost on me. It just kept us going all afternoon. It got late enough that Mrs. Hodges had to drive me home so that I wouldn't be late for dinner.

"Remember, I won't tell anyone, ever. You can go back to your own life now, safe and secure. I'll see you tomorrow in class" I told her.

"Take care Rick. You have been quite an experience for me. I'll never forget." She let me off and then drove away.

The next few days in class were OK. I tried to study hard for her even though I knew I didn't have to. You would never know from how she acted that anything ever happened between us. She played it very cool.

On Friday afternoon as class was letting out she motioned for me to stay. When all of the kids were out of the room she locked the door. Taking my hand, she led me into the closet. Once inside she kissed me, frantic like she was desperate for something. Before I realized it she had my pants down and was giving me a blowjob. It didn't take me long to get hard. She stood up and turning around she dropped her pants.

"Fuck me," she ordered. Fuck her I did. It was fast, over before I knew it. She got off when I climaxed and shot my load up into her.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I have a free pass. Until Jason returns I can fuck anyone I want, so can he. And I promise you he will. Then the slate is wiped clean. Today I chose you."

"Aren't you afraid we'll get caught?" I asked.

"Yes, but I had to do at least once," she explained. "We'll never do this again, OK? At least not at school," she added with a smile.

"Do you need anymore work done at your house?" I asked, smiling back.

"I'm sure I do. I don't know what that work is yet, but we can figure that out later," she replied. We both laughed.

The end (of the story, not of the perfume)
15 comments

anonymous readerReport

2012-02-11 16:23:06
Loved the story
Hated the bullshit comments :D

anonymous readerReport

2012-01-29 19:12:41
i play that scenario with my little 8 year old sister i am 16 year old guy she is the best at blowjob's and when i eat her out she fucks my mouth so hard , my mom caught us twice but both times she joined in it was hot!

anonymous readerReport

2011-11-09 02:02:35
Good story. My choir teacher in high school was a very skinny tall woman, but she had a reasonably attractive face and these big lips. She sucked me off six times during high school. The first 3 she was in control. The last 3 I was in control and fucked that mouth.

Anonymous readerReport

2009-07-23 04:17:02
In my life there would have only been only 2 teacher i would have fuck. My English teacher from 7th grade Mrs. Ranor, and my English teacher from my sophmore year in highschool Mrs.Baker. And maybe this other English teacher that i never had Mrs.Riely. Man were they smoking hot.

royReport

2009-07-12 01:53:11
dogs don't need perfume. cunts have plenty of scent.

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