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 TITLE: Perfume-08 - Mrs.  Hodges, The English Teacher

   Copyright (C) 2009, w1drng.  ALL Rights Reserved

   STORY CODES: Fm, drug

   SUMMARY: 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. Now Rick decides to check out his Teacher.

   ADULTSONLY: This work is total fiction.  It is intended for ADULTS ONLY.
It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors.  If you are
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story.  Any resemblance to actual persons or activities depicted is purely
coincidental.  I neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children
in sexual oriented acts with adults.

   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 Ma'am," 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 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 Ma'am," 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 Ma'am.  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 this past
Summer, 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,
once while we fucked, 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 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 la few months ago 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 sweetie," 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 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 that dog 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 in life.  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 her pussy 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 and I'll do the same.  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.  And if you need any further tutoring, just let me know." She
smiled as 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 it 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)