5 comments/ 42992 views/ 23 favorites Parfum Ch. 01 By: Phon All characters are over the age of 18. All the science in this story is utter bunk. This series of stories involves a very slow build-up which is just the way I like it. This is also my first attempt at writing fiction. Be warned, impatient ones! This tale is about the stereotypical quiet, nerdy dweeb who with the rest of his bespectacled brethren populates school corridors everywhere. While James Calvin Harrison III is his rather presumptuous name, it is inconspicuous which is his functional moniker. This 18-year-old hero's primary interest lies in the field of Chemistry where he is truly gifted, and a chemistry lab is where this story begins. James was in his favourite place--the lab. Thanks to his interest in the subject, his chemistry teacher--Mrs. Saunders--was allowing him to spend an hour after school in the lab in exchange for helping her clean up every day. What she didn't really know was that she herself was the reason why his interest in the subject had blossomed. She, he thought, was breathtakingly beautiful and she always had a smile for him. While Mrs. Saunders had initially been very strict in supervising all his experiments, she was now satisfied that James was careful and methodical in anything that he did and therefore, largely left him alone. She did pop in every now and then though, just in case. For the last couple of weeks, James had been working on a pet project to create his own perfume. He'd stolen an expensive bottle of Chanel from his mother's dressing table and had been busy breaking it down and analysing its contents. The fragrance was far more complex and fascinating than he had initially thought with multiple layers of chemicals working together to produce a final product that James could only describe as harmonious. The key appeared to be the use of geranyl acetate, an ester which formed the base of the perfume and provided the foundation that allowed all the chemicals to complement rather than compete with each other. By swapping one of the ingredients with others he'd extracted from flowers samples from his Mum's garden, James was able to subtly alter the scent. He meticulously stored all successful results in vials and labelled them. Before leaving each day, he'd ask Mrs. Saunders to give her opinion on any interesting fragrances that he'd come up with and she was quite happy to do so--well, which woman wouldn't? On this particular evening, James had supplanted musk with jasmine and it had come out rather well. Just as he was finishing up, Mrs. Saunders, well, sauntered in. "All done, Coco?" she asked, grinning. (Coco as in Coco Chanel, you see.) "Oui, Madame," James replied. "Want to check this one out?" "Sure. What's in it?" She stretched out her hand for him. "You tell me," he smiled as he placed a drop of the perfume on a piece of tissue and rubbed it on her inner wrist. Mrs. Saunders brought her wrist up to her nose and inhaled deeply. She had her eyes closed as she did so and James watched as her chest rose appreciably. While she was no centrefold model, Mrs. Saunders had the kind of curves that men respond to unconsciously and even though she usually chose to dress conservatively in long skirt and rather nondescript blouses, her assets still shone through. One of James' friends had called her a Norse Mother Goddess, what with her blonde hair, striking blue eyes, child-bearing hips, and tits that could nurse the world, if required. "Jasmine!" she exclaimed. "You've added jasmine in today, and," she paused, "removed lemon, which I guess makes it myrcene. It's less heady." "One out of two," nodded James. "I didn't remove lemon. I removed musk." "Oooh! I like it, Coco. Can I get another sample to take home?" "Sure. Just remember that you're still bound by the NDA," he grinned. She rolled her eyes. James carefully prepared a vial for her as she watched on. "You're turning into a professional, James," she remarked as she accepted the vial. She wasn't exaggerating either. What James was able to do at his age was simply astounding. "Time to close shop. Get me when you're done and I'll give you a ride home." James watched as Mrs. Saunders left the lab. He didn't think that she really intended to, but she had a natural sashay to her gait which caught his attention every time. Parfum Ch. 01 What girl-shy James did next changed his life forever. In a fashion true to all pioneers in the medical field, he decided to use himself as a test subject. If it worked for him, it should work for anybody, right? Parfum Ch. 02 All characters are over the age of 18. All the science in this story is utter bunk. This series of stories involves a very slow build-up which is just the way I like it. This is also my first attempt at writing fiction. Be warned, impatient ones! I appreciate all the encouraging comments for the first chapter and feedback e-mails too! Thank you :) Jill was still absent from school and James had no way of reaching her. Although he was eager to show her his progress, he was getting a little worried about her wellbeing as well. He really didn't think that he'd be able to get her contact information from the school. He did know the general area where she resided. Perhaps he could go over and just ask around? While he was busy considering brute-forcing the problem, a solution presented itself. His Mom called him down from his room and asked him to run an errand to his aunt's house. James didn't particularly want to be distracted right then, but being the dutiful son that he was, he grumbled a little before heading out on his bike. Just as he was about to leave, something struck him. His aunt's neighbour was none other than Mrs. Madsen, the Physics teacher. James immediately rushed back into the house and ran upstairs to his room. He prepared a phial of Adam B and set off again. He had a plan. He reached his aunt's house in record time and completed his delivery. He then pedalled to the end of the street to keep a discreet watch on Mrs. Madsen's house. There was a car parked in her driveway. So it did appear that someone was in. James mulled over his instinctive plan as he waited. Now that he knew what his Adams could do, he wanted to see if he could push things further. Not only had Arlene and Joanne become aroused under influence, they readily accepted to go out with him. He had heard that Joanne had had at least two boyfriends. But he was certain that Arlene Lin was completely inexperience with the opposite sex. She was not the socialising type and preferred to keep to herself. So her change in attitude was very much out of the ordinary and he could only conclude that this was because of Adam. That said, Mrs. Madsen was a different kettle of fish altogether. Not only was she not the friendly type, she was also married. Her personality was almost legendary for its prickliness. She simply never seemed to be happy and had earned herself the nickname, Grumpy. It didn't help that she was particularly short either. James was now armed with Adam B and ready for an acid test of his conclusions. Changing Mrs. Madsen's personality would be the ultimate field trial. Speaking of whom, there she was. Grumpy had just stepped out of her front door and it looked like she was going to do some gardening. James liberally applied his scent all over himself and set off. He adjusted his angle of entry to seem as if he was just coming out of his aunt's driveway and stopped by Grumpy's picket fence. "Hello, Mrs. Madsen!" he greeted as cheerfully as he could. She looked up from her work and he could see a momentary look of annoyance pass across her face before she caught herself. "Hello, James. Here to visit Carla?" she asked. (Carla was his aunt.) "Yes. I had to drop something off." "I see," she replied. "Well, good to see you." She went back to her work dismissing him. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?" prompted James. He wasn't going to gotten rid off that easily. She sighed audibly. But she looked up at him again. "Not at all. What did you want to ask?" "Do you have a degree in Physics?" he asked lowering his voice. "What?" He repeated himself without raising his voice. He needed her closer for Adam to work. Exasperated, Mrs. Madsen removed her gloves and came to stand near her gate on the other side of the fence from James. "Do I have a what?" she asked him again. "Do you have a degree in Physics, Mrs. Madsen?" James asked again leaning forward. "Of course I do. Why?" she asked pointedly. He wasted some time as he parked his bike and came to stand next to her across the fence. "Is that what you wanted to study?" he asked. "Yes, of course. Well, I actually preferred to study History. But I thought that Physics would be more beneficial in the long run. I did like the subject." "What would you do if you had the chance to make that decision again?" he pressed. "Would you still choose Physics over History?" She took a deep breath. Was it beginning to work? "What is this all about, James?" "My Dad wants me to change majors and I don't want to." "Hmm," she murmured as she regarded him thoughtfully. She was inhaling and exhaling deeply now. James reckoned that he had her. He feigned a cough and forced himself to cough repeatedly. This woke Mrs. Madsen up. "You'd better come in and have a glass of water," she said, opening the gate. Still coughing, James hurriedly nodded his thanks and wheeled his bike in. He then went inside a teacher's house for the first time in his life. Mrs. Madsen got him a glass of water from the kitchen and asked him to sit down on the couch. She seated herself across from him. As he drank from the glass, James glanced at his host. Short and in her early forties, Grumpy was typically bespectacled, and while she preferred a severely tight hair-do when she was teaching, she had (literally) let her hair down today. He hadn't really concentrated much on her chest before and this, he reasoned, was understandable as she wasn't blessed in that department. But that said, he could see her chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply. She did seem to have a nice figure, albeit a naturally skinny one as opposed to a gym-toned one. James noted her rather average angular face, but with large eyes decorated with long eyelashes. She was wearing a demure top and a pair of loose shorts for the garden. While James was discreetly, or so he thought, scrutinising her, Mrs. Madsen was doing the same to him. She had no idea why, but she found James' presence both unsettling and intriguing. He seemed to have an aura about him today that she found magnetising. He was a gangly teen, but smart for his age. From all accounts he did very well at school. Funny how she had never noticed how dark his eyes were. Oddly enough, his brown hair was a perfect match for his cargo shorts. He was also wearing a shirt over his T-shirt and had left all the buttons open. Mrs. Madsen realised that she was staring but could not tear her eyes away from James. She realised that he was looking her over too and squirmed in her seat. James placed the glass on the coffee table. "Feeling better?" she asked him. "Yes, thanks." "That's good," she said bending forward to collect his glass. As she came closer, James noted that her pupils were slightly dilated and that her breathing rate had gone up. She was inhaling deeply. Noisily. She seemed like she was primed and ready to go. He decided to see if his hunch was right. "I was actually talking to Mrs. Saunders and getting her opinion on this. She was really helping me with it and I wanted to get her to speak to my parents," he said. "Mrs. Saunders? Oh. Jill?" she asked. "Well, that ... woman ... would of course recommend Chemistry. That's her subject." James nodded. "You should speak to the counsellor instead. If you want I'll let her know about your ... situation." "What's going on with her anyway?" he steered. "Marital troubles," she sniffed. "Her husband's left her and she's wallowing in self-pity." "Don't you like her, Mrs. Madsen?" "It's not that I don't like her. We just don't get along, it seems. She's so ... bubbly and fake!" Mrs. Madsen declared vehemently. "I'll be right back," she said rather abruptly taking his glass to the kitchen. James reasoned that she had decided to leave the room to compose herself. She was definitely not herself. He took advantage of the interlude to apply the last remnants of Adam B from his phial to his wrists. Meanwhile, Mrs. Madsen had no idea what was going on. James was a student and she a teacher and a married one at that. Yet here she was inviting him into her home, gossipping about his teacher and mooning over him like some bitch in heat. She placed his glass in the kitchen sink and went into her bedroom's en suite to calm herself down. She took a few deep breaths as she stared at her face in the mirror. "Get a grip, Charlene," she told herself as she painted her lips with lipstick. She fixed her hair and returned to the drawing room. Rather than sitting across from him, she chose to share the same couch this time. So much for getting a grip. James did not fail to notice the new seating arrangement. He struck up a conversation once again asking her about her time at university and her interest in Physics and History. While his original plan was simply to get Jill's number, he was now going with the flow to see how things might pan out. As the conversation progressed, he clumsily stretched his arm across the back the couch. It now lay just a few inches from Mrs. Madsen's head. She was breathing in deeply. He pumped her for advice on family pressures and how to handle them. As she rambled on, he adjusted his position on the couch as casually as possible and moved a few inches closer to her. The nervous excitement that coursed through his body was getting to him. It sure as hell was coursing through his dick as he was getting really hard. Hard enough that it was making an obvious tent in his shorts. James noticed that Mrs. Madsen was fidgeting subconsciously. Her eyes swept across his groin every now and then. She crossed her legs and rolled closer to him by a few inches. Less than a couple of feet separated them now. He felt as if he had a high fever. James couldn't help his eyes take in the sight of his teacher's left leg which was now even closer to him. He didn't bother hiding the fact that he was enjoying looking at it as it moved it lightly to match the cadence of her speech. Her leg was really smooth and her calf glistened as it moved. He suddenly realised that Mrs. Madsen had finished talking and, to keep the conversation going, asked her about the quality of the professors at her university and if they were helpful. He had no idea how she could continue to ramble on considering the electricity in the air, but she managed somehow. He adjusted his position again and shifted his left leg so that it was just millimetres away from her foot. He did not want to be the instigator. Instead, he wanted Mrs. Madsen to take the first step. She did not disappoint. She stretched her foot ever so slightly that her toes were brushing the hairs near his shin. She seemed to be waiting for his reaction. He made none and continued nodding and agreeing to any advice she was giving him. Soon, she wasn't simply tickling hairs and was brushing his inner calf quite obviously. She was peering at him from behind her glasses. He maintained eye contact for a while before breaking away. James stretched his left arm until it touched her hair. He started to slowly run his fingers through the loose strands of Mrs. Madsen's hair as she continued telling him about a favourite professor of hers at uni. After a few seconds, he lightly ran his index finger along her her right ear and proceeded to play with a diamond stud that she had in her lobe. The thought that another man was playing with the anniversary present that her husband had gifted her on their tenth anniversary never crossed her mind. She pressed her right cheek to his hand and simultaneously ran the groove between her big and second toes up and down his leg. James moved even closer. He was now visibly trembling both with excitement and fright. Yet he couldn't help himself reaching out and taking hold of her foot and drawing it up onto his lap. She gasped. Their eyes met briefly but he looked away, blushing. All pretence of conversation was gone. He moved his right hand to and fro on her smooth leg now while she rubbed her face in his left hand. He moved his hand up past the side of her knee, touching the bottom of her shorts. After a few passes, he felt Mrs. Madsen upping the ante as she rotated her foot until her big toe was only millimetres away from his now Eiffel Tower dick. She kissed his hand as she moved her foot just that little bit higher up his thigh. James couldn't help groaning when she made contact. He placed his hand on her foot and pressed it down as she began to massage his pole with her toes. His left thumb had now found its way inside her mouth and was now playing with her tongue. Mrs. Madsen moaned around it. James had a fleeting thought about the benefits of watching porn! James removed his teacher's foot from his lap and set it back down on the carpet. She was looking at him through half-lidded eyes. He moved closer to her and took her left hand and placed it on his aching boner. She felt his size through his shorts and squeezed him in approval. She took his hand out of her mouth and pulled him closer for a kiss. She met his lips with hers and placed a few short kissed before she used her tongue to get him to open his mouth. Her tongue snaked through his mouth and set about trying to devour James' tongue along with intermittent moans of animal need. He couldn't help thrusting into her hand as she squeezed his penis in tandem. She directed James to her secret place. He couldn't believe it. Not in his wildest dreams did he imagine that Grumpy's would be the first pussy he would ever touch. He crushed her cunt between the jaws of his thumb and middle finger. This drew an outrageously long groan from Mrs. Madsen that only got him harder. He continued tonguing her even as he found his right hand having a mind of its own. It left her pussy and drifted downward until it arrived at the entrance to her baggy shorts. It quickly moved under to reach her inner thigh. Mrs. Madsen provided some involuntary assistance by spreading her legs wide open and placing her left leg on the couch. The hand moved up her flesh until it registered the cloth of her panties. Its middle finger slithered under the material to reach the hot furnace that was her cunt. It didn't bother with any preliminaries and slipped right into her opening. "FUCK!" she moaned as she thrust her hip upwards to meet James' finger. Her left hand moved away from his crotch as she began pinching her left nipple in rhythm to her thrusts. Her right held her weight as she repeatedly lifted her body to fuck herself on his long digit. She began whimpering in ill-contained pleasure. He slipped his other hand under her top and reached her right nipple. It felt about half an inch long. He pressed down on it and it depressed completely into her tit, but popped right back. He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard on her small tit with his hand. Simultaneously, his right thumb met her clit. "Aaaaaah!" groaned Mrs. Madsen as she began thrusting up furiously. James could feel a stream of juice flowing down from his finger into the palm of his hand. He could only look at his teacher in amazement. He could smell his first cunt now: a pungent aroma that defied definition. His interest was piqued by the heady fragrance but was interrupted by a long thrust that hit his bottom knuckle. Who'd have thought that Grumpy was such a sexually charged little vixen. "Hunh! Hunh! Hunh! Hunh!" she grunted with increasing frequency. Charlene was so caught up in her pleasure that she almost missed the sound of a car's electronic lock going beep. It took her a few seconds to understand what that signified. But when she did, she could only shout "NO!" and pull James' hand out of her pussy. "My husband's here!" she whispered heatedly to him before slipping into her flip-flops. She ran to the French window and opened it to let some air in. She then went across the room to switch on the ceiling fan. James still had a look of consternation on his face. Mrs. Madsen turned to him and mouthed, "Fix yourself! Let me do all the talking." She opened the front door to meet her husband. James straightened up as best he could and wiped his hand against his shorts. "Whose bike is this?" James could hear. "That belongs to James. He's Carla's nephew and studies at my school," she replied standing in the doorway. "Hrm," the husband grunted as he made his way in. James rose up hurriedly as a balding, pudgy faced man walked through the door carrying a briefcase. "Hi, Mr. Madsen," said James. He automatically extend his hand for a shake before realising just where it had been not more than a minute ago. "Hello ... James, replied Mr. Madsen with a lazy hand-grip. As they unclasped their hands, James could tell that his hand was still a little sticky. He went red with embarrassment. But Mr. Madsen didn't seem to notice and flopped down onto the couch. "Beer, Charlene!" he ordered. Mrs. Madsen looked nervously between James and her husband before hurrying into the kitchen and returning with a beer and a glass which she set on the coffee table. "What are the two of you standing for? Sit." He ordered again. "Honey, James was just leaving. Weren't you, James?" said Charlene, looking at James with a pleading look in her eyes. "Uh ... sure, Mrs. Madsen," he stammered, moving towards the door. But he came out of his brain freeze just before he left. "Um, Mrs. Madsen. You were going to give me Mrs. Saunders' details. I really do need to contact her," he said. She stood there wringing her hands glancing at her husband who looked annoyed. "Just a second," she informed him. She went back into the kitchen and returned with an address book. She gave him Jill's number and address and saw him to the door. "See you tomorrow in school," she told him pointedly as she closed the door behind him. He nodded. Just before the door closed, James pointed down to Mrs. Madsen's shorts where two clear streaks of fluid had run down her leg. A shocked gasp was the last thing he heard as the door closed. Thus ended James' first sexual experience with the opposite sex. Parfum Ch. 03 All characters are over the age of 18. All the science in this story is utter bunk. This series of stories involves a very slow build-up which is just the way I like it. This is also my first attempt at writing fiction. Be warned, impatient ones! I appreciate all the encouraging comments for the first chapter and feedback e-mail too! Thank you :) Parfum Ch. 03 "Shall we take a seat?" he asked and walked into the lounge without waiting for her. He hoped that she'd follow and felt a surge of excitement when she did. He plopped down on one side of the three-seater while Jill seated herself at the other end, right above his handkerchief. James waited for a while, watching Jill as she stared into her drink. Her tousled hair hid her face from him. But he could sense a nervous energy as her thighs were pressed tightly together and her robe was trapped between them. He was surprised that she hadn't noticed Adam's odour. To him, the room positively reeked of it. "Come closer," he ordered. "What for?" she asked looking at him oddly. James was taken aback. "Um. No reason," he stammered. "I couldn't hear you very well," he finished tamely. She looked at him oddly again. James wondered what the hell was going on. Was he able to control her or not? Then an idea struck him. "Don't you think it'll be nice to stretch your legs out?" he asked Jill. She immediately slipped her feet out of a pair of white bunny slippers and placed them on the coffee table. She sighed as she stretched them out. "Ah! That's nice!" Was that the trick? Did he simply have to frame his order as a question? Weird. "Wouldn't you prefer to sit a little closer?" he asked again. "No, I'm fine here," she said. "Oh! What the hell. Let me sit a little closer to you. Here, hold this!" she handed him her drink and sidled closer to him. "There. Can you hear me OK now?" she asked taking back her drink. He nodded smiling to himself. This was simply mindblowing. "So, how are you?" he began. She looked startled at the abrupt change of tack. "I'm fine," she replied. "No. Really. How are you, Jill? Don't you think you should be open with me?" he pressed. She was silent for a long while. James waited patiently. "Everything is fucked. I'm fucked. My whole life is fucked," she whispered. "What happened?" "Frank came here the other day and I thought that we were going to make up. Things were going well until I told him about trying one final time to have a baby of our own. Then when he heard that you were helping me, he went berserk." She was looking down into her drink again. But he could see the tears welling up in her eyes. "Then he called me a stupid bitch for ruining our marriage and left. He now wants a divorce and has a lawyer and everything. All because I wanted a baby! He ... he called me a sex-crazed whore!" Jill downed her drink. It took a few moments for James to process what she had said. Did this mean that he was partly responsible for this mess? Jill was beginning to tell him about all the sacrifices she had made for her marriage. "Did you try to kill yourself, Jill?" he interrupted. The colour seemed to drain from her face as she went silent. She nodded. "But I couldn't go through with it." She paused before continuing, "Marsha told me yesterday that she saw Frank having lunch with some blonde she knows who spreads her legs for anybody. Then I got a call this morning at 2 AM and he was drunk and telling me that there was nothing wrong with his fucking equipment. I could hear them, James! I could hear him fucking that bitch while he was on the phone with me." The tears were now streaming down Jill's face. She was no longer whispering and her voice had taken on a hysterical pitch. Mentally willing the tears to stop, she wiped them away with the sleeve of her robe. She suddenly had a gleam in her eye and stood up purposefully. She took a deep gulp of his drink and set it down on the coffee table. She then reached for James' hand and said, "Come with me!" James was still more than a little stunned by her revelation. But he rose automatically and followed her ... up the stairs, apparently. He noticed that she was climbing really slowly with an exaggerated swing to her hips. This woman didn't need any perfume to get him excited. He could feel his penis perking up. She waited for him at the top of the stairs and caught hold of his hand once again. Jill led her favourite student into her bedroom and sat him down on her bed. She collected the assorted items of clothing that were lying around on the floor and chucked them in the direction of her bathroom. Two liquor bottles merited a relatively gentler treatment. She stood before him in her robe, legs apart and arms akimbo. James' eyes were drawn to her feet which were encased in the bunny slippers that he had noticed earlier. His eyes trailed up her legs to her knees which was where her robe ended. He shook himself back into focus and looked up further. Her face wasn't what one would call pretty even on her best day. Striking might be the best adjective for it. Today, however, was not her best. Her loveliest facial feature were her eyes--deep blue and playful. Now they were sizing him up in a determined inspection. "I know you've always been sweet on me, James. I've seen you ogling my body, you know," she declared. She was now definitely slurring her sibilants. "You particularly like to stare at my chest, don't you?" she asked, surely rhetorically, as she grabbed her breasts over her blue robe. "Well, here's your once-in-a-lifetime chance!" As she said it, she unwrapped herself for him. She undid the belt that held her robe together and shrugged the garment off her shoulders. Mrs. Saunders, James' wet dream for the last two years, was standing in front of him in only her unremarkably remarkable white panties. His eyes were round as saucers as they wandered down from her tits (been there, seen that) to the large wet spot at the juncture of her thighs. She noticed his shift in focus. "Yes! I'm soaking wet. I haven't been this horny in years!" she confirmed. Jill unceremoniously pulled her panties down and before James had a chance to react, lifted one leg out of them. With the other, she scooped them up into her hand, a simple gesture which completely blew her student away as it momentarily revealed a view of her spread nether lips. You could have knocked him down with a feather. A careless underhanded flick saw Jill's panties draped on the shade of a reading lamp by the bedside. James was not given enough time to really take in the vision of the goddess before him. He was attacked by a pair of ripe slightly droopy fruit as Jill headed straight for him and pulled his head to her tits. He breathed in her cleavage as his cheeks made soft conversation with the fluffy pillows on either side. No, not tits. These were teats. James had no idea if these were C-cups or even D-cups, but he could gauge that they were perfectly hand-sized. He confirmed this by moving his hands to either side of his head and pressing them against her mammaries. He squeezed. "Fuuuuuck!" he heard from above his head. His Chemistry teacher straddled him as she climbed onto the bed on her knees. She took hold of his hands and lifted them off her breasts. Raised his arms above, she pulled his T-shirt off in one fluid motion. Smoothing his hair down, she placed the palm of her right hand on his face and gave it a shove. James fell backwards and plopped on the mattress. He heard Jill bark a laugh as his head bounced slightly. This was all too surreal. The last two minutes had been unreal, a dream-like sequence of events beyond his imagination. He laughed too. James reached up with his hands to reacquaint himself with the two delectable skins of wine in front of him. He encountered them quicker than he had anticipated as Jill was leaning forward. He wrapped his hands around her breasts angling his thumbs and forefingers on either side of her pink nipples. He brought them together and rolled her nips between them. His eyes made contact with hers and Jill, as distracted as she was, could make out just how infatuated he was with her. He was literally worshipping her with his eyes. She grinned. She scooted forward. He felt something wet brush against his navel and raised his head slightly to see what it was. Fuck! His now unquestionably favourite person in the whole world was moving up his body dragging her wet pussy over his stomach. He could feel her pubic hair clear the way for her splayed pussy lips which created a wet furrow that split his torso in half. He waited with bated breath. She had placed her hands just below his neck as she lifted her weight slightly to perform the manoeuvre. This brought her breasts together to form an impressive cleavage. James did not know where to focus--above or below. A groan from further up drew his attention to her face. His teacher's eyes were closed and her head was tilted back as she enjoyed slowly dragging herself to her chosen destination. James had now seemed to have vanished from her mind. She was interested solely in her own fulfilment. Jill placed her hands on the bed just above his head. Her pussy had reached his throat and she raised herself slightly to vault his chin. Her pussy now rested at her student's lower lip. "Open up, Sweetie," she commanded gently. He complied. He snaked his tongue out to take a cautious lick at his first pussy. Jill moved forward an inch until the centre of her sweet vulva was smack-bang on her student's mouth. Her clit rested just above his nose. James was filled with a scent that went straight to his brain. In the years to come, any fragrance that was remotely similar would immediately register as a flashback to the image of his Chemistry teacher riding his mouth, back arched, and tits oscillating slightly. Jill used her hands to push herself back until her weight rested solely on her haunches. She lowered herself further onto James' mouth until part of her weight rested on his face. "Go in, my sweet," his Norse Queen commanded again. "Time to give my equipment a thorough service." Women do have a way of making words drip with venom and he could feel the additional hate heaped on her use of "equipment". He complied again. He lapped at her pink insides for a while, alternating between kisses and slurpy sucks as he tried to drink her into his system. "Curl your tongue and go in deeper," she ordered. James was a hypnotised puppet in the hands of his mistress, under the spell of a fragrance that women have used to make men heel since the dawn of humankind. He curled his tongue to form a small penis and manoeuvred it through her velvet folds as far as it could go. She moaned. James felt a shiver of delight run through his brain knowing that he was able to pleasure Jill so. However, a small section of the same brain had still retained its wits. It registered with a certain analytical detachment that Houston had a problem. James vaguely acknowledged its presence but dismissed it for later. With his tongue now well into her pussy, Jill began to lightly hump his mouth, moving up and down, to and fro. His nose tickled her clit as she moved and this only spurred her on as her motions became faster. She was now really pressing down hard on his face and James realised belatedly that he was having trouble breathing. He could hear her puffing in rhythmic sync with her movements. He brought his hands up to cup the cheeks of her ass that were in mid-flight just below his chin in the hopes of perhaps raising her butt slightly to give himself breathing room. But he could not find enough purchase. He decided to concentrate on getting her off as quickly as possible. James brought his hands up to Jill's breasts which were floating above his face, moving around, painting small ellipses in the air with their nipples. He squeezed firmly and pinched her pink rosettes. This elicited the type of groan that he thought only pornstars made. Jill began humping him even faster exhaling in short ever-quickening bursts of air. "I'm getting closer, James!" she stated the obvious. "Keep going. Just a little longer. Just a little longer. Just a li..." she repeated, like a prayer for release. It was only a short while before it was answered. "Ohhhhh! Fuccccccck Yes!" she screamed in rapturous gratitude in a voice that he was certain had carried through to the whole neighbourhood. She continued fucking his mouth and dragging her wet pussy over his face. After a few moments, she began to slow down until she came to a gradual stop. No matter how you looked at it, Jill was now sitting on his face with her legs not taking on as much of her weight as before. Her vulva had by now completely engulfed his nose leaving him very little room to breathe. James tapped her ass a couple of times to let her know that he was suffocating--in delight, of course--under her. It took a few more seconds for her to register what he was asking. She lifted her left leg and rolled to the side. She quickly dragged a pillow and leant it against the backboard of the bed to rest against. Her legs were carelessly open and as James sucked in as much air as he could, he turned his head to the left to greet what looked like a living, breathing sea creature which had latched onto the crevice between his teacher's thighs. Her wet pussy seemed to be inhaling and exhaling after a long swim, seemingly just as tired as its owner. "That was simply the best, James," she informed him in a long drawl as she recovered. He could only nod. She snorted to herself as she realised what that mind-blowing orgasm had done to his face. She appeared to have exploded on him as everything below his eyes was wet. She noted that she'd covered parts of his nose and his left cheek with a creamy white layer of sticky goo. "I've given him a facial!" she thought. Jill couldn't stop herself from giggling. She hadn't felt like this for years. "My darling, darling Coco!" she cooed, leaning forward and bending over him. James thought that she was about to kiss him. Instead she proceeded to slurp his nose up and then lick his cheeks. Her face was at a right angle to his and he used his right hand to direct her head lip-wards. He kissed his second teacher in two days. Parfum Ch. 03 After a while, he suggested, "Wouldn't it be a good idea to lie down for a while?" A moment later, Jill leaned toward her left and rested her head on a pillow. "Lie down with me, James," she said, tugging at his arm. Er. James hadn't intended for both of them to lie down. He needed to learn how to frame his suggestions correctly. Right now though, he didn't want to push his fragile teacher too much. Getting up off the bed he lifted her feet and placed them on the bed. He then walked across to the other side of the bed and clambered on. He lay himself down self-consciously suddenly shy to be naked next to Jill. She was now lying on her side and reached out behind herself to locate his hand. Once she found it, she pulled it across her waist and the rest of his body followed. James shifted closer to her, nuzzling her hair. Even now, she smelt wonderful. While his chest was tight against her back, he made sure that his dick did not come into contact her butt. The last thing he wanted to do was to remind her of his failure. But he was thankful that he at least had a plan. Jill's sobs appeared to have eased and all he could hear was the occasional sniffle. He suggested in her ear that it would be prudent to get some sleep as things usually become better after a good nap. It sounded corny but it appeared to do the trick. A few minutes later, he could sense from her breathing that she was dozing. She still had her hand on top of his and it had somehow moved to rest below her left breast. He waited for a few more minutes before extricating himself from her. Walking around to the other side of the bed, he slipped back into his boxers and shorts. As he did, he admired Jill's magnificent sleeping form. Fuck! She looked like a painting. But he so wanted to ease those creases of discomfort from between her eyes. James hurried downstairs to where he had left his backpack. Parfum Ch. 04 All characters are over the age of 18. All the science in this story is utter bunk. This series of stories involves a very slow build-up which is just the way I like it. This is also my first attempt at writing fiction. Be warned, impatient ones! I appreciate all the encouraging comments for all chapters so far and the feedback e-mail too! Thank you :) They make my day! Parfum Ch. 04 "Almost there! Almost there!" she announced. Jill face was pressed on her side and both her hands were now on his butt holding on for dear life. She pulled his cheeks apart as she lunged upwards with her groin, cresting the final peak. A long throaty moan escaped her lips as she held her waist a few inches above the bed, orgasm exploding within her. The dam had burst and she felt the reservoir release. James felt Jill orgasm as her pussy clenched onto his fingers. He had brought the sample bottle further up to collect as much love juice as he could. But he suddenly felt a weak pressure not inside the vagina, but on his thumb which was still pressed against her clitoris. A brief stream of clear fluid escaped from beneath it and he hurried to collect that in his bottle as well. "What the fuck was that?!" he thought to himself as he used his thumb to milk the clit. Jill slowly came down from her high. She felt herself begin to cry again, only this time, it was pure emotional release. She kissed James' dick as a thank you and sucked it for good measure. Laying back completely flat against the bed, she recovered her breath. Wondering when she had last experienced two orgasms in a single day, she idly caressed her lover's ass cheeks as she wondered what he was doing still fiddling around her nethers. But she didn't really care. If the orgasm earlier in the day--when she had just about raped James--was good, this was simply magnificent. After a few moments of meditation, Jill realised that James hadn't orgasmed even once today. A little nodule of worrying guilt crept into her mind, but was soon replaced by a sense of trust and faith in her student. His dick was still reasonably hard, which was a little surprising, and she began to slowly suck on it again. Parfum Ch. 04 James realised that he should reciprocate somehow, but he was in too much pain to think straight. He simply nodded. Jill was about to say something else. But she stood up instead and held out her hand. "You're probably hungry and tired. But I want to get you home before your parents begin to worry about you." Knees cracking ominously, James clasped her hand and rose up. Jill went back into the kitchen and returned with his bag. She also had something else in her hand. "Here's something to remember me by," she said, as she handed over the small bottle containing her juices. She had refrigerated it like any good scientist would. He blushed as he took the bottle from her and pocketed it. She led him to her car and strapped him in before setting off towards his house. She was thoughtful as she navigated her Elantra out of her suburb. "Please soak yourself in a tub of warm water tonight. You are pretty bruised," she instructed him. "I already have," she added grimly. "If you feel any sharp pains tomorrow, especially in your head, visit a doctor without fail." "Also, avoid taking your shirt off for a few days. I know that it's going to be tough what with your date with Arlene tomorrow and all," she noted, grinning at him. James looked at her sharply and winced as his neck muscles complained. "Careful!" she cautioned. "I only know that because she messaged you an hour or so ago. Be sure to reply before you go to sleep." A few minutes later, they had arrived at James' street. He asked her to stop a few houses away and unbuckled himself. "Goodnight, Jill. Take care," he said as he got out of the car. "Wait!" she exclaimed as she unbuckled herself. She reached across and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks again. Do you want to come by my house on Saturday night? We should talk once you have recovered." He nodded and squeezed her knee as he exited the vehicle. He waved as she turned around and headed back. A picture of Frank whipping her with his belt flashed in his mind as he dragged his battered and bruised body home. Parfum Ch. 05 All characters are over the age of 18. All the science in this story is utter bunk. This series of stories involves a very slow build-up which is just the way I like it. This is also my first attempt at writing fiction. Be warned, impatient ones! Thank you for all your feedback. They make me feel warm and fuzzy. And apologies for the delay :( Real life and all that ... Parfum Ch. 05 The thought of Brenda's ass-pounding suddenly reminded Frank of that kid's ass pumping into Jill. Motherfucking bastard. FUCK! He should have killed that little shit right then and there. But that thought triggered an image of Jill standing over him like a she-wolf guarding her cub. Completely naked, her hair dishevelled, a look of ferocious rage on her face, and a broken bottle in her hand, she had seemed like a completely crazy person. Frank shuddered. He put his glass down and stubbed his cigarette out. He really needed to do something. Rising up, he walked over to the bed, shucking his shorts along the way. Brenda had probably been beautiful when she was younger. But now she seemed to wear a mask of dissatisfaction all the time, even when she was asleep, as she was now. He pulled down the sheet that was covering her to reveal her body, clad in only a paid of thin panties. Her ass was her best attribute, meaty with a jiggle that created small waves whenever he slammed into her. That image got Frank hard again and he got onto the bed to straddle the bitch. Yanking her panties down, he spread her cheeks apart. There it was, an inflamed circle of tightness. He stretched over to the bedside table and retrieved the bottle of KY that he'd used earlier and coated his cock lightly with a finger of the stuff. That should do. After all, it was more fun when she jerked around trying to get him out. He spread Brenda's cheeks again and spat on her asshole. Lining up his dick at the entrance, he pushed in. But there was no give. He pressed a little firmly and was a little more successful with part of his head going through. Brenda whined in her sleep, a complaining tone that reminded Frank of Jill. Fuck this shit! He spread the bitch's cheeks as far apart as he could and slammed home in one thrust. Brenda screamed. Parfum Ch. 06 All characters are over the age of 18. All the science in this story is utter bunk. This series of stories involves a very slow build-up which is just the way I like it. This is also my first attempt at writing fiction (and I can tell you that it's hard work!). So be warned, impatient ones! Parfum Ch. 06 James wished he could do more. But he was already at full stretch reaching over to Joanne's seat. He'd only chosen the car (and the drive-in, for that matter) as he wanted a modicum of privacy when he used Adam on her. He had not really planned on anything sexual happening tonight between him and Joanne. He'd only wanted to test embedding suggestions into her mind & getting data on their retention capabilities. His dick thought otherwise and was now desperately seeking attention. But it would have to wait. He bent his middle finger and pushed Joanne's panties to the side before sinking it right into her molten hole. "OH FUCK!" she yelled. "SSHHHHHH!" he whispered heatedly. James looked nervously outside the car to see if anyone had heard her. As a precaution, he withdrew his finger from her quim and raised both the windows of the car. He grabbed a hold of Joanne's nearest leg and dragged it towards him, effectively rotating her in her seat. He pushed his own seat back and turned around himself with one of his legs folded beneath the other. She was now leaning on her door and facing him with her legs on either side of the stick shift in between their seats. He pushed her thighs together before reaching under her dress and grabbing her panties. He began to drag them down and Joanne obliged him by raising her butt slightly and joining her feet. Once she'd raised herself, James yanked them down forcefully and rolled them off her bare feet. He spent a second feeling the garment; it was certainly the first pair of panties that he'd ever removed off a girl. He looked up to see Joanne looking at him in a daze. Checking his stopwatch, he noted that she'd been under for only around 6 minutes. Going by his data, he still had at least 4 minutes before Adam's intrinsic effects began wearing off. But this was a stronger dose. So he probably had a bit longer. She looked so ... wanton, splayed as she was against the door with her legs spread. Her dress was bunched up at her waist and her bare butt was now resting on the seat. James felt his way around her junction before sticking his middle finger back into her slick vagina and pushing it in as deep as it could go. That elicited an explosion of breath from his classmate. "Masturbate for me, Joanne!" he ordered. His voice seemed really loud now that the sounds of the movie were significantly muffled by the glass. Joanne resumed rubbing on her clit while he sawed his finger in and out of her juicy teen snatch. Her smell was pleasantly overpowering in the closed confines of the car. Her short breaths were now keeping time with his movements while her fingers played a peripheral role as she rubbed her pussy's little hood. He added another finger into her hole drawing another moan. Rather than keeping the two fingers together, he spread them as wide apart as he could and began vigorously scissoring through the most intimate part of her body. Her breaths had now turned to grunts as she was pushed back and forth by the force of his thrusts. James realised that the car was also rocking slightly. It was probably not noticeable in the dimness of the outside, but he could feel a gentle oscillation as his fingers went in and then came out of Joanne's molten passage. She'd stopped diddling herself now and chose to hold onto the seat instead to provide a stable base. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" she cried in perfect rhythm as she neared her crest. Her date increased the speed of his finger-fucking as he heard the pitch of her cries go up which only resulted in it rising up even further. His long fingers were still spread out slightly as he rotated them, covering every inch inside her orifice. He suddenly slid his free hand up her dress and leaned forward until it had reached her small breast. He slipped his fingers under her bra and squeezed, his hand full of her tit. Joanne came right then. "Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm cumming. I'm CUMMING! I'm CUMMING!" she screamed as her vagina clenched around the fingers of his lower hand. He felt it growing wetter as his date orgasmed and stuck his fingers up her canal for one last plunge and held it deep within her. James was panting himself as he leaned forward, his own cock throbbing inside his pants, a caged animal waiting to be freed. The contractions around his hand slowed after a few seconds and eventually stopped. His classmate was panting too, her chest rising and falling against his hand. A headlight of a car driving in or out of the park briefly illuminated the vehicle and displayed his date in all her exposed glory, squatting on the passenger seat, shielding her eyes from the light, legs outspread. Her skin, now bare all the way to one of her breasts, glistened, covered as it was, by a sheen of perspiration. He could see one of his hands reverse-cupping a breast while the other was wet, stuck up her cunt. She had no pubic hair at all and he could clearly see her clitoris breathing with a life of its own above his thumb. James removed both of his hands and placed them on her thighs as he leaned down and ran his tongue from the bottom of Joanne's slit right to the top until the tip of his tongue was lodged beneath the hood of Joanne's clitoris. She tasted nothing like Jill, far saltier but with a less viscous texture. She groaned. "No more, James. No more," she pleaded, pushing his head away from her pussy. James rose up and grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on his dash. He wiped his fingers on one and gave Joanne a couple before using another to lightly blot her pussy, absorbing the wetness. He then used it to also dry the upholstered seat below, but knew that the wet patch would probably leave a light stain there. He looked at his stopwatch. The luminous dial reckoned that it had been close to 11 minutes since she had gone under. He looked up to see Joanne leaning back against the door looking at him. His dick was screaming for release. But other matters needed to be handled before he addressed that. He pulled the front of her dress down to cover her and ran his hand up and down her thigh. "Meet me tomorrow at 11. Wear something red in colour and mismatched socks," he instructed. He told her to meet him at the same park where Jill had met him only a few hours ago. He repeated the experiment as a suggestion rather than an instruction for good measure. "So, did you enjoy yourself?" he asked. Joanne gave him a wan smile. "That was great. Thanks," she replied sincerely, turning back to face the front of the car. She adjusted her dress and tied her shoes back on. In the low light in the car, James couldn't gauge when Joanne would recover from Adam. He couldn't really check her pupils for dilation. She seemed to be breathing calmly now and appeared to be gathering her wits to an extent. James sighed. The first part of his agenda for Joanne was done. The next would have to wait until the next day. Parfum Ch. 06 "Hi!" she greeted him shyly as she stood up. "Hi, Arlene," he replied, bending down to give her a quick hug. He felt her tense in his arms, but she returned the hug with a quick clasp of his arms. "How are you?" he asked. "I'm fine," she replied. "You?" "I'm great. Shall we get some coffee?" Arlene nodded her head. They spent some time at a noisy café just talking and deciding what to do. While Arlene wasn't as shy as she was in school, she was still very self-conscious and slow to open up to him. After some probing, he was surprised to learn that she was actually half-Korean and not Chinese. Both her parents had died in a car accident when she was 2 and she was being raised by her aunt who had married a Chinese man. The whole set up sounded complicated. The decision was finally made to go bowling and then maybe check out the new karaoke joint that had opened up. Karaoke was actually Arlene's idea and sounded like pure hell to James. But it was perfect for his plans and he reluctantly agreed.