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Homeschooled Ch. 01

By: Goldeniangel



It would have never happened if not for her tutor. Or, better to say, it would have never happened if her parents had not hired the particular tutor that they did. Becky Herson had been schooled by tutors all of her life, a sheltered only child, daughter of rich but insular parents. She never attended any public school or belonged to any teams, she was kept at home on a carefully monitored computer and television. Her best friend was her cousin Margaret, because Aunt Cecily also did not approve of her daughter being exposed to the world. They didn't really have any choice but to be best friends, because they never got to meet anyone outside of their family. Even on Sundays, they would gather together as a family and Becky's Father would lead the prayers.

When she turned eighteen, Becky's parents quietly started talking about looking for a nice young man to introduce her to, the kind of young man that they could approve of and who whose parents had similar views to theirs. They didn't mean for it to be an arranged marriage of course, Becky would have to meet him and fall in love, but how could she not if they chose the right young man? In the meantime, there was the question of her continued schooling, and for that a new slew of tutors was hired, one of them was Mike Troy.

What Becky's parents didn't know was that Mike Troy, a fairly handsome man in his thirties, had a penchant for seducing his students - those that were of age at any rate - and while he was a first class tutor of biology, he had also never failed to seduce a student that he desired. In setting him over Becky, a complete innocent when it came to men and yet also a total romantic because of all the movies she'd watched, her parents set up an explosive situation.

It didn't take long for Mike Troy to realize exactly how innocent and sheltered Becky was, and to realize how easy it would be to take advantage of the very shelter that her parents had kept her under. For Becky's part, she was already intrigue by Mr. Troy's dark charismatic eyes and the slightly predatory gleam in them as he looked at her. Mr. Troy was the youngest tutor her parents had ever given her, although she'd had male tutors before they'd all been in their fifties or sixties, hardly the thing of female fantasies. 

But Mr. Troy... although he was older than her, he was handsome. Maybe not movie star handsome, but certainly more handsome than any of the men she'd seen in real life, which mostly consisted of her father's business partners who occasionally would come to dine at the house. When he was tutoring her, and would lean over her shoulder to look at her work, she could feel her pulse beating faster as his breath touched her neck... sometimes he would lay a hand on her shoulder and she felt sure that something more was supposed to happen, but it never did. 

His lessons were her favorite.

For Mike Troy's part, he realized exactly the effect he was having on the wriggly little blonde, and marveled that her parents could have kept her in such a perfectly sheltered state, absolutely the prime condition for getting whatever he wanted from her. Although it had been suppressed by her upbringing, there was passion and curiosity filling her young body, a dangerous combination even for a girl who knew what she was doing. And Becky certainly didn't. 

It all came to a head one day when her mother was out shopping and at the spa, and no one was home during her school day, they were discussing the reproductive systems of animals.

Becky found it incredibly boring, but at the same time she couldn't help wondering why her parents never let her learn about anything to do with humans, only plants and animals. She gathered her nerve and asked the same question she had of her prune-faced biology teacher that she'd had when she was fifteen.

"Mr. Troy, what about the human reproductive system?" 

He paused, his fingers resting lightly on the diagram of a pig in front of her, "What about it?" he asked back.

Feeling slightly more confident, since he hadn't just slapped her down for the question, Becky persisted, "We've talked about plants, and animals, and now we're talking about a pig, but I know nothing about humans. Other than what I've seen in the movies."

Mr. Troy sat back with a slight smile, "Well, there's a lot of similarities between all mammalians, especially when it comes to the reproductive system. The biggest difference between human and mammal is that humans will engage in sexual behavior for pleasure, rather than just for reproductive purposes."

Becky blushed, "I've seen that in movies. I just don't know what happens, it always fades to black."

He laughed, "The same things happens as does with animals."

"But I have different body parts than an animal," Becky persisted, "And like you just said," she blushed ever harder, "humans engage in sexual behavior for pleasure, and I don't know anything about how that's different from animals."

Mike Troy paused for a moment, letting silence hang in the air as the young blonde's blush deepened. Although he never let his eyes linger on her chest, he could see that she was breathing heavily, her breasts straining against the buttons of her blouse. 

"I'm not sure that's the type of thing your parents would like you to learn from me," he told her, "We're much better off sticking to learning that won't get me fired."

"Mom's not home," Becky said in a rush, hope rising in her chest that for once she might actually learn something interesting, "And I won't tell, I promise. I would never get you fired, you're my favorite teacher, and especially not for something that I asked you to teach me."

"Ah." he said smiling at her, getting to his feet, "Well as long as you're sure."

"I am," she responded, eagerly, her heart fluttering impatiently inside her chest. She felt for sure she was going to burst with her eagerness. 

"Stand up then," he told her, still smiling, the predator was in his dark eyes, and she immediately came to her feet at his command. Mr. Troy walked around the desk, still smiling at her and she felt her breath catch in her throat as he came to stand in front of her. 

"We'll start with the basics," he said, and he reached up and cupped her breasts through her blouse, squeezing gently, "I don't have a diagram for humans so I'm just going to have to use ourselves. These are breasts."

"I know that," Becky said quietly, her eyes slightly glazed as her body registered the feel of hands gently massaging her breasts, making her shudder slightly. It felt very strange to have someone else touching her there, and yet so good too. Completely different then washing herself in the shower. 

"Hush," he told her, "I'm teaching." and he started squeezing and rubbing her breasts a little harder, making the girl take a deep shuddering breath as she thrust her chest out a little further at him, "Breasts produce milk which are used to feed babies, however, they are also used in sexual stimulation to ready the female for sex."

Becky let out a little moan as his hands squeezed harder, it was true, as he massaged her breasts she could feel an ache growing between her legs even though he hadn't touched anywhere near there. It felt odd to be looking up at him when he was so close, and the gleam in his eye scared her a little even as it sent tingles through her body, so she closed her eyes. Then there was nothing but the sensation of his hands on her breasts, massaging, and she moaned a little louder.

Mike Troy let go of her left breast, trailing the fingers of her right hand across the swell of her mound, even as his left hand continued to squeeze and massage. He reached the top button of her blouse and started to undo them. Becky's breath caught, in fear and excitement as she realized that he was undressing her. She almost wanted to stop him, but his fingers brushing against the bare skin of her collarbone as he unbuttoned her top buttons made her knees go weak and she realized that she didn't want to stop him at all. 

With her blouse half unbuttoned, he dipped his hands into her shirt and bra, pulling her breasts free of confinement as he continued to squeeze and stroke them. Becky thought she would die from the pleasure of his hands on her bare skin, a much more intense feeling than through the layers of clothing. She didn't even realize that she was now leaning back against the table, gripping it to keep her balance, legs spread and chest thrust out, the very picture of a desirous slut.

"These are nipples," Mr. Troy lectured, as he pinched the delicate buds, and Becky gasped as electric shocks seemed to travel through her, straight to her groin. Mr. Troy started to tug and twist gently, making her roll her hips and moan, all unknowingly, "They are used for feeding young, however when engaged in sexual activity they are also used to pleasure the female. While young suckle to gain nourishment, the nipples may also be suckled for enjoyment."

And to make his point, he leaned forward and pulled one rosy bud into his mouth, continuing to pinch and twist the other with his fingers. Becky's body jerked as his lips closed over her nipple, his tongue flicking against his as his teeth bit down gently. Her long sighing moan was accompanied by her hips thrusting forward, her body aching for more, until she couldn't even think anymore. She was an unfulfilled creature of sensation, desperately yearning for something she didn't recognize. Mike Troy rolled the nipple between his teeth, feeling the pulse of her body, the sexual heat rising from her. With her legs spread, she practically humped the air, pushing her chest into his face.

Pulling back he switched nipples, his mouth engulfing the other as his fingers played with the slickly wet one he'd just teased with his tongue. Becky's head fell back and shook back and forth, her breath coming in pants as he bit and sucked at her nipple, her fingers dug into the desk in frustration... she knew there was more but she didn't know what.

It took her a moment to realize that Mr. Troy was no longer sucking on her nipple, instead his fingers were sliding down her belly, her blouse now completely unbuttoned, as his lecture continued. He knelt down and slid his hand up her inner thigh, making her want to squeal as she gripped the desk for support.

With her skirt around her waist, he stood up, sliding his hand into her panties as the other continued to toy with her nipple.

"You can tell that a woman is ready to engaged in sexual activity by the secretions of her body, which lubricate the entry and allow for easy passage by the male. However, at this point, intercourse is not actually necessary for pleasure. There are other ways of enjoying sexual pleasure, such as manual masturbation."

And to prove his point, his fingers slid between the slick folds of her vagina, the heel of his palm pressing against her clit, and Becky let out a low keening sound as she shook with the effort of standing. Releasing her breast, Mr. Toy wrapped his arm around her, holding her up by her waist as his other hand started working between her legs. One finger slipped easily inside her body, followed by a second, and Becky gave a groan at the intrusion.

They felt so strange, but so right, her entire body was on fire, and she was holding onto her tutor, with her eyes half closed, as his fingers pushed in and out of her, in a steady rhythm. His breath was hot on her neck, as his palm pressed against her clit, rubbing while his fingers moved inside of her. A crescendo of fiery need bubbled from between her legs, up to her aching breasts, and out of her throat as her body tightened, she gripped his shoulders hard, clinging as sanity and conscious thought fled in the face of pulsing physical ecstasy.

Mr. Troy's arm was like a bar around her middle, holding her as wave after wave of pleasure ran rampant through her entire body, the kind of which she'd never experienced before. Her pussy locked down on his fingers, she shook with fluttering shocks of intense electricity, and it went on and on and on.

Finally Mr. Troy let his fingers slow, and Becky let out a low groan in her throat, sagging in his arm as he slid the digits from her body, wiping them on her soaking panties. 

"And that is one way that sexual pleasure can be achieved," he said, as he helped her to her seat. Becky sat there dazed. Although his cock was aching in his pants, he knew now was not the time to press her further. Let her come to him. "I think that's all for today, I know you have a lot to assimilate. I'll see you on Wednesday."

Becky just stared blankly up at him as he smiled down at her, her body still heavy in the afterglow of the first orgasm of her life.

Homeschooled Ch. 02



On Wednesday Becky didn't know what to expect. She nervously changed her clothes about 14 times before her lesson, finally settling on a button down shirt and a skirt that wasn't too short. Just above her knees. Feeling incredibly naughty, she decided not to put any panties on.

However, the beginning of her lesson was an extreme disappointment. Mr. Troy didn't refer to anything that had happened on Monday, in fact he didn't seem to even look at her in the same way. He just blandly lectured on and on about zygotes until she wanted to scream at him. All she could think about was the way his hands had felt on her breasts, the way his fingers had felt inside her, and she squirmed in her seat wishing that she'd worn panties because she could feel fluid on the very tops of her thighs and knew she was getting wet.

If she'd known the thoughts going through Mike Troy's head she probably would've felt much better, he was nowhere near as indifferent to the buxom young blonde as he was pretending. On the other hand, he wanted to make sure there was no way that she was going to tell her parents, and that meant that she had to be complicit in their trysts - he needed her to start this one.

"Any questions?" He asked, as they finished the chapter in her book.

Becky shook her head. He smiled at her, "Then go ahead and start the work on your workbook."

She ground her teeth as she bent her head to her work, wishing that he'd do something. It was as if Monday had never happened, and she wasn't learning anything interesting! Mr. Troy walked around behind her, looking over her shoulder as she worked. It wasn't the first time he'd done that, but it was certainly the first time she was so aware of him behind her, she could practically feel the heat from his body reverberating through her.

What she didn't know was that his position was also giving him a wonderful view of her cleavage, teasing himself almost as much as she felt she was.

Becky wanted him to put his hands on her shoulders and slide them down the front of her shirt and make her feel all the things that she'd felt on Monday. She wanted him to pull her from the chair and turn her around and kiss her passionately, to press his hand between her thighs and slide his fingers into the wetness that was making her squirm. And all he did was stand there! Looking over her shoulder at her schoolwork!

Finally she couldn't take it anymore. Setting her pencil down she looked up at him, direct and forward, "Actually, Mr. Troy, I do have a question."

"Yes Miss Herson?" he smiled down at her, his lips curving in a way that made her heart beat faster as she remembered them wrapped around her strawberry nipple.

"I'm not sure I understood all of the lesson at the end of Monday," she said, heat filling her cheeks as she blushed, "Especially when you said that manual masturbation was just one way that humans achieve sexual pleasure, does that mean there are other ways?"

Mr. Troy smiled at her, "Absolutely, there are many ways, but I'm really not sure this is appropriate for me to be teaching you."

"Please," she pleaded, the word falling from her lips, and then she blushed even harder to realize she was begging, but that didn't stop her, "I really want to learn everything you have to teach me."

He stepped back and Becky immediately stood, heat filling her cheeks and between her legs with excitement, her eyes glowed with anticipatory pleasure.

"Let's start with a review," He said. Without him even doing anything, Becky fumbled at the buttons to her blouse, Mike Troy smiled at the young woman's eagerness. This was even easier than any of his other conquests, there were sexual depths to Becky Herson that he very much looked forward to awakening. As she started to reach behind her back to undo her bra, shirt open to display the pale pink curves of fabric wrapped around her luscious breasts, Mike Troy stepped forward and she froze. 

He gripped each breast in a hand, rubbing his thumb along the top edge, just barely touching her skin. Becky took a quick inhale, pushing her chest out at him, trying to feel more of his fingers against her skin. Quick as a whip, Mike Troy had his hands inside her bra and scooped her delectable breasts out, so that they were propped up on the bra. His hands caressing her bare breasts, rubbing against her nipples, made Becky feel like swooning, and she leaned back against the desk, head back as she panted with pleasure.

With her legs slightly spread, breasts held on perky display like her bra, blonde hair falling down her back, and her blouse hanging open she was an incredibly display of young sluttiness. Mike Troy couldn't believe his luck that she was a complete innocent, her reactions to everything he did made her a born whore. Cupping her breasts he leaned forward and licked at her nipples at Becky made soft mewling sounds, her ass rubbing against the table and she shuddered with pleasure.

Seductively he lowered one hand to the hem of her skirt and started the slide it up the inside of her thigh. He was absolutely shocked to find wetness before he was even within inches of her pussy... the little minx wasn't wearing panties! His cock surged in his pants, wanting to burrow into the downy wet softness between her legs, demanding to be satiated immediately. It was obvious that she wanted it, he thought she would probably open her entire body to him already, but he always thought it better to play safe than sorry. 

Pinching her nipple he began to tease his fingers along her folds, Becky moaned and gyrated her hips with his movements, clutching harder at the desk to keep her upright as her weak knees threatened to crumble. She felt like she was on fire between her legs, sweet wet loveliness that allowed his fingers to slide all around her innermost parts. Mr. Troy slid two fingers inside of her, twisting her nipple at the same time, and she gasped and shuddered at the alternating waves of pain and pleasure that collided and mingled in her body, thrusting her hips and breasts forward with her need.

"There is manual manipulation for pleasure, when practiced on a female it is usually referred to as fingering," Mr. Troy's smooth voice seemed to coat the exposed parts of her body, as his fingers moved back and forth inside of her tightness, spreading her open while cooler air pressed against the heated folds of her vagina. She whimpered as his other hand switched breasts, rubbing and playing with her neglected nipple, further manipulating her body in heady rushes of sensation.

"And sometimes," Mike Troy continued, "Two parties will exchange pleasures." He slid his fingers back out of her pussy, and began to rub them along the outer rim of her labia, teasing her clit, "Would you like to exchange pleasure, Becky?"

Lost in her need, feeling herself close to the peak of her hot need, Becky nodded, she wanted to do anything! She felt keen disappointment as Mr. Troy stepped back, moving away from her body, and then a thrill of excitement as he started to undo his pants.

"Get on your knees, Miss Herson," he gently ordered her, as he pulled his throbbing cock from his pants. Her eyes were wide as she obeyed, locked onto her first example of a penis, "This is a penis," he said as he fisted it, slowly moving his hand up and down the length of it, "Also known as a dick or a cock. There are many euphemisms for it, but those will do for now."

He stepped forward so that his cock was in front of her face, the large hard looking hot, red and angry. Becky almost wanted to blow cool air onto it, just to see what would happen. 

"See what I'm doing?" he asked her, "That's manual masturbation for a man, but a woman can do it as well for him. Go ahead, place your hand here and do just what I've been doing." Hesitantly Becky lifted her hand up and placed it on Mr. Troy's shaft, wrapping her hand around his cock. Her eyes got even wider as she began to move her fist up and down the length of flesh, it was so hard and yet so soft at the same time. It felt like iron under her hand, but the skin was smooth and soft, especially around the end of it.

Mr. Troy groaned a little and pumped his hips forward, and Becky felt a small surge of power rush through her. She was hot and bothered between her legs still, but maybe now she was making Mr. Troy feel that way too! Squeezing a little harder, she pumped a little faster, running her fingers all the way from the tip of his cock to the base and back up. Groaning he wrapped one of his hands in her hair, the other reaching down to squeeze and twist her nipples again. She whimpered at his finger's sharp pinch, much harder than he'd been doing before, but it felt good too, electricity running from her nipple to the center of her vagina.

Her own hand began to move faster, in time with his hips and the tugs he was giving her nipple, she looked up at him, watching mesmerized as he moaned and moved above her. She was doing to him exactly what he'd been doing to her! It was power and his fingers that fueled her lust now, knowing that she had such control over his body and how he felt, that she could do this to him.

For his part Mike Troy was a little surprised at how fast she'd gotten the basic idea, pleased with how good her hand felt as it moved up and down his shaft, and a little frustrated because he wanted to get off NOW and her inexperienced hand wasn't quite sending him over the edge.

Moving his hand off her breast, he gripped the hair at the very back of her head, right above her neck, tilting her head back as he whispered, "Open your mouth."

Shocked, Becky unthinkingly did as she was told, his hand grasped his cock below hers and pushed hers off of it, he started jerking off much faster and harder than she had been doing for him, the head of his cock pointed unerringly at her mouth. In that moment Becky realized that she had much less control over the situation than he did, her brief moment of power over him was an illusion. Now he held her head securely in place, her mouth was open for no reason other than he'd told her to, and her own hand was between her legs, rubbing her vagina in the same rhythm he was fisting his cock.

With a grunt, Mike Troy's hips jerked forward and he began to shoot ropey streams of cum on and between Becky's lips. She tried to jerk back in surprise, but his hand wrapped in her hair at the base of her neck held her tight in place as spurt after spurt of cum fell onto her tongue. Convulsively, she swallowed the sweetly bitter stuff, her mouth still wide until his grip on her hair loosened.

Looking down at the surprised and confused young blonde, kneeling in front of him, one hand pressed underneath her skirt, Mike Troy smiled and said "Very good." 

Becky felt a rush of pleasure at his compliment, and a rush of tingling excitement when he said, "Now it's your turn."



Homeschooled Ch. 03



Becky's body was hot and flushed as Mr. Troy had her lay down on the table, sliding the text books and papers to the other side. With her shirt open and bra pulled down under her breasts, the creamy mounds were completely on display and her hard nipples were pointed at the ceiling. 

She moaned as his finger slid up her wet slit. Mr. Troy knew exactly how to stroke the sensitive folds of her pussy, how to tease her swollen clit so that she was whimpering and shivering with how much she wanted the explosive pleasure that he'd begun to teach her about. 

The slightly bitter taste of his seed was still on her tongue, and she couldn't help but be aroused by that too. She wanted him to touch her, teach her... it was forbidden and that just made it more exciting. Because of his resistance, she knew that these lessons were something she could never tell her parents about. These were the things they didn't want her to know about, why they'd kept her away from boys. It only made her want to know more. Especially because Mr. Troy made it feel so good.

His finger slid into her tight sheath, probing the inside of her vagina, and she gasped, hips bucking. "Yes, Mr. Troy, please, more!"

The low, deep chuckle rasped along her nerves. "You're such a good student, Becky. I'm going to show you another way that a woman can be pleasured, it's called oral stimulation."

Sitting down at the table, he pulled his finger away from her pussy, making her pout. She gasped as he gripped her hips and yanked, dragging her body across the hard wooden surface quickly, until her bottom was at the very edge of the table and she had to put her legs over his shoulders, resting her feet on the back of his chair. Looking down her body, she could see all of her clothing bunched around her middle, her pink nipples standing at rigorous attention, as Mr. Troy smiled at her between her thighs. Her body clenched. His dark eyes and dark hair stood in contrast to the blonde curls on her mound, his tanned skin looking even darker against her pale thighs.

Keeping his eyes trained on hers, he leaned forward and opened his mouth. Becky gasped, her muscles going rigid as his tongue swiped up the center of her pussy. It felt like the lips of her labia quivered at his touch, her body producing another wave of creamy feminine arousal. She gripped the edge of the table, unsure of what to do with her hands but needing to grab and hold onto something, because it felt like she was about to go careening off into space. 

Being so exposed in front of him, knowing that he was able to see every part of her intimately, was incredibly exciting. 

For his part, Mr. Troy marveled at the pent-up passion in his young student. She was easily one of the most incredible finds, and he considered it a great pity that her overly controlling parents had stifled her to such a great extent. Why, if it wasn't for him, who knew whether or not she would have ever discovered the joys that her body could bring her?

The taste of her virginal pussy was sweet and tart, very much like the young woman in question. She writhed as he tongued her, teasing her, using every bit of his skill to stoke her fires. Already she was addicted to the pleasure that he could give her, and he enjoyed expanding her horizons. Watching her pretty breasts bounce and jiggle as she squirmed against his mouth, he had another flash of desire.

"Play with your breasts," he said, moving his mouth away from her sweet pussy just long enough to give her the order. "Pinch your nipples."

Becky whimpered as she moved her hands to do what he'd told her to. It felt different from when he'd touched her breasts, but it excited her even more to know that he was watching as she played with the soft mounds. Pinching her nipples, she moaned as she tightened her grip until it hurt... but the hurt felt so good. A stinging counterpoint to the growing pleasure in the lower half of her body.

It felt like she was on fire between her legs, a burning need that made her mindless, driving all thoughts from her brain. Even if her parents came home right now and walked in on her and Mr. Troy, she wouldn't want him to stop. In fact, the idea that they might be caught just ramped her up even more. She'd always been such a good girl, doing everything her parents had asked of her, but now that she was being bad... it felt so, so good. 

Pulling on her nipples, harder and harder, as Mr. Troy licked and teased her, Becky's hips were moving up and down, trying to rub her pussy against his face. Placing his hands over her stomach, he pressed down, forcibly holding her lower body in position as he assaulted her sensitive pussy with his mouth. Becky cried out, trying to writhe and found that she was unable to.

"Please, Mr. Troy," she begged, arching and panting. "Please, I need to cum... I need to... oh god, please..." His tongue was bringing her closer and closer to the edge, until he suddenly sucked her clit into his mouth and she screamed as the ecstasy overtook her.

Her fingers tightened on her nipples, turning their tips so pale pink they were nearly white, as her orgasm crashed through her, running riot along her nerve endings. Becky writhed, her legs kicking and heels digging into Mr. Troy's back as he sucked hard and long on her clit, forcing her to ride out wave after wave of intense climax. Tears leaked from her eyes until she was breathless and twitching, her hands falling away from her breasts in exhaustion. Mr Troy's tongue resumed the long licks up and down her pussy, making her shudder every time he returned to tease her swollen clit, as little aftershocks of orgasm trickled through her.

"That was... that was amazing," she whispered.

Mr. Troy chuckled. "You're quite an amazing young woman, Becky." There was utter sincerity in his voice. Out of all the students he'd had over the years, he already knew that Becky was going to be his favorite. Her nubile young body, her eager curiosity, and her innate passion were going to make her his star pupil.

Allowing her legs to slide down from his shoulders, he helped her to sit up. Her thighs were on the outside of his, her breasts hanging out of her shirt, and she looked utterly delicious and rumpled. Mr. Troy began combing his fingers through the blonde strands of her hair, settling it back into place as she gazed up at him, starry-eyed. 

"Mr. Troy... why wouldn't my parents want me to know about this?" she asked, waving her hand between the two of them as she blushed.

The tutor chuckled. "You can't even use the words to ask, and you wonder why? A lot of people think that pleasure between a man and a woman isn't something to speak of in polite company. Others think that it should only be shared between a man and his wife. If you had gone through regular schooling, you would have at least had lessons in human reproduction, although I doubt they would have been anything like this."

His dark eyes glinted at her, and Becky's cheeks warmed. She liked sharing this special time with him. After all, none of the other tutors her parents had gotten for her had ever taken the time to see her as a person. Mr. Troy seemed to peer into the inner recesses of her mind, bringing out parts of her that she hadn't even known existed. 

She couldn't help but resent her parents a little for always keeping her cooped up and away from society at large. When she was younger, she'd watched enough regular television shows to know that most kids went to school. Most kids had more than one friend - and their friend wasn't their cousin. Not that she didn't love her cousin, but it had been rather lonely growing up. 

Now she had Mr. Troy too, and he was showing her the most amazing things. Opening her eyes to a whole new world that she was pretty certain her parents would have kept hidden from her. Well, now she had her own secret and she loved it.

"Can we have more lessons like this?" she asked, as he pulled her bra back over her breasts and did up the front of her shirt. 

"If you wish," he said, but the smile that he gave her said that he liked her brazenness. Becky smiled back at him, feeling happy and warm inside, and oh-so-satisfied. Between her legs, her pussy still felt wet and sensitive, and her nipples were a bit sore as they rubbed against the inside of her bra, but she felt wonderful. "Only if you keep up with all of your studies though. Not just science, but with your other tutors as well."

"I will," Becky said, nodding her head as she made the promise. 

Anything to keep her special lessons.



Homeschooled Ch. 04



Becky's parents were impressed with her enthusiasm for her continued education. Although they hoped to be able to find her a husband who would be able to take care of her, they knew that having two working adults could make a big difference in young people's lives. As such, they considered themselves quite enlightened - after all, many of their friends and family didn't allow their female children such opportunities. But they could tell how much their daughter enjoyed learning and they were pleased to encourage it for now. After all, it wouldn't be a bad thing for her to have a job at the beginning of her marriage, once that occurred, since she could always quit to take care of the children once they came along. Becky told them that she was especially interested in her science lessons, because she might want to work with animals at some point, maybe at a vet's. That ensured that they would be happy to keep Mr. Troy employed.

With the promise of more special lessons in human reproduction from Mr. Troy, Becky had plenty of motivation to throw herself into her studies. She relished the secret that she was keeping from her parents. Even her resentment against their overbearing ways was easier for her to handle now that she had something to look forward to. 

Dropping plenty of hints about how much easier it was for her to concentrate on her lessons when they were out of the house, it was easy for her to convince her parents to leave her alone for all her lessons. After all, she didn't want them to realize that it was really Mr. Troy's lessons that she needed the utmost privacy for. Her mother seemed pleased to be able to escape the house and spend more time with her friends and sisters. Although Becky felt just a bit irritated that her mother was so eager for social interaction, something that she was particularly controlling about when it came to Becky, she reminded herself that she'd much rather have a private lesson with Mr. Troy than be out with the other women. They always talked about the same things, and there seemed to be a great many topics that they wouldn't talk about while Becky and the other younger ladies were around.

Mr. Troy, on the other hand, always answered all her questions, and now he was showing her new, incredibly pleasurable things. 

At her next lesson, the handsome tutor seemed quite pleased with her when she told him that her parents were going to be absent from the house for all of her lessons from now on. She smiled when she saw the bulge forming in the front of his pants. That meant that they were definitely going to have a special lesson. Although he insisted on actually teaching her from the curriculum first, making sure to give her a real tutoring session. 

To Becky's delight, he interspersed the lesson with little kisses and caresses, exciting her body as he touched her over her clothes, dipping his finger just under her neckline, his breath hot on the back of her neck before his lips pressed against her skin. It was utterly distracting and entirely wonderful. 

It was also making her incredibly impatient. 

"Mr. Troy,?" she asked, as he finished going over the diagram of a dog's anatomy - taking his lessons in the direction her parents had requested after Becky had told them of her aspirations. "Are we going to have the special portion of our lesson today?"

Even though she was asking a question, the pleading was obvious in her voice. There was no way she would be satisfied with any answer other than 'yes,' and from the way she'd been glancing at the clock every few minutes, she'd been both counting down the seconds and worrying over the amount of time they would have left for the special part of the lesson. Mr. Troy's smile widened, making her blush and press her thighs together as eager heat swept through her body.

"Of course, Becky," he said, with just a touch of gentle admonishment. "We just needed to get through my planned lesson first. But it's done now and as long as you study and continue to do well with your lessons, we can have a special portion of tutoring every lesson."

"Oh good," Becky said, sighing out with relief. Her body had already tightened in anticipation, her nipples puckering behind her bra as cream flooded her pussy. She'd worn panties today, a little worried that otherwise her wetness would seep all over her seat. "I promise I'll keep up my studies."

"Good girl."

The accolade made her flush with pleasure again. She liked pleasing Mr. Troy. "So what are we going to study today?"

"How a woman can please a man with her mouth, for starters," he said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Come on up here and I'll show you."

Eagerly, Becky vacated her desk and hurried up to Mr. Troy, tilting her head back to look at him. His lips came down on hers immediately, and she moaned as he kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Her hormones, as randy as any other eighteen year old's, flared up and ran rampant through her body, making her feel all tingly and buzzing inside. Hands pressed against her body and she could feel his cock digging into her soft stomach as his palms groped her buttocks.

This wasn't oral pleasure, but she didn't care, she was too excited... enjoying his hands on her too much. They weren't gentle, but they weren't quite rough either. He squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh of her buttocks as he kissed her passionately, leading her right where he wanted her to go. Becky wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as he slid one hand under her shirt.

Today he wasn't content with unbuttoning it, he pulled it off of her. For just a moment she felt cold, but not because of the loss of her shirt, but because his hot body was no longer pressed against hers. The removal of her bra followed, and she didn't even have time to feel abashed or shy before he had pulled her into his arms again, his kisses making her forget to be modest.

The touch of his bare hand on her lower back, the other one cupping her breast, had her moaning and clinging to him even harder than before. His touch was electric, making her pant and whine as he gently pinched her nipple, not hard enough for her needy passion. The little begging sounds she made in her throat gave way to a low groan as his fingers tightened and her pussy clenched and creamed. She was so excited by his touch, eager for whatever he wanted to teach her next. 

She whimpered when his lips moved away and he looked down at her, sensual hunger glinting in his dark eyes. 

"Let's go to your bedroom, Becky. That's where men and women usually pleasure each other, although it can be done anywhere."

The thought of Mr. Troy in her bedroom made her heart pound even faster. There was something incredibly intimate about revealing the place she slept in to him; after all, it was the only place in the house that she had been able to decorate herself. Becky walked in front of him, her nipples puckered, her pussy aching, both eager and a little reluctant. What would he think of her cream and rose walls, the canopy bed decorated with rosebuds, and the dusky pink curtains? She shyly kicked a bra that she hadn't put away under the bed, hoping that he hadn't seen it. Mr. Troy looked around the room, taking in every inch of the place, and she suddenly found herself thinking that her room looked horribly childish and she wished she'd redecorated since she turned eighteen. 

"It's a very pretty room, Becky," he said with a smile. Her smile back was a little wobbly and full of relief. "But not as pretty as the girl who lives in it. Why don't you take off all your clothes so that I can see just how pretty you are?"

Now she was relieved that they were in her room, the place where she dressed and undressed all the time. It felt natural to do that here, whereas anywhere else in the house, it wouldn't have. Every other time she'd been with Mr. Troy, he'd been the one to undress her. With his eyes on her, she felt horribly vulnerable as she pulled off her shirt and skirt, making her pussy even wetter at the decadent naughtiness of being completely bare in front of him. If they'd been in any other room, a room where she felt less comfortable, she didn't know if she would have had the courage to so easily do it. But she didn't want him to think she was reluctant... if he didn't finish the lesson, she thought she might explode. 

"Very, very pretty, Becky," he murmured, his eyes eating her up. Pink bloomed in her cheeks as she brushed her hands over her thighs, unsure of what to do with them. Some small, modest part of her wanted to cover herself, but at the same time, she loved the way he was looking at her. 

"Will you take off your clothes too?" she blurted out, before her courage could desert her. 

The approval in Mr. Troy's eyes made her relax again. With him, during these special lessons, she was tensing and relaxing so often that she felt dizzy from it. Fascinated, she watched as he stripped down, finally getting her first full view of a naked male body. What a body too... her tutor definitely spent some time at the gym or something, because he was buff. Not super muscled, but lean and trim and incredibly appealing. His cock, which was the part of his body she'd become most familiar with, was standing out hard and straight in front of him, pointing at her where she was standing next to her bed. Wrapping his fingers around the rigid appendage, he stroked it once, and she flushed as she remembered how her own fingers had felt, wrapped around his thick length.

Stepping past her, Mr. Troy lay down on her bed. He should have looked silly, surrounded by all the pink and fluff of her comforter, but he didn't. It was like the girliness of the bed just enhanced his natural masculinity. Even reclining on a rose-covered comforter, underneath a rosebud canopy, he looked completely, arrogantly, comfortable.

"Come here, Becky."

Eagerly, Becky crawled onto the bed towards him, but he made a tutting noise, shaking his head slightly, eyes glinting with amusement. "Wrong way, Becky. We're going to learn about oral pleasures, remember?"

Scooting slightly down the bed so that he was laying on his back, Mr. Troy grabbed her arm and guided the upper half of her body towards his upright cock, reaching out to grip her thigh and pull her lower body towards his face. Becky moved slowly, unsure of his goal, but allowing him to manipulate her the way he desired. She flushed beet red as he had her straddle his face, displaying her private parts blatantly in front of him. Of course, he'd seen it before, but somehow it was different with her on top, completely bare, and his own naked body underneath hers. 

"Lick me, Becky," he said, his voice purring. "And I'll lick you back."

Hesitantly, Becky lowered her head and dragged her tongue over the length of his cock. It was soft beneath her tongue, jerking slightly and bumping against her chin as her tongue reached the base of it. Just as she did so, Mr. Troy's tongue slid between her pussy lips, making her moan. The slightly musky scent of his manhood was filling her nose, his flesh tasting slightly meaty and salty as she dragged her tongue over him again, settling her body down so that her weight was resting on her elbows and she could grip his cock with her hand. Moving the thick rod about, she started licking him all over, enjoying the soft grunts and groans coming from between her own legs, the way his body shuddered beneath hers whenever she found a particularly sensitive spot. She'd never be able to look at eating a popsicle the same way again after this.

A strange sense of power was rushing through her as she noticed his reactions to her ministrations... he was enjoying this just as much as she was enjoying having him lick her and run his hands all over her body. He was caressing her back and hips, sliding his hands up to her breasts to cup them and squeeze them, making it hard for her to concentrate. She liked the back and forth of their touches, even though she almost wished she was the only one touching him, so that she could explore more thoroughly and without any distraction. On the other hand, her pussy was fluttering and clenching with pleasure as he thrust his tongue between her wet folds, and she didn't want him to stop, it felt so good.

"Put me in your mouth, Becky. Suck on me." His voice was hoarse, and a rush of joy went through her. She had done that to him! She had made him sound like that!

Immediately she opened her lips and angled his cock with her hand, taking him easily into her mouth. He groaned into her pussy, the hand on her breast tightening, his hand on her back pressing down. Becky moaned as he lapped at her clit, her humming vibrations making him jerk and thrust his cock deeper into her mouth. She almost choked, quickly pulling upwards so that just his head was in her mouth. He paused in licking her, instructing her to swirl her tongue about the fat mushroom until she'd recovered, and to use her hand on the rest of him.

Becky was soon squirming with needy frustration, as Mr. Troy always seemed to pause just as her pleasure was starting to rise, giving her further instruction. With her mouth full of his cock, she couldn't protest without stopping, but she was beginning to suck him harder and more desperately, trying to follow all of his instructions so that she could earn her pleasurable reward. Her hips were moving of their own accord and she was no longer concentrating on sucking his cock; her body had just taken over and she was sucking long, hard pulls, as if trying to draw her own orgasm out through his dick.

A strong, firm arm wrapped around her backside, hindering her movements, as Mr. Troy sucked her clit into his mouth. Becky screamed around his dick as unabashed ecstasy shot through her. His other hand pressed on her upper back, and he thrust up between her lips, shoving his cock into her open throat and right past her gag reflex. Her throat muscles convulsed, vibrating around the sensitive head, cutting off her air and sending her orgasm even higher. Becky instinctively swallowed as his cock swelled and hot liquid seared her throat, pouring straight down into her belly as she writhed on top of him. Her teeth scraped gently against his sensitive skin, adding just the slightest tinge of pain, and another jet of cum shot into her mouth as he lowered his hips, pulling out.

The salty-bitter taste of his seed lingered on her tongue, but she swallowed the last bit of cream anyway, her innocent mind not even considering any other option. Collapsing on top of him, his shiny, softening dick next to her face where it rested on his thigh, Becky gasped for breath. His hands caressed her bottom, thumbs brushing over her sensitive, swollen pussy lips, and she felt soft kisses on the insides of her thighs. Sighing happily, she closed her eyes, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm and Mr. Troy's caresses.

Best. Lesson. Ever.



Homeschooled Ch. 05



Weekends sucked. 

Becky sighed, tossing restlessly in her bed. It was Sunday night, her second day without Mr. Troy or an orgasm, and she was having the worst time falling asleep. She'd tried touching herself, but it just wasn't the same. She didn't realize that she just wasn't quite skilled enough, that she didn't know her own body well enough, to bring herself to orgasm quickly, and she didn't have the patience to keep at it. Plus, the constant, rough rubbing of her little clit had made her kind of sore.

She groaned, rolling over onto her stomach and pressing a pillow between her legs. Rocking back and forth, she kind of got a soft friction going that felt good, but it wasn't going to be enough to get her off. 

In the past, she'd loved weekends. It was one of the few times that she got to see anyone other than her parents and her tutors, yesterday they'd gone to Aunt Cecily's and she'd spent the whole day with her cousin Margaret. But it hadn't been as much fun as usual, because she'd wanted to tell Margaret all about Mr. Troy and her new lessons, but she knew she couldn't. Margaret would never understand. When Becky had whispered, asking if Margaret had ever touched herself between her legs, Margaret had paled, made the sign of the cross, and told Becky that of course she hadn't - and that Becky better not either or Margaret would tell Aunt Cecily.

Ugh.

It was a boring day, compared to Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays when she saw Mr. Troy. And at least on Tuesdays and Thursdays she knew she'd be seeing him the next day. Of course, she knew she'd be seeing him tomorrow, but it had already been a longer wait than usual. One, during which, she'd become increasingly frustrated and needy.

Maybe what she needed was some warm milk with cinnamon. When she was a little girl and couldn't sleep, that's always what her mom had made for her. Becky glanced at her clock. It was half past eleven, which meant that she'd been tossing and turning in bed for about an hour. Yeah, it was definitely time to try something new to help her sleep. Warm milk and cinnamon it was!

As she was walking down the hallway, past her parents bedroom, she heard the oddest sound... almost like a cross between a low moan and a whimper. Ever curious, Becky stopped, cocking her head as if that would help her to hear the sound better. It sounded like it was coming from her parents' room. Very quietly moving to their door, she pressed her ear against it. 

Very strange sounds... that somehow reminded her of Mr. Troy's classes. Were her parents procreating? Or were they just pleasuring each other?

A moan again, much louder this time.

"Shhh, honey," she heard her mother whisper loudly. "You'll wake Becky."

"The girl sleeps like a log," her father grumbled back, his voice hoarse and husky, the way Mr. Troy's got when he was aroused. "Spread your legs more... yes... just like that..."

"Oh! Oh! YES!" The utter ecstasy in her mother's made Becky's own pussy clench in response. 

What exactly were her parents doing? They could both talk easily, so they weren't orally pleasuring each other the way she and Mr. Troy had. She couldn't quite decipher the other sounds, the almost slapping-smacking sound and the wet sloppy sound, but she knew it wasn't something she'd done with Mr. Troy or she would recognize it. As she snuck away from their room and downstairs to the kitchen, her mind whirled. 

She wanted to know what they were doing. Mr. Troy was teaching her, but obviously there was still a lot to learn. Squeezing her thighs together, a little shiver of pleasure went through her. Next lesson, she was going to ask him what her parents were up to in their bedroom late at night that she wasn't supposed to overhear.

******

Mr. Troy chuckled at Becky's question. Her eyes were already bright with arousal, her nipples poking through the thin material of her shirt. 

"It sounds like your parents were having sex," he informed her. "Which IS often done for procreation, but I've said, it can be done for purely pleasurable purposes as well, if birth control is used. That prevents pregnancies and there are many different kinds of birth control." Although he gave her a quick synopsis of the choices, he could tell that she was more interested in the physical act than anything else. Typical young woman whose sensual side had been awakened, so that hormones were running rampant through her body. "Sex, making love, copulation and fucking are all words for pleasure involving the insertion of a cock into a pussy."

"Oh..." Becky's eyes widened as she realized that this must have been what her parents were doing, that they had been able to talk to each other. Her eyes went immediately to the bulge in Mr. Troy's pants, and her pussy throbbed at the idea of having his large cock inside of her there. Would it even fit? It certainly seemed like it must be too big to go between her legs, but she also remembered her dad telling her mom to spread her legs wider, and then the ecstatic noises her mother had made. Besides, so far, everything Mr. Troy had done to her had been amazing. There was no reason to think that this would be any different. "Can we do that?"

A slow smile spread across Mr. Troy's face. "Let's adjourn to your bedroom again, Becky."

Becky practically skipped down the hallway and started tearing off her clothes the second that she got into the bedroom. Behind her, Mr. Troy chuckled at her obvious eagerness. Turning, she saw that he was still fully clothed. There was something extremely arousing about being naked in front of him, when he hadn't removed a single article of clothing. Especially when she could enjoy his eyes skipping over her body, lingering on her breasts and the blonde curls between her legs. It made her even wetter.

"Eager, aren't you?" he asked with a chuckle, shucking off his jacket and beginning to unbutton his shirt. 

"Aren't you?" she asked, suddenly unsure of herself.

A small smile curved his lips. "Of course I am, but sometimes slowing things down can make them even more enjoyable." With his shirt unbuttoned, he moved towards her, pulling her into his arms. She slid her hands beneath the fabric of his shirt, caressing his bare skin as her breasts pressed into his chest. Tipping her head back, she looked up at him as he moved his hands down to her buttocks, cupping them and forcing her lower body to rock against his. The thick bulge of his erection was unmistakable, almost uncomfortable against her soft body where it dug in. "Sometimes it's more fun to take our time."

She moaned as he whispered the words against her ear, his lips moving down her sensitive neck. It already felt like her body was on fire and she was eager to quench the flame, but she also thrilled to his control over her and the situation, her body softening against his as he squeezed and kneaded her buttocks. The hard buds of her nipples rasped against the wiry hair on his chest, making the sensitive nubbins stand further to attention. She rubbed her pussy against his groin, whimpering slightly as she couldn't get quite the angle that her body craved.

"The pleasure becomes more if we let it build," Mr. Troy murmured, his lips moving across her collarbone, his hands tilting her back to give him further access to her body. "The same way momentum builds when an object is in motion; the more momentum, the greater the crash."

He even made science sound sexy, Becky thought, shuddering as his lips lowered to her breast. Sucking a nipple between his lips, Mr. Troy moved to take off his shirt, always keeping one arm around Becky's body to help keep her stabilized. With her back arched and her knees already feeling weak from the sensations coursing through her, she needed the extra help. Her fingers clutched at his shoulders as he lavished attention on her breasts, sucking her nipples to wet little buds in the heat of his mouth, her pussy throbbing with the rhythm of his sucking. 

Lifting his head, Mr. Troy's eyes were dark with lust, leaving her nipples wet and throbbing in his absence. Becky whimpered with need, her thighs pressing together as he moved them back towards the bed, practically tossing her onto it while he ripped off his pants. From his pocket, he pulled out a small plastic square, which he ripped open and took something out of. Getting onto the bed, he straddled her body, his cock bobbing above her stomach as he looked down at her.

"This is a condom," he said, showing her the little rubber sheath. Becky recognized the name from the little lecture on birth control he'd given her earlier. "I'm going to show you how to put it on."

Under his direction, Becky rolled the thin rubber over his cock, fascinated by the way it completely encased him, giving his cock an almost alien look. The condom was already lubricated, slick, and smelled a little strange. She much preferred his natural scent, but she didn't want to get pregnant either. 

Getting between her legs, Mr. Troy lifted them slightly, drawing her knees into the crooks of his elbows as he loomed over her. Becky's eyes widened as she watched, still anxious over the idea that his cock would somehow fit inside of her. It seemed far too large, especially now that he was between her legs. 

"This may hurt a bit, when I first go in," Mr. Troy said, his calm voice at odds with the intense excitement glowing in his eyes. "But I will make it feel good, Becky, I promise you."

"I trust you," she said, her voice a small squeak. It was true though; no matter how anxious she was, Mr. Troy had been completely honest and forthright with her throughout all of their lessons. If he said it might hurt a bit, she could get through it, because she absolutely knew that he would make it feel good afterwards. 

The tip of his cock pressed against her swollen pussy, her breath caught in her throat, and then he began to push. 

Becky groaned. It didn't hurt, but it didn't exactly feel good either. It was more like intense pressure on her pussy. She gasped as part of him actually moved inside of her, the sensation entirely foreign and so very strange. That did hurt, a bit, as he pressed deeper, stretching muscles that she hadn't known existed. 

"Play with your breasts," Mr. Troy instructed, his voice hoarse with arousal. "Pinch your nipples so I can watch you tugging on them."

Her pussy spasm, fluttering around the head of Mr. Troy's cock and her gasp mingled with his groan of pleasure. Becky let go of the sheets she'd been holding onto, lifting her hands to her breasts. Her hands were smaller than Mr. Troy's, and it didn't feel as good when she touched herself as when he touched her, but she still got off on him watching her and on the pleasure that flashed through her when she pinched her nipples and tugged on them. It was hot knowing that she was doing it for his viewing pleasure, adding to her physical enjoyment. The sensations also distracted from the slight burning discomfort as Mr. Troy rocked his hips back and forth, going a little deeper into her body with each small thrust. 

His hand moved to her mound, his thumb dipping down into her pussy folds and coming away wet so that he could circle her clit with it. Becky whimpered, her body arching as her swollen clit practically jumped at the contact, tugging on her nipples even harder in response. 

The expression on Mr. Troy's face as he slowly worked his way into her tight pussy was one of pure ecstasy. Even if things never started to feel better than this, Becky knew that she would want to do this over and over again, just to see her handsome tutor looking like this. 

But with his thumb circling her clit, things were already starting to feel quite a bit better. The stretching of her tight sheath was still uncomfortable, but it was starting to feel good too... as if the burning pinch was somehow mutating into a pleasurable sensation. Becky found herself squirming, her fingers becoming rougher with her nipples, trying to rock her hips in an instinctive rhythm that her body demanded. 

"Oh... It feels... it feels..." Her voice trickled away as Mr. Troy thrust, his cock impaling her completely. She looked down the length of her body to see them completely and intimately connected, his groin flush with her pussy lips. Immediately, her muscles tightened, and she shuddered at the exquisite pleasure, her body squeezing his length as if trying to ascertain that it really was all inside of her. 

"Good girl," Mr. Troy murmured, making her flush with pleasure. He leaned over, brushing his lips over hers, making her squeak and squirm as the position made it feel like his cock had gone even deeper. 

Then he began to move.

It was so much more everything than his fingers had been. Fuller. Deeper. So much more satisfying. Like she could feel him all the way through her body. His thumb was relentless on her clit, keeping her pleasure rising as he thrust, his hips moving at a steady pace, sliding his cock back and forth in her virgin passage, taking away her innocence with every movement. Becky moaned and arched, releasing her breasts and reaching up to wind her arms around his neck. It was too hard to concentrate on holding herself while he was riding her, making her feel so very, very good. 

The slick friction, the stretching, the incredible sensation of being so full where she'd been empty before... Becky throbbed, ached, and cried out as the most intense, most all-encompassing orgasm she'd ever had rolled over and through her body. It felt like her clit had swollen to twice its normal size, every jolt of Mr. Troy's body against the tiny nub sending her on another paroxysm of ecstasy. She screamed as he suddenly let loose, his thrusts coming harder, faster, much more roughly than he had before, her body now primed to take it as she rode the wave of endorphins and sexual rapture. 

Dimly she was aware of his hoarse cry, the way his body went rigid between her legs, but she could barely hold onto a coherent thought as her own sensations swamped her brain, making her selfishly, whole-heartedly focused on herself and the utter bliss she was experiencing. 

Minutes, hours, later, she couldn't have said how much time, she realized that she was cuddled up against Mr. Troy, her head resting on his shoulder. The light caress of his hands over her arms, back and hip was almost comforting, but also slightly arousing. 

"Did I fall asleep?" she asked, giving herself a little shake as she tilted her head to look at her tutor. 

The self-satisfied smirk on his face made her smile. "You were a little out of it."

"That was..." Words failed her and she shook her head, smiling even more broadly. "I don't even know what to say. Um... can we do it again?"

Mr. Troy chuckled, his lips coming down on hers for a kiss. She kissed him back enthusiastically, feeling his fingers traveling down her stomach and between her legs... ouch!

The sudden pain made her flinch and she felt him chuckle again before ending the kiss. "No, and that's why. You're going to be sore for a bit, but once you're better, I'll be happy to show you more about pleasuring each other."

"There's more?" Becky was thrilled to hear it, even if she was really sore between her legs right now. Like... REALLY sore. Shifting, she could feel that it wasn't just her pussy lips that felt a bruised, it was her insides too. As much as she wanted to know what more Mr. Troy could teach her - although she wouldn't mind just repeating this particular lesson over and over again either - she definitely needed to give her body some time to recover.

"Much more."

Becky couldn't wait.



Homeschooled Ch. 06



The day after Becky lost her virginity to her tutor, Mr. Troy, her parents had a surprise for her at dinner. 

"Becky, this is Mr. and Mrs. Drake and their son Benjamin," her mother said, beaming at the other family as she pushed Becky forward. "And this is our delightful daughter, Becky."

Smiling politely, Becky tried to focus on her parents' friends. After all, it wasn't often they had someone other than family members come over for dinner. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time it had happened. The Drakes beamed at her, Benjamin looking her over in a way that was somewhat reminiscent of Mr. Troy, but with a lot less heat and knowledge. Becky realized that he was attracted to her though. He wasn't bad looking either, with sandy blonde hair that was only a bit darker than her own, and grey eyes with surprisingly thick lashes. 

Not surprisingly, Becky and Benjamin were seated next to each other at dinner. Fortunately, both of them were spared having to find a way to awkwardly talk to each other with their parents there, because the parents had completely taken over the conversation.

"Becky has a special interest in science, especially animals."

"Benjamin's been going to college for his business degree, so that he can take over his father's business."

"Becky was homeschooled too and she's always excelled."

"He's a very good swimmer."

"She's a wonderful painter."

Throughout their parents' extolling their virtues, Becky shared many a commiserating glance with Benjamin. It turned out he was just a year older than her, and from what it sounded like, had lived a similar life. She was frankly envious that his parents were even letting him go to the local college; he might be living at home, but at least he got to go out and see other people. Then again, she reflected, if she was going to class at a college, she wouldn't have Mr. Troy for a tutor. And she'd rather have Mr. Troy.

After dinner, Becky's mom encouraged her to take Benjamin out and show him the "bike path" around their property.

"Although calling it a bike path is kind of an exaggeration," she said, apologetically once they'd made their escape. "It's only a little more than half a mile long."

Ben, as he asked her to call him once they were alone, shrugged, obviously fairly easy going, although he did look relieved to be out and away from their parents. "Hey, anything that will get us out of the house. You do know this is a set-up, right?"

"Gee, really?" she asked, taking a mocking tone of shock and surprise as she rolled her eyes at him. Both of them laughed. 

Walking around the path, Becky found Ben to be really easy to talk to. His parents had given him a little more freedom than she'd grown up with, he had a few friends in his neighborhood and was even allowed to drive their car when he needed to, but he still had plenty of experiences to commiserate with her over.

"So, are your parents the reason you don't have a girlfriend?" she asked, rather boldly as they went around the curve in the path that would start leading them back to the house. After all, he was a nice guy, good looking, funny... what other reason could there be.

"Sort of," he said, his cheeks turning kinda pink, which she thought was cute. "I mean, they haven't stopped me from going out on dates, as long as they get to meet her first, but I just haven't found that many girls that I can connect with." The look that he gave her made it clear that she wasn't included in that generalization, which was a relief, because she definitely felt like they'd been connecting on this whole walk. It would have been embarrassing if he didn't. "Most of them didn't grow up like us... I don't have anything in common with them."

"None of them were homeschooled? asked Becky, surprised. She'd thought that it was a fairly common thing. Then again, how would she know? Maybe it was only common in her family's church.

"Not like we were," Brandon said, a little resentfully. "I've met some people who were homeschooled, but they had groups that they did field trips with and had small class sessions with. I didn't have that."

"Me neither," said Becky, surprised at the description. "I mean, unless you count my cousins."

"Do you count them?"

"No, not really." she said with a sigh. Not that she didn't love her cousins, but... yeah. She understood what he meant.

The house was coming back into view and she felt reluctant to go inside and face the parents again. 

Suddenly Brandon grabbed her hand, pulling her back so that the house wasn't visible. Startled, Becky looked up at him.

"I know this was a set up, but I'm really glad I met you," he said, not letting go of her hand. It was warm and she decided she liked it. "I'd like to kiss you, if that's okay."

While Becky really liked Mr. Troy's confidence and domineering presence, there was definitely something appealing about Brandon's nervousness. It somehow made her feel more confident. Was that how Mr. Troy felt around her? Maybe. She smiled up at Brandon. "I'd like that too."

Smiling, he lowered his head down. His lips were soft and warm, much more gentle than Mr. Troy's ever were. Not as assured. Becky pressed her hand to his chest and opened her mouth, sliding her tongue between their lips. Surprised, Brandon jerked away. 

"Was that your tongue?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"Yes... haven't you ever kissed anyone before?' she asked, feeling a bit angry and defensive at his reaction.

"Yeah, but not with tongue," he said. The look he gave her was considering, quickly morphing into both apologetic and interested. "Can we try that again?"

Part of her wanted to say no, but another part of her kind of liked the idea that she'd be showing him something he hadn't done before. Nodding, Becky tilted her head back, going up on her toes slightly to meet his lips. This time when she opened her mouth, he did too at the same time. The touch of his tongue was gentle, almost awkward, but he followed her lead quickly enough. The kiss didn't send her into paroxysms of arousal, but she did start to feel some heat building inside her body as his hands clasped her closer, obviously feeling very excited by kissing her like this. Becky's own excitement grew in response. It was very different from Mr. Troy, but enjoyable in its own way.

When she felt Brandon's hard cock pressing against her soft belly, she shivered with the power that she had over him. It was was obvious from the way his kiss was becoming deeper, less self-conscious, that he was really getting into having her pressed against him with his tongue down her throat. 

Just as she was considering seeing if he wanted to touch her breast, they heard their names being called. Immediately they both guiltily jumped apart. Brandon smiled at her and reached out his hand, his shoulders slowly relaxing. Smiling back at him, Becky took it, and they walked back towards the house.

Her parents were very pleased.

******

When Becky told Mr. Troy about Brandon, he chuckled and said it sounded like she enjoyed the idea of having a student of her own. "But go slowly with the poor boy, or you're liable to give him a heart attack," he said.

Practically purring like a cat, Becky rubbed herself against him. "Like you did with me?"

"Exactly like. In fact, why don't we practice a bit?" Mr. Troy lay down on her bed on his back, his cock bouncing off of his lower belly, erect and mouth-watering. "If I were Brandon, what would you do to me right now?"

"Well you probably wouldn't be naked already," Becky teased, giggling nervously. It was one thing to feel empowered with Brandon, Mr. Troy handing over control of their interaction was almost scary. Exciting too. She crawled onto the bed, her breasts bobbling over him.

"Pretend we have clothes on," he suggested, reaching up and brushing her hair out of her face so that she could drop a kiss on his lips. "What's first?"

"Touch my breasts?"

"Are you asking or telling?"

"Touch my breasts." Arousal and heady power flowed through her as Mr. Troy reached up and cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently. "Squeeze them harder... and pinch my nipples."

Although she was well aware that Mr. Troy could - and probably would - take back control at any time, she was thoroughly enjoying the invigorating experience of bossing him around. 

"How's that?" he asked, the amusement evident in his voice, laced through with lust.

"That's good," she said, panting a little. With her pussy leaking like a sieve, she carefully placed her lower body so that the length of his cock was pressing between her pussy lips, the fat mushroom head rubbing against her clit. Moaning, she rocked against his length, feeling him along every sensitive centimeter of her slit as she rubbed her juices all over the under side of his cock. Even though she ached to feel him inside of her, this felt really good too, in a different way. "Tug on them... oh yes... just like that..."

Becky's head fell back as Mr. Troy's nimble fingers plucked and twisted her nipples, pulling on them in a way that made little darts of pain amplify her pleasure. She whimpered and writhed on top of him, coating his cock in her creamy arousal, the mushroom head peeping out from between her pussy lips, beneath her blonde curls. 

"Up," he ordered, his voice dark and tight, pulling her nipples upwards so that her body was forced to come along with them. 

It took him less than thirty seconds and one hand to get his cock lined up with her eager hole, and she moaned in satisfaction as she sank down on top of him. He felt so big, spreading her muscles apart... she was completely recovered from losing her virginity, and he was well lubricated by her teasing, but she could still feel a bit of an ache as his big cock split her open. It was fantastic.

Even though she was on top of him, he controlled their motions, his hands gripping her hips and moving her up and down on his cock. She pressed her hands against his chest, rubbing her clit against his groin every time he let her drop down fully on top of him, whimpering with how good it felt. The wet slap of their bodies, the musky smell of her arousal, and the sensation of riding atop a wave of masculine power had her incredibly excited.

In her head, some small part of her mind was picturing her riding Brandon like this, only without his hands on her hips like Mr. Troy's, and she was in complete control. She wasn't sure what she liked better - being at Mr. Troy's mercy, or the idea of having Brandon at hers. Mr. Troy's body surged beneath her, drawing her attention back to him, and she cried out as he dug his fingers into her soft flesh, grinding her down on top of him. 

Inside of her, she could actually feel him swelling against her sensitive walls, stretching her wider, and she clenched around him as her arousal spiked and exploded. Her back arched, pressing her clit even more firmly down on Mr. Troy's body, her sensitive pussy lips stretched wide around the root of his cock and rubbing against his wiry hair. Inside of her, she could feel him pulsing, filling the condom, and she squeezed again, writhing as the excess pleasure sizzled along her nerves.

"Ah... Becky!" Mr. Troy thrust upwards, spearing her completely, his hands hard on her hips, and the little surge of power that she felt only made her pleasure sweeter.

That day, when Mr. Troy left, he gave her a little kiss on her lips. "You might be my best student yet, Miss Herson," he said.

Thrilled, Becky squeezed her thighs tightly together. It seemed the more she got of Mr. Troy, the more she wanted. And now, she had the added anticipation of thinking about what she might want to show Brandon the next time she saw him. After all, her parents had told him that he could call her tonight. Maybe they'd even let him take her out on a date!



Homeschooled Ch. 07



In the dark movie theater, Becky glanced over her shoulder. Her cousin Margaret and Ben's younger brother Derrick were sitting four rows back and to the left. Other than that, the theater was nearly empty. There was another couple sitting more up front, and a third off to her and Ben's right and two rows ahead, but since the movie had been out for ages, it wasn't exactly in demand anymore. It also wasn't very good, but it was the only one her parents had agreed to let her go see. 

Last night, her body still throbbing from her lesson with Mr. Troy, she'd spent an hour on the phone with Ben. Her parents seemed pretty pleased with how well she and Ben had hit it off, which was why they'd let him take her out to a movie today. Margaret and Derrick were supposed to be along as kind of chaperones, but Becky had bribed them with candy to sit separately. She'd wanted Ben all to herself.

The movie was bad enough that they'd spent most of it whispering to each other and exchanging occasional kisses, while constantly looking back to make sure that Margaret and Derrick weren't paying attention. Surprisingly, Margaret actually seemed interested in the movie, despite its terribleness, and Derrick looked like he was asleep.

Snuggling as close to Ben as she could, Becky slid her hand up his thigh. She thrilled to the shocked breath he drew in when her hand reached his cock, which was rock hard in his pants.

"Becky," he whispered, his voice catching as her fingers curled around the thick bulge. "What are you... You shouldn't... Oh god that feels good..."

Power swept through her, making her pussy cream and her nipples tingle. It wasn't just that she liked using what Mr. Troy had taught her on Ben, although that was a big part of it, but also that this was just as dangerous as her lessons. If Margaret or Derrick saw what she was doing, they would probably report it back to her parents, who would be very upset. Plus, anyone could catch them. Which was exciting in a way that her lessons with Mr. Troy never were, since her parents were diligent about going about their own lives while she was at her studies.

She glanced back at Derrick and Margaret, before shifting slightly in her seat so that she could undo the front of Ben's pants, releasing his cock. Her eyes widened. Even in the dimly lit theater, with the light flickering unevenly from the screen, she could see that he was huge. Maybe even bigger than Mr. Troy. 

"Becky!" he whispered, looking around wildly, trying to stuff himself back in.

"Shh, just be quiet and no one will know," she whispered back, wrapping both her hands around his thick length. Even then, she wasn't covering his whole shaft, and her pussy spasmed as she wondered what he would feel like inside of her. "I just want to make you feel good."

Like any other horny college student, it didn't take more than a few strokes of her hands for Ben to relax slightly, letting her have her way with him. Becky stroked him steadily, gripping him tightly and letting her thumb rub over the sensitive mushroom head of his cock. With his head leaning back against the seat, Ben stared at the movie screen as if he was watching, but his eyes were practically glazed over with pleasure and he wasn't actually seeing a thing. 

His breath started coming faster, his hands gripping the armrests of his seat as his body began to strain. 

"Becky... you have to stop... I'm going to... I can't..."

Glancing back at Derrick and Margaret again, she saw that Derrick was sleeping and Margaret was still engrossed in the lackluster plot of the movie.

Becky leaned down and took him into her mouth. She could hear Ben's muffled groan as his body tightened, his jaw clenching to keep from making any untoward noises that would alert their chaperones. He was hot and thick in her mouth, his masculine scent musky and appealing, and the salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum was delicious. She sucked hard, using her hand on the base of his cock to squeeze and pump.

It only took a few hard sucks and then he was pressing his hands down on the back of her head, spurting into her mouth, cumming so hard and fast that she couldn't even swallow it all. Some of it dribbled out of the sides of her lips. Her throat worked as she gulped down his creamy seed, almost shocked at how much of it there was. She'd had no idea that there could be such a difference between men... it didn't occur to her that this might be Ben's first ever experience with oral pleasure - or pleasure from a woman at all. He'd emptied his balls straight into her stomach, panting for breath the entire time.

Sitting up, Becky wiped her mouth, both of them automatically peeking over their shoulders to make sure that their chaperones hadn't noticed anything. They hadn't.

Unfortunately for Becky, getting her own pleasure wasn't nearly as easy, but she took satisfaction from the fact that Ben keep looking at her like she was a goddess for the rest of the evening.

******

Straddling Mr. Troy's thighs as he sat on her bed, her breasts in his face and her pussy rubbing needily up against his cock, Becky told him all about her movie date with Ben while Mr. Troy pinched and tugged on her nipples. She'd practically thrown herself at him at the beginning of the lesson, begging him to take her straight back to her bedroom, desperately needing some relief after her unsatisfied arousal the night before. Instead, he was teasing her and turning her on even more while he made her tell him every dirty detail of her date.

"Have you told him where you're getting your knowledge?" Mr. Troy asked, massaging her nipples and making her squirm so that her clit rubbed over his cock as she tried to grind herself down on him.

"No, do you think I should?" she asked. Since she'd agreed to keep her lessons a secret, it hadn't even occurred to her to do so.

"He might be jealous if he knew," Mr. Troy said.

"Are you jealous?" she asked.

"No... I like hearing about your experiences with him," Mr. Troy said with a smile, lifting his hips slightly so that his hard cock was even more prominent against her soft folds. "Can't you tell?" Becky giggled. "But not every man is like that... most don't like sharing. If you keep up with him, eventually our lessons will come to an end."

"Weren't they going to anyway?" Becky asked curiously, her mind only half on the conversation. But she hadn't really expected Mr. Troy to stick around forever. After all, she assumed that at some point her parents would decide she'd had enough education or that Mr. Troy would run out of things to teach her.

Mr. Troy smiled. "Becky, you are a treasure." It wasn't often that he was lucky enough to have a student who was so passionate yet so pragmatic. There wasn't the slightest bit of hurt or clingingess in her at the thought of their lessons ending. 

Becky didn't quite understand why Mr. Troy would say that, but she appreciated the sentiment anyway. At least she did for a few seconds before he was maneuvering her off of his lap, putting her on all fours beside him. She started to turn towards him as he levered himself up, but he put his hand on her hip, keeping her in place.

"No, stay just like that. I'm going to show you anew position today," he said, getting onto his knees behind her. Becky blinked, craning her neck to look at him over her shoulder. He was staring down at her heart-shaped ass, his knees on either side of her calves, and his hands coming down to caress her buttocks. She shivered, dropping her head back into place, knowing that he was looking at all her private parts from behind. 

Having him back there, being unable to touch him, established his dominance over her in a way that the other two positions they'd had sex in hadn't. Becky found it incredibly exciting, feeling the head of his cock sliding up and down between her wet pussy lips, trying to push back to impale herself on him and having to wait for him to be ready. Her breasts hung down, swaying gently and she lowered her upper body even more, giggling a little as she pushed her ass up at him, her nipples rubbing against her bed. It felt good. Teasing. They were so sensitive from being played with that the slightest brush against her sheets sent a little zap of pleasure through her body.

Mr. Troy's cock pushed forward and she cried out as her face and breasts were pressed down into the mattress. It was strange how yesterday she could feel so excited by feeling powerful with Ben and today she was just as excited by feeling powerless. From this position, Mr. Troy's cock felt especially big as he slid inside of her, his hands gripping her hips and holding her in place. She moaned as he bottomed out, his groin flush against her buttocks, filling her up completely with his dick. 

Then he began to pull back, about halfway, before shoving roughly back in. He was rougher, harder than he'd ever been with her before, and she was loving it as he started pounding into her tight little pussy, leaving her clinging to the sheets as she took his cock. Her breasts were bouncing, her stiff nipples rasping over the mattress as her entire body jiggled with every powerful thrust of his body slamming against hers. The friction made the inside of her pussy burn, despite its slickness, and her clit throbbed every time his balls slapped against the swollen nub. 

"Oh... oh yes... oh Mr. Troy... oh yes..." Becky's eyes were half-closed as she moaned and chanted her happy little sex mantra, her pussy spasming and clenching as her pussy was filled over and over. Her thighs rubbed together, giving extra stimulation to her clit, not that she needed it - in this position his cock was pressing against her g-spot with every stroke, each jolt winding her further around the spool of pent-up ecstasy just waiting to snap and burst out.

"That's it, Becky... take it... take my cock..." Mr. Troy grunted, his hand splaying across her buttock and Becky's entire body tensed as she felt his thumb pressing against the crinkled star of her bottom hole. 

"Mr. Troy! You shouldn't touch me there!" Part of her wanted to pull away, but another part of her didn't care, because she was getting so close to cumming.

He ignored her anyway, his thumb pushing into the tight, virginal orifice, making her gasp as the strange sensation of unusual fullness as he continued to ram his cock into her pussy. The addition of his thumb in her rear entry made everything feel much larger, much more invasive, and much dirtier too. Becky realized that there was something very wrong with her, because she loved the sensation. Her pussy creamed even harder, her body thrumming with excitement at the forbidden sensation of his thumb rooting around in her most private area. The sensitive nerve endings surrounding her anus were lighting up like fireworks, pushing her pleasure to greater heights. 

She screamed as she came, a few tears leaking down onto the mattress at the intensity of her body's response as her pussy and bottom hole spasmed around the invaders. Mr. Troy's thrusts became more erratic, harder, as she clenched around him, her body trying to draw his seed into her ready channel. Becky buried her face in the mattress, her cries muffled as she rubbed her nipples frantically against the sheets, wringing every last bit of sensation from her climax as the vortex of ecstasy swept her away.

Heat pulsed inside of her and she knew that Mr. Troy was cumming, even though she couldn't feel the wet warmth of his seed. She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have him shooting all that creamy froth into her body, the way he and Benjamin both had in her mouth.

Becky slid down, face first, onto the bed, panting, after Mr. Troy released her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him wrapping the condom up in a tissue and tossing it in the trash before he returned to the bed and lay himself down beside her. His hand slid down to her bottom, cupping the cheek and making her insides tingle again in response. 

"Would it feel different without the condom?" she asked abruptly.

Mr. Troy chuckled. "Very. But I doubt your parents would be willing to put you on birth control that would allow us to stop using them."

"But I want to know what it feels like to have you cum inside of me," she said, pouting a little as she hugged her pillow and looked at him. His eyes weren't on her face however, they were on his fingers as he walked them up her bare back. 

"You will eventually," he said, the conviction in his voice having the ring of a promise. A sly smile crept across his face. "Although perhaps not quite in the way that you're thinking."

Even though she pestered him, Becky couldn't get him to explain what he meant by that remark.



Homeschooled Ch. 08



The next few weeks flew by. Mr. Troy's lessons continued to be a bright spot, but so were her dates with Ben. Even if Margaret and Danny came along on every single one. They went out for ice cream, saw some better movies, took a hike on a nearby trail, and even spent a day just hanging around a mall - which Becky had never gotten to do before. The best part was getting to hold hands with him or having his arm around her... although they weren't able to sneak away at any point so that she could show him more of the things she'd learned from Mr. Troy.

Her lessons were advancing slowly. Every time Mr. Troy came over and they disappeared into her bedroom, he showed her something new. It was usually a variation on something they'd already done before, but Becky loved every minute of it. Even, and maybe especially, the times when he would lube his fingers up in her pussy and then slide the slick digits into her bottom hole. It was so dirty, so wrong, and yet so exciting. Sometimes it burned a little, especially when he first entered her, but it burned in a good way. The same way her nipples burned when he was rough with them. 

Every lesson brought a new position - her on top facing away from him while he fingered her bottom; both of them standing with her bracing her hands on the floor, her legs spread wide; her riding him while he sat on his chair in the classroom; him on top of her, with her legs flung up over his shoulders so that she was bent nearly in half; standing up with her back against the wall; standing up with her front against the wall while he filled his hands with her breasts and fucked her hard from behind... Becky never got tired of any of it. She also definitely had her favorite positions. She loved being bent in half by him or bent over in front of him while he slid into her from behind; both positions which really allowed him to pound her sweet young pussy hard. The only thing that frustrated her was that she still didn't know what it felt like to have him cum inside of her.

The day of her nineteenth birthday arrived, sadly it wasn't a day that she had a lesson with Mr. Troy, although he'd certainly given her a good present the day before. He'd brought a fun vibrating toy that he slid into her tight bottom, fucking her with it while he licked and sucked on her pussy until she'd cum twice. Then he'd bent her in half and fucked her so hard that the toy had slid out of her from the steady pummeling of his cock.

Her pussy had felt sensitive and satisfied for hours afterwards, but today she was already horny again.

Maybe it was because Ben looked particularly good, with his golden blond locks shining in the sun. Her parents had done a cookout for her, with all her family and Benjamin's family there to help her celebrate. Dressed in a cute little sundress with pretty cap sleeves, Becky knew that she looked particularly pretty, and she preened under Ben's admiring gaze. She wondered if he was thinking about their date at the movie theater, when she'd given him a hand job that had ended with her swallowing his cum.

Cum. She liked the word. Jizz. Seed. Mr. Troy was teaching her all sorts of new vocabulary and she soaked it up like a sponge. Just thinking about all the things she wasn't supposed to know made her feel excited. She'd tried to talk a little bit about her new knowledge with Margaret, pretending that she'd managed to look it up on the internet, but her cousin had immediately made her disgust known. So Becky had pretended to be disgusted too. Ben, on the other hand, had definitely appreciated her knowledge.

Pretending to be getting tired of the heat, Becky tapped her mom's shoulder. "Mom, I want to go inside for a bit. I think Ben and I might go watch a movie downstairs, if that's okay."

Her mom hesitated, probably wanting to insist that Becky take a chaperone as usual, but Becky's aunt was in the middle of a story that her mom obviously wanted to hear. So she just waved Becky off, nodding her head. 

Elation filled Becky and she immediately ran over and grabbed Ben's hand. "Come on, let's go inside and watch a movie," she said, putting a particular emphasis on the last word.

Ben's blue eyes lit up immediately and he squeezed her hand as a silly grin spread across his face. "That sounds awesome."

Seeing the look of approval that Ben's dad and her dad gave her, from where they were standing by the grill, as she and Ben went inside, Becky almost felt a little guilty about what she was planning. She was pretty sure they wouldn't approve. On the other hand, they did really seem to want her and Ben to be together. So hopefully no one would bother them while they were downstairs. 

The basement was dark and cool, and Becky breathed a sigh of relief as she led Ben around the corner into the main part of the basement were the big couch and television were. Hopefully they'd be able to hear the door opening at the top of the stairs, giving them plenty of time if someone came down. 

"So what do you want to watch?" Ben asked, his eyes gleaming. Becky could already see the bulge forming at the front of his pants as he looked at her hopefully. He was so cute, so sweet... she actually thought her parents had picked out a pretty good guy for her. She was so used to letting her parents guide every aspect of her life that it didn't even bother her that they'd done so; she was just grateful that she actually really liked him.

"Like it matters," she said with a little giggle. Releasing his hand, she ran over and pulled a random movie off the shelf. Holding it up, she glanced at the title. "Here, 'Seven Brides for Seven Brothers,' parent approved."

"Do you guys own any movies that aren't parent approved?" he asked, obviously amused. 

"I have the Harry Potter movies hidden under my mattress," she admitted. "And some of the books."

"Harry Potter isn't parent approved?" he asked, shocked. 

"Of course not, it's about 'witchcraft,'" she said with a snort as she put the DVD into the player while Ben settled himself on the couch behind her. 

"Wow, and I thought my parents were bad. I'm surprised yours are still letting you have classes... aren't they worried about what someone might teach you?" he asked, teasing. Becky hid her smile from him as she pushed the Play button. Ha, if only he knew.

"They consider themselves very enlightened for considering that I might want a career," she said, turning around to face him as the DVD started up. "Are you okay with a woman having a career?" She walked closer to him, his eyes practically caressing her figure as her skirt swayed.

"Of course I am," he said, grinning up at her, mischievous insolence in his expression. "As long as she also makes me dinner every night, does my laundry and takes care of the kids."

Becky laughed as she straddled his thighs, her knees sinking down into the couch cushions. It put her boobs right in front of his face, and his eyes got very wide, locking onto the little bit of cleavage that she had. She hadn't just chosen this dress because it was pretty though, she'd also picked it because it was stretchy and easy to shrug off her shoulders. Ben looked like he'd died and gone to heaven as she slid her dress down, exposing her creamy, perky breasts and her pretty pink nipples. Since the dress had a built in bra, she hadn't bothered wearing a real one... another reason she'd chosen this dress. 

"Wow..." Ben said, reaching up and grabbing a hold of each breast with his hands. His hot palms against her skin made her moan, and she rubbed herself against his lap, feeling his cock jerking underneath her even through the fabric of his pants. Obviously fascinated, Ben squeezed gently, rubbing his thumbs over the hardened nubs of her nipples, making her squirm with his hesitant but eager touch. "They're so soft."

"Have you ever felt a girl's boobs before?" she asked, breathing a little heavily as he continued to fondle her swollen mounds. While he didn't have the self-assured touch that Mr. Troy did, there was something just as exciting about the awe in his eyes and the way he was exploring her breasts with his hands, like they were new toys and he was a kid on Christmas morning. 

"No..." He looked up at her. "Someone else has touched yours?" She nodded, and she thought she saw a brief flash of jealousy across his face, but it was gone just as quickly. "You've done a lot of stuff with another guy, haven't you?"

For a moment she almost hesitated to tell him, because he seemed even more unsure of himself now, his hands stilling on her breasts - although she noticed that he didn't let go of them. "Yeah. But I kind of like that you haven't... with another girl I mean."

"So, it doesn't bother you that I don't know what I'm doing?" 

Shaking her head, she smiled at his look of relief. His fingers started pressing into the soft flesh of her breasts again, his own smile returning to his face. 

"It's kind of fun," she confessed. "Maybe because I've only ever done anything with one other person."

"Even kissing?"

"Yep. You're the second person I've ever kissed."

This time Ben's smile was a little broader. "So I've got more experience in one area than you."

"Even if you didn't use tongue," she teased, pretending to feel superior. She squeaked when he unexpectedly pinched her nipples in retaliation, sending a little shock of pleasure and pain through her. For just a second he reminded her Mr. Troy, reining her in when she'd gone too far.

"Sorry," he said, shattering the illusion of dominance. "I don't... I don't know why I did that."

"That's okay, I liked it," Becky said, reassuring him. She had too. It had been kind of shocking, but also exciting, to have him take control for just that brief second. She wiggled on top of him, pushing her hard nipples at him. "Do it again?"

Ben's expression and touch became more confident as he started to pinch and tug on her nipples to his heart's content. She was even more pleased when he leaned forward and pulled one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on the hard little bud.

"OH yes... just like that... bite down a little and tug on it... please..." Becky begged, moaning and throwing her head back as she writhed on his lap. She was so hot and wet, both of them totally engrossed in each other and completely ignoring the dancing and singing on the tv behind her. Who needed a silly movie when they could be doing this instead? The power on control seemed to slide back and forth between them as Becky told Ben exactly what she liked and he obliged, occasionally making her beg for what she craved before giving it to her. 

While he didn't have any real experience, Ben's instincts were guiding him, along with Becky's instruction. With one hand, he reached down and palmed her ass, sliding his hand under her skirt so that he could squeeze the smooth cheek. He groaned around her nipple, making it vibrate as he slid his fingers under the elastic of her panties and she rocked against the hard bulge of his cock. 

Suddenly, Becky pulled her breasts away from his face. Her nipples were shiny and wet, quite hard and a very dark pink from all his attentions. Her face was flushed pink as well, because her pussy was on fire and right now she desperately needed Ben to do something about that. 

"I want a birthday present from you," she said, as she sat down on the couch next to him, pulling up her skirt and pushing up her panties. Ben was already breathing hard, his eyes somehow managing to get even wider as she kicked her panties off, exposing the blonde curls on her mound and her swollen pink pussy lips peeking out from beneath. His lips moved, mouthing something, but it was like he had no air in his lungs to actually make the sound.

His reaction was extremely satisfying. As much as she'd enjoyed the way Mr. Troy looked at her naked, there was an excited awe in Ben's expression that Mr. Troy never had when he looked at her. After all, she assumed she wasn't the first naked female that Mr. Troy had seen, but she knew she was Ben's. Showing herself off to him gave her an illicit thrill that even her taboo relationship with her tutor didn't have. 

"I want you to use your mouth on me," she said, sliding her hips towards the edge of her seat as she spread her legs wide.

"Okay." In a flash, Ben was off the couch and on his knees in front of her, his gaze drinking in the sight of her exposed breasts and pussy, the parted pink folds glistening with her cream. Seeing the fascination in his gaze, she wondered if that was how she'd looked to Mr. Troy, the first time she'd seen his cock. "What do I do?"

Ben's question jolted her back to awareness. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently as she realized that it was her turn to play tutor, in a much more thorough way than she had so far.

"Lick me, gently at first, oh yes... just like that, right up the center... OH! Right there, that's my clit... yes, tease it and then move back down again," Becky shuddered as Ben's tongue slipped back and forth between her folds. She pinched her exquisitely sensitive nipples, arching her back as he flicked his tongue over her clit, his eyes on focused on her like lasers as he watched her expression for indication of what she liked. "Yes, now push your tongue inside me... oh yes... just like that..." Becky's hips were starting to move of their own accord as Brandon fucked her with his tongue. His hands pressed on her thighs, pushing them even farther apart as he pushed his face into her pussy, eagerly getting his tongue as deep into her as he could. While he might not have Mr. Troy's experienced skill, his enthusiasm more than made up for it.

Becky couldn't believe how hot it was to look down and see him staring up at her from between her legs, his mouth buried in her pussy. She felt powerful... sexy... and incredibly turned on, even though part of her wished that he could take over now and know exactly what to do, she also loved that she didn't have to wait for him to finish teasing her or winding her up, the way she often did with Mr. Troy.

"Now my clit," she demanded hoarsely, tugging her nipples harder. The tiny buds were turning an almost angry red color from all the abuse and stimulation they'd been going through. "Suck my clit into your mouth."

His head moved up slightly, his lips covered in her honey, and he unerringly found her clit and pulled it into his mouth. Becky gasped, her body spasming as he suckled the tiny bundle of nerves hard, with deep, insistent pulls, the same way he'd sucked on her nipples. Ecstasy rippled through her as she panted and writhed for him, her thighs pressing against his hands, but he held her in place and that just made her climax even stronger. Her fingers were like tiny vises on her nipples, her breath coming in sobbing pants as wave after wave of orgasm poured through her.

"Okay stop," she cried out, finally, when her clit became to sensitive... he didn't know to slow his suction or to sooth her swollen tissues with soft lapping licks the way Mr. Troy did, and she hadn't realized that her orgasm could become so exquisitely painful. "It's too much!"

Not listening, Ben wrung out two more spasms from her body before he released his hold on her swollen nub. It peeked out from its hood, a dark pink hue that nearly rivaled her nipples, and he licked up her juices from her slit without her urging, taking a few deep shuddering breaths, Becky slumped. 

"That was... amazing..." she said, her muscles feeling watery, her body replete with pleasure.

"Good," Ben said, pulling away and wiping off his mouth as he stood up. His eyes were hopeful as his hands went to his belt buckle. "Um, would you mind..."

"Yes," Becky said immediately, getting down onto her knees in front of him. Her hands replaced his, opening the front of his pants and pulling out his large cock. After all, he'd just made her feel good and she wanted to return the favor. Not to mention that, despite her orgasm, she was still craving something inside of her, in some kind of way. Her mouth watered in anticipation of the meaty taste of his dick, but as soon as she wrapped her hand around the thick throbbing shaft, Ben groaned and placed his hands on her head. 

It was all too much for him, his first time seeing, much less playing with, a woman's breasts and her pussy, the taste of Becky's cream on his tongue and the smell of her in his nose, when he finally felt her slim fingers on his cock, he exploded.

His cock was like a volcano, spurting a stream of white cream across Becky's startled face, some of it going directly into her open mouth. A second blast hit her bare tits, dripping down into her cleavage, before she managed to lean forward and get her mouth around dark red head of his cock. Ben's knees buckled and he gripped her head tightly as he thrust his hips forward, instinctively forcing his cock into her throat as the demands of nature filled him.

Becky sucked and swallowed, shocked by how fast Ben had cum, and turned on by it too. The sticky drops of fluid on her face and breasts made her feel excited. This was something Mr. Troy had never done with her! Something that she'd discovered on her own. Looking up and seeing the manic gleam in Ben's eye as he stared down at her cum covered face and tits, she knew that he really liked seeing her all dirty with his cum.

The salty sweet spurts in her mouth went straight down to her belly, all warm and filling, until he finally stopped spurting and he pulled himself free of her lips. 

"Holy... I'm sorry Becky, I couldn't help myself."

"That's okay," she said, looking down at the fluid on her breasts. "It was kind of exciting."

When she looked back up at Ben he was smiling a little sheepishly. "Yeah... I have to admit, I kind of liked doing it."

"I've never done anything like this before," she said, smiling back at him, gesturing at his cum on her tits. Ben's face lit up at the confession.

"Really?"

"Nope. Never done anything like this either." She scooped up some of the cum from her breasts with her fingers and stuck them in her mouth. His cum was a little bit cooler, but still flavorful, and she didn't miss how his eyes flared as he watched her do it. Still on her knees, him still in front of her with his cock hanging out, he watched her scoop up and suck off as much of his cum as she could.

"You missed a spot."

A little shiver went through Becky as Ben wiped some cum from her face and brought it to her lips, watching her mouth as she sucked the cream off of his fingers. 

"Becky? Ben?"

The sound of her father's voice made Becky's heart jump in panic.

"Um, yeah dad?" 

Fortunately her dad was all the way at the top of the stairs, around the corner from where she and Ben were. Immediately she pulled up her dress, covering herself modestly again. While Ben was pulling up his pants and rebuckling his belt, she hurried over to the bottom of the stairs, looking up. Her skin still felt a little sticky, but she was pretty sure that there was nothing visible.

"You guys okay down there?" her dad asked, his hand on the door frame.

"Yeah, just watching Seven Brides for Seven Brothers," she said, as innocently as she could. "It's really nice and cool down here."

"That's good sweetie, just keep the door open up here, okay?"

Becky smiled at him brilliantly, as if she couldn't possibly have any idea why he would insist on having the door open. "Okay daddy."

Giving her another smile, her dad walked away.

They left the door open while they watched the rest of the movie. After all, they didn't need it closed anymore.



Homeschooled Ch. 09



Becky and Ben's parents stood off to the side, proudly watching as Ben knelt down on one knee. A flutter went through Becky's chest. They'd only met a little over a month ago, but she'd known this was coming. It was the way things were done in their church, and her parents had homeschooled her and kept her mostly shut away from the rest of the world. Sure, they'd let her keep up her classes even after she'd gotten her equivalent of a high school diploma, but they'd expected her to get a job with someone connected to their church - if she got a job at all. They considered themselves highly progressive for even considering that she might want a career and making sure that she was prepared for it.

When they'd decided it was time for her to think about getting married, after all, she had just turned twenty, they'd searched out and found Ben. She realized that Ben wasn't quite as sheltered as she was; he was a little older and a male after all, so his parents gave him a bit more freedom than she'd ever had. Still, she'd managed to become more sexually experienced than him, thanks to her tutor Mr. Troy. Not that Ben minded, he'd definitely enjoyed reaping the benefits of that tutelage the few times they'd managed to get some privacy.

She liked him a lot and he liked her; in their church, things moved very quickly, especially with encouraging parents. So this proposal wasn't exactly surprising per say, but it still made her heart beat faster with both excitement and anxiety. Marriage, for her, didn't just mean her relationship with Ben progressing to the next level, it was her entire life progressing. There was no way her parents would ever allow her to move out of their house unless she was married; marriage meant finally getting to make her own choices - as long as her husband was supportive. Becky didn't doubt that Ben would support her. He wasn't nearly as controlling or stifling as her parents, or even compared to his own parents.

Which is why she immediately said yes to his proposal. Standing, his eyes shining brightly, he gave her a chaste brush of his lips on hers, making her mother tearfully exclaim that she'd never seen a more perfect couple. 

In Becky's ideal world, she and Ben would be able to sneak off and indulge in some of the illicit pleasures that they weren't supposed to know about, but unfortunately the parents wanted to immediately celebrate with a special dinner. The food was good, the conversation flowed easily, and every one was very excited and happy, but Becky still would have preferred a more private celebration. 

Well, soon enough she and Ben would have plenty of alone time, and she could show him everything that she'd learned with Mr. Troy. She was going to miss her tutor, but once she was married she knew it wouldn't be right to see him any more. Still, there would be at least one more lesson so that she could say goodbye to him. She owed him a great deal; he'd taught her so much.

******

"Very pretty," Mr. Troy said, holding her hand in the palm of his as he looked at the diamond ring now gracing her finger. He lifted an eyebrow at her. "I take it our lessons are now at an end?"

The hint of disappointment in his voice made Becky's insides warm. While she'd never held any illusions about her tutor and his temporary position in her life, she also liked knowing that he would miss her lessons, just as she would.

"I'd like one last lesson," she said, moving towards him and putting her hands on his chest as she tipped her head back and looked up at him, offering her lips for a kiss. The change from their first lessons together was remarkable. Becky had grown from an innocent and naive young woman who had no idea her effect on men or what to do with her body, to a lusty siren who was bent on pleasure and not afraid to make demands. "I want to know what it feels like to have you cum inside me."

Mr. Troy caressed her hips, sliding his hands up her body to cup the sides of her breasts through her clothing. 

"It might not be in the way you expect," he warned, but his eyes were hot with anticipation and Becky didn't care. Everything that he'd taught her had always resulted in ecstasy. She'd swallowed a lot of his cum, but he'd always worn a condom when he'd fucked her and she wanted to feel the hot liquid filling her. 

"So surprise me," she said, going up on her tiptoes for a kiss. 

He took her mouth confidently, hungrily, and Becky moaned as his hands roamed her body, slowly stripping off her clothes as he took the time to caress and squeeze all her most sensitive spots. Impatiently, she took off his clothes as fast as possible, rubbing her naked flesh against his, delighting in the rasp of his chest hair against her nipples and his swollen cock against her belly. 

Gripping her ass, Mr. Troy half picked her up as he moved them towards the bed, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, working their way into the crack between her buttocks. Becky was used to her tutor touching every inch of her and she didn't protest as his index finger pressed against her crinkled anus. It felt good, teasing the bundle of nerves to life, making her wriggle and try to push back to take his finger into her tight back door. 

"On all fours," Mr. Troy said, giving her ass a little slap as he pulled away. 

Becky immediately got onto the bed on her hands and knees, lowering her upper body so that her heart-shaped ass was high in the air. She looked over her shoulder at him coyly, wiggling her hips to entice him. Between her legs, her pouting pussy was slick and ready for fucking, pink and welcoming. 

She shivered in anticipation as Mr. Troy knelt behind her and lined up his uncovered cock with her wet slit. The sensation of his head sliding up and down her sopping folds was different without the condom, less slick, making for more friction as he circled the tip of his dick around her throbbing clit. Becky moaned and bucked her hips, trying to push back at him, to get him inside of her.

The tutor obliged and she gasped at the sensation of his unsheathed cock pushing into her pussy. Without the slick lubrication of a condom, it felt like her pussy was actually clinging to his flesh; more force was needed to embed himself in her tight channel, and Becky moaned as Mr. Troy thrust back and forth, sinking a little deeper every time. Every bump and ridge on his cock rasped over her sensitive flesh, making her clench as he hit her g-spot and pleasure rippled through her. 

With his hands firmly gripping her hips, holding her in place, she could only shudder and moan as he fucked her from behind. Her breasts swung, her nipples rubbing against her sheets as she arched her back, offering herself up even more to him.

Mr. Troy's fingers drifted, coming to rest on the cheek of her ass, and she squirmed and gasped encouragingly as he wetted one in her pussy and then inserted it into her asshole. The tight squeeze of having both a cock and a finger inside of her had Becky writhing with delight. She moaned and pushed back against Mr. Troy, doing her best to impale herself, moaning her encouragement. 

"Play with your clit, Becky... I want to feel you cumming all over my cock."

His words, as much as the command, had Becky's arousal shooting even higher. Eagerly, she reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit hard, knowing it wouldn't take much to get her off. She was so full, the inner friction so good, her clit was so swollen...

"Oh... Mr. Troy... oh god, Mr. Troy..." She rubbed furiously, thinking about how good it was going to feel when he came inside of her, how much she was looking forward to doing these things with Ben... 

Her orgasm came hard and fast, his finger twisting inside her anus, his cock sliding back and forth in her clenching pussy as she battered her little clit with her fingers. Becky cried out, rocking, writhing, as the built-up tension released like a wound spring, sending the vibrations of ecstasy through her body. Mr. Troy continued steady thrusting only sent her higher on the edge of pleasure, riding the crest as her fingers slowed on her clit as the little nubbin became incredibly sensitive, too sensitive for such direct stimulation.

Becky slumped forward, moaning, shivering because Mr. Troy was still hot and hard inside of her. She wasn't disappointed, because she knew that he would work her up to another orgasm, but she did feel impatient for his release. Because, as always, she wanted to know... know what it would feel like. Know the difference.

She uttered a half-hearted protest as he pulled out, one which stilled immediately as he placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her ass.

Wide eyed, she looked over her shoulder at him, licking her lips nervously, but she didn't protest. Mr. Troy wasn't even looking at her, his focus was entirely on her last virgin hole, which was gaping just very slightly from the ministrations of his finger. During their lessons he'd been devoted to preparing Becky for this very moment, stretching her hole, getting her accustomed to having it filled, but she'd never had anything as big as his cock inside of the tight aperture. 

"This is going to hurt a little," he told her, a kind of male satisfaction threaded through his tone. "It will get better though."

Nodding, Becky dropped her head down as her neck started to ache from looking back at her tutor. She gasped as he pushed forward, the mushroom head of his cock pushing into her ass, the tight hole immediately closing around the bulbous tip. The girth of his shaft was still wider than she was used to and she whimpered as her sphincter spasmed, trying to squeeze back to its former proportions. Mr. Troy moaned with pleasure as her anus squeezed and massaged him, his fingers digging into her hips as he resisted the urge to plunge entirely into her virgin orifice. 

Very gently, but firmly, he rocked his hips, pushing a little deeper, aided by the feminine cream that coated his cock with a glossy finish. 

Becky bit down on her lip to keep from protesting as her anus burned at the invasion. It did hurt, but it wasn't unbearable, and something about being invaded in such a private and perverse manner had her pussy leaking even more. Her hand drifted back to her clit, stroking the sensitized bud very gently, making her body relax slightly even as Mr. Troy's cock slid deeper into her ass. The chaotic mix of pleasure and pain made her moan as she pressed her face into the mattress... not trying to escape the inexorable advance of Mr. Troy's cock, but just following her body's desperate need for surcease from what felt almost like cramp as he stretched another inch of her now deflowered ass.

She'd wanted to know what it would feel like to have him cum inside of her though, and now she knew why he'd said it wouldn't be what she'd expected. It did seem like the best way to avoid pregnancy though, going by the lessons he'd given her on reproduction. Even if it did hurt, a burning, tingling cramping hurt that somehow also felt kind of good. She couldn't explain how or why, but her body was reacting with excitement and arousal despite the pain. Rubbing her clit helped even more.

Finally his balls tapped lightly against her swollen pussy lips, his groin flush against the curve of her ass, and Becky groaned as he held himself still inside of her, both of them swamped in the sensation of his cock tightly and fully embedded in her ass. She'd never felt so full, not even with him in her pussy. Maybe there was less space in her ass, or maybe she was just tighter there, but the sensation fairly took her breath away.

Then he began to move.

The burning came back as his cock receded, making her gasp for air at the strange sensation of being emptied, his cock rasping over her sensitive inner tissues. Then he plunged back in and Becky cried out as her face was forced down into the mattress, her one arm not enough to hold her up as her other hand continued to rub and circle her clit. The more it hurt, the more she pressed her fingers against the little bundle of nerves, an almost spastic reaction.

"Fuck you're so tight... your ass feels so good..." Mr. Troy's deep voice was raspier than ever, husky with his need, and Becky found herself pushing her ass back up against him as he thrust forward. Her pussy was clenching and spasming emptily, hungrily, as her fingers worked her clit, her body reveling in the sensation of being so full, even if it was in the wrong hole, even if the filling burned. 

Slowly Mr. Troy's thrusts became rougher, harder, faster, making it impossible for Becky to ever quite get used to the fucking, but she was loving it. The pain and the pleasure was mingling in her body, sending her spiraling high as the burning became pleasurable, something that she almost wallowed in. There was a need building that made any discomfort seem small and insignificant, making her push back hard against Mr. Troy's cock. His length was gliding slickly in and out of her body now, with no more resistance, although the inner muscles of her ass were massaging him every time he buried himself between her cheeks.

"Fuck... yeeeess..." The word was gritted out between his teeth, and Becky nearly screamed with the sensation as his cock swelled inside of her and began to pulse. Her sphincter was still so tight that she could feel each spurt of fluid, gathering outside of her body and then forcing it's way in, jetting hot liquid deep into her bowels. She did scream as the molten heat filled her and her fingers rubbed hard against her clit, sending her into paroxysms of ecstasy more complete than she'd ever experienced before. 

It was base and perverted, hot and sensual, completely unbridled needy passion that filled her to the brim and then emptied out of her, leaving her gasping and shaky. Mr. Troy's hands grabbed at her wrists, raising her arms above her head as his rough final thrusts forced her body down, crushing her against the mattress beneath them. Inside of her, he pulsed, his body hard above her, until he finally slumped, the manacles of his fingers relaxing. 

Becky was breathless, overcome with all the sensations... Her virgin ass had been deflowered and filled with cum, Mr. Troy's hot body was completely covering hers, and she was still quivering from the intensity of her orgasm. 

Little kisses against the back of her shoulder were enough to make her shudder, she felt so exquisitely sensitive over every inch of her skin. 

"Becky, you may have been my favorite student I've ever had," Mr. Troy whispered in her ear.

She couldn't help but giggle. "You're definitely my favorite tutor."

******

Once they were cleaned up and she was presentable again for when her parents came home, Becky wound her arms around Mr. Troy's neck and gave him an enthusiastic goodbye kiss. Their tongues dueled, and she could feel him beginning to harden against her stomach, but she knew that this part of her life was over.

"Thank you for everything," she said, her eyes shining with gratitude and appreciation, both emotions were reflected back at her in Mr. Troy's eyes.

"Believe me Becky, it was my pleasure."

Sighing, Becky released him and waved as he pulled out of her parents' driveway, sad to see him go, but excited about the next part of her life. A life that Mr. Troy had well prepared her for.

She had a wedding to plan.

*****

 There will be one more chapter of Homeschooled, about Ben and Becky's wedding night which, I'm quite sure, is going to lead them to a happily ever after! 



Homeschooled Ch. 10



Author's Note: Personally, I find this chapter both erotic and romantic, but it should be noted that it does have a spanking in it as well... so if you don't like spanking stories, you should pass on this one. Otherwise, enjoy the last chapter of Homeschooled!

******

The white dress draped around Becky's body was modest and simple, with a scoop neckline that didn't go too low and pretty lace cap-sleeves. Despite how simple it was, she loved it. It made her skin glow and her cheeks pink; with her blonde hair and blue eyes, she looked like an angel. 

Clutching her bouquet of flowers, she took her father's arm and began to walk down the aisle, towards a beaming Benjamin.

******

The reception was over not long after dinner, as their church didn't approve of dancing, and Becky was officially Ben's wife. Which was actually quite frustrating at the moment, since the church also didn't approve of public displays of affection. The most they could do was hold hands and give each other the occasional chase kiss - but not too many of those either. 

She could tell that Ben was just as anxious as she was to go to the hotel where they were spending the night. Tomorrow they'd move into Ben's parent's basement, which was a fully functional little apartment, until they were able to find a place of their own. He joked that he'd basically already moved in, he'd just had to carry his clothes downstairs. Becky was excited to be out of her parents house; it was obvious that Ben's parents were much more lenient. 

Plus, her last lesson with Mr. Troy had been several weeks ago and she and Ben hadn't had any time alone together since. Her body was thrumming, ready with pure neediness for pleasure. While she'd self-pleasured herself a few times, it just wasn't quite the same, and she always ran the risk of being caught by her mom. She was always popping into Becky's room with wedding plans and things to talk about. 

But now Becky's room was going to be out of her mom's reach, and tonight she and Ben were finally going to get to be alone together! As soon as they could leave this darned reception!

It seemed to take forever until they were alone together... Becky thought she might orgasm as soon as he touched her pussy, she was so wound up by the time they were allowed to go back to their hotel room. She'd almost snapped at her mother when her mom tried to give her all sorts of well-intentioned advice about what was about to happen when she and Ben reached their room.

Heck, as soon as they reached their room, she planned on tearing his clothes off!

Unfortunately, when they finally got there, Ben had other plans. Although he kissed her back as hungrily as she kissed him, when she started trying to pull off his suit jacket, he pushed her hands away and ended the kiss. Becky pouted up at him.

"What's wrong?"

"Well... I have something to ask you," he said, his expression so serious that her arousal dampened. He led her over to the bed and sat her down on the edge, sitting down next to her with his body angled towards hers, and holding her hand. "I promise it won't change how I think or feel about you. I love you and you're my wife. But the entire time we've been together, you've seemed to have a lot more experience than me, and in a lot of ways I appreciate that, but I wanted to ask where all that experience came from."

Becky knew that she was supposed to keep Mr. Troy a secret... and she felt a little ashamed of how she'd begged her tutor for the extra lessons she'd received... but Ben was her husband and she'd just promised to love and obey him just a few hours ago! So she told him everything, from her first lessons and her little crush on Mr. Troy, all the way up to her last lesson. Ben didn't interrupt or change his expression as he listened to her, and so it was quite easy to tell him everything. 

Finally, she wound up her story and he nodded, an air of finality about him.

"Okay. But I want you to know that there will be no more kissing or anything else with any other men now that you're my wife."

"Of course," Becky said, a little surprised that he would feel the need to say so.

Her new husband gave her a look that sent a little shiver up her spine. Becky had responded to authority from the first, with Mr. Troy and now with the very take-charge attitude Ben had. That inherent trait in Ben's personality was part of why she'd been attracted to him from the very beginning. "You can't say 'of course.' We were dating while you were doing these 'lessons' with your tutor. You never told me and you didn't stop them."

She opened her mouth to respond, but there wasn't really anything she could say in her defense. Ben was absolutely right. She hadn't wanted to stop the lessons, because she'd been to curious and she'd enjoyed them too much. She'd also enjoyed knowing more than Ben and being able to show someone else everything that she'd been learning. At the same time, she'd never told Ben where she was getting her knowledge from, because she'd known that he'd want her to stop. And she hadn't wanted to.

A flush, that had nothing to do with arousal, filled her cheeks and she looked down at her hand in his, feeling regret for the first time, and also anxiety at the thought that he might be disappointed in her. He didn't seem angry at least, but somehow disappointment would be worse.

"I'm sorry."

"I forgive you," he said promptly and sincerely, startling her into look up at him hopefully. "However, I think you should be punished as a reminder never to let another man touch you like that again."

"Punished?" Becky echoed, a little touch of fear winding its way through her emotions. This was certainly a side to Ben that she'd never seen before! 

"Yes," Ben said firmly. "I can see that you understand that you did something wrong and you feel guilty about it. To start our marriage off right, I think I should give you a spanking, so that we can begin our lives together with the slate wiped clean." 

A spanking? Ben wanted to spank her? That was something Mr. Troy hadn't really done, other than a few slaps to her bottom on occasion. She hadn't been spanked since she was a little girl. But the image in her head, of being bare bottomed over Ben's lap while he applied his hand to her butt, didn't make her feel like a little girl. Sure, the idea was a little scary but it was also kind of... well, to say the least, she was starting to get turned on again. Maybe it was just because she was dying to get naked with Ben, no matter what the scenario, but a spanking really didn't sound so bad. 

"Okay," she said, surprising both of them. For the first time, Ben's expression changed, to something almost startled.

"Really?" Obviously he thought he'd have to do a little more to talk her into it. 

"Yeah," she said, nodding. "I mean, that makes sense. I do feel guilty and I don't want to start our marriage that way. Um... so, what should I do now?"

Ben gave himself a little shake, as if putting himself back in order, and tugged on her hand. Becky stood up so that she was standing in front of him.

"Undress." 

It didn't matter that it was for a spanking; Becky's body immediately heated up at the firm command. Partly because of the domineering quality in Ben's voice and partly because of the actual command. Fortunately, because of the simplicity of the dress, it was an easy matter of unzipping the back and letting it fall from her body.

Her new husband sucked in a breath as he saw the sheer, silky slip she was wearing underneath. That's all she was wearing. Since she'd been able to get dressed by herself, she'd enjoyed that little bit of naughtiness, anticipating Ben's reaction when he saw that she'd been basically naked under the dress all day. It was everything she'd hoped for. His eyes roamed over her curves, drinking in her stiff pink nipples as they poked against the transparent fabric, and down to the blonde curls between her legs.

"Becky... what am I going to do with you?" His voice huffed out on a half-laugh, husky and aroused.

"Spank me, apparently," she replied a bit ruefully. This wasn't quite how she'd imagined getting naked for her husband, but it didn't stop her pussy from creaming as she watched him look at her, appreciation and erotic hunger glowing in his eyes.

Ben's gaze darkened a bit at her reminder, his expression becoming more stern again. The bulge in the front of his pants remained large and noticeable. 

"Right," he said, shrugging off his jacket. He tossed it to the side and moved back on the bed a little so that he was securely seated, and then he patted his lap. "On your stomach, sweetheart."

It felt so very strange to be completely naked in front of Ben, while he was still full clothed. Her stomach did crazy little flip flops as she laid herself over his thighs, aware that he was rolling up the sleeves of his shirt in preparation to spank her. She felt more vulnerable than she ever had before in her life as he scooted her body forward so that she had to put her hands out to balance on the floor in front of her, tipping her bottom up to make a perfect target.

The spankings of her childhood hadn't been like this at all!

Ben put his hand on her butt, his palm warming her skin as he rubbed a little circle. "I did some research, online, about how best to do this. I want to take care of you, as my wife, and that includes punishing you when you've done something wrong. This spanking will wipe away all previous transgressions so that we can start our marriage with nothing hanging over our heads."

To her surprise, little tears sparked in Becky's eyes. Although she couldn't entirely regret her time spent with Mr. Troy, she did feel quite badly that her lessons had continued while Ben had been courting her. It had been very selfish. If he'd revealed that he'd been involved with another woman that way, while he was courting her, she would be wracked with jealousy and misery. She realized that she was quite lucky that Ben loved her anyway and that he was willing to punish her and move on with their relationship.

"I'm sorry," she said, quite sincerely. Craning her head slightly so that she could look at her new husband. "I never meant to hurt you... and I want to start our marriage with a clean slate too."

He gave her a little smile. "Good, I'm glad to hear that."

Then his hand came down. The first spank was more shocking than painful, although it stung a bit. Becky dropped her head back down, her neck aching a little from turning to look at him, blinking as she tried to absorb this new sensation. His hand smacked against her other butt cheek and she squeaked a little, wriggling. 

Stinging... but not quite painful. Little smacks peppered her bottom, warming her skin and making her squirm. Between her legs, her pussy was growing quite hot and needy. This really wasn't so bad at all, she thought.

It was if she'd spoken aloud. As soon as she'd had the thought, Ben's hand started coming down harder. With her skin already warmed up, it wasn't as shockingly painful as it could have been, but it hurt much more than the little stinging taps he'd been giving her before. Now his hand smacked against her flesh, flattening it with every blow, turning the very light blush of her bottom to a dark pink.

Becky cried out - it hurt so much more! 

"Ow! Ben! That hurts!"

"It's supposed to," he said, his voice stern. "Being intimate with another man, while you were being intimate with me, was very wrong, Becky."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She swore he spanked her even harder. Squealing, she tried to wriggle away, but Ben held her firmly in place. When she tried to reach back to cover her burning backside, he grasped her wrists firmly in his hand and placed them in the small of her back, giving her even less room to wriggle. 

"Ow! I'm sorry! I won't ever - OW! - be with another man again!"

Tears sparked in her eyes. It felt like her backside was on fire! Ben's hand was all over her upturned bottom, spanking her from crest to the extremely sensitive tops of her thighs. His fingertips even smacked against her swollen pussy lips once or twice, which really hurt! Becky begged as tears began to fall down her cheeks. 

True remorse filled her as he spanked her, making her face both her actions and the consequences. She really shouldn't have done that to Ben. It had been selfish, unfair and unworthy of their relationship. She should have stopped her private lessons with Mr. Troy long before she actually had. She really was truly sorry and if she could go back and do it again, she would make different choices.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Despite her internal acknowledgement that she richly deserved this spanking - in fact, it might be the least of what she deserved, considering that Ben had already forgiven her - that didn't make it any easier on her poor bottom! Her skin felt scalded as Ben blistered her butt cheeks, turning them a rosy, cherry red.

Every smack had her shrieking as she clung to his calves and ankles, sobbing out her apologies, making promises for the future. When Ben finally stopped, she almost didn't notice. Her entire backside was burning so furiously that the cessation of the spanking barely registered. It was only when she felt his hand rubbing over her poor, abused bottom, sparking a different kind of tingling sting, that she realized it had stopped. 

"Is it over?" she sniffled, trying to wipe away her tears with one hand while the other pressed against the floor.

"Yes. As long as you've learned your lesson," Ben said, caressing her hot bottom, his voice still quite stern.

"I have, I have!" Becky said earnestly. "I love you. I don't want any other men anyway and I won't hide things from you."

"Good," her husband said with satisfaction, patting her bottom. His hand slipped down her crimson cheeks and between her legs. Becky gasped with shock and a kind of awe as his fingers delved between the slippery lips of her pussy. Her ass might be painfully on fire, but part of her body had responded in a wholly illogical manner! Ben chuckled as his finger pressed into her body, making her squirm on his lap again, but this time for an entirely different reason. It was at that moment that Becky realized his erection had subsided at all while he'd spanked her - if anything, it had grown! "Well this is unexpected."

Becky almost told him to stop, because it was so embarrassing that she'd become so aroused while he was punishing her - and so incomprehensible! - but it turned out to be unnecessary because he was already sliding his finger out of her tight hole. Which made her feel disappointed instead. 

"On your knees," Ben said, as he gently helped her off of his lap. Standing up, he started undoing the front of his pants. "I want you to show me how sorry you are, and then we can consummate our marriage."

The thick rod of his erection sprang eagerly out of his pants; the head of his cock was a dark angry red and precum was leaking freely from the tip. Spanking her had obviously turned him on a great deal. 

Immediately, Becky wrapped her fingers around his hot, thick length, opening her mouth eagerly. It had been so long since she'd been able to touch him like this! Groaning, Ben wove his fingers into her hair as she took his cock into her mouth. His hips pumped, forcing his dick into the entrance of her throat, his movements much more confident, much more domineering than they had ever been before. Obviously his taking control of their encounter had affected him greatly.

Becky loved it, her thighs rubbing together to try and relieve some of the ache in her pussy as he forced his cock deeper into her mouth. Only her hand, wrapped around the base, kept him from pushing his entire length in. She gagged slightly as the head of his cock rubbed against the back of her throat, bracing her other hand on his thigh to keep herself on balance. The cool air wafting over her hot red butt cheeks felt good, although they felt quite sore anyway.

"I've missed this..." he said, groaning again as he fucked her mouth, his hands forcefully moving her head back and forth over his slick shaft. It only took him a few hard thrusts after that and then he was exploding in her mouth, his cock pulsing as cum gushed down her throat. Becky swallowed as quickly as she could but some of it still leaked out of the corners of her lips and down onto her chin, dripping onto her breasts as she struggled to keep up with the fountain of fluid. Ben was moaning, his hips pumping more slowly as spurt after spurt of cum filled her mouth and belly.

When he finally finished, Becky was panting for breath, using the back of her hand to wipe up her messy chin as his slowly deflating cock slipped from her lips. The taste of his seed coated the inside of her mouth, and looking up at the relieved expression on his face, she felt both proud of herself and relieved at how much Ben loved her. 

"That was so good," Ben murmured as he helped her to her feet. "I'm glad that we can start our marriage off right now."

"Me too," Becky said. She hummed with pleasure when he kissed her, deeply and passionately. When his hands slid down to cup her buttocks, she whimpered and jerked against him as the renewed sting lanced through her. Her heated cheeks felt even hotter against his palms, and even his gentle squeeze felt rough... at the same time, her squirming body made his dick - which was still half-hard - swell against her soft stomach and her pussy was so wet she could practically feel her cream leaking down onto the tops of her thighs.

To distract herself from the sting of his groping hands on her blistered bottom and the aching need that was growing in her pussy, Becky started to undress him more fully. This time he didn't stop her as she undid the buttons on his shirt, baring his chest to her. They kept kissing as she pulled off his clothing and she could feel his cock growing against her body with every passing second. He recovered so much faster than Mr. Troy!

When they moved towards the bed, Becky was so heated that she almost forgot about how sore her butt was until she jumped onto the bed and landed on her backside. 

"OW!" Automatically, she planted her feet wide apart, thrusting her hips up so that she was balanced on her feet and shoulders, keeping her hot, red cheeks off of the mattress. The maneuver had Ben panting as he crawled on top of her, the weight of him pushing her body back down.

Although her ass was now pressing against the bed with Ben's weight on top of her, part of her liked the sharp pain that mingled with her arousal. All of the sensations coursing through her felt sharper and more visceral than ever before. Maybe it was the spanking, maybe it was just because it was Ben, but either way, Becky felt like she was going to explode with need if she didn't cum soon.

"Please," she begged, pulling at him with her hands and legs, squirming at how uncomfortable her bottom felt against the sheets and the itching desire that had enveloped the lower half of her body. 

One hand on his cock, which was already rock hard again, Ben groaned as he rubbed the head up and down her wet slit. It felt different from any of her previous experiences... with no condom, the mushroom head wasn't nearly as slick and it felt like it was almost catching on her skin. The feel of it rubbing her sensitive folds was just different enough to make the sensations feel almost entirely new.

When he began to push inside of her, Becky almost levitated off the bed. She hadn't known how much the lubricated condoms had helped Mr. Troy's entry to her pussy; now she could feel every millimeter of Ben's cock as it spread open her tight hole. The friction was intense and incredible, and she didn't even care that her bottom flared and burned as she bounced it on the bed, working her pussy over Ben's dick as she moaned with pleasure. Groaning, Ben thrust hard and deep, spearing her so fast that tears sprang into her eyes as her pussy stretched to accommodate his big dick. 




Homeschooled Ch. 10



Becky wrapped her legs around the backs of his thighs, rubbing her swollen pussy lips and clit against his body while Ben held rigidly still, gasping at the sensation of being entirely encased in the hot, wet grip of her body. She could feel every ridge, every bump on his cock... it was completely different from having sex with a condom. There was no barrier between them, they were together as man and wife, the way they should be. 

Then he began to move.

"Oh... OH! That feels incredible... oh Ben..." 

She writhed underneath him, her sore bottom scraping against the sheets, adding another level of sensation to the chaotic mix rushing through her body. Her nails dug into his shoulders as Ben thrust, an expression of concentration on his face. Despite the fact that he'd already cum in her mouth, the tight vise of her silken pussy massaging his dick was already wreaking havoc on his self control. The hot, wet heaven had coated his dick, making his thrusts smooth and slick while her inner muscles clenched around him.

The intense sensation of Ben's bare cock riding her, his body rubbing against her, when she was already so wound up, had Becky going off like a rocket. She screamed his name as she started to cum, clawing at his shoulders as the intense erotic passion drowned her body in sensation.

As her climax rocked her, her pussy squeezed and spasmed around Ben's cock. He thrust harder, faster, sending her flying higher, as his balls tingled with the precursor of his second orgasm of the night. Their bodies were locked together, the wet sounds of her pussy as he filled it again and again echoing through the room, interspersed with their gasps and Becky's cries of ecstasy. With the way Ben was pounding into her, she couldn't stop cumming, the waves of her orgasm rolling over her like high tide, without giving her a moment's rest. 

It was glory and light and so much stimulation that she thought she might actually black out when he finally swelled inside of her, thrusting so hard and rough that her butt felt like it was getting a second spanking from the mattress. Clinging to him, Becky sobbed as her overworked pussy fluttered. 

The hot throbbing inside of her was entirely unfamiliar. She could actually feel him pulse as hot cum gushed, spurt after spurt jetting into her unprotected womb. It felt so good it almost hurt.

They held each other in place, pulsing together, riding out the last shudders of their climaxes, until Ben collapsed on top of her. His weight didn't crush her, as he obviously feared when he pulled himself back up a moment later. Becky hung onto him. She'd liked the feel of his weight on top of her, his cock still buried deep inside of her. It was something else she had never really experienced, as Mr. Troy had always slid out of her immediately to take off the condom.

This was an intimacy to be savored, and she felt so warm and protected under Ben's body. It felt so very right. Her lessons with Mr. Troy might have taught her about physical pleasure, but it was with Ben that she'd learned how much better that physical pleasure was when encompassed by emotions. It didn't matter that her bottom was still sore or that her pussy was already aching from the rough ride; she felt good in a way that she'd never experienced before. And it was all because she loved her husband.

Cupping his face in her hands, she smiled up at him. "I'm so happy you're my husband."

"I'm so happy you're my wife," Ben murmured back, one hand gently stroking her hair. Propped up on his elbows to keep his full weight from her, he seemed content to stay atop her, inside of her. She still locked her legs around his though, just in case he got any ideas about moving. "I hope I never have to punish you like that again though."

"Maybe not quite so hard or for so long... but I might not mind doing a little bit of that again," Becky said shyly, her eyelashes fluttering. She found it hard to look him in the face as she admitted that.

Her new husband chuckled and rolled, making her shriek as she found herself on top of him, his hands reaching down to grope her sore cheeks again. That made her shudder and clench, which made his hips jerk as he thrust up into her. Both of them moaned at the little orgasmic waves of pleasure that ran through them.

Panting, Ben smiled up at her. "I wouldn't mind it either."

Smiling, Becky rested her head down on his shoulder, snuggling up to him. There were a lot of lessons she'd learned with Mr. Troy that she was eager to show Ben, but for right now, all she wanted to do was bask in the happiness of his love. There was no doubt that she was happier than she'd ever been in her life.

And they lived happily ever after, doing very naughty things that neither of their parents would approve of.