****** Educated at Home by Redcanyon64@hotmail.com ******
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Educated at Home


When my husband took a position, which had him on the road for a while, I
learned a few things about myself, things that I couldn't have imagined before
that month. In my mid-thirties I had reached a point in my life where I felt
confident and wise. But today, I am far wiser.

I had been spending a couple evenings a week with a woman that I work with.
Brenda is also in her mid-thirties and recently divorced. She had moved into a
nice little apartment about a mile from our house, so it was nice to spend our
otherwise-lonely evenings together.

Often I would tell my husband about my discussions with Brenda, and once in a
while he would smile and say, "Don't be having any lesbian sex while I'm gone".
We'd both laugh since we both knew that me having a lesbian affair would turn
him on. Me having any type of affair while he is gone would turn him on. He
loves to share me sexually but except for two other men in our past, I have
never really pursued that type of activity. It just makes me nervous. I know I
would enjoy it once the ice was broken, but I'm not used to picking up guys or
girls. It just makes me nervous, that's all.

Since Brenda's marriage had begun to spiral down the drain, she had been
meeting men on the internet. She had even met a few in person, one she had sex
with. For over a year I had been hearing her tell about the men she was meeting
on-line (and off). I guess in the back of my mind it excited me to hear about
her "dates", but I could never imagine myself doing it.

One late summer evening that my husband was away, I got a call from Brenda. She
asked me if I would mind coming over to be there when a new guy stopped by. He
was 22 and she met him online. She said that she would feel safer if I was
there, so how could I say no. I felt obligated. I guess I also wanted to see
what he would be like, so I agreed.

He was a good-looking kid and he flirted with both of us, so I was enjoying the
night. Brenda is tall and blonde and I am shorter with darker hair and I think
we are both pretty good looking. So, I think the kid was really into the
attention and the "variety".

I started to feel like I should let them be alone so I stood to leave. As soon
as I did the kid stood and said he should be getting home too. I objected,
saying that I didn't want to break up the night. He very politely said that he
didn't want to wear out his welcome on a first date and insisted on leaving as
well.

We all said our goodbyes and I got in my car as they were kissing goodnight. On
the way home I was feeling a bit jealous. Although I was very happy that Brenda
was having fun for a change (her divorce was very ugly), I did envy the
excitement that she was experiencing.

I made a quick stop for a soda and went straight home. One nice thing about my
husband being gone was that I could park my car in the one-car garage. It
always makes me feel a bit safer when I can do that.

As I was closing the car door and reaching for the button to close the garage
door, I saw a car pull up in front of our driveway. I live in a very quiet
neighborhood and assumed it was one of my neighbors but I couldn't quite make
out the car. To my surprise, Brenda's young friend stepped out of the car and
called out, "I can't believe that you live right down the street from my
sister!" He had an amused look on his face as he started walking up the
driveway.

"Who's your sister?" I asked as I racked my brain for who it could be.

Before I could even take in a breath, the young man lunged for me. In one
incredibly swift and powerful stroke the 6 foot tall figure took hold of me,
pushed the garage door button and hurled me through the entry door and into our
basement family room.

My mind reeled as I fell to the carpet. I was stunned! I wasn't even sure what
was happening for a moment. Everything seemed to move in slow motion but not
slow enough for me to make sense of it.

Suddenly out of the darkness, he landed on my back and wrapped his big hand
around by mouth.

It wasn't until this precise moment that I realized what was happening. I was
being attacked. His weight landing on me and my fright caused me to grunt and
squeal, but I knew that the basement walls and his hand would keep this
happening a secret for as long as he wanted it to.

"I can keep my hand over your mouth or I can let you breath," he panted in my
left ear. "You wanna breath?"

Of course I wanted to breath. I nodded frantically.

"OK, but one sound out of you and I'll make sure you stay quiet. Do you
understand me?"

I didn't really understand. I wanted to know what he meant by that. Would he
kill me? What did he mean?

I didn't ask I just gave him another frantic nod.

"OK" he said as he slowly pulled his cigarette-smelling hand away from my face.
But, he continued to lay with his full weight pinning me to the floor. "We're
gonna do this nice if you can keep your mouth shut." And with that he raised
himself up and lifted my pelvis from the floor with one hand.

"Get up on your hands and knees," he said in a very even voice. I did as he
said, fearful of what he would do if I even hesitated. So far he hadn't really
hurt me but I knew he meant business.

Before I knew it he had unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and was pulling them
with my panties, down over my rump. I couldn't believe he was doing this. Why
was this happening? If he wanted sex why didn't he stay with Brenda?

The next thing I knew, his weight was bearing down on me again. I collapsed
forward and as my cheek hit the floor (stunning me a bit) I felt his erect
penis forcing it's way into the opening of my vagina. My reaction was to
tighten up in resistance. This caused him to grab a handful of my short hair
and yank my head backward. "Fight me and I'll beat the shit out of you!" He
boomed into my ear.

With that he again lifted himself off of me and pulled my pelvis upward.
Understanding that this was my cue to get on all fours, I supported myself on
my hands and knees. I heard him spit into his hand and then I felt him smear it
on my exposed labia. His palm pushed firmly against my pussy and he moved it
down between my thighs and forced its way through until it was pressing on my
clitoris.

At this moment I knew that I was my own worst enemy. The fun and flirtation of
the evening had caused my pussy to be a bit wet. I had noticed the tingle
earlier, when I thought that this kid was a good-looking young man. But now my
wetness and his spit, combined with his continued firm touching on my clit, was
causing a reaction. I could feel my pussy begin to swell. Soon, I could no
longer deny that what he was doing (including the handful of hair) was exciting
me.

Somewhere out of the darkness, I heard myself let out a moan of pleasure. That
was when he went crazy. "Ooo, you like this shit don't you? I knew it. Don't
worry honey. You're gonna love me. Oh yeah, you're gonna love me."

Then, he raped me.

His hand got hold of another handful of hair and my head went backward. Without
missing a beat his hard penis plunged all the way to the bottom of my womb. I
expelled every bit of air in my lungs. And out of the darkness I heard myself
grunt. He was on his knees behind me and he controlled me as if I were a horse,
hitched to a wagon. My hair was his reigns and I had no choice but to go where
he wanted me.

With my head thrown back I could hear my throaty pant, another betrayal of
myself. He could hear it in my breathing. He slowly pulled his cock out until
the tip nearly popped out and then slammed his pelvis into my ass cheeks again.
I responded with another grunt.

In the darkness I was seeing his face from earlier in the evening. I couldn't
believe that the same cute face was behind me - fucking me. I couldn't
believe... that it was feeling good. He was right. I loved it. Somewhere
inside, earlier in the evening, I had decided that I might like to have sex
with him, or someone like him. I couldn't believe that this is how it was
happening.

Just when I thought that he was going to pull my hair out by the roots, he
released it and my head dropped heavily forward. At the same time, he leaned
into me with all of his weight - driving his cock deep into my pussy and
driving me back down to the floor. I was starting to feel the carpet burn on my
knees as he continued to drive his cock in and out of my pussy. He grabbed my
wrists in each of his hands and pulled my arms out away from my body, as if in
a diving position.

I started to be conscious of the rest of my body and I could tell that my legs
were now spreading for him. My butt began to rise to meet his hips, as he would
drive into me. His cock felt so large and very hard. I was totally at his mercy
and secretly beginning to like it. Tears of fear mixed with the new ones of
desire - or were they tears of guilt. It all seemed to mix together into an
ever-intensifying wave of emotions.

There in absolute darkness, a total stranger was fucking me as if this might be
the only fuck of his lifetime. He was panting and grunting and calling me
names. Telling me what a whore I was for loving it. He knew it, God damn it. He
knew I loved to be fucked.

His thrusts were coming at an increasing rate and force. My T-shirt (actually
my husbands T-shirt, with his company logo on it) was beginning to roll up
beneath me, from the constant pounding he was giving me. Eventually, he
released my wrists long enough to pull the t-shirt up over my head and arms,
all the time pumping his cock in and out of my pussy. Except for my jeans,
bunched up on my left ankle (which I couldn't free myself from after trying
repeatedly) I was now totally naked. I tried to rationalize what was happening
and the fact that I was enjoying it by trying to tell myself that this was no
longer rape, but some freakish event that I somehow had instigated by flirting
with him. But he continued to prove to me that I had no say in this. I was his
victim. I was being raped.

Suddenly, he stopped fucking me and pulled out. I groaned with disappointment.
Out of the darkness, I heard the sound of my husband's T-shirt being ripped
into pieces. Next, he used one of the pieces to tie my hands behind my back and
one he used as a gag that he tied behind my head. Finally, he stood and I could
hear him removing articles of clothing. I knew he wasn't through with me, and
as I gritted my teeth around the piece of T-shirt I was glad. I wanted more.

I heard him feeling along the wall and I knew that he was reaching for the
light switch, but I still wasn't prepared for the harsh white light that filled
the basement. With a handful of my hair and a hand full of my left arm he
lifted me to my feet and pulled my head back. I stared directly into the light
fixture overhead and it was blinding.

"Come on Lisa, let's go fuck on the old man's bed!" I hated him saying that. I
didn't want to fuck in our bed. I didn't want to do this to my husband, but I
wanted him to fuck me again. I wanted him to take the choice out of my hands
and rape me again. But he released me and said, "Go on. Take me to your bedroom
honey." God damn him! He was going to make me lead him to our bed.

I must have hesitated or given him a funny look, because he grabbed my arm and
delivered a stinging smack across my ass. This got the tears flowing again and
I immediately led him up the stairs into more darkness.

Down the main hallway I finally stopped at the bottom of the bed where my
husband and I sleep and make love. With my feet still firmly planted on the
floor my young rapist pushed my torso over onto the bed and ran two, maybe
three fingers into my soaking pussy. He moaned as if he was pleased with what
he found inside me. I think it was the wetness that he felt. He knew that I was
enjoying this. He knew it.

He grabbed my arms and shoved me all the way on to the bed and then by grabbing
both ankles and by twisting them, he forced me to roll onto my back. He then
walked to the nightstand and turned on the soft light that sits upon it. I
looked at his young, smooth, hairless body and his soft brown pubic hair. And I
looked at the cock that had been fucking me for the past 15 minutes or so. He
was such a specimen, and I struggled with the fact of what he was. And as I did
he climbed between my legs and lowered his body onto mine and with both hands
he reached beneath me and lifted my ass so that my pubic mound rose up to allow
him perfect access.

With his hands spreading my ass and my pussy he slid back into me and began to
fuck me again. His face was buried in my neck and I watched the ceiling fan
turn as I began to give myself up to the pleasure again. God, it felt so good.

When he heard me moaning louder, he used his hands to lift his chest from mine,
so that he could look into my eyes. And that is exactly what he did as he drove
his cock into me harder and harder. My muffled screams and grunts only made him
fuck me harder and faster, until I felt him begin to tense up and saw his eyes
begin to glaze over. And I came. I came in waves that vibrated so deep inside
me that I thought I would break open. And just when I was sure that I was
leaving this world, he came inside me and I started to come all over again.

I don't know how many women have had an orgasm while being raped, but I'm sure
the number of women who have enjoyed a mutual climax with their rapist is a
very small number. But that is what I did. He left me to work my way out of my
restraints. And by the time I freed myself he had disappeared into the city
around me. I was left alone with myself.

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