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.