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.