Beckys Further Education

Becky's Further Education

May I suggest that you read 'Becky and Grandad' before reading this continuation.

Part 1.

I knew that the train journey back to my university town would take around two hours and so I settled down and tried to relax.

I was lucky enough that my parents had paid for a first-class ticket and the train was an express service with very few stops so, as I sat in the extremely comfortable seat opposite an older guy, I knew that the carriage was unlikely to have any more passengers.

I fetched my tablet from my rucksack and was soon reading my latest erotic novel. I'm not sure if my ensuing behaviour was because of the story line in the novel or my newly found confidence after my sexual exploits with Grandad and his friend Jack.

Earlier, having taken my seat, the guy opposite had seemed very polite as he greeted me with a smile saying, 'good morning.'

In the past I would have just seen him as a typical older guy, perhaps a friend's father or a friend of my own father. However, the fact that I saw him trying to be discrete as his eyes checked me over gave me a thrill.

The novel that I was reading fitted my newly discovered preference for older men. The main characters being a plain looking girl about the same age as me and an older guy. The way in which she had brazenly tempted the guy struck a chord within me and gave me an idea.

The warmth of late summer was still present and so my legs were bare beneath my short denim skirt. Feeling bold earlier, I had crossed my legs, allowing the hem of the skirt to ride up higher on my thighs. With my head buried in my tablet I continued to read about the girl teasing the older guy by 'accidentally' allowing him to see glimpses of her knickers.

Now and again, I shifted my eyes and caught the older guy opposite gazing at my thighs.

I had no idea where my actions might lead but having gained the older guy's attention, I felt excited to find out.

I uncrossed my legs but made no attempt to pull the hem of my denim skirt back down to cover my thighs. I then leaned back in the seat, pretending to be engrossed in the story, and doing my best to act like I was unaware of the guy opposite surreptitiously glancing at my exposed thighs.

After a while I put my laptop back in my rucksack which was on the floor, and resumed my relaxed position, leaning back in the seat. Closing my eyes, I pretended to go to sleep. My theory was that he would just think it accidental if, as I dozed off, my knees should slowly part.

A few months ago, I would never have had the courage or the inclination to behave so provocatively. With my messy ginger hair, freckles, and negative body image it never entered my head that a man could get aroused simply by just looking at me.

Grandad and Jack had changed all that and now, as I let my knees slowly part, I wondered if the guy opposite was becoming aroused and erect. My skirt was sufficiently high up on my thighs to enable the crotch of my white knickers to be visible by opening my legs just a little. I sensed him move in his seat.

Peeping through my eyelashes I felt a tinge of excitement as I saw his hand adjusting the position of his obviously erect penis that was causing a large bulge in the front of his trousers.

Realising how much I was enjoying the situation I began to wonder how far this situation could go. Would it end innocently with a polite 'goodbye?' or was I brave enough to try and make it go further?

I had noticed how when he checked me over his gaze kept falling on my top. I always considered my breasts to be too small, but Grandad has always insisted that as far as he was concerned, they were perfect.

With my newly found confidence I had worn a skimpy white vest top. It was more revealing than I would usually wear but it obviously appealed to the guy opposite.

Having decided on my next little tease, I pretended to wake up. I glanced across at him, feigning embarrassment as I closed my knees and hastily pulled the hem of my skirt down to regain some decency.

Our eyes met briefly, and he smiled. With newly found bravado I leaned forward reaching down for my rucksack but keeping my head tilted up knowing that I was giving him a good view down the front of my skimpy vest top.

Looking up at him our eyes briefly met again but he made no attempt to shift his gaze from the view of my small cleavage.

The fact that he did not attempt to shift his gaze unnerved me a little but at the same time I realised that the more I teased him the more aroused I was getting.

I picked up the rucksack and then stood directly in front of him. Glancing down I could see his eyes roaming over me and the unmistakeable bulge of his erection beneath his trousers.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I just want to lift my rucksack up onto the overhead rack."

As our eyes met yet again, he smiled broadly saying, "do you need a hand?"

"No, I think I can manage thanks," I said as I turned my back on him and lifted the rucksack up to the rack.

I'm not sure what I was expecting the result of my teasing to be but what happened next made me gasp with surprise and panic as I felt his hand suddenly shoot up under my skirt and between my thighs.

The fact that my teasing had obviously greatly aroused him gave me a thrill but now I wondered if I was brave enough to take the consequences.

I quickly glanced around the carriage and saw that there were only two other people seated at the far end. I then turned my head toward the man with his hand up under my skirt and said with little conviction, "what do you think you are doing?"

He just grinned and replied, "if you want me to stop just say no and I'll remove my hand. Otherwise, stop teasing and move your feet apart."

I knew that I should immediately say no. After all, what type of girl would encourage a stranger to shove his hand up under her skirt?

I knew the correct answer, but my arousal and curiosity dictated a different reaction as I slowly shifted my feet apart.

I felt his hand slowly start to creep up the inside of my upper thigh as he said, "to answer to your earlier question, I'm going to run my fingers up to your knickers and then feel if your gusset is wet."

As he spoke, I felt his fingertips lightly brush the tender flesh on either side of my knicker gusset. Being touched so intimately by a stranger felt dangerous but highly erotic. I could already feel how wet I was, but this was confirmed by him as he moved his fingertips to the sodden white cotton gusset of my knickers, pushing the wet fabric between my engorged labia.

Worried that I would be seen I repeatedly looked toward the other two passengers and felt reassured by the fact they were engrossed in conversation.

I did my best to suppress a sudden gasp as I felt him slip a finger under the sodden gusset, pull it to one side and then ease his finger up between my labia into my wetness.

He then removed his finger and pulled his hand away as he said, "turn and face me."

I did as he asked, trying to look confident but unable to hide the fact that my cheeks were flushed crimson.

He was gazing at me with a look of lust in his eyes as he said, "does my little cock teaser have a name?"

"It's Becky," I said coyly.

"Hello Becky. Now take off your knickers and give them to me."

"But somebody might see," I objected.

"No, they won't. Now take them off."

I knew that I could just refuse or walk away but, seeing the lust filled expression on his face and the domineering way in which he told me to remove my knickers, I found myself obediently reaching up under my short denim skirt and pulling them down.

He just sat back in his seat and watched with the large bulge at the front of his trousers looking bigger than ever.

As I stepped out of my knickers, he held his hand out and took them from me.

I felt embarrassed as he held the sodden gusset up to his nose, breathed in and said, "you smell so horny Becky."

He then shoved my knickers into his pocket and said, "now go to the lavatory at the end of the carriage. Leave the door unlocked and wait for me."

"What are you going to do?" I asked nervously and then felt foolish when he replied with the obvious, "I'm going to fuck you Becky. Now go."

I hesitated briefly, knowing that I was about to have sex with a total stranger. I knew that it was foolish and perhaps dangerous but with my body tingling with arousal I headed off toward the toilet.

Having entered and closed the door I just stood inside waiting nervously.

I didn't have to wait long before the door opened, and he joined me. Just hearing the mechanical click as he as he locked the door ramped up my excitement.

We were facing each other as he placed his hand under my chin, lifted my head until our eyes met and said, "take off your top and bra."

His voice was deep and authoritative and without hesitation I found myself obeying him and eager to please.

As I lifted my vest top up over my head, I could feel his gaze fixed on my white cotton bra. I hung the top on a conveniently placed hook and then reached up behind to unfasten my bra.

With my bra now unfastened I felt what was now a familiar feeling of shyness and arousal, knowing I was about to reveal my breasts to this stranger.

Slipping the straps from my shoulders I pulled the cups away from my breasts and hung the bra up on the hook with my top.

I felt kind of awkward as he reached forward and fondled me saying, "perfect, just as I imagined them."

With his one hand fondling one of my breasts, I watched as he used his free hand to unfasten his trousers. He then pushed both his trousers and underpants down to his knees releasing his erect and impressive looking penis.

I found my eyes drawn to his manhood, noting that it looked larger than Grandad's.

As I gazed at it, he gripped it in his hand, gave it a few strokes as he said, "turn around Becky."

I turned to face a small wash basin and obeyed when he said, "bend forward."

As I lowered my head and upper body, he used his foot to shift my feet apart before grabbing the hem of my skirt and lifting it up over my naked buttocks.

It had started with what I thought was playful teasing but now I was locked in the toilet of a moving train, almost naked, vulnerable and at the mercy of a stranger.

In the deep recesses of my mind, I heard a faint warning from the old me. The shy and timid Becky asking, 'what do you think you are doing!'

I felt him move up close behind me. His hands encircled my upper body, cupping both breasts as the head of his erection brushed between my open thighs. The faint warnings from 'the old Becky' faded completely as I felt overcome with lust.

I had aroused this stranger to the point where he was lusting after me. I felt him release one of my breasts and then slide his free hand down over my belly, across my freshly shaved pubis and then between my thighs.

As he used his fingers to seek out and ease apart my labia, my overwhelming desire was to feel him inside me; to feel the girth of his erection fill my vagina and then for him to use my body to satisfy his pent-up lust; to fuck me and not hold back.

I felt him move the head of his penis until it was pressed up between my moist lips. My whole body was tingling with expectation and then, with one long slow thrust I felt my wetness stretching over the bulbous head of his erection as he pushed it right up inside me. He paused momentarily with the front of his thighs pressed up against my buttocks as he said, "I'm going to fuck you now, you little tease."

I just mumbled, "Mmm," as his free hand moved back up to resume its grip on my other breast.

He slowly drew back until the head of his erection was back at my oozing entrance and then slammed it back up inside me. He then began to thrust unmercifully into my aroused body. I could feel his lust as I heard his rasping breath with each inward powerful thrust which added to my own arousal.

He started to maul and grip my breasts painfully, pulling and pinching my nipples in between squeezing the tender flesh with his large powerful hands. Far from being objectionable I found to my surprise that his abuse of my breasts was adding even more to my arousal.

The small toilet cubicle was filled with the sounds of sex. The heavy breathing and the repeated slap of flesh on flesh as his thighs slammed repeatedly against my buttocks.

My own breathing was rapidly changing to short rhythmic gasps as I yearned for the orgasm that I could feel rapidly approaching. He released my breasts, which were left tingling and sensitive as he grabbed my hips; gripping them firmly as he pounded into me even harder.

My whole body felt alive and with one goal. I found myself trying to push back against his thrusts as if to encourage each one to go even deeper. My upper body had slumped a little and my tender nipples were now rubbing against the top of the wash basin as the waves of pleasure radiating from my crotch rapidly overwhelmed my senses. My short rhythmic gasps of breath were now stifled screams of pleasure punctuated by each inward thrust of the man's dick.

I vaguely heard him gasp, "take this you little teasing bitch," as his thrusts reached a crescendo, his penis erupted, and then flooded my insides.

I was still gasping for breath as he stopped thrusting. We remained coupled for a short while before he withdrew his dick from me with a 'plop' and said, "turn around Becky."

As I turned to face him, he placed a hand on my head, pushed me down to kneel in front of him and said, "now lick me clean."

His penis, now just semi-erect, was glistening with my vaginal juices mixed with his semen.

I glanced up, looking into his smiling eyes before gripping his shaft around the base with two fingers and opening my mouth.

"Good girl," he said as he slipped his slimy shaft over my lips and into my mouth. I used my tongue to lick the last few drops of his semen from the head and then moved my head back and forth as I used my tongue to clean him.

I released his softening dick from my mouth and gave it a final lick before he said, "now stand up and remove your skirt." I must have looked puzzled, wondering why, as I was already more or less naked.

Nevertheless, I felt eager for this risky liaison to continue a while longer. My skirt was already crumpled up around my waist which meant I had to straighten it first before I could unfasten it. He just stood and watched as I fumbled with the top fastener and zip before finally taking it off.

I was now completely naked except for my shoes. I glanced down at my trainers, but he stopped me quickly saying, "you can keep your shoes on. Now sit on the toilet."

I did as he asked, slowly lowering myself down onto the seat and wondering what he would do next.

"Now lean back and open your legs wide so I can memorise the sexy body of the young girl I have just had the pleasure of fucking."

Even in this slightly bizarre situation I felt flattered. Nobody other than Grandad and his friend Jack had ever said I had a sexy body. In fact, until very recently I had always felt self-conscious about it.

I watched as his eyes roamed over my nakedness; pausing on my breasts which I had always thought were too small and the freckles that not only cursed my face but were prominent all over my chest. His gaze then shifted down to my crotch. Despite what we had just done my inherent feelings of shyness were returning as he gazed at my freshly shaved pubis which left my large outer labia totally exposed.

"Open your legs wider Becky, as wide as you can."

Leaning back on the toilet with my legs now stretched wide apart I wondered what he wanted as his gaze fixed on my gaping and dribbling genitalia.

He moved closer, holding his limp dick in hand as he said, "you've already cleaned my dick now I'm going to wash your cunt. I waited for him to reach over to the sink to get some water but then gasped with shock and surprise as a stream of pee suddenly splattered onto my lower belly. My instinct was to close my legs and move until he quickly said, "unless you want me to piss all over you, I suggest you remain as you are."

The warm stream was already flowing down over my hairless pubis and between my legs. It felt humiliating, even more so as he directed the flow directly onto my sex. The thing that disturbed me the most was that despite the humiliation of him peeing on me I felt strangely erotic as the warm flow splashed over my still engorged clitoris.

After what felt like an eternity his flow stopped. With his warm pee still dripping down from the underside of my upper thighs and genitalia I watched as he took my crumpled knickers from his pocket, wiped the end of his dick with them and then hung them on the hook together with the rest of my clothes. He then quickly dressed, unlocked the door, and left without saying a word.

I stood, re-locked the door, and did my best to wash and wipe myself clean with toilet paper and water. I then quickly dressed and made my way back to my seat. I wondered how I could possibly sit and face him again after what had just happened but when I got to the seat there was no sign of him.

Luckily, my rucksack was still up on the rack. I retrieved my tablet, sat down, and continued reading the erotic novel as though nothing had happened.

I had not been reading for long when I realised that the train was slowing, and I would soon be at my destination.

Leaving the train, I decided to take the walk of a mile or so to my university halls. There were many things on my mind regarding the start of a new year and all that that would entail but, never far from my thoughts were my recent experiences with Grandad, Jack, and the stranger on the train.

Having settled back into my room and unpacked my rucksack it was quite late. I felt tired and went to bed early. However, instead of sleeping I kept wondering where my next sexual experience would come from. I knew it wouldn't be a quick fuck with a fellow student. I already knew there was much to experience and learn and it could only come from someone older and experienced. I was also starting to realise that with an older man I would be an eager student, willing to learn from somebody far more experienced.

Part 2

I had a few days to settle back in before my first lecture and one thing I had to do was to report to my year tutor. Within the welcome pack I had received on my first day back was the name of my year tutor and how to make contact to arrange a start of term appointment to introduce myself.

According to the information pack my year tutor for this year was a Mr Richard Brown and I was to select a time and date in his diary which was available on the university's intranet.

My year tutor for the previous year had been immensely helpful so I was looking forward to meeting Mr Brown.

I logged on to the site and quickly found Mr Brown's diary. I booked an appointment for 10am the following morning and then began to organise my room and in preparation for my studies.

Mr Brown lived on the campus in an old nineteenth century cottage. At just before ten the following morning I rang his doorbell dressed in jeans and an old T-shirt.

I heard footsteps approaching and then the door opened. I looked at the man standing there and felt both shocked and embarrassed. I took a step back and felt my cheeks blush furiously as the man from the train stood in front of me. His expression swiftly changing from surprise to a pleasant grin.

His piercing eyes felt like they were undressing me, appraising me from head to toe before he said, "Hello, you must be my 10am appointment; Rebecca, or shall I just call you Becky? Please, come inside."

I felt nervous as he led me through to his study and, pointing to a chair placed in front of his desk said, "take a seat Becky."