This happened a long time ago, just after I had turned eighteen, I am now 66 and remember it vividly. My eccentric rich uncle decided to take me to the pub and make a man of me, as he said. In the pub he bought a round of drinks for a group of people stood around the bar. One of the women (Joan) in the group was asking my uncle about me. He told her that he was treating me and trying to make a man of me. She laughed. As the evening wore on , the drinks continued to flow. I was not used to that amount of alcohol and was beginning to feel the effects as was my bladder. Five pints down I needed the loo. I staggered towards the toilets and almost fell through the first door and discovered that I was in the ladies. There was little chance of making it to the gents, so I made my way into a stall and relieved myself. It felt like pure bliss as my bladder emptied. Once finished I zipped up and went to exit the stall only to bump into Joan. "What have we here," she asked, "Where do you think your going?" I mumbled some excuse, but Joan seemed to have none of it and pushed me back into the stall. "So Joe wants to make a man of you does he? I can help with that." she informed me. Once in the stall she shut and locked the door. She had my trousers undone and around me knees along with my boxers. Not bad she told me she dropped her panties and backed herself up and my cock touched her arse. Her hand came between her legs and stroked my cock. Then she rubbed it up and down her fanny. Up until now I had only has a blowjob from my girlfriend and fingered her fanny. Here was a woman in her thirties rubbing my eighteen year old cock on her fanny, and then it was in her. Nature takes over and I was thrusting like a demented moron slamming against her arse. She grabbed my balls and told me to slow down. She controlled the speed by the pressure she applied to my balls. She had me go very slow to start with and then allowing me to speed up slowly under her control. She was grunting as she pushed back at my cock and groaning in between the grunts. I could feel her fanny getting tighter and then she let go of my balls. She was rubbing her own fanny and she was pushing back faster. Then I felt by balls getting ready to send my spunk on it's way. I knew what that felt like as I had often wanked. Then her legs were trembling and my ball sent the spunk on it's way and deep into her fanny. As soon as my cock softened it slipped out of her fanny with a plop. I could see my spunk trickling out her fanny and down her thigh. "I'm sorry, I said, "I didn't mean to get you pregnant. She laughed, "Not a lot of chance of that," she said. She had turned around and was zipping my cock back into my pants then she used some toilet paper and wiped her fanny dry. We shuffled round and she sat on the toilet and peed. She wiped herself again with some more paper and pulled her panties back up. She sent me first, back out into the bar, where Joe had another pint ready for me. Later Joan whispered in my ear, "Give me a call," and handed me a piece of paper with her name and phone number on it. I'm pretty sure she winked at Joe, before leaving. Joe took me home and I stumbled up the stairs and crashed on the bed. Next morning I found the piece of paper and remembered what had happened. I rang Joan to apologize. She just laughed and asked did I need to be made any more of a man. I asked her what she meant. She told me that I would have to go to her house to find out. Guess where I went.