For the benefit of those that have not read Granddad, the first part, I would like to make it clear that there is no family connection between John Smith (Granddad) and Anja. This is explained in the first part when John Smith suggests that he is old enough to be her father and she corrects him saying that he's old enough to be her Granddad. Thereafter she calls him Granddad and he calls her Sweetheart. There is neither underage sex nor inappropriate sex unless you count married women having sex with younger men inappropriate. This is a very long story but then it's a long journey from here to the South of France! I've split it into two parts so your teas don't get cold :-) Swift recap for those with short memories :-) Granddad, being a devil, had chatted up the young lady in the opticians. All rather silly really. Upshot was he asked if she would like to accompany him on holiday. She said that she would ask her husband. Well, he collected on the day and our story continues just as they leave her flat (btw, she wasn't married) ### ### ### “This all you've got?” I said very much surprised. A cabin case, albeit tightly packed and a medium sized shoulder bag that could be worn on the back wasn't going to hold much . “What do I really need? I have my little sky blue bikini if I really need undies. It washes and dries in no time. I've got sandals, which I'm wearing, trainers and flip-flops for the beach and some heels when I need to look sexy. I'm not planning on wearing much, if anything during the day. A few light things to give me a bit of shade if it's too hot and something to keep the chill off. I don't use cosmetics or perfumes so the rest is simple toiletries etc.. The towels take up the most room and I'm not planning on wearing anything in bed. If I get too cold you'll have to cuddle me.” “Sounds like you're my kinda girl!” I said, delightedly as we stepped into the lift. “Granddad, can I tell you something?” Anja said as the doors started to close. “Of course, Sweetheart, anything you like.” “I've been looking out the window for you since seven o'clock and if you hadn't turned up by seven forty five I was going to ring. I decided I wanted to come with you as soon as you asked me. Sorry I've messed you about.” When the doors opened she had her arms around me and was giving me a big kiss, much to the surprise of the elderly, OK, a bit younger than me, lady with a wheelie shopping basket waiting for the lift. “Don't worry, Mrs. Davies, he's my new boyfriend.” she said with a cheerful smile, “c'mon Granddad, we'll miss the train.” “Oh wow!” she exclaimed looking down.... the pathway to the roadside, “is that big, beautiful red cat yours?” “Narrr,” I told her, “was in the petrol station filling up my Austin A35 van, perfect size, plenty of room to get everything in the back, when this smarty pants pulled up at the pump next door. Flash bugger, blue blazer, smart linen trousers to match. Looked right down 'is nose at me. So I nipped into the kiosk, paid and was back out before he'd finished filling up. When he went in to pay I swapped my stuff from the van to the back of his and drove away, sharpish. Think if we get through the tunnel OK, we'll be home and dry,” all told with a silly grin, of course. “But Granddad, you're wearing a blue blazer and smart linen trousers to match.” she observed. Don't yer just hate pretty girls who can think? “Yeeees, well, I forgot. He chased me down the road so I stopped, as you would, and when he caught up with me I mugged him and swapped clothes. Lucky he was nearly my size, don't you think?” “Very, they look almost tailored. What did you leave him to wear?” she said linking her arm into mine. “Oh, just an Hawaiian shirt, long khaki shorts and army boots, perfect for driving an A35 van.” “Granddad, you're silly but I love it! It looks soooo phallic, can I stroke it?” she asked mischievously. “What here? In the street?” I questioned in mock alarm. “Your big pussy, silly. You can stroke my little one whenever you like, y'know?” she said, it wasn't an afterthought. She walked all around it, slowly then, very carefully, caressed it lovingly. I was standing at the back waiting to put her case in when she leaned forward and gave the rear end a big hug. It was a beautiful sight to behold, trust me, I know a beautiful sight when I behold one and her perfect legs and pert bottom with more than a hint of little pussy, was a joy to behold. Do I mean be held? When she released the beast I put her case in the back. “Where do you want your bag?” I asked. “Somewhere within reach? It's got stuff in it that I might need.” Girls! Don't y'just love 'em? I opened the door for her. “How am I supposed to get in there?” she asked looking at the low seat and high door sill. “My preference would be for you to sit on the seat then swing one leg in first, then the other.” “What? Like this?” she asked swinging her leg over the sill and leaning backwards to ensure I obtained the maximum benefit. She paused before following it with the other leg. “Not a bad first effort,” I commented, “want to practice getting out?” “Granddad, you're just rude!” she answered. Leaning forward I made to kiss her chastely on the cheek but she turned towards me and I had to make do with her soft, sensuous lips. It's a hard life. “How do I adjust the seat, please Granddad?” she said as I was lowering myself into my seat. “How did I know you were going to say that?” I said passing her the handbook, “a little light reading, enjoy.” And while she fiddled about sorting out her sitting positions I got us across town, out into the country and onto the motorway. “How about this?” she asked cheekily. I glanced to my left and saw lots of beautiful leg that were only just covered at the last possible minute by the hem of her dress. It being just a tad too long. “The lorry drivers and white van man will love that!” I told her enthusiastically. She chuckled deliciously. “You think? You don't mind? I'm just feeling so absolutely naughty and they'll never catch us in this, will they.” “Don't think, I know. I could pull alongside a lorry and toot my horn, see what they do eh?” I told her, “as for minding, we're going to a place where you will, hopefully, be naked and beautiful most of the time. The rest of the time you'll be wearing very little and looking incredibly sexy. Mind? Nope, not a bit. I'll just be thinking, 'yeah, suckers and she's with me!', and pleased as punch. 'specially if you stretch your arms up as we go passed.” I ended naughtily. “Just keep an eye open for the traffic cameras, don't want Mr. Plod getting all excited, do we? They'll pull us over for half an hour just to take down your particulars.” “But, Granddad, I'm not wearing my particulars,” she replied with a giggle. We cruised peacefully for a few miles with light, for the motorway, traffic. “Lorry coming up!” I advised and she stretched as I'd suggested. “That OK?” she asked. I glanced down briefly. “Perfect. Tell me if he responds.” Pulling alongside the cab I lightly tooted my horn. “He's looking down! He's smiling. I'm laughing back. He's giving me a thumbs up!” I tooted my horn and sped away, with her laughing her head off. “That was very naughty of you Granddad.” she admonished, “can we do it again?” And so we made our way happily down the motorway with me tooting and she laughing. “Services coming up. You comfortable?” “What? Oh yes! Went before we left,” she said happily. “TMI!” I told her, “tea, coffee? Might not have to stop long at the tunnel so next stop France.” “No, everything fine. You need to stop?” “Nope, went before I left!” I told her with a grin. “TMI, Granddad!” We passed three more suitable lorries before the exit creating three happy drivers and a very happy couple in the big, red cat. Thanks to FlexiPlus we were loaded without delay. Even the barrier went up as we drove down the dedicated lane for boarding. “Our Hitchcock moment,” laughed Anja as the train started to move, “y'know that train into the tunnel business?” Leaning towards her I put my arm around her and drew her close. My other hand rested on her thigh. “Chuff, chuff, chuff, chuff, chuff, chuff, chuff, chuff,” I whispered as I walked my fingers up the inside of her thigh until they reached the junction. She slid down into the seat, the points changed giving way to straight ahead. “Chooo-ooo-ooooo!” I murmured as my exploring finger slipped into her moist tunnel. It was a good ten minutes later when we became aware of the guy at the window waiting to scan the boarding hanger. “Sorry mate,” I offered sheepishly. “Pas de problem,” he replied with a very happy smile. The remainder of the crossing was completed with a little more decorum. “Granddad?” she asked, “would you prefer me to call you Granddad or should I call you John?” “What would you prefer?” “I like Granddad, it sounds a bit naughty and a bit authoritative in a nice way. Not like a domineering, Master. 'John' sounds just a bit demeaning. 'I'll ask My Granddad' sounds a lot more important than 'I'll ask John', don't you think? And there's lots of Johns' but only one My Granddad!” She got another long, slow kiss for that but not before I'd checked that nobody was waiting for anything first. “Granddad, sounds perfect to me Sweetheart or should I call you Anja?” “Sweetheart, it's music to my ears. Nobody's called me that before, not even my Granddad,” she chuckled. “What?” “Just thinking, 'spose somebody asks me if I'm sleeping with my Granddad? I'll just tell them 'Yes, of course!' their faces will be a picture!” The noises changed. We were out of the tunnel. Ten more minutes and we'd be on our way! “Did you manage to sleep today?” she asked. “Yes, got about six hours in. Woke just after five thirty. Are you OK?” “I'm fine. Just checking you were. If you think you need a rest I wouldn't mind going to an 'otel for tonight. What time would we get there if we we did?” “It doesn't really matter what time we get there or even what day. There's no rush if you want to stop over in this area. Or we could go a distance and stop. We can take as long as you like. Or are you looking for the authoritative voice of practicality and reason?” I asked with a laugh. “Probably, to be honest, I want to be on the beach with you and I want to be in bed with you but you're doing the driving. I can sleep when I'm tired so I just want to do whatever is best for you. Does that make sense?” “Perfect sense. If we stay over night and leave in the morning, we probably won't get up early, not actually leaving until about eleven, earliest. The traffic will not be very good because it's Friday so the journey will take longer, maybe much longer. We wouldn't arrive until around midnight, so, tired and late. Not much energy to go clubbing. Too dark to walk on the beach and see anything. Too keyed up to relax or sleep. Not a good way to end our first full day together. If we go straight away, I've got six hours sleep in me so I'm good for a full day, as it were. We could be walking on the beach by about one o'clock in the afternoon. A rest in the late afternoon, a meal out and bed whenever it feels as if bed is where we should be. OK with you?” “Promise to stop if you feel tired?” “Promise – I've got a beautiful woman on board, I'll not put her at risk!” I gave her a kiss, just as the train doors slid open. Ten minutes later we were on the A26 headed south. With the engine up to temperature and a clear road ahead I built up the speed and set the cruise control. The big cat purred and the little pussy beside me sighed contentedly. “Your big cat is taking your little pussy on holiday, Granddad. Thank you!” she said softly and fell silent for a while. I drove us south at a good pace, wary of police cars and speed cameras. “Is it OK to talk while you're driving, Granddad?” she asked at length. “Of course, it will keep us both alert. We could get to know one another. Apart from a few emails and phone calls we haven't really spoken at all. Anything except politics and religion. What's your fancy?” She laughed, more a snigger really. “I've no interest in poly ticks or religion,” she said, “I was actually thinking about ...” she paused. “Sex?” I prompted. “Well, now you mention it,” she said with a giggle, “I suspect it is a subject we both have an interest in AND I rather suspect you know more about it than me and I'm always willing to learn.” “Can't argue with that,” I laughed, “ask away.” “Have you really brought two gross of condoms with us?” she asked somewhat unbelievingly. “Have a look in the glove box,” I suggested. She opened the glove box and pulled out a big, black, plastic mailing bag. “There's two gross in there?” she asked in astonishment. “No, only one, the other is in the back. They came in a big jiffy bag. I put that one in the glove box, just in case,” I said with a dirty grin. “Just in case? Hang on, in the shop you asked how long I thought you might last. Shouldn't you have been asking me how long I might last?” she laughed, “where do you keep them at the apartment? Locked away under lock and key or stapled to the notice board so your friends can help themselves?” she added looking utterly delighted. “Ummm, stapled to the board might invalidate the warranty a bit. I made a copper bowl at school. I fill it up and put it on the shelf under the big coffee table at the apartment. Anyone that needs one can help themselves. “You made a bowl at school to put your jonnies in?” she questioned in laughing surprise. “I can just picture the scene,” I chuckled, “'Well little Johnnie what would you like to make this term?' 'I'd like to make a big copper bowl to put my jonnies in when I'm a big Johnnie, Mr. Arbuthnott'.” She roared with infectious laughter. Things settled down a bit. We wandered off the subject of sex and for the next hour or so we learned about each other... “Granddad, can you remember your first fuck?” she asked right out of the blue. “I can, vividly. I didn't acquit myself terribly well I'm afraid. I'll tell you, if you'll tell me about your first cock, deal?” “Deal, what was her name?” “Gladys, Gladys Arbuthnott.” I replied. “Gladys Arbuthnott? You were fucking your teacher's daughter?” “No, errrr, his wife?” I offered. “Bloody 'ell!” she exclaimed delightedly, “fucking your teacher's wife! How old were you?” “Just had my significant birthday, that being the one that makes me legally old enough to fuck, in middle of April and it was May. What 'words' do you like to use when talking sex? More importantly what words don't you like?” I asked. She thought for a moment. “Well I'm happy with fuck and cock, shagging, screwing, pussy, obviously. Not too keen on the 'c' word ...” she paused... “except....” she paused again. “When you're getting a real, good seeing to and you like to be called all the dirty names and use all the filthy words?” I suggested. She chuckled at that. “Yeah, that's about it,” she admitted. “OK, I'll tell you all about Gladys without any editing, OK?” “Sounds filthy! Go on then,” she said encouragingly. “I was in the local municipal baths...” I started. “The what?” she asked. I could see it was going to be a long story. “The local swimming pool. Long before leisure centres and gyms. The powers that be decided the way to keep the populous fit and happy was to make them swim. So we swam, at the municipal baths... Where was I?” “You'd just got in the bath.” she replied with a chuckle. “OK, well, the place was very quiet, maybe ten of us. A dozen at most. I'd done my usual first twenty lengths and was sitting at the side of the pool, on a bench, just watching the girls as any horny youth is gonna do. I always sat by the ladder so I could watch them pulling themselves out of the water. The water always made their costumes a bit baggy and if I was lucky I'd get a glimpse of tit. Then I'd enjoy them rearranging their costume, y'know, like girls do. Hooking a finger under the edge and pulling it out of their crack. If they were walking away from me I'd often get a good view of a bum and if walking towards me, a tantalising hint of pussy. So, Gladys heaved herself out. Now I have to say she was a big lady, big bum, big tits and big …. heart,” I said with a smily voice, “she was 'of a certain age' as we say now. Anyway, as I said, she heaved herself out and leaned forward giving me a great view of her big tits. That wakened my cock up! She turned away from me and her costume was right up the crack of her bum. Beautiful sight. Two big, bare cheeks wobbling away from me. Cocky boy was rising to the occasion nicely. Then she turned back towards me hitching her costume out of her bum crack as she walked. Her pussy was very nearly bare with the material over to one side. I couldn't take my eyes off it, even as she approached. She made no attempt to re-arrange things, just stopped right in front of me.” “It's John Smith isn't it?” she asked still leaving her pussy teasing my cock. “Hello Mrs. Arbuthnott,” I replied, reluctantly dragging my eyes away from the apex of her parted legs, How are you,” I replied politely. “I'm enjoying the sight that is caused by you enjoying the sight of my pussy, John.” she said without any attempt at subtlety, “looks as if your trunks are a little tight.” “Yes, Miss. Looks as if your costume is having problems too Miss,” I told her bluntly. I may have been a virgin but I wasn't shy! “Why don't we dive in and swim up to the deep end, it's empty there. Maybe we can help each other sort out our costumes?” Even then I was crafty. I swam up to the shallow end in a fast crawl then turned and went to the deep end arriving just before Mrs. Arbuthnott using her steady breast stroke, so it didn't look as if we'd arranged it. I pulled the string that held up my trunks so she could get her hand inside. “I hope the cold water hasn't done my job for me,” she said reaching down towards my cock, “ohh, clever boy!” she exclaimed on finding my trunks loose. Now, by then I'd had a few girls play with my cock and felt a few pussies but that was as far as it'd gone. Mrs. Arbuthnott wrapped her hand around my cock and started to give me a proper wank. Emboldened, I reached for her pussy. She moved closer, encouraging me and I hooked the costume out of the way and started to worm my finger in. “Don't put your finger right into my cunt Dear,” she said, “the water will wash away my juices and chlorine will make me sore and I'll be no good for later. Just stroke around the pussy lips... that's it Dear, nice and softly.... you like me playing with your nice cock?” “I do, Mrs. Arbuthnott, it feels very nice. Your pussy feels nice too, Mrs. Arbuthnott, quite swollen and soft.” “And your cock feels all swollen and hard, Dear, as if they were made for each other,” she said very directly, “That's right Dear, very nice. Just move your finger up a little, feel my little button? That's exactly right, gently round and round.” She gave a little shudder and her hand faltered on my cock. “That's it Dear, now press just a little harder..., lovely. That's my clitoris, Dear, usually known as clitty or clit. It's a lady's magic button. If you play with that properly ladies will love you, if you make them cum. And if you make a lady cum she'll probably want you to make her cum again, and again.” I pressed harder onto her clit and rubbed my finger around in circles, first one way then the other. Her hand was going frantic on my cock. She rested her head against my shoulder then shook like nobody's business. It worried me a bit so I slowed the stroking of her clitty but she told me not to stop, 'just yet', so I kept it going while she trembled. It's a good job she was mostly under the water! By then she had totally forgotten about my cock. “Thank you, Dear,” she said when she had calmed down, “why don't we leave and go somewhere more comfortable? See you outside in ten minutes?” as she started to move away. I held onto her costume with my finger still hooked into the material at her pussy. She couldn't escape! “Not yet Mrs. Arbuthnott, I want to watch you climb out of the pool so I can see your beautiful tits and pussy again!” She looked at me in a funny way then nodded. “I'm going to swim two lengths, shallow end and back then I'll climb up the ladder, just over there. When I'm settled on the bench I want you to climb out too, OK?” “Yes, Dear,” she replied. It was almost as if I'd instructed her and she was obeying. I climbed out, nobody else was in the deep end. I sat on the bench, looked at Mrs. Arbuthnott and nodded. She breast stroked over to the ladder. Now, you know swimming pool ladders. Hard rungs and a big curved top so you can reach high and haul yourself up and out, right? When Mrs. Arbuthnott got to the ladder she stayed with her shoulders under the water. I couldn't see what she was doing so just waited. She didn't reach up high to haul herself out but walked up rung by rung, keeping her hands quite low down. She looked around to see if anybody was looking our way then surged upwards with a big gush of water. She'd taken the costume straps off of her shoulders and as she whooshed up out of the pool the water pulled the front of her costume down. Two big, wonderful tits were fully exposed to my delighted gaze. She looked me straight in the eye then very casually put them back into her costume and smiled. She reached down to adjust the material at her crotch but instead of pulling it over to cover, she watched my face and pulled it away, fully exposing everything. A delicious, smooth pussy. My very first! Ten minutes later I was nonchalantly loitering outside the baths wondering where we could be 'more comfortable'. “John Smith,” said a voice from behind me, “You make me do naughty things!” she accused. I turned and saw her very pleased smile. She wasn't in the least bit upset. “I'm not sure I made you, Mrs. Arbuthnott, I think I just suggested something that you would enjoy.” She then gave me the same smile as she'd given me when I told her to wait until I had got out of the pool. Then she chuckled again. “You're a very bad boy John Smith, c'mon let's get the bus!” And she marched off with me trying to catch up. “Where're we going?” I asked when I'd caught up enough to whisper quietly. “My house, of course,” she whispered back. We went on the top deck. Only a couple of others up there. She led me towards the back and made me sit by the window. She sat beside me and put her hand on my cock. She started to stroke. I put my hand on her thigh and started to work her skirt up. She stopped me, put her hand on her outside knee and pulled the skirt up over the thigh of her nearside leg. Holding her skirt safe with one hand she put the other back on my cock. We both watched the mirror over the stairs looking for the first movement of the conductress coming up to collect our fares. With her bare thigh inches from my hand I slid my hand over the soft flesh and worked it up her thigh as she parted her legs obligingly. There were no panties in the way and my finger-tip found her magic button very quickly. I started to rub gently. All the while we talked of boring things with our eyes glued to the mirror. My cock was getting very stiff and her pussy was getting very wet. A slight movement in the mirror brought everything to an end and when the conductress arrived I had a shilling in my hand and we were talking about the reproductive process of flowers, stigma, stamens and the role of birds and the bees. By the time the conductress disappeared from sight in the mirror I had my finger back on her clitty and she was stroking my cock, over my jeans. When her breathing became a little erratic she grabbed my wrist and whispered that I should stop for a minute. She didn't want to cum with people so close. I just kept my hand on her thigh with occasional flicks of my finger over her pussy lips. The bell pinged and the passenger furthest from us alighted. I prayed that nobody would get on and come upstairs. The other passenger alighted at the next stop. Again nobody came upstairs. “We get off in three stops time,” she said urgently. I spread the wetness all over her swollen pussy using my finger tip and she slid down a little in the seat to give me easier access. Her hand left my cock and she started to moan softly. “Yes, just there, John! Gently to start then build me up to a climax. The bell went. I carried on, constantly watching the mirror. Nobody came up. I pressed harder onto her clit, grinding it against her bone. She made more noise. I watched the mirror. She started to wriggle. The bell pinged. I rubbed harder, faster and watched the mirror. As the bus pulled away she came, noisily and violently. I watched the mirror for signs of reaction. Nothing! “Press the bell, John, while I get myself tidy.” she instructed. Ding! ### ### ### “You finger fucked your teachers' wife on the top deck of a bus? And made her cum?” asked Anja in surprise, “Awesome! That's incredible, you were a bad boy, Granddad,” she exclaimed happily. We drove on in a comfortable silence for a while enjoying the smooth ride and the increasing reduction in traffic. Is there such a thing as an 'increasing reduction'? Sounds a bit like a Maplins closing down sale. “Granddad...” “Yes, Sweetheart? “You've stopped!” “Yes, sorry Sweetheart, I was just remembering that incredible day. First time I made a woman cum, a small one in the pool and a proper one on the bus! Wonderful feeling, Felt on top of the world.” “Better than your first fuck?” she asked in astonishment, “Was that the same day?” “Infinitely better. Like I said my first fuck wasn't my finest minute. Yes, same day about twenty minutes after we got off the bus.” ### ### ### As you might imagine Mrs. Arbuthnott was a bit unsteady climbing down the stairs on the bus. I went first, as men should, and helped her alight. She thanked the conductress for her patience and I felt sure she smiled a private little smile as I steadied Mrs. Arbuthnott. The conversation turned quickly to sex as we walked up the street. I admitted with some chagrin that I had stroked pussy and slipped my finger into a cunt or two but had no idea if it was enjoyed or not. The girls had never said one way or the other. They just let me do it and she, Mrs. Arbuthnott, was the first to give me any idea of what was good or better. I admitted that some girls had played with my cock and delighted in making it nice and stiff but only one had gone so far as to make me spunk, and she'd instantly gone 'yuk' and complained about the mess on her hand. So yes, I told her, a good self administered wank was really the best I'd had so far. “We'll soon change that Mr Smith!” she announced, “and after that, if you're willing and want to spend the time, I'll teach you as much as I can about pleasing a woman and helping her to please you, OK?” OK? Like, I'm gonna say no? “I'd love that Mrs. Arbuthnott but surely it's a big topic,” I responded, “It might take some time but I promise to be an exemplary pupil, if you'll put up with me.” Then I looked straight down her cleavage and smiled cheekily at her. “You're a very naughty young man, John Smith, let's hope we can teach you to be even naughtier.” She led me into the house and pointed straight at the stairs. “Under the circumstances I think we can forego the tea and digestive and go straight for the main course” she said closing the door and pressing the nib down, “top of the stairs, right then left. Back bedroom, outside wall, so the neighbours don't hear us.” she explained. The stairs were immediately to the left of the door so the window next to the door was at the bottom of the stairs. There were nets at the window then proper curtains, red. I glanced back as I mounted the stairs to see Mrs. Arbuthnott pulling one side of the red curtains over so that they were half closed. It was a small room with a big bed nearly filling it completely. Just room for a tiny bedside cabinet each side of the bed. The door didn't even open fully. “Right! said Mrs. Arbuthnott, taking charge, “let's get these off.” She started unbuttoning her blouse. I pulled my Tee shirt over my head and started on getting my belt undone. Her blouse came off and her two, big, beautiful tits filled her bra to overflowing. “Can you undo bras?” she asked matter-of-factly. I unfastened her bra with little difficulty. “Now slide the straps off my shoulder and ease it off my tits then give them a nice stroke. They hate being all cooped up,” I was instructed. I fondled her big, beautiful breasts happily until she told me to unfasten her skirt, which I did, also with little difficulty. Mrs. Arbuthnott was naked. My first naked woman, in the flesh. With no embarrassment whatsoever she moved onto the bed, crawled into the middle then laid on her back, her head on the pillow and parted a legs just enough. “Tits and pussy! That's what you like to see, isn't it? You naughty boy! Now get your jeans and pants off so I can see your beautiful cock. That's what I like to see.” I was naked in seconds and climbed onto the bed beside her, running my fingers up her leg and kissing her nipples instinctively as I lay beside her. Finding her little button I started to tease it again. “You bad boy. You'll make me cum again,” she scolded and started to tremble, “I won't have to worry about upsetting the passengers now. Make me cum hard, you naughty boy!” My cock was hard up against my belly, I was so turned on. I'd seen pictures of naked women, lots of them. I'd spend hours at the baths hoping to catch a glimpse of tit or pussy and now I had a utterly naked woman showing me everything and encouraging me to touch and explore with a very strong feeling that I'd be putting my cock into her in the very near future. I kept stroking her clitty and along the swollen lips of her vulva as she twisted and turned demanding more. Moving my thumb to her clit I worked two fingers into her cunt and started to fuck her with my fingers. She reached her climax very quickly and very noisily. Holding her tight I continued to rub my thumb hard against her clitty while fucking her hard with my fingers until she grabbed my wrist with both hands and begged me to stop. “You sure you want me to stop?” “Yes! Noooooo!” I couldn't move my hand. She held me fast and closed her legs tight as the aftermath of her climax made her shudder and tremble. When she'd calmed a little I flexed my fingers and moved my thumb a little causing her to start again. It was the most wonderful feeling making her cum and cum and cum. “You're a very bad boy making me cum so hard then not stop when I tell you to. If you don't let me rest, I'll be too tired to fuck!” That kind of threat can work miracles on a young man. I stopped teasing immediately. “Let my hand free, then I won't be tempted to tease you,” I implored. “No! It feels good there, getting me ready for your nice cock.” I did my very best to keep my fingers still but it was a challenge. After some minutes she slowly released my wrist from her iron grip. A little later she un-clamped her legs and allowed me to withdraw my fingers from her cunt and my thumb from her clitty. “Lay beside me for a few minutes then I'll work on your cock, get it nice and hard, then you can fuck me.” I didn't mention that through the entire time of bringing her to orgasm and teasing her afterwards my cock had remained like an iron bar. After a few minutes she started to wriggle round so that she was able to lay her head on my stomach. “Ever had your cock sucked?” “No.” I replied quietly. “Another first! We're having quite a day for firsts, aren't we?” She took my cock into her mouth and any slight loss of rigidity was restored before she'd swallowed it whole, twice. She returned to lying on her back. “You've pleasured me, now it's my turn to pleasure you – fuck me! Anyway you like!” she demanded parting her legs once more. I knelt between her parted legs and stopped. I knew the theory, in theory but …. I looked at her, almost frightened. She smiled kindly. “It really is your first time, isn't it Dear?” I nodded mutely. “Here, let me,” she enticed, “shuffle forward a bit so I can reach your cock.” I shuffled. She took my cock lovingly into her hand and carefully pulled me towards her, encouraging me closer until I could feel her pussy against my cock head. “Just a little bit more,” she encouraged until I could feel the wetness of her cunt all around the head of my cock. “Perfect, now just ease it slowly into my cunt, as far as you can go, gently now, it's not a small cock you've got.” Putting a hand either side of her head I pushed my hips carefully forward. “That's just right.” she encouraged, “stop when you can't go any further, just let me get used to it.” I stopped. I felt her hand feeling for the root of my cock. “There's a little bit more, Dear,” she encouraged again. I moved my knees and worked more cock into her wet cunt. Her fingers explored again. “Just a....” she started before I pushed home, “that's perfect Dear. Now wait a moment while I enjoy being so full.” “How do you like to be fucked, Mrs. Arbuthnott?” Well, I mean, what did I know? My mates all said that they fucked their girlfriends like steam trains and the girls just screamed for more and more every time. Mrs. Arbuthnott wasn't a girl, getting fucked for the first or even the tenth time and knowing no better. Mrs. Arbuthnott knew about fucking. Had probably been fucked hundreds if not thousands of times over the years. She must know how she actually liked to be fucked, I reasoned. “This one's not about me, Dear, it's all about you. Your first fuck. The fuck you'll probably remember the rest of your life. Fuck me however you like. The next time will be about us, both enjoying a damn good fuck, OK?” It was 'OK' but it wasn't very helpful. I'd made her cum on the bus and on the bed, both with her help and advice now the big one. Fuck her and without her help. A solo run. I started reasonably well, a slow stroke out then back in. It felt fantastic and she made an appreciative noise. I tried again, out then back in. Another welcoming noise. A little faster, a little harder. In no time at all I was pounding into her poor cunt like a pile-driver with no thought for her whatsoever! I just wanted to shoot my load inside her. Within a minute I did – and felt instantly wretched! “I'm so sorry Mrs. Arbuthnott. I just lost control. I don't know what came over me,” I apologised profusely. “Young man!” she said sternly, “you have nothing to apologise for! You've brought me to climax three times. I've teased you mercilessly for nearly two hours. You've given me your virginity, a wonderful gift. I would have been very upset if you hadn't lost control! I'll not hear another word on the matter. Now, come and cuddle me while you recover.” “I think Mrs. Arbuthnott was absolutely right, Granddad.” stated Anja firmly, “you'd made her cum a few times, only right that you should cum yourself. If the first boy that fucked me had made me come, even once, first I wouldn't have minded half as much.” “But,” I argued, “'sposin' she'd been a virgin, like you. Could have put her off for years and all my fault!” “Yeah! Right! I suspect Mrs. Arbuthnott lost her virginity long before you were born and had had more cocks than you'd had hot dinners.” she laughed gleefully, “She knew exactly what she was doing. Did you fuck her again, that day?” “I did.” “And did she cum the second time?” “Nearly but not quite. She was helping me that time. Telling me what felt good, how to vary my approach, that kind of thing. It also took longer as I was listening and trying then experimenting for myself. Nearly got it right. I was holding on and holding on and she was so close. Then I lost it! Felt such a fool. She told me to come up and hold her and stroke her. I nibbled her nipple and finger-fucked her dripping cunt. That felt nice, pushing my spunk around in her cunt. I told her and she started to cum very quickly after that and I kept it going until she begged for mercy, which made me feel a lot better. We cuddled while she rested. I played with her body. Just stroking softly. Everywhere from her forehead to her knees with a lot of emphasis on her tits and thighs of course. I left her pussy and cunt well alone so she didn't get too sore. I wanted another chance to fuck her to orgasm. While she rested we talked, about sex, of course. I was told that under no circumstances should I use any of the wonderful words that were part of sexual pleasure as expletives. 'Fucking Good' was NOT acceptable whereas 'Good Fucking' was extremely acceptable. A 'cunt' wasn't a worthless individual but the most sought after part of the female anatomy. She was adamant, 'should I hear you use any of the 'chosen' words in any way other than the proper way, you'll be looking for a new cunt to fuck, regardless of how beautiful your cock is!' Understand? I understood, perfectly. “Mrs. Arbuthnott was a very good teacher, I think.” observed Anja, “did you fuck her again?” “I did, this time I initiated it, when I thought she was ready. I started by teasing her clit and making her squirm.” I suddenly had the urge to see her up close. Watch as my finger played. I moved around without altering my finger action. She looked beautiful, swollen, glistening with her juices and mine as she twisted and turned at my finger's touch. I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, her breathing was getting more and more ragged. Her hips were pushing up against my finger-tip. Bending my head towards her pussy I stroked my fingers over the swollen lips of her labia. She sobbed, quietly as if I'd spoiled her moment. I flicked my tongue over her clitoris, she jerked. “Oh yes! You naughty man, suck my clitty!” she begged. I did, without any hesitation at all, drew it into my mouth and sucked while flicking the tip with my tongue. I slipped two fingers into her cunt and explored as I had before, enjoying the feel of my spunk in her cunt again. Her response was incredible and I understood why we were in a bedroom as far from the neighbours as possible. Something was telling me not to rush to stop and I just kept on licking, sucking and finger-fucking her until she begged me to fuck her. I got into the most fearful contortions as I tried to position myself so that I could just slide my cock into her without moving my mouth or fingers, until the very last moment. I used my own fingers as a guide to feed my rampant cock into her. It was very tight but she was demanding more. I left them in place as long as I could, half fucking and half fingering her. Bloody awkward angle. Couldn't do it now, so don't even think of asking. Once my cock was properly in I started slow and steady. Long slow, deep fucking. I also managed to control myself all the time. I watched her face and listened to her breathing, trying to judge her progress and my technique. She didn't say anything instructive but she did make an increasing amount of noise and her movements on the bed became more and more erratic. I started to thrust in harder, driving my cock home for the last inch or so. She liked that and encouraged more. Once she started to thrust up to meet my driving cock I went faster. She went faster. Then she went silent. Then still. Then she let rip, telling me to fuck her hard, to fill her dirty cunt with my teenage spunk and to never stop until she was dead! I think I got it right, that time.” Well, we are about three hours into a twelve hour drive - would you like to hear more?