For the benefit of those that have not read any of the previous 'Granddad' stories, I would like to make it clear that there is no family connection between John Smith (Granddad) and Anja. See 'Granddad' for further information. No underage sex takes place or is implied.
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If anyone had asked me how I imagined that first week with the beautiful Anja it couldn't have been more different. Well, apart from the fucking chair, the wedge and the doggy bench that is.
She had fallen asleep almost immediately after we'd fucked on the wedge but I'd had to disturb her when I tried to roll her off it. Didn't want her waking with a bad back. We helped each other to the other room. The bed was usually only used for fucking so only had a washable, waterproof covering on it. I found a couple of overlooked beach towels in the cupboard and we used as a bottom sheet. We settled down to sleep, her cradled in my arms.
I awoke some two hours later with a wonderful, warm, wet feeling around my cock. Opening my eyes I discovered a pair of beautiful upper thighs and a perfectly delicious, wet, swollen pussy. She was sixtying me. The nine part being asleep. I strained my neck upwards and wiped my tongue along her swollen vulva and sucked her clitty between my lips. The perfect number was thereby completed.
"You've fucked me for the best part of the afternoon Granddad, making me cum god knows how many times but you haven't cum once, yet. I want you to cum, Granddad." she informed me.
"I was rather hoping to save that pleasure until we were in bed for the first time. Before we go to sleep. Then I could cuddle you close and enjoy your contentment. Would you mind?" I asked rather too plaintively for a man of my age.
"You want to make love with me? Granddad that is sooo nice. Only one other man has made love with me and that was only for a week. The rest just wanted to play with my tits and fuck!"
"Now don't get me wrong. That's what I want to do as well. Wanting to make love with you is as much a surprise to me as it is you, sorry."
"No need to be sorry Granddad, I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be fucked now would I? You made your intent perfectly clear right from the very beginning. Now, you were going to fuck me on the doggy bench?"
As you will have realised the doggy bench is exactly what it says on the box. With a few whistles and bells. It's designed specifically to maximise the benefit, to the woman, of being doggy fucked without the discomfort of having to kneel on an awkward, possibly hard surface while being expected to push back onto the driving cock.
As you would expect it is fully upholstered, totally adjustable and, as a little bonus, mounted on rails with 200mm travel, that's about ten inches in old money. Thus saving the lady in question the effort of supplying the rearward thrust. It also, as with the fucking chair and to a great extent the wedge, gave the cock owner absolute control. An aspect that not every woman realised.
Anja was not insensible to the situation as her remark as I was making the required adjustments indicated.
"Granddad, you said that you brought women to No.42 to fuck them, you weren't kidding, were you? The chair, the wedge and now the doggy bench. On each the woman is perfectly positioned to be fucked. Whatever way you want to fuck her! I bet you have no intention of selling models of this bench either, do you? Not because of 'elf n safety at all, is it? You designed this bench and the chair to give pleasure but both could also be used to take pleasure in the wrong hands or cock, if you see what I mean."
"Young lady, you are far to clever for your own good!" I told her and slapped her gently on her perfect bum.
"Ooooh!" She responded wriggling it enticingly. "Love you Granddad, you're so naughty!"
"Thank you, Sweetheart, love you too. Now, as you have probably realised the chair, as wonderful as it is, only allows so much cock penetration due to the position of body parts. The wedge allows greater penetration as the positioning is slightly different but, as every experienced girl knows, doggy always gives the greatest penetration from any given cock. I'm now going to fuck you doggy and will take it as easy as I did with the other two positions until you are ready for the full monty. OK?"
"Yes Granddad, perfectly but..." she ground to a halt.
"But?"
"I love the feel of your cock sliding in when it is covered with lube but this time, instead of carefully getting me ready to take your full length, once it's lubed up will you just fuck me hard? Take me! Just fuck me good and hard! Make me scream, please?"
I placed my cock-head at the entrance to her willing cunt.
"Just a couple of strokes to make sure you're happy with it?" I suggested taking a firm grip of the handles and making sure my feet were clear of the rails.
"I'd really rather n... Araahhhh!" she screamed as I jerked her back onto my hard cock hard. Pushing her forward I jerked her back again forcibly.
"Fuck! Sorry Gladys," she groaned. "That's it Granddad, fuck my greedy cunt. Make me squeal and cum for you again."
I fucked her hard while she squealed for more then eased off when she begged for a rest. She begged for a rest three more times before we returned to the apartment. We showered together then went out for a light dinner. She wore a short sarong, because 'I enjoy you enjoying my tits Granddad,' and a purse on a string. I also wore a short sarong and a shoulder bag because she didn't want to carry my credit card.
After a stroll around the village, people watching, we returned to the apartment, showered and went to bed. Our first time in bed together. We made soft, tender love until we fell asleep in each other's arms. In the morning we made love again, energetically. There was a new, undefinable, something between us when I showed her around the village in the daylight of that Saturday morning. A playfulness. Instead of just holding hands our fingers teased and entwined. I traced trails of contentment on her bottom with my fingers and she spanked mine playfully telling me to behave.
We walked the entire length of the beach. I pointed out the Swingers section and gave her an idea of what went on there on late afternoons. She asked if I'd spent time there. I told her many times over the years with many ladies. She asked if I wanted to spend time with her there. I admitted that I did, if and when she was ready. We spoke more about it and settled down right at the other end of the beach where we played in the warming Mediterranean water and spent ages rubbing sun lotion on each other's naked body. To avoid the midday heat we returned to the apartment and made love before going back to the beach for a couple of hours. We dined out. I carried the credit card.
Monday was overcast. We made love then I took her for a drive in the hills behind Agde. Exploring the twisty turny roads north of Bédarieux. Taking a late lunch in St. Affrique we drove on so she could see the Millau viaduct before the drive back down the motorway, dinner and bed.
Tuesday was equally uninviting so after an early love making I sent her off to buy baguettes and croissants. While she was gone I did some quick research on the 'net.
The croissants went down well with coffee and playful chatter.
"Right, pack a bag with toiletries and clothes for three nights. We are going away!"
