My name is Becky and the following story is an account of how my granddad cured my crippling shyness with boys with his hands-on sex education.
I had always felt insecure about my appearance. Forever envious of other girls I saw around town with their perfect looking bodies and pretty faces.
Young men always seemed attracted to my friends but never to me. I constantly worried that my ears stuck out, my ginger hair was always a mess, my freckles looked silly, my bum was too big, my breasts too small; the list is endless.
I'd only ever had one brief sexual encounter with a boy during my first year at uni. He only seemed interested in how quickly he could grope my boobs and get inside my knickers. At the time I felt flattered that he seemed to like me and during that disastrous evening lost both my virginity and my dignity. Having let him hurriedly undress me, roughly grope me, and then penetrate me, it was all over very quickly leaving me feeling dirty and used, but above all disappointed.
Afterwards, I was petrified that I might be pregnant but luckily it was OK. Since then I have been on the pill, living in hope of finding a nice boy but as the months passed by, I concluded that it would never happen because no boy or man would ever find me attractive.
The only relief from my strong sexual urges was reading erotic stories and then masturbating as I lay awake in bed.
I'd read a lot about different types of sexual encounter and often fantasized about them as I lay awake at night masturbating. I guess that I could not be described as naïve because my theoretical sexual knowledge was extensive. Much to my dismay and disappointment the only way to describe me would be very inexperienced but keen to learn.
Part1
Having celebrated my nineteenth birthday the previous week, I was back home after my first year away at university. Since my grandmother's sudden death earlier in the year my grandfather was temporarily living with us.
I'd always had a great relationship with him and, knowing I could share any secret hopes and fears with him without him judging me and in confidence, made him my favourite relative.
My parents had gone away on vacation, so it was just me and granddad in the house.
I'd gone to bed and left him downstairs watching a movie. I had been reading a story about a young woman having a sexual relationship with a much older man.
The story was very explicit and as I felt the familiar feelings of arousal, I slipped a hand down between my legs and started to masturbate. As I reached over to turn the bedside lamp off, I knocked it on the floor causing a loud crash.
I heard footsteps on the stairs and quickly pulled my hand out from between my legs as Granddad knocked on the door and called, "Are you OK Becky?"
"Yes," I said, "I can't sleep and now I've just knocked by bedside lamp over."
The door opened, he peered through and smiled saying, "I'm just making some hot chocolate before I go to bed. Why don't you come downstairs and join me like you used to?"
It was something we used to do when I was much younger. We'd drink hot chocolate and granddad would give me a cuddle before taking me up to bed.
I felt wide awake and with a sudden feeling of nostalgia I said, "Yes, I'd like that. I'll be down in a minute."
Granddad smiled as he said, "I'll go down and make the chocolate then. I'll wait for you downstairs."
I watched him go and heard the stairs creak as he went down. Having always slept naked in recent years I got out of bed, slipped on a silk dressing gown, and went down to join granddad.
I went straight to the living room and heard granddad call from the kitchen, "Just coming."
I was still standing as he walked in with two mugs of hot chocolate.
He was wearing his favourite old towelling dressing gown. Despite his age I noticed how strong he still looked; broad shoulders, deep chest and still walking straight backed and proud.
He placed the mugs on a table next to his favourite chair, sat down, patted his knee, and said, "I suppose you are too old now to sit on granddad's knee."
It was something I had always enjoyed and with my feelings of nostalgia still strong I smiled at him, walked over, and sat on his lap.
He placed his arm around me as I snuggled up close with my head resting on his shoulder.
My feelings of nostalgia were strengthened as he gently stroked my hair around my ear, feeling like he was delicately repositioning each strand of over my ear. It felt very comforting, just like it always had.
"How is your love life," he said softly, "I bet all the boys are after you."
I stifled a sob, remembering the one and only boy I had been with who had taken my virginity, and replied, "There aren't any boys. I'm not pretty enough and none of them like me."
Grandad continued to caress my ear as he said, "They must all be blind Becky. You are a lovely girl with a pretty face and a warm heart. So, you have never had a boyfriend?"
"Not a boyfriend as such, Granddad, just a one-off date with a boy who took my virginity."
"I see," he said, pulling me closer and continuing to stroke my ear.
"I'm guessing that he was finished very quickly and that you didn't enjoy any of it."
"I thought that losing my virginity would be something special," I said.
"That's the trouble with many young men," said Granddad, "They have no self-control and are usually only interested in their own pleasure."
"I don't think he liked my body,"
"Why ever not?"
"My boobs are too small, and my bum is too big."
His hand moved from my ear and he began to stroke my cheek as he said, "You've always looked perfect to me Becky."
I felt a warm glow hearing his kind words with my head snuggled against his neck.
When his hand slipped from my cheek down over my neck to the front overlap of my dressing gown, I perhaps should have stopped him, but I didn't want to.
With one continuous caressing movement his hand slipped beneath the soft silk of my dressing gown and cupped one of my breasts. His tender touch was very different to that of the boy who had taken my virginity. Granddad tenderly squeezed my breast before easing the front of my dressing gown open to expose both breasts, exclaiming, "Becky you look beautiful and I think your boobs are perfect."
I blushed as I felt my nipples start to tingle as Granddad circled each one in turn with the tip of a finger. They became more and more sensitive as he tenderly traced around my areola. As my nipples became erect, he gently squeezed and teased them sending small waves of pleasure through me.
As he toyed with my boobs, he started kissing my forehead and said, "Does that feel nice Becky?"
"MMmmm, yes," I mumbled, feeling myself getting wet.
Grandad continued to kiss my forehead as he moved his hand down from my breasts, unfastening the silk tie and then pulling my dressing gown open as his hand slowly meandered down over my belly.
Gripping each side of the gown he eased it open, revealing my belly, pubic hair, and pale legs.
"Beautiful," he said, as his fingers slid into my pubes.
I knew it was wrong, but I didn't care. All I wanted at that moment was to have granddad touch me between my legs; to feel how wet I was.
I sighed softly and instinctively opened my legs as granddad's fingers slipped through my pubes and touched my wetness. Despite his large hands his fingers felt like the delicate touch of a feather as they gently parted my oozing lips. He then traced the outline of my labia with the tip of one finger, gently exploring from my clit, down the edge of my outer labia and almost down to my bottom.
I started to writhe under his touch, yearning to feel his fingers touch my clit and penetrate me.
All my senses were heightened as his fingers continued to tease between my legs. I started to move my hips against his fingers and my breathing was becoming heavier and rhythmic. His touch gradually felt firmer until he slid a finger up inside me. My thrusts became harder now that his finger was inside me and his palm pressed against my vulva.
I could feel myself losing control as I thrust my vulva and engorged clit against granddad's hand. He in turn was now matching my thrusts with the movement of his hand until, with my eyes closed, a series of loud sighs and a prolonged scream of pleasure, I orgasmed.
I clamped my thighs around granddad's hand holding it where I wanted it as wave after wave of sheer pleasure overcame my senses.
Gradually I relaxed and as I lay in granddad's lap, I felt euphoric and with an overwhelming desire to please him.
After a while he slipped his hand out from between my legs. I felt a little embarrassed as he held his wet finger up to his mouth, licked it and said, "You taste beautiful Becky."
Without any prompting I shifted my self to one side of his lap. I could see that he was erect as I gazed at the large bulge under his dressing gown.
Feeling bold I unfastened the belt of his gown, slipped my hand down inside and wrapped my hand around his impressively hard penis.
I then gazed into his eyes as I said, "I want to make you cum granddad. Can I watch as you spurt your stuff?"
"Of course," he said, "If you want to."
There were so many things I wanted to do. Things I had been fascinated by in the many erotic stories I had read. One of these was a fascination to see a penis ejaculate.
I excitedly slipped off granddad's lap. My dressing gown was gaping open but granddad's appreciative gaze at my exposed body gave me a warm glow and a new feeling of confidence.
For the first time in my life I felt at ease with my body. As I slipped off his lap onto the floor Granddad shifted his knees apart allowing me to kneel between them.
The front of his dressing gown was now gaping open revealing his erection and scrotum. "Show me how to do it Granddad," I said, as I tentatively reached forward and touched his hairy balls.
