Granddad Surprises Young Girl

Introduction and background.

I suspect that as the events I am about to describe happened over half a century ago my memory will be less than perfect. The essence of the story is however true. I was nearly nineteen at the time and by today's standards very naïve when it came to matters of sex. This is not a story about losing my virginity. I had been having sex with my boyfriend since I turned eighteen. Back then losing my virginity when I did was not considered late. I was quite proud of the fact that I was no longer a virgin.

Why then do I say I was naïve? In those days there was no porn available to most people and the Internet was not even dreamed of. Looking back I am sure my boyfriend did not know that females had orgasms. When we first became sexually involved he had no idea how to arouse me. It seemed natural enough for me to play with his cock. He seemed happy with this, as he never lasted more than a couple of minutes when my hands excited him. He seemed proud of the fact that he could cum so quickly. I suspect now that if back then I had asked him to play with me to orgasm he would have thought of me as some kind of slut. I therefore never asked him to do anything much for me. At least things have improved in some ways in 50 years!!

I those days I thought that as a girl playing with myself was almost evil. I therefore had terrible guilt trips when on the rare occasion I could not stop myself from not only playing with myself but sin of sins having orgasms. I played with myself at least once a week but rarely succumbed to orgasm. These "failures" were almost exclusively when I had a full bladder. I could control myself normally but if I had a full bladder orgasms would erupt with very little warning. I comforted myself that there was nothing I could do to stop myself having an orgasm at these times. As time went on I nearly always waited until I had a full bladder before masturbating. It seems weird logic now that in some way I felt less guilty about then having an orgasm.

To finish setting the scene I will briefly describe myself. I was and still am 5 foot 6 inches tall. Like many of my age I thought my bottom was enormous but it was just a full size. I was a 36b cup with a strong wish to be more like 40dd. I thought all boys loved massive boobs. I have thanked my lucky stars most of my life that I didn't have the boobs I had hankered over. I also appreciated the fact that my nipples were more than a match for my average size boobs. They were very red in color, thick and sometimes embarrassingly long. They are set high on my boobs another thing I have appreciated, as I have got older.

My family lived in a small three bedroomed house. Most of the time there was just my parents and myself. As was not unusual there was one toilet that was beside the bath that had a shower over it. This was considered quite modern back then.

Chapter 1

My grandfather (I always called him Gramps) had been visiting us during the summer. My gran had died nearly a year earlier and he stayed more often after she passed. My parents were out for the day and Gramps was taking a shower. Somehow I had completely missed the fact that I should have used the toilet before he went for his shower. I sat in my room desperate to pee and therefore desperate for him to finish his shower. My mum always teased him about how long he spent in the shower and todays seemed to go on forever. I had never been so desperate to pee in my life. Nearly always I waited to masturbate until I had a full bladder but that day my full bladder gave me a strong urge to masturbate. I gave into the urge and started to play with myself. I got very aroused very quickly but did find that the playing seemed to ease my need to pee. However hard I tried both my arousal and my need to pee increased until I was sure I would wet myself if I didn't pee soon.

I thought about going out in the garden but soon dismissed this as the last thing I wanted was to give the pervert next door the chance to spy on me. I could see no alternative but to ask Gramps to let me use the toilet. By now I was almost doubled over in the pain of a full bladder. I had to call loudly so that he heard over the sound of the water. He replied

"No problem the door is not locked and the shower curtain will protect our modesties."

I was seated on the throne in seconds with my panties around my ankles. I thought that I would explode immediately but found my bladder was in spasm and I could not pee at all. Looking up towards at the mirror on the opposite wall I was horrified to see the back view of Gramps as he washed himself. It was not this however that made me wail. I was in pain and my bladder would just not relax. My shriek was heard by Gramps who turned round without thinking. I had the shock of my life. I had only seen one cock in my life but this one was twice as long with a girth to match. It hung more than half way to his knees and it occurred to me that it wasn't even erect. I was so transfixed by the monster that I hadn't noticed that Gramps had as clear a view of what was between my legs as I had of his.

"Oh fuck my love I didn't mean to frighten you. I am sorry but are you alright?"

My hand went straight between my legs in an attempt to hide my aroused pussy from his eyes. When my hand found my clit I panicked, as my only thought was how badly I needed to orgasm. Again he asked me if I was okay.

"I need to pee so badly it is agony. My bladder is in spasm and I think I will explode."

Still soaking wet but with a towel around his waist he was quickly kneeling in front of me. He told me that somehow I needed to relax so that the bladder would relax enough to allow me to pee. Him being right there did nothing to relax me but I tried. There were tears running down my eyes before he just said

"Please trust me it is the only thing I can think of."

His hand replaced mine. I don't know exactly how he touched me. It might have been just my clit or maybe a bigger area but the effect was electric. My head exploded, as an orgasm the like of which I didn't know existed took over complete control of my body. I grabbed his arm not to stop him but to stop me from falling off the toilet. I think his hand slid further round but I know his arm was now perfectly placed for me to rub myself violently against. I must have looked a sight as I fucked his arm all the way through the longest orgasm of my life.

I had no idea when my orgasm finished and the powerful stream of piss hit his arm. I thought he would get his arm out quickly but instead he very quietly said

"There let it all go there's a good girl."

The feeling of being comforted by Gramps was completely overwhelming. I didn't release his arm as I peed on and on. His arm still felt wonderful as my bladder finally finished emptying. I am ashamed to say that I rubbed myself for a number seconds longer than I needed. After all these years I do remember the look on his face as I regained my senses. He looked, concerned, protective, loving but probably most of all wildly excited.

"I am so sorry my dear I did not know how else to help you. Please forgive me I didn't know that you would .... that you were so excited."

"It is not you that should be sorry it is me. Thank you so much that was the most unbelievably wonderful experience of my life."

I looked away in embarrassment as I said this. What greeted my eyes was his penis that was now in full view as his towel was on the floor. It is a view that is imprinted on my brain. It had been huge before but now it appeared to me to be monstrous. I wanted it, not as you might think it was far too big for that. I wanted to touch it hold it and maybe see if I could make him cum. As I reached for it he pulled away slightly. My fist was close enough to the head for me to make comparisons between the two. My hands have always been small but I have never seen a prick that could get even remotely close to the majesty of this beautiful cock.

Gramps very quickly became very nervous and seemed to want to get away from me. I had to remind him that I was not an innocent 14 year-old but an 18 year-old who was no longer a virgin. This seemed to really surprise him but he said that we could not mention what had happened to any one let alone do anything else. I said I had no intention of mentioning what had happened but wanted more, much more. He wouldn't let me touch his cock in the bathroom but did agree to go with me to my bedroom. He put a dressing gown on and left me cleaning myself up. I was very tempted to go back to my room naked but instead put my panties and dress back on before joining him in my bedroom. He sat on my bed looking very worried and I stood in front of him feeling a little bit like the schoolgirl summoned to the headmaster.

"As I said we can never mention what happened to anyone. Nothing like that can ever happen again. Do you understand?"

I suddenly saw the funny side of what was happening. I knew he had been excited by what had happened and I was desperate to experience more.

"If I promise to never piss all over you again can I at least get to play with your cock? I didn't know they made them that big. My boyfriend - well let's just say is obviously very small. He has also never given me an orgasm and I am not sure he ever will."

Something I said clearly softened his attitude as he stood up and opened his arms. I was delighted to receive his warm cuddle and the kiss on the top of my head. It was my usual loving Gramps who was now holding me. However I did not feel like the innocent naïve granddaughter he had always known. I could feel his cock but wasn't sure whether it was erect or not. This was soon remedied as my small hand found his huge cock by delving under his dressing gown. It was a very quiet response, as he simply said "no". I ignored his protest and traced from near his balls down the length of his placid member. I was still shocked that my hand seemed to go on and on down. As I did so I swear I felt blood flowing into it. It was certainly responding to my touch. Again a gentle rebuke

"No you must stop - no it is just not right."

By the time I was on my knees in front of him he was much firmer and while still pointing slightly downwards he was returning to his magnificent best. I wrapped both of my hands separately around his shaft and was delighted that there was still plenty of shaft and all of the purple head visible. I felt like a child with the biggest best ice cream. I licked everything I could see just like an ice cream before trying to take the head into my mouth. My lips could just stretch enough but my jaw became uncomfortable before my teeth could open far enough. He seemed to stop protesting as his hands held my head very gently. His quiet moaning varied and communicated very clearly what he found most exciting. When my tongue found the underneath of his shaft just below the head I knew I had found the spot.

I was disappointed as his hands now lifted me off my knees until I was standing in front of him. This seemed to be one final attempt to stop us from going any further. He stood with excited eyes as I moved back a little and very slowly started to unbutton my dress. Usually I would have pulled it over my head but somehow this felt much more provocative and sexy and meant I could watch his reaction better. As my naked boobs came into view the dress caught on my erect nipples and it wasn't until the last button was released that they sprung free. His face was a picture as he drank in the vision of my chest while trying to look up into my eyes regularly.

"It is alright Gramps you can look as much as you wish."

My dress hit the floor and I took hold of both sides of the waistband of my childish looking panties. He was far too interested in my erect nipples to notice this and I was happy to delay removing my last garment. When he finally looked me in the eyes I lowered my panties before removing them completely.

"Fuck your body is perfect."

With this he moved towards me just ensuring his cock avoided making contact with me. He backed me gently up to my bed and laid me down on my back with my feet on the ground. He had moved from no longer protesting to taking charge. I loved it as I now knew I would get the chance to play with the thing that was filling my mind. That had to wait as he eased my legs apart and front my clit perfectly with his lips followed by his tongue. It simply took my breath away. I had heard of men licking women between the legs but wasn't sure that it actually happened. It felt nothing like when I played with myself. He sucked nibbled and even bite me never settling to just doing one thing. I found myself talking to him, thanking him and pleading with him. I don't know what I was pleading for but it didn't seem to matter. This level of sustained arousal was something completely unknown to me. I struggled to breath and my heart was beating like never before. I had no idea what would happen next. I had had an orgasm and as good as it felt it did not occur to me for a couple of minutes that I might have a second one.

He was relentless in stimulating me and when he concentrated on sucking my clit hard followed by licking the swollen nub I started to build to a second climax. Even in my state of euphoria I worried that if I came again it might signal the end of the intimacy. Worry was nowhere near enough to stop me feeling every last sensation as I climbed the slope before my clit could take no more and triggered a beautiful orgasm that rumbled through me. When I returned to planet earth I was laying on my side with him snuggled up behind me. It would have been restful had his erection, that felt like a flagpole, not been nestled against my back.

I felt very tired but was also aware that Gramps had brought me to two memorable orgasms but received no relief. I reached behind me in an attempt to find his prick. Gramps took hold of my hand and said "maybe later but sleep now." I did just what he said drifting off with images of his cock flooding my mind. When I woke my head was still full of images of his cock and I felt wonderfully excited about the prospects for the rest of the morning. Gramps was asleep beside me lying on his back. As much as I wanted his cock I decided to leave him to sleep.

I went downstairs and made a pot of coffee. When I went into my bedroom he was laying on his back with his cock as flaccid as I had seen it. I couldn't resist lifting the heavy shaft enough to take the head into my mouth. Now I managed to get the head and a couple more inches past my teeth into my mouth. When I looked up into his face he was awake and smiling down at me. He brushed my cheek with his hand and said

"If you want it - go for it. That is beautiful my dear. Fuck it's good."

He was growing quickly in my mouth and I started to panic that my teeth might hurt him if he got any bigger. I now knelt beside him facing his feet as I used my hands and tongue to play with my new toy. He talked to me telling me how wonderful it was and advising me what I might try. I was delighted to oblige trying everything he suggested to excite his now rock-hard erection. I wanted to up the ante and decided that he would enjoy the view more if I straddled his chest while still facing his feet. I kept out of the reach of his mouth with my bottom high in the air. His hands caressed my relaxed bottom but didn't venture further.

I knew that what I was doing to his monster cock was moving it towards orgasm. I wanted to see this but also wanted to see what it felt like to be penetrated by such a wonderful prick. Even with my very limited experience I knew I might never get the chance to experience such a magnificent appendage. Gramps complained as I climbed off him, as he didn't realize I was going for lubrication - lots of lubrication.

I applied masses to his massive cock but also plastered my pussy with it both inside and out. I now straddled him but facing him and sitting on his cock with it trapped against his stomach. I was delighted as he found my almost neglected nipples. I slid up and down on his slippery dick using the hard head to massage my clit. He seemed delighted with this particularly as I couldn't help but show him my excitement. I wanted this for him and worked to bring about his climax. As my excitement grew I knew I had to try and make him cum inside me. As I pushed upwards I lined him up to my pussy. The angle was not right and I had to change it. When I did the head started to stretch my tight pussy but I persisted until the head pushed past the tightest point of my pussy. It was uncomfortable but not enough to stop me pushing on. Inches slid into me and I knew I could not take much more. When I did check out the progress I was alarmed to see that two thirds of his prick was still visible. I was defeated on one front but was determined to make him orgasm somewhere deep inside me.

"Please cum inside me I need to see you cum."

With this he eased himself out of me before thrusting back up. He repeated this not going any deeper but working my stretched pussy. His play with my nipples now connected with my clit that was being agitated by his monstrous cock. I again pleaded with him to cum, as I wasn't sure how much more I could take. I had cum twice and now was uncomfortably full.

He fucked me gently without going deep. He told me to cum once more for him, as he was nearly there himself. When he roared out the arrival of his climax I obeyed and came for the third time. It verged on the painful as he was unable to prevent himself going much deeper than I had ever been penetrated. I was sore but delighted that I had not only taken the monster cock but also managed to make it squirt deep inside me. I collapsed forward and kissed Gramps who responded happily.

When my parents, but particularly my mum, returned later that day I was worried that she would sense what Gramps and I had been doing. If she did she didn't let on. The two days before Gramps and I had the chance to be alone together were agonizing but I could write chapter 2 if this first chapter is considered hot enough.

As he sat on the bed I simply stood in front of him and tried to watch his eyes as I slowly pulled my dress up past my naked boobs. My nipples had risen to the occasion and his eyes seemed riveted. I gave him time to take the view in before taking the dress over my head. I thought he was going to protest as I held both sides of my panties. Feeling really naughty I turned away bent double and slipped them down and off my feet. I stayed bent but opened my legs and looked back through them.

He told me that I was a very naughty girl for teasing an old man. My response was that teasing suggested that I would be withholding something and I had no intention of withholding anything. This made him laugh and did reduce the tension of the situation. From that moment on he seemed to accept that as long as I was happy he would go along with things. He invited me to join him on the bed and started to ask me questions. Did I sleep with my current boyfriend? Did I always orgasm as strongly as I had earlier? Had I ever been with an older man? Did my mum know I was no longer a virgin? I answered yes, I wish, no and no way.

I decided I wanted to know more about Gramps and asked, have you had sex since gran died, when did you last have sex with someone under 20, don't you have trouble getting an erection given your age and the size of your penis. He replied, no, more years ago than I would like and I am still under 70 and it hasn't failed me yet.