19

[JoeWhite1]

When I woke, the sunlight streaming through the window in the living room told me that it was early afternoon, and my stomach rumbling told me that I was hungry. I had fallen asleep naked and exhausted after the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced, but now I was covered with a blanket. Grandad must have fetched a blanket and covered me while I slept.

Throwing off the blanket, I swiveled round and placed my feet on the warm wooden floorboards of the living room. After what we had done earlier, it didn’t seem strange to walk to the kitchen naked. In fact, the sun coming through the window felt good on my body, so I was happy to stay naked. I also wanted grandad to see me naked again and curious about the effect my nudity would have on him.

Although my parents had been strict when I was growing up, I had no shame or embarrassment about my body. I knew that I had a good figure, with 34 B cup tits, slightly arrow-shaped nipples, slim waist and a nice rounded bum. Now, I wanted to see how grandad’s cock would react.

I didn’t have long to wait, as he was sitting at the kitchen table again only wearing a pair of shorts.

“Did you sleep well? Are you hungry?” he enquired. I nodded yes, but I was more interested in seeing how he would react to the sight of my naked body.
Grandad rose from the table where he had been looking at his phone, and walked towards the fridge. And as he walked, I could see that he had been affected by seeing me naked because his cock had reacted automatically and was making a tent in his shorts.

However, he did not attempt to hide it, but casually asked me “Eggs ok?”

“Yes please,” I replied.

Grandad busied himself at the cooker, beating eggs and chopping tomatoes to make an omelette. He heated a frying pan, added oil and when it was smoking hot, he tipped the beaten egg into it. Then he followed that with the chopped tomatoes and some shredded cheese. In five minutes, I had my omelette which I ate with some sliced baguette, and washed down with some hot milky tea.

I ate in silence, and when I had finished, grandad took my plate, cup and cutlery to the sink to wash along with the bowl he had beaten the eggs in and the frying pan.

When he had finished, he came back to the kitchen table and sat down facing me. Then he reached his right hand across the table and took my right hand in his.

“Liz,” he began after clearing his throat. “We need to talk.”

I nodded my agreement, but inside I was afraid that he was going to tell me that what we had done was wrong and must not be repeated. However, I could not have been more wrong.

“Liz,” he began. “Liz, what I’m about to tell you will probably surprise you, but I feel I owe you an explanation for what has happened between us recently.”

I listened intently, unsure of what I was going to hear.

“Liz, I think you know how devoted I was to your grandmother, and when she died it was a huge blow to me. We had been married for so long, and we had always had a life that was well…unconventional in many respects, especially after your dad left home when he got his first job.”

Liz looked quizzically at him, which encouraged him to continue.

“What I mean is that your gran and I had always been sexually adventurous, and when we were alone after your dad moved out, we were able to explore different sexual lifestyles. What we finally decided was right for us was swinging.”

When Liz looked puzzled, he continued.

“We found several clubs and groups online who participated in swinging – I mean having sex with different partners with each couple being fully aware and consenting of what their other half was doing. Finally, we chose one with people who seemed to be compatible with us socially and intellectually.”

Liz was surprised to hear that that was the sort of lifestyle her dad’s parents had been involved in because of how strict and conservative her parents, especially her dad, were with her.

“I…I didn’t know that,” she stammered.

“It was our secret. We certainly didn’t advertise ourselves as swingers because it’s not something that most people understand. For us, it was a way to explore…a way to rekindle our own sex life. It made us feel young again and it was exciting.”

“So, you and Gran were open about having sex with others?”

“Yes, of course. That was the most important part of swinging for us. We both knew who the other was having sex with, and sometimes we even swapped with another couple in the same room so we could watch how pleasurable it was to be fucking someone else. And anyway, we always talked about what we had done and who we had done it with when we came back home after a swing meeting.”

“But you don’t do it now? I mean, I haven’t ever seen you go out alone much,” Liz said.

“No, because when your gran died, I was not allowed to join the group as a single male. That was an important rule of our group – no single males were allowed. It was a group of couples and sometimes two women and a man, but there were never any men who were not accompanied by a woman.”

“Oh. You must miss it. It sounds like it was important to you,” Liz responded.

“Yes, I miss it very much. I felt lost when your gran died, and I felt doubly bereaved by not being allowed to continue with the group. Of course, I knew the rules, but that didn’t stop me from felling lost.”

Liz nodded her understanding.

“And, to be honest, I was especially sad because of losing a special partner that I had in the group.”

“Oh? Who was that?” Liz asked.

Taking a deep breath, Liz’s grandad continued. “One couple who had been swingers for many years, introduced their 17 year old daughter to the group. Her name was Jane. As I said, it was possible for a man to be accompanied by two women, so that’s what this couple did. She was a little shy at first, but she was seriously interested in learning about the swinging lifestyle, so it did not take long before she was a very popular partner for us men.”

“Was she the youngest female there?” Liz asked.

“Yes, she was, but she seemed to be more comfortable having an older man as her partner. And I was one of her favourite men, I’m proud to say. And she soon became one of my preferred sex partners. She really made me feel young again, she was so intense when we fucked, and she let me know that I was really giving her pleasure. Her orgasms were spectacular…” He sighed at the memory.

“So, you see Liz. I couldn’t help myself when I saw you that day last summer. I was thinking of her, and it just happened, but then I wanted more…and that’s why I did what I did with you. I’m sorry if I hurt you or made you feel bad. I just wanted to feel the way I used to…with Jane.”

Liz squeezed her grandad’s hand. “Grandad, look at me now. I’m sitting her naked. I’m not sad, and I’m not angry with you. I’m so glad that we have done what we did. And I loved how you made me feel earlier. I..”

Liz paused, before continuing. “I want more. Please. I will be your Jane if you want. And I would like you to take me to one of the swingers’ parties.”

There was silence after Liz had stopped speaking. They both knew that a line had been crossed, and that there would be no going back.

[funfox]

That’s a really interesting development. More players joining in to swing. Wow! Only in my imagination 🥲

[JoeWhite1]

When I had finished speaking, grandad smiled and squeezed my hand. “Thank you for your kind words, love. And thanks for your offer. I..I would love to take you with me to one of the meetings, but…but…but Liz… I mean, have you ever had sex? I mean, are you still a virgin? I know how strict your parents are…so…” and he fell silent.

I was still a virgin, but I knew that I didn’t want to be, especially after what I had experienced with grandad, so I replied, “Yes, I am, but I want to learn all about sex. I mean I know how good you made me feel, and I’m sure that there are many other things that will make me feel good as well. I want to know about those things. Grandad, I want you to teach me…I want you to be my teacher about sex.”

Grandad’s hand squeezed mine again as he heard what I had said. He smiled and his eyes lit up at the thought of teaching me about sex and taking me with him to one of the swinger meetings. However, he obviously needed to be sure that I was serious, and that I meant what I had said.

“Are you sure, Liz? This is a big step for you, and I don’t want you to regret later. I don’t want you to feel that you have made a mistake at some point in the future.”

“Grandad, I’m sure. I love how you made me feel, and I know that you can make me feel even more. Besides, don’t you think that I should learn about sex from you? I know you love me and you will be gentle with me and not force me to do anything I don’t want to do. Isn’t that the best way to discover what sex is like? With someone who loves me instead of some young and inexperienced boy at the university who will be more interested in his own pleasure than mine. Would you really want me to have my first sexual experience in the back seat of a car somewhere instead of here in my nice comfortable bed?” And I smiled at the image that I had in my mind of the two of us exploring together. I knew that grandad would be a patient teacher who would lead me step by step to learn what I wanted to learn.

Grandad sat silently absorbing what he had just heard from me, his granddaughter. Then, he released his grip on my hand, and stood up. “I need to think how we are going to do this,” he murmured, half to himself. “Let me have time alone to think it over,” he said.

Reluctantly, I nodded my agreement although I would have preferred that we began my instruction immediately.

“Anyway, go and put some clothes on. It’s getting late and I don’t want you to catch cold,” he ordered me.

I got to my feet and we both moved towards the stairs to go up to our respective bedrooms. However, I was a little stiff from lying down and then sitting for so long, so I stumbled slightly as we reached the bottom of the stairs. I had no intention of creating a fuss or a scene, but as I stumbled and lost my balance, grandad automatically turned and reached to steady me.
His arms caught me by the shoulders, and we both stopped moving. We were facing each other once more and I was aware that I was completely naked while grandad was only wearing a pair of thin cotton shorts. It was the sight of grandad’s erection poking through the opening of his shorts that made me aware of my nakedness and his arousal.

We stood face-to-face for a few seconds, and then grandad leaned forward and, wrapping his arms around me, kissed me. His breath smelled sweet, and his body pressed against me was lean with a flat stomach. Although he was now 65 years old, grandad had always looked after his weight and exercised for at least an hour every day, so his body had not become overweight like so many men of his age. Later, I understood that this was one reason why he was able to maintain a strong erection when other men of his age suffered from erectile dysfunction, meaning they could not become hard enough to penetrate a well-lubricated pussy.

My insides melted at the touch of his lips on mine. The suggestion that he should spend time thinking about how we were going to continue went out the window. This was how we were going to continue!

I frantically wrapped my arms around grandad and kissed him back. His tongue probed my mouth, and I opened my lips to give him access. As our tongues competed with each other to heighten our intimacy, I reached my right hand down to grasp the hard cock that was pressing into my belly. As if in response, I felt grandad’s left hand cup my right breast and begin to squeeze and pinch the sensitive nipple that was already poking out erect.

We stood pressed against each other for what seemed like hours, but was really only about 3 or 4 minutes, stroking and caressing our sensitive body parts while our mouths remained mashed together. Finally, we broke the kiss and without saying a word, grandad reached for my hand which made me stop stroking his cock, and he stop caressing my tit. Then, he led me upstairs to his bedroom.

Once inside, he quickly dropped his shorts and stood looking at me. His cock rose and fell slightly as his breath deepened with lust. In return, I could feel my pussy becoming wetter in anticipation of what was about to happen. Now we were not grandad and granddaughter – we were two adults lusting for each other.

Although I could feel the desire for grandad’s cock to be pulsing inside me, there was the small matter of me being a virgin and my experience of sex being almost nil apart from what had happened recently. But I needn’t have worried because I had a very experienced teacher to show me what I should do and what should be done to me.

Grandad could see that I was nervous so the first thing that he did was to ask me to sit on the side of the bed where he sat beside me. Then, taking my hand, he spoke to me in a low, comforting voice.

“Liz, if you really meant what you said about wanting to know more about sex, if you will let me, I will try to show you how much pleasure you can experience from your body and the body of another person – whether that person is a man or a woman. And I want you to know that I would never harm you or force you to do something you don’t want.”

“Meanwhile, I promise you that if you also really meant what you said earlier about wanting to join me at a meeting with my friends, I will take care of you and make sure that you are not pushed to participate in any act where you are not a willing participant. In fact, there were many times when your grandmother and I simply enjoyed the pleasure of watching others and not taking part in any other activities. Although, as I told you already, I was always happy when Rose sought me out to be her partner for the evening.” He smiled at the thought of those times when he had enjoyed the experience of taking his pleasure with the fresh, young and seemingly insatiable girl.

“Thank you, grandad,” was all that I could reply.

“Then please let me help you to understand your body better. Lie back, relax and close your eyes if you want. And if you feel uncomfortable at any time, let me know at once. OK?”

I could not speak because inwardly I was shaking at the thought of being taught about sex by a mature man who knew what he was doing, and who knew how to please a woman, and not some pimply youth who probably knew less about sex than I did. The shaking was just one of the symptoms that my body let me know it wanted the lesson to begin. My nipples were growing hard with every breath I took and my pussy was so wet that I was afraid that I would stain the bedspread that I lay on. So, instead of answering, I simply lay back, closed my eyes, and waited for whatever was going to happen.

At first, I was afraid that grandad was not going to follow through on his promise to teach me, but I needn’t have worried as I felt his hands slowly part my legs slightly. I sighed at his touch and this seemed to encourage him to continue. I thought that he would repeat what he had done downstairs when I had the most intense orgasm of my life, but instead he began to plant soft kisses on my thighs. These kisses made me feel flutters in my stomach, and also flood my pussy. I expected and hoped he would continue to kiss up my thighs to my pussy and spread my legs wider to give him easier access, but instead he raised his head and I could feel him move up the bed until he stopped and then his hot breath suddenly caressed my right nipple.

The shock of his mouth sucking on my nipple caused me to convulse slightly, but immediately I surrendered to the pleasurable sensations that pulsed through my body. His tongue circled my nipple and then he suddenly nipped it before latching on with his lips and sucking hard. The feeling was incredibly arousing and I groaned as he used his mouth on my sensitive nipple.

Just as I waited for him to repeat his actions on my left breast, he surprised me by lifting his head and kissing my throat and then my earlobe. My senses were in a whirl and I wondered what he would do next. A few seconds later I discovered what he planned to do.

He turned his attention once again to my thighs, but this time he used his hands to part my legs even more. I felt limp and waited impatiently for him to work his magic on my soaking wet pussy. And he did. He used his tongue to lick and tanatalise my outer pussy lips before settling on my engorged clit. As he latched on with vigour, my body bucked upwards and I let out a long moan of pleasure. At the same time, he stretched his hands up my body to grasp both my breasts which he caressed and kneaded, sending thrills of electricity through my body. The dual attack on my sensitive body areas pushed me over the edge, and I convulsed with a massive orgasm.

That was the first lesson in pleasure I received from my grandad, but there were many others before he judged me capable of spending time in the swingers’ club.