Douglas was the youngest of my extra-marital flings. He had just turned 18 when I met him.
I had gone to a garden centre on the outer edge of the town to look for some new plants. It was a hot day and, as I walked around the centre, I saw that some of the young men looking after the plants had removed their shirts. Now, there’s something quite sexy about a fit young man, bare from the waist up and sweating as he works, and after a while, I found myself eyeing one or two of them.
One in particular I found rather attractive. He was about 6 feet tall with broad shoulders and a washboard stomach, tousled dirty-blonde hair, startling blue eyes, and a sensual mouth with full lips. Just watching him gave me a twinge in my stomach.
He was also very helpful, showing me where things were, lifting plants onto my trolley, and generally just being pleasant. Once I’d paid for what I’d selected, he brought them to my car and packed them into it.
“Do you need anyone to help you with the planting?” he asked.
“I may do,” I replied. “Is that a service offered by the Centre?”
“Yes,” he replied, “it’s quite popular. Just ask at the desk and they’ll book it.”
“Thank you, I will. What’s your name, by the way?”
“It’s Douglas.”
“Well, Douglas, I must say you’ve been very helpful. I’ll make sure to tell the management.”
“Thank you, madam, I appreciate that. This is my first job, and it is important to me.”
“I’m not madam, I’m Mrs Williams.”
“Thank you, Mrs Williams.”
“It’s a pleasure.”
I watched him as he took the trolley away. He had a nice, firm-looking butt. Something that one could grab. I like men to have a good butt; I find those who have a straight up and down one, like a cliff edge, unattractive.
I went back to the desk and asked about the planting service. It wasn’t outrageously priced, so I booked it for the next day. I then told them how good Douglas had been.
“Would you like him to come and do the planting?”
“Yes, I think I would,” I replied, thinking that it would be quite enjoyable to watch him.
“Very well, then, Mrs Williams, that’s booked for tomorrow at 10.00 am.”
*************
The next morning, after the children had left for school and my husband for work, I took off my usual clothes and changed into something that I thought might give Douglas something to think about.
Sal and I had been shopping a few months back, and she had talked me into buying clothes that were very different to what I normally wear.
“You need to show off your body,” she said.
So I had bought a number of quite revealing clothes, which I’d then kept at the back of my wardrobe. Today would be the first time I’d used them.
I put on a very low-cut short top that stopped above my midriff, showing my navel, with a pair of denim hot pants underneath. I didn’t bother with any underwear. Douglas arrived promptly at 10.00 am, driving a van with the garden centre name emblazoned on the side. He got out of the van and opened the back. He was dressed in a T-shirt and baggy short pants. I went over to meet him in the driveway, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw me.
“Hi, Mrs Williams. Gee, you look really cool.”
“Hello, Douglas. You don’t look bad yourself, although I think you’ll need to lose the shirt, it’s really hot today.”
“Thank you, I will if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. You go ahead.”
He took off his shirt and put it in the van. I watched as he did it, thinking how I loved seeing his muscles move.
We walked around the garden together, and I showed him where I wanted the various plants put in, after which I returned to the house, leaving him to get on with it.
After an hour or so, I went outside to check on his progress, he was hard at work digging a hole. Once again, I could see his muscles rippling under his skin as he dug.
“Would you like something to drink?” I asked.
“Oh, thank you, Mrs Williams, that would be really nice.”
I went back to the kitchen and poured some orange squash, then took it out to him. He put down the spade and took the drink from me.
“How long have you been doing this job?” I asked.
“Not long,” he replied, “I finished school last year.”
“Oh. How old are you?”
“Just turned eighteen.”
“Same age as my son.”
“Really? You don’t look old enough to have a son of eighteen.”
“That’s very nice of you to say, but I’m afraid it’s true.”
“Well, I think you look much younger than that and, if you don’t mind me saying, very good.”
“I don’t mind at all,” I said. “A woman always likes to be complimented.”
I felt a warm glow as he spoke.
He finished his drink and gave me back the glass. As I took it, our fingers touched and I felt a twinge of pleasure run up my arm. I looked at him to see if he had felt it too, but couldn’t detect anything.
I turned around and went back to the kitchen where, after washing the glass, I stood and looked out of the window, watching him as he worked. He really was quite stunning.
I went out again a little later to find him finishing off.
“I think it’s all done now, Mrs Williams.”
“It looks very good.”
“Thank you. I’ll just pack up the tools and then be gone.”
“Are you sure? Wouldn’t you like to have a drink before you go?”
“Oh, I don’t want to bother you.”
“It’s no bother. Come on in when you’ve packed up.”
“Thank you, I will.”
I left him to pack up his tools and went back to my kitchen to wait for him. He arrived after a few minutes.
“Thank you so much, Mrs Williams,” he said.
“That’s alright, Douglas. You must be dehydrated.”
I poured him another orange squash and handed it to him, but this time I deliberately brushed his fingers.
“Thank you,” he said, blushing.
We stood at the kitchen counter as he drank his squash.
“You look like you enjoy your work,” I said.
“Oh, I don’t think so. It keeps me fit and I meet lots of people.”
“You’re certainly fit,” I said, playfully feeling his bicep.
“Thank you,” he said. “You look in pretty good shape yourself.”
“You think so?”
“Oh, yes. You look fantastic, Mrs Williams.”
“You are very kind, but I know I’m not so young anymore,” I replied, rubbing my fingers over his chest. “But you are, and I bet the girls fight over you.”
“Oh, I don’t think so,” he replied, blushing.
“Rubbish. They must be all over you.”
“No, really. I don’t even have a girlfriend.”
“You don’t? Why ever not?”
“I don’t know. Perhaps because I’m shy.”
“Why on earth are you shy?’ I asked. “You’re a very good-looking young man.”
“It’s just that way. Perhaps it’s because I was a late developer and I don’t have much experience.”
I looked at him, then took his right hand and held it over my breast. I didn’t say a word, just looked into his eyes.
He turned bright red and opened his mouth to say something.
“Shhh. Don’t say anything. Just feel me,” I said, still looking into his eyes.
He squeezed my breast tentatively, his fingers moving my flesh through the material of my top. I could feel my nipples tighten and swell.
I reached out and rubbed my hand over his crotch, feeling his erection straining against his fly.
He leaned forward and kissed me, his lips pressed against mine. I kissed him back, my tongue licking his lips. We kissed for a long time until he pulled back and took his hand off my breast.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry, Mrs Williams. I don’t know what came over me.”
“Shut up, Douglas, and pull my top off over my head,” I said, lifting my arms up.
He didn’t argue; instead, he pulled it off and put it on the counter.
“Oh, jeez. Oh, my God, I’ve never seen such beautiful tits. May I touch them?”
“Of course.”
He ran his fingers all over my breasts, feeling my areolae, my nipples. He lifted them up, feeling their weight. He squeezed them, then cupped them in his big hands.
“You can lick them.”
He leaned down and did just that, licking around my areolae and nipples, then sucked at them. My nerves started to tingle all over my skin. My groin felt hot and moist and my heart was thumping.
“I think we’d better go upstairs,” I said, pushing his head off my chest.
I took his hand and led him upstairs and into the bedroom I shared with my husband. We stopped next to the bed, where I loosened his belt and undid his shorts, pulling them down to fall on the floor. I could see his cock bulging out against the material of his jockeys, and traced my fingers over it, feeling it jump under my touch.
I pulled his jockeys down and his penis sprang out, hard and rigid and standing up at a 45-degree angle. It looked like a pretty average one, if a bit thin. His glans had emerged from his foreskin, dark purple and dripping with precum. It was large and beautifully shaped.
“Er. Mrs Williams. Um. I’ve never done this before.”
I wasn’t surprised, but I was pleased. It’s always fun to teach something about sex to another person. You’re introducing them to special pleasures, and they’ll never forget it. There was also the added advantage that I could take him without protection. I usually had affairs with married men, so it was pretty safe. If they were single, it was different.
“Don’t worry, Douglas, it will be fine. Now I want you to take off my pants.”
He reached down and undid them, then slid them down my legs.
“Have you ever touched a woman down there?”
“No,” he whispered in reply.
“Well, I want you to touch me. Feel my slit. Push your fingers into my vagina.”
And so he started to feel his first vulva. As he did so, I took his penis in my hand and player with his shaft, rolling the skin around as my palm tickled his glans.
We played with each other for several minutes, our hands getting more and more slippery with each other’s fluids, until I thought it was time.
I pulled away from him and climbed onto the bed and lay on my back with my knees raised.
“It’s time you made love to me, Douglas.”
He got onto the bed and moved between my legs on his knees.
“What do I do?” he asked.
“Hold your penis in your hand and rub the head up and down my slit, then push it into my hole.”
He leaned forward and did as I had said, but my vaginal sphincter stopped him going in very far.
“It won’t fit,” he said.
“Yes, it will. Just push and push hard.”
He tried again, this time pushing hard, and suddenly I felt his glans pop through the entrance and push open my vaginal walls. It’s a glorious feeling, one that is new and exciting each time, and when it’s a penis that I’ve never had before, it’s especially arousing.
I pulled him down onto me, his chest squashing my breasts, as his penis journeyed ever deeper inside my vagina until it lodged against my cervix, then moved my hips up and down to show him what we should do.
He was a quick learner and soon we were humping each other with great vigour, until he climaxed, which was rather quickly.
“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I just couldn’t help it.”
“Relax, Douglas, it happens to most men on their first time.”
He lay, unmoving, on top of me, our bodies still fused together by his penis. It had lost some of its rigidity, but was still pretty hard. The joy of youth.
I rubbed his back, feeling his shoulder muscles, then down to his buttocks, kneading the strong glutes with my fingers, before probing down to reach his scrotum. It was loose and wrinkled. His testicles also felt loose in his sac, moving around as I fingered them. His scrotum wasn’t very hairy.
It didn’t take long for him to recover and for his penis to harden again. I felt it twitch inside me a few times, then he started to move again.
“Lift yourself on your hands,” I said, “I want to look at you.”
He put his hands on the bed and lifted his upper torso, staring down into my face as he continued thrusting. I reached up and felt his hairless chest, then rubbed his nipples. They were small and felt very hard.
“Is it alright?” he asked, breathlessly.
“It’s lovely,” I replied, and it was. There wasn’t that feeling of being full of a man, but he was touching all the right places inside. That, combined with the fit, muscular young body moulded to mine, made me feel really good.
I shifted myself and wrapped my legs around his waist, my ankles interlocked, my heels resting on the small of his back. That tilted and shortened my vagina. His penis was now sliding underneath my cervix and sending little jolts of pleasure through my groin.
I gripped his forearms tightly as I moved in synchronisation with his thrusts, pushing up against him. I was holding my breath, trying to keep the pleasurable feelings at a peak, then letting it out in loud grunts, when I felt myself starting to lose control.
“Oh, God, fuck me, Douglas,” I shouted, digging my nails into his arms.
He responded by thrusting harder and faster until my body was bouncing around under him.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes,” I cried out with each thrust, followed by a long, “Oh, gawd.”
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh,” Douglas grunted as he drove his cock into me.
I could feel stuff leaking out of me and down my crack, probably his semen from his earlier climax, combined with my lubrication.
We were now rutting like rabbits, fucking each other in total lust, when suddenly he gave a huge thrust and kept still, his cock at the back of my vagina. I felt his cockhead expand and jerk as he ejaculated, and my vagina become warmer as his semen squirted into it. It was enough to trigger my climax.
I closed my eyes and held my breath as my muscles clenched and my body stiffened, and a wave of pleasure spread through me, making my skin tingle all over. I struggled to hold onto the feeling, but slowly it receded to be replaced by a sense of deep relief.
I uttered a deep sigh as my body relaxed and my butt dropped down onto the bed. Douglas sank down on top of me. I didn’t know if he’d ejaculated again, but I doubted he had so soon after his first climax. He wouldn’t be able to manage several ejaculations.
We lay together for several minutes, breathing hard, before everything slowly started to return to normal. I smiled at him, reaching up and stroking his cheek.
“Congratulations, lover boy, how does it feel to be a man?”
“Oh God, I feel fantastic. It’s the most incredible feeling in the world.”
“You did well. You’re a good lover.”
“Oh, no. It’s all you. You’ve made me feel things I never knew existed. Did you enjoy it?”
I smiled at him. He had so much still to learn.
“Oh, yes, I enjoyed it very much. I had an orgasm.”
“Oh, God, really? I’m so pleased. I thought that didn’t happen often.”
“It doesn’t for lots of women, but you made me orgasm.”
“That makes me feel really good. I hope someday you’ll give me another chance to repeat it.”
“Oh, you’re not getting off so lightly today. We’ve only just started, and my children are out all afternoon, which means we can spend the day in bed. By the time we’re finished, you’ll be exhausted but very, very happy.”
He leaned down and kissed me. I unlocked my ankles and put my feet down on the bed.
“You looked really sexy while we were making love,” he said. “Your tits were bouncing around.”
“You like my tits, don’t you?”
“I love them. I think they are the sexiest tits I’ve ever seen.”
I smiled at him.
“Let’s go and get something to eat, then we can come back and carry on.”
I put my hands under his pelvis and pushed him off. His cock popped out of my vagina, dripping with semen, as he lay down next to me.
“Look at my vagina, Douglas, and tell me what it looks like.”
He got on his knees and shuffled between my legs, pushing my knees apart.
“It’s gaping open and I can see a pool of white cum deep inside. There’s also stuff running down and dribbling on the bed. Your pubic hair is matted and covered with bits of cum. Your pussy lips are hanging out. They are ragged and purple.”
“You did that. Your cock opened up my vagina and dragged my pussy lips out like that. That’s your cum inside me, cum from your balls and ejaculated from your cock. Fertile cum, full of spermatozoa searching for an egg to impregnate.”
I wanted him to feel like an alpha male, to gain confidence.
“Oh, shit. Should I have used a condom?”
“No, it’s alright. I’m on birth control.”
He reached forward and put a finger into my opening, feeling around.
“It’s so slippery,” he said.
“Put your finger in your mouth. Taste your cum.”
He did as I said.
“It’s not bad. A little bitter. It’s very slimy, though.”
“It changes taste with what you eat and, speaking of eating, shall we go downstairs and get something now?”
I rolled off the bed, and so did he. I went into the bathroom, returning with two gowns, mine and my husband’s. We put them on and went down to the kitchen.
I made some sandwiches, together with some coffee. As we ate, I looked at him and thought how he would change over the coming months. He was a really good-looking boy, with a great body and a nice character. His masculinity would develop along with his confidence and experience with women. I had no doubt that he would be a stunning success with women. I felt quite proud that I’d been his first.
We finished our snack, and I took him by one of his large hands and led him upstairs again. When we got there, I took off his gown. The inside was sticky with dried semen where it had rubbed against his nether regions, particularly his penis. I would have to wash it before my husband used it again.
I put my hand under his testicles, cradling them in my palm. They felt quite cool. As I did this, I watched his penis start to grow and rise. ‘Ah, the joy of youth,’ I thought, ‘so quick to recover.’
I knelt down in front of him and took his thickening member into my mouth, grasping his shaft and pulling back his foreskin so that I could run my tongue around his corona. I could taste the remains of his semen. It was not unpleasant.
I ran my tongue over his glans, then gently probed his slit. His shaft was now rigid and hard. I gripped tighter, moving his skin up and down and feeling his shaft twitch and his urethra bulging out as I stroked him.
I closed my lips around his glans and slid it back and forth so that his corona brushed against them. My tongue tickled his frenulum, making his cockhead jerk. A stream of precum flowed out of his slit and onto my tongue, before slithering down my throat. He started making small thrusting movements.
“Oh, God,” he whispered, “that feels incredible.”
I sucked more of his penis into my mouth so that my lips were now around his urethral bulge below his frenulum. I could feel it pulse with his heartbeat and twitch with excitement.
My tongue swirled around everywhere it could, licking and tickling. I lifted his testicles and juggled them inside his scrotum, wondering whether they had replenished their reservoir of sperm. I would find out soon.
His precum was now streaming out of his slit onto my tongue, making me swallow frequently. Each time I did, I sucked in my cheeks which further stimulated the warm flesh inside my mouth.
Douglas was now breathing heavily and grunting. His thrusts had become longer and were more urgent. His testicles seemed to harden and started to shift inside his scrotum, rising upwards towards his shaft, when suddenly I felt his penis grow and his urethra stiffen as a wad of semen surged up his shaft and jetted into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.
I gulped quickly, swallowing the thick, slimy fluid, which seemed to burn my throat as it went down. Almost immediately, he ejaculated again, and another flood of semen sprayed into my mouth, this time filling the parts around the base of my tongue. I swallowed some of this too, but a good amount remained in my mouth and was joined by another flow from his third ejaculation, filling my mouth and oozing out of my lips.
I swallowed again, thinking that this boy was a veritable sperm factory. He produced a lot of semen, and it was thick. I swirled around what remained in my mouth. It tasted musky and bitter, but wasn’t unpleasant, although it did seem to burn the back of my throat.
His testicles had descended again and were now resting at the bottom of his scrotum. I gave them a final fiddle, then slid his penis out of my mouth. He was still erect and dripping all over my bedroom carpet. I would have to clean that up before my husband came home.
I stood up and kissed him, opening my mouth so he could taste his semen. His tongue tangled with mine, and we kissed for some time before pulling apart. He looked at me like a puppy looks at its owner.
“Oh, thank you, Mrs Williams. Thank you so much. I’ve read about that and seen it in magazines, but I never thought that I would find someone who would do it to me.”
I smiled at him.
“You’re going to have lots of girls wanting to do that, but now it’s my turn.”
I took off my gown and got onto the bed, lying on my back with my knees up and my legs apart. He got on and knelt between my knees.
“I don’t know what to do,” he said.
“Just like I did,” I replied. “Lick, suck, stroke, but first let me show you what and where.”
I sat up and gave him a short lesson, identifying the outer lips, inner lips, clitoral shaft, clitoris itself, vaginal entrance. I made him insert two fingers into my vaginal entrance and feel the top wall, which is rich in nerves, then run his fingers around the entrance generally.
I drew my knees into my chest and told him to feel deeper until he could find my cervix. I held his fingers and rubbed them over the top of my clitoris, then had him roll the shaft between his thumb and forefinger, drawing it back so that he could see the little nub.
“Now, get down there and use your mouth,” I said. “Start by licking up between my labia, the lips that protect my vagina. Lick them. Suck them between your lips, tickling them with your tongue. Lick upwards until you get to the top, which is where my clitoris is. Lick around it, then over it. Hold it gently between your lips. Suck the nub out of its folds.”
He did as I said and, God, he was good at it. He nibbled me, sucked me, licked me, teased me. He stuck his tongue in my hole and licked around, making me whimper. He sucked my labia for ages, his tongue playing with them. They opened up like a flower blooming, revealing the pink flesh hiding underneath and turning my vaginal entrance into a wide-open hole.
My juices flowed out of me and down my crack to pool on the bedclothes. Everything was slippery and wet.
He spent for ever kicking and sucking my clitoris until it stuck out from my body like a miniature penis, hard and engorged, tenting my labia. He stuck his fingers inside my vagina as he sucked, their tips tickling me and making everything itch.
I held his head and cried tears of joy, my body thrashing around under his ministrations. This boy was a natural.
My legs started shaking, and my toes curled. All my muscles tensed, and a feeling of incredible power surged through me until suddenly it was gone.
I felt myself relax and put my legs down flat on the bed.
Douglas lifted his head.
“Was that alright?”
“Yes, Douglas, it was. But we have to stop now. My children will be home soon, and I need to clean up the house before then.”
Both of us got out of bed. I opened the windows and stripped the bed, put the sheets and my husband’s gown into the wash basket, then fetched clean sheets. Douglas stood there, naked, and watched. He still had an erection. I gave it a quick stroke as I passed.
“You’ll have to keep that for the next time.”
His face lit up.
“You mean we can do this again?”
“Yes, but at your place. You’ll need to give me your address.”
“It’s not as nice as your house. It’s just a studio apartment.”
“Does it have a bed?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Well, then, it’ll be fine. Now come on downstairs.”
We went downstairs and recovered our clothes and got dressed. I put the dirty crockery in the dishwasher, then checked around to see if I’d missed anything.
Douglas made sure he had everything and went to the front door.
“Shall I let myself out?”
“Wait. I’m coming.”
I went to the hall and kissed him, then ran my fingers through his hair.
“I hope you enjoyed your first time,” I said, “because I certainly did. You’re a talented lover and will find no difficulty in getting girls. You’re going to break quite a few hearts.”
“Thank you, Mrs Williams. I’m so lucky to have found you.”
He handed me a card with his home address handwritten on the back, together with a phone number.
I opened the door and watched him go to his van, get in and drive off, then went back upstairs to make the bed, get out a new gown for my husband, put the washing in the machine, and clean the carpet, drying it with my hairdryer.
All the time I was working, I could feel his semen oozing out of me and into my panties. I wasn’t going to change those.
************
I visited Douglas in his studio the following week on his day off work. It was a small apartment, but it had everything one needed, and he kept it very tidy. It also had a double bed, which was most fortuitous as we spent 6 hours in it, using a number of different positions.
Once he had had his first orgasm and recovered (which took all of 15 minutes), he was able to continue for hours. He really had amazing stamina. He also produced a large volume of semen, quite out of proportion to the size of his genitals.
By the time I left, I was tired and satisfied. He wasn’t the best lover in the world, but he was enthusiastic and paid attention to my requests and instructions. While he was inexperienced and not as large as I prefer, he had very quickly learned what to do, and he did it well. He would one day be very good.
We had another meeting at his apartment the following week, but it was not as satisfying for me. The initial excitement of a new penis had worn off, and I missed being stretched and filled by a thick penis. I think, too, that I was concerned that he was getting too dependent.
He was upset that he would not see me again, but accepted it with tears in his eyes, kissing me goodbye. He thanked me for introducing him to sex and making him a man.
