The Birthday Present

I felt excited lying on my back, legs spread, as young Mark clumsily mounted me, knowing that in a few short moments I would be ushering a boy into manhood.

How exciting.

A few days shy of his nineteenth birthday, I decided to give Mark, whom I'd met about six months prior, an early birthday present by taking his virginity. When I proposed it, he thought I was joking, but when he saw that I was serious, he accepted enthusiastically.

Despite his being eighteen and of legal age, it would be the first time we had any intimacy beyond hugging, as I didn't want to get involved with anyone still in High School.

So with his recent graduation, his acceptance into college in the fall, and his nineteenth birthday so near, I thought that this would be a wonderful way for young Mark to shed his boyhood and enter into manhood properly between my legs as I take his seed into my body.

My husband, who knew and approved, was on a weekend fishing trip when a nervous Mark arrived at my home on a Saturday afternoon. His palms were sweaty, and his face flushed in nervous excitement. He needed some time to relax and calm down.

We sat in the living room for about thirty minutes talking about his future career hopes over Cokes. When I saw that he was finally relaxed, I smiled and asked, "Are you ready?"

He nodded shyly as I stood up, took hold of his hand, and led him upstairs to the guest bedroom. It was dark when I closed the door, as I'd made sure earlier that the thick curtains were already drawn, hoping the darkness would help ease things along.

This being his first time, I told him that I wanted him to just relax and not worry about performance. I said that I wanted him to mount me, stick it in, pump hard, and make his release inside of me. He could be as quick as he wanted to.

Of course, I made him promise not to leave afterwards so he could give me a more relaxed second and even third round of sex.

He agreed.

I kicked off my flip flops, slipped off my sundress and panties, and got into bed. Even in the semi-dark, Mark was able to get his first look at my nude body, his first live woman, actually. His eyes fell first on my breasts and then on my very hairy pubic bush, something that most women shave, but not me.

Mark was embarrassed at first, but after taking a deep breath, he too undressed, and as he did, I caught a glimpse of his magnificent, muscular football player body and his cock. Though it wasn't fully erect yet, it was getting there.

He climbed into bed with me, and I immediately maneuvered Mark until he was mounted on top of me. His virgin penis dangled near my entrance with anticipation. I could see that he had absolutely no clue what to do next.

I needed to help him.

"Hold still," I told him gently.

I reached down, took his cock, which was now fully erect and quite a bit thicker than I expected, and planted the large mushroom head into my entrance. I was very wet, so the head went in easily.

He was definitely a 'grower, not a shower,' as this wasn't what I was expecting when I saw his manhood just a few moments ago. He went from fairly normal sized to freaking huge in seconds.

And no, bigger isn't always better for this old gal.

It'd been a while since I'd been stretched open by such a thick cock. Most men I'd been with during my open marriage were fairly average. A few were quite large, but they knew how to make entry without causing too much pain (the key is foreplay).

I wasn't particularly looking forward to the initial pain I was about to experience since there would be no foreplay. But I was dripping wet, being very stimulated and hoped that would suffice.

I didn't let on that I was worried. I casually told him, "Push in slowly, then go as deep as you can, and hold it there until I tell you to move,"

He nodded and began entering me. But in his excitement, he went in too quickly, causing me more pain than I'd anticipated.

I grimaced, closing my eyes tightly as I took a gulp of air and let out a muffled sound of pain.

Mark, mistaking the sounds of pain for pleasure, was encouraged to push in even faster, and for a brief moment, the pain was blinding. I almost told him to stop and pull out.

I can't blame him for mistaking my pain face and noise for pleasure. Porn usually portrays first entry by a big cock as a pleasurable act beyond anything imaginable. In Mark's mind, he was doing exactly what porn had taught him: 'Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!' (translation: push in fast and deep, and any noises she makes mean she's enjoying it).

Not wanting to ruin his first experience, I didn't let on. But the next time we had sex I would make sure to correct his misconception and teach him how to enter a woman properly.

Once he was inside of me all the way, I had to remind him not to move for a few moments, "Otherwise," I told him, "you'll pop too early." I also needed time to adjust to his thickness.

As the pain subsided, allowing me to relax and enjoy the moment, I took a good look at Mark's face up close.

'My God he's so handsome,' I thought.

I couldn't help myself and brought his face close to mine and kissed him, his first real full-on lip-on-lip kiss, as it turned out. He truly was a virgin in all things sexual.

As I lay there reveling in the moment of having a handsome young man, with a solid, muscular body on top of my own, I felt his cock twitching and realized that he was so turned on that he was in danger of having a spontaneous ejaculation despite not thrusting.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and said, "You can start thrusting now. Don't stop until you come."

He nodded, then taking a deep breath, Mark started pumping.

"Slowly," I whispered.

He was gentle at first, but once he realized how easily his cock was sliding in and out of me due to my wetness, he started giving me a good old-fashioned pounding.

Despite the pain from a few moments earlier, his thickness felt surprisingly good, as it was rubbing just the right spot.

I couldn't help but moan.

He lasted about two minutes before Mark said that he was close to coming. I was impressed that he'd lasted that long.

He hesitated for a moment, and I thought he was going to pull out and come on my pussy. I told him, "Come in me! Come in me!"

A huge part of my sexual enjoyment is being filled with a man's semen. Younger guys tend to release a lot, and I had high hopes that Mark wasn't going to disappoint.

He also had the advantage of being the youngest I've had in my bed, and he was sure to have the most fertile sperm ever deposited inside of me.

Being in my fifties, I wasn't in any danger of becoming pregnant, but I still enjoyed the feeling of a young man's virile sperm flowing inside my old woman's body.

Maybe it was all in my head, but having such fertile sperm churning around inside of me always seemed to give me a boost of energy for a day or two after.

I was brought back to reality when I felt Mark's transformation from boyhood into manhood starting to occur deep inside of me. It began with a grunt, and he pushed in deep instinctively and held it there.

A moment later, I felt his cock pulsating as his warm seed began flowing inside of me.

I was so overwhelmed by the moment that I let out a deep, contented moan.

Mark started thrusting again as he continued releasing spurt after spurt of what seemed like an endless supply of semen.

He finally stopped and tried pulling out, but I stopped him and told him to stay inside of me for a while longer.

I looked up at the newly minted man and kissed him deeply.

............

We had sex three times that afternoon.

By the third time, Mark was relaxed, confident, and trying hard to learn what foreplay was best to pleasure a woman.

When he mounted me for the final time, he lasted about fifteen minutes, giving me a hard, steady pounding the entire time that brought me to a surprise orgasm. I didn't expect one so early in his training.

We were both spent afterwards, and we fell asleep in each other's arms, waking up two hours later. He left quickly when we woke up, as he was expected to be at home for dinner on time.

I had to laugh, for this newly minted man was worried about making his Mama angry.

After that, we met about twice a week until the end of summer when he left for an out-of-state university. But not before one last afternoon romp in my bed.

Several orgasms later and a belly full of his seed, he sadly left my bed to start his new life.

I'm sure his future girlfriends will get some top-notch loving in the future as will his eventual wife during their marriage.

We met again when he returned home during his first summer, and yes, he came over to share my bed a few times.

But by the next summer, he found a steady girlfriend, and that put an end to our sexual relationship. He did email me telling me all about his first time taking his new girlfriend to bed.

To say she was happy is an understatement.

I'm happy that he was able to take his birthday gift and turn it into something that he could use for the rest of his life.

Good luck, Mark. Good luck to you.