I am a forty-year-old businesswoman, and I divorced a few years ago. I was much happier being single, but I’d always longed to have a child of my own. However, I wasn’t willing to remarry just for that purpose.
One day, a few summers back, I visited my sister, who lives in a rural area in another state. She joined a religious community when we were in our early twenties, and she’s lived with them ever since.
Personally, I think they’re crazy. They live as though it were a hundred years ago, following all sorts of strict rules of behavior and dressing like something out of the Bible. But she’s been very happy, truly content with her life, and her friends are all decent people.
On this particular visit, everyone had gone to town on errands one afternoon, so I took advantage of the privacy to do some sunbathing in my string bikini. After I’d been out for a while, I got the feeling someone was watching me. I looked around and saw Kenny standing by a tree and staring at me. Kenny’s eighteen, a sweet young boy who’d grown up among these people. He’d never been exposed to the kind of lifestyle most of us take for granted. When he saw that I’d spotted him, he blushed and stammered an apology, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from my body.
I knew I was making him very uncomfortable, so I got up, waved to him, and headed into the house. I was surprised to see that he followed me in. I noticed immediately that he had an erection, which he tried to hide, and out of the corner of my eye I could see that he kept staring at my tits. Finally, just to see how he would handle himself, I pointed to his erection and said, “Oh, my, what have you got in there?”
He tried to answer, but he couldn’t seem to get any words out, and he turned even redder. By now, I was starting to get a little excited by the situation myself. I decided it was time for him to receive a few lessons in how the rest of the world lives. Before he could stop me, I reached for his pants and pulled them down, revealing an erection not much bigger than my finger.
There was a clear, glistening drop of liquid at the tip of his cock. When I touched it, it was sticky. I asked if he ever masturbated, but he didn’t understand the word. Grabbing a drinking glass from the counter, I led him to the sofa and told him to lie down, that I was going to make him feel good.
Taking his tiny erection in hand, I smeared some hand lotion on it and began to gently massage it. I asked him how it felt and he said it felt very nice. As I continued to rub him, I could feel involuntary twitches, and I could see his balls beginning to swell. He started to tense up.
And then it happened. A couple of dribbles, then his penis started spewing streams of very thick, yellowish come high into the air. I quickly placed the drinking glass over his ejaculating penis, and I was amazed at the sheer force and amount of what came out of him. It reminded me of milking a cow.
I had never seen a male ejaculate so much—his orgasm must have lasted thirty seconds from start to finish. The bottom of the glass was thick with come. I got up to get some tissues, but when I came back to wipe his penis clean, it came back to life, squirting again and again! Unfortunately, it got all over himself!
I quickly ushered him into the shower, and joined him there. His eyes couldn’t have been open any wider. He told me that this was the first time he had ever seen a naked woman. I wasn’t surprised. If it weren’t for me, he wouldn’t have seen bare female flesh until he was married, and even then, I think they’re required to keep the lights off.
I allowed him to feel me all over, and then we cleaned up and dried off, and I took him to my bedroom. His penis was still erect. I asked him if he had ever fucked a girl. I don’t think he’d ever heard the word before, but I could tell he knew what I meant by the look on his face, both eager and scared. I told him that I would allow him to do so if he kept it a secret. He promised he would.
I was pretty excited by what had happened already, so I was wet and ready to go, and had no difficulty inserting his erection inside my vagina. He immediately said, with wonder in his voice, “You’re really hot!” I hugged him closer, and a few seconds later, he ejaculated again.
Afterward, we cleaned up and got dressed. He thanked me profusely and left.
Without any encouragement, as soon as everybody else was gone, he was back again the next day, wanting more of the same. We had sex eight times before I left.
After I’d gotten home, I discovered my period was late. I waited for a week, then bought a pregnancy kit. The result was positive, and when I took another test just to be sure, the result was the same.
I waited a few months to tell my sister that I was pregnant. When she asked, I told her that the father was a guy I no longer see. My baby has been a real blessing, the child I’ve always wanted.
—T.K., Des Plaines, Illinois