Erotic Instructions

Disclaimer: I have made this all up and do not in any way condone any of these activities in real life. This is fantasy only.

Erotic Instructions

by longago

Part 1


I was in my early teens when I lost my virginity. Whether it has scarred my entire life I leave to you to decide.

My family—father, mother, one older brother and one younger, no sisters—were living on an Army base in the New England section of the country. We\'d been there for a little over two years when it happened on a warm spring night that seemed as green and innocent as any I\'d experienced up until that point.

We lived on the Army base housing. My father was an officer so we had a single family house. The man who seduced me was in the enlisted ranks. He lived across the street in a multi-family building. His apartment was one of the end units and it so happened that his living room and, more importantly, his bedroom window looked out onto a small children\'s playground.

I was sitting on the wood frame of the playground\'s sandbox. It was a couple of hours until dinner would be ready, and I was alone. That was my usual state, being a loner even at that early age.

So there I was sitting on the sandbox\'s edge, running my fingers through well-trod coarse sand. I don\'t know what caught my attention—perhaps a quick movement I caught out of the corner of my eye. But one minute I was looking at the ground and the next I was looking at the naked man in the window.

Oh yes, he was already naked. Arthur (as he soon introduced himself to me) was standing in his bedroom window naked as the day he was born, though I do not suppose he had the rather thick matting of hair covering his chest and belly that I saw when I looked up.

Really, it was the first thing I noticed. I suppose I even thought it to myself: \"He\'s so hairy.\"

I stared for a moment, and he just stood there, the window framing his muscular torso and thighs. His face I could not see.

To this day, I cannot explain why I stood up and started walking toward the apartment. I do recall thinking quickly, just before I stood up, \"I should run home and get some binoculars.\" When I reached the apartment building, he leaned down and smiled. I still remember being surprised that he did not have a beard, though of course beards were not common at all in the Army. He appeared to be in his forties—his face clean-shaven, tanned lightly, dark hair clipped short and just going gray at the temples.

He said to me in a voice low enough that I had to lean forward to hear him, \"Come inside if you\'d like a closer look.\"

I suppose I should have taken off at a fast clip, but of course I did not. Instead, I hesitated, looking down at the ground again and trying to concentrate on how I would turn to the right and run off home. Except that instead of blades of grass, I was seeing in my mind\'s eye the hair curling around his erect cock.

I had never seen one before. Oh, I knew about erections in a theoretical way though in the event it turned out my theory was wrong. The damned thing was pointing up. I had always assumed it would point down.

In the end, of course I did not turn right toward home. I turned left and went round back. He must have moved quickly because there he was, opening the door for me and ushering me inside and then up the stairs to the bedroom.

He had put on a bathrobe, knotting it loosely around his waist. When we went into the bedroom, he motioned toward the bed. \"Sit down. Be comfortable.\"

I perched on the edge of the large bed. The green chenille bedspread was soft beneath my thighs. I believe I wriggled a bit, enjoying the sensation, but I was feeling a rather peculiar sensation between my thighs by that time.

\"Arthur,\" he said softly. \"My name is Arthur.\" Of course it wasn\'t, as I later found out. He was not a completely stupid man after all. Almost completely but not quite.

I did not say anything back. I suppose I should have said my name to complete the introductions, but I didn\'t. Arthur didn\'t seem to mind. He smiled again and then, standing a few feet from me, in the middle of the bedroom, he asked, \"Do you want to look at me?\"

I nodded, licking my dry lips as I did so.

At first he did not take off his robe. Instead, he slipped his hand between the robe\'s folds and started stroking himself. He let the flannel slip apart and then off his shoulders to the ground. Oh, his cock was long and thick and purple, a dusky rosy purple that I had never seen before. And it stuck straight up and out, aggressively pointing at me. There was a little drop of something white at its tip.

\"I can make it spurt. Do you want to see?\"

My squirm on the bed was my answer. I could not have taken my eyes off Arthur and his erection if I\'d heard someone calling me home.

Arthur didn\'t handle his cock again at first. \"I did promise you a good look, didn\'t I?\" he murmured and then ran his hands beneath his heavy balls and cupped them, raising them for my inspection. They were hairy. I could see the pink skin beneath but they were covered in thick, curling dark hair. I remember having a stray thought about whether the hair would be scratchy or soft, but then he was moving his hand up his shaft and I forgot all about his balls for a while.

He was quite rough with himself. He kept his eyes on me the entire time and pumped his cock in his hand fast and hard, his thumb curling around the round purple head every now then to give it a stroke. His face grew almost as flushed as his cock. As for myself, that strange sensation between my legs was growing. I could feel myself getting wet and knew my panties would be soaked when I stood up, but I didn\'t care. I just wanted to watch this strange thing happening in front of me.

When he climaxed, I understood what he\'d meant when he asked me if I wanted to see him spurt. Because it did. One minute he was standing before me, squeezing and rubbing his cock, his breathing growing ragged and loud. I felt my heart beating fast. And then he was sinking to his knees, his eyes closing at last, as he came in great white spurts.

I could smell it almost immediately. Oh, I\'d smelled him—a mixture of clean sweat and something I\'d not smelled before—but now that something new was the strongest note. It was pungent and new and reminded me of mushrooms.

It was all over his hands and running back onto his cock, but a goodly part had landed on the floor in a series of large drops. I think I would have given the substance more of my attention, but I was still caught by his penis. It was shrinking in his hands, going quiescent and soft, resting against his solid balls.

He stayed quiet for another minute as I sat still on the bed, my virgin pussy wet and pulsing in time with something, perhaps my heart beat or the sound of his breathing. He stayed so quiet for so long, his hands resting on his thighs as he squatted on the floor, his neck bowed, that I thought perhaps he meant for me to go. After all, he had done what I\'d said I wanted, which was to see him.

I started to get off the bed, and he raised his head. His face was still flushed from his activity and he spoke softly (he always spoke softly) to me. \"Do you want to see it get big again?\"


TBC