I was doing exactly what he told me to do, I thought. Apparently not, because he made me decrease my grip, telling me I was squeezing to hard. How was I supposed to know? I'd never seen a man's penis, let alone touched one. It was weird in my hand, warm and soft, but also ridged, a strange combination. It was too wide to wrap my entire hand around it, so my fingers would touch my thumb, but long enough to easily put both hands end to end on its length and still have a few inches not touched.
The skin moved with my hands as I stroked up and down like he told me too. That was weird as well. I mean, it moved a good two or three inches without sliding my hand at all. This was when he told me I was squeezing too tight so I lessened my grip, but still moved the skin up and down on the firmness beneath.
When he moaned I figured I was doing okay.
He was lying on his back, naked. I was kneeling between his legs also naked, holding his penis pretty much vertical and sliding the skin up and down like he wanted. His strange egg shaped testicles just laid there as I worked both hands on his long member. I had no idea if he was average sized, small or large. Like I said this was my first experience with a penis. I looked up from my hands to his face, to see if I was doing what he wanted. He had his eyes closed, with his hands behind his head. He looked pleased so I kept going, trying to do exactly the same motion each time. I didn't want to make him mad.
My eyes went back to my hands and I noticed the skin on his testicles was getting tighter, pulling the eggs together and up toward his penis. I thought it looked better when the skin was tighter. Watching them rise, with my hands stroking his penis, I experienced a strange arousal. I felt a twinge between my legs and my nipples hardened like when I'm cold. This made me hesitate, and I lost the rhythm on his penis. I looked up, nervous, at his face. His eyes were open and he looked at me, but didn't say anything since I had begun stroking again. His eyes went down my body and he must have seen my nipples erect.
"Mmm, I see someone's a little turned on. Good, I was hoping for that," he said, smiling.
He closed his eyes without another word and I breathed a sigh of relief. Looking back at my work, I noticed a shiny clear liquid was oozing from the hole on the top of his penis. It was about to drip down the V in his head. I wondered if I was making it ooze out from my stroking. I watched it make its way down his head to meet the shaft and finally my fingers as I stroked. I was maintaining the same speed and pressure, trying not to vary anything. As long as he was quiet, I figured I was doing okay.
By the time the liquid hit my hands his testicles were really tight, making a large mound under his shaft with the skin wrinkled tight around the eggs. His breathing seemed to increase and I noticed the muscles in his legs and butt had tightened. He actually lifted a bit up toward me from clenching.
"Faster, stroke faster," he suddenly said, making me jump from fright and lose my rhythm again.
I frantically caught up, stroking faster on his ridged rod. It seemed bigger in my hands and the oozing head had turned a deeper red, almost purple. There was a continuous stream of the clear liquid running from his hole down over my hands to his testicles now. I looked quickly over at the clock on the nightstand to see I'd been stroking him for thirty minutes already. His body became rigid, he started to moan and get louder like he was in pain or something. He didn't tell me to stop so I kept going, moving my hands faster and faster up and down his penis.
My nipples had stayed hard and I felt a slippery wetness between my legs. There was a strange sensation down there as well and when I clenched my muscles it felt good, making me want to touch myself. But I knew I better not take even one hand off him.
His moaning became louder still, until suddenly, to my shock and amazement, a burst of white liquid shot out of the slit, high into the air. It splattered all over his stomach, down to my hands and his legs, just as another long spurt, even longer than the first, flew in the air. I was so taken back I stopped stroking him, wanting to let him go and get out of the way.
"Stroke! Don't stop!" he yelled
I fumbled with his penis, which was now covered in the thick white liquid, trying to stroke it again. My heart was racing in my chest and I was terrified from his scream. It was impossible to stroke like I had been, because the liquid was too slippery, so I just moved my hand up and down using the juice instead. He moaned as more of the stuff continued to spurt out, all over him, me and the bed. I didn't know where it was coming from but it just kept gushing as I slid my hands, in the warm goo, up and down his spurting fountain.
I was afraid to stop, his reaction was scaring me. He was shaking and rocking on the bed and when my hands slid too high and touched his head he would buck and curse even more, but it was difficult not too. Even after his penis stopped erupting I didn't stop. He squirmed and moaned until he finally moved his hands, to mine, stopping me. I let go, his penis falling with a smack onto his stomach into a big puddle of the white liquid. My heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn't tell if he was pleased or very mad. The look on his face and the grunts he was making during his explosions were odd, and I didn't know if it was pleasure or anger. I knelt there, waiting for some word or sign from him. My hands were covered in his juices, and I didn't dare move. The stuff was everywhere, mostly on him. While I waited I noticed his penis was shrinking and his testicles had dropped again.
He finally opened his eyes to look up at me, saying, "That was almost perfect, if it wasn't for the brief time you stopped, during my orgasm, it would have been. You'll have to remember that for next time. But overall you did an excellent job, especially for your first time. I'm very pleased with you."
I smiled down at him, trying to remember what he said. I couldn't stop next time that was for sure. I was glad he was pleased, I really didn't know what to expect and he must have sensed that because of what he said next.
"You seem surprised I'm pleased. Why?" he asked.
"The way you were acting, and moving I couldn't tell if you were in pain or if it felt good."
"I see. I'm sorry about that. Trust me it felt very good."
"Oh good, I'm very happy you liked it," I said.
"Do you have any questions," he asked.
"I don't think so. I think I got the hang of it and I'll remember not to stop next time."
"Excellent, now it's time for your second lesson. Mandy, she's all yours," he said to the woman sitting in the chair next to the bed that had been watching the whole time.
The man cleaned himself off with a towel and changed places with the woman, Mandy. She was naked and I compared her form to mine. She had smaller breasts than I did, and she had taken a razor to her hair between her legs, shaving it off completely. She had long brown hair and brown eyes, totally different than me. She was fit, like the man was and probably about the same age.
Before she climbed on the bed she opened the nightstand and took out what looked like the man's penis from the cupboard. I gasped in shock, seeing it not attached to a man. They both laughed at me.
"It's fake, an adult toy. You're going to need it for your next lesson," Mandy said.
She climbed on the bed and laid down in the same position the man was in, handing the fake penis to me. It was cold rubber and smaller than the real thing. On the base where the testicles should have been was a red nob. I looked up from the toy at her with a question on my face.
Turn the nob," she said.
I followed directions and the fake penis sprung to life, vibrating in my hand. The more I turned the nob the faster the vibrations went.
"Turn it off, you won't need it for a while," Mandy said.
Turning it off, I set it down on the bed, ready for her instructions. I listened to her tell me what she wanted. It was completely different than the man. He was only interested in me stroking his penis, never telling me to touch anything else. The woman was different. She told me how to touch her everywhere. Starting with her feet and working up her legs, I massaged her muscles and rubbed her toes. Moving on I was surprised when she made me skip her vagina and caress her stomach and shoulders, then her upper chest and breasts. I felt my own nipples go taunt again when I twisted hers. She reacted to my hands, moaning and moving her legs from just my twisting of her nipples. She had me spend more time on her breasts then the rest of her body, teaching me how to pinch, twist and then gently brush the rigid nipple with my palm, only to cup her entire breast in my hand and push up.
Movement from the man caught my eye. I turned my head to look and he was stroking his penis himself and it was hard again. It was a mistake to look because I stopped caressing the woman and she noticed.
"Don't look at him! It's my turn now," she said grabbing my face and turning my head back.
The grip on my face hurt, it was my first experience with pain, and I didn't like it. Wetness appeared in my eyes and dropped down onto her body. I didn't know why, and it scared me. She must have noticed because she immediately apologized and comforted me until the liquid stopped.
"I'm so sorry I made you cry, but you need to keep your attention on me now," she said.
"I understand, my attention on you," I repeated, placing my hands back on her breasts.
