Michael Alan - From Virgin to He-Whore - The Butterfly Effect

Amidst a chorus of gasps, whistles and cheers, I spread Sandy’s legs and took a quick look around and smiled at my audience and then nose-dived into another delicious muff sandwich.

This was meant to be more of a ‘performance’ meal, but Sandy did enjoy it.

After enjoying my second sexy serving, Toni came over to me as I regained my composure and proudly watched my luncheon buddy and her pulsing cunt relax before my eyes, following my oral stimulation.

What a buzz! Two muff meals! I was beside myself with erotic energy. I was so highly aroused, as every woman could plainly see from my engorged manhood.

Toni knelt beside me and giggled as she asked “Are you still hungry?”

I laughed and despite still feeling as though I could have gone on to devour every lunchbox there, I indicated I knew the fun had finished.

However, there was still an excited erotic chatter in the air as we all resumed our seats and talked openly. I had been totally absorbed into this group of women and their discussions were never appended, in any way, by my presence. I was asked what I found appealing about cunnilingus. It was a question I found hard to answer. There also seemed to be an attitude amongst each of them that they felt cunts were ugly. It was a major reason, it seemed, why most had retained their hairy pubic bush despite the pervasive emerging fashion for pubic depilation. I believe it was their subconscious way of hiding, what they deemed an unattractive part of their body.

I tried my best in my limited immature vocabulary to explain what I found appealing. In all honesty, I could appreciate their view that a cunt wasn’t aesthetically appealing. Some cunts had an unpleasant taste and aroma, but that still didn’t diminish my curiosity about them. I had to admit to these women that my background and experiences were very different from most men, so I probably wasn’t the best person to answer their question. I had an intense and I assumed, abnormal interest, triggered by this background. Also, I didn’t disclose to them my abuse as a child, as at this stage of my life I still didn’t know how to process these feelings inside me.

As part of my education in Females 101, they openly chatted and laughed amongst themselves about their sensations during sex, their fantasies, lusts and unrequited desires with their husbands or boyfriends. I sat absolutely riveted by their openness. I had never heard this stuff before from a woman. They had become so involved in their shared admissions that all attention had been diverted away from my still fully aroused cock. This also intrigued and educated me about females.

On this delectable day the tennis eventually resumed as if nothing unusual had happened amongst the women who had been, giggling, drinking, perving and gossiping around me.

As the tennis continued, the eroticism diffused. I played another game of tennis before the end of the day, but my erection would momentarily flag then reappear as my mind reviewed all I had done and witnessed that day. The sight of me trying to play a serious game of tennis with my ‘extra leg’ swinging around in front of me and slapping loudly on my tummy and thighs, caused much hilarity.

I was still finding it hard to believe that women would enjoy this… but I was learning!

That intense concentration of female hormonal energy that occurred on this delightful autumn day never built to such a level again that year. However, there were the occasional times that more intimate touching occurred between myself and one or two of my tennis buddies. This usually happened as we were showering together. Any other women in the bathroom at the time might either feign disinterest, while most usually smiled as they watched and showered.

At our school term break-up parties it was always arranged that I’d be required to include an eye-popping orgasm, incorporated in some way in the fun. I never ceased to be amazed at the enchantment these women had at watching me ejaculate. I was affectionately assured after numerous fun ‘performances’, by my much more experienced female buddies, that my propelling ‘power plays’ were extremely remarkable and rare for a male, from the men they’d known.

As the youngest person and only male amongst this group, I guessed my virility was something that revived memories of their younger days of dating.

They could obviously tell from my bewildered reactions to their cheers, claps and whistles, that I didn’t fully appreciate the entertainment value of this ejaculatory capability. From their enthused and open feedback, I was encouraged to be proud of how this amazing capacity, in the right circumstances, could please women. Their caring and considered feedback gave me some early awareness of how this innate gift increased arousal levels in an enthused and appreciative female audience – an ability that proved to be a real bonus in a later career.

In these days before effective birth control there was never a serious thought from these women that any of them would fuck me. It was always just simple innocent fun and shared sensuality between these very liberated ladies and myself. However, it was only later in life I realized the health risks I was taking by being so ‘liberal’ in my cunnilingus ‘classes’. I was naive, not only about women, but also about the possibilities of sexual disease. I did know that it was possible to ‘catch nasties’ by intercourse, but never realized that oral sex carried as much risk. Thankfully, I was lucky!

Toni and the others taught me more about how to communicate with women than any other subject in the syllabus for Females 101. Up till this time, I viewed women as highly attractive beings who seemed to be from another planet, but with whom I had nothing other than sex in common. The times Toni would play with my cock while we chatted opened me up to how easy it was to talk to a woman and to naturally enjoy the conversation. I often became unaware of her attention to my cock as my mind focused more on her and our chatting.

However, Toni and these lovely ladies had taken a boy and fashioned him into a young man who now had an emerging understanding of female fantasies and desires.

The cub was becoming a tiger and there was no going back.

I completed my university degree at the end of that year and began my teaching career the following year, so my visits to the Thursday ladies tennis club sadly ended.

My tennis skills hadn’t improved much during the year, but my ignorance of female sexuality had diminished.

As a young man I enjoyed many social experiences with the opposite sex at various nudist venues and now another female was to shape the path of my life from that point onwards.

I was attending an annual nudist convention, along with some members from Woodlands, including Toni and Bob. These conventions were held in the Christmas / New Year period each year. This particular year the convention was held at a club called Heritage which is located in the Georges’ River canyon near Campbelltown, west of Sydney. In those times, the Georges River was a pristine waterway with beautiful sandy stretches of beach intertwined with rocky outcrops along its reaches.

We were greeted by two teenage girls as we entered the club. The girls were asked to write our first names on our chest, so that conventioneers could greet each other through the day. I was labeled by Juliette, a beautiful 18 year-old lass. Our eyes spoke spades as we stood face to face while she wrote on my chest with her perfectly shaped boobs just inches from me. Her 14 year-old younger sister, whose name I was to one day learn was Michelle, was assisting her with the names. I didn’t notice Michelle at the time as my attention was transfixed on Juliette. Michelle, (Shelly) was eventually to become the next of my ‘Butterflys’ and totally change my life.