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

As swimming and other sporting events concluded we all sat down on the sand for lunch. I was sitting with Toni and Bob when Juliette came over and asked me if I’d like to go for a paddle in the club’s canoe.

Her parents were sitting nearby and seemed happy for the two of us to paddle up river, out of sight, naked together. With Toni’s encouragement, I shyly agreed. “Enjoy yourself,” Toni winked as we headed off. I was still a very unsophisticated young man, with limited experience with the opposite sex my age.

The canoe was comfortable enough for two people, and Juliette sat facing me at the bow, while I paddled at the stern. The only comfortable way to sit in the craft was with legs crossed open and our genitals totally exposed to each other’s curious gaze. I tried to feign nonchalance to Juliette’s fascinating and fully shaved pussy. However, her intoxicating beauty, the isolation of our pristine surroundings and the sun shining down on us, warmed every inch of our anatomy. As I paddled, I could feel myself ‘stirring’ and attempted to shuffle to relieve any embarrassment. Unfortunately, it was to no avail, as my cock began its inevitable stretch to full extension and proud rise in the warmth of the sun.

I noticed Juliette’s smile broaden with each growing inch in my cock and then detected a shimmering ooze from between her legs as her pussy began its inevitable reaction to this very natural human experience.

We looked at each other with broad grins and without a word Juliette shuffled toward me and then slowly bent forward to take my emerging manhood in her mouth. ‘Struth, do all women like to suck cock?’ I chuckled to myself. I was beginning to think this was the ‘normal’ way women greeted the men they liked. I was also hoping I’d get to return the favour to Juliette’s cunt.

It didn’t take me long to feel my balls begin their tight preparation for ejaculation. I tried to warn Juliette by taking her head in my hands to ease her away and ‘protect’ her from my imminent orgasmic gush. She resisted and took my hands off her head then slid her lips further down my rigid shaft and sucked harder on my engorged cock. At this I passed any hope of saving my embarrassment and pumped every ounce of cum deep into her throat. She gagged a little and came up smiling and frothing at the mouth with a combination of semen and her saliva. She wiped the excess fluids from her mouth, washed her hands over the side of the canoe and then went back down on my still pulsating cock and licked the tender tip clean of my oozing juices.

We both spontaneously let out a nervous laugh and fell into the crystal-clear water and splashed about in glee and then came together in the water for a delicious embrace of our two naked bodies. I can still remember the warmth of her breasts squashed against my chest and my cock tucked neatly between her thighs.

Although there was no penetration this experience was to prove another ‘awakening’ of my sensual spirit and an understanding of the shared joy of sex between a man and woman.

My experiences in dating women continued with Trixie, a Dutch lass whom I met during my years while coaching a women’s soccer team. Trixie was one of the stars in the team.

We dated for many months and would often enjoy some great sex together. It wouldn’t be unusual for us to be out on a drive together and just stop somewhere isolated and lay down a blanket on the grass and fuck each other silly. Trixie’s unrestrained enthusiasm for sex continued my ‘education’ on the intensity of female sexuality and desires.

This was enhanced by the reactions I got from my female students at my first teaching appointment – a co-ed school. I was a popular teacher but more so with my female students, who seemed to show me more attention than was normal for other teachers. Considering at 20 and teaching students up to 18 years of age, I certainly enjoyed their attention, but was very careful not to cross that ‘invisible’ line between student and teacher.

I was sorely tested once, when two of my, very physically mature, 16 year-old female students, knocked on my door at home one weekend and invited me to ‘go down to the creek’ with them. They were both members of my soccer team and had shown a regular interest in me at football training and would hang around chatting with me, while I packed everything away, after all the other girls had gone home. The majority of my team included adult friends and family of the girls from the school.

Also, in the dressing shed while discussing pre-game tactics and team selection at games or getting changed after the match, they were amongst the few young women who would initially get undressed while I was in there. These two were always ‘front and centre’ and in my direct vision while changing and never shy about their nudity. The older women, never showed any concerns for discretion while changing, but the other young girls in the team who were more conservative would wait for me to leave. My disinterest toward the nudity, eventually made the whole team comfortable with my presence in the dressing sheds and as the season progressed, all of them would get changed, albeit some just down to their knickers, while we discussed game tactics.

Also, during training, it wasn’t unusual for me to come in personal contact with the girls while practicing skills and on more than one occasion I would feel some seemingly ‘accidental’ yet very personal contact with my genital area and these two girls were often involved. There were always apologetic giggles but I was certainly aroused by their behaviour.

It was patently obvious by their front door ‘invitation’ that Saturday morning, what was on the minds of these two 16 year-olds. In hindsight, I’m glad my father’s words echoed through my psyche and I ‘reluctantly’ told them I had other plans and couldn’t go. My 20 year-old hormones were racing through me and I was annoyed with myself at the time for passing up such an erotic opportunity. But reason prevailed and by the afternoon after a ‘healthy’ session of shared masturbation with one of my female housemates, my frustrations were eased and I realised how fortunate I was to have made that decision.

Within a few weeks of moving into a house near the school with two female housemates, we became comfortable with our shared nakedness and erotic orgasmic displays.

Although not nudists prior to our cohabitation, they were very liberated females, keen to explore their sexuality, as I was to discover over the two years we shared together. Suzanna was the original lease holder and she had advertised in the local paper for two housemates to share. Bev was the first to answer and the two girls then decided that they’d prefer a male to complement their household.

Suzanna was a teacher at the local primary school and Bev was a research scientist at the nearby agricultural research facility. This was the early 1970’s and we were all children of the sexual revolution. I was younger than both girls by a couple of years, but our sexual maturity was very similar.

Suzanna, was the eldest of five sisters and was a blond, slightly overweight, but still very attractive young woman. She had a turned eye that sometimes would distract you as you talked to her. Bev, was an only child, with dark hair, slim and also very attractive. She had a constant nervous energy that I suspect bubbled as a result of her intelligence. Both girls were self-assured and outwardly confident in their demeanor. However, despite their exterior poise, like me, they were extremely naive about the opposite sex. We had an understanding that there would be no physical intimacy between us as this would disrupt the dynamics in the house.

This was the era of ‘Free Love’, the ‘Swinging’ Sixties’, ‘Make Love Not War’ and ‘If it Feels Good, Do It!’ Sexual gregarianism was the philosophy of the day. As ‘mature’ adults the three of us had a belief that our shared cohabitation offered the opportunity to share our sexuality in an open and honest arrangement. Also, without the opportunity to learn about the opposite sex from any other source – there was no internet, or accessible porn – intimate sharing was an obvious opportunity for sexual discovery.