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

Woodstock had just happened just 12 months earlier and the music echoing throughout our home simply magnified our sexual philosophy.

One morning prior to this weekend, while showering as I got ready for work, Suzanna knocked on the door asking if she could come in as she was in a hurry and had to leave for work. I had no objections, but was surprised to see her casually sit on the toilet and pee. She just smiled, wiped herself and left.

I had often wondered why we always seemed to be running out of toilet paper. When I watched how much tissue she used, the mystery was solved.

Once Suzanna had broken this barrier of ‘intimacy’ it became a regular occurrence for either girl to just stroll in, without knocking, and do her makeup or pee or just stand and chat to me as I completed my showering. We unconsciously instigated a routine that we only closed the bathroom door when we needed ‘discrete toileting or period privacy’. This relaxed bathroom etiquette became the mantra for the house.

Within weeks of this ‘open door’ policy our familiarity grew exponentially. Not having a brother, Suzanna was keen to experience living with a member of the opposite sex of similar age, as was I for similar reasons. She always showed great interest in the ‘stirrings’ in my groin whenever we were sitting and chatting and in her forthright manner would sometimes feel my cock and balls as they moved. As I grew more comfortable with her touching, I allowed her more freedom and would often give her feedback on how her touching affected my senses. Bev soon joined in with a similar relaxed manner.

We sometimes shared our evening meal together and would continue chatting long after dinner over a glass of wine or two or three. Our conversations had no bounds. Both girls were ardent feminists and I often disagreed, not so much with their philosophy, but with the way it was being implemented in society at the time. In our friendly, alcohol induced discussions we’d happily agree to disagree. However, many of our discussions would eventually turn to sex. If the climate was conducive we’d often all get naked once we got home from work, so our discussions were very open, both physically and intellectually.

We gradually became extremely relaxed about our bodies and developed a real personal connection, as friends. In fact, Suzanna asked me to shave her pubic hair after my many descriptions of how nice I felt to be shaved. The following day, Bev asked me to ‘do her’ as well, such was the relaxed frivolity we shared.

On rare occasions, when I assumed I had privacy in the house, I’d sometimes masturbate while in the shower. However, one day while self-pleasuring in the shower I had a ‘sixth sense’ that someone else was in the bathroom. I turned and was shocked to see Bev standing there naked and staring at me as I pleasured myself.

I immediately stopped and apologized to her as I attempted to gather my self-esteem. She laughed and said, “Don’t stop on my account, I was enjoying myself too.”

I smiled, thinking she was simply joking, but she became adamant, “No, I really mean it, don’t stop! I’ve always been curious to watch a man masturbate. If you’re not too embarrassed, I’d really like to watch!”

This kind of statement from either girl had become common in the house. They were both keen to exert their feminist philosophy of affirmative action when it came to relationships with both their occasional boyfriends and myself.

However, I was still relatively naive, but following Bev’s enthusiastic reassurance I turned to face her and slowly started up again. As her face became more and more flushed, my self-pleasuring became more and more enthusiastic. I couldn’t help smiling as I relished the correlation between my actions and her facial reactions. Eventually, I could feel my balls tightening to produce their usual consequence.

Her eyes widened, as my cock grew larger and larger. I then took a slight step backwards as my cum exploded toward her and sprayed over the glass barrier between us. Almost immediately we both laughed and she then casually moved toward me and pulled the shower screen back and took hold of my erect cock. “Hmm! very n’ ner’ nice!” she off-handedly commented in a squeaky stutter and then strolled out of the bathroom.

I gathered myself and toweled off and then walked into the kitchen, where both girls were standing and chatting next to the sink. Suzanna had just got home and was progressively getting undressed, while both Bev and I were naked.

They both looked at me as I entered and then smiled at each other and turned and reflected the same smiles at me. As was usual after an ejaculation, my sexual energy was minimal, however, my cock was still semi-erect. I had become unconcerned about my ‘masculinity’ as the girls had repeatedly assured me to feel comfortable with such displays.

Bev had obviously told Suzanna about what had just happened and Suzanna had apparently become slightly agitated that she had missed the performance.

Noticing my semi engorged state, Suzanna asked in her usual mischievous voice whether I could give a ‘repeat performance’ for her? I could tell from her body language, that although slightly joking, she was voicing a deep desire. Suzanna would often tease me about the movements in my cock as we sat and watched television together.

Over the months that followed, I was to learn that both girls had an inherent curiosity about cocks, that they had been conditioned to suppress. Now in this situation, that curiosity was exploding, much like my cock was to do regularly for their enjoyment from then on.

Although ‘spent’, my hormones were again racing at this invitation. I hesitantly agreed, not sure whether I’d be able to ‘perform’ as adequately again, or simply embarrass myself in the attempt.

We all moved to the outside verandah, where the sun would stream in all through the day. It was a lovely environment that overlooked the gardens and farmland beyond our back fence. The house we rented was on a small allotment from a large farm. The owners lived next door in a larger house that was well screened by voluminous shrubbery.

I sat with the afternoon sun streaming in over the lower half of my body and warming my spent balls and my face shaded by the verandah awning. The two girls took up positions in two chairs facing me and within reach. Close enough to touch me, if they so desired.

I laughed at our small ‘circle of trust’ and they laughed back. By now Suzanna had stripped and both girls were naked also.

I looked into their faces and quizzically asked what they wanted me to do? I was hesitant as I wasn’t sure what they saw as erotic and what might embarrass them (and subsequently me). Although a secretive exhibitionist, I was also still a very shy young man.

In a flippant tone, Bev suggested that I do what I had just done for her. “Don’t feel embarrassed, Michael,” Suzanna assured me. Then in an impassive feminist voice added. “We’d like to just watch and learn how a man masturbates.” Despite her normal self-assuredness, Suzanna could not hide her ardent curiosity as she asked me this favour.

The erotic atmosphere and the relaxed environment and their keen interest soon had me aroused again and I produced another nine inches of cock and another orgasm.

“That was very – educational!’ Suzanna smiled with a pause to emphasize her last word. She then reached out, wrapped her hand around the tip of my cock and slowly ‘massaged’ my hood while looking directly into my eyes. Her eyes were blazing wide as she settled back into her chair!

We all laughed again and Suzanna said, “If you’re willing, we’d be happy to share this experience with you, whenever you feel the urge, Michael.”

So, it was decided that the back balcony would become my ‘wanking space’. Whenever the mood took me, morning, noon or night, I’d wander out to the relief room, as it became known. If they felt inclined either one or both girls would follow and watch me cum. Their erotic invitation had aroused every fibre in my psyche and over the next few weeks I seemed to be in the wanking room most afternoons and sometimes multiple times over a weekend.