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

As was common amongst feminists, they’re great idealists, but poor realists.

The party raged on into the early hours of the morning and by dawn, Christmas Day, I had somehow fucked two players, Samantha and Helen, from my footy team. I woke with them both totally naked on either side of me and as I stirred they woke as well. We all looked at each other and smiled with slight embarrassment.

“Looks like we’ve had an early Christmas present from Goldilocks,” Sam giggled to Helen.

I thought to myself, ‘I’ve been laid – at last! Merry Christmas Michael!’

Both girls were older sisters of schoolgirls in the team and were just a year younger than me. Samantha went on later in her football career to captain the Australian Women’s soccer team, the ‘Matildas’ and played in the Women’s World Cup.

They both became regular visitors to my home.

I loved threesomes!

Both girls were highly sexual and loved cock. They seemed little interested in each other and concentrated all their aroused energy on me, which I didn’t mind at all. They were happy to share the one condom, so there was no pause in our fucking fun as I moved willingly from one to the other.

We agreed to keep our threesome fun a secret from the other girls in the football team, so as not to cause any friction or sense of favouritism with team selections. Thankfully, both girls were my star players so this never became an issue.

Whenever I was encouraged to ‘perform’ for groups such as our Christmas party or female gatherings, I’d always use my intuition to ensure I wouldn’t offend. I always prided myself on my ability to gauge group sensitivities and usually ‘got it right’. At this party there was an overwhelming support for me to expose ‘Goldilocks’ and hence I felt no hesitation to entertain.

However, in groups where I wasn’t booked as an entertainer, such as casual parties such as this, there would always be one or two women who would ‘feign’ offence at my performance.

Over time I came to realise that there were only two reactions to my ‘performances’. One was enthused encouragement and reception the other was distain or feigned embarrassment. At this party a few of Suzanna’s feminist friends confronted me as I mingled naked with our guests.

“Where is your self-respect for your body, Michael?” was the general gist of their affront and I was always happy to debate this question. My logic was that the human body is not offensive and any uneasiness was a result of a person’s inability to rationalize their own feelings around nudity and their perception that being naked is sexually arousing. This concept in itself told me much about people. Inherent with this reaction is that person’s own reactions to nudity. They were aroused by the sight of a naked male and lacked the maturity to deal with these feelings.

After an attempt at debate with these women in this noisy crowded room proved futile, I offered them an invitation to meet at another time to continue the debate and they were all keen to do so.

Suzanna invited the three girls and a few more of her friends back after work two days later for the debate. Suzanna and I agreed that I should purposely greet them naked to initiate the debate. Not unexpectedly all the women remained clothed. Although Suzanna and I didn’t agree on some topics we were united on the benefits and sensual pleasures of nudity.

We shared some intense, but civil and mature discussion and there were some concessions on both sides. We eventually enjoyed some laughter and the mood became very amicable after Suzanna had plied us all with multiple glasses of wine. However, they were still unconvinced that I wasn’t sexually aroused and demeaning myself when I manifested my Goldilocks erection at the party.

Suzanna had become my implementer in the occasional sexual situations that occurred in our household. As the eldest of five girls, who went to an all-girls school, she was my exact opposite ‘twin’. Because of our similar backgrounds we both had an overactive sexual curiosity about the opposite sex and we were both pro-active in satisfying this curiosity.

Suzanna had an insatiable appetite to watch me become erect and masturbate. I ‘fed’ off her vibrant interest during these intense erotic moments and loved having her (and Bev) as my audience. She also had a sassy sense of humour and whenever the mood and chatter between her and her female houseguests became erotic she would often turn to me to produce Goldilocks to entertain or enlighten them. As a bilateral introvert-extrovert, I needed little encouragement from her to lose my inherent shyness and exhibit these ‘talents’.

So once again, Suzanna became the facilitator in this debate and suggested I prove that I could be erect, yet not aroused, once again there and then. I had often demonstrated this facet to her and Bev as we sat and chatted. Occasionally as we talked I’d get an involuntary erection, yet my mood and manner varied little, which often fascinated both women. If they ‘pushed’ me, I’d manufacture an erection at will to demonstrate its vagaries.

The obvious skepticism emanating from this group was the only impetus I needed. So as I joked, laughed and chatted with them I casually manifested an erection with my newly acquired muscle control to demonstrate that it wasn’t always sexually driven. This intrigued them greatly and their smiles began to bloom as my nine inches of man-muscle ‘innocuously’ bloomed upright and proud before them!

As the conversation quickly turned to sexual arousals – both male and female – in a nudist environment, I eventually invited those who were interested to join me at Woodlands the following Sunday and experience social nudity for themselves. Four of them agreed while the other two were totally abhorred by the idea of being naked amongst other people.

I was surprised when both Suzanna and Bev joined them too, as both my housemates had never expressed an interest in social nudity before. They all were totally intrigued by the casualness of the whole environment at Woodlands and after a short while were happily playing sports or swimming and sunbaking.

By the end of the day I had six social nudist converts!

We all met back at our house for a discussion on the experience that afternoon. As much as they were amazed by the whole experience, I was amazed at their open admission to being VERY aroused and the erotic feelings generated by the smorgasbord of exposed males. None of them had been aware of the wide variations in sizes and shapes of cocks before and this generated much mirth and laughter amongst them.

I had often suspected that women enjoyed nudism much more than men and I was now getting a pointer for these suspicions.

Many years later after much analysis of male and female reactions to nudism, I determined that nudism can be sexually arousing for both sexes. However, men are inherently aware that any physical reaction to their thoughts will be blatantly obvious. So, men quickly develop a ‘by-pass’ process to their thoughts and distract any visual stimulation to some other area of their cerebral cortex.

Women don’t have that concern and can happily enjoy the visual stimuli of nudism and not be physically obvious, other than the occasional ‘snail trail’. I became well aware of the highly aroused state many of my female partners would wish to express after a day at a nudist venue.

However, I had proved my point regarding my good-humored attitude to nudity amongst groups of enthused women.

Most of these women became occasional visitors to Woodlands from then on.

Over the school holidays, while out shopping, I bumped into a few of the schoolgirls from the Year 12 End-of-Year party, including Gracie.