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

She regularly called in to collect our rent every Sunday evening, but had come around a little early on this Sunday and surprised us all – especially me, with my cock still fully aroused and on the edge of an ejaculation.

“What are you three up to?” she asked in a quizzical tone as she walked toward us.

She had a smile on her face as she stepped up onto the verandah. However, when she saw my erection, her eyes popped and her mouth fell open. “Oh, my God… Michael!” she blurted and then laughed out loud.

I had tried to shuffle in my chair and crossed my legs in an attempt to hide ‘Goldilocks’, but without too much success.

She had regularly seen us all naked – that wasn’t a surprise. However, I’d always been cautious not to be aroused when we knew she was expected to call in for the rent.

“Michael, that is magnificent!” she said as she turned to the girls for affirmation. “I hope we haven’t embarrassed you Mrs Withers,” Suzanna shyly offered. In our special naked household the three of us had developed a protective attitude toward each other and our vulnerability to others. Suzanna was simply reacting to Mrs Withers’ sensitivities as if my exposed state was her personal concern.

I was still very stunned and extremely embarrassed at my predicament and didn’t know what to do, so just remained glued to my chair. I was comfortable exposing my cock for women who expressed a fervent desire, but would never do so to anyone else.

“Embarrassed, Hell NO!” she smiled. “I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight in all my life – and I’ve seen many,” she laughed.

“We’ve just been measuring Michael to see if we can determine whether his cock is normal.” Bev smiled in an attempt to diffuse the situation.

“You three always amaze me. I can tell you he’s BIG,” she giggled. “How big is your cock, Michael?” she asked, as her voice changed to a more enquiring tone.

“Nine and a half inches,” Bev quickly interjected. “I’m going to do some research study at work tomorrow to give me some indication of comparisons.”

Suzanna then scurried in and got our rent and gave it to Mrs Withers and she left, still smiling.

The following afternoon, Bev came running through the door as she got home from work, “I’ve got some statistics on cocks,” she announced to both Suzanna and I.

“I found a few research papers on average penis sizes. You won’t believe the results,” she teased.

“It seems Michael, you’re on the far extreme of penis lengths. The average size for an erect penis is five and a half inches. Seven is considered large and one and a half is a ‘micro penis’. The largest erect penis ever recorded is thirteen and a half inches. So, Michael, you’re ‘up’ there when it comes to erect cocks,” she giggled.

Suzanna, grabbed three wine glasses and poured some champagne, left over from a previous party and announced, “A toast to the best cock-up I’ll ever know.” We all laughed and the two girls then took hold of my cock and shook it, as if to shake hands.

By now, in our ‘naked’ household, we were all physically ‘familiar’ with each other. There was no artificiality when it came to conversation about, playing with, or joking about my cock when it came to my housemates. Both women by now felt at total liberty to enjoy these familiarities with my cock and balls at any time. I had often repeated to them in our early physical encounters that I had no pretentions about my cock, “It’s just a cock!” I’d often reassure them, when they showed some hesitation.

After this revelation, I noticed many more regular visits, of an evening or on the weekend, by their female friends to our home. They would always ask me if I’d mind dressing for family and certain friends. However, they insisted that I didn’t need to dress when certain of their other friends dropped by. I’d often be sitting watching TV or reading, stark naked, as they chatted and drank nearby.

As it was still school holidays, most of the ‘drop-ins’ at this time were Suzanna’s feminist school buddies.

It was apparent that my nickname had spread through most of the town following my ‘party trick’. So, amidst titters from her friends, Suzanna would sometimes nonchalantly ask me if I would mind showing her friends, ‘Goldilocks’.

Although, still relatively shy and unaccustomed to female attention, I was a trained actor and a ‘closet’ extrovert – and with Bev’s statistics was now proud of my physical attribute. I was also beginning to realise the benefits of female responses that came from being ‘well-endowed’.

What intrigued me more though was the energy that women would radiate during my ‘displays’. Whenever I began revealing my ‘talents’ there was usually a nervous and sometimes disparaging reception from women. However, the more relaxed and nonchalant I behaved with my nakedness the more female defenses came down.

I was gradually realizing that my nudity could be intimidating to some women. They felt defenseless, with a duality of sensitivities. One part was fascination, but another was the need to hide any reactions for fear of being judged inappropriately. My every mannerism was vital in making them feel comfortable to enjoy my presence. As I was by now reasonably comfortable to be naked amongst women I could react and chat normally with them. This gradually eased any discomfort and they would begin to relax and enjoy the experience, knowing they had control in the situation.

Women’s faces would go from a smiling glance to a more intense gaze as my cock began its dance. The energy they exuded became more intense, with a raw sexual undertone. Their breath changed, there’d often be a stillness, then faces would flush and some would giggle with schoolgirl awkwardness as they felt their bodies reacting instinctively to my erotic display.

I had a sense that my cock was like a conductor’s baton bringing forth beautiful sounds and reactions from the orchestra of females gathered around me. The more passionately I brandished my ‘baton’ the more expressively my orchestra responded.

I enjoyed this immensely and became more poised with every presentation. I could feel my juices flowing as well, every time I took my ‘conductor’s’ stand.

I was beginning to realise that – women loved cock!

So, I cheerfully manifested ‘Goldilocks’ whenever it was requested and basked in the attention her friends paid me. As my comfort with their attention increased, Suzanna’s requests became more blatant. One day, as they chatted and I feigned nonchalance while watching TV, Suzanna brazenly asked if I’d give a demonstration of Goldilocks’ amazing propellive powers.

Suzanna was captivated by the distance and virility of my squirts. She, more than Bev, always became extremely aroused whenever I ejaculated for them. I could overhear Suzanna and her friends tittering and giggling as they discussed sex and some of Bev’s research and chuckled to myself at their incredulous feminine reactions. They were intrigued and disbelieving about my capabilities and with me sitting naked nearby their curiosity eventually got the better of them.

After the many enthusiastic reassurances from the Woodlands tennis women and now also from my housemates, I no longer felt intimidated by an audience to this personal intimate reaction.

It was just a cock, doing what a cock does. Apparently, mine further than most! It is a natural human reaction and caused no harm and created much frivolity amongst females whenever I shared this masculine marvel. I was a born entertainer, utilising my God-given talents.

However, I needed to be assured that I wasn’t being set up as a ‘cheap trick’ for her friends and initially declined, feigning tiredness! She persisted and I could see by the look in her friends’ eyes that they were disappointed by my answer, so I relented, as Suzanna knew I would and agreed to entertain them.