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

I was never sure whether their blasé attitude at my discomfort to their giggles and jocular comparisons was an indication that they didn’t think I needed to be worried about ‘my size’, or whether it was purely impoliteness. Their intrigue with male genitals would occasionally spill over to actual playfulness. Juliette would sometimes casually reach out and play with my cock as we sat together laughing and chatting. Although never completely comfortable with her ‘attention’, I certainly did find her playfulness very ‘stimulating’. I also didn’t want to appear socially immature, being the eldest, so I played and laughed along with her, which she saw as complicity for her game. My apparent enjoyment only encouraged her ‘cock and ball games’ to become more intense during our secluded ‘trysts’.

There was also an aspect from my past that was now emerging. My abuse as a schoolboy had led me to believe that females enjoyed playing with male genitalia but saw it as simple playfulness and nothing more. However, here I could plainly see that Juliette was enjoying this ‘play’ in a much more aroused state.

I knew from the experiences in my life to this point that women loved the sight of an erect and aroused cock and particularly enjoyed watching one ejaculate. I grew to accept that my body could entertain Juliette, even though I still didn’t believe she was sexually stirred by it. I enjoyed this facet of my being and grew to become quite comfortable to have her enjoy her ‘play’ without showing my full erotic and emotional reactions to her stimulus. She and her sister were raised to appreciate their physical beauty and the intrigue it held for men. However, as I seemed comfortably complicit in her interest in my body she was equally complicit in my interest in hers.

We’d often sit opposite each other as we laughed and chatted, with our legs one over the other and play with each other’s genitals. There was a general nonchalance and joyfulness between us about this genital play. I thoroughly enjoyed this rare opportunity to familiarize myself with her genitals as much as she did mine. Her occasional favourite pastime was to see how many ways she could arrange my tackle to make recognizable shapes. We would both laugh at some of the funny objects she managed, such as a ‘hamburger’ using my two balls as the bun around my flaccid cock, or the ‘snail’, where she’d squeeze my balls into the shape of a snail shell. However, it didn’t take too long for her ‘fumbling’ to arouse my cock to full erection, which would send senses souring amongst the two of us. I similarly enjoyed playing with her labia petals and clitoral hood. I was always captivated to see her pussy shimmer and ooze creamy white globs and fluids after a few minutes of my play.

As any male nudist will tell you, the sensation of arousal gradually diminishes throughout the day at a nudist club. The ongoing stimulation from the sun and breeze on your body negates any feeling for an erection. It is actually a very pleasant sensation to feel so relaxed and at peace with your body.

So, the longer Juliette and I played together, the more ‘in control’ I became and the more interesting her games with my ‘tackle’ became.

Often at home I’d practice some ‘tricks’ with my cock and balls to ‘surprise’ Juliette at our next tryst. One trick I was ‘proud’ of was my ability to twirl my semi-erect cock in circles. When I was semi erect my cock was generously endowed and flexible and I knew from my experiences a few years earlier at Woodlands ladies tennis days that I could ‘interest’ most women with my genital gymnastics. Just my contracting my phallic and pelvic floor muscles as I moved my hips I could get my cock to ‘dance’. This trick along with some of the dick tricks Juliette and I devised was to become my ‘bread and butter’ later in my life.

Juliette almost wet herself with laughter the first time I showed her my cock-twirling trick. She convinced me to show Shelly the trick – which elicited the same girlish giggles from her younger sister. I thought nothing of this ‘silliness’ with our respective ‘bits’. It was just innocent fun between consenting ‘young’ adults.

By now I had become reasonably blasé about using my cock and balls to entertain females. I’d been well taught from a very young age that, in consensual situations, male genitalia could be humorous and inoffensive.

Juliette and I often questioned each other over sensitivities and feelings as we touched each other in ‘vital’ places, in an attempt to understand the other’s sensations. There were absolutely no bounds to the intimacies we shared together. I was totally delighted with the knowledge that I was continuing to learn about females. I could sense Juliette was equally elated!

Another intimacy I disclosed to Juliette was my ongoing curiosity to watch a woman piss. Just like almost every other male, I had grown up with absolutely no idea how a woman’s ‘plumbing’ worked. Toni had been agreeable to offering me visual intimacy of her peeing but I was curious to see if all women pee’d the same. All I could see when Juliette squatted was a flow coming from ‘somewhere’ between her legs.

So occasionally, Juliette happily complied. When she was ready she would sit opposite me, stretch her labia wide open and giggle with glee as she pee’d all over my cock and balls. The feeling and sight of her hot piss spraying at me and running down over my tummy and balls was highly erotic and brought us both to a mixture of embarrassment and laughter at her outrageous, naughty antic.

I often got so hot to fuck Juliette that I felt my balls were going to explode. Eventually, I realised she was feeling equally aroused.

However, due to our situation in the club grounds and Shelly’s company, Juliette and I were never able to immediately consummate these erotic sensations, much to our shared sexual frustration. However, I was soon to discover what was fermenting through Shelly’s fantasies as she secretly watched from a distance, her big sister and I getting highly aroused.

Within a few months of our trysts, I invited Juliette to dinner at my place and the inevitable finally eventuated! Unfortunately, my anticipation of consummating our friendship affected my ability to abstain from an early ejaculation. However, that initial disappointment didn’t stop us from enjoying an ongoing casual sexual friendship for many months to come. We moved much of our nudist club antics to my bedroom and our fun escalated even more intimately.

I suspected that Shelly was teasing some details of our intimate antics out of Juliette. Although I had made it a point to Juliette not to tell Shelly anything, I suspect Juliette didn’t fully appreciate the sensitivity of my position as Shelly’s teacher.

In this shared intimacy, the connection between Shelly and I, as ‘teacher and student’, changed. I sensed that Shelly was beginning to develop a duality of appreciation toward me. In class, she continued to remain a diligent and respectful student, but whenever we met at the nudist club she saw me as a compliant sexual being who was very comfortable sharing his sexuality with her sister and someone to safely explore her own curiosities about men. She was to play a major role in easing other students into this same duality of reactions toward me over the next few years.

Shelly and Juliette’s joint curiosity and openness about sex always fascinated me. I was still growing accustomed to the concept that women enjoyed sex, for its own sake, as opposed to the highly conservative attitudes of my youth. They were certainly two intelligent, but highly hormonal young women well versed in feminist philosophy.

The vast majority of men my age at that time had no idea that women were much more inquisitive and sexual than we men were. Because of my limited experience with females in my youth my knowledge of the opposite sex had been severely restricted. However, I was a quick and keen learner and my knowledge, thanks to these two young women, was growing geometrically.