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

Toni had a childlike attitude to life and was very playful and totally at ease with physical intimacies between the sexes. None of the other women at tennis ever seemed to indicate that this behaviour was unusual. On our tennis days, I’d be the only male amongst 20 or so women at the club. If there was a bit of frivolity amongst us in the showers one or two other women might join Toni in her ablutions on me. I’d sometimes have three or more sets of female hands playing with my cock and laughing as I tried my hardest to hide my shyness and feign maturity as I became more and more erect. I gradually relaxed and relished the sensations as I came to realise that these women were thoroughly enjoying the sight and feel of my cock doubling in length and girth as they played with it in their hands.

These women were typical ‘Westies’ from the lower socio-economic regions of Sydney and had a ‘rough and tough’ attitude to life. There was no ‘preciousness’ about their sexual behaviour either. They called a ‘spade a spade’ and as I became more absorbed into their friendship the more they were comfortable to express their sexual desires whenever the opportunity presented itself. On these tennis days when they got together in an ‘almost’ all-female and naked environment – they would often let their hair down completely.

This group had been meeting for many years and they knew each other very well and there were strong friendships amongst them. The toilets and showers were over 500 metres from the tennis courts, so before I had joined them, I was to learn that rarely did anyone make that trek if they needed to piss. At first, there was an initial reluctance to do this in front of me, so they would move out of view. Bathrooms in most nudist clubs were communal, so I had long become accustomed to using the urinals and be greeted with a cheery ‘Hello!’ as females came and went to their cubicles.

I certainly had no sensitivities in this regards and from my childhood abuse and pre-pubescent experiences, assumed women were totally indifferent to seeing men pee.

However, despite this familiarity in communal bathrooms, urinating outdoors was not accepted at normal nudist events. None of these women would have even contemplated such a display of a weekend with other men and children around. However, this tennis day was not ‘normal’ and this liberty was practiced, without reservation by most of them, on a Thursday at Woodlands.

After Toni had mentioned that she had ‘inducted’ me into female pissing, attitudes relaxed. Over time and after a few passion pops the alcoholic induced mood further relaxed everyone’s inhibitions to virtually any sexual displays on Thursday tennis days. Gradually, they resumed their ‘normal’ pissing post in the garden bed, in my full view. I tried to feign a mature approach to these displays, but it was obvious, I’m sure to most of them that I was totally intrigued.

On one occasion, nearing the end of the day, one of my tennis buddies was so tipsy that she found it difficult to even walk to the gardens. At the time only she and I were around so she just stood, parted her legs and literally gushed a pee. I was astonished at the ‘flood’ pouring from between her legs. I felt uncomfortable for her as she tried to sit back down and began to topple, so I moved over and helped her. She looked up at me with eyes not focusing anywhere in particular and said “Would you fuck me with your beautiful big cock, Michael?”

I tried to smile at her, but felt sorry for her condition. I told her to just sit there and I’d get her a cup of coffee from the club kitchen. When I returned a few other women had finished their game and noticed her condition and began to dress her ready to take her home.

As I approached with the cup of coffee in my hands she slurred to the women around her, “I beat you all, Michael said he’d fuck me first.”

I was totally mortified! The other women could see my angst and laughed and assured me not to be embarrassed as she had been boasting about this ever since I first joined the tennis group.

I got teased many times with similar erotic taunts by my tennis buddies.

However, despite these taunts and many other eye-opening displays they never took their teasing fun to a point of completely embarrassing me and always showed affection to me afterwards to ensure I wasn’t. I knew they were having fun with my innocence, but in a good-humoured way.

Coming from an all-male background, combined with my early experience of sexual abuse by a female, I was a real ignoramus when it came to women. I knew absolutely nothing about the opposite sex. From my limited experiences they seemed to control everything in life and had every right to do so. I simply assumed that these women weren’t the least bit interested in me sexually. I was still convinced that women didn’t think that way. They were simply teasing me for fun and I was enjoying it, so no one was getting hurt.

During one of our discussions about the book, Toni asked me about my feelings of how the young people in the ‘experiment’ were encouraged to be sexually free. I was still a naive young man sexually and told her that I had little experience with women but could appreciate the benefits of learning about them and their sexual pleasures from such an experiment. I soon realized that was all Toni was waiting to hear from me. In what seemed like a genuine gesture she immediately responded, “Would you like a few of us here to teach you about sex?”

I was hesitant in my reply as I didn’t know what this would entail. To save my blushes she added, “We won’t ever make you feel uncomfortable and only answer the questions you want answered.”

Well, part of me was cheering ‘Hooray’, while another part was scared stiff. I didn’t want to look a fool in front of these women because of my total ignorance… and I was TOTALLY ignorant. It was only after joining Woodlands a few years earlier that I even knew WHERE a vagina was located on a woman’s body and even now, I had never seen one, as every woman in those days had pubic hair.

My smiles gave Toni her answer. I think she saw me as a piece of pubescent putty ready for her to mold into a man.

Toni, I was learning, had a ‘devilish’ streak to her nature and enjoyed teasing me without hurting my feelings. She could see an opportunity to take this young male and enjoy both sexual and emotional pleasures in teaching him the ways of women.

This was the late 1960’s and the sexual revolution was in full swing. It would be a full decade before the feminist movement eventually corrupted the idealism and significance of this wonderful revolution.

My lessons began immediately that Thursday afternoon. As most of the women were playing tennis, Toni gathered together a few of the women sitting around for this rare opportunity to experiment with the sexuality of an embryonic and enthusiastic male. They sat me down and asked me what I wanted to learn. I mentioned my absolute ignorance about vaginas and a few other simple things about the female body.

They decided on my behalf that ‘Females 101’ was to be my specialist subject!

At the time a ‘housewife’ was the common occupation for most women. Few women worked outside the home, so midweek get-togethers like this Thursday ladies tennis club were common in society.

However, as a result women had quite a lot of time on their hands through the day to get bored while the kids were at school and as the old adage says; ‘The Devil finds work for idle hands.’

All these women were extremely liberated in their thinking. Also, they had plenty of time to ‘liberate’ a lot of their fantasies that built up from doing repetitive domestic chores. I was soon to become a pawn in a fantasy that apparently had been bubbling amongst this group from the time I had first joined them as a young innocent male abroad in a ‘sea of broads’.