I now had a sense that I had gone into a metaphorical team huddle with my tennis buddies. With our arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders we had decided to share some uncensored fun this afternoon and to ‘Hell’ with conventions and role models. With me at one end and my cohorts with cunts at the other end of my erect manhood, we had bound together for some erotic, orgasmic, team-building delights.
AND, I was well and truly up for this fun!
All my tennis pals were now sitting and watching this performance as they enjoyed their lunch of sandwiches and ‘passion pop’. Cheers and woops and woo hoo’s slipped out between mouthfuls while they enjoyed Number Six’s skills as she enjoyed nibbling on my nob.
“Remember girls, what happens at tennis stays at tennis,” Toni shouted amongst the cheers.
As expected I popped my cork for Number Six amidst even louder cheers and laughter.
“Can you go again Michael?” Toni asked me as Number Six melted back into the sweaty crowd of boobs, pubes and smiling faces. I knew, she knew that I could lose my load down her throat and yet still manage a second cum in our ‘afternoon delights’. The rest of the group had assumed that the show was over. They were delighted that I was comfortable enough to entertain them with my orgasm and began to settle back down for a leisurely lunch.
However, I was enjoying myself immensely as the ‘main act’ and boasted “Yeah, sure!” My initial shyness of exposing my orgasmic pleasures in front of women was fast disappearing as their responses indicated their equal pleasure at watching me cum. This was a real turn-on for me – these women loved to watch me cum – and I love to cum for them – who’d have thought?
I was reveling in the realization that my body’s natural sexual reactions could stir such passion and excited energy in women.
My response surprised and at the same time delighted my audience of tipsy women. The alcohol consumed and my genital gymnastics had changed these normally happy-go-lucky ladies’ to a wild collection of excitable oestrogen fueled females. The change in me from shy-man to showman reinvigorated their taste for more male orgasms. Their lessons in Females 101 had created a man and one that had them totally enchanted.
What aroused them most was that they had facilitated and were now witnessing within this masculine chrysalis before them, a teenager emerge as a butterfly and take his first exciting flight into manhood.
So Toni doused my cock and balls with passion pop and gave my ‘toys’ a tidy up.
I hadn’t realised that there had been a runner up in the stripping contest. Apparently, my cock’s reactions had been carefully scrutinized during the performances and a clear second place had been decided.
Number Eight seemed delighted by this unexpected award. She bounced forward and began the same rousing routine on my cock.
I have to add at 19 I was at the very peak of my virility, although my ability to control it was sadly lacking.
Within a few more minutes, Number Eight had me erect and the cheers intensified. A few minutes more and I had popped my cock a second time. This time all over Number Eight’s bobbing boobs. She turned to our audience, wiped a few drops of cum from her boobs and licked it from her fingers. The ladies were now all fully aroused and loving the show. However, I was wilting!
“Third placegetter please, step up!” Toni announced. I began to laugh out loud along with the whole group at Toni’s apparent tease at my expense. “Yeah right!” I thought to myself.
However, to everyone’s surprise Number Two stepped out, doused down my manhood with the popular refreshment and then took her prize in her mouth with glee. She had me erect not long after. My balls were beginning to ache, but I could feel them stirring in a very familiar way. Number Two took all that remained of my load straight down her throat and poked her tongue out at the crowd with my ejaculate running down her chin, to prove I had cum.
“Unbelievable Michael, you’re a champion and fucking good sport,” someone from the crowd shouted. I was becoming quite familiar with the term ‘good sport’ and it would become a term I would hear more and more often over ensuing years. I was elated at my popularity as a ‘stud’ performer. What young man in his sexual prime wouldn’t be?
I was feeling very cheeky and very spunky by this time, especially with half a bottle of passion pop now bubbling in my gut. Even though I had absolutely no ‘pop’ left in my balls, I stood up and shouted the challenge, “Come on your losers, who’s still hungry for some man-meat!” I wiggled my hips and gave them all a visual ‘Turkey slap’ with six inches of man-meat as a curtain call to the performance, with my very drained, dangly bits.
We all again broke out in tears of laughter and shouts of ‘you fucking beauty’, ‘you’re the man’ and similar platitudes rang out. It was all good fun and enjoyed in the right spirit. There was no suggestion of disparagement in my comments and in this particularly unique nudist environment, we all accepted that genitals were just another part of our bodies to share some fun with together.
Everyone clapped and cheered and thanked me for my efforts to entertain. “You’re gonna need a whole school term to recover from this party Michael. I hope you’re UP for our term two break-up.” Someone laughed.
I grabbed a glass of passion pop and joined in with the chatter and became absorbed back into the company of my tennis buddies again as ‘just one of the girls’. However, I was glowing inside at how well I had used my sexuality to entertain and please my female friends.
Toni’s butterfly wings were helping to ferment a desire within me to further explore this apparent talent I had.
I sensed a strange sexual symbiosis between my female tennis buddies and myself that mirrored my feelings with the female members of the audience, that developed during my hypnotic strip shows for The Great Gregory.
There was an excitement and edginess to this exchange of sexuality between us that triggered so many feelings within me.
The initial casual reactions of the Woodies women to my naked gymnastics were progressively being replaced by a rapacious yearning for more of my man-meat. However, at the same time my initial indifference to my outrageous exposure was occasionally replaced by an inner concern of being abused by their enflaming desires.
Was I demeaning myself by casually offering so much of my body to the opposite sex during these displays?
This introspective question was to arise many more times over the next few years when I found myself in similar situations.
Over the remainder of the year Toni became my mentor for the Female 101 course and gave me many personal lessons on how to attract and please women. I think she enjoyed the challenge and the pleasures I could satisfy, for her active libido.
She asked if I’d like to learn how to give cunnilingus to a woman. She had to first explain what ‘cunnilingus’ was. When I understood I said ‘Yes!’ with a resounding emphasis.
At the end of each Thursday’s tennis when everyone else had gone Toni introduced me to her ‘cunt’. She and the others all called their vaginas ‘cunt’ and thought nothing of the term. I became more accustomed to using the term also.
Toni took me through the many sensitivities of her cunt and would give me plenty of feedback as I licked and sucked and fingered each nook and cranny.
After the first few weeks, I mentioned to her that I was having trouble with her pubic hair. I had always shaved my pubic hair, which, I came to realise, was a major attraction amongst the Thursday tennis ladies group and asked if she would be willing to shave hers. She didn’t hesitate and the following week was totally bare ‘down there’. I told her honestly that her cunt looked spectacular clean shaved – and it did! To my eye her cunt was very, very beautiful. She however, didn’t seem convinced of my enthusiasm, but accepted it. It was now my turn to return her generous appraisals.