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

Both girls became keen occasional onlookers at these frequent ‘command performances’.

Women are not natural adventurers or leaders. However, once a man establishes a ‘safe’ situation, women will follow, often enthusiastically. This was the case with the relief room. Eventually, as they were intently watching a performance they both began to stroke their clitoris. I was totally amazed when this happened, as up till then I didn’t even realise that women masturbated.

The ‘Bible’ for female sexuality at the time was the Kinsey Report (‘Sexual Behavior in the Human Female’), where it was reported that only 10% of women masturbate. So, the common misconception was that female masturbation was highly unusual. However, these girls weren’t two people to follow fallacies and they eventually became just as enthusiastic about using the relief room as I was.

We all thought it was wonderful that we all had a similar belief – that wanking can be a fun, shared activity. Eventually, initial shyness quickly dissipated and we were totally relaxed sharing this ‘personal’ experience.

From these frequent sessions, I discovered how much women appreciated watching a man ejaculate as I did watching them cum. Initially I thought I was being considerate to catch my cum in my fist as I spurted. However, I was told in no uncertain terms that the girls enjoyed watching my cock explode and to let my cum be ‘free’ and spray over the balcony.

I loved watching my housemate’s faces change as they gradually reached their climaxes. I was also intrigued and fascinated to watch their different techniques as they pleasured themselves.

In the years that followed, I was to learn so much more about female masturbation techniques and the subtle individual differences in these techniques.

I don’t know how the two girls felt, but I needed my every ounce of resolution to sometimes resist mounting either of them

But at the same time, we agreed we would help each other out should our sexual frustrations become overpowering and endanger our reason. It was accepted that in these circumstances we could be honest and ask someone to share a masturbation session together. This afforded us the opportunity to enjoy sexual pleasure with the opposite sex without penetration. We all saw it as a simple, yet effective agreement!

In hindsight, we were all very ‘yuppy’ young adults, full of our own idealisms and assumed maturity. So, an arrangement such as this ‘masturbation agreement’ was accepted as a sign of incredible maturity.

At the end-of-year celebrations for Year 12 students, I was the only teacher invited to the student get-together after the formal ceremony. I was only two years older than them and we had enjoyed a relaxed yet ‘proper’ teacher/student relationship throughout the year.

The night for the celebrations was very cool and so an empty 40-gallon drum was used as a makeshift fireplace. We all stood around keeping warm as we talked and drank on into the night. I realized that my glass was never getting empty. Students kept filling it up throughout the whole evening.

I eventually realized I needed to pee and noticed everyone simply took a few steps away from the fire and relieved themselves in the bushes, which I did too. As I released my cock from my jeans, I heard a female voice beside me call “Hi sir!” Gracie was one of my Year 12 students and was squatting beside me. We laughed at the ‘unusual’ situation, went on peeing and then rejoined the party. However, I did notice that Gracie did a ‘double-take’ when she saw the length of cock extending from my jeans. She giggled as she pee’d, when she realised I had noticed her interest in my cock.

As the night wore on, I could feel my head starting to spin.

As I chatted to some of my students, I noticed that the girls I was talking too kept looking down and giggling. I followed their gaze down to notice my fly was open and a hand holding my cock.

The party was held outside in the backyard of a country house and it was semi dark and only the fire illuminated the night and with the warmth of the fire I could not feel my cock and balls were ‘outside’ my jeans so I was obliviously exposed.

In my dazed stupor I seemingly had forgot to do up the zipper on my fly after my last pee. I rarely wore jocks, so as I shuffled around while chatting to these girls, a few inches of my cock had apparently ‘escaped’ from my jeans. Knowing there was more of my cock than met the eye, Gracie obviously could not resist the temptation presenting itself. It became relatively easy for her to simply release the remainder of my cock and balls from my jeans, without me being aware.

She was now happily standing next to me with a huge grin, holding my cock as she continued drinking with her other hand and chatting and giggling with the other girls around us. I turned to look at her with a curious glazy gaze and she just smiled back, waiting for my response. She then winked as if to seek approval to continue. I was feeling euphoric and just smiled back at her. After my numerous ‘hypnotic’ strip routines and the Thursday tennis ladies tuition, I had become well-adjusted to female interest in my cock, so thought little of this playfulness. Besides these young women were all now ‘of-age’ and able to vote, drink and drive a car and mature enough to appreciate this unexpected erotic opportunity.

As the evening turned into early morning and most of the partygoers were either leaving or falling in a drunken state where they had stood, I began to notice that the numbers of girls surrounding me had steadily increased. They encircled me in a tight group and were chatting excitedly about the size of my cock.

They were happily playing with my cock and squeezing and sharing my balls around amongst each other. Their bodies shielded their fun from the few partygoers left. At this stage I didn’t care and much less feel the need to do anything about it. This situation was beginning to resemble one of my secret fantasies and I was trying to sober myself up as much as I could so that I could appreciate it better.

I could feel myself getting very erect as this rotation of soft warm hands caressed every inch of my genitals. I had heard some vague whispers such as “Wow you really do have a beautiful big cock sir!” or “Thanks for being such a GOOD SPORT, sir!” resounding in my ears as I laughed with them. In my stupefied state, I put my arms around their shoulders, partly for support for my inebriation but also from what were now the effects of the flood of erotic sensations racing through my head and affecting my balance. This seemed to indicate to them my further compliance with their familiarity and their fondling and giggles intensified.

They didn’t seem to be as drunk as I was so in my seemingly agreeable state it was a case for these girls leaving school to enjoy this rare opportunity for intimacy with their ex-teacher while they could.

As they gathered ever closer around me, my nostrils filled with their perfumes and pheromones. I happily watched four or five girls share my cock and squeeze my balls. The feel of their soft hands and playful explorations released an exquisite flow of sensations through my body. But as the next two girls stepped forward to take their turn, I could feel a rush of cum bubbling from deep down inside my very tight balls. I stumbled backwards with my two shoulder supporting girls and pointed my cock straight up. My ejaculation flew high and came down in a splatter all over the encircling girls.

They squealed with delight and laughed as they rubbed my cum from their faces and clothing. Their giggles continued as I felt my legs buckle from the loss of my composure. With my arms still around the shoulders of the girls on either side who were supporting my weight they sat me down on the ground. They then all sat down around me and continued chatting as if nothing had happened.