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

We retired to the ‘relief room’ on our back balcony and her friends all excitedly stood around me as I sat and began to wank. I had become quite relaxed with this performance and casually chatted and joked with the women while I massaged my cock to an erection. Suzanna assisted, which by now had become a regular practice, by squeezing my balls. Her familiarity with my tackle obviously impressed and aroused all her friends. As I felt my balls tighten in Suzanna’s hands, I looked around and announced “OK, girls here goes!” On cue, I spurted my load well out into the backyard.

There was a collective gush of giggles and laughter as my seed sprayed out and took root in the ground. They all gathered in closer to me and following Suzanna’s invitation eagerly grabbed a feel of my man muscle as my cock began to wane.

I was spent, but couldn’t stop smiling as I took in all the happy faces milling around me. The entertainer in me was thoroughly enjoying this opportunity to be on centre stage and I was feeling euphoric from my ingestion of the torrent of female pheromones released during my performance.

“Thanks Michael, that was amazing!” they collectively chorused as they turned to Suzanna to confirm her descriptions of my capabilities.

I went back to watching TV as they resumed their chatting and laughter occasionally passing a glance in my direction to study the animated reactions in my balls, which were squirming and dancing as they speedily went about restoring my reserves.

When Suzanna relayed to Bev, the fun she and her friends had enjoyed that day, Bev implored me to do the same for a group of her friends. Bev didn’t have the same assertive feminist attitudes as Suzanna and was always courteous!

However, I did have concerns from previous years exposing my body as a hypnotist’s stooge and for the Woodies women, which were again beginning to filter through my mind. Was I demeaning myself by being so forthcoming with my ‘natural’ masculine reactions?

Suzanna and Bev’s fervent interest and pervasive feminist philosophy, plus the freethinking attitudes of the times, had convinced me of the naturalness of these displays. There seemed no harm in my sharing such intimate reactions. Also, as my housemates had convinced me that my ‘unusual’ genital attribute intrigued women, there developed a persuasive, easygoing encouragement to share it with them and their friends.

I certainly enjoyed the attention and feminine reactions! The change in female demeanour from initial hilarity to fascination and yearning was amazing to watch and never failed to amuse me. I was also diffusing my aberrant childhood beliefs, regarding female sexuality, each time I exposed my manhood for women. My whole body thrived as I consumed their flourishing sexual pheromones during these intimacies.

However, every time I found myself in these situations, I was never made to feel uncomfortable or demeaned. Women are nurturing and were always caring and encouraging when hormones settled. Also, Suzanna, Bev and I had developed a sibling sensitivity between the three of us and they always ensured their friends were respectful to their younger ‘brother’.

The following Sunday morning, Mrs Withers dropped in again unexpectedly, to collect our rent. We were all sitting on the back balcony having finished our breakfast and were basking naked in the sun.

She said she was curious about Bev’s research. When Bev relayed the results, Mrs Withers proudly boasted, “I told you so, didn’t I!”

Mrs Withers, didn’t tend to socialise with us that much. Her visits normally were courteous and brief as she collected our weekly rent. However, this morning she seemed keen to sit and chat. I wasn’t sure if I was imagining her greater interest in my cock as I sat and casually enjoyed the sunshine as we all chatted together.

Around midday the following day, I was on my own in the house. Bev had gone to work and although Suzanna and I were still on holidays, she had gone out to visit some friends. I heard a knock on the back door and found Mrs Withers standing there. She asked if she could talk to me, so I invited her in and we sat in the lounge room.

I was naked, as usual, but didn’t feel uncomfortable, as Mrs Withers had often seen us all naked. The conversation between us was slightly awkward as, in the past, I had always spoken to her with the girls around. She also seemed a little uneasy!

After about ten minutes of chat, her tone changed and she became rather cheeky and risqué in her language. She then said something that indicated she assumed the girls and I shared a sexual friendship together. I told her we didn’t and that we had a pact not to be intimate as we believed it would spoil our shared living arrangement.

“But you obviously have a close physical connection for you to allow the girls to touch your cock and measure it?” she asked curiously.

I explained that we have a ‘mature’ attitude to our bodies and were comfortable to even share our self-pleasuring together and to help each other with these pleasures, but nothing more.

“You mean you masturbate each other?” she said in disbelief.

When I explained our arrangement, she almost fell off her chair and then gave me a huge smile.

With a twinkle in her eye and an engaging timidity in her voice she said, “Would you allow me the same fun with your lovely cock, Michael?”

I immediately felt that I had just backed myself into a corner with this disclosure. However, I could tell by her demeanour that she was extremely aroused by the idea and was not simply ‘testing’ me.

“Sure! I’d have no problem sharing that with you, if you’d enjoy it.”

I’d had been desensitized to any awkwardness in ‘performing’ before older women during the previous year at Woodlands tennis days.

“What about right now, Michael?” she quickly responded as she edged a little closer to me on the lounge.

Before I could respond, she had moved next to me and as she looked me in the eyes, she took hold of my cock. Immediately, at her touch, I began to stir and my erection began its perpendicular ascent. She ran the tip of her finger around the hood of my cock, very self-assured of her knowledge on how to arouse a man’s member.

She had obviously done this many times before and I felt that I was in for some very special pleasures with this lovely lady.

Mrs Withers – “Call me Sue,” she insisted, knew how to ‘ring my bells’, and I was ready to blow after just a few minutes of her attention. She could obviously feel the same tension in my balls as I could and as I blew she pointed my cock vertically. My cum squirted with a blast straight up and hit the ceiling. “Hmm! You’ll have to clean that up afterwards,” she joked as she kept on stroking my cock.

“I’ll have to run,” she said as my climax eased, “but I’d love to share that with you again, Michael,” she added as she headed for the back door.

When I told the girls that evening about my ‘adventure’ with Sue, they were all giggles, “Who’d have thought, eh?” Bev said. “We’ll have to invite her around to our regular Sunday afternoon special,” Suzanna said as we all looked at each other and laughed.

Sue gladly accepted the invitation to an occasional Goldilocks cock and cum party as she collected the rent. It became a semi-regular event on our household calendar.

As we chatted over dinner that night, ideas grew exponentially and finally the two girls decided to throw a ‘hens’ party for their collective female friends and suggested I be the male entertainer for the evening. I was a little nervous to be the sole entertainer for a large group of women, but the two girls excitedly assured me they’d help with ideas. So, it was decided that as Valentine’s Day fell on a Saturday, we’d organize the party for that night. The girls suggested that we also invite Mrs Withers to the party, which she accepted gratefully.