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

Gradually, the eroticism in the room began to rise and Janice fell into Silvia’s arms. Rose and I found a comfortable spot on the floor and she started masturbating my cock and balls. I started licking Rose’s clit while she sucked me. I came quickly and Rose played with the globs of my hot cum. As we recovered from our pleasures we kept stimulating each other while we watched Janice and Silvia.

Silvia was sitting over Janice’s mouth as she gave her a healthy dose of cunnilingus. Silvia then moved up on her knees and let out an orgasmic scream of delight. At the same time she sprayed a flow of cum all down Janice’s body as she arched her back and pumped her female essences.

Everyone stopped momentarily to absorb this amazing display of female ejaculation. As the senior amongst us and the most mature sexually, she was totally unabashed about her display and continued masturbating, till she came again and again in equal measures of squirt. I was totally stunned by the continuing volume of cum spraying out of her hot, pink cunt. She seemed to be lost in her own quixotic trance of orgasmic delight and unaware or unconcerned about the rest of us around her. I made a point during one of her later sprays to get in close to catch some of her amazing fluids on my hand and taste her juices. From my intimate position to her cunt I could see she was spraying from her urethra but it wasn’t piss she was spraying. It was a weak watery fluid and had a bland, non-aromatic flavor about it and was quite interesting to taste.

After a little rest, I was horny again and this time able to stay erect for an extended period. After the other ladies left, Janice and I fucked each other silly for another hour, till I fell asleep on her couch, totally spent and exhausted. I stayed at her flat that night and went straight to work from there the next day.

Ironically, in addition to my normal mathematics teaching, I had two sex education classes that day. One class was for a few of the new nuns in the convent who had missed the previous course and my regular sex education class for the senior girls. As fate would have it, the curriculum for both groups addressed male erections for this session. There was a silent expectation in both groups that from my well-publicized penile abilities, I would produce an erection on cue. I had to feign tiredness as an excuse. Intriguingly, I felt mortified and embarrassed that I couldn’t ‘perform’ as expected. No one else had made me feel like this and it wasn’t a problem as there were many other aspects of my male physiology and psychology that were discussed and explored in both classes. However, my male ego was ‘giving me heaps’. Janice gave me a ‘knowing look and smile’ when it was obvious my erection wasn’t going to make an appearance that day for the senior girls.

Janice was a voracious lover. She enjoyed sex and enjoyed it either with men or women. We did occasionally welcome one or two other female staff to join our quartet for sexual adventures back at her flat after work.

Our little sexually liberated group met many afternoons for a few drinks after work at Janice’s flat. If it was warm enough we’d sit around butt naked and discuss some of the funnier incidents or some of our gripes within the college. Although all three women were Catholic, they were not practicing Catholics when it came to the Pope’s encyclical on the ‘rhythm method’ for birth control. All three were on the pill, so other than ‘tampon time’, sex was always on the calendar.

As our friendship grew, I asked them one day whether they felt the extra-curricular course that Janice and I had run for the boarders was appropriate for their age. I was keen to get some feedback on my doubts.

Everyone was totally positive and emphasized how much they would have appreciated such an opportunity at the same age. After hearing their comments, I was becoming much more comfortable with my input into the school’s sexual education program and Janice and my extra-curricular course.

As we became more confident in our respective faithfulness to our ‘fucking foursome friendship’, it was decided that I didn’t need to wear a condom.

Every one of my female fuck buddies had a healthy, vivacious libido. I came to appreciate that the intensity of their collective passions would vary and often depended on their cycle. However, when they were hot, they were very hot. Their imaginations for sexual fun would often overwhelm my inexperience and I’d sometimes just sit and watch and learn as they tantalized and played with each other. What a wonderful classroom it was! I came to appreciate that ‘time’ is the most effective aphrodisiac for women. Even when my sexual energy was ready to explode I came to realize that I’d be ‘rewarded’ much more intensely if I had patience and continued my steady stimulation on my friend till she exploded first.

As my friendship with these ladies deepened, I found our intimacy did also. It never failed to intrigue me how it is possible to fuck someone and remain relatively detached, but as soon as you kiss each other on the lips, the intimacy deepens considerably. After a few weeks of fucking each other and chatting and sharing laughter together, I found myself drawing closer to each of my fucking buddies. Eventually, in the passion of a fucking embrace I kissed each of my buddies. The eroticism released was amazing. I became much more attached to each of them and they became more than just ‘friends with benefits’.

However, we were all adults and realized that the shared intimacy didn’t imply any deeper commitment other than our special shared friendship – it was just MORE special. Both Sylvia and Rose assumed that Janice and I were ‘an item’ and weren’t expecting any further commitment from me. However, Janice and I both knew we weren’t ‘an item’ and were happy to share our fucking friendship with these two other women.

In the process, I also learnt some valuable lessons in maintaining an erection, controlling my ejaculations and tempering my arousal to accommodate female passion. Within months I had my cock under total control and felt empowered by these much-appreciated abilities. It also gave me the confidence to know that I could totally satisfy almost any woman, which was to prove wonderfully beneficial in my later life. However, I also learnt enough to realize that conceit in this department had the opposite effect in arousing a woman.

I also had the opportunity from these many females to realise the awareness I needed to have, with a larger than normal cock, if I wished to pleasure women of varying vaginal capacities. Other than Janice, every other woman who shared my cock in her flat required limitations on the virility I could express when fucking them.

We enjoyed some amazingly erotic afternoons at Janice’s flat and I was to graduate with ‘honours’ in Feminine Fantasies 101 thanks to my beautiful ‘sisters’. They opened their minds and their gorgeous bodies to me and I am forever grateful for their tuition. That’s not to say I didn’t give as good as I got. I offered my body and its functions totally to them and they enjoyed playing with and enjoying my bounty whenever they desired. I’m sure they learnt much about male fantasies and eroticisms from me also. They certainly seemed to appreciate my presence and input into the fucking fun we all shared together.

After our chats it became a normal practice for some sexual activity to spark once a few drinks had gone down. We were all completely comfortable with our shared sexuality and most activities usually began with someone stroking another or just kissing them on the neck. If there was a welcoming response, then it was on! If not, there was never any ill feeling. It was simply assumed it was a bad time of the month or it had been a ‘shitty’ day and nothing was going to help.