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

After about ten minutes her breath became shallower and quicker and her face flushed. Her hips started thrusting back and forward and then with an explosive gush and expressive moan she came.

Her ejaculation was unbelievable. She splashed globs of her juice all over the wall at the opposite side of the room. It was almost as if she had a hose inside her and someone had fully turned on the tap.

Her cums continued over and over again and I was the first to get in close and watch every explosive spray after her initial gush. I put my hand in front of one spray and licked her juice from my hand to taste her. Her cum had a different blandness to Sylvia’s – equally as intriguing but different. Again, I could confirm it wasn’t piss.

All my fuck buddies were equally as impressed as I with Margaret’s ‘talents’. Just like Sylvia, Margaret was not the least bit embarrassed by her unusual abilities. Once she had collected herself, I sat next to her and asked if she always ejaculated. She confided that she rarely did during penetrative sex but nearly always when she masturbated.

Her disclosure was like a red flag to a bull for me. As well as being fascinated by the beauty of her cunt, I was now keen to see if she could ejaculate when I was fucking her. I didn’t want to seem too insensitive, so didn’t suggest it then.

The next day we were alone in the maths staffroom and chatted about our fun the previous day. I took the opportunity to casually mention whether she would like to experiment with achieving ejaculation while enjoying intercourse. Judging by her smile and bright reply, I sensed this was the question she had long been waiting for me to ask, over the two years we had worked together.

During the next recess, I wandered down to Janice’s staffroom and mentioned the proposition I had put to Margaret and whether she would welcome Margaret joining our fucking group at her place of an afternoon. Janice had a voracious sexual appetite and as I suspected eagerly agreed.

There was a real shared sense of relaxed and uninhibited erotic fun between us all in this delicious fucking friendship group. Sex was a therapeutic way to unwind from the cares of the working world and to counter the silly restrictions of stereotypical gender conservatism that surrounded us all.

This little harem I had joined, was to teach me many valuable skills when it came to pleasuring women. Janice’s virulent advocacy for male prostitutes to be easily available to women in need and the concept to be equally accepted as female prostitution became a major influence in what we shared together.

I grew to realise that they were just as happy as I was, for me to be an integral part of their group. They appreciated my sensitivity and my willingness to learn and control my orgasms to accommodate their needs and desires. It was ‘nice to have a man about the house’! But one was enough… they all had a bisexual preference for their own gender and the male to female ratio was ‘just right!

We had formed an amazingly intimate friendship between us and Margaret fitted easily into the fold. The girls regularly fucked each other, using a myriad range of toys that sometimes had my eyes spinning. I’d often just sit and watch, totally intrigued at the positions they get into and the implements they’d use to achieve orgasms together. They’d tease and laugh at me in my stunned silence and sometimes when they felt cheeky would gang up on me and fuck and suck me till my head was spinning. We’d finish on the floor rolling around like drunk monkeys, laughing, touching and teasing each other. A naked group hug was always mandatory after one of these delightful fucking sessions together.

It wasn’t always fun and laughter in the flat of an afternoon. There were times when due to pressures from work, bad period pains (it’s true that when women bond together their periods sychronise) or even just miserable weather outside, we’d just sit around and listen to music have a few drinks and then head back to our respective homes. These times were not uncommon and we each accepted that the mood had to be ‘right’ for our fun. However, we were all highly charged sexual individuals and sex was nearly always the number one activity in our after-work ‘play pen’.

I was generally seen as the ‘little brother’ they never had, but with benefits! Interestingly, not one of them had a brother and I had no sisters. So, they too became the sisters I never had… also with benefits. Thankfully, despite our unique family, we were not guilty of incestuous relationships!

They each took me ‘under their wings’ many times as we ‘played together’ of an afternoon and showed me many of the mysteries of female eroticism and gave me extremely intimate personal lessons in female sexual anatomy. I got front row seats to lessons on tantalizing a clitoris, licking labia and tickling her g-spot and the myriad other ‘spots’ inside a woman’s yoni and so on and so on! I was ‘carefully taught’ by my ‘sisters’ the many variations in the use of my cock to pleasure different women each with different sexual triggers. However, the lessons certainly weren’t all anatomical. I was carefully taught the wonderful ways of the female mind and how to arouse a woman with just words, actions or a simple look or touch!

I was a keen and quick learner.

Initially it seemed obvious to all of us, that the best way to maximize my fucking utility to them was to get me to cum early in the afternoon then arouse me again. They quickly learnt that if one of them massaged my balls as I, or one of the others, pleasured the tip of my cock, was a sure way for a quick cum. I was then good to go for an hour or so before I came again. This was often long enough for two or three of them to enjoy a good satisfying fuck from my erect hot cock. If we had time enough and I came again, then the third time was the charm and I’d last into the evening, if required.

On one occasion the suggestion arose for us all to move in together. However, we all enjoyed our own space way too much to squeeze into a flat together. Much like marriage, we all felt it would be a good way to ruin a good relationship!

It may seem that my life revolved around my sexual activities. However, I also had extensive sporting interests away from my teaching and extra-curricular sexual activities. During summer I was a volunteer lifesaver on Bronte and then Tamarama Beaches and played and trained for State Grade squash. At this time professional sportsmen and women were not permitted to compete in amateur competition. I was a professional footballer, so was excluded from amateur sports. I was an elite runner and being excluded from amateur athletics I competed in the professional footrace series around the country. During winter I played professional soccer, training three nights each week and playing on a Sunday afternoon. I also still coached a women’s soccer team, training them twice a week and coaching them during the Saturday afternoon league. I was also the NSW State women’s soccer team coach. When required I’d prepare the State team for international and interstate games.

My weekly routine was never dull and boring. After my daily teaching duties I’d invariably end up back at Janice’s flat a couple of times each week and fuck myself silly. From there in summer I’d head off to running training and then onto squash. In winter, after enjoying my pleasure at Janice’s place I’d head out to train my women’s footy team twice a week, then on to my own football training three nights each week and after that on to squash, once or twice a week. On many nights I’d finally find myself in bed around 1 or 2am.

Of a winter weekend, after my athletics gym group at Bronte surf club on a Saturday morning, it’d be my women’s soccer team’s competition in the afternoon. I might be found in summer down the beach or joining the nuns at their rooftop health retreat, either in the morning or afternoon. Once a month I’d travel to a pro running race around the country for the weekend. On a summer Sunday I’d be at a nudist club somewhere in Sydney and in winter, it’d be football for most of the day.