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

Except for the football and squash competitions and the occasional surf lifesaving patrol, most of my activities were very fluid and could be varied to suit my mood on the day. I could never stand still for more than a few moments and always found something to do.

However, there were days I can remember where sex featured for my whole 18 waking hours. It wasn’t unusual for me to have gone from involvement in sex education duties in the school, then to have fucked up to five different women later that day.

I did have the occasional girlfriend. One friend, was a member of the NSW women’s soccer team, called Tricia. Although she was the same age as me, she lived at home with her parents. To get some privacy we would go for the occasional drive in the country. Sometimes on these drives we would find a quiet dirt track off the main road and pull over, put down a rug and enjoy the pleasures that a man and woman can mutually enjoy when hormones are racing in tandem.

She didn’t seem the least bit fazed that I was part of a female collective. In fact, I think she appreciated the fucking skills I bought to our friendship, as she knew little about men. She was always keen to hear of my latest adventures with my ‘sisters’. I suspected she was highly bisexual and my experiences further inflamed her passions.

As I was learning most talented female athletes are either gay or bisexual and Tricia was no exception to this rule.

After a few months of dating, Tricia asked if another teammate from the state team could join us on one of our outings. Her name was Suzanna and she was my star centre forward. She was a few years older than Tricia and I and I had never considered she would be interested in me. Inevitably, we all ended up on that blanket on that day and Tricia and Suzanna consummated a friendship that apparently had been bubbling for some time. I was well practiced at assisting from the sidelines for bisexual women, while they played their game. I then dutifully completed their match by fucking them both after they had exhausted their gay fun. Their experience with the round ball proved useful as they each played with mine while I fucked the other. I knew the angles that only a hot cock can reach to please bisexual women and they were both appreciatively fucked afterwards.

We sat around sharing drinks and talking football tactics after the final whistle!

In deference to my harem sisters I always wore a condom for fucking fun outside our collective.

Tricia and Suzanna became an item after this episode and I continued as their football team coach and an occasional ‘reserve player’ in the change rooms after training nights, when they needed a healthy cock to keep them in shape.

I gradually became aware of when I’d be call upon to ‘play’. Their game tactics were easy to read. After the rest of the team had showered and dressed and left following a training session, Tricia and Suzanna would linger in the showers and when we were finally alone, they’d attack me dripping wet and laughing and ‘pants’ me and start sucking my cock. After a few of these random attacks I suspected what was up, by their delay and take a condom and my engorged cock and join them in the showers, to avoid unnecessary dressing and undressing. We’d then laugh and joke as we fucked each other silly while still dripping wet.

I was always up for their games!

I was thoroughly enjoying an exciting ‘harem’ with my beautiful work colleagues. In addition, Janice frequently had one or two of her feminist friends ‘unexpectedly’ drop by (I guessed not), while I was there. The inevitable always eventuated! In hindsight, I realized, in line with her feminist philosophy of accessible sexual services for women seeking satisfaction, she was facilitating my male services for some of her friends. I was always ready for a fuck and I was good at ensuring every woman was satisfied, thanks to my fabulous tuition. It was obvious the satisfying sexual services I provided for her friends was increasing Janice’s esteem in her bisexual circles. In essence, she was my pimp and I had become her ‘He Whore’ – and I loved the role!

In hindsight, I often think how lucky I was not to contract any nasty sexually transmitted infections during these years. Our intimate fivesome had made a pact not to fuck others without protection. However, their female predilections gave me some assurances that these was little chance of them sharing ‘nasties’, should they have ‘strayed’ (which I’m sure they did). However, when Janice and I ‘entertained’ some of her ‘drop-in’ friends from outside our group, we never used condoms. It was not unusual for one or two of our ‘harem sisters’ to join us in these ‘orgies’ and no one ever seemed to give it any consideration either. At any stage during these orgies my cock would become a focus for the oral gourmands amongst these bisexual women, so obviously a rubber appetizer was not so popular.

Thankfully, these were the days prior to AIDS, so that hadn’t been a concern.

It was generally accepted at the college that Janice and I were a ‘item’. However, we both realized that our connection was purely sexual. We were different people bought together by sexual chemistry in extraordinary circumstances. Janice made no secret that she was more interested in women, rather than men and I had no problem with this. I was single and loving my lifestyle. I enjoyed the friendships I had amongst many female staff and students at the college, so I was never wanting, for female companionship.

Margaret and I regularly experimented in attempts to get her to ejaculate during penetration. Eventually, we found the solution to her dilemma. One day we again found ourselves alone in our staffroom together. She dragged her chair over to my desk to ask a question, but moved in closer than usual. I could feel her soft breast pressing against my shoulder. So, I slid my hand under her dress to see what reaction I’d get. She didn’t flinch and as she wasn’t wearing knickers, I began playfully stimulating her clit as we sat side by side working at our co-joined desks.

She reciprocated and unzipped my fly and released my cock and balls from my trousers. She often mentioned how much she enjoyed my ‘amazing’ cock, so this was an opportunity for both of us to enjoy some fun. She then played with her ‘toys’ both with her hands and mouth as I continued her clitoral stimulation.

We were both fully aware of the precariousness of our position in the college surrounds and kept a wary ear out for any approach from down the corridor. We could not fully relax and enjoy ourselves, but at the same time it also added an extra ‘edginess’ to our play.

Just as my cock had reached full extension and was protruding well past the top of my desk, I head our staffroom door move. I quickly removed my hand from under her dress and shuffled my chair further under my desk with the hood and top half of of my cock now pressed hard up against the underside of my desk. It was one of the teaching staff nuns who poked her head through the door to ask if we knew of a special staff meeting that afternoon.

I sure she realised something was going on between myself and Margaret but certainly didn’t know my cock was fully exposed underneath my desk.

She chatted for a few minutes, filling us in on the agenda for the meeting, then smiled and closed the door.

Margaret and I both laughed out loud at our ‘near miss’ and went back to stimulating each other.

We didn’t get much academic work done!

This playful preparation had obviously helped her get quickly aroused when we adjourned to Janice’s place that afternoon. We quickly found ourselves fucking each other with passionate vigour. On this occasion though she squirted and ejaculated all over my tummy as she reached her wondrous orgasm, with my cock still fully engorged in her cunt. It was like being hit by hot spray from a fire hose and I didn’t mind. Eureka, we’d found the answer! It became obvious to both of us that ‘edgy’ foreplay was all that was missing from her normal fucking routine with men for her to be able to ejaculate. As mathematicians – it was QED!